Programming: Chapter 6 - The Sisterhood
by The Pediatrician
mc; Mg; M+g; bg; bdom; Mdom; anal; oral; inc; preg; nc; caution
From her seat in the front row of the theater, real-life Chloe winced sympathetically as she remembered just how rough shooting the scene had been. There hadn’t been enough lube, her co-star had been well endowed, and after her reaming she had trouble sitting for several days afterwards. I’m just glad THAT was the last scene I had to shoot to finish off the film, she mused as she squirmed a bit in her chair. But it was still rough on stage that evening.
She felt Piotr shift next to her, and smiled a small smile of sheer happiness as she tightened her grip on his hand. “Impressive,” he whispered in her ear. “And very hot.”
“Thank you,” she whispered back. She turned her head and gave him a quick kiss, their lips meeting for the briefest of instants as her heart pounded in her chest. “I see it as training for making you happy,” she added with a wicked little grin.
“Liar.” There was no heat behind the accusation as he graced her with a kind smile, and she snuggled against his arm as they turned their attention back to the screen.
It was Sunday evening – a strange day for a movie premiere if she had to be honest, but it was the only day that the studio could arrange, given the chaos that was going to ensue over the coming week. Shooting for Wild Wilderness started on Wednesday, but before she could head out to the location she had two days worth of promotional work to do on her latest release, two shifts at the club, a late-night encounter with a long-term client who had a fetish for daddy/daughter rape fantasies, and her weekly injection to encourage her ovaries to ignore the fact that she was physically far too young to bear children and start producing eggs. AND she had to do all of that while making sure she went to school. Busy, she thought with a little frown. How am I gonna pull it all off?
On the screen her own face towered as the cameraman went in for a close-up of her tear-stained cheeks and bared teeth, and the speakers in the theater sent her faux-whimper of agony oozing over the audience. A quiet rustle and soft murmur drew her attention to the left, where others of the cast and their dates celebrated the premiere. In the flickering light of the film she saw Jesse kneeling before the row of seats, her head bobbing up and down in the lap of one tall, muscular black guy while her hands furiously pumped the cocks of two others. Slut, she groused with a tiny little scowl of annoyance as she watched a fourth guy crawl behind the eight-year-old porn star and pull up the back of her tiny dress to expose her bare, little-girl ass. A shriek of her own voice from the speakers pulled her attention back to the screen, where the shot zoomed out to take in all of her trembling glory.
“I’m glad I backed this thing,” Piotr remarked as he squeezed her hand.
Chloe snuggled in closer and pressed her cheek against his shoulder, raising her face to his and gracing him with a smile. “I’m glad you like me enough to help my career,” she replied softly. She raised her face a bit higher as his lips met hers, the pair sharing another delicate, gentle kiss.
The week that had passed since the Eastern European millionaire had fucked her pre-teen brains out in the elegant hotel room downtown had passed in a whirlwind. At first she had been suspicious… he seemed to genuinely like her, to see her as a human being instead of the whore that she was. But the sex had been so spectacular, his large form dwarfing her tiny one and his huge cock tearing her immature cunny apart every time he thrust into her that she actually found herself craving more. The ten-year-old was still sore the next morning and squirmed in her seat all through class, but a text from him at noon had driven all thoughts of discomfort from her mind. He had picked her up from school and driven her to the club for her shift on stage, and the conversation was light and she was happy – so happy that she had rewarded him by taking his seed in her mouth, sucking him off with a wild abandon that had surprised herself more than he, and fingered her hairless slit furiously until she came not once, but twice.
They slept together that evening, and the next, and the next, and by Thursday she was hopelessly smitten. She felt another flash of confused suspicion on Friday when she found out that he had bought the studio – and indeed hadn’t even blinked as he transferred tens of millions of dollars into the previous investors’ accounts – but the six orgasms he had forced her trembling pre-teen body to feel within the first five minutes of spearing into her had driven those thoughts from her mind. Saturday was all about her, and he took her to the park (where they walked hand in hand and he fucked her in a secluded copse of trees) and shopping at the mall (where a second round of little girl/grown man sex was completed in a tiny, cramped changing room as pre-teen girls chatted and laughed and got naked in the booths around them) and to the most elegant restaurant she had ever experienced (where she complemented the scrumptious feast with Piotr-semen sauce, crawling under the table to suck and lap at his massive member until he splurted his seed across her tongue). They made love again that evening – and that was what it was, making love. She had to admit that he was just as rough, just as aggressive fucking her, and it had hurt just as badly as he pinned her miniscule form to the mattress and tore into her… but she welcomed it, she craved it, and as she came three times in rapid succession before he even came once as she begged him to rape her, to break her will, to make her into his own personal little fuck-toy, and she realized that she loved it.
That she loved him.
That’s INSANE!!! her mind screamed for the millionth time as she slipped her tongue between his lips, released his palm, and grasped his wrist in both her hands. I’m just a whore, what’s wrong with him that he loves me? Chloe spread her legs slightly and slipped his fingers down between her thighs, letting him feel the sheer white-hot heat radiating from her satin-covered pre-teen slit. She gasped into his mouth as she felt his pads press against her stiff little clit, feeling the twisting twinge deep in her belly as her arousal spiked. She dropped one tiny hand to his lap and found him hard, and her decision was made for her. “I need you right now,” she whimpered as she broke the kiss with a tiny wet pop.
Piotr glanced on either side of them, his gaze taking in Jesse taking on four towering black guys at once, of Harper slouching in her seat as a six-year-old extra from the film lapped at her pussy, of the sheer sex filling the theater, and cocked a crooked grin at the tiny blonde. “Here? Where everyone can see?” he said softly as he stroked her sex. “But what about your innocent reputation?”
“Asshole,” she replied with a tiny titter and a gentle swat to his muscular chest. “I think that’s long gone,” she added as she cocked her head at the screen, where a thirty-foot-high Chloe bore down on the cock in her ass as the gym teachers fingers rolled her stiff clit. She pushed his hand away, raised her hips from her seat, and slid the tiny g-string down her thighs. “And since I can’t be an innocent little girl anymore,” she continued as she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his trousers, letting his massive, forearm-long cock spring free from its fabric cage, “I guess I’ll just be a slutty little whore that I am.”
“I think you should stop calling yourself that,” he said with a little frown of annoyance as the ten-year-old clambered up onto his lap.
“Well, what should I call myself then?” she asked as she gripped his cock with both hands – he was still so big that her fingers couldn’t wrap all the way around! – and rubbed the tip against her drooling slit.
“How about my lover?” he suggested.
Chloe froze, her emotions warring with what she hoped beyond hope was true, and her hopes won out. With a whimper of surrender, with tears of joy streaming down her cheeks, she pressed her lips against his, surrendering her will to him totally even as she pressed her hips down, forcing her far-too-small pussy onto his far-too-big member, forcing herself onto him as he pushed down on her hips and she felt a joy that she had never felt before
Chloe gasped as she felt the cock slid into her warm, wet slit. He’s fucking me it’s so good! she sleepily thought as the sensations of his balls bumping up against her flat ass sent a little shiver up her spine. As she felt him pull out slightly and ram his way back inside of her she gasped again and let her legs fall open a bit more, giving him access to all of her body, tilting her hips slightly to get more of the wonderful feeling radiating from her cunny, through her belly and straight into her brain.
Wait, she thought as her half-asleep mind started to make connections. I’m not dreaming anymore, who… She felt him pull back his hips and ram home once more, and she squeaked as she opened her eyes…
And stared, horrified, into the grinning face of Dylan. _Good morning, Worthless Cunt,_ he snickered as he pumped again, harder, more violent. _Time to wake up!_
_No!_ The girl struggled beneath her twin brother, trying to buck him off her body, trying to force his cock out of her slick sex, trying to stop her violation. She felt her stomach twist in revulsion as his grin widened and he slammed back home once more, his boy-cock stretching out her little-girl pussy. _Get off of me get out!_ she yelled.
At least, she tried to yell. All that came out of her mouth was a low croak, her howl of horrified outrage muffled by the Dark Force.
_Why would I want to do that?_ Dylan replied with a sneer. He gave her a quick, light slap across one cheek that was more surprising than painful, and then wrapped his hand around her flailing wrists. _Just lay back and take it like the slut you are,_ he ordered as he pinned her hands above her head, using the weight of his body to hold her steady as he fucked his sister. _You love it and you know it! After all,_ he added with a wicked grin, _you proved it last night!_
Chloe sobbed in humiliation, but she let her body go limp as the memories of her lesson from the previous night came flooding back. It’s useless to fight it, she thought as she screwed her eyes shut and willed her torment to end. THEY’LL just make me do it anyway… She tried to think of something else, anything else, anything but the feeling of her own brother’s cock sliding in and out of her slick pussy, anything but her own body’s response as she felt herself getting wetter and the heat from her sex warming her belly. She felt him shift forward as he pressed into her, and instinctively she pulled her knees a bit higher to relieve the discomfort in her tiny, hairless slit.
_Take it cunt!_ Dylan hissed above her, his lips inches away from her cheek, his hot breath washing over her face. He grunted and increased the tempo of his thrust, plunging inside of her as deep as possible, his ten-year-old balls slapping against her flat ass as he fucked her, and Chloe reflexively let a moan of arousal slip past her lips. _I knew you liked it! Say it!_
_I hate you!_ she whispered in reply. _I hate you, I hate it!_ But to her horror her body gave lie to her words, becoming more aroused with each thrust, her pussy drooling and welcoming his cock into her body, her nipples painfully hard enough to cut glass. She screwed her eyes shut even tighter and whimpered as her hips rolled in time with his, setting up a natural rhythm designed to get her off, and the little girl trembled as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, clutching her body to his as he violated her.
_Liar._ His breathing grew ragged and his thrusts grew more insistent, and Chloe felt a sickness in her stomach as she realized that he was on the edge. Her own body betrayed her though… Just the thought that in moments he would cum, that he would fill her pre-teen womb with his thick, hot seed sent a shiver up her spine, and a dull roar echoed in her ears as her own arousal spike even higher. _Here it comes, cunt!_ he hissed as he tensed.
Chloe almost jerked in surprise when he buried himself inside of her as deep as possible, and the first jet of spunk splashed against her warm, wet cunny. The feeling of his jism sent her over the edge, and despite the humiliating knowledge that it was her own brother fucking her the helpless ten-year-old came, her entire body trembling and stiffening as her pussy undulating around his cock in encouragement to impregnate her. No no no no no… The blonde whimpered in shame as she clutched her brother to her, wrapping her legs around his hips and locking her ankles together in the small of his back, wanting nothing more than to keep the horrifying invader in her pussy while her soul screamed in disgust. _I hate you…_ she whispered again as she felt the hot wetness fill her belly, surrendering to the inevitable. Her vision swam before her eyes, black waves cutting in and out of her sight as her body exploded into a second orgasm, her cervix irising wide and dipping into the pool of Dylan-spunk filling her fuck-hole, drawing his seed deep inside her womb. As Dylan’s hot jets slowed to a dribble all the energy seemed to drain from him, and his body went limp as he sagged on top of her. His body weight pinned her to her mattress, and Chloe could do little except lay there, her tiny form trembling as she felt his sweat slicking her torso and his seed burning in her baby-maker. Oh God no he did it HE DID IT I don’t wanna get pregnant…
_I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time, Worthless!_ Dylan gasped in her ear, his hot, fetid breath washing over her face as he gave one last pump of his hips.
_I hate you, I hate you,_ the little girl whispered.
_Why is that?_ He raised his upper body, pressing his palms into her shoulders as he peered down at her with a look of disgust on his face. _You know you’ve been begging for it for years, I just gave you what you wanted!_
“Liar!” she hissed, reverting back to normal speech, willing their twin-connection to vanish and never return as if wishing could make it true. “I never…”
_You’re always parading around in your panties and nothing else,_ he remarked with a sneer. He shoved his hips forward, and Chloe felt her gorge rise as she felt his cock spread the thick, sticky spunk around inside of her. _You’re always wriggling in your chair like you wanna finger yourself,_ he continued with another thrust. _You’re always bringing home those dyke friends of yours and hiding out in your room, where you’re all probably eating each other out,_ His next pump ripped a wet shlurping sound from her pussy, and Chloe moaned in humiliation as a thin dribble of Dylan/Chloe sex juice oozed down to her asshole. _So you begged for it, and last night you proved that you finally wanted it!_
“No, I never did those things, you’re lying!”
“Well, it doesn’t matter if it’s true or not,” he said with an evil laugh. He gave one more thrust, driving his cock home with a vengeance as Chloe squeaked in surprise, and then pulled out of her. “Because all I have to do is tell mom, and then everyone will know just what a slut you are. Is that what you want?” he asked her in a mocking tone of voice as he clambered off the mattress and stood next to her bed, his body straight and his still-stiff hairless boy-cock gleaming in the early-morning light. “Do you want me to tell everyone just what you did last night, and what you did this morning?”
“No!” Chloe instinctively crossed one arm over her bare, sweat-slicked chest to hide her nipples from his leering gaze as she pressed her thighs together and half-curled into a ball. “Please, don’t tell anyone what happened, please…” She rolled onto her hip and reached out in Dylan’s direction, her eyes wide and pleading as she begged.
“Well then,” he smirked, “lick my dick. Lick it clean.” The little girl hesitated, and her brother scowled in annoyance. “Do what I say, or I tell everyone. Now, lick my dick!”
“I… Okay.” The ten-year-old felt tears stinging the corners of her eyes as she crawled across the mattress, each shuffle of her knees causing the thick load of boy-stuff in her belly to slosh and ooze, as she surrendered to his demand. She took his semi-hard cock in her hand, trying hard not to think about what exactly the sticky stuff coating the entire shaft actually was and where it had come from, and brought her face forward. She shut her eyes and tried to find something else to think of as she flicked her tongue out, caressing the head of her brother’s rod, tasting his seed and her sex in the back of her throat as she lapped.
_That’s better,_ Dylan said with a cruel laugh. He ran his hand across her greasy scalp, gathering up her limp pigtails in one fist as he pushed his hips forward, and instinctively Chloe let her lips part as he slid into her mouth. _You should be happy,_ he added in a mocking tone. _You’re getting what you wanted! And you’re gonna be doing it a lot._
No! Chloe’s mind screamed in disgust, but she didn’t let her thoughts show on her face as she suckled her brother’s cock. That’s wrong I DON’T WANT IT oh GOD why is this happening…
_You’re going to be doing it a lot,_ he repeated as he pulled her head toward his groin while pressing his hips forward, sinking all six inches of his boy-shaft into her mouth until it bumped up against the back of her throat. The blonde girl gagged but continued squirming her tongue, intent on ending her torment as quickly as possible so she could dash into the bathroom and get the horrible stuff out of her cunny, to wash the filth off her body, to scour the sin from her soul. Still, she couldn’t help but feel a cold dread in the pit of her stomach as his slimy words continued to ooze into her ears…
_You’re gonna be doing this for the rest of your life…_
Chloe twisted the towel around her chest as she stepped across the hall and back into her bedroom. Her damp hair felt cool around her shoulders, and she had to admit that she indeed feel a bit better after her shower – between the water cascading over her stiff and sore body, the soap sliding across her pale flesh that scrubbed away her shame, and the good cry she had allowed herself for several minutes as she lay curled up in the bottom of the bathtub and let most of her brother’s spunk dribble out of her tender, swollen pussy, she felt vaguely human once more. “I can survive this,” she whispered quietly as she pushed the door shut with her heel, almost as if by saying the words aloud she could make it true through sheer force of will. I need to find out more, then I can stop it, she added silently as she let the towel drop from her nude body and kicked it in the vague direction of her hamper. She turned… and stiffened as her eyes fell upon her bed.
Her neatly made bed, and the outfit, phone, and jewelry box laid out neatly on the cover.
I didn’t do that!!! her mind screamed. Subconsciously she crossed a forearm across her flat chest while dropping her palm to her groin to hide her nudity, all while her eyes darted wildly about the room in search of an intruder. Somebody… How… Who was in here? She stared at her closet to see if the intruder were lurking inside, but the open door concealed nobody. This… Is this a Bad Thing? This IS a Bat Thing!!! How are they doing this?
The strange phone buzzed, and on leaden feet she shuffled across the carpet to the edge of the bed. With trembling fingers she swiped the screen and read the text, her heart racing in her chest…
This is your outfit for the day. Put it on.
Her eyes slid over to the clothing neatly laid out, and she felt a sickness in her stomach as the implication sank into her mind. The skirt was short, far shorter than anything she had ever worn, little more than an eight-inch swatch of pleated tartan fabric that would barely fall below her backside and would flash her everything to the world if she moved the wrong way. A pair of tiny two-inch stiletto sandals exactly her size sat next to the skirt, the heels looking tiny and fragile and impossible to wear. But the worst was the top… A tiny, small-looking demi-shirt with spaghetti straps, a lewd pink with the silhouette of a tiny girl in pigtails grasping a pole as she posed with one leg in the air, and the words Daddy’s Little Whore spelled out in red glitter. “Please, no,” the little girl whimpered, “it’s too nasty, I’ll look like a slut…”
She could almost feel the contempt radiating from the phone as the Dark Force took control of her body, and she could do nothing more than sob as she dressed in the lewd outfit. The top fit her snugly and was far too short, coming down her slim body to just under her ribcage, and she could see her tiny, stiff nipples poking through the thin cotton. The stockings fit her perfectly and stayed up on their own, but the skirt was so tiny that it barely covered anything and left wide strips of bare, pale flesh around both her belly and the tops of her thighs. She wobbled when she tried to balance on the heels but managed to stay upright, and she was almost sick to her stomach when the Dark Force turned her and she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. She looked skinny, small, a tiny little slut ready to fuck anyone and anything, and she screwed her eyes shut as her hands fluttered up to her damp hair. This can’t be happening this can’t be happening please make it stop… She felt her blonde locks being twisted into a pair of pigtails on either side of her head, and she only reopened her lids when she felt her body turn back to the bed so she wouldn’t have to see herself. “Please, no,” she whispered as tears coursed down her cheeks.
And just as suddenly the control was gone, and she could move of her own will. The phone buzzed again, and she automatically read the text.
We have a gift for you. Open the box.
She trembled as she did as she was ordered… and found a gold necklace with a tiny butterfly charm nestled inside. “What is this?” she whispered.
Put it on. You will never take it off. It is your scorecard.
“I don’t understand…” The necklace was cold around her neck, but the butterfly charm almost seemed to burn into her chest as it fell on her skin.
It’s easy.
Every charm represents a cock you have to take every day.
You have to get Dylan off every day, so you have one charm.
Every charm represents a cock you have to take every day.
You have to get Dylan off every day, so you have one charm.
“No…”
Oh, yes. Mouth, ass, cunt, it doesn’t matter. One specific cock for each charm.
It’s sad, isn’t it? You only have one charm.
But don’t worry.
You’ll be earning a lot more.
It’s sad, isn’t it? You only have one charm.
But don’t worry.
You’ll be earning a lot more.
“Please, let me go, don’t do this…”
Stop whining. It’s not so bad.
After all, we made sure you got off too this morning, didn’t we?
After all, we made sure you got off too this morning, didn’t we?
With a start, the ten-year-old realized that it wasn’t her body that had betrayed her that morning while Dylan spurted his seed into her pussy, but the Dark Force that had made her orgasm. It wasn’t me IT WASN’T ME!!! she screamed in her mind. She was careful to keep her face neutral, a mask of pain and suffering, but inside she felt her spirits lift just a bit. I’m not a slut I’m NOT dirty crazy IT WAS THEM… “What do you want me to do?” she said simply in a dull, flat voice.
The phone was silent for a moment, and then Chloe could do nothing but watch in astonishment as a series of texts came fast and furious.
Put on some makeup. Make it extra-slutty.
No, don’t do that.
We like little girls made up like sluts.
Let’s just have her walk around naked.
That’s not gonna happen. We just made her get dressed.
Red lipstick and cheap mascara that runs when she cries. We like seeing her suffer.
Can we make her wear lingerie? We like seeing the little cunts in lingerie.
EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
No, don’t do that.
We like little girls made up like sluts.
Let’s just have her walk around naked.
That’s not gonna happen. We just made her get dressed.
Red lipstick and cheap mascara that runs when she cries. We like seeing her suffer.
Can we make her wear lingerie? We like seeing the little cunts in lingerie.
EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
The little girl held her breath as the texts argued with each other, her mind a whirl of confusion. There is more than one? she wondered. And they don’t agree with each other! Can I use that? She kept all emotion from her face, and merely waited to see what the Dark Force would ultimately say.
We made her, so we get to decide what happens.
We’re a fuckwad.
And we’re an obnoxious cunt. If we don’t like it, we can just go fuck off.
No makeup today. But you’re going to learn. Every little slut should know how to use makeup.
We’re a fuckwad.
And we’re an obnoxious cunt. If we don’t like it, we can just go fuck off.
No makeup today. But you’re going to learn. Every little slut should know how to use makeup.
“I… Okay.” They don’t agree THEY DON’T AGREE!!! The ten-year-old shivered slightly as the air conditioning started with a quiet sigh and she felt a waft of cool air caress her bare backside, and subconsciously she futilely tugged the hem of the miniskirt down. A few more texts floated past, but she ignored them with sightless eyes as the wheels in her mind turned. There was more than one tormentor, of that much she was sure… but who were they? That strange shadow from the party, the one that just watched, is he one of them? she mused. One spaghetti strap fell off her shoulder, and she absentmindedly flipped it back up. Maybe… but who are the rest? And how can they see me? How can they do everything that they’re doing? Her attention snapped back into the present as another text came, and she read her ‘orders.’
Grab your things and go outside. It’s time to get going, slut.
You’ve got a lot to learn today. You’ll be learning on the job.
But don’t worry. You’ll have a mentor.
You’ve got a lot to learn today. You’ll be learning on the job.
But don’t worry. You’ll have a mentor.
“A mentor?” Chloe blurted the question before she could stop herself, and cringed as she awaited her punishment. Slowly she felt herself relax as the Dark Force let her interruption pass unremarked and instead continued to tell her what she needed to do.
Don’t bother with your homework, you won’t be doing that anymore.
Take your gym clothes and your books. Don’t forget your phone. Skip breakfast, we’ll tell you what to eat.
Get outside now. You’re ride is almost there.
Take your gym clothes and your books. Don’t forget your phone. Skip breakfast, we’ll tell you what to eat.
Get outside now. You’re ride is almost there.
The tiny blonde jumped and scrambled over to her desk. Grabbing her backpack, she stuffed her textbooks in with one hand and then cast her gaze about wildly, looking for her gym shorts and tee shirt. Spotting the somewhat dirty clothing on the floor next to the hamper, she added them to the pack – and then hesitated for a split second. Will they let me? she wondered for a heartbeat, and then made a snap decision. Scooping the last couple textbooks up in one hand, she slipped her journal between her English book and her science book and added it to the pack. Did they notice? she asked herself as she glanced at the phone, but screen remained dark. Adding the phone to her pack, she grunted softly as she hoisted the heavy load over one shoulder.
Chloe cast one last envious look at her regular, non-slut clothes as she turned opened her bedroom door, but quickly forced the thoughts out of her mind. There’s nothing I can do about it now, she mused sadly as she clattered along the hall and wobbled down the stairs, the stilettos threatening to send her tumbling head-first as she tried to descend quickly yet carefully. A faint flush of embarrassment colored her neck as she was aware of her semi-clothed state, of the cool air washing across her bare slit and over her flat ass, of her stiff nipples poking through the thin cotton of her top, but she knew that she didn’t have any other options in that instant. I have to play along, for a while, she decided as she dashed through the door and out onto the lawn.
Once I find out more, I can stop this!
“I’m sorry.”
As she stood out on the curb, her cheeks flushed with shame as drivers peered at her sleazy attire as they drove past, the distant sound of a rattling engine reached her ears, and Chloe had known instantly who her ‘mentor’ was. The beat-up sedan turned the corner and slowed to a stop in front of her, and the ten-year-old pulled open the passenger door with numb fingers as she slid into Hanna’s car. The teenager looked miserable as the little girl settled into the seat, the warmth of the vinyl seeping through the tissue-thin fabric to warm her backside, and the blonde instinctively tugged the front of the skirt to cover her hairless mons. “It’s okay,” she replied sadly as she dropped her backpack to the floor between her feet with a thud. “It’s not your fault.”
“It is. I did this to you, and I’m sorry.” As Hanna levered the gear shift down and pulled away from the curb, Chloe took in her outfit. The teenager was wearing a short, sheer dress made of the thinnest silky fabric that seemed sprayed onto her body like a second skin, hugging her waist snugly and showing the world that she didn’t carry an extra ounce of flab on her slim, nubile frame. The dress was short, barely coming down far enough to cover her groin – the little girl could see the tops of her silk stockings peeking out from under the hem – and sported a reinforced top that both lifted and pressed together Hanna’s B-cup breasts, giving her the illusion of having cleavage. Her hair cascaded down over her shoulders in a glimmering golden wave, and her makeup was smoky and perfect, with dark eyelids, a faint blush to her cheeks, and plump red lips. Around her neck she too wore a necklace, and the ten-year-old counted six butterfly charms neatly shining against her bare chest. As the teen craned her neck to make sure she could pull away safely the morning sun glinted off her smooth, slick flesh, and the little girl detected the scent of sex radiating from her friend, a scent with which she was becoming all too familiar. “I dragged you into this, I’m a complete cunt,” Hanna added in a miserable voice.
“It’s not your fault,” Chloe repeated. She reached out a hesitant hand, paused for a second, and gently laid her fingers on the teenager’s forearm. “I did this to me, by doing what I did yesterday.”
“Jesus,” a husky feminine voice remarked from the back seat, “stop trying to take the blame, both of you. It’s not our fault, it’s those assholes’ fault. They’re making us do this shit.”
Hanna glanced into the rearview mirror, one corner of her mouth curling up. “Clo, this is Jennifer McGuire. She’s had to do this a lot longer than us. Jen, this is Chloe Bauer, the girl I was telling you about.”
The little girl twisted her body and peered into the back seat… and froze in shock, her mouth open in astonishment as she took in her new comrade-in-torment. Jennifer was older than she but younger than Hanna, and unlike the two girls in the front seat she seemed resigned to her fate. She had red hair cut in a pixie style that framed her weary face, flat green eyes that seemed lifeless, and full, shiny lips curled down in a perpetual frown. However, even through the perfect makeup Chloe could tell that she had been worn down by the hell she had experienced, with a hard, cold look filling her gaze and dark circles under her eyes. The redhead was dressed in a cheerleader outfit declaring her support for the Andrew Jackson Wardogs, but it wasn’t the short skirt, or the tight top, or the girl’s barely-pubescent form that caused the ten-year-old to gasp in shock.
It was the gleaming necklace laid out on her sweater just above the tiny, gentle swells of her budding breasts, from which dangled dozens of butterfly charms. And it was her grossly-swollen belly, glaring proof of just what she had been up to.
“You’re pregnant!” Chloe squeaked in shock.
The corners of Jennifer’s mouth curled up into a tight, ironic grin that contained not the slightest bit of humor. “Really?” she said in a cold voice. “Thanks for telling me. I had no fucking idea.”
“Jen, stop being a bitch,” Hanna admonished. “She’s in the same boat as us.”
“Sorry,” the redhead replied, her tone making it perfectly clear that she wasn’t apologetic in the least. “Hello, Chloe Bauer,” she said in an exaggerated tone as she waved her arm through the air in front of her. “Welcome to the Sisterhood of the Travelling Skanks.”
“Oh my God,” the little girl whispered in horror. “They made you get pregnant?!?”
“No, they didn’t,” Jennifer replied. She turned her face to peer out the window, her pain-filled gaze distant as she relived some private horror. “This is just what happens when you take two gallons of jizz in your cunt every day without protection.”
“It’s the rules,” Hanna explained sadly. “You can’t use birth control, and you have a stable of guys you gotta fuck every day or… bad stuff happens.” She paused and turned left, her gaze turning back and forth to check for oncoming traffic. “That’s what these are,” she continued as she slowly drove down the street, her hand fluttering up to stroke her chest just below her necklace charms. “Each one represents a guy we have to…”
“It’s a cock we have to fuck,” Jennifer interjected from behind.
“But they said that we could take it anywhere,” Chloe blurted, her heart pounding in her chest as the implications of her new life sank further into her mind. “And you can’t get pregnant if you use your mouth or your butt!”
“Listen, you little shit,” the redhead hissed as she whipped her burning gaze back to the little girl, her teeth bared in rage. “I don’t know what you think you know, but sometimes it’s better just to take it in the cunt!”
“Sometimes you don’t have a choice,” Hanna explained gently. “Whatever the guy wants, that’s what you have to do.” The teenager was quiet for a second, and her face fell into a miserable mask. “I didn’t want to stop my run this morning to let a guy bang me and shoot his wad in my pussy in the men’s room at the park, but it gets him off to watch my face in the mirror as he fucks me from behind while I’m all sweaty and stuff. He surprised me by tracking me down early…”
“One cock, big fucking deal,” Jennifer groused. “I’ve been up since five, and I’ve already fucked three guys. Luckily, one wanted to rape my ass, so…” The redhead let her voice trail off as she shrugged dismissively. “There’s that.”
“Do… Do you know who the father is?” Chloe asked weakly.
The redhead grunted. “Nope. Twenty-seven regular cocks every day, and I forget how many hundreds of random one-shot fucks, so it could be anyone.” She turned her gaze back to the window, her tiny hand absentmindedly stroking her swollen belly and the child inside. “I guess I’ll find out in a few weeks,” she added sadly.
A low buzz came from Hanna’s purse, and the teenager glanced down at the bag sandwiched between her seat and Chloe’s. “There are rules you need to know about,” she said as she returned her attention to the road but nodded in the direction of her own phone. “They want me to tell you that.”
“What rules?” the little girl asked in a sick tone.
“They’ve already told you some… No birth control, if they give you a charm you have to fuck that guy every day.”
“They tell you what to wear, what to eat, where to go,” Jennifer added softly. “You have to spread your legs for everyone who wants to fuck you, and they decide if it’s someone who gets to fuck you every day.”
“How can you do all that and still do your regular stuff like school?”
“That’s… Well, things are different now.” Hanna sighed and almost seemed to slump in her seat as she slowed to a stop at an intersection. “I don’t know who they are or how they pull it off,” she continued as she pitched her voice lower, almost as if telling the little girl a secret, “but they can ‘arrange’ things so that you don’t need to worry about that sort of stuff. As long as you follow their orders you can pretty much do anything you want, go anywhere you want.”
“I… don’t understand,” Chloe replied.
“Look, kid.” Jennifer grunted slightly as she leaned forward to peer into the front seats, a look of effort on her face almost as if it was exhausting to simply move her body. “I haven’t been to school in three months… well, except for the two teachers and a security guard who pop off inside of me every weekday. I just don’t have time, considering everyone I have to fuck every day. And nobody has said a word about it.”
“I skip classes all the time when they tell me that I have to go somewhere,” Hanna added as she slid back upright and drove on. “And a few times I had to stay out all night. I didn’t get into any trouble.”
“But what about your mom and dad?” Chloe blurted. “Don’t they realize that something’s wrong? Can’t you tell them?”
“It doesn’t do any good,” Hanna replied sadly. “They’ve already decided who we are, and nothing we say can change their minds.”
“My mom ‘n dad already know I’m a slut,” the redhead said, her voice flat and devoid of emotion. “It’s pretty obvious, given my belly. They’ve given up caring. Except for dad, who has no problem fucking me every night.” The pregnant thirteen-year-old slumped back in her seat, her face a mask of concealed pain. “But it’s better than everyone knowing,” she added, placing a special emphasis on her last word.
“Yeah, that’s important,” Hanna explained, her voice tight and her words clipped. “Whoever they are, they have evidence of everything we do. Pictures, videos, emails and texts, whatever.”
“How do they get them?” the little girl asked.
Hanna shrugged. “I dunno. But they do. And if you act up, if you don’t do what they say exactly when they tell you to do it…”
“I tried once, back at the beginning,” Jennifer interrupted softly. “I had a boyfriend, but we hadn’t done anything except make out. And he grabbed my butt, once.” She smiled weakly, her eyes distant, as she remembered a brighter time in her life – but the smile vanished in an instant. “But then they got a hold of me, and made me fuck his best friend. And after I felt bad ‘n I decided that I wasn’t going to do what they said.” Her voice grew smaller, weaker, and she almost seemed to shrink into herself. “So they sent him a movie of me fucking him. And we had a fight, and…”
The girls in the car fell silent, each one lost in their own thoughts as they tried to wrap their minds around their unique situation. This is HELL I can’t believe that nobody would believe us! the ten-year-old thought. She shifted in her seat and subconsciously tugged down both her skirt and demi-shirt, trying to hide some of her exposed flesh from the outside world, and glanced at Hanna out of the corner of her eye. The teenager looked miserable as she gnawed at her lower lip, her teeth scraping off the gleaming gloss as she remembered her own lesson in submission. She heard a wet sniff from behind her and knew that Jennifer too was lost in her own misery. We’re lost…
A sudden thought occurred to the tiny blonde, and she sat up in her chair. “What about the control?” she asked. “I mean, how do they do that?”
“Really?” Jennifer sneered from the back seat, her voice thick with sadness. “They have porno pictures and videos of us acting like sluts, and you’re wondering how they control us?”
Chloe opened her mouth to reply, but the words froze in her throat as Hanna place a gentle hand on her forearm. The little girl looked at the teenager, who stared at her with wide, urgent eyes as she gave her head a tiny little shake. “We have to do what they say,” she said… but the words didn’t sound right, almost as if the sixteen-year-old was saying something she didn’t believe. “Otherwise they’ll ruin our reputation.”
What is THAT about? Chloe fell silent and let her gaze slide to the buildings passing by. Hanna had not taken the trio to school, but had instead driven them to a built-up area. The little girl realized that she had never seen this part of her suburban town – the buildings were rather worn and run-down, and the place had a seedy-feel to it. The tiny blonde shrank back as a trio of large, menacing black teenagers glowered at the white girls driving past, and she felt her heart beat a little faster in her chest. Where are we? Why are we here? She tossed Hanna a glance but the teenager remained inscrutable, her face a neutral mask as she slowed the sedan. I hope that I don’t have to fuck THEM! she added as she shivered a bit.
The sixteen-year-old slowed the auto and pulled to the side of the road, idling at the entrance to an alley. “We’re here,” she said in a flat tone as she moved the gear lever to park.
“Thanks,” Jennifer replied in an equally flat tone. Chloe looked behind her and watched as the redhead slid across the seat and opened the door. “Time for me to go and ball the father of my child. Maybe. It could be him, or maybe someone else,” she added, her words landing with thuds as she levered herself out of the sedan with a grunt of effort.
“Wait for it…” Hanna said the words so softly that the little girl could barely hear them. Chloe glanced at the teenager, who was peering at her with hard, insistent eyes for a moment before she turned her gaze back to the morose redhead, and Chloe returned her gaze to the thirteen-year-old.
As she watched, Jennifer seemed to hesitate for an instant… and then a change seemed to come over her. She stood up a bit straighter, pulling her shoulders back to emphasize the tiny AA-cup bumps under her cheerleading sweater while at the same time pushing her swollen belly out. A smile crossed her face as her eyes seemed to brighten, and she turned back to the sedan. “Thanks for the lift, Hanna!” she chirped, her voice bright and bubbly and perky and full of anticipation. “I so need to get fucked, this little shit is making me so horny!” she added as she licked her lips and glanced into the alley behind her.
The little girl stared at the pregnant teenager, her mouth gaping in astonishment, and then she glanced into the alley as well. It was seedy, filthy, filled with garbage and disgusting pools of slime on the cracked and weed-choked asphalt. From behind a dumpster a shambling figure emerged, his clothes filthy and worn, his hair scraggly and unkempt, and Chloe felt her gorge rise just from the sight of him. At the end of the alley she caught a glimpse of a stained mattress, and everything came together in her mind as she realized what exactly the redhead intended to do. “Oh my God,” she whispered, her words filled with revulsion, her face a mask of disgust.
“Nuh uh, lil’ slut,” the redhead said with a little laugh. “He’s mine!” She patted the roof of the car, turned, and sauntered into the alley, they swaying of her hips causing her short skirt to flutter back and forth, her body carrying the pose of pure sexual need, as she met the grimy figure at the entrance.
“Don’t look,” Hanna advised, and Chloe tore her gaze from the scene as the teenager put the car back into gear and pulled away.
“Is she going to… He’s so gross!”
“Listen, I don’t know how much time we have,” Hanna said in a quick, hushed tone, her words clipped and hurried. “But she doesn’t know about the control. None of them do, only you and me.”
“Is that what happened to her?” Chloe asked in a voice pitched just as low.
“Yeah. While she’s with that guy she’ll be all into it, but afterwards They’ll make her think that They blackmailed her into doing it. That’s the way They work!”
“How do they do it?”
“I don’t know!” Hanna slapped the steering wheel in frustration. “I’ve been trying to figure that out for weeks, and I’ve got nothing. Look, this is all I know,” she added as she turned the sedan and accelerated back into the much nicer part of town in which they lived. “There are at least six of us… you, me, Jennifer, a girl named Penny who goes to Andrew Jackson Middle School, a woman named Susan, and this black girl I only met once. There was a girl named Yvette, but…”
“But what?” Chloe leaned forward, her gaze filled with hope as she place a tiny hand on Hanna’s forearm. “What happened to her?”
“I don’t know. Something happened, and I haven’t seen her for about a month. She just… vanished. Her whole family did, I couldn’t find them in the phone book or online or anything.” Hanna shuddered for a moment, and then the steely gaze returned to her eyes. “Have you seen any of Them?” she asked.
The ten-year-old thought for a moment, and then twitched as her memories came flooding back. “Maybe,” she replied excitedly. “At the birthday party, back when everything… There was this guy. I think it was a guy, he was all dark, almost like he wasn’t there. But he was watching everything! Is that what you mean? Is he one of Them?”
“Maybe.” Hanna pursed her lips and thought for a moment. “Did he seem like he was really happy about what he was seeing? I mean, happier than some guy fucking a little girl?”
“Yeah!”
Then he probably is,” the teenager said with a nod. “I think I saw one once… In the woods, there was this… thing,” she said with a shudder. “It was almost like he was there but he wasn’t there, y’know? But he was, and he was watching as… As I… Did stuff, with dogs.”
“So how do they do what they do?” Chloe thought for a second, and then blurted out the question that had been nagging at her mind since Dylan raped her that morning. “If they can just make us do what they want, then why do they do the blackmail? I mean, they don’t need to if they can just take over…”
“I don’t know!” Hanna’s spat her frustrated words like a curse as she hit the steering wheel once more. “None of this makes any sense whatsoever…”
“It doesn’t make any sense,” Chloe agreed.
“Listen, there isn’t anything more we can do until we find out more,” the sixteen-year-old said. She paused and cast a sympathetic glance at the little girl, her eyes filled with pity. “I know you’re young, like, way too young to be doing this sort of stuff,” she said softly. “But you’re gonna be doing it. You’re going to have to… fuck. A lot. I’m sorry, I wish there was something I could do.”
“It’s okay,” the little girl replied. “It’s not your fault,” she repeated.
“I know. Just… try not to get hurt. And try not to get pregnant! And don’t do anything to piss Them off!” Hanna glanced at the clock on the dashboard, and made a face of annoyance as she noted the time. “I’ve got to get to school,” she said in a disgusted tone. “I’ve got a math teacher and a janitor to spread my legs for. But after that I don’t have to do anything before I have to go to work this evening. Where do you want me to take you? Home?”
Chloe opened her mouth to reply – she wanted to stay with Hanna, she wanted to find out more about Them, she wanted to protect her ‘big sister’ from the horrifying evils she was going to face! – but the moment she spoke she could hear the words in her ears. “I want you to take me to school,” she said in a bright, excited voice. “I so wanna go to school!”
The teenager glanced at the little girl sharply, her eyes critical and her gaze calculating. “Is that what you really want?” she asked softly as she searched Chloe’s face. “Or is something making you say that?”
I want to stay with you I WANT TO STAY WITH YOU!!! “Nuh uh, I wanna go to school!” the ten-year-old replied – although the mask of misery on her face belied the bright, bubbling words emanating from her mouth. “There’s people I wanna see there!”
“Oh, Chloe,” Hanna remarked sadly as she turned the wheel and drove towards the elementary school.
The little girl slumped in the passenger seat and sniffed as tears of frustration and misery rolled down her cheeks.
“Go for it, Clo!”
Harper’s voice rang across the field as Chloe charged across the grass, the bulbous cleats on her shoes digging into the soft earth as she chased after the ball. She whipped her head around to glance over her shoulder, saw that Lacy from Mrs. Cannery’s class was charging directly at her with an intense look on her face, and she pushed herself to move a little faster.
She caught up to her target and, with an agility honed by several years of practice, kicked the ball with her instep across the pitch, sending the black-and-white orb skittering in the vague direction of Danielle. Lacy instantly darted to the left while Chloe continued her charge forward, making a bee-line straight for the blue team’s goal. Go go GO! the little girl encouraged herself as she watched Danielle nimbly catch the ball, her jet-black locks fanning about her head as she spun in place and danced around Lacy, and shot the ball back towards the tiny blonde girl. The ten-year-old caught the ball with her foot, turned, and charged forward.
At the entrance to the cavernous goal, tiny little Janie, all four-foot-one and sixty pounds of her, clad in a blue jersey that hung off her body like a tent, crouched in position, the look on her bespectacled face making it clear that she was determined to stop Chloe’s assault. The blonde twisted her neck around once more, her pigtails whipping around her head as she lined up the shot… And then she kicked as hard as she could! The ball sailed forth, and Janie lunged, and…
Tweet! “Foul!” A piercing blast of Mr. Marshall’s whistle called a halt to the game. “Foul! Danielle, what was that?!?”
Chloe slowed to a halt as her perfect shot sailed right past Janie and into the net – a goal that would put the red team one-up in the score, but which didn’t count because apparently Danielle had done something wrong. She turned and bent over, her hands on her knees and sweat dripping down her face as she gasped for air, and peered in the direction of the offending party. The small brunette was standing in the middle of the field, her hands firmly on her hips and her own flat chest heaving with effort as she glared defiantly at the gym teacher. Mr. Marshall and his junior coach, Mr. Peterman (who all the girls agreed was WAY too young to be a teacher!), dashed across the grass towards Lacy, who lay on her back with her arms wrapped around her left knee. “What happened?” the tiny blonde gasped quietly.
“Dani hacked her leg again,” Janie replied. She walked over to stand next to Chloe, peering at the chaos erupting downfield as she settled the glasses over her face once more. “Just like last week.”
“What is her problem?” the blonde asked as she stood up and stretched, pulling her shoulders tight behind her as she interlaced her fingers and reached for the sky. “You’re in her class, you gotta know.”
“I don’t,” Janie replied. “She’s always just so quiet I sometimes forget she’s even there, but when we get out here…”
“She’s like a super-ninja kick-machine,” Chloe finished for the smaller girl. “And she certainly hates Lacy! Every time…”
“I hear that Dani’s dad is dating Lacy’s mom.” The nine-year-old goalie removed her glasses and shook her head, sending a spray of sweat from her short, muddy-brown hair onto the grass at her feet (and a few drops spattering onto Chloe’s bare leg). “Dani’s probably all pissed off about it, ‘specially how she always wanted her mom to come back.”
“Yeah.” Chloe leaned to her left and then to her right, her simple white tee-shirt becoming untucked from the waistband of her gym shorts and riding up underneath her red jersey. Or maybe Dani’s pissed because her dad stopped fucking her and started fucking Lacy, she thought darkly, keeping any emotion off her face as she watched the scene play out. Or maybe Dani started sleeping with Lacy’s mom. Or maybe it’s all one big sex party at their house. Across the field, the two teachers knelt next to the prone girl and held a quiet conversation, and then they stood, helping Lacy up as they glared at the sullen brunette. More quiet conversation, and Mr. Marshall pointed at the sidelines, and Danielle scowled as she slowly made her way to the bench. “Gotta go,” Chloe said quietly out of the corner of her mouth as she began jogging down the field towards her own goal, joining the gaggle of girls in red and blue jerseys as they lined up for the foul shot.
Chloe’s morning had been normal – well, as normal as it could be for her while dressed as a slut. The second she had walked into the crowded halls she could feel everyone’s eyes on her, the boys’ gazes leering at her exposed flesh and skimpy attire, the girls’ gazes judgmental as they whispered amongst each other. The tiny blonde thought she would die from embarrassment as her skirt fluttered around her hips and threatened to expose her naked backside to the world, but she moved slowly on wobbly feet as her heels clattered on the hard tile floor and everything stayed in place. I can’t do this I WANT TO GO HOME oh GOD this is so HUMILIATING…
But nothing untoward had happened. Nobody tried to grab her, nobody tried to force her to do anything she didn’t want to do, nothing was different than any other school day. Mr. Skeller and Ms. Lyden had raised their eyebrows at her bare belly and short skirt, but they didn’t say anything as Chloe slid into her seat, her thighs pressed tightly together as she practically willed everything to stay where it was supposed to stay to keep everything covered. Harper didn’t even notice anything different about her – and that troubled her more than anything else. The hours passed without incident, and the phone in her backpack tucked under her chair remained silent.
That is not to say that everything actually was normal. During the morning break she had joined the throngs in the halls as she went to the bathroom, and heard the unmistakable sound of two girls having sex in one of the stalls. Heading back to her classroom she had glanced through an open door, and spotted a flash of red hair – the slut, Jesse Connolly – fucking a boy she didn’t know while another pushed his boy-thing into her butt. Each time she remained impassive, emotionless on the outside, intent on clattering her way both to and from the classroom… but inside her soul was a roiling mass of fear, of confusion, of sheer horror. She watched as Jesse’s body stiffened and the eight-year-old came with a tiny little whimper as the boy in her butt grunted and froze, and without another sound she simply turned and walked away. Why doesn’t anyone see anything? she wondered as she retook her seat, ignoring the lust-filled stares of the boys around her. What are the rules about who can see what, and what can be seen and what ISN’T seen?
Two hours later it was lunchtime, and Harper still hadn’t made any comments about her dress – or lack thereof. The brunette chatted about inconsequential things, her words a droning background noise that Chloe barely registered as she kept trying to work through the rules in her mind. She felt guilty when Harper froze, stood up, and walked away from the table for her daily ‘meeting’ with Mr. LaFonte, and the tiny blonde did nothing to stop her best friend from orally servicing the teacher. Harper is controlled just like me, ‘n Hanna, ‘n Jennifer, ‘n everyone! she mused as a tiny scowl crossed her face. So why do SOME girls get blackmailed, and OTHERS don’t?!? She didn’t have the answers, and she barely noticed when Harper returned, sat back down, and continued her conversation without pause, the front of her black tee-shirt coated with the man’s pearly-white stuff, the small cluster of red roses smeared by the jism soaking into the fabric.
Lunch ended, and class resumed… and then she went to gym class. For the briefest of moments she felt weird after donning her gym clothes, but then realized with a start that it was the first time that day that she actually had panties around her hips. She glanced at her backpack, wondering if THEY would object to her donning of a forbidden article of clothing, but the phone remained silent, so she merely acted as though it was allowed – just this once...
Mondays in the Spring was soccer day at John Hancock Elementary, and Chloe had joined the other nine- and ten-year-old girls on the upper field while their male counterparts occupied the lower. As she shrugged into her red jersey the little girl noticed that she had been assigned as a forward yet again – but it was a position that she didn’t mind occupying. For the next half-hour she sprinted up and down the field, chasing the ball and dodging the blue defenders and trying beyond hope to pretend that she was a normal girl and not a slut being blackmailed into fucking guys anytime they wanted, without protection.
Lacy took her place before the red goal, paused, took two large steps and kicked the ball as hard as she could… only to have it arc through the air and land squarely in the hands of goalie Harper. “Nice one!” Chloe yelled with a grin as she momentarily forgot her torment.
“Thanks!” Harper yelled back with a smile of her own as she kicked the ball as hard as she could downfield, and Chloe turned to chase after the bouncing skittering orb. Play continued for another five minutes, and the tiny blonde felt drenched as her clothes soaked up her sweat, and she gasped for air after dashing up and down the field. And then…
“Clo look out!”
“Er-um?” Chloe looked up as Harper shouted her name… only to have a black-and-white something slam into her face with the force of a punch!
Stars swam before her eyes as the little girl found herself laying on the grass, her stinging nose pointed at the sky and a brilliant pain blossoming in her face. Distantly she heard the whistle blow, and before she could clear her head she found Mr. Marshall kneeling over her. “Chloe, are you okay?” he asked.
Ow ow ow… She couldn’t think, couldn’t force her mind to work past the agony that the ball’s impact had caused, and in spite of herself she began to cry. “Ow, my face,” she blubbered as tears rolled down her temples.
“Okay, you’re out. Let’s get you check out. Mark!” Mr. Marshall gathered Chloe up in his arms, hoisting the tiny girl effortlessly as he stood and called out to his assistant. “Take over while I take care of this, okay?”
Chloe wanted to tell him to stop, to put her back down so she could continue playing, but she just couldn’t find the words. She knew it wasn’t the Dark Force making her do nothing but cling to his neck as he trotted back to the locker rooms, but rather her own pain and suffering. “It hit me in the face!” she blurted with a sob as she let herself be carried into the gym.
“I know. Just hang on, I’m sure you’re fine.” Mr. Marshall carried her past the doors to the girl’s locker room and ducked into his office in the middle of the wall, kicking the door open with the side of his foot as he ducked through the portal. They gym teacher’s office was small and cramped, with barely enough room for his desk and office chair, the remaining walls sporting low shelves packed with books and papers. A thick glass window overlooked the empty gymnasium, allowing him to keep an eye on activities out there, but even with this window to the outside Chloe almost felt claustrophobically-cramped in the tiny room. “Now, let’s have a look,” he said as he seated her on the edge of his desk and looked down into her upraised face.
“Is it bad?” she asked as she sniffed through her swelling nose.
Mr. Marshall turned her chin back and forth, his gaze critical as he evaluated the damage. “Naw, it should be okay. You might have a bruise, but I think it just surprised you more than anything else.” He stepped close and raised her face higher, dropping one hand to her shoulder as he peered into her eyes. “Are you dizzy, or feel sick, or anything like that?”
“No, I’m okay.” The tiny blonde was about so say more, but instead froze when she felt his hand stroking her shoulder, running back and forth, sliding across the thin cotton of her tee-shirt and jumping over the strap of her training bra. Oh GOD no… “I… I think I’m fine, sir, and want to go back out there and finish the game,” she added, her voice quavering from fear as her heart pounded in her chest.
“I think we have to have a talk about something,” the gym teacher said, his tone implying that she didn’t have a choice. “Specifically,” he added as he slid his hand down to her chest, “about how you dressed like a slut today.”
“Wh… What, I didn’t…”
“I saw you when you walked through the halls this morning,” he continued, running his palm across one tiny little nipple. Chloe gasped in spite of herself, and she squirmed on the desk as he stepped in closer. “The shoes, and the short skirt, and that shirt… So, are you really ‘Daddy’s Little Whore’?” he asked as his gaze grew harder.
No… “Yes,” Chloe heard herself reply, and with a sick horror she felt the Dark Force took control of her tongue and made her say the opposite words. “Yes I am.” She felt a tug at her arm, and her hand extended to stroke Mr. Marshall’s growing erection through the fabric of his gym shorts.
“I could tell that you are,” the towering man replied. He ran his hand across her chest again, and the little girl felt her nipples stiffen in spite of her will. “So, have you fucked a lot of guys yet?”
“Yes,” she replied in a quiet, humiliated voice. “Lots.”
“And do you like it?” he asked. Slowly he tugged up her jersey, his hand grasping both it and her tee and pulling them up her body, and she shivered as she felt his fingertips stroke the sweaty flesh of her belly. “Did you like letting all those boys fuck your little pussy?”
“Yes, I did,” she whispered. No, I didn’t! her mind screamed. She wanted to run away, wanted to just push him off of her and to dash out the open door and down the hall and escape, but she knew in her heart that They wouldn’t let her. You have to spread your legs for everyone who wants to fuck you… Jennifer’s words from her ride that morning floated back into the front of her mind, each one chipping away at her defiance like the pound of a hammer. “I loved every… cock,” she tried to say on her own, and was surprised to feel the Dark Force slide away as the ashen-tasting lie floated past her lips.
“Arms up,” Mr. Marshall ordered, and Chloe raised her arms over her head and let him strip off her shirts. “Very nice,” he murmured as he leered down at the squirming, embarrassed girl seated before him. “Tell me what you like about it the most,” he ordered as he tugged her bra up over her head.
Think! she ordered herself. Keep lying, tell him what he wants to hear, what THEY want to hear, and you can stay in control! “I… love it when they stick their dicks in my pussy,” she said simply, trying to sound sexy but knowing in the back of her mind that she just sounded like a slut. “I love it when they fuck me, and shoot their… jizz in my cunny,” she added, hoping that she got the word right.
“God, you’re just a little slut, aren’t you?” The gym teacher frowned and shook his head, all the while stretching her training bra open before letting it crumple closed again. “A little fucking cocktease who just loves being a whore, aren’t you?” he asked as he walked around the desk and slid the training bra over one of the little girl’s forearms.
“Yes, I’m a whore,” she agreed. She dug deep, drawing on her dreams and trying to come up with a tale convincing enough for him to believe while at the same time trying to minimize her shame. “I like it when boys buy me things, and to make them happy I fuck them,” she explained. “That makes me happy too.”
“So you’ve fucked boys for candy?” He slipped her other forearm through the bra.
“Yes.”
“And fucked boys for money?” He twisted the bra tight, binding her arms together behind her back.
“Yes.”
“And do you like sucking cock, you little whore?” he hissed in her ear as he slid his palms over her bare shoulders, down her chest, and across her rock-hard nipples.
“I love to suck cock, Mr. Marshall!” she exclaimed. You’re not getting excited, she told herself as she felt the familiar arousal rising in her belly, felt her hairless, pre-teen slit start to moisten in anticipation. THEY’RE making you horny! “Please,” she added in a breathy little whisper as she craned her head over her shoulder to peer at the gym teacher fondling her, “please, sir, may I suck your cock?”
“Mmm… No, I don’t think so.” She watched as he walked back around the desk, and pushed her back. Chloe squeaked in surprise as he grasped her hips and pulled her backside to the edge of the desk, his large cock pressing against her pussy through both of their shorts. “I’ve got a much better place for a little slut-whore to take my seed!” he growled.
The Dark Force spiked her arousal, getting her so hot she was afraid that her girl-juices would seep through her panties and shorts and embarrass her, and she wanted nothing more than to have the feeling of something touching her sex. She wanted to drop her hands down between her legs, to worm her hands under her gym shorts and panties and rub her rock-hard clit until she released the pressure in her cunny, but the tightly-twisted tee around her forearms stopped her from fingering herself, and the ten-year-old whimpered and squirmed beneath his leering gaze. She didn’t want to do it, didn’t want to give in, but the sheer lust coursing through her ten-year-old body was driving her mad and she surrendered to her own desires. “Please, sir,” she whined, the words making her feel dirty, “I’m so hot, please fuck me…”
Her plea was cut off as the gym teacher pushed her legs up and slapped her across the ass, his palm hitting hard enough to tear a cry of pain from between her lips, but even the pain combined with her arousal to drive her even higher. “You haven’t earned the right to take it in your cunt yet, you little whore,” he sneered. He forced another inch of his cockhead into her mouth, and then yanked her head back once more. Chloe squeaked as he pressed his palm into her belly, pinning her to the cold laminated surface of the desk, while his free hand gripped the elastic in the back of her shorts. “But don’t worry, you’re still taking it down there,” he added as he yanked both shorts and panties up her slim thighs and exposing the rest of her to his gaze.
Chloe threw her head back so she didn’t have to watch and cast a teary, watery gaze around the office. What is he going to… The little girl’s thoughts whirled as she tried to comprehend what was coming, part of her mind terrified at what she hoped would not happen while the aching twinge in her womb making her hope that what she feared would occur. Mr. Marshall was hard and ready, and he pressed his stiff, throbbing cock against her thigh as he slid his fingers down and pulled one tight, flat asscheek aside. She felt a momentary was of cool air across her tight little asshole, but the sensation was quickly replaced with warm wetness as the gym teacher spat a thick, warm glob of sticky spittle straight onto her puckered star. “No, no, no,” she chanted softly, begging, pleading for him to stop…
“Too late, you little slut,” he growled. The adult grasped the base of his shaft and slid the tip of his prick up and down her crack, running it through the spittle and smearing the slick slime around her hole. Keeping one cheek pried open with his thumb he pressed his hips forward.. “Fuck, you’re tight!” he hissed as the head of his cock began to shove inside her virgin shitter.
The second that she felt his cockhead press against her asshole Chloe screamed and tried to buck him off, but the combination of her small size and the pressure of his palm pinning her to the desk ensured that she stayed right where he wanted her. Her hole irised shut, clenching tightly as her body tried to prevent the invader from completing its violation, but the pressure grew higher and higher as Mr. Marshall pressed forward harder and harder, and with a sudden, shocking surrender her body gave up. Her pre-teen asshole stretched wide as he plunged into her backside with a snarl, and the ten-year-old distantly heard her own scream of agonized ecstasy echo in her ears as terrible, delicious pain blossomed in her ass. “No, don’t!” she whimpered, the words sounding eerily familiar in her ears. “Please don’t put it there, not in my butt!”
“Too late, cunt!” The gym teacher pressed down on the backs of her thighs, making sure that she couldn’t uncurl her waist and force him out of her shitter, and he forced another two inches up inside of her. The pain was incredible, and it was only from the meager wad of spittle that it didn’t hurt worse – but Chloe could do nothing but sob as he pulled out slightly, and then rammed home again. “Maybe taking it in the ass will teach you not to be such a whore!” he hissed as he leaned over her and shoved a full six inches into her ten-year-old ass.
“I’msorryi’msorryohGODithurtspleasetakeitoutTAKEITOUT!!!” Chloe’s words were a jumbled plea for mercy as she begged for release, part of her wanting nothing more than for him to pay attention to her twitching, drooling pussy, “I’ll do anything you want, sir, anything!”
“I… Know… You… Will…” Mr. Marshall punctuated each word with another thrust into her straining backside, but then his face softened just a bit. “But it’s not fair for me to get off without getting a little whore off too,” he added. He dropped one hand down to her sex and pressed his thumb against her burning clit, and Chloe wriggled her hips in spite of the pain blossoming in her backside as she attempted to get herself off. “God, you are a little slut!” he remarked.
“Yes! Yes I am!” she sobbed, and then the thunderous tidal wave of lust washed over her and she came, her entire pussy clenching as it searched for the jism it was convinced was flooding her womb, while at the same time Mr. Marshall buried his eight-inch cock into her screaming asshole to the hilt. Distantly she heard him groan, and a hot wetness flooded into her rectum as he shot his thick, sticky load deep inside her body.
She lay across his desk and he lay atop her, their bodies joined in their mutual orgasm for what was in reality only a few seconds but what seemed like an eternity to the suffering little girl. Chloe honestly thought she would pass out from both the pain in her ass and the force of her pleasure, but after only a short bit she gasped a great, guttering gasp of air. “I’m a slut,” she whispered as she trembled beneath him. “I’m a slut, I’m a slut…”
“I know you are,” he grunted. He let his body weight crush her to the desk as he too gasped for air. He pushed into her one last time, ignoring her whimper of pain, and then levered himself up. With a great sucking sound he pulled out of her violated ass. “You are the biggest slut-whore I’ve ever had at this school,” he remarked as he sank into his chair.
“Yes sir, I am,” she agreed. That was horrible but it’s over it’s OVER I can leave now… “Please, sir,” she begged as she closed her legs and tried to sit up on the desk, “may I please go? I’m sorry for dressing like a slut, I won’t do it again…”
“Oh, you will. I like you looking like a slut.” The teacher grinned an evil grin as he tugged his shorts up his legs, half-stood, and pulled them up around his waist. “You have to be true to who you are, after all.”
“Yes, sir.”
She waited while he finished composing himself, and then let him untie her arms. As she hopped off the desk she felt his thick goo shift inside her butt, and she forced herself not to make a disgusting mess on the floor as she stood shivering before him. “Please, sir, may I go?” she asked as she pulled up her shorts and panties.
“Yeah, get the fuck out, whore,” he said almost dismissively, waving his hand in the general direction of the door as he shoved her bra and shirts into her arms. “Get back to class.”
She didn’t waste any time, but rather dashed around the desk and out the door. Oh GOD that was horrible, she thought as she raced across the gymnasium floor, her tennis shoes slapping on the shellacked wood as she sped towards the girls’ locker room. A quick glance at the clock told her that she only had a few minutes before the rest of the girls would flood the place, and she wanted to get herself together just a bit to avoid any uncomfortable questions.
That is, if THEY would even let them notice, she added as she slammed through the door and into the cool, tiled room.
Chloe winced as she stepped out of the shower and tightened the towel around her nude body. Her ass hurt, both inside and out – her flat ass cheeks sporting red handprints from where Mr. Marshall had slapped her, her asshole from the thorough fucking she had received – and every step of her bare feet on the cold tile floor caused the load of spunk in her bowels to shift and gurgle. She trembled slightly as the pure, innocent part of her soul shrieked and died a little bit more, while her logical mind tried to stay in a place of clinical neutrality as she worked through what had just happened. So I just got raped in the ass, she thought as she ducked into the alcove of lockers, her body moving on autopilot as the gaggle of pre-teen girls laughed and chatted and giggled around her. It still hurts, and I DEFINITELY don’t want to do it again! The corners of her mouth turned down in a frown as a flash of memory, of Mr. Marshall sweating above her and stroking her hyper-sensitive clit as she squirmed and moaned and came with his cock buried in her shitter drove her torment home to her. It’s not like I’ll have a choice, she grumbled to herself as she twisted the dial of her combination lock. THEY’LL make me do what they want!
The little blonde girl swung open her locker door, spared a glance over her shoulder to make sure that her little alcove was still empty of other girls, pulled the towel from around her body and dropped it on the wooden bench behind her. What are the rules? she asked herself as she ran her hand over her stinging backside. Why do some people notice SOME things, but not others? Why is it only SOME people, and not everyone? A flurry of movement at the opening of the alcove caused her to half-turn her hips away, hiding the proof of her shame from prying eyes as a trio of second graders giggled and laughed and dashed towards the door of the gym, their tennis shoes slapping on the floor and their attention focused on each other and whatever conversation they were whispering about. Would THEY have noticed? she wondered as the danger passed and she turned back to her locker. Would they start whispering about me? Or would they just ignore me? She reached into her locker for her skirt, wishing for a moment that she were actually allowed to wear panties before realizing that any underwear would probably make her bruised backside sting. Or would they rush in, she mused darkly, and insist that we all fuck?
The little girl buttoned the skirt and slid it around her waist, taking a second to tug it down just a little bit over her hips in an attempt to minimize how much everyone would be able to see, and reached back in for the top that advertised to the world just how big a slut she had become…
… And froze when she spotted another small jewelry box nestled between her stiletto sandals.
Noooo… She stared at the box, her mind rebelling as she remembered the rules that Hanna had sadly explained to her that morning. With trembling fingers she reached out and opened the box, her face impassive but her mind screaming as the sight of another butterfly charm filled her gaze. Another one… that’s two. Two boys… two COCKS I have to get off every day. “No, please don’t,” she whispered. She heard a chime from her backpack, and knew that the Dark Force had sent her a text telling her that Mr. Marshall was now one of her daily cocks.
Dully she slipped the charm out of the box and added it to her necklace, her mind racing as she tried to think of a way out of her situation. There has to be something! her mind screamed. There has to be a way out of this! It can’t go on forever… The new charm felt icy cold against her bare chest, and she gripped the metal door of the locker as she sagged weakly for a moment, feeling the metal cutting painfully into her palm as she toyed with her charms with her other hand.
I need to find out more. Then I can stop it!
>>Chapter 7>>