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I Thought We Were Going Camping - 3
by Lancer (address withheld)

***

The continuation of the plight of perfect littlies 
Ryanne and Marti who have been kidnapped by their 
'Uncle' Elliot to be his to sexually abuse. Elliot 
finally brings his friends to enjoy the delectable 
preteen flesh. (Mg, extreme-ped, nc, rp, exh, huml)

***

PART 4

The gorgeous dark-haired 6-year-old leant her soft 
cheek against the smooth skin of her equally beauteous 
7-year-old sister's bare naked left shoulder. Ryanne in 
turn stroked her little sister's hair soothingly and 
with great affection, before wrapping her arms around 
Marti's slim, scantily clad young body. 

Even while Ryanne had lost everything that she had, and 
had lost who she was while being here – her innocence, 
her virginity, her family, her loving trust, her 
happiness – she still held on to being the adoring big 
sis.

The brilliant white lights of the small house revealed 
the picture of both girls sitting down next to each 
other cross-legged on the downy, carpeted floor in 
front of the couch. They were each wearing thin satin 
teddy night-dresses that looked more like prepubescent 
lingerie. Ryanne was in purple and Marti was in pink. 
Just like the ones in the little girls section at K-
mart as a buy one get one free special.

The shoulder straps were as thin as string and the 
fabric leveled off just above their chest. The hem rode 
all the way up their thighs in their cross-legged 
position. Were it not for the feminine coloring of the 
satin, the fabric would have been just about 
translucent. It draped their young and tender bodies in 
a fitting, but comfortably loose fashion and revealed 
plenty of their succulent form to all who would look, 
let alone pedos. Best of all they were totally naked 
underneath, even their raw and fresh baby pussies were 
partly exposed and being tasted by the warm air.

Their eyes were transfixed to the large TV screen 
several feet in front of them. Their bodies were 
relaxed and fresh as their light frames hunched over 
slightly. That simplistic scene of preteen displayed 
just how perfect the girls were, with the lightly 
tanned and creamy skin of their legs and shoulders free 
to view, their glossy black and brown hair flowing down 
their back as silky as the satin they were wearing, and 
faces so beautiful and complacent it would be a waste 
not to cum facial blast them.

"Oooohhh Ry, I like this song. Hehehe." A rare smile 
appeared across the face of the sleepy 6-year-old as 
she snuggled against her sister, an attractive row of 
perfect white baby teeth between her lips. 

"Me too! I only wish I could sing like that, or even 
know half the words." Ryanne became visibly animated 
from the film and her sister's delightful young voice 
that was unusually laced with cheer.

"Just try and sing some of it." Marti pivoted her face 
to look at Ryanne, mock daring her with a playful 
gleam. 

The bright colors, joyful catching melody and fantastic 
characters at the start of 'beauty and the BEAST' 
momentarily took them away from the tormenting 
nightmare that was their reality.

***

This was one of the very few times that 'Uncle' Elliot 
Strainer had left this secluded house of extreme 
preteen sexual abuse. He had left the girls home alone, 
but assured them in a very solemn and scary sermon that 
if they tried anything that he would disapprove of, 
such as trying to escape from being the preteen 
sexually abused, then he would know about it. And they 
would then be 'tortured'. 

The harshness in which he emphasized the last word made 
both girls gasp in terror, and even though they only 
had a vague idea as to what it meant and what it 
involved, they dared not ask to find out more. And as 
much as they would have jumped at a chance to runaway 
from that horrible house and HIM, they knew there was 
no chance, as he had locked all possible escape points 
from the outside and all connections to the outside 
world were blocked off. He was now God in their world, 
and so was his cock. 

Despite still being kidnapped and trapped in their 
domestic prison, they felt like it was the Christmas 
that they would certainly miss out on the moment he 
stepped out the door. Finally they had a sparse moment 
without the unimaginable pressure and fear that came 
with being a mighty predator's preteen plaything 24/7. 
A chance to be themselves together, and to act like 
sweet meat happy little girls.

The innocent, carefree and bright personas that they 
were before being raped had been almost entirely 
suppressed due to their 'inhospitable' environment. 
However, it was also one of the things that made them 
so attractive, and what Elliot yearned for that made 
his cock harden in their presence. Yet never again were 
they like the little girls 'playing in the park' he 
knew while they were with him, not since he first 
plunged his PREDO penis inside of Ryanne's virginal 7-
year-old undeveloped baby pussy all those weeks ago.

There were those rare times when the two preteen 
sisters thought that they were alone, and when brought 
together, engaged in the comfort of each other's loving 
company. Their beings igniting small sparkles in a 
space of darkness, to create captivating episodes of 
little girls, just being little girls – oh-so-sweet 
voices, giggles, naïve sisterly comfort, talk of hope 
and home and the most adorable, curious little girl 
chatter about trivial things that even a retard could 
follow and that even a genius could stay interested in. 

But at those times, he was watching them. And it 
refueled his monstrous desire and LUST for them and 
their scrumptious 6-year-old and 7-year-old bodies that 
would make his just-cummed slug of a cock expand into a 
mutant, or to cause his already raging hard-on to grow 
beyond sensible, simply on the rawest desire. The 
cruelty that took place as he relished in breaking up 
their sisterly respite and catching them out when they 
thought that they could compose themselves between the 
BRUTAL sexual molestations was gut-wrenching. 

In no time at all the girls realized that when they 
spoke to each other, or when he heard either of them 
talking normally (not being on the verge of tears or 
panic), or laughing, or cradling or touching each 
other, it always drove him insane for some reason, 
beyond the comprehension of their little preteen pea-
brains. And it made him and his horrifying and vile 
cock-monster-snake-thing always want more sex stuff. 

They learned quickly that they had to detach from each 
other, and to always act sad and defeated, to save 
themselves from any additional harm by his brutality. 
That wasn't hard for them and it was true to their 
pathetic situation, since they were raped, broken, 
preteen baby whores!

***

At her little sister's prompts, Ryanne tried to sing 
along with the movie like she was at a carefree, 
private family viewing, "There goes the baker with the 
tray, like alwaaays. The same old bread and... 
sooomething, la-la... hehehe... Um, um... this poor 
provincial tooown." She was a natural little songbird.

"Hehehe. That's probably all I know Marti... La-la, 
laa-laaa, laa-la."

Her baby slut sister giggled back, thrilled with 
Ryanne's entertaining effort. "Hmmm... hehehe. That was 
pretty good I think. But you're like good at everything 
Ry, so I guess it doesn't matter."

"You're a good singer too Marti. Actually I think 
you're voice is better than mine." The 7-year-old 
turned her head and brushed her face affectionately 
across her leaning little sister and faced her with a 
warm smile. "Oooohhh! I know this part too!" she sat up 
excitedly, ready to sing sexily, her petite mouth 
rounding out a dulcet note, "H-..." 

"Here's where she meeets Priincce Charrrminggg..." the 
6-year-old's voice carried throughout the house 
wonderfully, as if adrift on clouds. Marti brazenly 
stole the scene and surprised her big sis by sounding 
out her own lovely little voice and cutting Ryanne off. 
Half humming giggles and half singing while shooting a 
quick glance up again at Ryanne cordially, her 
beautifully featured face alight with the thrill of 
surprising her sibling. 

Ryanne soon joined back in, after she tee-heed the 
contagious giggles out of her system while locked in an 
open-mouth smile of encouragement to her lil sis. Both 
of them joyously tried to sing the next part together, 
although they playfully sung it rather out of tune and 
out of sync. Their competitive streaks forcing their 
vocal tones apart as they mischievously tried to outdo 
each other. Otherwise they would simply collapse into 
silly fits of adolescent girly laughter. 

"Buut she woon't diiscover that it's hiim 'til 
chaapterrr thr..." *CLICK* *CRASH!!* "...UUUHHHH!!!..."

Unfortunately their angelic and peaceful lull was 
busted apart as the door unlocked and was slammed open 
viciously, banging hard against the wall in a 
terrifying clatter. Ready to let in the demons! 

Their Uncle Elliot burst through the door, his heavy 
6ft frame barreling through the front of the doorway. 
He was now the centre of attention of their world, 
which was now engaged in absolute terror! The happy 
Disney colors on the TV screen all of a sudden seemed 
as if they had faded behind the wall and disappeared.

The baby sluts grasped onto each other, as if holding 
onto dear life with both of them trying to hide behind 
the other. Even though they knew that finding comfort 
in each other like that, so undisguised, would amplify 
his lust for them. Their little mouths and eyes were 
wide open, petrified on the spot. Their exposed preteen 
bodies were shaking against each other to a nervous 
breakdown. The rich tan yellow color drained from their 
skin, as if their souls were escaping from how wide 
their mouths and eyes were held open.

"Good evening ladies." Strainer smiled satisfyingly at 
his two underage captives and nodded at them in 
acknowledgement. "Oh don't mind me, you're voices are 
so lovely. You can continue singing. Sorry about 
slamming the door open like that. I think I just got a 
little... overexcited... when I heard you two carrying 
on." His devilish smile grew into a menacing grin, 
matched with his large, hungry brown eyes that all 
signified wicked intent. "You two look a little scared. 
Is there anything the matter my little Marti-ni 
bumpkin?"

The trembling 6-year-old shook her head promptly, still 
unable to relax her flawless face and close that 
beckoning mini cock-hole mouth of hers.
"What about you Ryanne?" He simply relished in their 
fear. He could taste it, smell it, and obviously he 
could see it. It filled the room.

"N... no... U... Uncle El-eee-ot..." her significantly 
quieted voice trailed off into a chirp. 

"Well good. I'm glad to hear that." He chuckled. 
"Remember all those times I told you that I had some 
friends that would like to see you? Do you remember?" 
the girls nodded their heads slowly and in silence. 
"Well, I have invited them for dinner you see. And they 
are here now. So I expect you two to be on your best 
behavior. But I'm sure you will have no trouble with 
that... since you are both always such good little 
girls!" they nodded their heads in the same fashion, 
very unsure, and very afraid of what was going to 
happen next. 

If only he would take his vicious gaze away from them 
for just five seconds they could whisper to each other, 
even though they were sure that neither of them had any 
answers, the soothing effect of vocalizing their qualms 
might make things more bearable. The best they could do 
then was to squeeze each other's bodies a touch tighter 
with their tense little hands.

"You two will be good girls for these big, grownup 
men?" His voice changed to stern, penetrating with a 
point. 

They both nodded their heads rapidly and held their 
breaths. Their bouncy hair shimmered across their 
shoulders and their fearful eyes fixated to his despite 
how ruthlessly unpleasant it was. "Y..yess.. we will." 
Ryanne's darling voice answered in staccato. 

"Good." His eyes narrowed at them, and his face turned 
mean. Fuck! It was so easy to get these two young sluts 
scared enough to piss, he gulped hard. His erection was 
swelling so fast it caught him by surprise. 

Strainer turned around to the evening darkness that was 
engulfing all that was beyond the doorway, his boots 
making a deliberate thud amongst the silence. 
"Gentlemen, please come through to my humble abode." He 
said humorously as he gestured his arms toward the 
interior. "For dinner we have our standard beef 
burgers, and for dessert and the rest of the night's 
entertainment, we have PRETEEN! I'm sure you are 
familiar with them by now, only the finest, as I'm sure 
you will agree."

"Thank you Elliot. We have no questions at all about 
the quality of the PRETEEN produce that you have here. 
From the sound of your menu there, I'd be skipping the 
main every night and going for dessert!" An uncultured 
man's voice sounded from the darkness outside in a 
nasty chuckle, accompanied by the approaching steps.

The huddled little girls didn't know whether to try and 
peek around Uncle Elliot and have a look, or to stay in 
their current position in trying to stay inconspicuous, 
although being inconspicuous was quite impossible for 
two such bewitching little beauties like themselves. 
They decided to stay put, finding each other's warm 
embrace in the terrible circumstance too addictive to 
dissolve. 

Now that his back was turned they let loose their 
frantic little whispers while their twinkling eyes 
scanning ahead of them for the impending danger. 

"Who's that?"

"I don't know."

"What's going to happen Ry? I'm scared."

"Me too... But maybe he will go out again and be busy 
with them so we won't have to do sex tonight." At least 
she tried to be optimistic with Marti.

"I hope so. It was good he was gone today... but he 
said that they're having preteen for dessert. Aren't we 
the preteens?" she gasped, "Are they going to eat us?!" 

"N... no. I... I don't think so. B... but maybe he 
means that... iieeeerrr..." she whimpered sexily, "that 
he will make us do sex for them."

Marti gasped again. "Nooo..." her face bawled up in 
despair and she started crying as restrained as she 
could, even 'whispering' her sobs. She released her 
arms from around Ryanne's lovely body and folded them 
in her lap. Since Ryanne was the one closest to the 
door, Marti shuffled herself around to hide her head 
behind her big sis. She didn't care to peek outside 
anymore.

"Shhhh Marti. Don't cry." Ryanne craned her neck around 
to see her lil sis sobbing with her head pressed 
against the middle of her back. She reached out her 
soft hand to Marti's lap and rubbed it soothingly 
against her bare naked right thigh.

"Aaawwww fuckin' God! They're beautiful..." Ryanne 
snapped up suddenly to face the new voice several feet 
away, where an ogre now appeared next to a very proud 
looking Uncle Elliot all in those few seconds that she 
turned to console her sister. Her small mouth was 
partly open in surprise, while her eyes were hesitantly 
observing one of the roughest looking men she had ever 
seen in her life.

He was slightly shorter than Elliot, about 5'10", but 
had a more solid and heavier build. He was also fat in 
that regard, with a proud and bulging gut that piled on 
his waistline and was stretching his black and red long 
sleeve T-shirt that was rolled up at the sleeves, 
revealing his thick and strong, hairy arms. He had a 
head shaved to a dark brown stubble and a broad, pudgy 
and dopey looking face that was surprisingly clean-
shaved. 

His most striking feature was the large bolt holes on 
his stretched ear lobes that had black and silver studs 
pierced in them, the size of a small coin. Ryanne 
couldn't believe such monstrous earrings like that! 

He also wore baggy jeans that creased at his ankles and 
a very scary and thick leather belt about 3" wide that 
was lined with shining spikes, and to top it all off he 
also wore heavy gothic combat boots.

"Girls, this is Big-Stew." Elliot patted his buddy on 
the shoulder, who in return simply guffawed a goofy 
grin while being unable to take his eyes off of 
Ryanne's most angelic face and sexy body. The wicked 
lust that his stare communicated to her made her self 
conscious of how little she was wearing and how far up 
her tan-glowing long legs he could see with her tiny 
teddy on. As well as that she her hand planted up on 
Marti's thigh that she knew he would receive sexually.

Embarrassed and afraid in front of this terrible 
stranger, she quickly shuffled to adjust her body so 
that her meager clothing would cover her as best as it 
could. And with her right hand she pulled the hem of 
her teddy down and did the same to Marti's with her 
left hand to preserve their modesty. 

All the while she was conscious that she could feel his 
disconcerting glare gobbling up all of her exposed and 
tender flesh, that there was plenty of, and seeing 
right through the thin purple fabric to her naked 7-
year-old perfection. 

"Ain't that nice Elliot, look how she is tryin' to look 
all sexy for us... Looks like your momma taught you 
right about not letting strangers share in your yummy 
little body didn't she girly?" If a hyena had a voice, 
it would be his as he cackled at the poor and confused 
child. 

"You can try and hide that sweetness in between your 
legs from me now, but I promise I'll find it! And were 
you playing with her little pussy when I saw you with 
your hand up her leg there?" He laughed again at her as 
if it were the most amusing – and arousing thing he had 
ever seen, although she obviously didn't find it so 
amusing and looked back at him blankly. She didn't want 
to speak and let him hear her voice and give away more 
of herself than she had to. 

"May we join in boys?" Another rough man's voice was 
heard approaching from behind the broad figure of Big-
Stew and was followed by a clattering of eager and 
heavy footsteps. In no time at all an even more 
menacing figure whose head towered above Big-Stew came 
into view and emerged from the darkness. Big-Stew side 
shuffled to allow his pedophile friends entrance 
inside, while still gawking at his dreams come true 
huddled on the floor in front of him.

With an uneven mix of fascination and trepidation, 
Ryanne helplessly watched on ahead as three new 
characters entered the scene. All of them looking 
rather stunned at her the first time their gazes met, 
and then forming into menacing grins which finally 
evolved into a wicked laughter. As if they were 
communicating with each other in that way. Which they 
were, similar to the way a group of guys laugh and 
carry on when a hot slut of prime quality enters the 
room, these were the hottest fucking little girls they 
had ever seen!

After the last man entered into the house, they all 
lined up and looked down upon their delectable prizes. 
As you can imagine, the 7-year-old fairy with the 
perilous attention of five predatory MALES upon her 
tried to shrink as best she could, wishing she could 
disappear into a puddle on the floor. She was envious 
and now annoyed at her little sister who had hidden her 
face behind her, leaving her to bare the brunt of their 
lustful stares and intentions.

Ryanne could feel how exposed she was, she might as 
well have been wearing nothing. She didn't want to look 
at them individually as the intensity on their faces 
was too unpleasant. The best she could do was to see 
them as a whole, her mind forcing her eyes to see as a 
panoramic picture that blurred their frightening 
details. She didn't realize how scared she herself 
looked back at them, but they did. Her emerald green 
eyes had become as clear as a lake and they could see 
through to her thunderstruck soul and were relishing in 
the moment. 

They were a diverse bunch, but all-creepy characters. 
The guy who entered behind Big-Stew was one of the 
tallest men she'd seen, with his neck and head above 
Big-Stew's, and also the scariest. He had alarming 
amber eyes, just like a tiger's and just as ferocious. 
Anyone could sense their malicious intent, especially a 
crouched and vulnerable 7-year-old girl that he was 
focusing them on! His hair was long, black and curly 
and tied to a squirrelly ponytail down his back. 

He had darkly tanned, almost red skin and his race was 
a mystery. He looked like a mix of all of the native 
races of the Pacific and Americas, a truly terrifying 
blend! He wore a read tank top showing his amply 
muscular build and sinewy arms and very dark blue 
jeans. To top off the intimidation factor, his ears 
were lined with what looked to be 'alligator teeth' 
earrings and he had a massive black tattoo of a fiery 
sun on his right shoulder.

The next man across was slightly shorter than Big-Stew 
by about an inch or so. He was the stockiest and most 
solid looking of them all. He had gelled brown hair 
that was slicked back, with an oily face and a big, 
bulbous nose. He looked very Greek. A thick gold chain 
was hung around his neck and tucked into his tight, 
shaded black stripe Armani shirt that had curly tufts 
of sweaty brown hair peaking out at his chest. He had 
massive, stubby arms and hands that just looked intent 
on grappling her perfectly sized preteen body. He was 
finally trimmed off with black suit pants and black 
Gucci shoes with a gold buckle and wore several 
expensive and classy looking rings on his piggish 
fingers. 

The final pedophile that was aligned stood at the 
doorway. He was wearing a dark, very straight suit that 
looked a size too big. He had a dark complexion and 
tufts of spidery black and curly hair bushed out 
underneath his black top-hat. His clothing made him 
look very much like a pretender gentleman. He had small 
and very beady and sinister eyes that were gray, but 
looked spooky enough that they would glow yellow in the 
dark. 

His nose was long and crooked and with long and flaring 
nostrils, almost like a beak. This added to the wiry 
wrinkles on his face to make him look very greedy 
indeed. He was rather tall, although even decked out in 
his suit he looked deceptively frail like a beanpole. 
His last noticeable feature was a large and menacing 
looking black briefcase that he clutched to his right 
side.

"Marti you baby slut! Stop licking out your sisters 
asshole and get the fuck out here and say hello!" 
Strainer exercised his control over her in an 
impressive display. In no time at all her shining wet 
mess of a pretty little tear-stained face emerged from 
behind Ryanne, revealing her luscious good looks to 
Strainer's distinguished guests for the first time, 
much to their delight. 

She perched up on her knees and sniffled before wiping 
her face with her forearm so that she could clearly see 
the danger ahead. After being harshly spoken to she 
looked up at Elliot with attentive obedience. The 
frightening crowd that had gathered before her soon 
caught her awareness and she found her eyes darting 
back and forth between these mean looking men and Uncle 
Elliot in a nervous panic. 

"Now baby cunts," he started softly "you said you were 
going to be on your best behavior, AND YOU HAVEN'T EVEN 
SAID HELLO!" His bellow crescendoed in a fury directed 
at the already blustered baby bitches at his feet. They 
visibly jolted upright at his cruel voice, as if they 
were about to be hit. 

"H... hello." They both blurted out immediately. 

"Not to me you stupid sluts!" 

The shaken girls turned their heads to face the over 
excited group of men, who were laughing at the whole 
scene very amusedly while the girls couldn't understand 
why. "Hello..." they said, in the softest and most shy 
tones. The pedophiles were visibly awed by the 
attention they had finally received from the two 
littlies in a way they never would expect, seeing as 
they were fully grown and matured men facing small, 
immature 6-year-old and 7-year-old girls. 

It was just like a group of nerds getting attention 
from the hottest girls in school. They all felt a fuzzy 
warmth conduct through their bodies that made their 
predatory grins that much wider and their animalistic 
cocks that much larger and harder.

Elliot smirked and snickered before he said "Now I will 
formally introduce you. Stand up girls." The preteens 
awkwardly hoisted themselves up off the floor slowly 
and carefully, being diligent in holding down the hem 
of their teddies and making sure that the vulnerable 
nakedness between their legs of their absolutely 
irresistible prepubescent vaginas was shaded from the 
uncontrollable lechery of the great men that they were 
being exhibited to.

"Get over here now." The girls hesitantly walked over 
to Elliot at his command, their slim bodies were rigid 
with their slender arms down their sides. Now that they 
were standing up and in absolute full view of everyone, 
they knew how exposed they were with their paper-light 
child's teddies on, especially since they knew what 
kind of men these were and the creepy way that they 
were looking at them now.

Just in those few feet that they had to walk, it felt 
to them as if they were being paraded around in a way 
that felt so bad that it made them shudder inside. 
Aside from making one quick and daring glance at the 
frightening mob that had gathered to molest them, they 
focused on looking straight ahead at Strainer's torso, 
so as to try and dampen out the horrors of the world 
surrounding them.

"Good cunts." He patted them both on the head as they 
stepped next to him, standing a bit above waist height, 
with their sides turned so that they wouldn't have to 
face the very real stranger-danger strangers. "Now..." 
he announced as he held onto Ryanne and Marti's outside 
shoulder with each of his groping hands, guiding them 
to face his friends. 

He got distracted by the pleasant feel of their soft, 
young flesh that was exposed to his hands, and molded 
into each of them with his chubby and strong fingers 
until they both squirmed and tried to shuffle away in 
pain. How delicate and small their bodies felt under 
his grasp was simply arousing. 

"Alright young ladies, these fine gentlemen here," he 
gave Big-Stew a playful punch.

"Ahawahawahaw." He just gaffed while leering down and 
staring at them with his hunched shoulders and that 
dopey smile that they knew meant that he was anything 
but nice! 

"You both already know the Big-Stew. This is Mohique," 
he pointed an open hand out to the ferocious looking 
native giant, who gave a slight nod in return and a 
satisfied grin. "This here is Nick," he waved his arm 
over to the boisterous Greek man. 

"Hello sluts!" Nick said after his introduction he 
moved in and leaned his body over them to stare 
intimidatingly at them. He had a rich and heavily 
accented voice that bellowed with little effort. He 
snickered as he saw the two sweeties flinch shyly from 
his up-close eye contact and bullying presence. 

Nick couldn't resist as he was so close to her just 
standing there, so perfect and just brimming in her 
nervous beauty. He raised his right arm and pointed a 
fat finger towards Marti and before she realized, was 
tickling her against her sexy tummy, wrinkly up the 
thin fabric and feeling her nubile body. She gasped in 
shock and stumbled back, bumping into Elliot's leg.

"Ahahahaha." Nick laughed in total regalement. His 
voice was booming deep like he had four balls, which 
scared Marti even more and made her try to shrink away 
against Strainer's leg even further. "Awwww. What's 
wrong little baby whore? Does it hurt?!" With his 
poised and pointed finger he poked her hard again 
against her firm, flat belly. 

"Ufff..." The little girl keeled over in a puff. To her 
it felt like a full-fledged punch because she was so 
small and his finger was so fat. Before she had any 
chance to recover, Nick was digging his finger into her 
hard, just as if he was piercing her body without 
breaking the skin as he had her pinned against Elliot's 
leg.

"Ow...Stop... Ouch... Uufff... *cough* *sob* 
iiiuurrrrr.... *sob*" She squirmed and struggled in 
discomfort, crying out in sporadic and hopeless squeaks 
as she tried to push his prodding, bulky hand away from 
her body with absolutely no effect. 

On the other side of the assault, Nick felt absolutely 
enthralled! Even just feeling her body with one finger 
through the satin fabric of her little tiny teddy, he 
simply couldn't believe how fucking incredible being 
free to touch and hurt and lewdly watch this 6-year-old 
angel was. It was as if he was on the brink of 
fulfilling his life's ultimate goal! It was so perfect 
how she just crumbled at his touch, and how absolutely 
fragile she felt. 

Her painstakingly gorgeous face and her reactions and 
weak protests against him were priceless. The touch of 
her little hands and fingers against his furry arm, 
although she was trying with all of her 6-year-old 
might, it felt to him so soft and erotic, like an 
intricate massage that triggered waves of pleasure 
across his muscles.

In the desperate heat of her struggles, Marti herself 
realized how futile she was against him. And when that 
unsightly and rude finger of Nick's pinned her against 
Uncle Elliot's leg and was bruising her cruelly on her 
stomach, her slow baby's brain ticked into survival 
mode and she spun around in a rush and ducked between 
Elliot's legs in an alluring blur of pink satin and 
tanned yellow skin. 

She then hugged around Elliot's massive right leg to 
conceal herself behind it and to shield her pained 
tummy. And she also smothered her face against his 
broad lower back in an effort to block out all of the 
bad things that were happening around her.  

"I guess she didn't like that. Ahee-Ahee!" Nick hooted 
in delight as he watched the little girl shuffle away 
and cower in fright. He was simultaneously joined by 
hearty laughter from his buddies. "Isn't that right 
sweetie slut? You feel so good. I wanna do it again! 
You're just fucken' askin' for it!" He weaved his head 
around to search for the distressed child behind 
Elliot.

"Mmmppphhfff!...nuuwwww..." She smothered her face 
against Elliot's back even more and muffled out a 
squeal in protest while pattering on the spot with her 
perfectly formed little feet like she was throwing a 
tantrum, just because she might be 'bruised' again. 

The men all laughed at her again in appreciation of the 
show, while Elliot turned his neck around to look at 
the little whore that had desperately run to him for 
protection. He had an absolutely unbeatable grin on his 
face as he looked down on the shiny black hair that 
covered the top of her head while her face was buried 
against him. 

It was like he was very proudly showing off a new car 
to the boys. He reached down and stroked her head. His 
large hand could span her entire baby skull. 

He could sense that the poor and utterly confused child 
took comfort in him patting her on her soft, downy head 
because her movements stilled and she became quieter. 
He chuckled as he thought how ironic it was and how 
fucking stupid she was, so desperate and so trusting to 
anyone who wasn't hurting her for the time being.

Meanwhile he still had hold of Ryanne by her shoulder 
this whole time, the grip of his sweaty palm causing 
her considerable discomfort, but it was numbed out 
because of the situation of fear. 

She had been worriedly captivated by the scene with 
Nick and her sister. The nervous quakes through her 
slight body had now become those of shame, as she was 
too scared at that moment to try and help Marti. 
Instead it was like she was glued to the spot, watching 
on in horror as this stranger was hurting her little 
sister and she couldn't do anything... she didn't do 
anything about it.

Her conscience was raging a flickering battle to help 
out, but her body was frozen still in the process, just 
not wanting to attract anymore attention to its 
ravishing self, less it be ravaged in a similar way.

"Ahem! Gentlemen! If I may. I believe you have been 
distracted in the moment, but I do not blame you for 
that!" The trance of all of their pedophilic attentions 
was snapped out by the very hooked New York accent of 
the dark figure at the doorway. 

In contrast to these brutal goons, he seemed a 
meticulous man of a different class, with the only 
thing they had in common being the sexual attraction 
and desire to rape only the very prettiest little 
preteen girls. 

"Elliot, if you would be so kind to introduce me now to 
the littlies. Young Ryanne and Marti. They are indeed 
such precious children." The creepy coot's voice rose 
in glee as he spoke about them.  

"Ah yes, Professor. Please excuse me for that. Girls, 
this is Professor Saul Schwarzstein." Elliot 
confidently introduced them like they were a couple of 
the sexiest and hottest escorts being shown to a 
billionaire client at a party, bar the fact that they 
were only 6-year-old and 7-year-old little girls who 
hated sex.

The lurking Jew pedophile Professor confidently strode 
forward towards the very startled girls. "Ladies, such 
a pleasure to meet you. My, my, you are indeed the 
beauties of the legend." 

He looked at Ryanne intensely with his piercing eyes 
whose icy gaze she could even feel! He also glanced 
over to Marti but she was still tricking herself into 
hiding, to his disappointment. He next leant over to 
face Ryanne directly, at which she recoiled and 
scrunched her face in objection at his freaky ugly face 
so close to her. 

The Professor cackled faintly and couldn't help but 
grin watching the actions of this 7-year-old girl so 
naturally repulsed by him. He reached out his hand to 
her and she tried to lean back as much as she could 
while still being held by Strainer. Her tiny palm sized 
heart was racing in fear at even being touched by this 
monster. 

To her surprise he gently took hold of her wrist and in 
the same pleasant manner raised it to his crooked 
gingivitis mouth and kissed her soft hand flatteringly. 
Even though his rotting, sharp teeth really disgusted 
her she became hesitant rather than scared at this 
man's contrastingly kindly demeanor to her. Ryanne was 
left rather bewildered as he tenderly let her go and 
then turned his attentions to her sister.

"Ahhh, Marti my dear." The 6-year-old still hid away, 
trying to make herself as thin as possible so that less 
of her body was poking out from the side of Elliot's 
leg. Schwarzstein reached out for the top of her bare 
arm and touched her buttery skin. 

"Uuurrrmmpphh!" She tried to shake him off in protest, 
feeling a very false sense of security since she 
thought since Uncle Elliot had allowed her sanctuary 
behind him that he was on her side.

"What the fuck Marti?! You little baby slut! Who the 
fuck do you think you are! Get the fuck out here!" 
Infuriated at her disrespect to his friend he yelled at 
her with anger and grabbed her by her hair tensely.

"Yuuuhhh!!!... Ooowwww!... Ouch... ch... ch...*sob*!" 
The whore cried out as she was hoisted by her hair and 
thrown out into the open for all of the animals to see 
and was left whimpering on her knees.

"You fucking little baby slut!" THUD! 

"Oooowwww!... *sob* *sob* *sob*" She crouched over 
after being kicked hard on her tender butt. She 
couldn't help but cry louder in an incoherent method to 
beg for mercy. But Elliot already had his boot raised 
for a second strike. 

"Now, now Elliot. I think she's learnt her lesson. 
There, there baby sweetie. Shhhh." He approached to 
hold her left wrist in the same sympathetic way he did 
to her sister. Even though she was startled by his 
touch as she had her eyes shut and was crying and her 
head was facing the floor, she offered zero resistance. 

He raised her arm up slowly and soothingly stroked the 
top of her thin and smooth wrist with his thumb. 
"Awww... there, there Marti-ni my dear." He was 
consoling her very well. She had felt so alone and just 
vulnerable enough to die just then, like they were all 
going to rip her to shreds, but he was making her feel 
safe and had saved her from further punishment. 

Who was this man? She had been too busy hiding to see 
him well before so she bravely decided to look up at 
him and raised her messy and flooded face gradually to 
meet him. She used her blur of tears as a semi-buffer.

"Ah. There we go. Isn't that nice you've shown me how 
very pretty you are." Now that she was looking at him, 
he raised her hand to his crusty and vile mouth and 
gave it a respectful peck before shooting her a 
reassuring smile. "See that wasn't so bad now was it my 
little one?" 

As she saw him like that after all that had happened 
just then, he was not the terrible creepy crawly she 
thought that she would see from her first impression. 
Although still rather ugly, to her he looked so nice 
and kind and as someone different to the type of MAN 
that she had known from Elliot. He looked like a loving 
Grampa to her. But still too scared to smile, she 
simply nodded her head at him and sniffled. Trying to 
be a good girl for him and stop her crying.  

Ryanne, who was still watching from the sidelines also 
had felt the difference of this man, and after watching 
his conduct, her notion of him changed similarly. Her 
tiny heart fluttered again, but not out of fear, but of 
the hope and possibility of salvation that this nice 
old man might be able to bring them.

"Well, well girls. It was nice of you both to greet 
Professor Schwarzstein like that. Now, how about you 
say hello to all of your new friends properly." 
Strainer shoved Ryanne forward roughly, so that she was 
standing in line with her sister, who was still on the 
floor. "Get the fuck up Marti!" THUD! He kicked her 
again on her bruised bottom. 

"Ooowww!... owww... oowww!" She yelped as she jumped up 
and instinctively held her bottom with both hands, 
before huddling next to Ryanne again. Totally 
spluttering in fear as to what would become of them 
next. 

"You fucking slow ass Marti. Now girls, to be polite, 
you have to go over to each of these men here and kiss 
them where their privates are and then you can sit back 
down on the floor there and keep watching your little 
movie." Beauty and the Beast was still running but they 
hardly noticed as the live scene in the room had 
totally stolen the show.

Ryanne timidly looked back at Uncle Elliot, uncertain 
about her instructions. "Well? What the fuck are you 
waiting for whores?! Go! You rude little sluts!" 
Strainer motioned them forward and was rather angry at 
their inaction. 

Spurred on by his shouting at her, Ryanne mopily walked 
forward towards Big-Stew and Marti trailed after her. 
She kept her line of sight straight ahead so that she 
wouldn't have to look at the rest of his scary face or 
body. When she got close enough to him that she was 
almost breathing him in, her face was just above his 
waist and she was just staring at his dark clothing. 

She bent down and peaked her little rose petal lips to 
kiss him at his crotch in the most fantastic and cute 
little girl way. The innocent way which she executed 
the act contrasted deliciously to the crudeness of what 
she was doing.

"Ahawahawahaw!" Big-Stew gaffed again, impressed and 
very proud of the greeting he was given by the young 
child. He looked down at her with the most captivated 
smile he had even had in his life, and it stayed like 
that as Marti followed her sister's actions and pressed 
her lips against his curled up and busting dick. 

The girls were careful only to kiss him with the 
slightest pressure and to not give him the gratuitious 
eye contact that may have spurned him into insane as 
they could feel the massive, bulging and heated man 
meat even through his thick clothing, like a sleeping 
king cobra with its alarm almost ready to go off.

They moved very gracefully, almost like they were 
flowing through a ballet routine towards the awaiting 
Mohique. His eyes were intent in anticipation as he saw 
them sadly approaching him at cock level. It was 
incredibly stimulating as he saw and heard Ryanne 
deliver a tender kiss against his constricted cock that 
was at the perfect height of her mouth. It only 
reinforced why he loved to harm and sexually abuse 
little girls. 

She floated away very quickly though, which made it 
seem too good to be true. Like his world had stopped, 
just for that mere second that her lips were against 
him. He was stunned again as he watched her lovely 
little sister take her place and plant her own flowery 
and immature kiss on his hardened body.

The sluts had grown in confidence since they were 
largely left alone while they humiliatingly kissed the 
men in the naughtiest of places, even though they 
didn't do a very good job and were obviously rushing 
the performance to do as little of it as possible.

By the time they trotted over to Nick they kept a 
considerably longer distance away from him and his 
bulging package. Ryanne daringly stuck her neck and 
upper body out like a giraffe in captivity, closing her 
eyes and hardly forming her lips properly which gave 
her face a very soft and sweet look that still kept 
Nick beaming in fascination. 

As fast as she could she piped out the sound of her 
unconvincing kiss before spinning around faster than 
she started and dashed back over to Elliot in 
embarrassment. It was so abrupt that her peck didn't 
even touch his body, only the very edge of the fibers 
of his pants.

Marti thought it a good idea to join her sister as soon 
as possible so she jumped over to be in front of Nick's 
crotch, gave him more of a jab with her mouth than a 
kiss, and turn-tailed and ran back as fast as her brain 
and body could work together.

"Good girls!" Elliot chimed in as they returned to him 
like dogs. "Now whenever you see a man that you haven't 
seen before, or who you haven't seen in more than half 
an hour. You have to greet them like that. No more hugs 
or handshakes. Only kisses at their cock! Do you 
understand?" They both nodded at him swiftly and 
obediently while looking up at him so small and 
innocent and helpless, their arms were at their sides 
in a respectful posture. 

"Good. Now you can go fuck off and sit down there and 
watch your little show while we have our meal." He 
ushered them over in front of the TV where they were 
relieved to sit down again. They tried hard to 
concentrate on the movie to use it as an escape from 
the world of abuse around them.

***

"Mmmm. That food smells so good. I'm so hungry. He 
hasn't fed us all day... Uuh! Maybe we will get some of 
those burgers they got! I hope... Ryanne, what do you 
think's going to happen to us?" Marti nudged her sister 
in a whisper, while her eyes continued to look straight 
at the TV. 

"I dunno. But it wasn't that bad so far. Except for 
that Nick guy. Did he hurt you?" Ryanne whispered back 
in concern.

"Yeah, he was mean. But they all look so scary. I'm 
scared about what will happen after they finish eating 
Ry."

"Me too. But they didn't say they were going to do 
anything to us. They might just want to touch us again 
like they did before. But as long as they don't make us 
do other stuff! They haven't shown us their yucky cocks 
yet."

"The Professor man... He was kinda nice. Don't you 
think so Ry? He was nice to us and he didn't hurt us or 
make us kiss him, and he stopped Uncle Elliot from 
hurting me more." 

"I don't know Marti. He seemed ok. I mean, yeah he was 
nice to us. But then why is he friends with these other 
guys that are all so scary and they keep laughing at 
us?... M... maybe he might secretly be here to save 
us!"

"Uh..oh?! You really think so Ry?!" The somber demeanor 
suddenly perked up in excitement.

"I... I dunno Marti. Maybe. But I just hope that they 
don't want to sex us in our wee-wees. I bet their cock 
things are really big and I don't think they'll care if 
it hurts us." The discussion was coolly brought back to 
their current reality when Ryanne cringed in fear. She 
now only realized that they might both be raped again 
very soon. The night was still young and she could feel 
time ticking away, too slow for the danger to be over 
soon, and too fast for it to be far away.

"N... nooo Ryanne. No. Maybe that Professor man will 
save us. I don't think he would hurt us. I... if they 
try and sex us, if you think so Ry, maybe we can try 
and..."

"OI! Knock your fucken' baby talk gibberin' out you 
little baby cunts! I'm tryin' ta watch da movie!" Big-
Stew's uncouth voice ringed out from behind them. 
Shocking them into silence, like naughty little girls 
at the back of the class being caught out for talking.

Strangely enough, while eating at the table behind 
them. The gathering of pedophiles despite soon enough 
being able to have the two most adorable baby cunts at 
their disposal kept relatively quiet. They simply 
observed the cunts, watching their slender and 
scrumptious young bodies exposed so scantily as the 
girls sat sprawled on the floor in their teddies. The 
only noises to keep the girls from being too suspicious 
were the shuffling of burger wrappings, loud burps and 
the mumbling of lewd obscenities. 

The interruption by Big-Stew's distinctive voice made 
them both even more curious about what was going to 
happen. They very gradually turned to look behind them 
as if they were peeking out behind a corner. 

It was the first time they had dared to look at the 
group of men who they realized had been leering at them 
the whole time. Their adorable faces had on a very 
submissive and shy look that was a reaction to their 
desire to attract the least attention to themselves. 

"What the fuck are you looking at cunt?!" Big-Stew 
barked at them as he scoffed down the last portion of 
his burger with his mouth open and specks of food 
spitting everywhere. He truly was a disgusting 
creature, slouched down on his seat with his amply fat 
gut heaving with remnants of his meal stained over his 
shirt. 

"N...nothing Mister..." Ryanne apologized quickly and 
nervously before turning back around in defeat to look 
back at the TV. She also found it embarrassing and off 
putting to see that all of the men were silent and 
looking at her. 

"Girls, come here I wanna talk to you." Strainer issued 
a tough command, got up from his chair and walked over 
to the strip of wall between the two bedrooms. The 
girls swapped a worried glance at each other before 
raising themselves off the floor and walking over to 
him tentatively. 

They stood before him, just waiting there so very 
prettily and looking up at him terrified to obedience. 
He crouched down a bit so that he was comfortably close 
to their height and draped his heavy arms around each 
of their shoulders like a collective group hug.

"I'm very proud of you two. You're going to show me and 
them how big and grown up you are. You've almost made 
it. I knew you were my special and favorite little 
girls and you deserve to be, you always will be. Your 
parents would be thrilled with you two and how well 
you've behaved, Ryanne, Marti. You're the two most 
hardcore little girls on the planet which means you're 
the best!" He leaned his face in to shadow theirs and 
whispered to them soothingly.

They were both taken by surprise by the way his 
demeanor instantly became pleasant towards them and the 
nice things he said to them. They were now totally 
confused as to what was happening. He didn't call them 
one bad word, but they were still very wary of him 
because they knew how quickly he could change, and they 
were also unsure of what hardcore meant.

He next wrapped his chunky forearms around their necks, 
bringing them close to him in a cozy hug. He held them 
there, very tenderly. Savoring them at this moment, 
feeling their pristine and taut little bodies against 
his, inhaling in their subtle and delicately sweet 
aroma. Ah, he reflected on how he had them, and that 
these little girls were completely his to own and to 
dominate. 

His next thought formed in his mind rather pleasantly 
as he had them in that gentle, paternal embrace. Even 
though they were tense and nervous and were probably 
thinking about bad things happening to them. They, at 
this moment, naïve as they were, were unknowingly going 
to be gang-raped, hard. 

A satisfied smile crossed his stubble-lined face as he 
thought of 'before and after.' Sure, now they were 
still talkative and could find degrees of laughter and 
happiness, as well as strength in each other, and their 
bodies were healed and fresh. As he touched them and 
admired them, he imagined that very soon they would be 
in hell, and after it all finished, would they still be 
the personable and irresistible bumpkins that they were 
now?

As a result of the hug, both girls felt rather nice, 
comfortable and safe in the warm hug that he had them 
in. Especially since they were in a room full of creepy 
strangers who all looked much worse than their brutal 
abuser. His physical contact in that way set them 
eerily at ease, and almost sleepy. 

There were periods of time that they had spent with him 
here in the house of horrors that he had sometimes 
acted normal to them, like the way he was before he 
kidnapped and raped them. This brief moment felt like 
one of those times.

"Uncle Elliot?" Marti asked very cautiously, just 
testing the water.

"Yes bumpkin?" Another surprise, he responded nicer 
than he ever had.

"Um... I'm hungry. We haven't eaten at all today. 
And... and do you have another burger for us?" Her plea 
for food in that knee-wobbling sweet 6-year-old voice 
of hers made his muscles pump in arousal. 

Strainer turned his head to look at his pals with a 
smile, who were still seated at the table and watching 
the secret meeting quite happily. He turned back to 
look at his two littlies. But his expression had 
changed again, back to his usual, but terrifying grin 
of lust. "You will get to eat Marti, after we have our 
dessert of preteen and you have finished your supper of 
CUM!" He boomed out loud, making each word mean and 
deliberate and causing the preteens to crumble in 
terror under his bodyweight and the shock of his split-
personality.

"Now," he leaned in to whisper to them menacingly 
serious again... 

That was all the pack of pedophiles could hear as they 
watched in fine contentment at the taming of the baby 
cunts. For them it was like being a European eco-freak 
watching a near-extinct creature thriving in their 
natural environment. 

The girls' faces were obscured by Strainer's body but 
the pedophiles could still see how anxious they were as 
their long, bare legs were trembling and pattering up 
and down in angst. And they could see the loose, shiny 
satin fabric that clung to their perfect bodies 
shimmering downwards towards the hem, as their bodies 
were nervously twitching as they were presumably being 
given their instructions of how to prepare themselves 
as objects for MALE pleasure.

***

Ryanne looked at herself in the mirror of Uncle 
Elliot's bedroom. Even she herself was disturbed at how 
dejected she looked, like she was watching a movie 
which featured the saddest little girl on Earth. She 
just couldn't bring herself to even display the 
smallest traces of a smile. 

She thought she used to be so pretty, but the girl 
looking back at her seemed like a dark, but seductive 
and sad clown that she didn't recognize. Her normally 
bright green eyes were sunk low, her usually perfectly 
straight and distinctly formed brunette hair now looked 
like a blow-dried mess. Her skin had seemed to have 
lost some of its former glowing radiance that always 
accompanied her lively and animated facial expressions, 
which had now morphed into a somber and vacant visage. 
The shiny gloss of her little pink lips had also become 
paler. 

Lifelessly, she slid her arm along the desk in front of 
her to take hold of a large hot pink plastic hoop 
'whore' earring. She scraped it along the hard desk as 
if it was too heavy for her, before lifting it up off 
the edge and turning it back and forth in front of her 
eyes, thinking about how wrong it was for her to wear. 

"This is going to look so silly." She sighed to herself 
as she brought it up to her left ear to put it on. She 
had never worn hoops before, only innocent and prettily 
colored small studs. She thought hoops were only 
something that adults and teenage girls would wear to 
look 'sexy' and that she wasn't ready for them as a 
little 7-year-old girl. It didn't help that these 
really were 'whore' hoops as they were so big that the 
diameter would almost reach from her ear to her 
shoulder as well as the combination of them being a 
very slutty hot pink that even she could tell was 
distasteful. 

When she had them on, she turned her face side to side 
to look at herself in the mirror. They wobbled around 
effortlessly as she did this and she was lucky that 
they were only light plastic. "That looks so bad." She 
whispered as she compared herself to those times she 
played dress up just to look silly.

She soon got over it and moved onto her next task when 
she reached out for the tube of cherry red lipstick. 
She thought that when she would be allowed to have free 
range to play around with makeup it would be one of the 
happiest days of her life, as she would be that much 
closer to being a grown up. But she didn't want to be a 
grown up anymore.

Unfortunately it was too late as she had already gone 
all the way and had sexual intercourse, performed oral 
sex on a penis and had had no limits lesbian liaisons 
with her sister.

Ironically, she now viewed makeup on little girls like 
herself as wrong and completely sexualized. As she 
twisted out the red stick of color, she no longer felt 
the dizzying feeling of applying makeup as being one of 
the most fun things in her limited life, like those 
times when her mommy sometimes let her try on different 
types of makeup or when she used to sneak it on herself 
out of her mommy's draws. 

She just felt numb and naughty and indecent while 
watching the girl in the mirror opposite her 
nonchalantly applying the rich red stain across the 
length of her dainty upper lip. It was a smidgen too 
thick as it was an adult size tube, but she was only a 
7-year-old little girl.

*SQUEAK* *CLICK* A large flash of yellow light glowed 
in the mirror. It was quite startling in the darkness 
of the dimly lit room as it only had one blue lamp that 
was placed on the desk, just in front of the mirror, 
providing soft, ambient illumination. 

As Ryanne's listless eyes focused on the doorway in the 
mirror, even more startling than the light was the wild 
and gigantic figure that soon blocked it out. Mohique 
looked like a terrifying werewolf, with his muscled 
arms postured at his sides and his long fingers looking 
more like claws. 

Her little heart started beating so fast she could hear 
it. The drowsy and unwilling state of her body a moment 
ago had now been taken over by the realization of panic 
and her senses became inconveniently sensitive. 

She knew that one of the men was coming for her, but 
this one was the biggest and scariest! Especially since 
he never spoke. She wasn't even ready for him yet, as 
she hadn't had the time to mentally prepare to be 
sexually assaulted again. 

Mohique closed the door behind him, leaving the room in 
a dark, unspiritual blue glow once more. He looked at 
the back of the little girl seated a few feet in front 
of him. She was all his. He just couldn't fucking 
believe it. He gaped at her perfect young preteen body, 
wearing her K-mart night clothes that revealed her 
perfect form and supple skin and her sexy long, 
luscious brown hair trailing down her back and 
shoulders. 

He next turned his attention to her gorgeous face in 
the mirror. She was looking back at his reflection, 
absolutely stunned like a cock-mullet. He could taste 
her fear, the look in her translucent green eyes. She 
was full of uncertainty and fear, just about begging 
him not to harm or molest her. He also couldn't help 
but notice that slutty stain of lipstick on her upper 
lip, it was simply... provocative. Even more so that 
she held the open lipstick tube in her small quivering 
hand, frozen in inaction. 

"Well," he said to her with a hungry gulp, "Elliot said 
that you're going to get yourself looking all pretty 
for me. I'm going to watch you put on the rest of your 
makeup." His voice was less aggressive than he looked. 
He had a very average tone, and for whatever reason, a 
hint of nervousness, as if he was finally asking the 
girl of his dreams out on a date.

"O...k..." Ryanne squawked back weakly. She was 
completely wary of his presence that she saw in the 
mirror, and she could feel his massive aura so close 
behind her. Her distraught mind scrambled around for 
the next thing to do until she finally remembered the 
tube of lipstick in her hand. She brought it over to 
her mouth and slowly applied it across her bottom lip, 
leaving the preteen with completely overdone cherry red 
thick lips. They looked so unnaturally fat like that it 
made Mohique's cock jump around in his pants with her 
little-big lips just begging to suck a cock.

As she puckered her lips back and forth it reminded her 
of a very important protocol. She got up fast and 
hurriedly moved herself over to Mohique and gave him a 
decent full kiss on his crotch that left a sweet pink 
smudge of lipstick on his crotch. 

He watched her in sheer amazement and excitement. He 
thought it was such a fitting greeting from a 7-year-
old girl. The pressure of her lips against his 
straining and restricted live python made his muscles 
pump and contract. But in no time at all the shy child 
had twirled back around and clamored back onto her seat 
to get back to the much safer task of making herself 
look as irresistible as a preteen corner cunt. 

Ryanne concentrated on looking at herself and what she 
was doing in the mirror, trying to narrow her gaze to 
block him out from her sight. She next reached for the 
black eyeliner pencil, then leaned up against the desk 
to look closely at the mirror and drew a smeary black 
line under her eyes. 

Mohique appreciated her effort when she perched up on 
the desk and her sexy little butt was poked in the air. 
The hem of her teddy was riding up so teasingly up her 
upper thighs. 

Next, Ryanne dabbed in the rich, black eye shadow 
sponge and smudged it in a messy cloud above her 
eyelids. She knew she was doing a terrible job, but she 
had never used it without her mommy showing her and she 
was also under terrible pressure. She felt rushed by 
the man waiting behind her who wanted her to put all of 
this stuff on.

Finally, she unscrewed the mascara brush and shakily 
brought it up to her eyelashes. Applying it to both 
upper and lower lashes, making them absorb an unnatural 
too-sexy and heavy character. The overall finished 
product was that her eyes were like instant bait to the 
rest of her body, looking like a puffy black cloud with 
twinkling green emeralds in the centre. She did a 
totally shitty job, with upper and lower, and left and 
right all uneven and some spots of ink were still 
running. It was about as bad as a 7-year-old can draw.  

To sum it up, she looked like a fucken' dirty little 
preteen whore! Her sexy face was like a palate of black 
and red ink, smeared and smudged in just the right 
places. She took one chance to admire herself in the 
mirror and was horrified at how shitty she was as a 
child makeup artist. She thought she looked terrible! 
As if she had gone to a fair and had her face painted 
almost like a clown instead of having makeup 
intricately applied.

She spun around to look at Mohique in a defensive panic 
"I'm sorreeeey... I didn't do a good job. Do... do you 
want me to do it again?" But Mohique was quite 
impressed and beyond ruthlessly aroused at what he saw. 
A desperate, overdone baby whore! Whose pretty face was 
smudged around in little girl applied makeup that made 
her look like an irresistible slut, and those cheap 
pink hoop 'whore' earrings meant she was begging to be 
fucked like a slut! 

"No baby. You won't have to. You look... exquisite. 
Unreal, unreal... You're so sexy Ryanne." Mohique's 
eyes grew wilder by the second and he gawked at her 
ever hungrier.

"Um... ok Mister..." It didn't help any that he liked 
the way she looked either. She sat on the edge of her 
chair and turned her head down, looking at her knees as 
she rocked them from side to side. She knew that they 
were going to do sex soon, but she didn't want to make 
the first move, even if that's what he was waiting for. 

"You can call me Mohique Ryanne." He said as he rather 
tentatively took a few steps closer to her and stroked 
the little girl's long, luxurious hair as she looked 
down sadly.

"Ok. Mister Mow-heek." It was unbelievable how this 
little 7-year-old girl made him feel just by talking to 
him. It was a totally enthralling experience as if he 
had scored the date with girl he had always wanted. 

"That's a good girl. You're so beautiful..." He pinched 
both sides of her cheeks in between his massive thumb 
and fingers with his hand under her chin to turn her 
face to look at him, a gorgeous preteen whore, sadly 
and fearfully looking back at him with that over the 
top fucking sexy, messy and smudgy makeup job. 

She tensed her body, preparing to be touched and 
molested at his will. "What's wrong you sexy little 
thing?"

"N...nothing Mister Mow-heeeek..." Through her squashed 
cheeks she managed to blubber up a frightened response. 
He let go of her at which she still continued to look 
submissively at him, her sore cheeks reddened in color 
as their fullness returned to her face. It was a 
harrowing moment as he stared her down. His face was 
intense, and expectant, she knew he was waiting on her 
for something.

"What do you want me to do Mister Mow-heek?" She said 
in her tiniest voice. 

"You're supposed to be getting all dressed up and 
pretty for me Ryanne. Aren't you forgetting something?" 
Mohique had now become much more comfortable in this 
fantastic situation, and had taken to verbally toying 
with the littlie. 

"Oh yes... I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to 
forget... I'll do it now. I didn't mean to forget 
Mister Mow-heek. I swear!" A hot flush of alarm coursed 
through her body and she sprang off the chair and 
darted over to the bed where her new outfit was laid 
out while Mohique's glowing animal eyes followed her 
nimble body. 

She thought she had done so well in at least attempting 
to prime herself into looking extra pretty for him. And 
she was rather glad that he thought she looked so good. 
Funnily enough, she was disappointed with herself for 
forgetting about the other step in the equation. But 
much more than that she was fearful of Mohique getting 
angry at her, and if he was anything like Uncle Elliot 
then it was something she would do almost anything to 
avoid.   

Ryanne leant over the bed and felt around with her 
little hands for the very minute item of clothing that 
she had been told to wear. It was very dark and so hard 
to see it, especially since it was black and so small 
and Mohique's humongous body blocked out the light from 
behind her. 

When her hands touched it, she it felt out and was 
surprised by how little of it there was. She held up 
the underwear known as a g-string with both hands to 
see which way it went around. It was sheer black 
spandex and tight, tight enough to fit a slim 7-year-
old girl, at whom the product was directed, or at least 
directed at their perverted 'owners'.

"How am I suppose to wear this thing? Parts are torn 
off or most of it's just a big hole. It won't even be 
worth putting on." She thought to herself as she 
examined it. She looked at it unimpressed as she held 
it up with her fingers. She just couldn't imagine how 
it would stay on and wrap around her sexy preteen body. 

It took her a little while to figure out how the thin 
string spandex would actually fit and go on her. She 
finally got it by comparing its shape with her usual, 
much more modest little girl's panties and figuring out 
that the thick part that would actually cover her 
somewhat would go in the front and hide her wee-wee. 

She was still unsatisfied by how it would go on since 
it didn't even really cover her up like a normal piece 
of clothing when she bent down to slip it on underneath 
her teddy. Daintily lifting one foot up like a graceful 
crane and slipping one side of the flimsy string up 
past her ankle.

"Ah-ah-ah-ah." Mohique's voice cautioned out from 
behind for her to stop what she was doing. She froze in 
that exact posture, bending down with one leg slightly 
bent and raised and her hands at her ankles, about to 
pull up the g-string further up the smooth pathway of 
her legs. 

"Ryanne, I would like for you to take off your little 
night dress there first before you put that on." He 
spoke very calmly, but she could still sense him 
looming behind her.

"Ok..." She squeaked pathetically, knowing she'd now 
have to be naked in front of him. She stood up straight 
and let the g-string drop to around her ankles. 

Looking straight ahead to the black darkness of the 
wall and trying to concentrate against this 
embarrassing moment, she hesitantly reached her left 
hand across to the purple string strap of her teddy and 
brushed it off her smooth shoulder. The right side of 
her clothing dropped like a feather and heaped up in a 
wrinkle midway down her back, betraying a teasing 
amount of her perfect, lightly tanned flesh, and now 
hung solely off the loose string on her left shoulder.

With her other hand she held her meager clothing 
against her stomach so that she had control over how 
fast it would fall, since by keeping it pressed against 
her like that she would be able to manage her own 
nakedness and be able to cover herself up with her arms 
as extra security, even though he could only see her 
back right now.  

From Mohique's angle looking over her. It was very 
apparent that she was covering herself up from him, 
trying to preserve her baby modesty from his prying 
eyes. Who did she think she was? How fucken dare she!

Right before she was about to slide off her left 
shoulder strap with her lovely and delicate little 
fingers, Mohique ambushed right up against her in just 
two gigantic strides. He engulfed her little hand in 
his as it was touching her shoulder. The feel of 
holding a part of her body was incredible and she felt 
so tiny to him, which made things all the better. 

Her heart just about stopped in her chest and her lungs 
expelled a wheezy gasp while her mouth opened and held 
in a breath in shock as this man who was three times 
her size snuck up on her in her state of undress and 
held her hand tightly. 

"That's not what I had in mind Ryanne, you sneaky 
little thing. We will do it my way now. Let me undress 
you first and then I will watch you put your new 
clothes on." With his right hand he held her bare right 
shoulder and then began to stroke her there with his 
fingers. His hand was twice as big as her shoulder. He 
couldn't help but marvel at how wonderfully small the 
perfect 7-year-old little girl was compared to him.

"Time to turn around little baby." He spun her body 
around to face him, using her shoulders as handles. 
"Yes, that's better." She was now looking up at him 
with the most irresistible little girl look of naïve 
uncertainty as he manhandled her. She bit her lower lip 
with her bright white front baby teeth and her healthy 
green eyes were clearly sparkling as she was close to 
crying.

He then savored the moment of sliding the remaining 
strap off her body to gradually unwrap her full naked 
preteen glory for him to see. With both straps off, he 
moved his hands to hold around the side of her upper 
torso, pressing the purple satin against her body to 
keep the teddy from completely plunging down in a heap 
too quickly. It had not yet fallen below her supine 
preteen breasts.

The feel of his uncomfortably hot hands capturing her 
defenseless body like that made her shudder and turn 
her face down to the floor in desolation. She was now 
fully trying to detach from the physical reality that 
she was now going to be molested again.

Mohique was absolutely captivated by the unveiling of 
his prize and held his dry breath for a moment before 
edaciously wetting his lips by flickering his grotesque 
purple tongue like a serpent. He gripped her firmer 
around the same spot and felt her cringe at his 
pressure and elicit a restrained whimper. His thumbs 
were poised against her front and his fingers were 
around her back, the disparity in the size of the two 
of them was so much that his thumbs and fingers were 
almost touching around the thin circumference of her 
body.

He next massaged his hands downwards in a leisurely 
stroke, moving the smooth and flimsy purple fabric of 
her little girl's teddy with him. Gradually more and 
more of the light yellow tan perfection of her skin was 
revealed to his animal's eyes. The amber hue in them 
looked as if they were on fire with lust. 

He slid it down past her pink-brown young 7-year-old 
nipplets that were in the middle of the fleshy panel of 
her little girl's chest, then down lower to reveal her 
sublime panel-flat and toned little girl's tummy to 
just above her belly button.

She breathed in deeply with a rasp and shut her eyes 
tightly as she felt the humid air finally buffeting 
against the shamefully exposed and vulnerable lovely 
skin of her tender chest and upper belly. 

Finally he released it from his grip and dropped the 
remainder of the teddy that sparsely covered her belly 
button down to just above her knees. It feel like an 
elevator down her trembling, sheer legs. 

Her privates were on display and she was a totally 
naked preteen little girl for this predator. His eyes 
widened in greedy lust and fascination as he saw the 
perfect curves of her lower body and pubic mound which 
trailed down to perfectly match her long slender legs. 
However, the magical centerpiece of the scene was the 
start of the crevice of her barely-there hairless coin 
slot baby pussy, a tiny indent against her consistent 
yellow skin.

"Oh my Lord... Fine, fine... You are just so... ah... 
gorgeous little girl... What's the matter? Are you 
ashamed of how sexy and how very pretty you are?" He 
reached her chin from under her down turned face and 
titled her head upwards to look at him. She opened her 
sad little eyes knowingly, caught in his gaze.

"No..." She answered him so softly. She tried to shake 
her head but her chin was held by his talons.

"Then why don't you want me to see you without any 
clothes?" He interrogated.

"B... because. I... Y... you can see me naked. I'm 
naked now." She croaked up her worthless defense. 

"Yes, I can see that sweetie." Mohique now spoke with 
malicious intent. He formed a palm with his right hand 
and pointed his fingers downwards, then pressed it 
against her taut, naked chest, feeling out the slightly 
raised tissue of her undeveloped baby breasts and then 
smoothed it downwards, marveling at the feel of her 
delicate preteen flesh. He rubbed his thick fingertip 
against her tiny belly button hole. Splendid. It made 
her body feel extra sensitive and twinge in revulsion 
at this violation of her young self.

Next he slid his palm and fingers lower, to her prized 
and sacred pubic mound. It was the moment she had been 
dreading. 

It was just unreal, he finally had himself this 
helpless little 7-year-old girl who's vagina was all 
his. He applied additional friction against her body in 
excitement as his palm passed her belly button, pushing 
her a few steps backwards.

He cupped her bald baby pussy mound with his hand that 
spanned almost the entire width of her body. She 
couldn't help but look down and see what he was doing 
to her. She spread her legs slightly in reaction to her 
sensitive genitalia. 

"Ooohh. Yeah. You like that huh baby?" He stroked the 
entrance of the deliciously tight slit between her legs 
with his middle finger. Her feet fidgeted and she 
shuffled around uncomfortably with the ticklish 
tingling at her vagina. 

He grinned wickedly and searched for eye contact from 
her downward looking eyes while he tried to insert his 
finger inside of her. The little whore was wetting up 
involuntarily, but even still he could not readily 
penetrate her almost closed 7-year-old vagina in one 
thrust. He had to press against one side of her slick, 
chubby lips to spread her slightly before nudging his 
fat digit up to the first joint and into the dreamy 
pocket of smooth hotness that was her baby cunt. He 
could not believe that simply fingering a little girl 
like Ryanne felt as good as having the best non-pedo 
sex with his cock!

"Uuhhh-huh-uuhh." Ryanne moaned in a high pitched 
squeak as she felt herself being invaded so crudely 
even though her slut little pussy pulsed sensations of 
pleasure all the way through her groin. Mohique 
couldn't believe how tight she was. His finger tip felt 
as if it was being wetly sucked inside of her preteen 
vagina after it stubbornly worked its way in.

This was only the entrée but it was just too good - he 
had his fingertip only a little way inside of her baby 
pussy as well as the ultimate visual of her lusciously 
naked 7-year-old body right before him. 

As an entrée this was perfect, the ultimate teasing 
taste to make him hang on for all the rest of his sweet 
meat main and dessert. Reluctantly he smoothly slipped 
his finger out of her silkiness and wiped the wetness 
around her sexy lil belly button as a shiny trail and 
the poked her there in a lewd fashion.

"You can get changed now for me little baby." His voice 
was now hoarse in over excitement. 

"Yes..." She whispered. She had the urge to cover her 
body up with her arms now that she had been given 
reprieve but sensibly decided against it. She reached 
down to her ankles and stepped out of the purple pile 
of satin on the floor and then fumbled around to pull 
up the black junior sized g-string hastily up to her 
knees. 

"Ah-ah... No!" She looked up at the towering giant 
before her nervously, wondering what she had down 
wrong. "Start again Ryanne and do it very slowly." She 
obediently acquiesced and let the baby g-string fall to 
her feet again before bending down again and 
concentrating on watching her hands pull it up the 
length of her legs at a turtle-like pace.

"Mmm, yes. Very sex Ryanne. Very nice. Here, let me 
help you fit it on properly." As she had it pulled up 
to her baby snatch he knelt right down to help her 
along. Him helping the little naked 7-year-old girl to 
snugly fit on her g-string was a sweetly sick contrast 
to a caring adult kneeling down to help a child tie up 
their shoelace. 

He brushed her small hands away and grasped onto her 
tiny waist while digging his fingers in between the 
elastic. The feel of her body in his hands as well as 
the visual taboo of a sexy black g-string hugging 
around her thin 7-year-old hips compelled him to 
squeeze and mold into her fragile and naked ass cheeks 
that were firm as cold butter. 

He watched her perfectly flat preteen body right in 
front of him jerk around in discomfort, just like a 
live and irresistible bait to his pedophile attentions. 
He couldn't resist and lunged at her naked chest with 
his jaws, mauling her and biting the very slight curves 
of her breasts and little nipplets while she screamed 
in terror and tried to shake away.

He smiled at her terrified, yelping face as he scraped 
upwards between her unformed tit cleavage with his 
bottom teeth before biting down over the top and then 
biting along in rows across her upper body. As wild 
with lust as he was, he had enough control to not tear 
or bite through her, but still caused much pain and 
notched her fine skin with tooth marks and reddening 
scratches. The taste of her skin was just as sweet and 
wholesome as she smelt as he had his nose pressed up 
against her body, like wheat and fresh milk with a 
teaspoon of sugar. 

For a final taste he chomped a big mouthful that almost 
took in the whole of her left breast in his jaws. He 
gripped his teeth around the succulent tissue of raised 
flesh, and with his gigantic reptilian tongue slobbered 
over her swollen nipple and areola. 

"Uuuhhhhhoooowwwww!!!" The very sensitive and ticklish 
sensations from his disgusting tongue as well as the 
pain from the large bite made her scream out in 
anguish. He finished off by squeezing her bruised 
little ass cheeks harder, kneading right into them with 
his powerful fingers and pressing her body even closer 
against him, sucking against her baby breast as hard as 
he could before bouncing his mouth off with an audible 
pop. It left a terribly large and swollen pink hickey 
on her defiled angel's body.

"AH-HEE-AH-HEE." He gaffed like the creep that he was 
after he leaned back to observe his artwork on the 
canvas of young girl's flesh. 

"Now Ryanne, you can put your top on." He stood up 
again to look down upon and belittle the poor, small 
and traumatized child. Tears were streaming down and 
clinging itchily to her face while she shivered and her 
arms huddled up to cover up her sore chest. Her 
formerly sketchy makeup job around her eyes was now a 
complete mess! Her tears created a powdery black water 
color line down her face and across her eyes.

She sniffled and wiped an arm across her face while 
still covering her breasts up as best she could with 
her other arm. This smeared the makeup around her eyes 
in a thick blotch across to the right of her eyes and 
continued to run in a faded, sooty trail. It made her 
look like a forlorn little creature from a dark alley – 
the dirtiest little preteen whore around! 

She struck the perfect sexy model pose with the sheer 
black g-string clad tightly around her hips, her flat 
and sexy belly exposed and her left arm clinging across 
her hardly-there tits, trying to preserve her modesty 
even though she really didn't have anything there to 
cover up.

Ryanne then sloppily turned herself around to get her 
last item of clothing from the bed. It was purely hot 
to watch the preteen spin around like that while 
focusing on her little g-string that exposed her 
reddened and swollen creamy little ass with the sexy 
black string tightly pulled up between her cheeks. 

A 7-year-old girl in a perfectly fitting g-string is 
the most pedo-hot thing in the world! Mohique agreed 
with that sentiment as his toned muscles pumped all 
over his body as his lustful eyes sent the image of the 
7-year-old's lithe, g-string clad ass and hips.

Ryanne sniffled again and her face was still shining 
with the wetness of her tears, but she had regained her 
composure as she picked up the skimpy white top and was 
about to quickly slip it over her head. She stopped 
abruptly just as she had her arms inside the opening at 
the bottom and had it stretched against the front of 
her body ready to put on. She turned her head to look 
at Mohique behind her. 

"Mister Mow-heek... Do you want to watch me put it on?" 
She queried in such a sweet and shaky little voice.

"Oh yes deary, I do." Of course that was the answer she 
was expecting.

Ryanned turned her body around and looked up at him 
submissively while she very slowly raised the top over 
her head and slipped it down over her head, giving him 
one last glance of the wholeness of her delicious, 
flat, immature body. 

She pulled the white cut-off T down as smoothly as she 
could, but was surprised that it would not go down 
further even as she tugged down at it. It stopped 
several inches above her belly button and only just 
covered her baby breasts. There was still so much of 
her delightful tender flesh on display. The slut teen-
style T she was wearing simply accentuated how much of 
a whore she was. 

"Ah yes, very nice Ryanne. Very nice." Mohique crossed 
his arms in satisfied triumph as he ogled at his young 
entertainer. She was the absolute perfect baby whore. A 
preteen transplanted into the sluttiest teen clothing 
with the appearance a hot teen slut would have if they 
were giving themselves away to the star football team 
on a party night. 

She just stood there, hands at her sides, totally 
dejected and afraid. The faded stain of black makeup 
was drying in a path across her face that made her look 
even more beaten. The pink hoop 'whore' earrings glowed 
in the darkness and stopped jiggling, now as still in 
the air as she was. The black g-string focused 
attention to the tempting mound above her legs and 
contrasted tastily to the creamy tanned flesh of her 
panel-flat belly and her bleached white cut-off T. 

This all combined to create the ultimate little sex 
doll who stood right before Mohique, all of it except 
for her sunken and defeated looking pose which was 
anything but enthusiastic or horny for cock.

"Now I think we should start doing something. Don't you 
little baby?" Mohique approached her and wrapped his 
right hand behind the back of her head. Her hair had 
this marvelously fine texture that he was sure only 
little girls could have. He toyingly pulled her head to 
his body. Quite conveniently her face was at cock 
height as he rolled it against his tough denim jeans, 
just to the right of his enormously straining hard on. 
With her pressed against him like that he started 
walking towards the bed.

Ryanne was trying her best to be calm. But he just felt 
so strong and powerful while he gripped her behind her 
head like that. She knew she had no chance of 
resisting. As he walked her backwards, she did her best 
to stumble back to avoid being trampled. However, it 
only took a couple of his large strides before she felt 
the firm edge of the bed cushioning against her ass. 

Mohique now let go of her head and leaned his knee 
forward against her body so that she then tripped 
backwards onto the bed. Her sexy naked legs kicked up 
into the air and then collapsed over the edge as she 
lost balance, the back of her knees folded around the 
edge of the bed in a perfect fit. He then took one 
satisfied look at the 7-year-old girl lying down on the 
bed with her cut-off T ridden right up to lewdly 
display most of her body, before sitting down next to 
her on her left. 

He felt up all around her bare tummy with his palm in a 
circular motion. Ryanne just lay there, too scared to 
do or say anything but let him feel her like that. She 
left her eyes open to look at the twinkling darkness of 
the ceiling to help her detach from her reality and 
couldn't help but breathe in short, shallow breaths 
that unwittingly made her more anxious. 

"Is there something that you're going to do for me now 
Ryanne?" He said as he moved his groping hand up under 
her T-shirt to rub against the low mounds of her 
breasts.

"Yes..." She managed to squeak out. She still didn't 
move or direct her eyes elsewhere as she felt pinned-
down and trapped with his giant hand against her like 
that. 

"Well get up and show me what it is." He said in glee 
with a mixture of laughter. He slid his hand out from 
under her top to let her rise. 

She perched herself up in a sitting position next to 
him with her legs dangling over the side of the bed. 
She then glanced up at him, full of timid uncertainty 
on her face. She was thoroughly disheartened and 
further frightened by what she saw. 

Mohique had an uncompassionate and expectant guise 
looking aggressively back at her. His face truly was 
that of a great predator, his crocodile smile revealed 
a row of sharp teeth akin to a South American jaguar 
man. He had a long horse-ish face that accommodated for 
plenty of his dark skin and large, fiery amber eyes. He 
looked like a serial rapist made to stalk the darkness. 
The awesome and large alligator tooth earrings he wore 
didn't help with subduing his appearance either. 

She hurriedly averted his superior stare and looked 
down to watch her lovely little feet bouncing back and 
forth in the air. It was no wonder she couldn't stand 
it, as the look she got back from him was as if he 
would eat her alive! Such was his lust, and she knew 
it. 

Now seeing no other alternative, and after all of her 
procrastinating, Ryanne slowly turned her head sideways 
to her left to hesitantly look at her ultimate 
destination. She could feel the heat in the room now 
sweltering and pulsating around her, as if it all 
radiated from the bomb underneath his pants. 

Mohique's whole body felt flutters from his gut as he 
saw the young child sitting next to him automatically 
looking and focusing on his busting manhood without any 
prompts, knowing at the tender age of 7 years old where 
her future lay.

Ryanne waved her left hand over to the detonator and 
softly landed her small hand there. It was previously 
unnoticeable because of the dark color of his jeans in 
the dark room and how tough the wrinkled denim was, but 
now at this crucial moment, even with all of the 
creases in his pants, there was no denying the massive 
bulge that was stretching the denim! She was expecting 
for her hand to sink a little into the creases, but it 
surprised her to feel a flowing hot hardness that was 
just about ripping for freedom!

Mohique exhaled in an animalistic rasp as he felt her 
touch finally upon him. He watched in delight as she 
recoiled a little, not expecting to feel the grown 
beast so soon. 

He chuckled before he said "Yeah, comon baby. You know 
what to do now. Let it free, he's been waiting all this 
time to meet you. He wants to show you how much he 
likes you." He coaxed her further by reaching over and 
rubbing his right hand along the small of her back and 
up her neck and brushing the silks of her long chestnut 
hair behind her.

Ryanne had now accepted her fate and urged herself to 
go on with the show. She fumbled around for his zipper 
and wriggled it all the way down to the bottom. It made 
a long drawn out 'zzzzzzzzzzip' as she did it, arousing 
Mohique to the max and made his immense muscles pump as 
the moment he had awaited his entire life was now about 
to become. 

She poked her fingertips inside and drummed them along 
his determinedly protruding rock hard member that was 
still covered by his sticky boxer shorts. It was as if 
it truly had a mind of its own, like a pissed off snake 
trapped in a bag. As her fingers reached back up to the 
top of his pants she fumbled around to undo the large 
brass button that would finally unleash Armageddon. She 
leaned over and brought her right hand over to assist, 
and her nimble little fingers unhooked it. It looked 
fucking hot to watch the little girl leaning over like 
that in an effort to please cock.

Mohique shook his body so that his cock was free of its 
constraints. Ryanne grasped hold of it by both hands, 
measuring it as she felt around the sticky cotton 
boxers. She could feel the sweat on them that was 
almost soaking and the moisture of seeping precum. 

"Comon slut. Now's the time. Do what you were made to 
do!" She reached into the elastic and pulled it down 
swiftly, as fast as she could, all the way down as 
Mohique shuffled along to get his bulging ball sac free 
as well. He breathed in deeply after the exertion, like 
he had just been hard at the gym. "Good girl, good 
girl... Yahhhh-ha... what are you gonna do huh? What 
the fuck are you gonna do whore?"

It was a magical moment as they sat there, absorbed by 
the sudden appearance of his obscene and wickedly lit 
meat candle. It was probably the most defined and 
veiniest penis out of them all. Erect and pointing 
proudly and largely upwards, his foreskin still clung 
tightly to the sides of the disproportionably swollen 
and reddened head, glued by precum. 

If not the fattest cock, it was still 8 inches of hard 
steel that was a freakish tribal red color and simply 
popped and bulged with a continuum of sinewy veins down 
the length of the shaft that gave an unbreakable and 
muscley effect. It was just like a terrible dragon with 
its 'breathing' and roughly textured red bulb of a head 
and its leaking piss slit looking like it was ready to 
spit white hot flame. In addition to the very unkempt 
tangle of long and rough black pubes that were two-
thirds up the length of the cock like a beastly mane.

Having now had a full and proper look at this 
terrifying tool, she just felt like running away! It 
was only the second hardened phallic instrument she had 
seen, but was way scarier and uglier than Elliot's 
because of its explicit and muscular veinage and its 
redness that looked like a mutated disease. 

Watching the cock in a wavering trance, Ryanne wrapped 
the thin fingers of her left hand slowly around his 
massive pumping shaft just below the head, trying to 
become accustomed to it in the most gradual way 
possible.

"Yaaahhhh...haaaa...aha." He groaned uncontrollably as 
he finally felt the touch of her cool little fingers 
creating friction on his throbbing and burning penis. 

Her first touch felt equally as intensive as she was 
hit by the pulsating heat, solid steel hardness and 
sticky and varied texture of his pedo girth. Even 
though it was dark she could see an outpour of gooey 
clear precum pooling when she touched him. 

She very gently jacked her little hand up and down in 
the same position. Mohique was struggling to translate 
the extremity of his first preteen pleasure. Her tiny 
hand only just reached around and only covered a small 
portion of his cock. It was an exciting visual to watch 
something so small give so much pleasure. 

She continued to do this in a very slow and steady 
rhythm, like a teasing appetizer, gradually they both 
saw her little fingers shining with fluid as the precum 
overflowed on the head and treacled onto her enclosed 
hand like honey.

Ryanne next shuffled around to turn her body sideways 
to treat his penis on a better angle. She had the shin 
of her left leg and the top of her left foot flat 
against the bed so that she could comfortably lean on 
that leg while her right leg was off the bed and her 
right foot firmly planted on the floor. She kept hold 
of his cock and wobbled it around like a joystick as 
she changed positions. "Hahaha. Cool. All comfy now?" 
Mohique said as he watched her. 

She didn't answer or even look up at him but just 
continued like a stoic little sex-soldier, and with a 
firm grip, slid her hand down the shaft right to the 
base while at the same time she moved her right hand 
into position over the top of his leg to gently cradle 
his sweaty, furry and gross nut sack. 

"Yaaaawww...whhhoooorrrrre." He groaned and rolled his 
neck back at the extreme sensation of pleasure. To feel 
five of her cool, skinny preteen fingers so delicately 
dancing over his overheating ball sack, while her other 
hand rummaged and masturbated the base of his cock 
nearby was just something he couldn't prepare for.

She next tilted the cock to angle towards her and 
brought her face closer and closer to it while her 
right hand still massaged his balls like a pixie. 
However as she brought it in to about 4 inches of her 
face she wrinkled up her nose, turned her face away let 
out a distinctly uncooperative, but subtle little girl 
whine.

When she stroked her hand downwards from just below the 
head to the base of his messy and formidable cock, she 
had peeled back the foreskin to its near limits, 
unsheathing the entire putrid form of the cock to its 
true glory. 

All of the fluids and odors that had been biologically 
stewing around in the confines of his foreskin for so 
long had now been released, as well as a sickeningly 
repulsive thick layer of crusty yellow precum paste 
that lined all over the inflamed and sensitive flesh of 
his extended-head. 

"What's wrong little honey?" Mohique asked after she 
had suddenly stalled. It was quite a question 
considering he had a slut-dressed 7-year-old girl next 
to him holding his grotesque penis and pointing it at 
her own face. She was still looking away, as if stunned 
by an invisible force that also kept her from moving 
any closer to the cock. 

"Come on!" He leaned over to her to grab hold of a 
handful of her long, luxurious brown locks. He was 
about to roughly pull her face back to the task at hand 
when he also sensed what was wrong, or rather, smelt. 

"Oh I see." He laughed. "Well, well. That's not a 
problem. It just makes it all the better!" He pulled 
her face over to the position where she belonged. 

"Please... please Mister Mow-heek." She resisted quite 
admirably. "It smells real bad! It smells too bad. I 
can't..." 

"You little slut! You're just trying to find a way out 
of this. Do you think that's gonna work?!" He was 
losing patience with her, and so was his cock, held 
firmly by both of her heavenly hands and just busting 
for more that it felt like he was getting cramps. 

"No! No! I swear Mister Mow-heek. I swear I really was 
going to give you a baby blowjob. But... but you're 
cock thing really stinks and I don't think I can do it 
anymore because it smells too bad and... and... I'd 
still give you a baby blowjob if it didn't smell so bad 
now." She was getting panicky and trying her best to be 
a sweet and sincere little girl. "I... I can still rub 
you? Please... please Mister Mow-heek?"

"Well my little honey. Do you know WHY it smells so 
bad? Have a look there." He pulled her hair downwards 
which jerked her face to look at his stiff cock rod. It 
was hideous, like a carnivorous flower in full bloom. 
"See all that yellow crusty stuff on there, and all of 
that drying ooze. It just needs to be cleaned up and 
then it won't smell. I have been very patient with you 
haven't I Ryanne? Would you like me to tell your Uncle 
Elliot how bad you've been?"

She shook her head fearfully, sheer terror in her wide 
eyes. "No, no Mister Mow-heek pleeeeeeease. I'll be 
good. I am. I was going to give you a baby blowjob then 
but it smells so bad. B... but I'll still give you 
one."

"Good girl." He slid his hand from her hair to the 
exposed skin on her back and stroked her. "I want you 
to clean up all of that crust and ooze off by licking 
it up with your tongue until it doesn't smell anymore." 
He said as he smothered her lower back with his 
outstretched hand. 

"Ok. Ok." She squeaked. She turned her face to the side 
again and took a deep breath. And then poke out the tip 
of her little pink tongue while craning her head 
forward and angling the cock towards her with the 
tender grip of her hands. 

Watching the preteen child there with her succulent 
outstretched little tongue closing in on his bloated 
and yearning prick head like that was simply 
incredible. Her face was still contorted and he could 
see that her neck was reactively tense because of the 
noxious smell of his foul penis that was as bad as the 
worst rotten cheese that had been out with the flies 
for a month. Not only that, but it was also compounded 
by the constant natural and overpowering musk of his 
genitals and his greasy pubes and the musky odor of his 
sweating ball sack. 

He could just feel her. Feel the electricity even 
before her wet sweetness even made contact and there 
was still an inch between them. "Ahhh-hoooooooooo." He 
exhaled as he felt the first tingle of her moist mini 
stroker surge through the tip of his greasy prick like 
lightning. "Fuuuuuuck yeahhhh. That's it babydoll." He 
felt the wafer light texture of her tongue as she gave 
him a zippy lick on the same spot. 

He could see she was holding back as she had to adjust 
her breathing to the stench of cock power. "The faster 
you clean that mess up the better it will be. And I 
want you to hold out your tongue and show me the dirt 
you have cleaned and then swallow it." He could see her 
face grimace even more when he said that and she 
scrunched up around her eyes like she was going to cry.

Finally she had a go and took her first big stroking 
lick, wetly up the top end of his textured head, taking 
with her a layer of yellow goop. He watched in 
amusement at how she handled the stench with little 
shallow breaths and held her breath when she licked. 
She stuck out her tongue for him to see a filthy, 
mustardy stain of yellow covering the lower end of her 
taste buds. 

"Swallow." She visibly gagged as her tongue rolled back 
inside of her mouth and it looked like she had the 
hiccups. It was the sourest, most disgusting thing she 
had tasted in her young life and she thought it was 
like eating rotten eggs. "Good, good. There's still a 
lot left for you to lick."

She handled it better by taking deep and luxurious 
strokes that would slick up a lot of gunk in one go and 
then swallow it down the back of her throat fast. Soon 
she was licking all over the stretch-textured and plump 
head like it was a rich ice cream cone. Curving and 
curling her long pointy tongue all over, coating his 
prick tip in her baby spit. 

Since her tongue was so small she was good at poking at 
all of the crevices that were accentuated by how veiny 
and muscular his cock was,  especially the little ridge 
just before the head where she slid her tongue around 
to gather up the stuck crust. 

She was really working the angles like a hungry baby 
slut for the flecks of dried precum and if one didn't 
know better it would look like she was having a lot of 
fun. After cleaning off the fullness of his plump, 
dripping red knob and leaving it a shining mess by 
brushing her tongue back and forth speedily down it, 
she had almost made the unsheathed hunk of his glowing 
bulb and shaft into a polished piece of raw redness. 
The only remnants of the sticky icky flakes of 
solidified precum were now encrusted in the super 
sensitive junction between his rolled back foreskin and 
the raw flesh of his knob. 

"Almost there baby. You've been doing such a good job. 
See, right there.  Just clean it off and then you can 
really start with the baby blowjob." Mohique clenched 
the muscles in his massive cock that made it expand and 
contract like it was breathing and accentuated to her 
how eager he was for her to continue scraping the curd 
off the cheese.

Ryanne lowered her head and gingerly poked the squishy, 
pointed tip of her tongue right against his frenulum on 
the underside of his cock and slid it downwards towards 
the stinking junction with only the slightest of moist 
pressure. "Aaaahhhhaaaaa... Fuuuuuuck... you 
sluuuuut..." Mohique couldn't believe how incredibly 
skilled this preteen slut was, being able to pop 
surprises and intense textures on him that made him 
feel as if both heads on his body would explode!

When her moist pink tongue tip reached his putrid 
junction she paused as if her tongue was stuck to it 
and her eyes fluttered like a butterfly's wings and the 
muscles in her face almost went into spasms as she 
tried to deal with the rancid stench that stemmed from 
the deposits of cum paste. 

Her reaction was clearly visible to Mohique, much to 
his pleasure. He laughed at her and stroked the soft 
downy hair on the top of her head to pressure her into 
performing.

She knew she had no other choice but to lick up and 
clean all of that disgusting gunk off his bloated 
prick, so once she had gotten over the initial shock of 
the odor she flicked her tongue back and forth on the 
underside of his cock, trying to bury it inside the 
crevice and paste the yellow gunk into a finer layer. 

She next outstretched the length of her tongue and 
curled it around in a circular motion in sync with the 
movements of her head to ring it right around the girth 
of his rotten log, digging her tongue in between the 
junction as best she could and taking with it a musky 
layer of dried precum. The sensation of her baby 
stroker tongue rounding around that most sensitive 
point like that was almost enough to make him cry, if a 
man like that ever could. Instead he growled and howled 
like a monster as his senses overloaded with pleasure 
and his cock reddened and veins bulged to the next 
level. 

It really was quite an amount that she had licked up 
this time and it had balled up on the side of her 
tongue. "Hold it out and show me." She strenuously held 
her tongue out to show him the reeking glob of yellow 
paste that she had licked up like sauce, she was 
drooling and gagging as the taste was burning into her 
taste buds. "Good. Swallow it." She happily complied 
and gulped it down breathlessly.

She continued to twirl her tongue round and round in 
the opposite direction, each time using more of the 
surface of her wet padded tongue like she was scrubbing 
him clean with a gentle wash. And with each unbearably 
hot lap of her tongue he could see the visible results 
as less and less flakes of the revolting crust was left 
on his hideous pole. 

Finally, as she was satisfied that he wouldn't find any 
fault with her finishing up all of her 'ice cream', she 
moved her head up and rested the slimy underside of her 
tongue against the tip of his oozing prick head and 
poked her tongue out as fast as she could to show him 
the disgusting flecks of crust that stuck like 
classroom stickers all over her tongue and contrasted 
with the healthy pinkness.

Again he was totally taken by surprise by the little 
tricks the preteen slut pulled to make his dick feel 
fucking extreme. It was just so ultimate pedo-hot to 
watch her show off the revolting meal she was forced to 
lick while at the same time feeling the smooth, creamy 
and wet texture of the bottom of her tongue sliding 
across the very tip of his gaping piss hole, giving 
such fine relief like pouring much needed moisture over 
a beached whale.  

"See, all better babydoll. Nice and clean for you to do 
your baby blowjob." He struggled to pant out the words 
as his mind wrestled with the idea that she hadn't even 
really started yet and the prospect of getting a baby 
blowjob even gave his nuts the cramps!

She rolled her tongue back inside her mouth before 
swallowing the terrible sourness while drooling and 
twitching her cheeks around to minimize the fullness of 
her taste buds as she swallowed. 

Unfortunately for her, the thick foulness clung to the 
back of her throat and lingered on her tongue like she 
had vomited without washing her mouth, leaving her very 
agitated. The awful flavor stuck like burning chili and 
it shamefully made her want to give the sloppiest, 
meatiest baby blowjob to replace the taste with that of 
the pungent, but bearable taste of raw man meat. 

Ryanne linked the fingers of both her hands together at 
the base of his solid shaft and with very light 'touch' 
pressure she slid them upwards until they cupped firmly 
over his slippery golf ball prick helmet. She then 
intermittently began squeezing it while rubbing it 
between her interlocked fingers and played with her 
thumbs like little triggers that tapped perfectly 
against his spongy flesh. 

His pleasure-suffocated cock mini ejaculated a spurt of 
precum all over her little hands as the perfect greasy 
lubricant. She relaxed her grip and shifted herself 
forward to return the cock to its neutral position. 

Mohique huffed and puffed in anticipation as at last 
his view of his own cock was being blocked by her head 
drifting above it with her hair looking like a windy 
chocolate cloud. He buzzed when he felt the flowing 
strands of her soft her hair rustling against his 
sandpaper coarse pubes. The last thing he could see 
before it was all covered by her dark long hair was her 
pink hoop 'whore' earrings that stood out like a cum 
shot in the dimness and at that moment just seemed so 
appropriate for the baby slut to wear as she was about 
to perform oral sex.   

"Aaaawwwww... haaaaaaawwww... Fuu-huuuck... Yeah-
heeerrrr..." He groaned insanely when he felt the 
softness of her teeny tiny lips pressing firmly against 
him, in between her spread fingers and right on the 
gaping tip of his bloated penal head before she 
skillfully twisted her baby tongue like a drill against 
the entrance of his gaping and flowing pee hole. 

It was all the more arousing to have his view of her 
mouth blanketed by her tent of hair and simply feel and 
imagine what sweet things she was pulling down below. 

Next she rolled her tongue sideways along the lower 
ridge of the head until she hooked it against his 
frenulum and then began to flick it in rapid jabs 
against his number one soft spot while she increased 
the firmness with her hands and smoothed them downwards 
to midshaft. She could feel his veins expanding as she 
did this that she thought that they were going to 
explode!

After a few more moments flicking her tongue rapidly 
against his frenulum like a busy little bee, she peaked 
her cushiony, teeny lips and planted a tulip of a kiss 
just to the right of his enlargened pee hole before 
pushing downwards and sliding the blissful wetness of 
her tiny mouth to engulf his grotesque prick helmet 
while keeping her lips sealed tightly over it with a 
constant friction. 

It felt plain fucking amazing as she swallowed it. Her 
7-year-old mouth was so small he could feel that he was 
bulging out of her cheeks and jamming against the roof 
of her mouth without any effort! 

He used her naked, arched back as an armrest for his 
right hand and reveled in feeling up her tight little 
body while she continued to perform oral sex on him 
like a starving baby whore. 

"Lower, fuck. Lower." He prompted, his words coming out 
with some difficulty. Immediately he felt more nerves 
from his penis light up on fire as her lips lurched 
against them, but the continuation abruptly stopped. 

"Mmmpphhhfffffff... mpphhhfff... *gulp*... *gulp*" She 
had barely the entire bulb of the head, as well as 
about an inch more of pulsating shaft that had passed 
between her lips before she reached her limit. His cock 
was so big and her mouth so small that it really was 
plugging the back of her throat like a boulder. She did 
her best to go deep for him but when she reached her 
limit she simply moaned and snorted with her mouth 
stretched around the massive member. 

Her little tongue felt too constricted to play around 
inside on the angle it was on so she slurped and 
wriggled it under the roughly textured side of glans 
tissue that was lucky enough to be positioned there. 

After a moment holding like this she sloppily bobbed 
her head up and down very slowly and luxuriantly. Her 
lips left a trail only about up to midway up the head 
where her preteen tongue could maneuver and baste 
itself all over the penetrating prick tip and flick 
across it in all directions, eliciting bestial roars 
from Mohique before gently slide her mouth down again 
to as low as she could take it. 

Her little hands meanwhile were freely roaming around 
all over the rest of his genitals from all over his 
shaft to his balls and brushing his filthy hair out of 
the way so that she could suck cock, rather in the same 
way her hands would roll around and play with a tennis 
ball. They could easily do this as they were wet with 
the lube from her little girl's saliva and the test 
tube amounts of precum he had been excreting. 

After a few repeats of having this little girl bob for 
his apple, Mohique was going crazy. He wanted to CUM, 
fucking blow this baby bitch away with his tank full of 
scalding seed, his whole body was on fire and it was as 
if he had to do it to survive. But he also didn't want 
this moment to stop. The fucking hottest forced little 
preteen 7-year-old girl giving him head with more skill 
than any other talents he was sure that she had and it 
truly was the greatest moment of his life.

Ryanne could feel his inner turmoil since she was so 
intimately connected to him at that moment with her 
lips wrapped succulently around his cock that was 
barraging against her throat. She knew the perfect 
thing to do would be to try the 'baby blowjob drool' on 
Mohique. For whatever young slutty reason, the idea of 
fun actually occurred to her while having to do this as 
she was curious to see if he would like it as much as 
Uncle Elliot. 

"Mmmmmpa." She sucked upwards to halfway up his red 
bulb and slobbered a neat amount of baby drool over it. 
Then she skimmed off of it with her bottom lip curving 
across the slick surface of man meat before she raised 
her face up to look directly at him. The line of spit 
still clung to her bottom lip from his penis like a 
liquid string and she licked across her upper lip 
seductively, communicating to him how much of a cock 
hungry baby whore she was. 

It was almost enough to make him jump out of his skin 
when he saw her do this totally out of character. And 
especially the way her mascara, and her smeared black, 
slut makeup that had really set around her eyes, 
accentuated the intense and intimate eye contact that 
she gave him with her twinkling green eyes shocking him 
with preteen sexy. 

She could tell that it did affect him. He seemed 
absolutely stunned and speechless looking down at her. 
She felt daring enough to try some more, like she was 
almost enjoying it. 

She grasped her hands firmly together around his thick, 
boiling log and slid them up the slippery length of his 
grotesquely erect and glistening member. It was hot to 
see the mixture of natural lube thickening and bubbling 
in between the top of her hands and the skin of his 
cock. 

She cradled his bursting bulb once more which 
transferred the anchor of her baby drool line from his 
penis to her hand as she worked her hands around the 
head and the string of saliva now stuck from her hand 
to her mouth.  Next she massaged her hands downwards in 
the same fashion while lowering her head in unison 
while maintaining the irresistibly sexy eye contact. 

She then gave him a sloppy lick from his frenulum to 
his pee hole with her flattened out tongue that made 
even the veins in his forehead begin to pop! And then 
finally while staring up at him in her most 'see how 
good I am' look she flicked and brushed her tongue 
rapidly back and forth between his pee hole and 
frenulum.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! On your face! On your fucking face 
you little baby whore! Fuck! YAAHAAAHAAA! FUUU-HUUUUCK! 
Cum on your face slut!" He couldn't take it. He never 
thought she would be so fucking good to sneak his own 
cummage up on him like that!

"On your fucking face!" He yelled at her as he felt his 
nuclear cummage burning through every single popping 
vein in his cock. 

Ryanne quickly complied and sensed the utter urgency of 
the moment to obey him for her own sake. She pressed 
the cock against her face and her hands could feel it 
jerking like a bull hose and she rubbed it in the area 
under her left eye and close to the side of her nose 
when in no time she was fucking blasted by a boiling 
shot of heavy cum so hard that it just splattered all 
over her face.

Mohique finally felt like the volcano he was meant to 
be as his whole body was upturned in animal fury. He 
did not relent, but she did as he continued to 
ejaculate and spurt bursts of thick, scalding, stained-
white gobs of semen onto the repentant child's face. 

She took the first jet like a trooper just like he 
wanted her to, although she had to squint her eyes. But 
she was nastily surprised at how heavy and altogether 
unpleasant the load felt against her delicate little 
girl's skin and senses. So when the mightily exploding 
phallus of RAW MALE POWER kept spitting up shot after 
shot of rancid sticky CUM she tried to back her pretty 
little cum-coated face away in disgust. Mohique did not 
like that.

"All... ALL of it on your fucking face! If any gets on 
me I'm gonna fucking kill you! I'm fucking warning you 
baby cunt!" She spluttered and babbled as she forced 
herself to hold the spurting penis close against her 
face so that he could ejaculate more semen onto her. 
Her face had been blasted so thickly that mounds of the 
stuff clung to it, although it spread unevenly towards 
the left side of her face. The gooey white cream was 
dribbling down and wobbling on her chin like she was a 
melting wax model. 

It was a disgusting mess because there was so much of 
it and because she had flinched after the first load to 
avoid a complete facial. There were also large drops 
that had landed into her hair now as well and were 
thinning out and dampening her silky strands. A fair 
bit had also sprayed onto her neck and around her upper 
body and then began soaking into the very thin cotton 
of her very skimpy top. The patches of thick, warm 
liquid on various parts of her body felt very 
uncomfortable against her sensitive young skin.

Taking his terrifying warning to heart, she made sure 
she scooped up the excess that was spluttering out of 
his stinking penal tube into her lovely little hands. 
It was very hard not to spill any on him because of the 
angle she was on and that his cock was poised over his 
right leg. 

But she tried her absolute best and was genuinely 
terrified of him now. She leaned back so that none of 
the cum on her body would drip onto him, but still held 
her hands out to catch and squeeze out anymore of the 
cum. Her hands were wet before, but now they were just 
coated in thick layers of the white ooze. 

Mohique's slowed breathing and heaving chest signaled a 
closure to the momentous moment that was over in a 
flash, although Ryanne was still focusing on his cock 
with the most urgent concentration. For her those 
several seconds felt like a lifetime and it was not 
over yet. 

She very carefully rubbed and jacked off the over-
sensitized and spluttering cock she held so wonderfully 
in her hands, cupping her right hand at the tip to 
catch anymore cum. When the blasts finally slowed to a 
dribble and the once hard steel melted into mere 
muscle, she scraped off the last of the pooling white 
slime with the edge of her finger and carefully brought 
her cupped hands over to her body. 

Ryanne was now at a loss for what to do but to wait and 
see what Mohique wanted. She felt so dirty and bad. The 
feeling of the thinning and runny and warm cum that was 
soaking and dripping all over her body as well as the 
gooey pool of it that she held in her hands made her 
not help but think about what she had just done and how 
naughty she was to actually try and make some fun of it 
at the end. She figured she got what she deserved when 
she was shocked by the wicked blasts of cum. 

Ryanne started heaving, gently at first and then she 
started to cry - sobs, spluttering and all. Just like a 
naughty child who had lost her favorite doll and 
couldn't help but let it all out like a crying little 
baby slut. 

The sound of her sweet voice and even sweeter crying 
gradually brought Mohique back from the temporary 
stupor of the most A-fucking-mazing cummage of his 
life. The orcish male dopily turned his head to his 
right. 

The very fine moments that had just passed flashed 
through his mind when he saw the beautiful 7-year-old 
girl half kneeling on the bed wearing a home stripper's 
outfit, simply smothered in the disgusting, viscous 
pearlescent fluid that was oozing down her body like 
stalactites while she was stuttering and bawling and he 
could tell that her beautiful face was in anguish even 
though her finer details were coated in a veil of cum.

Mohique breathed in and out deeply before he spoke. 
"Why are you crying Ryanne?" She made no meaningful 
response but just lurched her chest and shoulders as 
she struggled to voice her words but was simply 
overwhelmed by the motions of her own tearful 
blubbering. 

She didn't really have an answer to his question though 
so she just hiccupped and spluttered along, not being 
able to think of anything past one word as she 
continued to cry. However her crying did have a clear 
purpose now, by showing him in the most delicious way 
how scared she was that her lack of an answer would 
make him angry.

Having gotten plenty of stimulation from watching his 
sweet meat little captive, he looked back down at his 
swollen, yet flaccid lump of rotten sausage that was 
still fully protruding out of his pants like a sore 
thumb and still glazed in sexual juices. His coarse 
black pubic bush sprung around it like a noxious weed 
to emphasize just how plain ugly his package was. 

"Heh-heh." He sniggered when he figured out for himself 
why the little girl was crying and he felt mighty proud 
that the slime of subjugation that she kept clinging to 
her own skin was his stamp of dominance and superiority 
over her that sprung right from his very own ugly 
package dangling grotesquely on the edge of the bed. 
"The power of cock." He mused. 

"Ryanne! I want you to make good use of that special 
gift of man cream that I've given you. Get up and stand 
in front of me here and I want you to get all of the 
cum that's on your face and hands and anywhere else 
it's on you and I want you to rub it over your belly 
and on your sides near your tummy. Do you understand 
me?"

She nodded assertively as she started to get her crying 
under control, which had now subsided into bouts of 
shaky whimpers. She became more relaxed when she was 
given some clear direction by him of what he wanted of 
her next and she was relieved that he wasn't getting 
angry at her just yet. When she nodded it was funny to 
see the lengthening gobs of cum drops that clung to her 
face jiggle around like an albino turkey.  

Ryanne slowly shifted herself up off the bed to walk 
over to the spot in front of him that he had shown her. 
It was very cool and very hot at the same time to watch 
the sweet preteen in her super high cut-off T, sexy lil 
girl exposed belly and extreme pedo tiny tot black g-
string shuffling along and leaning her cum-dripping 
face over her cupped, watery-cum filled hands to make 
sure she didn't spill any and that she still had all of 
the foul fluid on her to show Mohique. 

Mohique rested his chin in his hands and stalked her 
with his gaze in a lewd, voyeuristic posture. He cocked 
his head at her in acknowledgement when she was in 
position, about two feet directly in front of where he 
was sitting. 

Ryanne looked back at him nervously. Her eyes glanced 
upwards in cautious submission. He was sitting down, 
but he was a massive man and no matter what, she felt 
so small and frightened whenever she had a fresh look 
at him. She brought her cupped hands that had been so 
nurturing in cradling the pool of opaque cum, against 
the silky smoothness of her naked skin so that her thin 
wrists touched just below where her cut-off T started 
and her flesh began, right below her baby breasts. 

In a gradual effort she tilted her hands vertically, so 
her palms touched against the slight puffs of her chest 
while the semen dribbled down her delightful panel-flat 
belly. She tensed and shivered a bit as she felt the 
cooled ooze tickle against her flawless, sensitive 
skin. She next smoothed her hands quite rapidly down 
and around her tummy and rubbed herself all around like 
she was oiling her body for a tan. It was fucking hot 
to watch her spread and glistening cum coated little 
fingers erotically sliding around her body. 

By now most of the cum that had been blasted onto her 
face had gravitized downward, leaving a clear film of 
prick grease over most of her face while blobs of cum 
had accumulated around her lips and chin or curled 
under her chin to dribble down her neck. 

Once she had smoothed out and rubbed enough of the cum 
from her hands onto her belly, she hastily clawed at 
her face to gather up more cum to use before wasting 
any by dripping it on the floor. Her very pretty little 
face was soon clearing up, leaving behind a greasy 
sheen, while around her tummy and the exposed sides of 
her body she continued to apply and rub more gunk over 
herself in a hot lube dance. 

It didn't take long before most of the cum was drying 
up, leaving telling, white crusty stains all over the 
small area of exposed skin her tiny body had. And with 
that too came the repugnant musk of dried cum that she 
began to feel overwhelming her like she was breathing 
in the fumes of a gas stove. Worst for her it was 
inescapable and she couldn't even bear to bring her own 
hands near her face because they smelt so strongly of 
male seed. 

Mohique was speechless throughout the ultimately 
captivating show. There was no need for him to say 
anything. It was just an incredible thing to watch a 7-
year-old girl smear copious amounts of cum all over 
herself and to let nature take its course in arousing 
another brutal raging hard-on. "You're so hot Ryanne 
little baby. So hot... You're such a good girl knowing 
what to do. You're a natural slut. See how good you 
are, he's already halfway there again. Come here and 
bring him back to life again with your mouth sweetie."

She felt dread creeping through her once more. It was 
as if her conscious mind had left her when it realized 
after everything that she had done already, the 
ruthless cock still needed more of her to feed on. 

She felt as if it would never end and her heart was 
filled with despair. This night had gone on for so long 
already and since it wasn't over she also felt as if 
she would be trapped in this moment forever. Something 
Mohique would sure appreciate.

With her arms dead at her sides, she started to 
listlessly walk towards him. Her eyes had focused on 
his revolting meaty package that she could see 
expanding before her very eyes like something was 
inflating it. It looked even more sinister in the 
shadowy blue darkness of the room. 

When she got to him, he grabbed hold of both of her 
thin arms, one in each hand, by her biceps. She 
squirmed in a futile panic at first, scared of what he 
would do with his strength on her. His powerful grip 
easily encircled the whole of her arms and she could 
feel how strong he was and how dominatingly he 
possessed her now. He could easily crush her to the 
bone or toss her anywhere he wished.

"Pl-leeease don't hurt me Mister Mow-heek... I'm going 
to suck on your cock again like you told me to." To 
hear a 7-year-old girl say those words in her 
traumatized little 7-year-old voice was just unreal. 

He used her arms as levers and pulled them down, which 
brought her upper body and head down into perfect 
position. "Suck it slut. Take the lot in your mouth and 
I want to watch it grow out of your mouth whore." He 
squeezed her arms hard for good measure. 

"Ow! Owww..." She yelped in pain and tossed her head 
back. Surely he had bruised her. She looked at him 
pleadingly. "Mi... Mister Mow-heek. Pl... pleeease 
don't hurt me. I'm going to do what you want. I will 
give you another baby blowjob if... if that's what you 
want..." 

"Yes, that's a good idea Ryanne. You can start with 
that and lets just see how big and hard you can get 
it." 

"Y...yess... ok..." 

Mohique watched in blissful glee as the hot preteen 
slut 7-year-old little girl opened her mouth wide as if 
to accept a big spoonful of food, but all she got was 
COCK! His semi erect phallus regained a life of its own 
as she tenderly took it inside of her mouth, stuffing 
as much as she could of it in until her little button 
nose was rubbing in his stiff black pubes.

Very soon she was on the retreat as the cock stiffened 
and lengthened as she slid her mouth backwards along 
the shaft with her lips ringing a juicy seal around it 
until she popped off the ridge of the head with a wet 
kiss. 

The 8 incher was back so soon. She was a good girl, 
good at being a fucking worthless baby whore!

Continued in part 4...

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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