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Story_intro: Katie is five, and doesn't want any more orgasms, but the device doesn't stop.


Katie Is Silent, ch 1

Written by Lavrenti
	
	
	Katie is silent.  Under her flowered blanket there is a unsteady hum, and some night noises can be heard through the open window, but Katie is silent and rigidly still.  Her arms are flat to her sides, held there by thick soft leather straps—enough to hold an enraged rhino, let alone a pretty five-year-old girl.  Her heavy little legs are lewdly splayed beneath the blanket, allowing an elaborate and relentless device full access to her plump baby puss.  Her head is strictly held down, and her pretty little mouth is filled with a large and horrifying gag.  She is blindfolded, and lost in a world of endless stimulation and exhaustion.  It is nearly 3:30 in the morning.  Bedtime was at seven.

	The heavy device under the blanket provides her with an unending variety of stimulation.  A wheelbrush whirrs over her tiny clit; a dildo inflates to impossible sizes; a needle jabs her labia.  Sometimes the dildo vibrates, spins, pumps in and out at random speeds, changes shape.  Electric shocks flow at random into her little nipples, her puss, her clit, the big plug in her bottom.  The device cannot be ignored.  Katie doesn't want to have any more orgasms, but she starts snuffing air desperately into her little freckled nose, and suction devices attaching to her nipples send her over the edge, her little body straining and trying to buck against the eternal straps.  Slowly, the wrenching orgasm fades, her tiny heart pounding, her muffled screaming done.  A pump activates, and water begins to fill her little bottom.  She dreads this.  It is cold, and it makes her little tummy stretch tight.
  
	Each of her little fingers is individually strapped down.  Her perfect little legs are doubled, bent cruelly tight at the knee and cinched, then spread apart and fastened to the bed.  A thick foam pillow under her bottom raises her puss up for full access.  The straps across her chest are so tight she can only breathe in little gasps, and when she cums she sometimes blacks out, her pug nose flaring, trying to get enough air.
  
	Suddenly the wheelbrush lowers into contact with her clit, spinning madly, the stiff bristles tormenting the engorged little button, and her big rubber dildo simultaneously inflates to a ridiculous size and starts pumping in and out of her pussy at a rate of three or four times a second.  Her nipples are suctioned nearly off her chest, and big zaps of electricity fly at random all over.  Her baby tummy is so full of sloshing water, and she is so exhausted, so drained, she can't stand another moment of it.  She tries to scream, tries to escape, tries to move at all, but Katie is silent and rigidly still.
  
	Not more than seven feet from her open window, people sometimes pass by on the sidewalk, talking and laughing and unaware of the relentless silent torment going on.  Katie's daddy lets her hear them, so she can hope for a rescue that will never come.  Sometimes she hears other children playing outside, and wonders what it would be like if she wasn't a "slutty little slave girl".  She cries a lot, but that doesn't stop the device or the orgasms.  She has spent every night of her life since her third birthday strapped down and cumming, and every day of it serving as a hobbled, tormented kiddy-slave for her daddy and a dozen of his friends.  She loves her daddy, but she wishes his friends wouldn't fuck her so hard.  She might complain, but she hasn't been allowed to speak in two years.

	The big dildo, impossibly, inflates again, slamming deep into her, ratcheting back and forth at a blur, the motor loud enough to be heard from the sidewalk.  Katie cums again, gurgling and shaking in horrid pleasure, but it is not enough.  The device seems to want more, seems to want to make her cum herself to death.  Somewhere in her mind she finally gives in to it, and humps back a tiny, tiny bit against the device, seeking what pleasure she can find in her quiet little hell.  Something snaps in her mind, and now she feels her daddy's love for her in every bristle on the clit-wheel and every brutal pounding of her cervix.  Later, she will try to fight again.  It doesn't matter.  Whatever she does, Katie will not escape the device.  But for now, she is happy.  Her plump little cunny is stuffed, her tummy is grossly stretched with water, her mouth is filled with the huge, pointy, inhuman torture gag, and she is cumming for her daddy.  









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