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(Ff, ped, nc, rp) *** Part II The euphoria after I got back home from London lasted for weeks; I endlessly relived my total domination of the little homeless girl while frigging myself virtually senseless. The feeling of having total control over her young body for a whole night kept sending tingles straight to my pussy; it was a feeling I knew I wanted to experience again and again. True, I'd been unable to indulge my favourite fantasy of hearing her screams but I knew that playing it safe was the best option; but at the same time I knew I desperately wanted to get a girl in a place where I could really do everything I wanted to and to really hear her scream. This thought was starting to really get to me, and I started to spend a lot of time thinking of how I could make it happen. As it happened the whole thing was taken out of my hands over a 2-month period which, looking back now, not only completed my descent into depravity (if such a thing was possible) but was the definitive moment when I became the woman I am today; it was a period when I went from a new sexual awakening, through sheer lust and sheer terror to my ultimate fantasy fulfilment. Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself here. What I really needed to do after I got back from London was talk to someone about my assault on little Emma, not to confess to any wrong-doing or rubbish like that – I'd liked what I'd done to her – but to see how my experience could be taken further. Ideally I'd have liked to talk to Amanda but I found out that at very short notice she'd taken a job as a nanny in America (much later she told me in great detail how she'd corrupted the girls in her charge), so I was left pretty much isolated. Sure there was Ruth who was on the same wavelength, but I didn't really feel close enough to her to open up to her about my rapidly growing dark-side, besides only Amanda had her phone number and in those pre-mobile days there was no way to get hold of her at short notice. As the distance from my London trip lengthened I began to feel more and more alone and it began to depress me; I wasn't at that point mentally strong enough to be able to cope with the feeling that I was that different from other lesbians. So in a real gloom I went to the lesbian club on a Friday night simply to drink myself into oblivion; I knew that I was no longer really interested in 'normal' lesbian sex so I made no attempt to chat-up any of the women there, nor did I let myself get chatted up. I smiled and made small talk with the women I knew but that was as far as my interaction went, until suddenly someone tapped me on the shoulder. "Hi Suzy, God I've been looking for you everywhere, where have you been?" It was Ruth, and her obviously unfeigned pleasure at meeting me again lifted my spirits immediately, but before I could give her any sort of update she ploughed straight on with her side of the conversation. "Did you hear about Amanda? Lucky her getting to grips with those really young American girls." At the time I totally failed to notice the way she emphasised the youth of the girls in Amanda's care, but now I see she was preparing me for later. Ruth took my arm and dragged me to a darkened corner of the bar and her voice dropped from the affected tone she normally used to a much more business-like whisper. "Suzy, are you still interested in the girls at the Council Home?" Stupid question, I thought, might as well ask an alcoholic of they were still interested in a shot of whisky, so I made no attempt to be coy. "Hell yes, lead me to them." "Glad you said that, I have been trying to find you for a while as I've got a special thing at the Home now but I've needed another person for it." I was intrigued now. "Why?" "They're a pair of identical twins and they're gorgeous, and I wanted to make it a foursome with them." I felt my recent gloom evaporate like mist on a summer's day; I could feel a thrill run through me just from Ruth's description. "Wow, can we go now?" "Give it an hour or so, let the little angels get to sleep; their reactions are so much sexier when they're suddenly woken up for our fun. Want a drink?" I felt slightly giddy with excitement now and as Ruth returned with the glasses of wine I completely missed the significance of what she said as she sat down. "They're a bit younger than what you're used to, but they are a sexy as hell." "No problem," I grinned my best wicked grin, "I'm as horny as fuck just from what you've said." I gulped my wine in a vain attempt to hide my mounting excitement which Ruth found funny, I just shrugged; in a short while I'd once again be getting my hands on a pretty and terrified teenager, and I could hardly wait. We chatted pointlessly for an hour or so, made various bitchy comments about some of the women in the bar, anything to pass the time; Ruth seemed slightly nervous about something but I just put it down to excitement about the foursome with a pair of identical twins. Finally Ruth decided that the girls should be sound asleep and led the way from the club to her car for the short journey to the Council Home, once there she took me to the side door of her apartment and up the stairs to her lounge; the same one where I'd had my first taste of lesbian underage rape. "Just go through to the bedroom, while I go and get them." Ruth told me as casually as if she was just going to make a cup of coffee and as she went out of one door I went through another. Her bedroom was a pretty large room it had to be said, and her bed was suspiciously large for a single woman but I doubt she was alone in it very often. I sat on the bed and waited for her to return. Although I didn't think of it at the time nowadays I like to imagine the terror of the girls in the Home as they'd hear their door opening in the middle of the night, or the relief when they heard someone else's door being opened. Would they have heard Ruth's heels clacking on the cold stone floor of the corridor? Or would the rattle of the key in the lock be the first warning of what terrors were to come? Of course, all the girls had suffered in their lives before they were taken into care, most came from shattered homes or extreme poverty, but we didn't care about that; they simply existed to be abused for our pleasure. I was smiling inwardly at this thought (without following it through to its logical conclusion that every girl in the Home was there for us no matter what her age), when Ruth returned with the nights' entertainment. Grinning wickedly, Ruth lead in 2 girls by their hands who were (as she'd said) identical twins – they were even dressed identically in blue cotton nighties that reached to just above their knees, and they looked very scared – what she hadn't told me that they were so young. I could feel my face drop in shock; what the hell had made Ruth think I'd be interested in kids? And I almost involuntarily half-rose from the bed in uncertainty, Ruth sensed my turmoil as her eyes silently blazed a "don't fuck this up" warning at me. I sat back down again and tried rapidly to think of how I could extricate myself from this situation. But already at the back of my mind I could feel a dark voice starting to make itself heard. Ruth broke the awkward silence by proceeding as if the whole situation was the most normal thing in the world. "Suzy, these 2 little darlings are Claire and Julia." She indicated each one as she said their names but I was a bit too shocked to take in which was which, and in truth it didn't really matter. "And this is my friend Suzy, and tonight girls, you are going to do whatever we tell you to, is that understood?" The 2 girls showed understandable confusion and fear at this point and said nothing so Ruth gave their hands a sharp squeeze and their faces contorted in pain as the both gave a small squeal. This reaction connected the new voice at the back of my head to my pussy, and my bogus moral outrage about molesting 2 girls under 10 started to vanish. "Please, Miss." One of the girls cried out in a small falsetto voice "Don't hurt us." Ruth's voice dropped an octave in tone, and several hundred degrees in temperature, "Well just do what we want, and you'll be alright then." "But what do you want us to do?" Ruth paused for a moment, then half chuckled. "Well, let's just call it Mummies and Daddies." "But who are the Dadd..." was all the girl could say before Ruth crushed and twisted her hand again making her shriek in agony and sag at the knees Ruth's voice dropped another notch "Now go and talk to Suzy" and with her hand she hurled the girl towards me, the child stopped about a yard from me but I leant forward and put my arms out to her. Her reaction, like mine, was almost instinctive; I reached out to someone in distress and she reached out to what she thought was safety, but it was also exactly like a spider ensnaring it's prey and the false honey words I poured in her ear as I pulled her close to me were like a spider spinning a web around the fly. Her smallness as I crushed her to me; her passivity as I slipped my right leg around her and the way she tensed in fear as I held her tightly and whispered words of reassurance while at the same time kissing her hair and ear finally unleashed the Dark Voice inside of me and I knew as I held the helpless little girl in my arms and between my legs that it wasn't the age of my victims that mattered it was their sheer helplessness – and the fact they knew they were helpless - that was the biggest turn on. As I hugged my girl I saw Ruth pushing hers towards the bed, one hand on the girls neck and the other pressing against the girl's bottom.. I ran my hands over my girl's body as my lust started up, her body (even through her nightie) was thin, but firm and the feel of her bones under her skin was arousing in a way I'd never have thought possible, I spread my legs slightly and eased her up onto my thigh and lifted her face with my fingers. Her face was pretty sure enough, but it was also the 'cuteness' of her features; how small her nose was, her small her eyes were and her mouth was so small that I knew that I would smother it with mine. "Kiss me," I whispered and tried to bring her chin forward with my fingers but she held back and twisted away, Annoyed, I whipped my hand from under her face and gripped the back of her head and brought her face back close to mine; I wrapped my legs around her again to keep her in place as our eyes met- mine fierce with dominance and sexual aggression, hers with fear and resignation. "Kiss me, little slut," I hissed, our lips so close that her nose wrinkled slightly as my hot breath hit it. At the same time I slipped my left arm down the outside of her leg and began inching her nightie up her thigh bit by bit. I lowered my lips onto hers and had a weird experience as her small lips only met about half of my mouth and my tongue almost filled her mouth as I pushed it in. She broke away almost sobbing "Please Miss, I don't want to", she tried to squirm free from my grasp but she had no chance of escape. I slapped her face in case she became too hysterical and glanced worriedly at Ruth. She had her girl face down on the bed, holding her neck with one hand while her other was under the girl's nightie clearly fingering her pussy; the girl was crying and wailing into the bed covers. She glanced up at me, saw my worried look and winked. Hauling the girl up by her hair she yanked her to her feet and then grabbed my girl by the hair and pulled her from me at the same time. "Right, you little swine," she hissed at them in a genuinely frightening manner. "You are going to do everything me and Suzy want you too, or else you are going to be in so much trouble round here. Do I make myself clear? Do I?" This last question was spat right into the girl's faces as her hands knotted their hair and both girls nodded their fearful agreement, but Ruth wasn't finished yet. "You are very bad girls for disobeying me like that, and bad girls get punished. Take your nighties off." She shook the girl's heads as she shouted the last bit before letting them go. Shaken and shocked into submission the girls stumbled slightly as Ruth released her iron grip on their hair and they looked bewildered at each other before Ruth took a half-step towards them and they hurriedly started to pull their nighties over their heads. Immediately my lustful gaze was drawn to the girl's pussies, they were totally bald (don't forget this was back in the early 80's when no-one seemed to shave 'down there.), yes, I knew that girls as young as they were should be bald but it was the 'shock' of seeing a hairless pussy with the little puffy lips almost standing proud that made me as horny as hell. The girls stood uneasily in front of us, their hands moving hesitantly up and down their bodies trying fruitlessly to hide themselves from our predatory gaze. Both girls' faces were streaked with tears now, which was not surprising given that inside 45 minutes their whole world had been shattered into a million pieces and that was from when they were at such a low point in the first place. I wonder now what happened to Claire and Julia in later life; I know from what Ruth told me some years later that she and her friends continued to abuse them for many years afterwards. Were they so conditioned into becoming lesbian sex slaves that they simply couldn't function in the real world and so disappeared voluntarily into the dark underground of lesbian domination? Ruth never really clarified their final fate for me, but knowing her as intimately as I do, and knowing the contacts she had in the UK sex industry I'm fairly sure the girls were smuggled against their will into the chain of lesbian slavery once they reached the age at which the State loses interest in its charges. That chain works like a food chain; some mistresses like very young girls, others prefer teenage girls, others prefer young women and so on, the mistresses of the young girls sell their slaves on when they reach an age they are no longer interested in and each subsequent mistress passes her property to a new owner. Obviously the mistresses further up the chain get property that has had several previous lady owners, but the advantage for them is that their property is totally conditioned into being a lesbian sex slave. I know that 2 identical twin lesbian sex slaves, conditioned from an early age to be the sexual playthings of other women would be much sought after, and so I do believe that even now Claire and Julia are still kept in a life of sexual servitude with no real hope of release. How much damage the intervening years of slavery have done to their minds and bodies I can't imagine, but I wish I'd been there to see every day of it. But at the time all I wondered was exactly how depraved Ruth and I were going to be. The twins stood totally naked in front of us and I think all of us were expecting Ruth to take the lead and she did. "Bad girls get punished" she snarled at the pair. She sat down on the bed before finishing her sentence; "Lie over our laps, now" All Ruth had to do now to impose her will on these children was to glare at them and after one second of confusion when neither girl was sure which of us to go to they dutifully lined up beside us. Just as my girl was about to lean over my lap I called a halt, Ruth looked shocked and angry for a second until I explained it was just so I could undress; if this gorgeous little thing was going over my lap I wanted it to be over my bare flesh I very rapidly started to undress throwing my clothes anywhere in the room, but as I slipped my knickers down and off I put them on the bed for later, Then I sat down again and patted my lap as an invitation for the girl to lay over it. She seemed reluctant but I grabbed her arm and pulled her down which made her squeal in fear. Ruth's girl wasn't as defiant as mine and lay herself of Ruth's lap; perhaps the fact that Ruth was still fully clothed made her ordeal seem less scary. Ruth had positioned us brilliantly; the girls faces were only inches apart and we lifted their heads by their auburn hair so they could see the fear in each other's eyes. I gazed down at the girl lying over my lap and stroked my hand lazily down the back of her thin thighs, then I slipped my hand onto the inside of her legs and ran it up towards her pussy. As my fingers brushed against her hairless lips she jumped and squirmed to try and escape my fingertips which were pressing between the small, puffy lips of her pussy. Angry at this I pulled my hand back and up and started to spank her. "You are still being a naughty girl," I panted, each word punctuated by a painful slap. She was squirming and wriggling much more than I'd anticipated and I had to twist her arm behind her back with my free hand to keep her still. Ruth was doing the same to her girl who was wailing and sobbing, her face streaked with tears and contorted in pain. I was determined to get the same reaction from my girl and increased the severity of my slaps; the original pale skin of the girl's bottom was now a vivid red hue. Finally my hand itself started to sting (but not as badly as my girl's bottom must have been) but while she was in such a gorgeously vulnerable position I wasn't going to let her go just yet. I rested my hand on her bottom cheeks which felt as hot as they looked, then moved it down to between her thighs; it was deliciously easy to push them apart and to press my fingers against her bald, little pussy. The lips yielded quickly as I pushed two of my fingertips inside. Letting go of her arm I grabbed he hair and pulled her head back "Do you like my fingers in your pussy?" I asked in a breathless voice. "Please miss, please stop!" She sobbed through gritted teeth "Please miss, please don't touch me there." The girl's complete innocence coupled with the fact that she had absolutely no chance of stopping me and the sheer sexual thrill of finally getting to spank a young girl's backside had all combined to set my pussy on fire and I could feel my pussy hair becoming very sticky with my juices. "Stop? You're here to do whatever we want and you can't stop us." I pushed one finger further inside her, the sheer tightness of her small pussy was astonishing and I realised I could actually do real damage to her if I was too extreme; but I wasn't going to let her know that I still had some boundaries. "Do you like my finger inside you? Does it feel good?" "Please miss, I don't like it" She squealed pointlessly – as if I was going to stop now? I looked over at Ruth, but she was now locked in her own world and had her girl kissing her breasts with her small mouth. I wanted some of that sort of action and pushed my girl onto the floor. As she struggled onto all fours I spread my legs and, grabbing her hair pulled her up onto her knees between my legs. I pressed her face against my thigh. "Kiss it" I urged, and twisted her hair to get her agreement. She screamed slightly as I pressed her mouth onto my flesh (which muffled her cries) and then began to press her lips against my legs in little, almost butterfly type, kisses. It felt so bloody horny that I couldn't stop myself playing with my breasts as I slowly moved her face up towards my pussy. As I got her face in front of my pussy, which was actually oozing slightly, I felt her stiffen and try to recoil, but what could the slightly built child do so stop me? And I pulled her face into my sticky pussy. "Please Miss, please don't make me!" she tried to say before I felt her face make contact with my crotch. "Just kiss it little one," I purred and as I felt her lips press against my lips I squirmed orgasmically. She was trying to keep contact between us to a minimum and her kiss could best be described as a peck but it was more than enough for me as I pushed my hips forward against her pinned face. Of course her mouth had to open at some point and as I felt her tiny mouth spread against my pussy lips I came at once. It felt like a torrent and I held her struggling head in place as I ground my creaming pussy against her it. "Oh God, oh God, aaahhhh!" I gasped as I felt her mouth trying and failing to stop my juices seep into it. I clamped my thighs hard around her small face and twisted so that she was forced into my pussy. It was the greatest orgasm of my life so far – even better than the girl in London – I actually thought I might pass out as a I let go of the girl's hair because my thighs were holding her in place now and stretched out on Ruth's bed. After a few seconds my girl started to make choking and gagging noises and I realised she was actually suffocating (or drowning; didn't really matter which.). I opened my legs and the little girl collapsed, sobbing and gasping onto the floor. She writhed there for a second or too as she coughed and wretched; her tiny frame wracked with coughs and her face red and glistening. And my pussy felt like it was squeezing pumpkin seeds. Looking back now I think that was the first time I really wanted to take the rape and abuse even further, into deeper, far darker territory; I knew that at that moment I had the power of life and death over the girl and although that vision took a long time to crystallise into the form it later took this was the moment the seed was planted. At the time though I just wanted her tongue on me again, and my fingers inside her so, reaching down, I slid my arms under her shoulders and hauled her onto my knee - she was so light it really was as effortless as it sounds. She shook in apprehension and cruelly I played the benevolent Mother figure, gently stroking her hair with one hand and stroking the outside of her leg and cooing soothing words into her ear. But even as I was doing this I was gently pushing her face towards my breasts and my other hand was slipping in between her legs, my spreading fingers forcing her legs apart slightly before opening her now puffy, abused pussy lips and pushing my fingertips inside. She screamed again but now I twisted the fingers of my other hand in her hair and pressed her face onto my left breast and moved my body slightly so that my nipple slipped into her mouth. "Suck it, suck it you little slut." I hissed, though more in a mood of extreme pleasure than anger, and a few more tugs on her hair resulted in the terrified child indeed starting to suckle like a baby on my bullet-hard nipple. I started to frig her young, tight pussy; not for her pleasure but strictly for mine. I wanted to own, to dominate and abuse this girl; above all I wanted to inflict pain on her. She squirmed in my lap as I assaulted her body, but was totally unable to escape my perverted desires. I glanced at Ruth who was holding her twin's hand against her pussy and forcing her to masturbate her, her other arm was wrapped around the girl's shoulders and she was French kissing her fiercely. Our eyes met and we nodded in contented agreement: that it simply didn't get any better than this. I moved my girl's mouth from one breast to another, relishing how easy it was to manoeuvre her almost like a rag-doll. I pressed two of my fingers in as hard and deep as I could inside her pussy and felt my own ooze with pleasure as she squealed and screamed against the flesh of my breast. I let her fall sideways and backwards onto the bed and smoothly straddled her very slim body so my wet pussy was pressed against her flat stomach. Holding her hands beside her head I lowered my face towards hers. Her face was a study of terror and suffering, her red and swollen eyes were filled with tears and the tracks of those tears was easily traced down her face towards her small mouth which now glistened in a hugely erotic mix of her tears and saliva, and my love juices. I lowered my face very, very close to hers, loving not only the fear in her eyes and the small, almost, mewling noises that she was making, but also the feel of her young, immature body under mine; the way my full breasts squashed against her tiny mounds – if I jiggled the right way I could move my erect nipples against tiny little bullets – and also the feeling of my wet pussy rubbing against her flat stomach, bony hips and her bald pussy. I pushed my tongue out and ran it over her lips and chin, the mix of salty tears and my juices were a deliciously sweet combination and I licked her mouth and chin dry before forcing my tongue between her lips and pressing my mouth onto hers. I kissed her deeply and could feel her panicky attempts to breathe through her tiny little button nose; her mounting panic as she struggled to breathe under my assault increased the wetness of my pussy against her hips. I let go of her left arm to move my hand onto her small, pre-pubescent breast; my palm easily covered its fleshiness and I could feel her small nipple pressing against my hand. As I continued to rape her mouth with my tongue I dug my nails into her small breast just enough to force a muffled scream and body-jerk from her, but not enough to break her skin; I controlled my lust just enough to realise that scars like that could be awkward for Ruth to explain away. But her little, fleshy mound was so beautiful to my touch simply because it was neither one thing nor the other; it wasn't the flat chest of a really small child, nor was it the fully developed, firm breast of an older girl or woman. It yielded to my touch, but still had the hard flesh underneath it to make squeezing it a pleasure; I knew I would have to abuse her breasts with my mouth. I broke our kiss and as I did so I glanced to my right and saw Ruth in a similar position to me but she was humping her girl's slim thigh with her pussy as she forced her tongue down her victim's throat. She was clearly very nearly coming as her grinding movements were becoming faster and faster and her kissing of her girl was becoming more frenzied. The only metaphor I've ever been able to come up with for that moment of realisation was like playing a Fruit-Machine and watching as the three reels drop into place for the Jackpot; watching Ruth's naked, mature body physically exploit a younger female, the way her fully formed hips, thighs and breasts slammed against a terrified young girl who was totally at her mercy and had no means of escape made me realise that this was the biggest sexual thrill I could ever experience, and that it was the only one I would ever want. Dragging my attention back to my girl I dropped my lips onto her breast and stabbed my tongue onto her small nipple, slowly I gripped my teeth onto her small pellet and twisted and pulled it upwards. She screamed so much that I had to smother her mouth with my hand, of course I accidentally covered her nose too and as she struggled for breath as I continued to abuse her small breast I felt an increased sexual thrill. Very dark seeds were being planted in my sexual psyche. I lifted my body from hers in a sort of arch so I could start to finger her pussy while I kept my teeth and lips busy on her small breasts and also straddled her thigh with my legs so I could bring myself off against her leg as Ruth was doing to her sister. Suddenly it all became too much and I knew I was about to orgasm big time, I swiftly moved over her small, bony body and knelt on her shoulders, rapidly nestling my thighs either side of her terrified face. Gripping her hair I pulled her mouth rapidly onto my quivering pussy and arched backwards as I felt her lips and the tip of her tongue, groping for my breast with my other hand as – and there is no other way to describe it – everything swept over me – the sheer sexual thrill of Ruth and I abusing and raping identical twins, the sheer perversity of the whole situation and the realisation that this, raping underage girls was the greatest sexual kick I could ever have. I actually orgasmed so hard that I passed out, I know that phrase is used alot but I swear it's true on this occasion, only for a few seconds to be honest but I did blank out as my juices flooded the mouth of the little girl held fast between my thighs because the next thing I knew I was slightly slumped to one side of her head, my grip on her face loosened as she was coughing, spluttering and trying to spit my sticky love juices out of her mouth. I knew I was temporarily shattered but also knew this evening wasn't over yet so I moved off my girl completely and stretched out next to her, turning her on her side away from me so that she could watch Ruth as she continued to French kiss her sister, her hands gripping either side of the girl's face as she clenched her older, more rounded legs around the child's slim thigh. A few gratuitous pelvic thrusts spaced about 5 seconds apart proved her total domination of her property. I could see that Ruth was in the same sort of sexual high as I was but I had a very wicked idea and leant over to tap her on the shoulder. She turned to look at me in some surprise, so I told her my suggestion. "Ruthy, maybe we've been a bit harsh on our little sweethearts; perhaps they'd like to fuck with someone of their own age?" Ruth's face came alive as my idea sunk in and she rolled off her girl so she was lying behind her. Now we were both on the same 'wave-length' we moved our terrified victims towards each other so that their faces were almost touching. "Ok, little ones," Ruth purred as if this was as normal as ordering a pizza, "Start to kiss." With that we pushed their faces together with one hand, while (copying Ruth's lead) our other hands pushed between their legs and started to abuse their pussies yet again, while at the same time grinding our pussies against their bottoms thus keeping them in their kissing position. Not that they were really kissing though; their mouths were pressed together, their eyes screwed shut in both pain and humiliation and it was only our hands on the back of their heads that kept their mouth's together. But I simply couldn't have cared less about what they were thinking; I was sliding one finger deeper and deeper into my girl's tight little pussy as I gyrated my own (soaking) pussy against her small backside. I glanced at Ruth who was doing exactly the same thing to her toy; her body was fuller than mine and the contrast between her curves and her toy's almost angular body was striking. She had managed to work 2 fingers inside her girl and was frigging her pretty roughly as she buried her face in the girl's hair; I guessed she was pretty near coming as was I. Again I felt an almost irresistible urge to inflict pain on the girl I was abusing and bit my teeth into her shoulder – not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to leave a deep, blue impression. Of course she screamed as best she could although her face was held tightly against her sisters, and as she writhed in pain I could feel her pussy moving around my finger; it was absolute sexual heaven, and I came again with my pussy smearing it's juices against her thin bottom. As I came down (no pun intended) I relaxed completely and so allowed my girl to squirm away from her proximity to her sister (but only so that she pressed back against me which was an added thrill). Now I hugged her close to me, my hands roaming at will over her small, naked body; pinching and squeezing her flesh not only just to hear her frightened, pain- filled whimpers, but also because it made her writhe so erotically against me. In only a few minutes I found out just how to loosen my grip on her enough to let her body move against mine, but also so that she was still tightly in my grasp. I struggled to my knees slowly and clumsily as I kept the child in my arms as I did so, and spread my thighs and pulled her to me so her bottom was pressing against my crotch. I slipped one arm up so it lay across her throat and pressed my other hand against her pussy; I wanted to match Ruth's feat of getting 2 fingers inside her twin and very roughly forced 2 fingertips between my girl's abused pussy lips. Naturally she arched backwards and upwards and tried to scream but my arm across her throat tightened and she only managed a strangled, little croak. "Shut up, you little bitch, you promised to let me do what I want." I hissed into her ear, emphasising each word with a stab of my fingers into her twat. "You'll learn to like it eventually, and believe me this won't be the last time you'll feel a woman's fingers inside you." My mouth was now pressed against her ear as I finished my sentence and again, in a deliberate attempt to inflict pain, I clenched her tiny ear between my teeth and shook it like a terrier. I wanted so desperately to inflict pain on her until her screams shattered my ears but knew that this wasn't the situation to do this. Nevertheless, Ruth heard my girl's strangled chokes and screams and lifted her face from between the sisters' thighs to flash me a worried glance; I winked at her as if to say "Relax, just having fun, no harm will be done.", and reassured that her precious charges weren't being physically marked she buried her face once more in an girl's hairless pussy. I whipped my fingers out of her pussy and, quick as a flash, turned the girl around so her face was pressed against my breast. "Open your mouth wide." I soothed at her, trying to sound all maternal, but to my surprise she kept her mouth tightly closed. Time to break the little bitch, once and for all I thought. Like lightening, I jerked her head up by her hair with one hand and slapped it viciously with the other. "Listen, you little tart," I screamed at her, my face barely inches from hers. "You do exactly what I tell you to do, when I tell you to do it." I slapped her face again. "Understand?" She nodded a very frightened, very intimidated agreement, but I wasn't finished quite yet (the slaps on her face had connected with my pussy of course.) "So when I tell you to suck my tits, you'd better fucking well suck them, you are nothing anymore, just a toy that women like me are going to play with when we like, so the sooner you accept that the better." I gave her one more, lighter, slap across her cheek which was now almost vivid purple. At the same time, her sister screamed in agony as Ruth's fingernails dug into her breast while the woman who was supposed to be their guardian at this place abused her bald pussy with her tongue and lips. This gave me an idea. "Besides," I said to my little pet, in a calm, measured tone, "if you don't do as I tell you, we can always hurt your sister. And that will be your fault, so be a good little slut and do what I tell you. Now kiss my tits." I forced her face, with her mouth wide open onto my breast and my eyes flickered with orgasmic delight as I felt her small lips on my flesh. "Lick it, little one." I softly urged and at once her tongue started to stroke over my breast. I moved her face over my whole breast so her wet tongue trailed over it, I jerked her head rapidly up and down on my nipple so the tiny tip of her small tongue stabbed deliciously at my nipple. The girl's gurgling as she struggled to cope with the saliva her mouth was producing was almost as erotic as the choking noises she'd been making earlier. I pulled at my other breast with my spare hand, just to do something to release some of the huge sexual tension that was within me; something absolutely massive was brewing inside my pussy and my body felt like it was tingling all over. I dragged her face down to my stomach and leant backwards on the bed, sliding my lower legs from under me so I was lying almost flat and allowing my girl to move slightly away from me so that as I moved her face onto my pussy she wasn't so bent double. As her reluctant face was rubbed against my (now very sensitive) pussy lips I started moaning in a series of low, almost guttural grunts, although I still managed to issue instructions to my little rag doll. "Kiss it, kiss it, stick your tongue in. Do it you little bitch." I twisted her hair again and rammed her sobbing face into my soaking wet pussy; my lips were so lubricated that her entire small mouth actually slipped between them at first; I gyrated my pelvis against her face and felt her chin, lips and nose all rub over my pussy and even brush against my clit. I know it's a clichι but there is no other way to describe what happened next; first my pussy, then my entire body felt like it exploded. Almost instinctively, I clamped my thighs around the girl's head and arched backwards my hands losing contact with her and clutching at both the air and the covers of Ruth's bed. I clenched my thighs around the girl so tightly that she literally couldn't move a centimetre and I felt the rest of her body start to panic out of fear of suffocation. Then it happened. I came but it wasn't just an orgasm (enormous though it was) I lost control of my bladder too as I filled her small, trapped mouth and some urine mixed with my cum juices and I felt it's hot, stickiness spreading from her face and mouth that she was desperately trying to close to the inside of my thighs from where it spread downwards onto Ruth's bed. For a second or two I think I did really black out (and looking back that was probably just as well as it did save the girl from probably being asphyxiated by my pussy) because the next thing I remembered was hearing the girl coughing and retching between my now spread legs. As if in a dream I looked at her face, reddened by her coughing, streaked with her tears, smeared with my juices and urine and aged a lifetime in only a couple of hours. She had what's called a thousand yard stare as she stared blankly and emotionless beyond me. But I simply didn't care; I let my head drop back onto the bed and rubbed my thighs against her body to try and dissipate some of the rapidly cooling cum and urine off me. I think I may have blacked out again as the next thing I remember was looking up as a Ruth now clad in a bath-robe was taking my girl from between my legs and winking at me as she told both sisters to get dressed and then led them back to their room. I rolled onto my side, a huge, warm wave of post- coitus warmth providing all the blankets and pillows I could ask for. I felt a damp patch beneath my legs but was too far gone to really care. My pussy was still so sensitive it actually hurt to caress it with my fingers as I normally liked to do after sex. Next thing I knew was looking up at Ruth smiling down at me as she shook me awake. "Wow, Suzy, you enjoyed that little thing, didn't you?" She chuckled. "God, Ruth." I mumbled as I woke "That was the most intense sex I've ever had." I sat up and realised how damp I'd made Ruth's bed. " Umm, I think I may have made a bit of a mess on your covers." I mumbled embarrassed. Ruth looked down, and then smiled. "Don't worry about that; this bed's seen worse than that in its life. But wasn't that just so fucking intense?" It was clear that she was on as much of a sexual high as I was. "Watching you abuse your little tart really got me going on mine." She paused for a second and ran her hand through her hair. "Shit, Suzy, I'd love it if you came to work here; I could guarantee you a job and imagine the fun we could have with the little ones." I sensed she was serious, but I was equally serious in my reply. "It would be no good, Ruth, I don't think I have the control you have, I'd be wanting to abuse them every single minute of the day." Her face dropped and I realised I may have sent the wrong message, and hurriedly back-tracked. "Oh Ruth, please don't think me ungrateful, tonight was probably the greatest sex of my life and I'm really flattered you like me enough to offer me a job," (I didn't tell her I didn't need a job) "but I don't think I'm as restrained as you; I'd be trying to molest the little sluts all the time, but you're much more in control." "You think you're that bad?" She asked, seemingly genuinely curious but at the same time knowing. "I know I'm that bad" I tried to laugh it off, but I didn't dare tell her of the girl in London, or exactly how badly I wanted to hurt the girl I'd just abused. I'd been dressing during these conversations, but it wasn't like I was storming out or anything, I liked Ruth as a friend and really appreciated how easily she'd accepted me as one of 'her own', so I started to steer the conversation back towards more friendly territory. "Any idea how long Amanda's gone for?" "She reckons about 12 – 18 months" Then she laughed. "Mind you could be a lot longer if she gets caught doing what she told me she's going to do over there." Intrigued, I asked the obvious question about what she had planned. "She's gone to work as a nanny to 2 girls aged 12 and 14." "Bit old to need a nanny aren't they?" I interjected "Well, I say nanny; it's also to teach them how English people behave etcetera" "But Amanda's Welsh." "Yes, but the Yanks don't know the difference. Anyway, Amanda told me she aims to corrupt the 2 girls into her little pets within a month, knowing her she'll probably get the mother as a slave too." I looked at her startled "Could she do that?" Ruth smiled wickedly. "Amanda's the most dominant woman I've ever met; if she says she aims to get the daughters within a month, I'll bet she gets the daughters and the mother in her bed at the same time within 2 weeks." I smiled at Ruth and squeezed her knee. "Good luck to her, it would be so fucking intense to rape a kid in front of their mother, or the other way around. By the way, can I have your phone number? Amanda had it, but is no longer around obviously." "Sure, hon, but only on condition that you give me yours." "It's a deal." I laughed, and so took another step on the road to complete depravity. Ruth yawned and I knew she was wanting to get to sleep (I've long marvelled at how easily she could switch off from abusing girls back to her run-of-the- mill routine, I've always been on a huge high after a 'conquest'.), and I wanted to get away too just to get my thoughts together, so I gave her a quick hug and a kiss. "Can I call a cab?" I asked, suddenly slightly fearful of the fact that my flat was a few miles away across the city. "I'd rather you didn't, Suze, don't really want outside people associating this place with strange people being picked up in the middle of the night, if you know what I mean. Tell you what, I'll run you home." I understood then that Ruth was clearly aware of the dangers she was running because of the abuse she was perpetrating and was reassured that she wasn't going to knowingly endanger anyone involved; the fact that the girls were still able to talk to 'outsiders' did bother me though. But, I reasoned, if Ruth had been getting away with it for as long as she had then the risk was negligible. Even though I knew she was dog-tired and had to be at work in only a few-hours I was grateful for the lift as the streets of a city are very lonely and very scary and very dangerous on your own at night. There was a slightly awkward silence in the car during the short journey through the deserted streets, not because of any tension but simply because I wanted so much to tell Ruth of how much further I wanted to take things; how I really wanted to hurt the girls until they really screamed and to then go on hurting them, about my rape of the homeless girl in London, about how much I was discovering about my truly dark side and how much I was loving it. I was that close to opening up my entire soul to her, but I just couldn't take that last step. She dropped me off and I thanked her profusely again, and she smiled and said how much she'd loved it too (and I knew she meant it), I gave her a peck on the lips and ran to my front door as she drove off. END Hey please give me feedback: anna33bukowsky@gmail.com *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* The author does not condone child abuse, this story is meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in 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 system. *-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-* Kristen's collection - Directory 81