Note from Piper: If you have made it this far into Programming, this chapter will probably not shock you. But be warned that the sex is more hardcore than many of our stories and (this is The Pediatrician after all) it is described in detail.
She wasn’t exactly comfortable… but it was something that she had experienced many, many times before, so it wasn’t as if she wasn’t used to the situation.
Chloe lay on her back, the rough fabric of the Chinese carpet rubbing her hard-slapped ass and upper back raw, her spine arched and her flat chest pointing skyward as she squirmed and tried to keep the bored, annoyed look off of her face. I don’t mind getting slapped around, or tied up, or fucked by an army of guys, she thought to herself as she stifled a sigh, or the nakedness, or the dozens of people milling about all taking pictures and filming me getting gang-raped.
But I really, really, hate having to stay in one position for long periods of time!
“All righty now,” a voice near her head said in a bright, cheerful voice – far too cheerful for the noon photo shoot after a multi-hour flight and only two cups of coffee on top of a truly massive hangover. “You holding up okay, kiddo?”
I make more money in a week than you do all year, and you call me kiddo? The ten-year-old porn star tried to keep the exasperated look off her face as she blinked the jism out of her left eye and rolled her blue orb in the director’s general direction. “Just fine,” she lied. She squirmed a bit and tried not to think about the vague itch just under her right nipple, and her tiny shift relieved the pressure on her shoulders enough so that her joint went from screaming agony to annoyed grumble. “What’s the count?” she asked.
“Thirty-one so far.” The director – some up-and-coming who-the-fuck-cares who had convinced the studio that she was perfect for his cinematic masterpiece – scratched the side of his face as he looked off at the mass of co-stars milling just off set. “Only another one hundred twenty-nine to go!” he chirped merrily.
He was fat, with a pot belly that strained the buttons on his floral-print shirt, and sported a long white beard, and for a moment Chloe had to stifle a giggle. He looks like a perverted Santa Claus! she thought. A wet runniness ran down the side of her ribs, and she squirmed in discomfort as yet another itch flared up on her pristine flesh. “Look, it’s not like I mind pulling the train for a hundred ‘n fifty guys,” she said. The motion of her lips caused a few drops of jism to slide into her mouth, and she almost absentmindedly licked her lips clean and swallowed. “But you know that I like it inside. Why’re you having them all pull out?”
“’Cause, kiddo,” he said with a chuckle, “internal cumshots are so 2011. These days it’s all about the evidence. Today its schoolgirl gangbangs with facials, tomorrow it will be schoolgirl lesbian orgies. That’s the way the market works.” He peered down at her with a critical eye, his humor vanishing as he squinted and took in the bound pre-teen with an artist’s gaze. “Hmm,” he grunted, and then turned his attention to the mass of men. “Okay, who here’s ready to pop off?” His lips moved as he silently counted, and Chloe wished that she could turn her head to see how many hands were raised. “Okay, that’s good. You guys, just jerk off on her face, we need more stuff there. Don’t worry, you’ll still get to fuck her, but I wanna see her head glued to the floor by the end of this thing!”
The director dismissed her presence, standing and striding back to his chair in a single agile motion that belied his corpulence while Chloe squirmed once more and spread her thighs just a bit wider. Thirty-one, she said as she felt the wetness of her already-well-fucked pussy from a few stray cumshots combining with her own aroused slickness, and another one twenty-nine after. Let’s see, that makes… She let her eye close as she moved her lips silently and tried to do the math in her head.
“You look like you’re focused,” a familiar voice remarked, and Chloe felt a shiver of pleasure as she reopened her eye. Piotr crouched next to her, taking the place of the director and smiling down at her with his gorgeous gaze. “Trying to figure out how much jizz you’re going to be swimming in today?”
“I can do it,” the little girl insisted as she tried to keep track of the numbers floating around in her mind. About two ounces per, times one-fifty, equals…
“It’s…”
“I can do it!” The tiny blonde girl thought carefully, the numbers floating through her mind as she tried not to get distracted by the touch of his fingertips on her bare thigh. “Two gallons!” she said triumphantly.
“Three,” he corrected gently. “Just short of three gallons.”
“Fine,” she grumped. “So if I was good at math I wouldn’t be doing porn now, would I?”
“You’re doing porn because you like being the center of attention,” he pointed out correctly with a faint smile.
“That’s true,” she admitted. “So, did you have something specific you needed me for, or did you just want to come down and see what I looked like tied on the floor and half-covered with jizz?”
“Actually, I just wanted to let you know.” Piotr’s smile grew wider, almost joyous, as he leaned down a bit. “They said yes.”
Chloe didn’t quite make the connection at first – after all, the annoyance of being bound on a floor clad only in a ripped tartan skirt and half-covered in spunk was what she was currently focused upon – but as his words rattled around her brain for a second she finally got what he was saying. “Yes?” she asked in an excited, breathy voice.
“Yes. You got the part.” He tapped his fingers on her thigh, and she shivered despite herself. “A real-life, big-budget, mainstream Hollywood film. You got the part.”
“That’s… that’s…” The little girl was dumbfounded as the implication sank in. Holy crap, I’m going legit! “That’s…”
“I just wonder if you’ll still love a filthy porn dog like me when you’re a big movie star,” he added, the twinkle in his eye letting her know that he was only half-joking.
“That’s…”
“Okay, enough fucking around!” The director clapped his hands briskly and shouted over the din of the actors. “Clear the set unless you’re gonna be fucking her. Guys, remember, your motivation is that she’s all tied up and helpless and you’re gonna make her take your cocks. Numbers thirty-two through forty on set! Cameras ready!”
“Gotta go,” Piotr said with a wide grin. “We’ll talk more later.”
“Bye!” Chloe whispered the one word very softly, very quickly, distracted by the news she had just received. All thoughts of discomfort were gone, and she actually found herself looking forward to the next four hours of shooting. I’m going legit! she thought again as six guys took their places around her body, one between her thighs and the other five stroking their hard cocks over her face. She moaned for the camera and arched her back as she felt the thick rod press into her well-fucked cunny, gaping her mouth wide and flicking out her tongue in mock agonized-ecstasy as the first jet of boy-seed arced across her lips and onto her tongue
“Oh my God… Oh my God…” Chloe felt a cold knot in the pit of her stomach as her fingers danced across the face of the cell, bringing up the contacts list and hitting the redial button. She blinked away tears as she pressed the phone against her ear. “Please be okay…”
The phone clicked and then Hanna’s voice chirped brightly on the other end. “Hi! It’s Hanna! I can’t talk right now…”
“No, no, no, no, no…” The little girl felt her legs grow weak, and she sank back into her chair as she redialed again – and got voicemail once more. “This can’t be happening…” Another redial, another voicemail greeting, and she let her hands flop into her lap.
I’ve got to find Hanna, got to SAVE her! Chloe told herself, her thoughts skittering around in her mind as she fought to calm herself down. What do I do? She was silent for a second, the only sounds her own rasping breathing, her only movement the quick rise-and-fall of her chest – and then her fingers were a blur on the phone, calling up another number. The pre-teen jumped up from the chair and paced around her bedroom, waiting as the phone rang…
A click, and then a voice on the other end filled her ear. “What?” Jennifer asked without preamble – the pregnant redhead’s words short, clipped, hoarse and raspy, filled with gloom and doom.
“Jennifer! It’s Chloe.” The tiny blonde took a deep, shuddering breath as she tried to calm herself down. “Something’s happened to Hanna!”
“Something’s happened to all of us,” the teenager replied morosely.
“No, I mean that someone grabbed her!” Chloe sniffed and ran her free hand across her face, wiping her tears of panic from her cheeks as she tried to get her words out. “She was at the college, and we were talking, and then she yelled and someone took her!”
“So what do you want me to do about it?”
Chloe pulled the phone from her ear and stared at it in astonishment. Are you kidding me… “But she’s one of us! We have to save her!!!”
“Look, kid,” Jennifer sighed wearily. “You just don’t get it yet. We’re nothing.” The little girl could hear the teenager grunt, and then felt a chill running down her spine as the thirteen-year-old continued. “We’re nothing but cunts and mouths and assholes, designed to get stuffed no matter what we want. Hanna’s probably just with one of her johns, getting raped and beaten. She’ll show up again tomorrow, or maybe she’ll get lucky and the guy’ll kill her and she won’t have to do this stuff anymore.”
“But she’s special!” Chloe felt her terror replaced by a flash of fury. Why doesn’t she get it?!? “She’s like us, but she’s NOT like us…”
“Look, kid, I know you’ve got a little-girl woody for her,” the redhead replied in a tired tone. “But we’re just meat, so you gotta forget about that little dream you have of a lezzie love nest where you and she can eat each other’s snatches for the rest of your life ‘n wear flannel ‘n raise alpacas…”
“But… But…” Stop! Stop… The pre-teen snapped her mouth shut, preventing the screaming diatribe welling up in her chest from passing her lips as her mind whirled. Remember, SHE doesn’t understand about the Dark Force, she doesn’t remember when it takes control. Only me ‘n Hanna remember. So… “Okay, yeah, I know,” she said in a quiet, miserable voice, hoping that Jennifer fell for her contrite act. “It’s just that… Is there anything you can do to help me? Anything?”
Jennifer sighed a deep, world-weary sigh of exasperation. “Kid, I’ve already done eighteen different guys so far today, ‘n I’ve got another twelve at least to go, I got so much jizz in my cunt that I slosh when I move ‘n my fucking ankles are killing me, ‘n the thing in my belly won’t stop kicking my kidneys…”
“Please…” Chloe’s voice was weak, a breathy plea of desperation as she tried not to let her panic overwhelm her. “Please help me…”
Jennifer grunted again and the little girl heard the effort in her voice as the pregnant teenager moved around. “Jesus, you so fuckin’ owe me for this,” the girl said. “I’ve got a trick just off campus in about two hours, and I’m takin’ a taxi over there. I’ll pick you up and get you to the area, and you can hunt for your girlfriend while I’m takin’ in the ass. But that’s all I’ll do, got it?”
“Yes!” The tiny blonde didn’t hesitate as she agreed. Better than nothing… “Yes, I’ll take it, thank you! I so owe you for this, I’ll do anything you want…”
Over the phone Chloe heard a door open and close, and Jennifer pitched her voice lower. “Look, gotta go, kid,” the exhausted redhead whispered. “It’s time to get my milky tits slapped while an old guy punishes his daughter. Be ready when I get there, I won’t wait around.” Without another word the pregnant girl cut the connection.
The little girl dropped the phone into her lap, clasped her hands over her mouth, and shook as she silently sobbed. This is Hell, she moaned to herself as tears of fear, of rage, of terror, of frustration, of emotional exhaustion welled up in the corners of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. “I can do this,” she whispered as she hugged herself, shivering in the cool air of her bedroom, as she imagined the horrors that Hanna was undergoing. “I have to do this, I have to save her!” She sobbed silently to herself, sniffing as the tears flowed freely.
“Yew sure a pretty little girl like you wants ta go there?” the cab driver said, his words just as oily as his hair. “After all, I kin tink of something else that might be more fun,” he added as he slid his hand up Jennifer’s bare thigh. “You look like you like ta have fun,” he added as his fingertips slipped just barely under the hem of her pleated skirt.
The far-too-pregnant thirteen-year-old smiled as she spread her legs apart just a bit and tugged at the skirt to give the driver a glimpse of her pussy. “You know it, baby,” she replied, her voice husky and fairly dripping with slutty promise. “’N I already know what sort of tip you’re getting.”
Chloe bit her lip as she slouched down in the back seat of the taxi, holding her breath and willing herself invisible as the driver and the teenage whore flirted in the front seat. Still, a part of her was curious, had to see what was happening, and she silently slid forward and peeked over the back of the bench. She wrinkled her nose as a waft of the driver’s body odor oozed into her nostrils but pressed onwards – only to reel back in disgust. Jennifer’s mound was almost completely bare except for a delicate dusting of red peach fuzz that the little girl could barely spot because of the curve of the teenager’s swollen belly. But she could see the man’s fingers sliding lower, dipping in between the twinned lips of Jennifer’s well-used pussy, and she felt her stomach twist as she shivered and sat back in her seat. Please, God, she begged silently as she willed herself even more invisible, please don’t let that happen to me!
After her brief break-down in her bedroom, the little blonde had finally managed to steel herself for the mission that evening. Drying her tears on the sleeves of her camp tee-shirt, she had stripped off her filthy, sex-stained clothes and began to prepare, a vague plan forming in her mind. The phones can track each other, she said to herself as she dug out a clean tee from her drawer, the black cotton with the rhinestone butterfly across the chest the closest thing she had to stealth clothing. So I can find her that way – I hope. She slipped the shirt over her bare body and snugged it down to her waist, and then hesitated, her thoughts locked in an internal debate. THEY said I could only wear skirts, she mused as she peered into the open drawer before her, but THEY didn’t have a problem with me wearing shorts at camp. Should I do a skirt or pants? Her hand hovered over a black pair of jeans for a moment… before her will broke and she pulled out a tiny black miniskirt. Best not to take the chance, she decided as she slid the pleated cotton up her thighs and buttoned it around her waist, tugging it down a bit in an attempt to have the fabric cover her bare sex. I’m probably already disobeying them, do I want to know what happens if they get too pissed at me?
As she turned back to her desk a bright flash in her mirror caught her attention, and she stared at her reflection for a few seconds. The three butterfly charms of her necklace caught the light of the room and almost seemed to gleam against the black of her tee, and the sight of her badges of shame caused her heart to skip a beat as she remembered what she had done – what she had been forced to do. Erin, she thought as she felt the tears welling up once more, remembering the look of horror on the painfully thin girl’s face, remembered her necklace with the single butterfly charm resting against her flat chest, and felt ashamed. I’m so sorry, she thought. “I’ll help you,” she whispered to the thin air.
Shaking herself out of her reverie, she laid out her plan over and over again as she got ready – running a wad of tissues between her thighs to clean off some of Dylan’s oozing spunk, pulling on a pair of pink tennis shoes (Why couldn’t I have some black ones? she grumped to herself), and writing in her journal, updating her thoughts and experiences and trying to make sense of it all.
It DOESN’T make sense, she mused as the felt Dylan’s sperm slosh in her womb and a disgusted look crossed her face. THEY can just take over and make us do whatever they want. So why do they bother with the blackmail stuff? Why did Mrs. Mason drug us? The little girl flipped her pigtails over her shoulders and slouched in her chair as she tapped the nub of her pencil against the journal. Who is doing this to us, and why? She looked at the page and re-read what she had just written, and then tightened her grip around the pencil and circled one word several times. Archons… Who are they? Are they THEM? She felt her lips turn down into a frown as no new ideas came to her.
The next hour passed without any insights – and her phone remained dark. Several times she thumbed the GPS feature and saw that the Hanna icon never moved, was still sitting in the middle of the map of the campus, and Chloe fought the urge to simply run the ten miles to the place to rescue her… her… “She’s more than a friend,” she whispered as she placed the phone down. “She’s… she’s my…”
Lover? her pre-teen brain mocked. Right… She’s just a whore, just like you.
“Shut up,” the little girl muttered.
She could never love you. Dylan’s right, you’re worthless. And stupid, too.
“I’m not,” Chloe hissed to the empty air. “I love Hanna, and she loves me!”
Stupid. Her inner doubts fell silent as the tiny blonde girl’s cheeks burned with shame.
Before she knew it the clock read 9:45, and she quietly slipped out of her bedroom into the hall. Dylan’s door was tightly shut, but Lisa’s door was ajar, and Chloe paused for a moment as she heard muffled noises. I don’t want to know, she told herself – but she found her feet padding silently on the carpet, creeping silently forward until she was at the door, pressing her eye against the crack…
No… Fucking… Way!!! Chloe felt her jaw drop as she took in the sight before her. Lisa the Death Slut lay on her bed, her pale, nude body almost glowing as she twisted the sheets under her form in her tight fists and arched her back, spreading her thighs wider and opening her teenage sex to the ceiling. “Eat me!” she whimpered as a tiny shudder ran through her body and made her B-cup tits jiggle ever-so-slightly, her dyed-black hair spread like a dark halo around her head as she gasped in pleasure. “Eat my cunt!” The older woman with dark-blonde hair cupped the girl’s ass cheeks in her palms and feasted on her slit, her rounded, well-padded ass so familiar…
Oh my GOD, Lisa is having sex with MOMMY?!? The little blonde girl reeled back, desperate to un-see what she had just seen, her mind working to deny what she had just witnessed. That can’t be real, it didn’t happen, she insisted as she silently turned and made her way to the stairs, the sound of Lisa’s sex-fueled gasps and moans, the sound of her mother’s wet mouth slurping as she lapped at her own daughter’s pussy ringing in her ears. But another part of her – THE part of her – knew that it had happened, that it was real… and that it made perfect sense. Of course she’s having sex with Mommy, she realized as she stepped off the stairs and made her way to the front door. But do they remember what they are doing? WILL they even remember? Are THEY making them do it?
In the dark of the night the air was cool and the neighborhood silent except for the sound of crickets chirping in the bushes and grass and the distant, muffled sound of traffic. Chloe tried to force the image of her sister and mother making love out of her mind as she quietly shut the door behind her and slipped off the porch. “Stop thinking about it,” she muttered to herself as she made her way to the curb, the strap of her backpack clutched tightly in her hand as she peered first one way and then the other, watching for Jennifer. “It’s just the Dark Force doing it, that’s all it is.” She worried her lip as she looked both ways once more, trying to ignore the fact that the image of Amanda and Lisa was morphing in her head, changing…
… to Chloe herself on the bed, raising her hips in an offering to Hanna.
“Thank God,” she whispered when a pair of headlights turned the corner and the taxi slowed to a stop in front of her. The little girl opened the rear door and slipped into the back seat, trying to keep the look of disgust off of her face as her bare bottom made contact with the warm, somewhat slimy vinyl. “Thanks for taking me,” she told the teenager in the front seat as she shut the door and the cab pulled away. “I appreciate it.”
“Yeah, whatever.” Jennifer’s reply was a morose drone, the tone of her words making it clear that she didn’t really care what the pre-teen wanted. The thirteen-year-old grunted as she half-turned from her spot in the front passenger seat, the dark circles under her eyes making her green orbs seem sunken into her skull, and she stared at Chloe with a gaze that seemed lifeless. “Like I said, I gotta do a guy a few blocks over, so whatever. I’ll collect later.”
“Yeah, well… thanks anyway.” Chloe leaned forward, caught a whiff of the middle-aged man behind the wheel, and sat back in her chair with a sick look on her face. “I… This is something I need to do,” she added lamely.
Jennifer sighed, running her fingers though her short red hair as she rested her forearm on the back of the seat. “It's never gonna happen,” she said in a matter-of-fact way.
“What?”
“That you and Hanna will ever get together,” the teenager remarked, and Chloe felt an ache in her chest. “She’s four years older than you, both of you are whores like me, and we’ll never escape. We’ll keep fucking like we’re told, over and over again, getting knocked up by dozens of strange guys, until one of them gets too rough and kills us. We’re doomed… we’re dead, and there’s nothing we can do about it.”
“It might happen,” the little blonde girl whispered in reply as she felt tears sting the corners of her eyes once more. “We might escape!”
“You won’t. We won’t.” Jennifer flicked a charm, and the dull clink of metal-against-metal almost echoed in the pre-teen’s ears with a note of finality. “This is our…” The redhead paused, sighed a deep, world-weary sigh of exhaustion, and turned back in her seat. “This is us,” she said with a note of finality.
Chloe fell silent as she screwed her eyes shut and clenched her fists, feeling a sharp, stabbing pain in her chest as her heart thudded. It’s NOT true, it isn’t! she shouted to herself as she gritted her teeth. I’ll get out of this. I’ll get us all out of this, I will!
At the same time a tiny part of her mind whispered that the redhead was right, that she was nothing more than a toy. You’re just a puppet, spreading your legs for whoever pulls the strings. You’ll NEVER be free.
“I will,” she whispered fiercely.
Say that again when Dylan knocks you up.
“No!” Chloe hissed her denial, feeling a defiant spirit well up inside of her soul, and she took a deep, shuddering breath. She sat up straighter, blinking the tears from her eyes and wiping her cheeks on her sleeve as a steely resolve stiffened her spine. She tugged her too-short tee down to cover the wide strip of bare belly between it and the waist of her miniskirt, pressed her thighs together tightly as if to deny the world access to her bare slit, and forced Jennifer’s words from her mind. As the redhead and the cabby flirted in the front seat she rested her elbow on the door, rested her chin on her fist, and stared off into the darkness as she planned.
In far too short a time the cab finally turned a corner onto a residential street filled with large, ornate mansions and slowed to a stop. “We’re here,” the cabby said in an oily tone, his words seemingly filled with suggestion. “Now, what did yew say yew were gonna do to pay the fare?”
“Just like I promised, sir,” Jennifer replied, her voice husky and filled with lust. The little girl realized with a start that she had been so focused on her thoughts that she hadn’t noticed the Dark Force had take over the redhead, turning her from normal morose, fatalistic self to knocked-up, sex-crazed teenage slut. “I’ll suck you off, ‘n let you do what you want to me.”
The cabby shifted, and Chloe heard the sound of a zipper. “Well, get sucking,” he ordered simply. The tiny blonde girl quietly opened the door behind her as the thirteen-year-old smiled and leaned over, lowering her face into the old man’s lap as his hand slid down her back. The pre-teen pushed the door shut and took several steps away from the cab, shuddering as the vehicle began to rock on its springs.
Chloe peered about, didn’t see anyone else on the dark residential street, and then skittered behind a large bush to hide as she got her bearings. Squatting, she pulled her phone from her pack and tried to ignore the cool evening air wafting across her bare backside as she called up the tracking app. Let’s see, she muttered as she turned the phone first one way and then another, watching the arrow swing around on the map as the GPS locked in and determined where she actually was. Three blocks up, two over, and I’ll be on campus. She took a deep, shuddering breath as she stood, tightly gripped the strap of her backpack as she slid it over one shoulder, and started down the sidewalk, leaving the bouncing, jouncing cab behind her.
The darkness settled over her like a blanket as she moved, and she willed herself to be invisible as she moved through the neighborhood. The houses were quiet, and as she crossed the street a thought occurred to the little girl. It’s quiet… like, TOO quiet. The blonde paused and peered at one house, then another, and then a third, her senses straining as she tried to figure out what was nagging at her. The houses were all old yet large, their elegant facades seeming to brag that the owners had money – and yet something was off. What’s going on here? she asked herself as she started forward once more, intent on her rescue mission. Something’s not right. “Where is everyone?” she whispered as she glanced at her phone and then at the dark, silent houses around her. Even though she strained to hear something, anything, around her, the neighborhood remained eerily silent as she moved on, the only sound the soft shuff of her tennis shoes on the concrete beneath her feet.
Within just a few minutes the girl reached the edge of the campus, and she paused for a second and scanned the college. Large, multi-story buildings loomed into the darkness above her, their windows mostly dark and the formal landscaping lit by scattered street lamps. As in the neighborhood nothing moved, and the silence seemed even more oppressive than among the dark houses behind her. “Where is everyone?” she whispered, almost jumping at the sound of her own voice. It’s only ten, she wondered as she strained to see into the deep, dark shadows peppering the campus. Where is everyone? Where are the people? She glanced at the phone again, took a deep breath, and skittered across the road.
The second that her foot fell on the grass of the college she felt… different. Chloe gasped as she felt a twist deep in her belly, and the little girl gripped the back of a metal bench as the world seemed to sway and swing around her. What… As her vision returned to normal she could feel the sheer arousal in her body, feel her tiny nipples stiffen to the point of pain, feel the hot wetness between her legs, feel the need in her belly… “What the Hell?” she whispered as her mind was filled with images, of hard cocks and tight cunts and of spurts, sprays, gallons of jism soaking into her body, a veritable world in which she was nothing but a being of pure sex. “What’s happening to me?” she whimpered.
“It’s the campus,” a soft, feminine voice floated in her ear. “That happens here.”
The pre-teen squeaked in shock as she leapt back, lost her balance, and sprawled onto the grass, her backpack flying and her phone skittering into the darkness. Her heart pounded in her chest as she peered up at the woman seated on the bench, the girl who hadn’t been there when she first paused and who had seeming materialized out of thin air… “Who… What do you want?” she asked, her voice shaking in fear as she tried to calm herself.
The woman on the bench was… normal. Almost bland, average, seemingly so normal that Chloe was afraid she would forget her existence if she looked away. She was older than Hanna, somewhere in her twenties, and was dressed simply in jeans and a grey Laredo University sweatshirt. The coed stared at the little girl with brown eyes the color of whatever, while her chestnut-brown hair was twisted into a complicated braid that snaked over one shoulder and down the front of her chest, concealing one small B-cup breast behind it. “What are you doing here?” she asked in an almost bored tone, as if encountering a sluttily-dressed ten-year-old on a seemingly abandoned college campus late at night was the most normal thing in the world.
“I’m… looking for my big sister,” Chloe lied. As her heart returned somewhere approaching normal she became aware of her position on the grass – and very aware of her splayed legs and flipped-up skirt, which provided the woman a perfect view of her bare, furnace-hot pre-teen sex. Blushing furiously, the girl closed her legs and shivered slightly in arousal as she levered herself onto her knees, trying to ignore the dampness that washed her lower legs as she leaned over and pulled her backpack closer to her. “She was on campus, working on a paper,” she elaborated. “’N she said that I should meet her here.”
“Really?” The woman raised one leg and tucked it under her other thigh as she leaned back, her gaze impassive and her words blandly neutral. The front of her gray sweatshirt stretched across her chest, and Chloe felt her heart thud in her chest as she stared at the perfectly small, perfectly perky boobs beneath. She wanted, she needed to nuzzle them, to suckle on them, her life was incomplete without feeling them against her lips! “Aren’t you a little young to be wandering about all by your…” The little girl listened as the words trailed off, and then almost shrank back as the woman’s gaze took on an interested mien as she leaned forward. “Are those butterfly charms?” she asked, her tone finally containing a note of interest.
“Y... yes,” Chloe muttered as she blushed. “They’re just charms,” she added. “I like butterflies.”
“Really? ‘Cause I was under the impression that you don’t particularly want them.” The woman’s face split into a smile at Chloe’s stunned expression, and she laughed a gentle laugh that suddenly made her seem much more beautiful. “So, you’ve already been lying. To me! Let’s try that again, and maybe this time you can give the truth a try. Unless you want me to call campus security to cart you off…”
“No!” The little girl seemed to shrink, an almost defeated look crossing her face. “I’m sorry, please, don’t. I’ll be good, I’ll tell the truth.”
“Okay then. Now, why are you really here?”
Chloe swallowed as she felt hot, felt sticky, felt as if the woman could peer right into her soul and see the strange, Dark Force-prompted lust that was coursing through her young body. “I’m… here because a friend was here,” she said in a weak, trembling voice, “’n we were talking, and I heard her yell, and I think someone attacked her or something, ‘n I came to… I came to…”
“You came to rescue her?” The woman sounded surprised, almost as if she had never even considered such a thing possible. “You’re, like, six years old,” she said with a dismissive wave of one hand. “What could you possibly do?”
“I’m ten,” the little girl insisted. “And I’ll do whatever it takes. I’m gonna save Hanna!”
“Oh? Is that her name?” The woman peered a Chloe once more, and the little girl wilted under her impassive gaze. “And why are you rushing off to save her?”
“I just am,” the pre-teen replied with a tiny shrug.
“Being evasive is just as bad as lying,” the woman said disapprovingly. “One last chance. Why are you rushing off to save her?”
“Because… because I love her.” Chloe’s cheeks burned a brilliant crimson with the heat of her emotions, her embarrassment plainly apparent on her face. “I love her, and I need to rescue her!” she added in a fierce whisper as she ducked her head in shame.
“Love?” The little girl glanced up through her lashes as the woman laughed derisively. “Is that what it is? Do you love her?” she asked, her words sneering. “Do you love her so much that you can’t stand to be away from her? Is that what this is? “You love her and want to kiss her and hug her and touch her dirty place? Are you a little lezzie dyke?”
“I dunno,” Chloe muttered with a shrug as she shot the strange woman another glance, blushed, and looked away again. I am, her mind admitted. I would be, with you…
“Look, I’ve been around way more than you,” the woman explained. “There’s no such thing as love, just whatever makes your vag tingle ‘n your nips get hard. Eventually it’s all the same, ‘n you get the same thing just fingering yourself.” She paused for a moment and laughed a laugh filled with irony. “Look at me, talking to a little girl about sex. I’ve been gone for far too long.”
“I’ve gotta go,” the little girl muttered as her cheeks burned. I gotta go, oh GOD she’s so HOT… She clambered unsteadily to her feet, slung her pack back over her shoulder, and cast her gaze about, searching for her phone. She felt a damp wetness against her bare backside and realized that the wetness on the back of her skirt wasn’t from the grass but from her own drooling slit, and she made a face at the feeling of the cold sliminess sliding across her cheeks. “It was nice meeting you…” she added as she spotted the black plastic rectangle against the field of green and crouched to retrieve it.
“Oh, I’m not done with you yet,” the woman said. Chloe froze and glanced fearfully over her shoulder, only to relax slightly when she saw that the stranger hadn’t moved but was merely just patting the bench next to her. “Have a seat and let’s talk for a bit more. Or I could call security if you’d prefer…”
The ten-year-old was torn as a typhoon of emotions roiled inside of her. On the one hand she wanted to run, wanted to escape the strange woman and her uncomfortable questions and her embarrassing topics of conversation, wanted to race into the night and find Hanna and rescue the only person who truly understood… but another part of her paused. She wants me to SIT with HER! Chloe mused as she worried her lower lip. Does she want to touch me? Does she want to kiss me? I want to kiss her… The little girl knew that there was something strange about the college coed, something ‘not-right,’ but she just couldn’t tell what it was. “O… okay,” she agreed as she stood and made her way back to the bench. “But only for a bit, please…”
“’Atta girl,” the woman said. As Chloe settled in beside her she inhaled deeply, drinking in the scent of the stranger. It wasn’t anything special, just soap and a flowery shampoo and a hint of deodorant, but she felt her heart thud in her chest as her nipples hardened even further, threatening to cut straight through the thin fabric of her tee. “My name is Emma,” the coed continued as the ten-year-old shivered and pressed her thighs together, more to keep from dripping onto the cold metal beneath her backside than to keep her pre-teen slit hidden. “What’s your name?”
“Chloe.” She glanced at the woman beside her and met her eyes, and for the briefest of instants the little girl felt the world stop around her. Emma’s eyes were a deep, dark green, almost the color of an emerald, and they seemed to peer straight into her soul, and there was an unearthly beauty about her, something that screamed kindness and caring and sympathy and sheer sexual heat, and it was all Chloe could do not to throw herself on the woman right then. “I’m ten years old,” she added lamely as she blushed.
“You told me that.” Emma laughed lightly, her mirth a musical tinkle that rang past the little girl’s ears and straight into her brain, tearing another shiver of lust from her body. “So, you know all about sex, do you now?”
“I… yes, I do,” Chloe whispered, ducking her head in shame. She’d never want to be with a slut-whore like me…
“They grow up so fast,” Emma muttered offhandedly as she rested her arm on the back of the bench and let her fingers graze against the side of the little blonde’s neck, sending yet another shiver of lust through the girl’s body. “I suppose that you’ve had sex with a boy, right?”
“Yes.” Chloe’s voice was a whisper of shame, of humiliation, of regret.
“Have you put your mouth on their peens?”
“Yes.”
“And spread your legs for them?”
“Yes.”
“And,” Emma added, pitching her voice so low that it sounded like the whisper of a lover in Chloe’s ear, “have you done it in the butt?”
“I… yes.” Oh GOD she thinks I’m STRAIGHT no no NO… “But I didn’t want to, Emmy, really, THEY made me do it, I like girls, I like you…”
“Made you do it?” Emma’s words floated in her mind, the four words an simple invitation…
… An invitation that Chloe gladly accepted. The words tumbled out of her in a torrent, a non-stop stream telling Emma, her Emma, everything that she had done. She told her about the dreams, told her about what she saw at school, told her about the lesbian orgy at the party. She confessed to the woman about the phone and the texts and the orders, about how the sex with Dylan became daily humiliations, of how Mr. Marshall molested her at school, and how she had been drugged and she had raped her best friend only to have Mrs. Mason blackmail her. “And only Hanna knows, only she understands what’s going on, ‘cause she’s going through the same thing,” Chloe sobbed, desperate to confess all of her sins to Emma just to make her love her, “but she was here ‘n she got attacked, and I don’ know what to do, but I have to do something…”
The ten-year-old was looking down at hands as she spoke, the shame as she admitted aloud what she had been forced to do causing her cheeks to burn, and as she finished she glanced at the coed out of the corner of her eye. Emma had a hard look on her face, her mouth a stern line across her face and her eyes a hard, glittering icy-blue. “That…” she began to say, before letting the words die in her throat. “So,” she began again, the single word containing a wealth of judgment. “You’ve been having these dreams, and these dreams have become real, and now you’re just a little fuck-toy? ‘N there are three guys – including your own brother! – that you’re fucking every day? Is that what you’re saying?”
“Well, I haven’t had to do Mr. Mason yet,” Chloe admitted, her voice holding a quaver of dread. “But yeah.”
“That’s… Well, wow,” the coed said with a little laugh that contained no humor at all as she sat back against the bench. “Things have certainly changed since I was last here! Before…” Her words trailed off as she stared at the girl, and Chloe shivered as she felt the coed’s gaze run over her body, almost as if the woman was reading her very soul. “Well, before, let’s just say that there were ‘rules.’ Evidently those no longer apply.”
“You believe me?” Chloe whispered, bringing her eyes up to Emma’s face as she whispered her hopeful words.
“Of course I do. Der.” Emma’s snort of derision was filled with a dark irony. “I’ve heard worse stories. But before, most girls like you agreed to it before becoming sex slaves… and most waited until they at least got their first periods.” The ten-year-old shivered as the coed ran her fingernail up the side of her neck. “It sucks, I know,” the woman she continued as she sat back once more and gave a little shrug. “Too bad there’s nothing I can do about it. I no longer have power here, I’ve been gone too long.” She laughed once more as she peered at Chloe, and the little girl flushed in embarrassment and looked down at her hands once more. “Are you getting horny?” she asked simply as she gave the little girl another poke.
Oh GOD this is so embarrassing… “I… Yes,” she admitted, her words quavering from the sheer level of shame coursing through her pre-teen mind.
“Do you think I’m pretty?” Emma asked.
Chloe glanced at the coed and then away once more, her cheeks burning. “Yes, you’re really pretty,” she whispered. I’d let her do anything to me…
“Do you want to kiss me?”
“Yes!”
Emma leaned forward, her amber eyes almost shining, wide and cool and safe, eyes that made the little girl want to simply let go and fall into, fall forever and stay safe and warm. She felt her eyes sag shut as she raised her face, felt the coed’s hot breath on her cheeks… and then their lips met. The kiss was slight, gentle, almost tentative – but to Chloe it felt as if a bomb had detonated inside her little-girl womb. Her pussy twisted as she came, the orgasm tearing through her pre-teen body as wave after wave of pure sexual pleasure roiled through her. She gasped and stiffened, feeling Emma’s fingers stroke the side of her neck, and her consciousness swam and teetered, and she did let go, sliding into the warmth of her climax. Yes yes yesyesyesyesyes… Nothing mattered except the taste of Emma, the delicate flutter of her fingers, the breath of life the coed breathed into her lungs… I want this forever, the ten-year-old thought, her last coherent thought before real-Chloe vanished and she became a being of pure sex. It felt like it lasted forever, for an eternity – but slowly, gradually, Chloe felt herself returning to normal. “Emmy,” she whispered as she opened her eyes…
She was alone on the bench.
“What…” Confused, the little girl slid back in her seat, pressing her thighs together once more and feeling the gushing wetness of her slit, craning her neck to look around the campus grounds as her rock-hard, painfully-stiff nipples scraped across the fabric of her tee. She was alone… There wasn’t another soul in sight. “Where did you go?” she whispered, her heart aching with a confused sense of loss as she whipped her head around to peer into the darkness of the neighborhood behind her, feeling as if she wanted to cry, wanted more of the coed and her sweet kiss, wanted to drop to her knees and worship her new goddess with her tongue and taste Emma’s sweet pussy on her lips…
An electric beep chirped as her phone buzzed in her hand, and she looked down with dull eyes as she automatically swiped the screen with her thumb. Simple words swam before her consciousness as the texts came fast and furious…
Nice kiss. You taste good. Maybe next time we’ll do more.
Now let’s see what you can do.
Tick tock – time’s wasting.
The little girl felt her heart thud in her chest, as much from her own confusing desire as from fear, as a tiny shiver ran up her spine. Is she one of THEM?!? “Emmy?” she asked, the entreaty so soft it was almost silent. The phone remained stubbornly silent, and after staring for so long that her eyes began to hurt the ten-year-old blinked and looked away. If she is one of THEM… But why didn’t she… Her mind was awhirl with chaotic thoughts, each inquiry ended before it could fully form in her brain, and Chloe hissed in annoyance. “They always do this…” she muttered as she thumbed the GPS map once more, gripped the rail of the bench, and stood.
… Only to stagger for a moment as her legs threatened to buckle underneath her. “Oh my God,” Chloe whispered as she locked her knees and tried to get her trembling legs under control. Her pussy, her already-satisfied cunny, felt warm and ready and oh-so-empty, and a sheer sexual need seemed to gnaw at her very guts. She noticed her free hand creeping down her body, sliding past the strip of bare flesh between her skirt waistband and her tee, towards the hem of her mini, towards her achingly empty slit and wanting to do nothing more than to worm her digits inside, to fill herself up completely, to make love to herself and feel the delightful bliss of another orgasm…
“No!” The little girl hissed as she yanked her hand away from her cleft and violently shook her head. Trying to banish the fading memory of Emma even further so she could think straight. “Hanna, got to find Hanna!” Taking a second to take a deep, shuddering breath, Chloe pushed herself away from the bench, stumbled twice, and then slowly, quietly, made her way across the grass, following the map on the tiny screen in her hand.
Laredo University wasn’t that big, and the library wasn’t that far. The ten-year-old tried to keep close to the wall as she made her way along the Virginia E. Johnson Science Center, and she paused to look across the quad at her target. The Vladimir Sirin Memorial Library loomed up into the darkness, was of a weird design that seemed to be alternating square pillars and tall, narrow windows – and looked to be utterly abandoned. “Where is everyone?” Chloe wondered as she peered back and forth across the open space between her and the library, taking in benches and chairs, wide expanses of grass and leafy, shade-giving trees, and an intricate clock tower in the middle of the quad. There were signs that people had been there… the ornate garbage cans were filled to the brim with all manner of trash, cigarette butts were ground into the concrete along the edges the paths, and a forgotten baseball cap lay under one tree. It’s like they’ve all… vanished, she thought. She gnawed at her lip in worry for a moment, glanced at the directional arrow once more – and angrily pulled her idly stroking fingers on her free hand away from the edge of her mound – and took another breath to steel her nerves. Just do it…
Her trip across the quad was nerve wracking, and Chloe’s gaze darted from shadow to shadow, convinced that whoever had attacked and stolen her Hanna was just waiting for her to fall into the same trap. But the air remained silent, the darkness menacing but empty, and she passed by the clock tower and skittered to the corner of the library without encountering another soul. She glanced inside the building through one of the windows and saw shelves of books, tables filled with papers and pens and laptops, the dull fluorescent lighting giving everything a sickly pale glow… but no students. “Where are they?” she muttered again. It felt wrong, everything felt so wrong…
The side of the library was a mass of shadows, but Chloe swallowed her flash of fear and slipped into the gloom, grateful that there was enough light so that she could still follow the phone tracker’s arrow while not tripping over anything in her path. The silence in the shadows was even deeper, and the ten-year-old felt a frightened shiver run up her spine as she heard nothing but the sound of her own panting breaths and the soft scuffs of her shoes. The shadows ended in the harsh light of the library loading dock, and the little girl felt her heart leap into her throat as she spotted the backpack lying in the middle of the truck ramp. She glanced at her phone, saw the arrow pointing straight ahead, and abandoned all attempts at stealth as she scrambled forward.
It’s Hanna’s! Chloe thought triumphantly as she unzipped the pack and peered inside. There was a change of clothes, Hanna’s phone, and several books. Definitely. She grunted slightly as she hoisted her friend’s pack up and over her free shoulder, felt herself sag a bit under the sheer weight of the thing, and then paused. A troubled look crossed the little girl’s face as she peered back towards the shadowy library, across the brick walkway to a building that simply read ADMISSIONS AND REGISTRAR, and then down the dimly-illuminated walkway to her left. I found her pack, but where is she? “Where do I go?” she whispered to herself as she spun in a slow circle, looking for something, anything, which would give her a clue. The frustration began to well up inside of her, and she felt tears stinging the corners of her eyes as the silent campus hid everything from her…
She had gotten so used to the quiet that she actually jumped slightly and gave a little squeak of fear when the cell phone in her hand chirped. She swiped the screen with a trembling thumb and focused her eyes on the text…
Feeling horny, nasty girl? Wanna make out s’more?
She’s in the dorms.
Tick tock.
“Emma?” Chloe’s voice was barely above a whisper. “Is that you?”
A smart girl, too. Good. Smart is sexy.
Now get moving.
Tick tock.
The little girl looked around once more, and spotted what looked like a five story building that might be the dorms a bit further down the shadowy walkway. Many of the windows were dark, but all of the ones on the third floor flashed with multi-colored lights. She took a second to hitch up her twin packs and then padded into the shadows once more, trying to keep the upper floors of her target in sight. “Why are you helping me?” she asks quietly into the air. The phone chirped instantly in reply, and the little girl split her attention between her path and the texts.
‘Cause I can. You amuse me.
Tick tock. Best hurry.
She just took her tenth cock of the night.
Chloe’s heart thudded in her chest. She had no idea what was happening to Hanna, and her imagination spun all sorts of horrifying images of cocks and ropes and a sobbing, terrified teenager being forced to do all sorts of twisted, degrading things – but at the same time other thoughts fluttered into her mind. Thoughts of her amid a sea of cocks, of her bound by ropes, of her being forced to do all sorts of twisted, degrading things. She moaned slightly as she imagined she and Hanna on her bed, making love – and she and Lisa and her mother, and she and Erin, and she and EMMA oh GOD I want to taste her… The images forced the tiny ball of sexual heat deep in her belly to flare for a moment, and she realized with a sick roil of her stomach that she was still horny, still aroused, still had to fight to keep her mind on her mission and not on her desperately slick slit, and she forced the images from her mind. She shivered as much from sheer animal need as from fear and willed her feet to move faster.
Getting hornier? Emma texted. Wanna finger your pussy until you cum?
And you wanna eat me out! Aren’t you a nasty little thing!
What makes you think that you’re good enough to munch my rug?
Emma’s texts were mocking, and the little girl blushed again as she tried not to die of embarrassment right then and there. “Are you watching me?” Chloe whispered as she paused at an intersection with another path, looked both ways, and then darted across the space.
Yes. I see everything.
Chloe froze in her tracks, stunned as much by the honesty of the reply as by the reply itself. “Are you… doing this to me?” she asked in sick horror. “To us?”
No. I’ve been gone for a while. But I’m back now.
This is a lot more interesting than I remember.
Tick tock. You’re taking too long.
Here comes cock number sixteen.
“Can you help me?”
No. This is all on you.
But I am helping, in my own way.
Tick tock.
The door to the dorm opened easily, and the little girl slipped into a small lobby. Several worn chairs and small side tables formed a little conversation area to the right, while beyond it sat a counter. Flyers were pinned to the front and sides, advertising different events or providing basic information, each one a riot of color that almost made her eyes water. Against the left wall were mailboxes, small little lockable doors, each one with a number corresponding to what she assumed were rooms above. A hallway led into the darkness beyond the counter, and Chloe was about to slip past – when she froze at the sounds of people. “C’mon, baby,” a husky male voice floated from the darkness. “I should be watching the desk.”
“You don’t wanna collect?” a female voice responded. “I promised you that you could fuck my butt if I lost, but if you wanna go back to work…”
“No!” Chloe heard the smack of flesh on flesh punctuated by a feminine squeal of half-laughter, followed by the shift of bodies. “Get that face down and that ass up!”
The ten-year-old swallowed heavily as the voices degenerated into a muffled hiss of pain and a grunt, and she shivered as she slipped forward and through the glass doors of the stairwell in front of her. The stairs were tiled concrete, switching back and forth as they soared up and provided access to the floors above, and she held the door firmly as she let it swing closed behind her. I’m in, she thought as she crept upwards, pausing at the first landing and peering at the heavy metal door with a large black 1 painted on it and a tiny square window set high that was dark. Go up to three, sneak in, and… and…
She didn’t know. She had no idea what to do next. “What’s up there?” she whispered to the phone, desperate for something, anything, any sort of clue. “What should I do?” She waited but the phone remained dark and silent, Emma either unable or unwilling to give her a hint. “C’mon, say something!” she hissed as she shook the black plastic rectangle in her hand, scowling in frustration that stemmed as much from the tingling in her pussy as her uncertainty. “Bitch,” she muttered as she slipped the phone into her pack and continued up.
The second floor landing was the same as the first, and the small square window in the door was just as dark as the one below. But the third floor was different… Chloe could hear the throbbing beat of music through the door, and the light in the window flashed and strobed as she paused. She placed her hand on the knob and felt the vibration in her palm, and she paused as she screwed up her courage. “For Hanna,” she whispered as she took a deep, steeling breath and then pulled the door open.
The hall was a riot of activity, with dozens of college students ducking in and out of open doors and laughing and squealing and being loud. Someone had turned off the hall lights, but there was plenty flowing from the rooms to let the little girl see. She let the door shut behind her and turned… and then froze as she saw the couple literally right next to her. She was perky and blonde and pressed up against the wall, he was tall and muscular and pressed against her body, and the two didn’t even acknowledge the pre-teen intruder beside them. The girl had her legs wrapped around the boy’s hips and he was thrusting into her, grunting in time to her gasping moans of pleasure as he fucked her.
Shit! Chloe tried to shrink against the wall, tried to slip past the pair on the other side of the hall, but there was no way that she could get past unnoticed. Still she tried, forcing herself to creep forward, holding her breath and willing herself invisible. She glanced at the pair and froze as she saw the girl’s eyes lock with her, saw the tiny frown curl the corner of her lips down as the coed stared at the ten-year-old. “You…” the coed gasped as the boy rammed inside of her. “You… you’re… not… supposed… to be… here!” The little girl opened her mouth to reply, to lie, to claim something¸ but the words died in her throat as the coed’s eyes rolled into the back of her skull and she hissed a moan of pure bliss as she came. At the same time the boy stopped thrusting and growled, pressing his cock deep in the climaxing girl and trembling as he came inside her spasming pussy. Chloe didn’t waste the opportunity, and slipped past the pair and into the storm.
The entire dorm hallway took on the feeling of a nightmare, and the ten-year-old was reminded of the time she had gotten sick and had suffered through a night of fever dreams. The floor seemed to undulate under her feet, rolling and pitching as if she were on a boat at sea instead of a building, and she was forced to half-lean against the wall as she made her way deeper. Everywhere she looked she saw sex – men and women, students and professors and who-knows-who, sucking and fucking and groping and using each other as if they didn’t exist unless they came. In one dorm room a small, skinny girl barely taller than Chloe herself but with the rounded hips and small breasts indicating that she at least had reached puberty was riding a prone jock, who seemed to delight in slapping her tiny A-cup breasts while she bounced and twisted and ground on his cock... Across the hall was a tall black woman easily in her thirties and a smaller Asian girl who looked barely eighteen, nude on the bed with their legs splayed wide and their hips rolling as they gasped and ground their pussies together… A girl in a cheerleading uniform kneeling with two cockheads in her mouth and another two shafts in her palms, working to extract even more spunk from her targets’ balls to add to the stuff already soaking into her tight sweater… A distinguished-looking man seated in a chair, his gaze arrogant as a sobbing coed in a g-string lapped at his erection… Sex was everywhere, and Chloe felt herself getting dizzy at the sheer depravity of it all.
Stranger still, few of the fuckers even seemed to notice the intruder in their midst. The Asian girl had stared at her as she slipped past the open door but she didn’t say anything, while one of the guys getting a blowjob from the cheerleader had locked eyes with the little girl as she slipped past. The professor-guy dominating his student looked directly at her as he laced his fingers through the hair of his victim and forced her mouth down around his cock, frowning at the pre-teen and ignoring the suddenly-flailing hands of the choking girl before him. “You’re not supposed to be here,” he muttered, and then he tore his attention from Chloe and gave the gagging girl a rough slap across the side of her head as he forced more his cock down her straining throat. “You want to pass, then take it all, you little cunt,” he hissed.
The ten-year-old reached the end of the hall where it branched into a T-intersection and sagged against the wall. That was harsh, she thought as she tried to settle her sick stomach and banish all that she had seen from her mind. She frowned to herself as she scratched her belly, realizing that she hadn’t seen Hanna in any of the rooms. “Did Emma lie?” she wondered aloud as she looked around the corner and down two empty halls, one stretching into the distance with more open dorm rooms while the other ended shortly at another stairwell door. Where is she? Chloe wondered – and then angrily snatched her own fingers away from her own pussy, forcing herself to focus in on her mission and not on her painfully-stiff clit. “Not now,” she hissed as she pinched her belly flesh in the hopes that the sensation would keep her focused. “Choose a direction, find Hanna!”
Unbidden, her phone chimed with another text, and Chloe fished it out of her pack.
Turn right, first open door on the right.
She’s in the laundry room. Cock twenty-four.
Whatchya gonna do?
Chloe turned right and slipped down the hall, towards the open door and the voices, having to consciously fight to continue moving forward, each step feeling like she were trying to wade through waist-deep mud, and paused next to the frame. She could hear them, she could sense the sheer number of people in the room next to her, and she didn’t want to look – didn’t want to see, didn’t want to know, didn’t want to face what she was afraid she would have to face. She heard masculine grunts of effort, heard laughs of contempt, heart the squelch of wet sex and the squeak of furniture scraping against hard tile and choking sounds, and she couldn’t… A male voice rose above the din, a mocking voice that seemed to drip arrogance. “Remember guys, this is for the beer!” he called. “We got three cunts, two townies and Professor Compton, so there’s no waiting! A dollar a hole, keep the donations coming!”
She didn’t want to know… I have to know! For Hanna… Chloe swallowed hard, gripped the doorframe, and peeked inside…
The ten-year-old peered into a scene from Hell, and she had to bite her lip to keep from shrieking in horror. The laundry room was filled with people, filled with men, most in various states of undress. They were tall and muscular, lean and hard, white and black and Hispanic, a rainbow coalition of predators. But nobody was looking at the door and the pre-teen spy… instead, they were focused on the activities within. Several tables had been pulled into the center of the room, and three were occupied by still female forms. One was a tiny little Asian girl, the second an older redhead who looked to be a teacher or something, and the third sported…
Hanna! Chloe bit her lip even harder, the flash of pain and the taste of blood in her mouth distant as she choked back a sob. The sixteen-year-old was laid out like a prize, laying on the Formica surface limply. Her head dangled over one edge and her legs splayed wide, allowing anyone and anything easy access to her fuzzed slit. Her flesh gleamed in the light of the room and her long blonde hair was a tangled, gummed-up mess, both covered with a combination of sweat and spunk, her face and body slimy mask of male seed that proved just how many of the rapists within had taken advantage of her semi-conscious state. She watched with horror as a guy held his cock inside her mouth, ignoring the weak gags of the girl as he gripped a tiny B-cup breast so tight that the little girl could see his fingers digging into Hanna’s flesh, while another guy half-lay across her prone form and tensed, his muscular thighs and hard ass trembling, as he held his cock deep inside the teenager’s pussy and emptied the contents of his balls into her.
A tiny part of her was horrified by what she was witnessing, sickened at the abuse that Hanna was going through – but a far larger part was fascinated. A tiny little ache formed in between her legs as she watched the stoned teenager whimpering as a large, muscular black man thrust inside of the helpless sixteen-year-old, his jet-black shaft sliding in and out of Hanna’s swollen pussy, his skin standing out in sharp relief against her white flesh, and the little girl felt – jealous? Oh WOW, so hot… she thought as she watched another football player position himself in front of Hanna’s limp head and slide his cock into her slack mouth as the teenager moaned and gagged slightly. Chloe felt dizzy, felt confused, felt hornier than Hell, and while a tiny voice in her head shrieked that it was sick, it was wrong, that she had to do something, another part wanted to get what Hanna was getting, to feel what the helpless teenager was feeling. She felt rather than heard a presence behind her, and she twisted her head and looked over her shoulder, looked squarely at the massive black cock that danced and swayed and jutted at her face accusingly, and automatically her mouth fell open and she flicked her tongue out, tasting the musky maleness of the rod in front of her. The ten-year-old’s eyes half-rolled into her skull as she suckled on the tip, even as she felt herself being pulled, being dragged into the room, felt the hands running over her pre-teen body, felt her tee shirt being torn open and pulled from her body, feeling her miniskirt being yanked down her legs, feeling the impact as she was thrown onto the table, feeling the piercing agony of a cock being shoved into her wet and welcoming pussy as she opened her mouth as far as possible and let the cock slide down her throat and felt the cocks sliding in her palms as she pumped her fists…
Everything seemed to fade into a fuzzy semi-reality as the entire world warped around her. Chloe felt weak and dizzy, almost as if the Dark Force had leeched every ounce of energy from her body – but at the same time she felt so happy, so alive! They’re fucking me, she giggled to herself as she felt the pounding in her slit end with a splashing wetness and then vanish only to be replaced by another cock pressing into the cleft between her legs and slide inside of her and she wanted to scream for more but the other cock in her mouth tasted SO GOOD and she didn’t want it to go away… The pre-teen whimpered and worked her tongue around the cockhead wedged between her lips and shuddered as she tasted the boy-stuff splash into the back of her mouth and ooze down her throat to her belly. Her suckling toy was pulled from between her lips and she whined in frustration, but it was quickly replaced by another – while the boy working between her legs filled her fully and another sudden warm, wet gush into her belly tore a shuddering orgasm from her womb. He was replaced by one who lifted her legs up and pressed into her butt, while another on her left pressed his cock into her pumping hand and his twin did the same on her right. A spatter arced across her flat chest, and then another across her belly, and a third pooled in the hollow of her throat, and then the gushing wetness in her butt and down her throat, and each cock vanished but was replaced by another, and the tickle on her cheeks and forehead and belly and legs made her giggle again and she faded from everything, faded from the universe, became nothing more than a mouth and a cunt and an ass designed to be used again and again and everything every boy cock that had ever existed was stabbing into her Feels so GOOD! and the flowing gushing wetness and she came and the boys came and she came again I’m ready put a BABY in my TUMMY and a thick cock stretching her pussy and she choked but swallowed and splashing wetness deep in her womb and she came again and again and again and again fuck me fuck ME I deserve IT I’m WORTHLESS I’m NOTHING harder HARDER FUCK ME HARDER RAPE ME RAPE ME FUCK ME until I have your BABY I exist only to be RAPED AND TAKE ALL OF YOUR CUM IN ME CUM IN ME CUMINME MORE MORE CUM MORE CUM MOREMOREMOREMOREMORE…
And then there was a distant chime, so quiet, so vague, that the little girl wasn’t sure if she actually heard it or if she imagined it. A distant chime of an incoming text, and she read imagined the message that she received.
Oh, I don’t think so. Not this one. Wake up, little lezzie dyke…
With a sudden rush a hot heat raced through her mind, and suddenly reality snapped back into being and she was Chloe once more. The ten-year-old felt the icy coldness of the industrial table under her back, felt the slimy wetness coating her body, felt everything happening to her. The men surrounding her reeked of sweat and stale beer and body odor, a stench almost so overpowering that her stomach roiled, and it was only because of the thick, meaty boy-cock wedged into the back of her gagging throat that she wasn’t sick. At the same time she felt the pounding of another cock in her cunny, her aching, straining, fucked-far-too-much and rubbed raw pussy, the thick head driving deep into her pre-teen body and punching her bruised cervix over and over. The little girl tried to open her eyes but her lids were gummed shut by a sticky ick, and she flopped weakly as she tried to bring her hands up to her face. And then the guy in front of her groaned and tensed, and Chloe felt his spunk spurting against the back of her throat and she gagged at the taste and it shot out of her nose and she realized that her FACE was coated with the stuff and it was all over her body and in her hair and the guy in her pussy came and filled her womb with MORE STUFF IT’S TOO MUCH and she sobbed as she realized that she could do nothing to prevent yet more boy-seed from being injected straight into her unprotected womb. I don’t wanna baby, she whimpered weakly as the man clambered down and was instantly replaced by another who roughly shoved his cock fully into her straining pussy and pounded into her once more. I don’t wanna be Jennifer!!! Oh God, she thought helplessly as the guy in front of her pulled his cock out of her mouth with a wet pop and let her head fall over the edge of the table. She felt wet, sticky, disgustingly slimy, and she worked her arms weakly as the guy between her splayed thighs gave one, two, three more hard, bruising thrusts and then pulled out as well. Almost instantly a wet flow accompanied by a truly sickening gurgle happened in the pit of her stomach, and she felt what seemed like a swimming pool of jizz ooze from her gaping pre-teen slit and dribble down between her ass cheeks. Chloe rolled onto her side, shivering in horror as she realized that the wetness inside her body was SPERM from DOZENS of guys who had taken the opportunity to rape her while she was stoned like Hanna…
Hanna! The memory of why she was there, why she had sacrificed herself, crashed back into her consciousness, and she forced herself to move. She gingerly wiped the spunk from her eyelids enough to crack them open as she rolled onto her tummy, every movement of her body causing more stuff to ooze from her pussy and asshole, and craned her head over as her jism-soaked pigtails dangled and dripped onto the floor. The teenager was on a table like she, her head lolling lifelessly off the edge and her eyes glassy, her hair matted and her body shiny with the evidence of how many men had used her helpless body, as a tall black guy in a football jersey spread her thighs achingly wide and raped her. “No, stop,” she mumbled thickly as the guy tensed and came inside the girl. Hanna moaned weakly but didn’t react as he pushed off of her with a grunt and turned, and then Chloe watched as yet another guy took his place and rammed his cock home inside the teenager’s pussy.
The ten-year-old tried to pull herself forward, but a sudden pair of hands on the backs of her thighs stopped her and she felt herself being pulled back. “No,” she whispered as her legs fell over the edge of the table and a pair of thumbs pressed into the meat of her ass cheeks, spreading them apart as the tip of a thick, throbbing cock pressed against her well-used asshole. The little girl flopped weakly as she felt her aching iris stretch wide and whimpered helplessly as a burning pain flowered in her butt, but the sheer amount of spunk already in her rectum allowed her rapist to slide in easily, and she could do nothing more but squirm as she felt her shitter being violated yet again. “Stop, please stop,” she whispered.
Stay quiet, Emma texted into her mind. Play along. Just take it like a big girl.
“I can’t,” she whimpered. Every thrust into her ass felt like fire, felt like it was tearing apart her insides – and yet her body betrayed her and she shuddered with a tiny little pre-orgasm as she felt his balls slap against her spunk-soaked pussy lips. “I don’t want to do this,” she moaned, her words barely audible to her own ears.
You have to. Don’t break character. The coed’s text felt sympathetic in her mind, almost apologetic. They will kill you if they realize that you’re aware of what’s really happening.
Chloe froze at the words, and then simply went limp as she sobbed in pain-tinged misery. The guy in her ass thrust harder and harder, and then tensed, and the little girl felt yet more gushing wetness fill her backside and rode the humiliating wave of her Dark Force orgasm once more. “Please make it stop,” she whispered as she struggled to remain conscious as her pussy twisted and rolled and sought to suck more boy-seed into her womb.
It’s almost over. They’re almost done, and then you can act.
The ten-year-old felt the guy pull his cock out of her ass, but she remained still, resting her slimy cheek against the surface of the table as she tried to peer about her with her one un-gummed eye. There were fewer men in the room – two more were raping the Asian girl, while the redhead and Hanna simply lay lifeless on their tables, their legs splayed open and their bodies gleaming from the thick layer of jism coating their flesh. Chloe felt a stabbing pain in her chest as her eyes raked over the teenager’s ravaged form, almost trying to wipe away the thick layer of glossy jism from Hanna’s face through sheer force of will. “Why won’t you help me?” she sobbed/whispered to the air as she let gravity take over and slid off the end of the table to flop onto the cold, hard tile floor.
I am helping you, the mind-text read. Move NOW. You’ve only got a small window to get out before more come. Unless you want another fifty guys to cum inside you…
Chloe whimpered in pain – her entire body ached, her shoulders and hips and elbows and knees and neck feeling like they were filled with ground glass as she shifted her bruised form – but she forced herself to roll onto her knees. The movement tore a wet gurgle from her guts, and both her tiny slit and puckered asshole oozed thick, sticky dollops of cum as she made herself crawl across the floor. It was only a few feet to Hanna’s table but it felt like it took her hours to move, and every second seemed to remind her of the jism cooling on her flesh. She managed to reach up and grasp the edge of the table, pulling herself upright and managing to stand on her week, wobbly legs as she leaned over. “Hanna,” she whispered as she gently wiped some of the sperm from the teenager’s face. “Hanna, wake up.”
“Chloe?” Hanna voice was weak, woozy, thick and filled with confusion. The sixteen-year-old shifted slightly and coughed, and a massive wad of spunk oozed from her painfully-swollen pussy like she was giving birth to a giant white slug. “They drugged me, ‘n they kept fuckin’ me,” she whispered. The teenager rolled onto her side and hugged herself, sniffing lightly at first before her body shook with misery. “They raped me, ‘n I couldn’t stop it,” she sobbed weakly. Tears ran from the corners of her eyes, cutting rivulets through her cum-mask as she started to cry. “I feel dirty, I don’ want you to see me like this,” she whimpered. “I wanna go home!”
“I’m here, I’ll help you,” Chloe whispered. She helped the teenager slide across the slick tabletop, feeling her palms slide over Hanna’s cum-slicked flesh, and tensed as she collapsed to the floor. “Come on,” she added as she draped one of the girl’s arms over her shoulder and gripped her ribs tightly, helping her upright. “We need to go!”
The pair slowly made their way towards the door, Chloe staggering on weak, unsteady feet and Hanna half-crawling, each leaving a snail-trail of slime on the floor behind them. “Thank you,” the sixteen-year-old whispered in the little girl’s ear. “Thank you!”
“I’m here, we’re together now, I’ll save you,” Chloe whispered back.
“I love you Chloe,” Hanna sobbed as she rested her head on the little girl’s shoulder. “You’re too young, way too young, but you’re always there for me…”
“I love you too, Hanna.” The door was empty and open, and the ten-year-old peeked out, turning her head first one way and then the other. There’s the door, is it an exit? Should we risk it? “We’ll get out of here.”
“No, I love you.” Chloe heard the emphasis, the firmness in the teenager’s words, and she turned back to the girl with a questioning look. Hanna was staring at her with wide, tear-reddened eyes, and before she could react the teen leaned forward. Her lips met Chloe’s, her kiss passionate as her lips parted and her tongue darted out. Chloe stiffened at first… but then she felt the fire in her belly, felt her pussy twitch, and she let her eyes flutter shut as she returned the kiss. Her lips parted as well and her tongue ventured out to meet the teen’s, tasting the spunk on her lips, tasting the dozens of men who had used her friend’s – her lover’s – mouth as a fuck-hole, but she didn’t care.
The little girl broke the kiss and pulled her head back slightly to regard her helpless teenager. “Hanna, I…” she whispered, but the words died in her throat as she searched the girl’s blue eyes, and her heart thudded in her chest. “I love you too, Hanna,” she whispered. A hot fire burned deep in her cum-soaked womb, and she returned her lips to the teenager’s, letting her palm slide over the girl’s pert breasts and down her flat tummy, moving instinctively to the sensitive cleft between Hanna’s legs…
A soft whistle interrupted her thoughts, and Chloe broke the kiss once more and peered over her shoulder. There, down the hall close to the intersection, stood Emma. The coed had an amused look on her face that didn’t reach her red eyes, and she crossed her arms under her firm breasts as she leaned against the wall. Chloe met her gaze, and Emma graced her with a faint smile that seemed as much mocking as humorous. “Little lezzie dyke,” she whispered in amusement. Chloe opened her mouth to speak, to beg for help, but Emma broke off her stare and looked past the pair, her amused mask morphing to a dark, angry look in an instant. Without fanfare she flicked one hand out and pointed. Chloe turned her head…
There, standing before the door and freedom, standing where seconds before there had been nothing, stood The Darkness. Even in the harsh florescent lights of the hallway it was difficult to see details – the thing, the Dark Force, was a mass of shadows and malevolent evil, swirling fog that was there and not-there at the same time. But she could sense its gaze on she and Hanna, feel the glare of the thing as it glowered at the pair. Chloe felt her heart thud to a stop as an icy terror ran up her spine and she involuntarily whimpered in fear as she cowered, and beside her she felt Hanna shiver and whimper as the danger cut through the haze of drug-induced fog wrapping the teenager’s consciousness and knifed deep into her animal brain.
And then… it spoke. It’s voice was cold, dark, evil – it sounded as if it was the thing that dragged souls to Hell, that took glee in causing pain and suffering and tormenting the helpless, that would laugh as it tore at her flesh and bathed in her blood as it watched the life fade from her eyes as she howled in mindless insanity. Its voice was the dark and cold of the grave as it stared at the trembling girls, almost seeming to draw strength from their horrified whimpers. “You’re not supposed to be here,” it hissed quietly, and its soft words contained an army of shrieking demons that punched the little girl’s ears and shrieked in madness.
It stared at them, and the world seemed to freeze around Chloe… and then everything happened in an instant. The Darkness’s mouth fell open to reveal dagger-like teeth, each razor-sharp and as long as her arm, while its hands curled into knife claws and it lunged. Chloe shrieked in terror and clutched Hanna to her body. No, I don’t wanna die!” her mind screamed. Beside her she felt Hanna clutch her in a crushing hug, her shriek an alto counterpoint to Chloe’s and a cold wind wafted across their abused bodies, and No please NO! as she threw herself backwards, back into the laundry RAPE room, and she felt the hands of the rapists football team grasp at her shoulders and the arousal spike in her sperm-filled womb once more the skittering of claws on the walls as the thing bore down on them the cockhead pressing against her tight asshole and she screwed her eyes shut as she felt a cock being shoved into her mouth and don’t look don’t look NEVER LOOK No no NO it can’t end like THIS I want my mommy I WANNA GO HOME!!!
And everything seemed to twist as the floor beneath her bruised knees buckled beneath her around her inside her and the thing fell upon them and she felt the tips of its claws press against her neck and slice into her flesh
Silence.
Chloe whimpered, her entire body trembling as she waited, waited for the stabbing pain, waited for the thing to tear open her body, waited… for death.
Silence.
She heard her own rasping breaths, felt her heart thudding in her chest and the roil of semen in her belly, smelled the spunk and sweat and sheer terror wafting from her body. Hanna was beside her, clutching her waist in a python grip and pressing her bruised cheek to Chloe’s ribs as a dull, weak whimper issued from between her lips. We’ll die together, the ten-year-old thought as she sank to her knees and… waited.
Silence.
At least I told Hanna I loved her. The admission of her truth, the truth, gave her a tiny glow of happiness, and she clutched her lover tightly…
Silence.
“What…” Chloe cracked open her eyes, blinking through the gobs of jism coating her eyelashes as she peered out…
… at her own bedroom. She and Hanna were kneeling on the carpeting, the plush pile soft against their knees, and the dim light from the lamp beside her bed giving the room a warm glow. They were alone, absolutely alone. No men… no coeds… no hallway no laundry room no football player-rapists no Emma no Darkness. There was just she and Hanna, the pair of them kneeling on the floor mid-way between her bed and the door, their nude and hard-used bodies out of place amongst the innocent, girlish decor. The ten-year-old glanced at the teenager, taking in her cum-slicked form, her dazed and unfocused gaze, the tiny dribble of drool oozing from her corner of her mouth and the tears flowing from her bruised eyes. “I love her,” Hanna whispered. “I love her, I jus’ got her, I jus’ tol’ her, I don’t wanna die…” her words slurred by the drugs in her system as she mumbled.
Chloe hugged her tight, feeling protective, feeling love, feeling… confused. “What just happened?!?” she whispered weakly as she screwed her eyes shut and felt tears of her own running down her cheeks.
