Simon leaned back in his armchair, breathing slowly with his eyes closed, enjoying the sensation on his cock. Hell, he didn't even have to do much work: Hannah's mouth-technique was pretty good for a 9-year-old, even if it was the result of 18 months' practise. Her little jaws gaped around his shaft, she slid her lips down him in a steady rythmn, the sweet warm breath of the child being an exquisite aphrodisiac. Not that Simon needed one, where little girls were concerned. Hannah had only a little white Romanesque child's toga round her waist. She was a little slave girl. This was the 'theme' of the evening, as decided by Bill. He had style himself the 'Emperor', Sean as Hannah's 'owner' - true to life there then - and Simon as a visiting Roman general being given 'gifts' for his successes. Dan was there too - even though he had originally planned not to be - as a 'Senator'. He was a bit detached from it, though. Sean reckoned he'd come because he was worried about his precious darling being hurt by Simon, who he had not yet met and was having his first shot at Hannah. Dan was not too possessive, though, so long as she was treated 'considerately': he was a good team player, and reasonable enough to understand that keen pedos were gonna want to have a lot of fun when they had a pretty 9yo child such as Hannah in their midst. Hannah was great girl: 9 out of 10 prettiness, in Sean's humble opinion, but more than that it was a question of 'opportunity' - and Hannah was it, big time.

"Ahhhhhhhhh," sighed Simon. "Ahhhh, fuck, yes!" He gripped the chair and tensed. Hannah's face showed the strain of trying to swallow the hot, cloying jet-stream suddenly filling up her little mouth.

"Okay." He lifted her head off him. "Show," said Simon.

Hannah knelt back, and opened wide to show the pool of cum on her tongue, some of it dripping from the corners of her mouth. Meanwhile, some white post-eruption continued to dribble down Simon's shaft.

"Wow, good girl," said Sean, filming her mouth close-up. "Now swallow."

Hannah grimaced as she closed her mouth tightly gulped. She emitted a little cough and a modest giggle. Dan observed this very carefully, no doubt judging how horrible or not these hardcore acts were for her these days.

"Back on it," said Simon, "clean up."

Hannah returned her mouth to his slightly ebbing but warm, white and sticky erection. "This should give her confidence," said Bill, "delivering a good blowjob to a guy she's not met before."

"Should do," said Simon, gasping a little as his semen was vacuumed. Judging by his little forward lurches, he was managing to squeeze out a bit more for her. Hannah certainly had the look of a slave on her round and lovely face: meek and unjudgmental, but with a distant melancholy.

She was told to go and rinse herself out. This was a standard way of working for the 4 men, not for her sake but for their squeamishness: none of them were gay or bi, except Sean always thought of himself as having a 'boy-curious' streak in him. Hannah's next duty was to fetch the next round of drinks, her cute little face concentrating to remember each one. She was actually doing better with the roleplay than Simon or Sean, or the detached Dan, and remembered to address each man as 'highness,' 'master', 'general' or 'sir'. Bill, however, continually referred to her curtly as either 'slave' or 'girl'. When she returned with the drinks, she presented them to each man with a little curtsey. For her troubles, she got a casual grope up her toga from Sean when her back was turned to serve Simon, and Bill frequently helped himself to a domineering sort of kiss to her scrawny neck. Nobody hurt her, though, to the satisfaction of Dan who flashed the odd teacherly smile her way. Slave, though she was, she was a precious little commodity.

"And when will the 'Empress' of the house be home?" asked Simon, a little sarcastic.

"I think 'mistress' is the word," said Sean,"being as I'm only a 'master'. About 11.30 usually, sometimes later.

"Suppose we'd better be gone by 11pm, then?" said Simon.

"For tonight, yes."

"Hey," said Bill. "Do you think Mom might buy into this role, though?"

"Now," said Sean. "That's a good idea. She just might." Start it off by pitching it as just a bit of innocent playacting, then subtly work in bits of the sexual abuse, mused Sean. Hell, Michelle knew he and Dan were doing it, but couldn't bring herself to 'openly' conspire in the degraded life of her daughter. It was probably just a question of easing her across that bridge, and then she'd be well away. It would add to their security and nail down Hannah's acceptance of her lifestyle even more. "We'll work on that for next week."

"Cool," said Simon. "Also, for next week I'll be working on clinching the deal with the 6-year-old Paki."

"The what??" asked Dan.

"The 6-year-old he's hoping to fix up for me and him to try," said Sean. "Not a Paki, as such, but a Palestinian sprog of an illegal immigrant mother."

"Ha, yeah, sorry 'bout the racism," said Simon.

"Okay," said Dan, shrugging. "I just didn't know you had a little one on the horizon."

"Do you want in?"

."Uh, no, bit too young. I've got my princess here," said Dan, diplomatically.

"She's very pretty," said Simon, "for a Paki." He chuckled. "No, actually, I love ethnic, fucking love them."

"I'll have in," said Bill, alert.

"Okay," said Simon. "That makes three of us, plus possibly the guy who smuggled the bitch mother in."

"You might enjoy a roll with the mother," said Sean, to Dan. "Sexy as hell, if you like women. SHe's only 20 I think."

Dan chuckled. "I like women. I like Hannah even more..." He smiled at her, as she brought in a tray of biscuits. "But I like women."

"Okay, well it can probably be done," said Simon. "We're gonna blackmail the fuck out of her: play ball, or get kicked the fuck out of the country is about the measure of it."

"Good, good, keep me informed."

"Just one thing, though," said Simon to the other two. "Camelia -that's her name, the kiddie - is mine in the same way Hannah is kind of Dan's. I'll bounce and poke her around for the first week before sharing. Okay?"

"Fair enough," said Sean, despite the public acknowledgement that Hannah was now more Dan's than his.

"Fair enough," said Bill.

Suddenly Bill got up from his seat as Hannah was standing by the wall, in between duties for the moment, but servile and 'available'. "Slave, come here."

Hannah walked over to him and stood, wondering and waiting in front of him. She didn't have to wait long. Bill got a hold of her toga and tugged it sharply down - right down - then helped the nervous girl lift her ankles out of it. "Yeyyy," said Simon. "Action."

"Onto your hands and knees now, girl," said Bill. "Where's the lube?" he enquired. Sean handed it to him.

"Like this, your Highness?" Hannah's smooth little body was poised in doggy. She looked nervous, knowing a penetration of some kind was coming. Simon sniggered at the fact she was still maintaining the roleplay in that cute and vulnerable voice of hers.

"Very good," said Bill, and gently slapped her little anal crevice, before applying the trusty KY jelly to it.

Then the 65-year-old sodomized her over 5 rather fumbling and prodding minutes, accompanied by little flinches and squeaks, while Simon filmed and Sean offered little snippets of child-ass-fucking wisdom as it went on. Finally, the old guy achieved some measure of a cum in her asshole, finishing with a grunt to balance out Hannah's feeble moan of violation. She always looked a little more forlorn than usual, after an ass-fuck, no matter how gentle or otherwise. To Hannah's non-sexual young mind, it was probably the ultimate invasion of privacy, and even after all this time she still could not get her head round it. Sean estimated that he must have had his cock in her arse about 100 times, and now the old guy Bill was starting to do it. Dan had too, but tended to keep quiet about it, as thought it were not a thing of pride for him. Simon was sure to do it - possibly tonight, when his balls recharged from the BJ.

"Hey, you two," chirped Sean, meaning Dan and Hannah. "Why don't you go and take a bath now, relax for a while." Dan's sharing of a tub with Hannah appeared to be quite central to his 'relationship' with her.

"Yeah, good idea. Love to. Come on, Hannah," he said, nicely. "Slave, I should say."

The 9-year-old was busy refitting her toga, and recovering from the discomfort in her anus. "We'll show Bill this video of ours," said Sean.

"Oh, okay, 'Abigail showtime', eh?" said Bill. He'd looked a trifle reluctant all evening, to see it.

"Yep. Abigail in the starring role," said Simon, dryly.

"Just look at it that way," said Sean to Bill. "Just a movie, and she's a little actress."

"I will," said Bill. He seemed bothered, but 'not very', concluded Sean. The guy was always a touch difficult to read.

"Child actresses are getting so fucking good these days!" said Simon. "Dakota and Elle, now Abigail!"

"Well, Abby was sure convincing," said Sean.

The three of them laughed. They all tended to let their hair down a little when Dan was not in their presence. For that matter, it was also best not to have Hannah witnessing the vid: it was decided that it was not 'good' for her, in the sense that she might empathize too much with a fellow little girl's ordeal and thus begin to reject her own abuse. The video begun to play: a clothed and timid Abigail was stood in the small grassy clearing in the woods, being stared down by her two kidnappers, having been told to undress. Her little legs in her jeans were trembling a little already.

"Hell, I never noticed that at the time," said Simon.

"Yep, that's pretty convincing, " said Bill, dourly.

And he settled down with his Jack Daniels to watch the very real terrorization and raping of his once-innocent 10-year-old step-granddaughter. Possibly in the vid he'd noticed that 'light' going out of her little freckled, gentle and smiling face already, compared to the way he knew her before.

THE END

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