The second hour of Abigail's 2-hour rape in the woods was arguably easier for her than the first. This was because she had begun, if only a small way, to get used to the company of the two strange and scary men. Also, the initial shock of cocks being put in her cunt and mouth had anaesthetized her to some extent. Therefore, she endured the ensuing handling and general fun and games of the two men as a kind of automated shell of the innocent and normal little girl she was a couple of hours ago. They mostly enjoyed her naked little preteen body by sight and touch, 'chatted' to her, and - most important of all - put into the motion their plan to keep her from talking.

"You tell anybody about this, and we WILL find you, and we will be very angry," said Simon. The words seemed tame on the face of it, but their tone wasn't, and Abigail was plenty terrified of him by now. "In fact we will kill you."

By way of further clarification, he used her T-shirt to wrap around her delicate neck and pull it tight. Just enough to cause a little choke and a bit of panic in her eyes. Then he let go. "Just like that," he said.

"However," said Sean, calmly. "If you do nothing, just try and forget about us and get on with your life, tell noone, then that will be the end of it. You won't ever need to see us again."

Tearfully, ashen-faced with her peppering of freckles all but faded, she nodded. "What was that?" demanded Simon.

"Yes," she said. "I won't tell anyone."

"Smart girl," said Sean.

"You know what would be the safest thing to do, don't you?" said Simon to Sean.

"Not necessary," said Sean, tensely. He went on to explain to Abigail: "Also, if you tell, what will happen is you'll be taken away from your parents, and put in a children's home. They'll be sent to prison for negligence, allowing you to walk all that way alone to your swimming. Tut tut."

"Quite apart from that, you'll have endless doctors poking and prodding you there," said Simon, nodding at her crotch which was tentatively holding her hand on front of.

"And up your bumhole," added Sean.

"Tests which hurt," continued Simon. "Not only that, but you'll be standing in front of a courtroom having to explain everything that we did did to you in detail, in front of a large crowd of people."

"Also, everybody at every school you ever go to will know what happened, and what a dirty slutty girl you are. Nobody will want to be your friend."

"So, I don't think you want to tell anybody, do you?" said Simon, flapping the T-shirt menacingly.

"Noo," squeaked Abigail. She had stopped crying, but was trembling steadily.

"That's a good girl." Sean's tone was highly pleasant. "It's just 'sex', that's all. You've learnt about sex, now," He smiled crisply.

"Here," said Simon to her. He advanced on her and she cowered off a little. "It's okayyy. Put this on." He gave her the T-shirt back. She put it on and stood there, naked from the waist.

"Now come here," he told Abigail. He indictated a smooth bit of grass. "Just one more thing to do now. Kneel, face on the ground again..."

Sean filmed, as Simon 'educated' her further with a cautious but 'complete' anal rape. Her squeals were over in less than a minute, and the hardened - and 'hard' - pedophile grunted as his cock spwewed its load inside her narrow rectum. He smoothed his hands all around the two halves of her small bum. Finally, he took a grip on the back of her hair and yanked her head back. He elaned over towards her ear, shaking and rotating her neck rather violently.

"Remember, no fucking talking, right!? Or we'll find you, and you'll get much more of THIS..."

He jabbed his index finger in and out of her asshole, bringing with it a tiny bit of blood, a lot of cum, and a trace of shit, and squeals from Abigail.

"And THIS..."

He squeezed her hard under the crotch, and she yelped and sobbed.

"And THIS..." He grinded the side of her face down hard into the grass. She whimpered.

"Got it?!"

"Yes," she whined.

"I think she's got it! said Sean.

"Good." Simon leaned back, and slapped the small child-bum disdainfully a few times. He grinned rather manically. "Good girl. Now get up, get dressed, and the first thing you'll do when you get home is have a bath."

* * * * *

Two days later, Hannah had returned, brought back from the far-flung reaches of Scotland by Dan. Sean analysed his pretty, 9-year-old stepdaughter, with her semi-melancholic but smooth and beautiful round face. Well, she seemed quite cheerful, actually. Somehow, there was more maturity about her now too: like a 'mistress' or sensual actress -Sharon Stone/Kiera Knightly - locked up in child's innocent face and small body. Sex was becoming very normal to her, concluded Sean, and Daniel's romantic week away with her had done her no harm at all. As the teacher himself once said, 'what's done is done, she's already abused, so nothing else will make any difference.' Good logic, although it mildly irritated Sean because it implicitly focused all the 'guilt' on him, not that he felt any.

Sean merely asked Hannah if she'd 'had a nice time' up there. So too did her Mum, Michelle, in her incompetent and inadequate parental way. Hannah gave a simplistic yes and the barest of information. She made no reference to 'sex', which said everything: she knew that Sean knew that it was a fact of life for her, and that Dan inevitably would have been doing it with her. After Hannah had been allowed to go to bed without further molesting, and with Michelle out at bingo, Sean allowed Dan to tell all about the week:

It seemed to stretch credibility, but he claimed the entire daytimes from breakfast to evening meal had been spent only in conventional holidaymaking activites: walking, visiting places of interest, visiting child-themed places of interest. At all these places Dan posed as Hannah's Dad, and she played along with it to the letter. He 'enjoyed' being her Dad, and Hannah 'enjoyed' being his daughter, it seemed. It seemed that she regarded Dan now as the highest authority in her life, and closest thing to a real adult carer, so had no inclination to flee him or grass him up even if she dared.

While he did admit to the odd un-parental touch or kiss during the daytime - eg he slipped his hand down her shorts and put his finger in her bumhole at a cafe table at midday, giving him a risque buzz he said - Dan claimed that sex only happened late in the evening or in the bed at night. He said he wanted to draw a sharp dividing line between 'normality' and the sessions of child-abuse. Dan still used that term 'child-abuse' openly in these chats with Sean - the teacher-training/political correctness in him. Perhaps it was to make sure he never forgot what he was doing had to be kept very discrete.

The sex... well, if Dan was to believed, it was all very slow-moving, communicative, with delicate touching and loving kisses, although building to 'significant passion' when he came. Mostly he came from 'grinding' in various positions on her, or having her give him 'very nice handjobs'. Blowjobs were included of course, and he worked on encouraging Hannah to 'volunteer to do them'. Vaginal penetrations 'happened', but only in 'controlled positions' and always taking care to discuss how Hannah felt physically before doing it. In short, he got her 'consent'. It seemed that to 'Dan the teacher', the whole thing was a kind of a project in proving that a child could truly consent to sex.

* * * * *

"Come along and see her tomorrow, then," said Sean to Simon on the phone.

Dan had gone home, leaving Sean alone in the house with Hannah until Michelle's return from bingo.

"Great, thanks. I'll do that. Nothing beats the first time with a new kid," enthused Simon.

"You know it's Bill's weekly visit too, tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Will be good to meet him."

"He'll probably bring some weird and kinky ideas with him as usual."

"That's fine. I'll enjoy doing some spectating before I get at her."

"Haha, well, you might be asked to participate, knowing Bill. Last week we all had a part in his 'Victorian school play'."

"Oh, I see. Well, I can handle that, so long as I don't have to dress up as a chambermaid or something."

"Don't think he'll ask you to do that. He might well ask you to be her jailer, or slave-owner from ancient Rome or something."

"Hey, that sounds good, I can see the potential!"

Sean laughed. "Well, lets wait and see."

"So, what's the news on Abigail?"

"Bill paid her a visit the day after. He said she has not told anyone, yet, but he could see it 'written all over her face'."

"What? That she was thinking of telling?"

"No. The after-effects/memory of what we did to her."

"Okay, I see."

"Hopefully she'll shut her little mouth, but Bill is keeping a close eye just in case. If she seems on 'the edge', he will get her to confide it all in HIM. Hopefully, at the very least nobody else would get involved until after any forensic trace is long gone from her."

"Yeah, good thinking. That would only take a week at most, if she washes well. Now, what about Dan?"

"He's not coming tomorrow. He wants to keep separate from the group activities for now. He reckons he has a 'special relationship' with her."

"With Hannah?"

"Yes."

"Special, my arse!" Simon laughed. "He puts his prick into her mouth just the same as any pedo wants to do with a 9-year-old girl!"

"Hey, don't be too cynical. He does have a thing with her, you know. He did some good work on that holiday."

"Yeah, well... anyway, about tomorrow..."

"Okay. Well, since it's your first shot at Hannah, you can do the first penetration of the night. Any preferences yet?"

"Not sure, but I'm feeling 'arse' at the moment. I think I might want to compare her with Abigail on that score."

"How d'ya mean?"

"How she responds. What her voice sounds like. How similar her buttock-shape is to Abby's. If her sphincter is the same tightness, her willingness or lack of it..."

"Okay, should be interesting for you."

"Well, gotto hang up now, Sean mate. By the way, I might soon have some news on a 6-year-old you can try."

"Cool."

"You still up for that?"

"Yes, 'I'm converted'."

The laughed. "Okay. Goodnight."

"Tomorrow."

"Yep, bye."

Sean then went upstairs to Hannah's bedroom, on a hunch and on a need. As expected, she was not very asleep, if at all.

"Hey, you, you awake?" He layed a hand on her and rocked her a little.

"Yes," she murmured, quickly coming more fully to attention.

"Good. I'm 'wanting'." Hannah knew what that meant, It was a stock phrase of Sean's in his 18-months of abusing her.

"Okay." Hannah raised herself up, as Sean sat on the bed. "Who was that you were talking to on the phone?"

"Doesn't matter," Sean said casually. "Hey, I'm so glad you're back, sweetie."

Hannah got out of bed and knelt between Sean's legs, his trousers and pants already down and his cock already stiff. The 9-year-old opened her mouth around it, and Sean took her head in his hands.

THE END

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