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AUTHOR’S NOTE: I TAKE REQUESTS! Also, constructive comments and shameless flirting are appreciated! Please send all requests to the very generous Polaris (who hosts my stories on his website-The Dark Realm of Polaris) at polaris_81@hotmail.com .

STORY NOTES: This was a request from Joel, who asked for a story with a long FFF/g lesbo rape, with lots of thick cum squirting, facesitting, and pissing, with a babysitter, and two of her friends, and a girl about 7-9 years old, but with no extreme violence or snuff, blood, scat, or incest.

This was actually something of a challenge for me, since it was the first request I’ve ever gotten that /didn’t/ want snuff, blood, scat, or incest.

It was so challenging, in fact, that I ended up writing TWO versions of the story, just to satisfy my personal tastes; a “softcore” version, which Joel requested, and a “hardcore” version, which is much more excessive!

This is the “hardcore” version; it features blatant violence and other “extreme” fetishes. However, the torture is also much more physical, as opposed to psychological and emotional, and is far simpler and less subtle. Also, it’s much longer than the other version. If you would like to read the “softcore” version instead, you can find it here: Original version

I personally recommend that you read both versions though, as there are major differences that were designed to lead to alternating forms of fulfillment.

Remember, this story is completely /fictional/…and it should stay that way! That means, it shouldn’t have any influence on how people behave in reality! If you think you’ll have trouble keeping the two separate, then you should not read this story. Also, please remember that the author does not endorse or support ANY of the behaviors in this story.

And now that I’ve bored you all to sleep, we can get on with the show!



The Babysitter Chronicles: Emily (harder version)

by Taz





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“Oh, hello Emily; come right on in! Just give me a minute, won’t you?”

The beautiful, seventeen year-old white girl with blond hair smiled and nodded at the average-looking middle-aged man as she made her way into the house.

“Thanks for coming on such short notice; this company function came up as a bit of a surprise. I hope this isn’t any trouble for you?”

“Oh, it’s no problem, Mr. Adler! It’s a weekend after all, so I don’t have much studying to do.”

Mr. Adler turned to face the stairs and called out to his seven-year-old daughter, “Addie, the babysitter is here!” But no response was forthcoming. “Did you hear me Addie? Come on down and greet the babysitter so I can leave already! Don’t make me come up there and get you!” He turned back to Emily with a look of apology. “Sorry about that; she always seems to want to misbehave when you come around. I think it must be because she knows that neither her mother nor I will be around to discipline her.”

“Don’t worry about her, Mr. Adler.” Emily sauntered up to him. “I’ll handle her later. Just let me put my things down and then we’ll have each other’s /full/ attention,” she said as she subtly licked her lips and ever-so-lightly stroked the tips of her fingers across the hem of his pants as she passed by, in a way that could easily be passed off as an innocent accident, but could also be an indication of something more.

But Emily already had Mr. Adler’s /full/ attention, for he couldn’t help but glance at the teenager’s hot assets as she passed by him and went to set her bag down at the living room table. She had a lovely face with deep, sparkling blue eyes, pouty lips, and long dirty-blond hair done up into a loose, high-set pony-tail that trailed down almost to her ass.

And what an ASS it was! Not obscene, but still overly-large for a girl her age and size, and it was obviously muscular from years of cheerleading and other, err, “physical” activity and fit snugly against her jeans. He had to resist keeping his eyes glued on the lovely globes for too long, though it was hard not to be mesmerized by the movements; as one fleshy orb would move up above the other and then jerkingly stop and sway ever-so-slightly to the side before descending back down as the opposite globe then repeated the process in tandem. It was a work of art. And Mr. Adler almost swore that she was doing it on purpose, knowing that he was looking (he was right, of course).

However, as Emily turned around to face him and he was forced to wrench his eyes upwards, he found it even harder to resist gazing at her nearly-as-large, delectable breasts. They were so large for a girl her age that they were already sagging slightly, though the way they pressed against her tight, white, tee-shirt was more than enough to support them. But as tight as the shirt was, her tits still jiggled some under the massive weight of her fleshy mammaries. He wondered, if he took the time to squint hard enough, if he could see the outline of her bra…assuming she was even wearing one!

“Hehe!” came giggling from behind him.

Mr. Adler /snapped/ around at the sound! There before him, stood two other teenage girls, both of them dressed even more provocatively than Emily!

One was a beautiful, dark-toned goddess, with skin that was as black-as-night and long hair done in two ponytails to match. Her bust was even larger than Emily’s, as was her ass, but she was also shorter by a few inches and her body was much more petite overall.

The other girl was a Latina queen, who was taller than Emily, with broad shoulders and well-toned muscles. Her bust wasn’t quite as big as her friends’, but it was still impressive, and her ass was certainly the tightest and most muscular of the three.

“W-Who are you?” choked our Mr. Adler.

“Hmm? Oh, them. This is Trisha and Miranda; they’re friends of mine. I invited them over to help me babysit. You don’t mind, do you? Don’t worry about paying them; we’ll split what you give me.”

“Ah, I, uh, really don’t think…I mean, it’s a little inappropriate…and we don’t really need three babysitters…”

“Oh? But little Addie was such a handful last time, remember? They’re just here to help me out for the night; it’ll be just like a sleepover. Don’t you trust me?” she asked as she sauntered up to him and undid her braided ponytail, letting her hair spill loose and her fall over her slightly swaying breasts.

“W-Well, it’s not that I don’t trust you of course, it’s just that…uh…”

“Hey Emily, maybe /you’re/ the one who shouldn’t be trusting /him/! I think you have a secret admirer!” called out the black teen as Mr. Adler went bright red with embarrassment.

“Oh?” Emily feigned shock and confusion. “Is it you Trisha? I have noticed that you always seem to like staring at my rear,” she joked, as she playfully slapped her own ass, despite her red-faced boss watching the whole thing.

Together, the three multi-cultural girls of varying, but still beautiful and sexy, body types represented a wide-range of nearly every hot-blooded boy’s (and lesbian or bi-sexual girl’s) fantasy woman. The vixens almost looked like the types you’d find on one of those corny, multi-racial after-school specials on television.

The Hispanic teen, in particular, eyed Mr. Adler appreciatively.

“I think Trisha means that your boss here was giving your googly-ass the googly-eyes,” smirked Miranda.

“You mean Mr. Adler? Why no, Miranda, you must be mistaken! Mr. Adler is a happily married man! There’s no way that he would be staring at the shapely butt of an innocent, under-aged, teenager. Isn’t that right, Mr. Adler?” Emily moved closer to him, until only a few inches separated him from her noticeably /heaving/ chest, as she stared up at him with big, doe-like eyes and pouted lips. “You’re not that type of /naughty/ man, are you, Mr. Adler?”

Mr. Adler gulped for breath like fish out of water, and seemed to melt before the teenaged temptress.

“E-Emily, stop teasing-me!”

“Teasing? Who’s teasing, Mr. Adler; I’m dead serious.”

“E-Emily, we can’t do this here! Not now!”

“Why not? Are you afraid that wifey might catch us?”

“A-Actually, she already left a few minutes ago. She wanted to get to the function first to make sure everything was set up.”

Emily giggled, “I know!”

“Y-You know?”

Emily gestured to her friends, “We were waiting in my car across the street, and we saw wifey leave first.”

“Emily, don’t say that!” squealed Trisha. “Sheesh, you make it sound like we’re some sort of perverted stalkers or something!”

“But we /are/ perverted stalkers!”

“Well, yeah, maybe. But when you say it like that, it sounds like we’re icky, creepy, old guys in trench coats or something!” she giggled.

Emily laughed at her girlfriends, “Oh, come on! You two beauties are anything /but/ icky, creepy, old guys! Don’t you agree, Mr. Adler?” She began to stroke his arm and he glanced back at the other two smirking girls, worried that Emily might soon start stroking /another/ appendage further down.

“E-Emily, they’re watching us!”

“Yeah,” she hissed, “they like doing that! C’mon, when wifey’s away, the mice will play! And you have three practically blind mice here…”

“B-blind?”

“Yeah, must be blind; because even though they’d like to watch us make-out, they’d act like they didn’t /see/ anything; no matter how evil or immoral…” she moved to stroke his chest, where she could feel his heart beat rapidly against his ribs, “…But, that doesn’t mean that they also don’t /feel/ like being a little evil!” She leaned over and opened her mouth for a full-fledged make-out session, but before things could get any more intense, Mr. Adler quickly and nervously dodged out of the way.

“I, uh, have to go! I really can’t be late to this function! Uh, don’t call unless it’s an emergency! I, um, don’t want my wife getting any ideas…”

He quickly grabbed his things and made his way to the door, only to be blocked by Emily’s friends.

“Then you don’t mind my friends staying over, Mr. Adler?” Emily asked as they cornered him.

“Uhhh…” he glanced at the two beautiful young women, then back at the equally-beautiful Emily, “I, um, I guess not…but /please/ have them out of here by the time we get back! I’ll call you ahead of time to let you know when we’re headed this way.” He turned to Trisha and Miranda. “It’s, uh, nothing personal; I just don’t want my wife getting any ideas, you know?”

“Oh?” smirked Miranda. “And just what kind of ideas would /that/ be, hmm?”

“Now, now, be nice to my boss!” chided Emily as she gestured to her friends to let him pass. “After all, we don’t want him deciding to stay the night with us. As fun as that would be for him, and us, we wouldn’t get to have any fun with his daughter, and we also wouldn’t get paid!”

“Oh, I can still think of a way to make the night worthwhile if he stayed,” giggled Trisha.

“Yeah, and besides, who said we had to just babysit the kid? O bet I can convince him to pay us for keeping him company as well!” chuckled Miranda.

Mr. Adler couldn’t tell if they was being serious about wanting him to stay the night with them or not, but decided he’d better leave before the smaller of his two heads made the decision for him. Just as he was about to bolt out the door, he abruptly turned back with a look of panic on his face.

“Oh! Um, Addie will see-”

“Don’t worry about it! I’ll make sure she doesn’t say a thing about my friends to your wife!”

He nodded, though he still looked a bit worried as he rushed down the walkway before turning back again.

“Don’t forget that you can spank her again if you need to! Oh! Uh, not about the whole “keeping-quiet-about-your-friends-thing”…just, I mean, if she misbehaves around you again and it’s absolutely necessary!”

“I know what you meant!” Then she turned and whispered to her friends, “But that doesn’t mean that I intend to obey him, hehe!”

Her friends giggled mischievously.

But Mr. Adler babbled on, “And she needs to be bathed and her teeth need to be brushed before-”

“Got it!” Emily yelled before she slammed the door in his face.

After a minute had passed, the trio of young women could hear the car pull out of the driveway and speed away.

Emily sighed and turned around, only to burst out into giggles when she saw the looks her friends were giving her.

“What?” she chuckled.

The other two just rolled their eyes.

“Geez, /now/ I know why you’re always turning down our “girls’-nights-out” for these stupid babysitting stints,” laughed Miranda.

“Hey! It’s not like that!”

“Uh-huh,” Trisha said sarcastically with another eye-roll.

“Well, okay, yeah, I’m banging him behind his wife’s back; but /really/, I’m doing this mostly just for the benefit of the little kid, I swear! Well, that, and the money’s good.”

“Mmmm, speaking of which, where is this little brat that you’re always on about? I want to get her out of the way so we can have some /real/ fun!” said Miranda.

“But she /IS/ real fun! I’m serious guys! I just know that you’re gonna love her; she’s just sooo cute and adorable it’ll make you /melt/!”

“Uh, wait…” said Trisha, now slightly confused. “Are we talking the same type of “fun” here, because I thought you meant-”

“Using the girl as our own little living SEX DOLL, of course!” shouted Emily.

Instead of acting shocked, the other two young women just LAUGHED, and quickly began stripping naked, except for their high-heels, which they put back on.

“But won’t her dad notice?” asked Trisha, who was already fingering her cunt regardless, with Miranda not far behind.

“Nope! I’ve done this /tons/ of times before; almost since my first time babysitting the little brat. In case you haven’t noticed, I keep Mr. Adler’s attention fully on /me/ and make sure he has none left for his own daughter! He’ll believe anything I say! And even when his own innocent, little daughter tries to tell him what I’ve done, he still thinks she’s a liar! HA! Isn’t that awesome?!”

“Mmm, sure is! But what about her mom?”

And it was here that Emily’s smirk turned downright /evil/!

“Ohhh, that’s the /best/ part of all! She doesn’t give a /damn/ about the stupid brat! The only reason she even had a child was so she could use it as one of those “trophy kids” that every good, “traditional” business executive’s family is required to have in order to climb the corporate ladder. The mom doesn’t really care what happens to her own daughter so long as it doesn’t affect their being able to use her as a tool for “public relations” and to make goody-goody “family talk” with business partners and neighbors at social functions. Which is just fine with me; because if she really doesn’t give a SHIT about what happens to her daughter, then she doesn’t care if /I’m/ the cause of it!…No, wait, scratch that; /ESPECIALLY/ if I’m cause of it! I mean, they /did/ hire me to help their little bitch in line while they’re away, after all! HAHAHA!”

“Oh wow, what an awesome mom!” moaned Trisha who fingered herself harder. “I wanna grow up to be just like that!”

“I know, right?” asked Emily. “My mom brought me up with respect and affection, but if she thinks that I have a responsibility to carry those traits over as a babysitter, has SHE got another thing coming! I never suffered /any/ abuse as a child, and because of this, it's left my healthy body and well-adjusted mind perfectly equipped for me to /ensure/ that other children never receive this God-given right! HAHA!”

Emily noticed that her words were starting push Trisha over the edge.

“Hey!” chided Emily as she watched Trisha finger herself. “Save some of that for the kid!”

“You can’t blame me for being excited though!” exclaimed Trisha with shallow breaths. “This is the first time we’ve ever been invited to “babysit” someone! You are sooo lucky, Emily! You get to do this stuff all the time!”

“Geez Trish, settle down. I only do it once or twice a month. Besides, we do stuff like this all the time at school.”

“Yeah, but those losers and ugly freaks are, like, the same age as us. This is a /baby/!”

Emily rolled her eyes, “She’s a seven-year-old, snot-nosed brat; hardly a baby…even if she acts like one.”

“Who cares?!” gasped the naked Trisha, who was biting her lower lip and leaning over slightly as she fingered herself even harder “She’s sooo much younger, smaller, and weaker than us that she might as well be a baby! We can do practically /anything/ to her and she can’t fight back! How HOT is that?!”

“/Now/ you’re getting it! See? We’re strong, superior, sexy women and we love to use our superiority to dominate pathetic excuses-for-human-beings who are weaker than us! And just what is the most submissive, weakest, helpless, defenseless, and stupid type of pathetic excuses-for-human-beings of all?”

All three sexy sadists smiled as they blurted out the answer at the same time…

“…/CHILDREN!/ HAHAHAHA!” they all laughed.

“OH SHIT, I THINK I’M CUMMING ALREADY!” yelled Trisha.

“SHHH! Not so loud!” admonished Emily as she yanked Trisha’s hand out of her sopping-wet cunt (but still taking time to suckle the hand dry of girl-juice). “I don’t want to spoil the little brat’s “special surprise!” She doesn’t have any idea you’re here with me!” Emily then turned to yell up the stairs, “Oh wittle Addie!” called out the smiling babysitter in a sickly-sweet voice. “Why don’t you come down to play; I have lots of fun “games” planned for us tonight!”

From upstairs, no sound could be heard, though Emily gleefully imagined that the little brat was holding her breath and trying to hold back tears, as if the tiniest sound would give away her hiding place.

“Have it your way Addie, but be warned that you’re just making it harder on yourself and more thrilling for us…uh, I mean, me!” Then she turned back to her girlfriends. “Come on, the first “game” of the night is hide-and-seek; and with three of us against only one small weakling, I think I know a way to make it /extra/ exciting!” she laughed and then explained her plan as they trotted up the stairs.

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They went straight to the helpless, seven-year-old girl’s bedroom. Though the Adlers were not filthy rich by any means, they were still very well off overall and it was obvious that they liked to flaunt their affluence. Their home was filled with tasteful, modern, furniture. It was also very cold and sterile, with the only room showing any particular disorganization or warmth being Addie’s room. It was brightly colored and reeked of the silly pursuits and personal, messy touches that only a child was capable of producing.

It was yet another reason why Emily thought Addie didn’t belong in what was otherwise a professional, mature, and adult family like the Adlers. Honestly, she didn’t know why a pair of intelligent, well-off, sensible, and good looking adults like them would want to be burdened with a filthy, stinking, childish, snot-nosed, /brat/, even if they did just more-or-less use her as tool to advance their own selfish goals.

Though Addie had gotten creative a few times before with Emily by hiding in the bathroom, or the kitchen cabinets, or the laundry room, and even in the attic once, more often than not, the little stinker always hid in her bedroom. Emily guessed there was some type of psychological aspect behind it; the little twerp felt safe or reassured by familiar surroundings, no matter how many times Emily had continued to find her in there and then abuse her afterwards. Probably the kid was just too stupid to think of much else in the way of trying to escape.

Her parents had absolutely forbidden her from going outside, after one time when she had thought to hide in a tree in the backyard. Mr. Adler had busted his daughter’s tiny ass with a belt so much after that incident, that it had made anything Emily had ever done look tame by comparison. Besides, the girl’s parents had gotten in the habit of checking on their daughter before they left the house, to make sure that she didn’t cause the babysitter any trouble by hiding. And since Addie didn’t have much time to sneak out of her room afterwards, that meant that her parents’ efforts just made it all the easier on Emily, by knowing exactly where the runt was! HA!

Emily motioned to her co-conspirators silently as they went into the little girl’s room and closed the door behind them, with Emily propping a chair against the handle to prevent escape.

“Oh wittle Addie, where are you baby?” giggled Emily.

They quickly checked the closet, underneath the desk, and knocked over a pile of stuffed animals. There was only one place left; underneath the bed. Emily smirked to the others and silently pointed down. She leaned over and raised the covers that were flowing over the bed and onto the floor. She saw a small stack of old shoe boxes, backpacks, and other assorted items. The little snot-nosed turd must’ve thought that she was being clever by creating a barrier of junk to hide behind.

Emily got up and smiled at her friends, motioning to them that the stupid turd was hiding under the bed and thought that they hadn’t spotted her. At Emily’s direction, the two sexy teens got up on the bed, making as little noise or movement as possible.

Then Emily headed for the door before turning back around and yelling loudly, “Hmm, the stupid stinker must be hiding somewhere else. Well, she might try to run, but she can’t hide! I’m going to find you, Addie, no matter where in this house you are!”

Addie, lying under the bed, heard the chair being pulled away from the door which was then opened, followed by the sound of high-heels clicking down the hall as the door closed again.

After a few moments, Addie, being a typical stupid child, thought it was safe enough to push aside the old shoe boxes and other junk and come out. She couldn’t stay under there for long; the babysitter would come back looking for her. She had to get out! She knew that her parents told her not to leave the house, but maybe she could run from one room to the other while Emily was searching for her until her parents got home. She knew they wouldn’t be home for hours yet, but being a rather stupid and desperate child, she was still full of hope and confidence in her own cleverness, despite always having lost the “hide-and-seek” battle to Emily dozens of times before.

She got up and slowly opened the door, peeking out down the hall, when she suddenly heard giggling…coming from BEHIND her!

She whipped around to find two young, beautiful, /naked/ women sitting atop her bed! Only their legs and laps were covered up by the sheets. Who were they?!

“Well hi there! Were you hiding under the bed the whole time? Wow, that’s clever!” said the black teen.

“What were you doing hiding under the bed?” asked the other one. “Were you scared of something?”

Addie just stood, trembling in fear and shock.

“Are you okay? We’re you’re guardian angels, so there’s no need to be afraid of us.”

After blinking and then rubbing her eyes, Addie looked over the beautiful, naked, and smiling women again. Had she heard them correctly?

“My…my guardian angels?”

“Yeah, everybody has one; didn’t you know that? But children, and especially little girls, are considered extra-special, so they get two!”

“Y-You’re my guardian angels? Why are you…n-naked?”

Trisha giggled, “Angels don’t really need clothes, silly. Haven’t you ever heard of Adam and Eve? They were naked all the time before they were thrown out of Eden.”

“B-B-But,” stuttered Addie, who could hardly believe that there were two angels sitting in front of her, though they certainly were beautiful enough to be angels, except… “aren’t you supposed to have wings? And shiny rings of light above your heads?”

“We /do/ have wings and halos! You just can’t see or feel them because they’re invisible in this dimensional plane of existence.”

Addie shook her head again. She couldn’t understand much of what the “angels” were trying to explain to her. Could it be true? Had her prayers finally been answered?

“So…you’re really my guardian angels?”

“Didn’t I already say that? Sheesh, are you dum-uh, disbelieving? We heard you praying for help from all the way up in Heaven and decided to come and see what the trouble was. But I don’t see anything wrong. Wasn’t that your babysitter in here just now? Maybe she can help you out instead, if it’s just something minor.”

Addie quickly and enthusiastically shook her head no.

“Oh? But why? Won’t Emily be worried about you?”

Addie shook her head no again, “S-She just wants to find me so she can hurt me! Please help hide me! Make me en…en…enbisable? Make me disappear like your wings! Don’t let her know I’m here, /pleaseee/!”

Trisha put on a look of fake shock while Miranda had to grind her teeth to keep from laughing out loud.

“Hurt you?! But you’re such a cute little thing! Why would your babysitter want to hurt you?”

The girl finally broke down, sobbing heavily as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

“I…I don’t know why she wansha hursh me sho mush! /sob/ I n-never did a-anything mean to h-/sob/-her!”

Both of the older girls tasted blood as they bit their cheeks while trying not to laugh at the poor girl’s plight. Unfortunately for Addie, the taste of blood, even their own, only egged the two teenaged demons on even more.

“Oh, I’m sooo sorry, dear! Why don’t you come up here and we’ll try and see if we can sort this whole thing out.”

The child was weary, but was also desperate for comfort, so she did as she was told and climbed up onto the bed and snuggled between the two beautiful women. After all, there was no way that anybody in the whole wide world for that matter, and certainly nobody sent from Heaven like they were, could ever be as mean or as nasty as Emily was! And they were supposed to be her guardian angels, so they must be here to help her!

Maybe these two could tell her parents what Emily had done to her! Her parents never believed her when she told them how mean Emily was. They thought she was a liar! They always believed Emily instead, just because the babysitter was older than her, even though she was their own daughter! But with two angels vouching for her, maybe her parents would believe her, if she could convince the two angels that what she was saying was true. But what if the angels weren’t allowed to talk to her parents and could only appear to her? Maybe she could still get them to talk to the teacher at Sunday school or the church priest! Surely the angels would be able to be seen by them!

She snuggled up between the two, who began to lovingly stroke her hair and mumble baby-ish words of reassurance.

“Now why don’t you tell us what sort of delicious-uhh, I mean, dreadful things you /think/ Emily did to you? I’m sure it’s all just an innocent mistake,” soothed Trisha as she rubbed the little girl’s back, her delicate fingers slowly moving their way lower and lower.

Miranda, on the other hand, was having a hard time stroking the girl’s hair while resisting the urge to simply take the entire head in her strong grip and POP it open like a rotten melon! Her other hand was gripping the wooden bed-frame so hard, that she had to stop when she heard the wood start to splinter!

Little Addie vigorously shook her head at Trisha’s implication that Emily’s actions were all an innocent misunderstanding.

“Nooo! She does it on purpose! Can’t you see it all from heaven?”

“Well, uhhh, Heaven is very far away, up in the clouds, and sometimes it’s hard to see all the way down here, especially with the roof of your house being in the way. Plus, we have lots of children to help watch over, so sometimes we can miss things. But I think we’d know if she was /really/ trying to hurt you, like you say.”

“But she…she hits me really hard!”

“Oh? Where does she hit you? She doesn’t hit your pretty face, does she?”

“Some…sometimes she does, but when she does it there, she usually slaps me, and not hits me with her fist. But she did do that once! But then one of my teeth fell out, and I when I told mommy and daddy about it, they just thought it was a regular ol’ loose tooth that just fell out on its own and that I was lying about Emily hitting me! Even the Tooth Fairy believed it, because I still got a coin when daddy put the tooth under my pillow!”

Both of the older girls swallowed hard and tried to avoid salivating outright. This girl was just too young and innocent to resist!

…Resist /HURTING/, that is!

“But Emily likes to hit me all over! But she /really/ likes to hit and slap my bum most of all! She does that almost every time she comes over!”

“Huh, you mean she spanks you down here?” Trisha reached down and pinched the little girl’s tush which elicited a squeak from her. “Hmm, my babysitter used to spank me down there when I was naughty or misbehaved…uh, back when I was human and before I became an angel, of course. Are you a naughty little girl sometimes too?”

“No, no, no! Honest, I’m not! Emily just hits me down there for no good reason! She says it’s ‘cause I’m small and weaker than her, but that’s not a good reason! And…and she does other things down there too…”

“Hmm? Like what? What does she do to your cute little tushy?”

“Well, sometimes, she…she puts stuff in it.”

“She puts stuff in your tushy? How can she do that? Is your tushy hollow or something?”

Despite the serious nature of the talk, the young girl almost giggled. She was becoming much more relaxed around the two angels. They were so much nicer than Emily, despite the fact that they were both just as beautiful as Emily and looked like they were the same age as her. Maybe she could convince the two that Emily was a stupid, hurtful, meanie who deserved to go to HELL for what she had done! Addie knew that Hell was a horrible place, but Emily was a horrible person and it would serve her right to end up there!

“Nooo! I mean, sometimes she /does/ puts stuff up my bum, but she also…she puts stuff in the spot between my tushy,” she whispered the last part ashamedly.

“The spot between your tushy? What does that mean?”

“Well, umm, ya know…”

“You mean the hole in your bum where you shit-, err, I mean, poop-y out of? How could she put something in there? Stuff is only supposed to come out of there. What kind of stuff does she put in there?”

“Usually she sticks her fingers up there and wiggles them around and it /hurts/! But sometimes she also puts sticks and stones up there, or the arms and legs of my stuffed animals, and once, she even stole some of my mom’s necklaces and put them up there!

“She put your mom’s necklaces up your tushy?! Are they still up there?!”

“N-No, I pushed ‘em back out. But Emily didn’t even clean ‘em, and my mom wore some them afterwards! I didn’t wanna tell my mom though, ‘cause I was afraid she’d hate me if I told her! She already tells me that she hates me sometimes…” The women had to cough off to the sides to hide their snorts of amusement. Fortunately, the little turd was too stupid to notice. “…But I was afraid she would /really/ hate me if she found out something she was wearing around her neck was dirty ‘cause they were up my…uh…you know…”

The young girl flushed bright red, not only from the personal nature of the discussion, but also from Trisha’s finger, which was sliding back-and-forth against her little puckered ass-hole, with the fabric of her little shorts rubbing against it soothingly. It felt a little naughty, but in a good way. It felt much nicer than the stuff Emily did to her bum! These angels were /sooo/ much nicer than Emily was! She was so relieved to be comforted like this, that she didn’t even realize that Emily could’ve easily searched the whole house twice over by now and should have been back.

But then again, Addie was nothing more than just a stupid bratty kid, so she didn’t question it.

“You mean because they were up your tushy?”

“No!” she giggled. “I mean, she put them up my…you know…my second hole? She likes to stick things up in there! It hurts! She says I deserve it because it’s puny and not like a real lady’s, but I think it is! I mean, all ladies have one, right?”

But Miranda and Trisha just looked down at her in mock confusion. Addie blushed an even deeper shade of red and then leaned up to whisper to the older girls.

“You know…your /cunny/?” she whispered the word as if it were forbidden under law. And knowing how angry her parents would’ve been had they heard her, it might as well be.

“/Cunny?/ I’ve never heard of that?” asked Trisha. “Are you sure that /all/ women have it? I think I would know if I had something called a “cunny” between my tush-cheeks. But then again, I’m an angel, maybe it’s something that just human women have.”

“Yes! At least, I /think/ all ladies have it. My mommy said they all did. She even showed me hers.”

Both of the scheming sadists had to resist /extra/ hard at making a crude joke or comment about /that/.

“Well, I don’t think /I/ have one. What do you think Miranda?”

“Nope. /Cunny/ sounds like something weak and delicate. I’m pretty sure I don’t have anything pathetic like that.”

“That’s what Emily calls it!” gasped Addie, who scooted a little closer to Trisha and away from Miranda. “She says that it’s small and weak and pa…umm, path?...pathetic! But I know that she has one too, because she shows it to me and shoves it in my face and then forces me to eat and lick the slimy goop that comes out of it! But she says hers is better because it’s bigger and men can use it! She says that they shove their pee-pee’s up it! And…and…sometimes she has a pee-pee too! One that that she can take off! And she puts it up my cunny! But she says that it still doesn’t mean my cunny is a real one! But her pee-pee hurts more than anything else she puts up there! It usually bleeds when she does!”

Now the “attentive listeners” gave her mock looks of perplexed astonishment and disbelief.

“Wait, you have a second hole in your tush that makes goop that you eat?”

“And that Emily has both a “cunny” /and/ a pee-pee? So is Emily a boy or a girl?”

“Nooo! Its…it only…Emily’s cunny makes goop because she’s older! My mom says her cunny does it too, but hers bleeds blood once a month, and Emily’s must be different, because hers is just this weird-tasting goop, and it does it all the time! And Emily’s pee-pee isn’t really hers, because she can take it off! I think maybe she stole it from some boy!”

It sounded weird even to Addie, and she could tell from the looks of incredulity on the angel’s faces that they didn’t believe her.

“I know it sounds really weird, but it’s true!” she pleaded.

“Hmmm, I dunno,” said Trisha skeptically. “It all sounds a little made-up to me. Are you sure that Emily didn’t just spank your tushy because you were being a naughty girl and making up stories like this?”

“Nooo, I swear it’s true!”

“Then show us!” demanded Miranda.

“Yeah, show us this “cunny” of yours, if you really have one!”

But Addie was obviously shy about such a private subject, especially one that Emily often exploited and that her own parents told her was wrong to show or talk about with anybody but them. The two wolves-in-sheep’s-clothing immediately took advantage of her hesitation.

“Ha! I knew it! I knew she was making it up! And here we thought she was really in actual trouble! Boy, won’t God be angry with her when he tell Him what a filthy, stinking, little liar she is! He might even send her straight to HELL!”

Addie gasped in terror! But the “angels” were on a roll and wouldn’t let up!

“It’s no wonder that Emily doesn’t like her,” agreed the other angel. “Nobody likes little girls who lie. I bet that’s why Emily spanks her!”

“Ha! I bet Emily doesn’t even spank her at all! I bet the little skank was lying about that too, just to get our attention and our pity!”

“NOOO! I’m not lying, I swear! Here, look!”

Addie stood up on the bed and quickly shucked her shorts and pulled aside her cartoon-laden underwear. She even bent over and raised her ass in the air, holding aside her undies with one hand while pushing aside her cute ass-cheeks and spreading her pre-pubescent vagina lips open with her other hand.

This time Miranda and Trisha couldn’t hold back their salivations. This naïve little piece of rape-bait was making it just /too/ easy for them!

“See?! See?!”

The leering lesbian pedophiles took a good, long, admiring look before responding.

“Ohhh, /that/!” exclaimed Trisha as she forcibly pulled the little girl’s underwear down, despite her squeaky, feeble protests. “So /that’s/ what you meant by a “cunny”! That’s not what we call ours at all!” she said as she began to softly rub the orifice with her own hand while also grabbing Addie’s hand and forcibly using it as well.

“S-So you do have them? W-What do you call yours?”

“The proper name for it on any /REAL/ woman is a CUNT!”

“Or a PUSSY!”

“Or a SNATCH!”

“FUCKHOLE!”

“FUCK-SLEEVE!”

“TWAT!”

“BITCH-BURROW!”

“WHORE-HOLE!”

“SLUT-CAVERN!”

“PIMPING-POCKET!”

“SPERM-SHELTER!”

“But /NEVER/…” they both proclaimed at the same time, “…a /cunny/!”

“A /cunny/ is for weak little babies!” spat Miranda.

“Geez, it’s no wonder that we had trouble understanding what you were talking about! Just look at the difference between our /cunts/ and your “cunny”! Ours are so much bigger and better-looking than yours that it’s hard to tell that you even have one! You probably couldn’t fit more than one finger up that pathetic little bitch-hole! Let’s find out!”

Trisha mercilessly stuck a finger up the helpless little girl’s cunt…then two…then three! All the while, she forcibly held Addie’s hand and made the little crying bitch rub herself while the teen finger-fucked her.

“Nooo! Stop it! Let me go! This is icky!” cried the little snot-ball as the women uncaringly finger-raped her, completely unfeeling towards their whining sex-toy’s discomfort, other than the fact that it got them off even more to know she was in pain.

“Huh, I guess I wrong about only being able to rape her with one finger. Wow, Emily must’ve really done a Hell of job in stretching this little bitch out.”

At hearing the “angel’s” words, Addie gasped in horror! Her tormentors, knowing that the jig was up, shamelessly threw off the sheets that were covering the lower halves of their beautiful, luscious, naked bodies. They scotched back and parted their legs and used their hands to part their cunt lips (with Trisha still keeping one hand lodged up Addie’s “cunny” all the while).

“Now /THESE/ are /CUNTS/!” they both shouted!

Addie choked and sobbed in fear…but not at the sight of the women’s glorious cunts…but rather, at the sight of what was sticking out of them!

“And these are our fake pee-pee’s, just like Emily’s!” shouted Trisha. “Or, as any /REAL/ woman, or man, would call them, DOUBLE-ENDED, CHILD-FUCKING, DILDOS!”

“OR FILTHY FAKE DICKS!” added Miranda.

“MOCK-COCKS!”

“PLEASURE-RODS!”

“RUBBER WAR-HAMMERS!”

“CUNT-COOKERS!”

“PUSSY-POUNDERS!”

“BITCH-BEATERS!”

“BABY-BLASTERS!”

“WHORE-HITTERS!”

“SLUT-SAVIORS!”

“FUCK-STICKS!”

“DUM-DUM DING-DONGS!”

“…Hehe, ding-dong, the bitch is dead!” sang Trisha, who then SPAT on little Addie’s crying face, and then on the girl’s pathetic “cunny”, enabling her to squeeze a /fourth/ finger painfully inside.

Then, both of the women yelled, “But you can call it…YOUR WORST NIGHTMARE! HAHAHA!” they both laughed cruelly!

Addie cried and wailed in panic and pain! Her guardian angels had turned out to be horrible demons! Why was it that all the beautiful adults hated her so much?! She had never done anything to harm them! First, her own mom, then the babysitter, and now even her own guardian angels hated her and wanted to hurt her! Why?! Was being small and weak really such a horrible sin?

As if to answer her question, Trisha’s wiggling fingers were painfully YANKED out and quickly replaced by Miranda’s magnificent double-ended dildo!

“HAHA! YEAH TAKE MY FAKE DICK YOU STUPID CHILD-BITCH!”

Addie /screeched/ as Miranda mercilessly pushed it in!

“Oh, come off it, you bitch! This dildo is only a few inches long and not even as big around as my wrist! Most boys your age probably have /real/ dicks bigger than this! Not that any of those boys would ever be interested in a snot-nosed cry-baby with a pathetic “cunny” like yours when there’s /REAL/ women with /REAL/ cunts like us around!”

Blood was flowing freely out of the poor, crying girl’s abused “cunny” as Miranda began PUMPING in deeper and deeper. The blood stained little Addie’s hand, which was still being forcibly held against her stretched and bruised bum by Trisha.

“See? There’s even lube! Too bad it’s not virgin blood. I’m guessing you haven’t been a virgin for a while now, have you, you stupid slut?! Gawd, not even eight-years-old yet, and you’re already a filthy, fucking whore!” Miranda spat.

“You got that right!” laughed a voice from the other side of the room.

Both of the smiling sadists turned to see Emily strut in, wearing nothing but high heels and a dildo of her own. Addie’s tearful eyes grew wider and, realizing with stupidity that she had been tricked, started a fresh batch of wailing and bawling, which only egged her delighted rapists on more.

“Ohhh, what’s the matter cry-baby? Aren’t you glad that that your guardian angels are here to show you just how much God loves you and what He really thinks of you?”

The three demons all laughed.

“So were you able to hear everything through the door?” asked Trisha as she now added her own dildo to Addie’s tiny ass and began to time her rape-rhythms with Miranda. Whenever one woman pulled out a bit, the other pumped in.

“Yeah! I had a bit of trouble hearing the first bit, but once you distracted her, I cracked the door open. I nearly came several times listening to you two talk-up this retarded bitch! Haha! I can’t believe that she bought all of that! She seriously believed that you were angels sent Heaven to help her! God help any stupid little brats wandering around if you sluts ever get your hands on some angel costumes; this town would be childless in a week!”

“Mmmm, now there’s an idea!” said Miranda as she pumped in even harder, eliciting further shrieks of pain from the crying and sobbing rape-toy.

“Hehe! Can you believe how stupid the little turd is? This is what I love about babysitting; the stupid brats are too fucking naive to even know when they’re being abused!” giggled Emily.

“Ohh, I don’t know about that…if this little cry-baby’s struggles are any indication, then I’d say she’s fully aware that we’re willfully hurting her for own pleasure! HA!” laughed Miranda.

Addie was going hoarse from all of her screaming and sobbing and yelling in pain. The women just yelled louder in ecstasy to cover the pathetic wails up.

“OH SHIT!” yelled Trisha. “This is AWESOME! I’ve always loved dominating pathetic weaklings, but I never seriously thought about how utterly puny and helpless little kids are before! The turd probably weighs less than even just one of my boobs, but yet I’m FUCKING RAPING her with the force of my entire body! Just think of the indescribable pain she must be feeling! HAHA! I can’t wait to try this out on other stupid little brats!”

Miranda growled, “FUCK YEAH! THIS IS THE BEST! Even the bitch’s screams of pain are getting me off!” Then, as if in total contradiction to what she just said, Miranda SLAPPED the little crying brat HARD across the face. “But that doesn’t mean I’ve changed my mind on how much I /hate/ stupid little fucking cry-babies!”

“Ohhh, I can fix that!” laughed Emily. “And I bet that her cries will get /me/ off even more than you!”

Despite being rattled almost to the point of unconsciousness by pain, both emotional and physical, and despite her naivety and stupidity, little Addie was able to decipher the meaning behind Emily’s words, especially since she had been on the receiving end of Emily’s treatments many times before. She tried in vain to move her head away, but Miranda was more than happy to take the tiny bitch’s fragile jaw in her tight grip and FORCE the struggling child’s mouth wide open…leaving Addie’s wriggling tongue as the perfect welcoming mat for Emily’s strap-on dildo!

“NOOO-GHAHCKWWWW!” was all the little rape-toy was able to scream out before Emily’s fake cock closed up her throat.

“Quick! Fuck all her holes at the same time! PUMP INTO THE LITTLE BITCH AT THE SAME TIME!”

The women altered their rhythm so that they were all thrusting in-and-out in unison.

“OH FUCKING GAWD! Just look at the little shit’s body! It’s stretching in and out like an accordion!”

And indeed, every time the three powerful, strong women thrusted towards each other, Addie’s small body crumpled up, and every time they pulled back, her body would get hung on their fake cocks and stretch out, sometimes to the point where her ribs were visible through her skin and the outline of her stomach and other organs could also be seen!

Emily rolled her eyes. “And you two thought that playing with a little cry-baby would be no fun! I told you that it’s always enjoyable when you get to show off just how superior you are! And it always works best on unsuspecting, innocent, stupid, children…the most undeniably feeble and inferior pieces of shit there are! HA!”

“OHHH FUCK! You were right, Emily! Raping little kids is the best!!” yelled Trisha.

“You ain’t seen nothing yet! See how the little bitch is struggling to breathe even though my dick isn’t even half-way in? Watch what happens when I PLUNGE it all down her pathetic pussy-throat!”

The outline of Emily’s dildo could be seen STRETCHING poor Addie’s throat as it went down her gullet and even past her neck and into her chest, hitting the lower esophageal sphincter and even breaking through to her stomach! The spit-roasted child convulsed as she tried to vomit, but the bile was blocked by the dildo…as was her oxygen supply!

Addie’s face turned even redder, and then a light shade or purple, as Emily kept moving forward, until her dildo was down the little pussy-throat to the hilt and Emily could feel her pubes brushing against the suffocating girl’s teeth! Her bubble-butt cheeks smothered the little dying bitch.

“This is another baby/sitting/ game I invented! And it involves, fittingly, /sitting/ on her face! My dildo is clogging her throat and my sweet ass is smothering her nose! There’s only way for her to get enough air to survive…and that’s to get me off with her tongue and hope I let up before she passes out /permanently/! HAHAHAHA!”

For a brief moment, Emily rose up just a little bit, to show her awed lovers the little fuck-sleeve’s small tongue, circling up past the dildo that was rammed into her mouth and wriggling up into Emily’s cunt, which was nearly flush with the child-bitch’s lips!

“OH, MY, GAWD!” shouted Trisha! “How the Hell is she doing that?! And upside down?! /I/ can’t even do that when I’m right-side up, much less with a dick clogging up my throat!”

Emily laughed, “She has /years/ of practice! Plus, her being upside-down actually seems to help. But I find the biggest incentive is that she thinks she’ll DIE if she doesn-OHHHSWEETSATAN,YESSS! THAT’S IT! THAT’S THE SPOT! TONGUE ME YOU STUPID CHILD-WHORE! EAT ME OUT WHILE I RAPE YOUR FUCKING THROAT! SHIT, I /LOVE/ LITTLE CHILD TONGUE! SO SMALL! SO FLEXIBLE! SOOO FUCKING GOOD!”

Without warning, Trisha leaned over and grabbed Emily into a soul-searing kiss! The two quickly began to fondle each other’s naked bodies, while never losing their rhythm as they rode their little rape-toy. Finally, they broke for air.

“Whoa!” gasped Emily. “Where did /that/ come from?” True, Emily had always been attracted to Trisha and Miranda (with bodies like theirs, who wouldn’t?) and they had even shared partners before, even at the same time, but this was the first time they had ever shared anything this /intense/.

“It came from my CUNT! Literally! It squirted just from watching you face-rape that little helpless bitch while she simultaneously tongues your superior, suffocating ASS even as it slowly KILLS her! It’s amazing! /You’re/ amazing!”

The two quickly engaged in another bout of passionate spit-swapping, only to be interrupted when a somewhat-jealous Miranda forcibly broke them apart, only to start making out with her fellow sexy rapists herself. Soon, they devolved into a near-indistinguishable mass of hot and sweaty bodies; groping, caressing, kissing, tonguing, and licking each other like animals in heat!

Meanwhile, Addie was slowly being deprived of oxygen from beneath Emily’s massive ass. The brief intervals between humps when Emily would raise her ass up enough for Addie to breathe weren’t enough to stop the girl from slowly suffocating. And the rape-toy’s frantic squirming for air was only egging her tormentor on even further. Addie knew from sad experience that there was only one way to get her babysitter’s massive ass off of her before she passed out…

“OH FUCK /YESSSS/!! TONGUE ME! EAT ME OUT YOU LITTLE CHILD-BITCH-WHORE!” Emily cried as Addie’s little squirming tongue penetrated her ass-hole and then wriggled out along her perineum and up into her wet, slobbering cunt. Emily’s back arched and Trisha and Miranda each took one of the presented, large, teenage tits into their mouths and began sucking.

The added sensations of her lovers mauling her tits sent her over the edge!

“OHHHAHHHHHGHHH!”

Addie’s own disgusting efforts were “rewarded” with a massive /gush/ of girl-cum, and even piss, SQUIRTING straight into her eyes, nose, mouth, and all over her face! Emily saw spots of color form in front of her as she fell to the side, her girlfriends catching her and helping to lay her down on the bed. Her dildo was still lodged in Addie’s bruised and bleeding mouth, but the angle changed so that it was hitting and stretching against one side of the little cum-dump’s throat, so she was able to breathe once more.

Unfortunately for the little rape-doll, the air instantly became very rank as Emily finished up with a particularly rancid and wet fart right in her face! Then her breathing was cut off altogether as a torrent of vomit forced its way up and left her hacking and coughing bile all over her disgusting body as Emily finally removed the dildo entirely.

“That was one of the most intense sensations I’ve ever had!” gasped Emily. “There is /NO WAY/ that I’m ever going back to babysitting alone after this! I hope you two enjoy being child-molesting-rapists, because you’re both coming with me from now on!”

“Oh, we’re /cumming/ with you all right!” said Miranda and little Addie’s eyes, bleary from tears, cum, piss, rancid farts, vomit, and being grinded against ass-flesh and pubes, only vaguely caught sight of the Hispanic’s teen’s form as it lowered over her face and took Emily’s place before the child could hack back enough vomit to scream. “WE’RE GOING TO BE /CUMMING/ ALL OVER HER STUPID FUCKING FACE! HAHAHA!”

Miranda began viciously pumping and raping the little girl’s throat, putting even more force behind her thrusts than even Emily had, and using the innocent child’s recently-stretched throat, with blood and vomit acting as lube, to quickly shove her fake dick down to the hilt, not caring at all that she was shoving bile and goop straight into the young girl’s lungs.

“OH FUCKING SHIT! I THINK I FEEL HER STOMACH’S SPHINCTER! I’M GONNA POP HER STOMACH’S CHERRY! HAHA! I GET TO TAKE THE LITTLE SHIT’S VIRGINITY FROM HER FUCKING THROAT-“CUNNY”! HAHAHAHA! TAKE THAT, YOU DEFENSELESS BITCH! YOUR FUCKING WORM-TONGUE BETTER GET ME OFF FAST OR I’M GONNA /RIP/ YOUR FUCKING STOMACH OUT WITH MY COCK!”

Unfortunately for Addie, Miranda’s gigantic ass (which was almost as big as the other two women’s /combined/) was so strong that it was virtually made of steel, and she was determined that her new toy would pass out from exhaustion before she got off!

As Miranda had moved to rape the little child-whore’s face, Trisha switched from Addie’s ass to her “cunny” in one stroke, leaving Emily to take up the slack. The babysitter eagerly violated the suffocating girl’s ass with her vomit-and-blood-covered dildo, pushing all of the vile liquid coating deep into the open and sore ass-rape-wounds that had been previously opened by her lover, as the trio fucked in-tune to each other all the while. Emily was so horny, despite just having such an intense orgasm, that she eagerly engaged her black girlfriend in a full make-out session. When the two finally broke from their intense snogging, Emily noticed that Miranda’s massive, tight ass had grabbed hold of the little twerp’s head was literally SNAPPING it from side-to-side just by clenching it!

“Hey!” giggled Emily. “Watch it! Don’t snap her neck around too much! She a fucking weakling, you know! You could kill her!”

Miranda shrugged, not really caring. “I thought you said that the little bitch’s mom didn’t care about her and that you had her daddy wrapped around your little finger?”

“Well, yeah, maybe, but Trisha hasn’t had a chance to try her out yet! And I still have more fun babysitting games that I want you guys to try out! So save some for the rest of us!”

Miranda huffed, not used to holding back, /especially/ when her long-held dream of having an innocent, defenseless child under her ass had finally come true! She started to mercilessly hit and whack the little slut in an effort to vent her frustrations, and no amount of crying or tonguing or lapping at her sopping cunt or filthy ass was going to stop her or get her off as easily as it had her two lovers.

Emily, even as she was in the throes of another orgasm, knew that she would have to act fast or this might turn into something more extreme than even she had wanted (well, not that she didn’t “want” it; just that that she was eager for the fun to continue for a while more)! Fortunately, Emily had been in enough sexual escapades with her friends that she knew their sexual weaknesses as well as their strengths. And while Miranda’s massive ass and cunt were as strong and hard as rock, her breasts, which were actually slightly smaller than Emily’s, were /extremely/ sensitive!

Emily reached out and began fondling and groping them.

“Hey! Stop that!” /squealed/ Miranda, who /never/ squealed unless she was aroused.

Trisha, seeing what her lover was up to, quickly joined in. Miranda tried to push and bat them away with her superior strength, but her muscles quickly turned to jelly as jolts of pleasure racked her body. Emily and Trisha rapidly progressed from hand-action to tongue-action, each taking a nipple into their mouths and suckling it, as Miranda and Trisha had done for Emily earlier.

“OH SHIT!”

With Miranda’s muscles going limp, she was now much more susceptible to the ministrations of Addie’s desperately wriggling, worm-like tongue.

“OH CRAP! STOP IT! I WANT IT TO LAST LONGER! STO-OHHHH, FUCK! I’M CUMMMINNGGG! ARRGH!”

Miranda’s orgasm was the shortest, but most intense, of all. It came out almost as a single large wave, combined with a reeking, wet, explosive FART, followed by a small trickle of girl-juice leaking out. Her massive ass CRASHED down on the girl’s face.

After a few minutes of heavy panting (and loving caresses and light kisses from her sexy, sadist friends), Miranda looked up and stared passionately right into Trisha’s eyes.

“Try it! You’ve /got/ to try it!” She then turned to Emily. “Let’s all switch places! I want to try her ass now!”

“Hell yeah! Three of us, and three whore-holes for each of us to try! We’re not stopping until we’ve cum from raping each one! Whoo-hoo!”

Miranda sat up and turned around and all three of the beautiful female rapists looked down…only to BURST in laughter at Addie’s messed-up face!

“HAHAHA! Your ass was so powerful, that I think you actually BROKE her nose!”

“Just look at that nose bleed! How many noses do you know spew out snot, blood, vomit, /and/ cum all at the same time? HAHA!”

To top it all off, Miranda thought that the thick layer of gelatinous goo needed just a /little/ something extra, so she /SPAT/ right in the girl’s face, followed quickly by Emily and Trisha.

“HAHAHAHA! My gawd, have you ever seen such a slut?!”

“What a whore! Hehe!”

“Stupid bitch’s face looks like some kind of fucked-up oil painting!”

“/Fucked-up/ is right! HAHAHA!”

Emily leaned over and, with a loud, sickening, “SNAP”, bent Addie’s busted nose back into place.

“There you go Trisha, now it’s your turn! Just be careful not to crush her nose into bits when you’re grinding your ass against her face! Now go get ‘er girl! Haha!”

Trisha was only too-eager to obey. Addie was only able to whimper out a few moans of pained resistance before the black teenager began straddling her face. Emily quickly switched to the little fuck-sleeve’s “cunny”, taking it up to the hilt easily as Miranda took her place raping the child-slut’s ass.

“Ohhh fuck! It goes in sooo much easier when it’s stretched out and lubed with blood! Thanks Trisha!”

But Trisha didn’t seem very satisfied with riding the little whore’s face, despite the stimulation from having such a small, weak, and pathetic thing forcibly smothered between her impressive ass for the first time in her life.

“I think something’s wrong…the little shit isn’t putting much effort into it. I guess we tired her out.”

But Emily was having /none/ of that!

“Damn you stupid little snot-nosed shit! I will /NOT/ have the likes of you embarrassing me in front of my friends! I promised them a fun time and /you’re/ going to be the one to give it to them, whether you like it or not!”

She PUNCHED the struggling little girl HARD in the stomach! The hit caused young Addie to cry and wheeze in pain and Trisha to moan in pleasure. Emily then hit her again and again, trying to get her friend off! But each hit only resulted in a temporary spurt of ecstasy for Trisha, and Emily couldn’t hit the little punching-bag much harder for fear of causing something worse than just bruises that, or without causing the little shit to disgustingly vomit all over her lover’s smothering ass.

“Come on you stupid bitch! Tongue her! Eat her out! She’s your fucking babysitter too and your superior in every way so you had better pleasure her the way she deserves!” But Addie was simply too weak. She wasn’t used to pleasuring /three/ women with insatiable sexual appetites! “Okay, fine then, have it your way…” Emily reached over into her bag and pulled out a riding crop. “…and I’ll have it /MY/ way!”

She pulled on one of Addie’s feebly kicking legs and Miranda, who easily guessed what her friend was doing, pulled the other one, spreading the girl’s legs apart and leaving her inferior little child-bum exposed.

WHACK! Emily slammed down the riding crop HARD on the uncooperative brat’s perineum, with both her and Miranda still thrusting and raping into the little piglet’s hole’s all-the-while!

WHACK!

WHACK!

WHACK!

“Hehe! It’s a good thing these aren’t /real/ cocks, or we’d probably be in just as much pain as she is right now!” laughed Miranda.

With each cry, the defenseless little seven-year-old girl screamed further into the black teenager’s ass, and with each cry, Trisha’s moans grew longer and more intense. Miranda was frigging herself, in addition to still pumping in-and-out of the seven-year-old girl’s ass. The Hispanic teen was excited to finally see a little bit of physical violence and torture come into play. But still, she couldn’t help but goad Emily about it.

“Won’t her parents be upset if you hit her pathetic “cunny” like that? It will bruise easily, you know, especially on a small, pitiful, weakling like her.”

“Nah…” WHACK! “…her parents…” WHACK! “…allow me to spank her…” WHACK! “…when she misbehaves.” WHACK! “And she’s /definitely/…” WHACK! “…misbehaving!” WHACK!

“Yeah!” moaned Trisha. “The stupid brat won’t tongue my stinky ass or my wet, hairy cunt! Just how rude and insolent can you get?! Kids these days are so disrespectful to their elders! They need some good corporal punish-AHHH SHIT YES!! /THERE/ WE GO! NOW YOU’RE GETTING IT! TONGUE MY ASS, YOU SILLY LITTLE BITCH! GIVE IT TO ME! GIVE ME YOUR TONGUE! GIVE ME YOUR /LIFE/! GIVE ME EVERYTHING! GIVE IT TO ME OR I’M GOING TO /TAKE IT/ AWAY FROM YOU!” She turned to Emily. “May I?” she asked, though she didn’t even wait for a response before she GRABBED the riding crop out of her friend’s hand and began WHACKING the girl harshly, much more so than Emily had…and not just on her bum either!

“FUCK! I LOVE HURTING CHILDREN! I LOVE HURTING LITTLE GIRLS! I LOVE FEELING SO GOOD WHILE YOU FEEL SO MUCH /PAIN/! RUIN HER CUNT, EMILY! BREAK HER ASS, MIRANDA! I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MUCH, SO DO IT FOR ME! /RIP/ HER IN HALF WHILE I SMACK HER RAW AND RAPE HER THROAT! HURT THE BITCH! HURRTTT! HURT!HURT!HURT!HURT! HU-OHFUCK, THAT’S IT! I’M CUMMINNGGG!”

The black teen came so hard that she fell right off the bed, with a stream of girl-cum and piss shooting out of her ass while a stream of blood and vomit shot out of Addie’s newly-unclogged mouth! The other two sexy sadists weren’t far behind! Within seconds they had all cummed and their rape-toy was bleeding from all three of her holes. But the cunts of the three women were also freely bleeding…bleeding out CUM!

After a few moments to catch her breath, Emily leaned over the edge of the bed to check on Trisha.

“Hey Trish, are you okay? It’s not fun when one of /us/ gets hurt, you know? That’s reserved solely for the innocent child that we’re intent on ruining.”

But Trish just laughed, “Hell, I don’t think I’ve had this much fun, or this many orgasms, in such a short time in my whole life!” She slowly tried to stand up, but she her body was still spasming from pleasure (whist Addie’s body spasmed in unimaginable pain), and she had to be helped up by her girlfriends.

“I don’t know about you gals,” said Trisha, “but after /that/ many orgasms, I don’t think I’ll be able to do much of anything for a bit. Besides, I really have to go to the bathroom.”

“Great idea!” shouted Emily. “I promised her dad that I would give her a bath, so we’ll just make sure she has a /golden/ one!”

The other two girls gasped in shock, but then BURST in laughter once more, and headed off to the bathroom, with Emily dragging Addie’s ruined and filthy body along the floor by the girl’s cunt…which was still attached to her dildo!

XxXxX

Emily’s might not have been as strong as her girlfriends, but she was still strong enough to /fling/ the weak little girl off of her fake cock and over the low rim of the bathtub, sending her SMACKING against the acrylic surface.

All three of the giggling women lined their asses up side-by-side over the rim.

“Don’t worry Addie,” called Emily, “since you seem to dislike having our glorious cum pasted all over your butt-ugly face, we’ve decided to graciously help you wash it off! HAHAHAHA!”

“Hope you like the colored water coming out of our colorful asses!” yelled Trisha. “Just think of it as a “heavenly elixir” we made just for you! HAHA!”

“Hey, we /are/ your “guardian angels”, after all! HAHA!”

The sounds of three streams of piss were heard, along with the women’s uproarious laughter, as they sprayed the seven-year-old girl’s face and body! Acting on her lust, Trisha leaned over and engaged Emily in a sinful kiss again, followed by Miranda.

“Shit Emily, tonight has been one of the best nights of my /life/! I’ve always loved beating up and tormenting ugly fucking losers and geeks, but I never thought abusing a defenseless, innocent, little child could be such mind-blowing, orgasmic, FUN! I can’t believe what I’ve been missing out on all this time! Hurting children is going to be my new calling in life! Before now, I didn’t really give a shit what I would do after I graduated high school, but now I know; I’m going to be a teacher or a pediatrician or run a day-care center or something; anything where I can have access to all of the delectable child fuck-meat and living child rape-toys I can get my filthy hands on!” Trisha sighed as she leaned her head tiredly and lovingly against Emily’s shoulder as their piss-stream slowly tapered off.

“Shit,” said Miranda, “it’s too bad we’re all pissed out! Wouldn’t it be awesome if we could literally fill the bathtub up with our piss and drown her in it?”

Emily’s face brightened as a light-bulb went off in her mind.

“The tub might be a bit much…but I betcha the /toilet/ wouldn’t be! HAHA!”

“Oh shit, you’re serious?!”

“YEAH! And speaking of serious shit, I think it’s time we seriously shit on her! AHAHAHA!”

“You /are/ serious!” exclaimed Trisha, quite happily. “Oh gawd, let’s do it! Just give me a bit so I can build up my “reserves” enough to drench her like a fucking filthy water-rat! Damn my small bladder and petite figure!”

“Oh yeah, cause having a petite figure is /such/ a curse,” said Emily sarcastically, and then she snapped her fingers! “I got it! The Adlers have a liquor cabinet with /tons/ of booze! I know just the right vintage that’ll run straight through!”

“Great!” Trisha laughed. “But won’t they be mad if they found out you took some of their liquor?”

But Emily just shook her head. “Nah, I do it all the time and they’ve never noticed! Like I said, they have /tons/ of it, so I don’t think they even keep track. And when I’m done, I just water-down whichever bottle I drank out of, and they’re none-the-wiser! Hubby probably even /knows/ that I drink out of it, since sometimes I’ve been a bit tipsy around him, but I don’t think he minds since he probably figures it makes me an easier lay. Oh! And he probably left us his credit card for emergencies; but we could use it to order take-out and get Mexican food! That oughta help make sure our wittle “baby” gets a good mixture of both “solid” and “liquid” food! HAHA! Of course, she’ll be tasting /our/ Mexican food “leftovers”! HA!”

“Hehe! Well, you said he did leave the card for emergencies, and I would /definitely/ call this an emergency!”

“Yeah! But you know what else is an emergency? There are some really cute custom-made designer shoes I saw online and they’ll only cost a few thousand dollars…of the Adler’s money! Haha!”

“Geez, booze, bilking, baby-“sitting”, bullying, and burritos; this is the best night ever!”

All three of the girls laughed and went to raid the liquor cabinet (and the Adler’s bank account), while their emaciated little charge, which they were supposed to watch over and care for, cried and convulsed all alone in the bathtub, covered in piss, cum, spit, and vomit, and trying, unsuccessfully, not to pass out from the pain.

XxXxX

A little over an hour, three greasy “Grande” meals with extra-spicy jalapeno sauce, and several bottles of liquor later, Addie’s hopes that the three beautiful women had grown tired of torturing her and left her to wither alone in painful misery were dashed as the naked, and somewhat tipsy, vixens stood above her in the tub, giggling and lightly groping each other while strange sloshing noises could be heard from their intestines.

“Hehe! Fuck Emily, you weren’t kidding! Whatever that shit was, it’s going through me like fire or something!” said Trisha, who was already getting a bit tipsy.

“Let’s hope it burns her ugly fucking face like fire!” said Miranda.

“Is everybody ready?”

As if to answer, the sloshing noises from their stomachs and intestines intensified.

“Then it’s time, as dutiful babysitters, to make sure our little charge gets the nutrition she deserves! Haha!”

At Emily’s instructions, Miranda took her dildo and PLUNGED into the stupid crying brat, and then used the fuck stick to carry the terrified bitch all the way to the toilet, where she was harshly deposited, head-first, into the toilet-water. The toilet seat was SLAMMED down, and Miranda used the pressure to slide her dildo out. Little Addie feebly struggled to get herself upright, but she was now very weak and was only able to partly succeed before the toilet lid was also slammed down and forced her into a fetal position, where she was half-drowned and couching up water with almost every breath.

Still, at least the water was clean…until the lid re-opened, only for Emily’s shapely ass to take its place.

Addie’s pitiful cries were muffled and then quickly superseded by the sounds of piss flowing, wet farts, turds falling, and Emily /moaning/ in pleasure!

“Oh gawd! I hope this seven-year-old bitch likes Mexican food! Hehe!”

Her two co-conspirators and lovers stood by and lightly fondled themselves, having to hold back from stimulating too harshly, lest they let out the “treats” that their glorious bodies had prepared for their little toilet-toy too early.

After a few minutes, Emily stood up, and the women laughed and good-naturedly held their noses at the pungent, but sexy, aroma of solid, and soiled, human waste lying uncovered across the innocent and defenseless girl.

“My turn!” cried Trisha. “Let’s give the little toilet-tramp a nice urine shampoo to go along with her special “spa” treatment! Oh! And a nice “mud facial”, haha! By the time I’m through, her formerly pale-ass white skin will be even darker than mine!”

Trisha’s rank farts were even louder than Emily’s. Though the teens found it to be absolutely disgusting, they still laughed because they knew that no matter how grossed-out they were, it was nothing compared to the revulsion that Addie must have been feeling! With any luck, the puny excuse-for-a-female would end up comatose or a retarded, unresponsive, vegetable! Emily could always just lie to the parents and say that their disgusting daughter had fallen and bumped her head or had just passed out on her own or something. They’d always believe what Emily told them concerning their daughter.

After all, she was a strong and sexy young woman, and little Addie was just a feeble and weak child; a burden that her parents put up with only because they wanted to use her to climb the social ladder at work and at parties.

But one day soon, they’d finally reach the top of that ladder; and whereas Mr. Adler would still need hot, young, play-things like Emily and her friends to keep him “entertained”, it was doubtful that he would also still need an stupid, pathetic, hindrance like his daughter…make that EX-daughter!

The thought alone was enough to send Emily nearly over the edge, but she needed to hold off for the finale, so she instead took her drunken and crazed lust out on Trisha, surprising her friend by kissing her fiercely even as she was still urinating and shitting all over their new human-toilet and waste receptacle!

Finally parting for breath, Trisha moaned at Emily, “Gawd, I love you so much, baby! You’re able to make me horny even when I’m shitting on a fucked-up human-toilet!”

Emily chuckled, “Trish, honey, I’ve got news for you; you’re horny /because/ you’re shitting all over a fucked-up child-slave-toilet, hehe!”

The two beautiful buxom beasts made out lustfully while they “marked” their territory. But Miranda was getting impatient and very horny. When she noticed that the moans coming from Trisha were now purely ones associated with pleasure and excitement, and not poop and excrement, she immediately pushed the black teen over into Emily’s arms and didn’t waste any time with her, well, /waste/.

“I hope you like Mexican food, you little ass-wipe, because I’m gonna give it to you the way Mexican food was meant to be enjoyed…straight from a Mexican’s ass! Hahaha!”

Miranda was by far the noisiest, and /smelliest/ of the three. Not to mention the most volume. With the other women’s excrement already piled up on top, and Miranda releasing a seemingly-endless line of rank turds, she was quickly forced from a sitting position to a squatting one, as the pile of shit reached above the level of the toilet seat!

Emily and Trisha had to really hold their noses now.

“Geez Miranda, where is all that shit coming from?! I swear that there’s more coming out than what went in!”

“At this rate, the little toilet-toy will suffocate or be crushed to death rather than drowned!”

But Miranda didn’t respond, nor did she pause in her duty as the baby-/shitter/. Finally, the conveyor of human waste finally stopped…only to be followed by a small river of piss that lasted for well over a minute! But Miranda wasn’t done yet!

Turning back to look at what little of Addie could still be seen, she said to her friends, “You think my stomach would’ve been emptied with that huge shit-cake I just force-fed this little bitch, but actually, I was holding back! I wanted to save the other half of what was in my stomach to the “frosting” on the shit-cake!”

With that, she SHOVED her cum-stained hand into the back of her own throat, eliciting her gag-reflex. With her body already tired and her stomach already stirred-up from the night’s previous activities along with the potent combination of alcohol and greasy Mexican food, it didn’t take long for a geyser of self-induced vomit to shoot out of her mouth and all over what little bit of Addie had remained previously unmarred.

Emily and Trisha turned away in disgust, though they were laughing and smiling regardless. All three of the young women had no qualms about doing whatever it took to retain their sexy figures, and they had all indulged in bouts of periodic bulimic-purging. Miranda finished up by spitting and hacking out lougies of her vomit-tainted saliva.

“Now the little bathroom-bitch looks like on the outside exactly what everyone sees her as on the inside…a useless, disgusting, revolting pile of shit and vomit that needs to be flushed down the toilet! HAHA!” slurred Miranda who, despite having just expelled everything she had, was still a bit buzzed from the alcohol and the euphoric feeling of complete and utter domination over someone so much utterly weaker and inferior than her.

The sight, and more significantly, the /smell/, of Addie’s new “bathrobe” almost caused Emily and Trisha to vomit as well, but the sensations from their cunts overwhelmed their other senses and the sight of the turd-covered….well…turd, caused all three of them to CUM on top of the filth-pile of their own creation (which included their most ultimate creation and crowning achievement; the now ruined and scarred-for-life innocent little girl that acted as the filth-pile’s foundation)!

However, the toilet was now so full of shit, piss, cum, and vomit, not to mention the prone body of seven-year-old Addie (as if there was a difference), that it couldn’t be flushed away. The women eventually decided to just use a series of towels to wrap, roll, and lift Addie, and the associated mound of human waste, up and back into the bathtub, which they then filled with freezing cold water. Emily knew the towels were ruined beyond the point where even the washing machine could get the stains out, so she’d have to throw them away before the Adler’s got home. The traumatized and weak girl hardly put up any resistance, just whimpering and cowling before the mighty female warriors that had rightfully conquered her and used her as their prisoner, plaything, and personal toilet.

Then the three teenaged beauties gently and delicately massaged and wiped each other’s sexy asses clean with wash-cloths and warm water, giggling all the while at their naughty and mischievous fun, as if it was an ordinary sleep-over game that teenaged girls regularly liked to indulge in. Just a few feet away, Addie floated in the filth-laden and freezing water of the tub, as her baby-sitting (and /shitting/) bullies just laughed at her pain.

“You know,” said Trisha, “after all that, we’re going to have to actually scrub her down pretty hard to get all of that gunk…/our/ gunk…off of her.”

“Oh, I know just the babysitting game to help out with that!” laughed Emily as she held up her bloodied, cum-covered, and shit-stained dildo.

The other two hot hedonists joined in, laughing mirthfully and reaching for their own dildos; their implements of ultimate pleasure and also the implements of seven-year-old Addie’s ultimate destruction!

XxXxX

“Hehe, who knew washing a child could be so much fun! And I’m not even getting wet, thank gawd…well…not with that disgusting bath water, anyways,” said Trisha.

“Yeah, you wouldn’t want to touch that filthy water, that’s for sure! You’d probably get an infection or some horrible disease or something!” said Emily

“Hey! That stuff came out of my ass! Are you insinuating that I have a disease?” Miranda teased.

“If you did, then that little bitch must’ve caught it by now, with as much shitty-water as she’s swallowed!” laughed Trisha.

“Yeah, I know!” chuckled Emily. “Still, this wouldn’t this be /awesome/ if we had, like, a washboard or something?”

“YEAH!” shouted the other two in agreement. Beneath their dry, warm, and perfect bodies the wet, freezing, and ruined Addie was getting thoroughly scrubbed…by Emily’s fake cock!

The teenaged blonde had attached the dildo to her strap-on and was PUMPING the frail little girl in-and-out of the water by the bitch’s again-bleeding “cunny”. Addie struggled for breath as her face was shoved in-and-out of the water, periodically HITTING the acrylic rim and bottom of the tub. Meanwhile, Miranda and Emily were using their own dildos to scrape and scrub along the outside of the disgusting half-drowned rat (and occasionally forcing themselves /inside/ as well). Both of them had already had a go at putting Addie through the “rinse cycle”, and they had finally gotten the soiled schoolgirl relatively clean.

Most of the excrement and other waste had dissolved into the water and would hopefully be drained away, but Emily knew that the tub would probably be covered in a layer of grimy filth that would stain. Oh well, that for the Adler’s stupid maid to worry about, not her. Emily would simply tell them that their retarded daughter had shit herself in the tub, since the little obnoxious bitch was obviously too disrespectful and lazy to use the toilet like a real woman…for that matter, she actually /was/ a toilet for real women, HA!

But Trisha, for once, was actually a little bit worried.

“Maybe we should get her to back to bed now? If this keeps up she might actually end up getting sick or something, and then her parents would blame it on you Emily.”

“Nah, the little fucker gets sick a lot, and half the time, it’s not even because of me…probably. Besides, I promised her parents that after she was washed up, that I’d make sure she brushed her teeth before she went to bed.”

Emily, having finally orgasmed to Addie’s pain, picked the half-drowned and choking child-whore up with a new towel and SLAMMED her down onto the hard tile floor of the bathroom. Then she reached for an electric toothbrush that was kept on the rim of the sink. Smiling wickedly at her lovers, she blatantly shoved the brush right up her cunt and turned on the vibrating head.

“Hahahaohhehe! Oh shit, yeah! Hehehe! Those bristles tickle! Haha-mmm! So much-oohhhaaahaha-better than a dildo! Hehe! So much finer! So sublime! Hahhehe! Gawd, I wished brushing was this much-mmmbahahaha!-fun when I was-hehe!-a kid!”

After quickly cumming to orgasm for the second time in a matter of minutes, and covering the bristles with a thick layer of girl-cum, she handed the brush over to Trisha.

“Oh shit! Hehehe!” laughed the black teen. “Why didn’t I think of this before?! Bahahmmm-it tickles! You always come up with the best ideas, Emily! OH FUCK, HAHAHA-CUM-HAHA-MMINGGG!”

Surprisingly, it was Miranda who was the most responsive to the titillating toothbrush. For a woman who was so used to taking it rough, forceful, and nasty, the effect of the gently vibrating and rotating bristles had her seemingly /melting/. Emily and Trisha watched in shock as their friend’s eyes went wide, her muscles went limp, and she /collapsed/ on the floor! She rolled around in sheer ecstasy, practically /purring/ and moaning in delight and laughing; and not the evil, wicked, or malicious type of laughter they were so used to hearing from her, but honest-to-goodness, cracking-up laughter!

“Haha! Haha....HAHAHAAHAHA! OOOH FUUUUUUCK! HAHA! FUCK! FUCK! HAHAHA! FUCK! YEEEES!!”

“Is she…okay?” asked Emily as she watched her friend wither on the floor.

“Shit, she reminds me of my cat when it’s gotten a whiff of cat-nit! She’s gone bonkers! Just look at her!”

Miranda nearly ROLLED over the shivering and terrified Addie as she shook in euphoric rapture!

“How can such a small set of gently vibrating bristles stimulate a cunt that’s as strong and as big as hers like /that/? I’ve seen her break bottles with that thing, /literally/!”

“I guess she’s just not used to being stimulated so gently or so exquisitely? Damn, I think she’s becoming addicted after just a few seconds!”

“MMMM, SO GOOODDD! HAHAHEHEHE! BETTER-MMMHA!-THAN DRUGS! OH! SHITFUCKINGSHITCUMMINNGGGGOHHHH!”

Miranda’s orgasm was so powerful that it practically EXPLODED out! Neither of her friends had ever seen anything like it! It was by far the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced!

…Much to the misfortune of defenseless little Addie, who was right in the line of fire of Miranda’s bodacious ass!

“Shit! Miranda, we just got through cleaning the little bitch!”

But Miranda was too euphoric to care, moving the now completely cum-coated toothbrush from her cunt and straight up her ASS!

“MMMM! Never cummed from my ass before, no matter how big the cock. Such a little toothbrush though, hehehe!” she babbled half-incoherently.

“Well…looks like that’s one toothbrush we’ll never be seeing again,” said Trisha as Emily could only nod in agreement and astonishment.

But after several more mind-blowing orgasms (Emily had tried to get the toothbrush away from her, but Miranda growled and nearly smacked her when she did), Miranda suddenly and viciously pulled the toothbrush from her ass and then thrusted it into Trisha’s hands before turning around and GRABBING Addie’s sobbing face from behind, JAMMING her fingers into the girl’s mouth and PULLING back on her cheeks to reveal a forced-open wide mouth filled with baby-teeth (minus a few that had been “accidentally” dislodged during Emily’s previous babysitting escapades and were slowly coming in with new, adult teeth).

“FUCK HER MOUTH!” /roared/ Miranda. “FUCK HER WHORE-MOUTH WITH THAT WONDERFUL, BRISTLY, DILDO! SMEAR MY CUM AND MY SHIT ALL OVER HER TEETH! I WANT HER TO REMEMBER THE TASTE FOR THE REST OF HER PATHETIC LIFE!”

“Yeah!” shouted Emily as she frigged herself, getting excited and into the act, “Time to make those pearly-whites really /shine/! There’s no better tooth-whitening bleach for a defenseless little girl than a grown woman’s CUM!”

“Just needs a little extra something…ah, that’s it! Can’t forget the “floss” now, can we?” smiled Trisha wickedly as she took some of her loose pubes and cunt hairs and mixed it in with the slimy cum-flavored “toothpaste”.

The other two gleefully joined in, and the toothbrush’s “bristle-count” quickly doubled.

“Hope she doesn’t get a hair-ball,” giggled Emily as she started up the toothbrush and harshly brushed the crying girl’s mouth. She pushed and shoved so hard that Addie’s gums were bleeding generously. Saliva, mixed with cum and blood, and laced with cunt-hair, foamed in the little slut’s mouth and dribbled down her cheeks and chin. The mixed sounds of choking sobs and the vibrating brush were music to the sexy sadists’ ears.

And when Emily started brushing the girl’s wriggling tongue, Addie really /did/ start hacking up hairballs!

When they were done, the freshly “bathed and “brushed” girl was too weak to move, and would’ve vomited all over the floor had there still been anything left in her stomach.

“As much I would love to “clean” you up with another bath,” said Emily, “your parents will be home soon. So what do you say we tuck you in and give you a little bed-time story?”

Emily laughed as she harshly dragged the unresponsive girl back to her room by her hair, with the other buxom beauties following close behind (Trisha having to actually help pull Miranda up because her normally muscular legs were like jelly after her experience with the toothbrush).

“Hey,” chuckled Trisha to Miranda, “isn’t it funny how your vomit-stained mouth is still cleaner than that little bitch’s, even /after/ she brushed her teeth? Hehe!”

“Oh, you little-!” Miranda teased before she used said vomit-stained mouth to kiss her black lover fiercely on the lips.

“Come on girls!” called Emily. “And bring the booze! We’re going to need it to make sure poor wittle Addie gets to sleep in a way that a helpless, weak, and feeble little girl like her deserves! HAHAHA!”

XxXxX

The sheets were still soaking wet (and so was Addie) when Emily forcibly TOSSED her into the bed and tucked the moist sheets and covers over her. Then she climbed up on the bed too and urged her lovers to do the same. Standing over the helpless little seven-year-old girl that they were supposed to be nurturing and protecting, they smiled maliciously and laughed cruelly as they began PISSING over her again, even while drinking their (or rather, the Adler’s,) booze to replenish their fluids even as they relieved themselves.

“Won’t her parents be mad at you when they see the sheets?”

“Nah, the piss will cover up the smell of the cum and they’ll just think that she wet the bed. After all, she does it every time I babysit her, HA! In fact, from what her parents tell me, the little bed-wetter has started to actually /really/ wet the bed, even when I’m not here! I guess I’ve scarred and scared the little shit so much that she’s been having bed-wetting nightmares about me! Hehe!”

“It must be so hard though,” commented Miranda somewhat tiredly as her piss stream slowly tapered off first (having spent so much of her bodily fluids already), “being able to go so far, time and time again, with such a small, sacrificial weakling, and yet not being able to go all the way and feel the /ultimate/ thrill of having her DIE under your ass like the worm she is!”

Trisha laughed, “That’s funny; I thought /your/ idea of an “ultimate thrill” was making love to that toothbrush!”

Miranda punched her laughing friends on their shoulders, but there wasn’t much energy in it.

“Oh, I don’t know,” said Emily, “I kinda like the thought that every time I babysit her that I’m slowly scarring her emotionally, mentally, and psychologically more and more until she finally cracks and is past the point of any help. It’s like the ultimate death, in a way, except I’m killing her bit-by-bit, agonizingly slowly and painfully, before I finally /really/ off her or she just decides to off herself and commit suicide.”

“Mmmm,” moaned Trisha, “I love the sound of that! But you know what I’ve learned from my dad, with him being a corrupt policeman and all, about what usually happens to little abused shits like her?”

Miranda and Emily shook their heads, and waited for the answer. Trisha smirked cruelly down at Addie, who was lying very still beneath the wet and putrid covers (though they didn’t know whether it was from genuine exhaustion or because she was just faking sleep because she hoped the tormentors would go away). Then, Trisha began to speak softly in a sing-song voice, as if telling the brat a bed-time story.

“Once upon a time, there was a smart and beautiful little fairy princess. She was innocent and kind and loved her family very much…” Emily and Miranda both giggled, guessing where their lover was headed with her tale. “…But her parents, the handsome king and the beautiful queen, didn’t really want to play with her, because the young fairy princess was just a weak little pathetic child and couldn’t play “grown-up” games, so the little fairy princess ended up being very lonely. She prayed and prayed for somebody to come and play with her. And one day, her prayers were answered! God sent down a trio of lovely guardian angels to play with the little princess.”

“Psshh! Guardian angels?” chuckled Miranda while Emily shushed her.

“But the angels turned out to be sexy succubi in disguise; demons in female form who used their wiles and charms to seduce others. These smart and cunning demons pretended to dote and care for the little princess at first, lulling the parents and the stupid little princess into a sense of false security. But really, the hot succubi /hated/ the little weakling princess because, much like the king and queen, they were adults too and thought, rightfully so, that pathetic little brats who were too stupid to play “adult” games weren’t much fun and were far inferior to them, /especially/ ones as tiny and weak as the little fairy princess. So you know what they did? They FORCED her to play their games, whether she wanted to or NOT! HAHA!”

Emily and Miranda laughed too, and the three “succubi” began to lovingly caress and fondle each other.

“They RAPED the stupid little princess and they BEAT her and SLAPPED her and SPANKED her and FORCED her to be their TOILET AND THEIR PERSONAL CUM-DUMP! HAHAHA! And you know what? One day, her royal parents found out what was going on! And do you know what happened when they did? How they ended up punishing the evil, sexy, female demons that had been abusing their precious, innocent, little princess?”

Trisha could tell that Addie’s breath had hitched! Ah-ha! So the little turd /was/ just feigning sleep and secretly listening-in after all!

“THEY DIDN’T CARE! HAHAHA! They had grown to love the evil, vile, babysitting demons so much that they decided that they’d much rather spend their time and money on them rather than some stupid, weak, little bratty princess that couldn’t play their “grown-up” games unless she was forced to! SO THEY DISOWNED HER AND KICKED HER OUT ONTO THE STREETS! The former fairy princess lost her wings and became a homeless, penniless, prostitute who had to beg to have sex from filthy, vile, men and cruel women just so that she could earn enough moldy bread to survive off of! Meanwhile, the evil, wicked, and cruel female demons that had caused her so much pain and misery were adopted by her parents and got to live a life of luxury and greed inside the royal castle! But do you know what the /best/ part is?”

She paused for dramatic effect, and because all three of the buxom teens were building up to another orgasm.

“…When the little former fairy princess finally grew up, she became a beautiful woman, just as lovely and strong as the ones who had ruined her life. And can you guess what she did with her new-found strength and beauty?”

Trisha could barely make out little Addie opening her eyes just a fraction, hoping for the happy ending that inevitably came at the end of all fairy-tales.

“SHE USED HER STRENGTH AND SEXY BODY TO /RUIN AND ABUSE/ LITTLE BRATS JUST LIKE THE DEMONS HAD DONE TO HER! HAHAHA!”

Addie cried aloud. It was her worst possible nightmare, even more so than the Hellish experience of being abused by her sexy babysitters; the fear that she would eventually become just like them when she grew up!

“HAHA! /That’s/ what usually happens to abused child-whores like you!” Trisha shouted as she squirted cum on top of Addie’s crying face, followed by the others. “They turn into child-abusing pedophile rapists themselves!” She turned to Emily and Miranda, and kissed each one fiercely before continuing.

“My dad sees it happen all the time; nearly /all/ children who are sexually abused end up turning into child-molesters and rapists themselves; taking out their long-simmering feelings of weakness and helplessness from their childhoods on the only targets weaker than themselves…innocent children who remind them of what they once were! They want to feel the strength and power that their sexual predators had over them; they want to take control of their lives and of their fears, and the only way to do that is by inflicting the same pain on children who were just as weak and helpless as them! It’s all just one big cycle! People feel sorry for the little abused snots, but they should really be afraid of them and /hate/ them, because when they finally grow up, they’re going to be evil too! Isn’t it wonderful? HAHAHA!”

“Shit, I’m glad I didn’t have to go through something like that when I was little,” said Emily. “Everybody always loved me and they were really kind and nice to me. I guess I just learned to like hurting weak little kids on my own. I lived a normal, happy childhood…but that doesn’t mean that I feel any regrets about making sure that this little bitch doesn’t! HA! Did you hear that, Addie? When you grow up, you’re going to hurt your own daughter and other children just like we’re hurting you!”

And for the first time in a while, little Addie finally had the courage to speak up…or rather, /scream/ up!

“N-NOOOO!”

But her cries only egged her tormentors on further, knowing that the more they hurt and emotionally scarred her, the more likely she was to eventually do the same to others.

And there was nothing HOTTER than the thought of another woman eventually joining the ranks of fun-loving, child-abusing, rapists…and with /them/ being the cause!

“HAHHAHAA!”

“HAHAHA!

“OHAHAHAHA!”

And the cries of the innocent, defenseless, seven-year-old girl, who had never done any harm to anyone, were silenced as the three glorious and cumming asses, belonging to the sexy, beautiful, older teens who were supposed to be her role models and care-takers, descended on her once again…

…Just like how her own future ass would eventually descend on some little twerp in a twisted role-reversal where Addie would try to unsuccessfully overcome her own fears of weakness and helplessness by abusing other children in the same way she had once been abused; continuing the cycle of greed, lust, gluttony, and sin!

But Emily had a secret; one that she had kept even from her friends…

…If all went well, then the cycle /would/ be broken with Little Addie, and by the end of the night, no-less!

XxXxX

Later that evening (or rather, very early that morning), the three child-molesting sadists sat around the coffee table in the Adler’s living room, trying to recoup their energy through a combination of pilfered booze, cigarettes, illegal drugs, and what little was left of the Mexican take-out food.

“Mmmm,” sighed Trisha in pleasure as took a deep inhale of her cigarette. “It’s a good thing the little bitch’s parents smoke. I really needed a hit after all that, and I’d hate to have to go outside just to hide the smell.”

“Yeah,” agreed Emily, “it’s awesome how they don’t really care for their own child’s health if it gets in the way of their own addictions and pleasures. They put themselves first, as they rightfully should, especially the wife; she really detests having to keep her daughter around at all, I think. She just views her as tool for public relations and “showing up the Jones” and all that crap. She really keeps her hubby in-line when it comes to putting their own lives first and above their pathetic daughter’s.”

“What an awesome woman,” commented Trisha. “I want to grow up to be just like that.”

Emily laughed, “You already /are/ just like that! But yeah, I know what you mean. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m glad that my own parents were never like that with me, but that doesn’t mean /I/ ever have to be like them! I could /never/ put somebody else’s needs before my own, /especially/ not some small, feeble, pathetic, snot-nosed brat’s!”

“Mmmm,” moaned Miranda. “That’s what separates the /REAL/ women like us from the losers in life. Then again, I don’t think that a normal woman would even still be conscious after everything we experienced tonight. It’s a good thing that we’re…you know…”

“Sluts?” laughed Emily, as the other two joined in.

“Shit yeah!” proclaimed Miranda proudly. “But you know, for such a small, weak, infantile brat, she sure did tire me out. I’ve never been this exhausted from fucking before, even after I took on /both/ of the football teams /and/ their coaches at that championship game last year. How can one tiny bitch make me feel this exhausted?”

Trisha smirked, “Are you sure it was the brat that tired you out and not the brat’s /toothbrush/?” she laughed as Miranda tried to playfully punch her, but could barely even give her a love-tap due to lack of strength.

“Well the night’s not over yet,” declared Emily.

“Huh? You serious?” asked Trisha. “Girl, if I cum one more time, I think I might just pass out and not wake up again!”

“Hey, there’s more than one way to skin a brat! We don’t have to limit our abuse to just, you know, sexual stuff. We can still just abuse the little bitch in other ways for our own entertainment.”

“Hehe, I think I’m finally starting to get what you mean, said Miranda. “For example…” she reached over and opened the Adler’s humidor and pulled out (stole) a large cigar. She then proceeded to light it up and blew a heavy dose of second-hand smoke into her lovers’ grateful faces. “…why should we fill up the little bitch’s parent’s fine ash-trays, when there’s a perfectly good, near-bottomless, /living/ ash tray we could use instead! Haha!”

“Gawd, YES! We can burn the little bitch’s tongue! And make her swallow our cig-butts!”

“Forget her tongue! Burn her pathetic “cunny” and make /it/ swallow our butts straight up into her womb! HAHAHA! I’d like to see the little scamp ever try to have children after that! HAHAHA!”

“Shit, I don’t think she’s ever going to be able to have children anyway, after what we’ve done to her!” laughed Trisha heartlessly. “And even if she does, she’ll just end up abusing and raping them like we’ve done to her! Hehe, but maybe we should burn her nipples too, just to be sure that she won’t be able to breast-feed any worthless turds she’s UN-lucky enough to poop out in the future!”

“Mmmm, nicotine-flavored milk for a baby born from a cig-infested womb! One thing’s for sure; if the little bitch ever does has kids, they’re going to be heavy smokers! Haha!”

“I wonder if we can burn her feet to the point where she wouldn’t be able to walk from pain?”

“Hey guys,” yelled Emily, “stop it!”

“Whaaa? After everything we’ve done, you’re afraid of burning the bitch a little? Sheesh Em, we could just tell her parents that the brat was playing around with the lighter or some-”

“No, I mean, /shut up/; I think I heard something!”

“Like what?” asked Trisha as she and Miranda listened, but didn’t hear anything. “Was it the bitc-”

But then they all heard it; the recognizable sounds of a garage door closing!

“SHIT! They’re back early! He was supposed to call me ahead of time! Quick you two, go hide in the backyard!”

“What?! What are you-”

“RUN ALREADY!”

“Fuck, I’m too sore! I can barely walk, let alone run!”

“GO!” shouted Emily. “Just go! Go-go-go-go-go-go-go!”

She hurriedly shoved and shooed the two into the kitchen just as she heard the door open. She turned around, quick as a flash, and tried to put on her best innocent-looking smile. A second later, the Adlers walked in.

Mr. Adler looked nervous and worried. Mrs. Adler looked stunning. Though not as busty or as youthful as the young babysitter, she had a similar body shape and impressive assets, and was still able to impress when she needed to, especially when she was wearing her tight-fitting black dress, as she was now.

However, both of the parents’ faces, and Mr. Adler’s in particular, turned into ones of shock upon seeing Emily. The teen’s face slowly went from one of cherub innocence to one of confusion as she tried to figure out what they were so astonished at. Had she overlooked something in her haste? It was then that she noticed they weren’t looking at her face, but at her lovely body…

…her lovely, /naked/, body!

Awkward silence prevailed for nearly a full minute before Emily could even attempt to get her wits about her.

“I…uh…I can explain!” she stuttered, as she looked like a classic deer-caught-in-an-oncoming-car’s-headlights. “Uh, the little assho-…I mean, Addie, uh, threw up all over my clothes! Peed on them too! I was going to wash them, when, um, you…showed up?”

Mrs. Adler’s look of surprise morphed into a devious, cat-caught-a-mouse, smirk; a smirk that would normally have downright terrified Emily.

“Oh really? And did my little “asshole-Addie” throw up all over your friends as well?”

“Wh-What friends?” asked Emily. But the teen instinctively and somewhat stupidly turned around behind her to look into the kitchen entry-way, and when she turned back around, she realized that the movement had given her away and that she had been caught.

As if to emphasize the point, Mrs. Adler pointed at the ash-tray on the coffee table.

“O-Oh, uh, those are…mine?”

“All of them? Different brands? And is that a joint? And one of /our/ cigars? You mean to tell me that you were smoking all of them at once?”

“Um…I’m a, uh, chain smoker?”

The wife somehow looked both unamused, and yet, entertained, at the same time.

Emily just stood there (naked) with her head bowed and her face turning beet-red. However, the true purpose of keeping her head low was so that Mr. Adler wouldn’t be able to see the slight smirk that she couldn’t keep from spreading across her face, which, oddly, matched his wife’s. Mrs. Adler reeled around on her husband.

“And /you/!” She poked his chest with her well-manicured finger. “You said you stayed here until she arrived! Why didn’t you tell me she brought…”guests”…along with her?!” she seethed.

“Well, um, she, uh, must’ve let them in after I left! It’s not like t-they were here when I was, I s-swear!”

But Mr. Adler was very poor liar, even Emily knew, and his stuttering had only confirmed everything his wife suspected.

“I knew it! You rotten bastard! I knew she had you wrapped around her little finger! And I bet you’ve been sleeping with her too, haven’t you?! I’ve seen the looks you two give each other! Do you think I’m stupid?! You let her do whatever the Hell she wants to with our little girl and in return she gives you a piece of her underaged, teenaged-cheerleading, pussy for you stick your married cock into! Is that it?! You’d throw away a marriage of over twenty years just to fuck some skank that hasn’t even been alive for that long?!”

“N-Now, honey, I c-can explain!”

“Oh there’s no need to explain! I know /exactly/ what’s been going on! Well let me tell you something, “deary”, you’re not going to get away with this! I’m going to give you,” she turned to Emily, “/both/ of you, exactly what you /deserve/!”

Mrs. Adler whirled around and KISSED her surprised and shocked husband passionately on the lips.

It took nearly a full minute before her husband’s shock turned into utter confusion (though that didn’t stop him from responding to his wife’s adorations, as he was instinctively kissing her back after the first few seconds), and it was then that he realized he could hear laughter in the background.

He reluctantly broke the kiss to stare at Emily, who was laughing with the upmost mirth! She was laughing so hard, in fact, that she had bent over and was clutching the coffee table for support, while she struggled to breathe between outbursts.

“W-What’s going on?” he asked, completely mystified at the women’s behavior.

His wife was also laughing now, and she went over to help Emily up, after which the two lovely women engaged in a passionate kiss of their own.

Mr. Adler’s perception of reality flew out the window.

His wife and their babysitter both turned to face him, and nearly burst out-loud again at the fish-out-of-water look on his face!

“Hehehe! Oh, sorry honey…but the look on your face…it’s just too much!”

“I…don’t understand?”

“Oh-hehemph!- you never do, my husband, you never do. Do you honestly think you could’ve gotten away with cheating on me behind my back for so long? There’s nothing that goes on in this house without my knowing about it…or my approval of it! Ha!”

“Y-You knew?! All this time?” he stuttered.

“Knew about it? Hell, I /planned/ it! Why else do you think I would insist on hiring such a young, hot, babysitter and then give you so many opportunities to be alone with her?”

Emily chuckled, “Well, to be honest, that wasn’t the /real/ reason.” She turned to her boss, “I mean, no offense, I did have a lot of fun and all! You’re a great lover! Just, it was really more of a “fringe benefit” than anything.”

Mr. Adler gaped, still astounded, at Emily, “You /knew/ she set this up? This whole time?”

Emily chuckled, “Yep! Ohhh, I had you fooled good right up until this last bit, didn’t I? Your wife approached me from the beginning about what she wanted me to do, and I was happy to do it! It was so funny watching you act all nervous about your wife finding out about you cheating with me, when really, /I/ was one cheating on you with /her/! Haha!”

The two beautiful women kissed again. Due to his state of shock, Mr. Adler hadn’t noticed until then that his wife had been gradually stripping out of her clothes, and was now in nothing but her bra and panties, as she made-out with the buxom naked teenager.

“B-But why would you do this?! Is this some plot against me? Do you want to divorce me?!”

“Oh-hehe!-honey, why would I want to divorce you when we just got that huge promotion we’ve been working so hard for?”

“Oh?” asked Emily. “Then everything went as planned?”

“Yes! He was so surprised when the board of directors called him up on stage in front of everyone to make the announcement! He’s now the vice-president of the foreign sales division! We’re moving to the overseas branch next month! It’s everything I hoped for; a new and better position in a new country and a new culture where nobody knows us or the details about our family-life; a place where their society doesn’t tie-in the stupid notion of “family values” to being able to run a successful business!”

The husband was still flabbergasted. How did his wife know he was on the list for getting a promotion? She had acted just as shocked as he was when the announcement was made.

“W-What do you mean?” he asked.

His wife gave their babysitter a knowing look and Emily stepped forward to try and soothe her nervous and confused boss.

“Well, you know how I said that having sex with you was just a “fringe benefit”; and again, no offense! But the /real/ reason your wife wanted you so, um, “enamored” with me, was so you would turn a blind eye to what I was doing to your daughter.”

“Addie?! What’s she got to do with anything?”

“Exactly!” proclaimed his wife. “She shouldn’t be of any concern to you! For years, I’ve been trying to convince you that our little brat is nothing more than a tool for us to use to climb the social ladder. Whether or not she grows up happy and healthy shouldn’t matter just as long as she’s still able to fulfill her obligations to us. After all, I gave birth to her instead of getting an abortion, and we went to the trouble of clothing, feeding, and letting the little stupid brat live in our own home, so we OWN her and she OWES us! But instead of using her like a child-slave, you insisted on taking care of her like an actual daughter that we loved or something.”

“B-But I do love her!”

“HA!” scoffed his wife. “Not as much as you love pounding Emily’s teenaged twat, you don’t! And that’s /exactly/ why I hired her! You’ve been so wrapped up in getting yourself some side-action with some underaged pussy, that you were willing to ask her again and again to come babysit for us, even after she abused your precious little daughter multiple times!”

“Y-You’ve been abusing her?!” he asked Emily.

“Ohhh yeah! Don’t act like you didn’t notice, Mr. A! That little turd always had bruises when I was done with her, and not just from the constant spankings! And the way she constantly wet the bed? And herself? Or those times she was bleeding? Hell, I even broke her arm once, remember?”

“But…But you said those were all accidents; that she had misbehaved!”

“And you chose to believe me, even after your own daughter tried to tell you the truth, because I’m hot and a good fuck. Come on, boss man, you knew what was going on all along, admit it! But you didn’t care if that little bitch suffered just so long as you got the pleasure you so richly deserved! And that’s the way it should be! You’re a strong, successful, nice-looking adult; why should some stupid little snot-nosed brat take priority over your own greedy wants and selfish pleasure, even if she is your daughter?”

“Correction,” said Mrs. Adler, “/was/ his daughter, HAHAHA!”

“I still don’t understand,” he sighed in exasperation. Emily moved behind him and started rubbing his shoulders soothingly. With his wife being there, he would normally try to shrug her off, but he was too befuddled to resist, or even realize, the babysitter’s manipulations.

“Honey, don’t you see?” asked his wife. “Addie was just a means to an end; and now we have arrived at that end…and /her/ end! We used, or rather, /mis/-used, her in order to show the corporation and the clients, and our neighbors, and even your own parents and family, that we were the “goody-goody family-values” sort, because our society has the crazy belief that if you must be able to handle the responsibilities of a family in order to handle the responsibilities of running a successful business; as if the two are somehow connected with each other. But now with our new promotion, we don’t need her anymore! She’s served her purpose. We’ve achieved our goals and now it’s time to do what we do with any tool or piece of furniture that we don’t need anymore…GET RID OF IT!”

“You…can’t be serious! I mean, she’s our daughter! Even if we don’t /need/ her to show-off to others anymore, we still have so much invested in her!”

“And that investment has finally paid off! We’ve gone as far as we can with her! Honey, the foreign branch is in a country that doesn’t associate raising a successful family with being able to run a successful business. Why should we spend any more of our time, energy, or love on something that’s no longer going to give us anything in return?”

“B-But what about the love she gives us in return?”

His wife scoffed, as did Emily from behind him, her sensual massage and naked tits rubbing against his back and lowering his resistance…while raising his cock!

“HA! I mean something /tangible/! What good is the love of a child? It can’t buy us the things we want or that we need to live; it can’t clothe us, or feed us, or provide for us. Hell, it can’t even provide us with the type of physical comfort or pleasure that the love of an adult lover can; the way a /REAL/ woman like Emily or I can provide you with!”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” giggled Emily. “She’s been providing me with quite a bit of pleasure, actually! Hehe!”

Mrs. Adler scowled at her protégé. The teen was supposed to be helping her convince her husband to get rid of the unwanted turd, not keep it around as a play-thing!

“But it’s not like the little turd means it!” rebutted the wife. “And, true, that does make it more fun sometimes, but it’s still not worth the effort, or liability, of keeping her. Besides, where we’re going, there are tons of cheap, wretched, child-whores lying around that nobody will miss anyway, so there’s nothing that she can give us that those other child-whores couldn’t, in any case.”

“So…what do you propose we do?” asked her husband. “Just drop her off like a sack of potatoes in front of an orphanage? Honey, I don’t think I could do that to her. Couldn’t we just take her with us? You wouldn’t have to deal with her at all, it could just be me and maybe some tutors or nannies or something.”

“No! We’ve already spent enough money and effort on her already. Now that she offers us nothing in return, there’s no reason for her to be part of this family, or any family for that matter! Besides, you know how jealous and greedy I can be; it’s bad enough that I had to endure you spending what little attention and time on her that you already have. I don’t mind so much when it’s somebody like Emily, who I can relate with and spend some “quality time” of my own with, but a pathetic cry-baby that doesn’t understand the first thing about the pleasures or wants of an adult? Not a chance. But don’t worry about putting her up for adoption darling; if word of that got out, our reputations might take a hit, especially back here in this country. No, we’ll just erase her from existence, /permanently/! That way, there’s no chance that she could inadvertently fuck-up our lives anymore than she already has.”

“Wait…erase her? What do mean?”

His wife sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Honey, you know that, unlike our daughter, I love you…but sometimes you can just be sooo naïve! What I mean is, we’re going to /SNUFF HER OUT/! As in, /MURDER/ her! And I want us to get some pleasure out of it while we do it! Specifically, I want to see your man-sized cock to RAPE her to the hilt, TEAR her apart and /RAPE/ HER TO /DEATH/ WHILE I MASTURBATE AND GET MYSELF OFF ON HER LOOK OF UTTER BETRAYL WHEN SHE REALIZES WE DON’T LOVE HER ANYMORE! HAHAHA!”

“WHAT?!” he shouted as he rose up. And this time, no amount of coaxing or sensual massages from Emily or his wife would calm him down. “No! I won’t allow the murder of an innocent girl, much less my own and only daughter; not even for my own wife and my, err, mistress…uh…babysitter…whatever! Sex with two women, no matter how hot they are, isn’t worth the life of an innocent child!”

“What about /four/ sexy women?” came a voice from the kitchen.

Miranda and Trisha strutted out, naked save for their high-heels.

“Would sex with /four/ sexy women be worth the life of your pathetic little brat?” said the other naked teen.

Mr. Adler had forgotten all about Emily’s friends. He had assumed that they had just run off, but he could now see that he was /very/ mistaken.

“You…the both of you were in on this too?” he asked them.

“No. Well, actually, yes, I get the feeling that we were, though we didn’t know about it,” Trisha said, turning to Emily and giving her a small glare.

“What? Okay, so maybe I thought I might need a little backup to persuade him? Oh come on, you know you want to help convince him to murder his own daughter; Hell, you’re practically frigging yourselves in front of us at the thought of it! And is it so bad that I wanted to surprise you and share this “family moment” with you? I knew this would probably be the last chance I would get to invite someone else to “play” with the little turd, so I took a chance on inviting my best girlfriends, and this is the thanks I get? Hmph!”

Trisha and Miranda both rolled their eyes, but Emily could tell from their good-natured smirks that she was forgiven. Both of them turned to Mr. Adler, and together with his wife and Emily, they backed him up against the couch, trapping him.

“I think it’s sooo HOT when a man puts his own needs and the needs of his lovers above his own daughter’s happiness and even her own life!” said Trisha in sultry voice as she began to stroke his chest, subtly removing his jacket with the help of the others. “It makes me feel so wanted; so special; so-mmmm-horny!”

“Don’t you want us, Mr. Adler?” asked Miranda with a voice of mock hurt as she sat on his lap and grinded her massive, muscular ass against the noticeable bulge in his pants, which she had unzipped and was working to free from his belt, all while pushing her naked tits against his chest as Trisha worked on unbuttoning his shirt. “Aren’t we worth more to you than some stupid kid, even if she is your only daughter? Don’t you love us more? Don’t you love /our bodies/ more than you do her? We love you and your HOT, HARD COCK more than we ever could possibly love your pathetic daughter, you know? Don’t you want to love us back the same way?”

Emily kissed him passionately on the mouth, and though he tried to resist at first, he soon gave in. She parted only to whisper in his ear, “We can love you in ways that your stupid daughter never could. Our love is stronger, more powerful, and more /ADULT/; it’s not like her pitiful, worthless, kiddie-love that you can’t get anything meaningful out of. What we’re offering is more /REAL/, more /PRIMAL/, more /PHYSICAL/, more…/RIGHT/!”

From behind the couch, his own wife smothered his head between her ample boobs.

“Do it honey! We don’t need that worthless little tool anymore! She’s served her only purpose in life, which was to get us ahead. Now, we’re giving her a chance to have one last use to us before we end her; to use and abuse her for our own pleasure! She should be thankful that she’d even be allowed to perform this last duty for us. She should have realized that she’s out-lived her usefulness and committed suicide so we can be free to live our care-free, childless, adult lives and be happy. But you know she’s going to resist; that she’s only going to think only of her herself and her own pathetic need to life. She’s just a selfish bitch! So am I, but I’m her mother; I’m stronger, better, more powerful, and sexier than she is; she has /no right/ to exist if I don’t want her to! Don’t you agree, sweetheart?”

“Mmmm,” he mumbled between erotic kisses from each of the ladies, and his clothes were now lying in a pile around his ankles. “Couldn’t we just-ohhh, yeah-uh, finish her off quickly or humanely? Do I really have to-mmmm-rape her to death?”

Emily pouted, “Ohhh, but don’t you want to pay the little bitch back for all of the money and time you wasted on her? Don’t you want to enjoy everything that you’ve been missing out on while you were looking the other way as we rightfully abused her? Don’t you want to be part of the group and join in?”

“Yeah, Mr. Adler,” said Trisha. “I know I would /love/ to see this delicious cock,” she said while stroking the now-exposed beast and giving it a little kiss, “give that little whiny bitch just what she deserves! I would just be sooo disappointed if you didn’t want to join us. It would feel like you were rejecting me. Don’t you want to have fun with me, Mr. Adler? Don’t you want to impress me? Don’t you want to be able to /fuck/ me?!”

While Trisha stroked the upper portion of his cock (which was becoming increasingly coated in pre-cum) with her hand, Miranda was stroking the lower-half with her huge ass!

“Men who don’t take what they want, and what they /deserve/, are WIMPS!” she said harshly, but continued to kiss and fondle him all the while. “You’re too much of man to be a wimp like that, aren’t you, Mr. Adler? You wouldn’t refuse giving four hot, sexy women the happiness they deserve just because some whiny bitch cares more about her own pain than our pleasure, hmm? I mean, you are a /REAL/ man, aren’t you, Mr. Adler? You care about making /REAL/ women happy, right? You need to just take what you want and OWN IT, FUCK IT, and RUIN IT just to impress us! Because I don’t fuck wimps; I only fuck /REAL/ men, and I /really/ want to FUCK you, Mr. Adler!” she purred. “I want you to fuck me with that hard cock of yours, after it’s been lubed up on the blood of your DEAD daughter! HAHA! Oh, I see that you like the sound of that…or at least, your soon-to-be CHILD-RAPING, DAUGHTER-DESTROYING, DICK SURE DOES! YESSSS!”

His cock twitched and spurted several globules of cum into Trisha’s mouth and onto Miranda’s ass before Trisha pinched him off at the base.

“Nuh-uh-uh! You naughty man, you! You need to save that for your pathetic EX-daughter!” she laughed.

Mr. Adler struggled under the tantalizing touches and tingling titillations of the teasing and tenacious temptresses.

“Ugghhh! No…I mustn’t…I won’t do it! Not even for the four of you! All of the hot sex in the world can’t compare to the love from my own dead…uh, I mean…daughter!”

His wife sighed, “Look, sweetheart, unlike that filthy, whiny bitch, I do actually /love/ you. And, as hard as it may be for you to believe, I’m willing to go along with whatever you want, if it makes you happy. I had hoped that you would do the same for me, but if you consider your daughter’s happiness to be as important, or even /more/ important, than my own, then there’s nothing that I, or any of the other wonderful women here, can do to sway you. I never thought that I would play second-fiddle to a whiny seven-year-old, and my own wretched offspring no less; but if it means making you happy, then I guess I have no choice. I’ll just have to try to keep her out of my life as much as possible while still trying to keep you in it.”

She leaned over and kissed her husband lovingly on the forehead, before turning to the other women, who all looked disappointed. Emily, in particular, looked positively devastated. She had been looking forward to taking Addie’s place in her boss’ heart for /years/ now.

“Come on girls, you tried your best, but it just wasn’t good enough. I’ll make sure that you’re all compensated for your efforts, and to keep your discretion on this matter quiet.”

XxXxX

Addie awoke to the sound of her bedroom door opening. Fearing that her tormentors were back for more, she tried desperately to sink further into the wet, stinky, filthy, covers.

“Honey?” a soft, concerned, and masculine voice called out.

She looked up to see the back-lit outline of her father standing in the doorframe. He walked into the dark room and she instantly and instinctively held her arms out, begging him for a hug; one which he freely gave her.

“D-Daddy-/hic/-they…they…” she sobbed into his chest.

“Shhh, it’s alright baby; daddy’s here. I…I know now what those evil women did to you, and I’m sorry that I didn’t listen you. But you don’t have to worry about them anymore. They won’t babysit you ever again.”

“R-Really, daddy?” she sniffed. “P-Promise?”

“Yeah.” He looked down at her tearful face and smiled, lovingly wiping the tears from her cheek with his hand. “I promise. I just got a promotion at work and the family will be moving far away from here.”

His daughter cried in relief as he continued to comfort her.

“And, even so, they couldn’t babysit a child who’s dead, now could they?”

His daughter stooped crying and looked up at him in confusion…but only for a second before the hand that had been gently wiping her cheeks away turned into a harsh grip that GRABBED the side of her head and then sent her sailing against the hard head-board of the bed!

When the ringing in her ears finally cleared she heard the distinct sound of feminine giggling, and painfully turned over to see four other outlines had joined her father’s, two on each side, and were stroking and groping him in excitement. Three of the outlines she recognized instantly as her evil babysitters’, and the fourth one, she realized a moment later, was her own /mother’s/!

“Do it sweetie!” encouraged her mother in a voice of happiness and excitement that the young daughter had never heard while being in her presence before. “She’s always been just a tool to us; now it’s time to show her what we do with tools…we use them unfeelingly and then throw them away once we’ve finally BROKEN them! HAHAHA!”

He climbed on up on the bed, and even on his knees he towered over her. But what /really/ towered over her was his massive, erect, COCK; bigger than any of the ones the babysitters had raped her with! And this one looked alive and real! It was only then that she realized that her father had been naked the entire time he was comforting her; she hadn’t even noticed since she was overwhelmed by the feelings of relief upon seeing him…which were now far exceeded by her feelings utter betrayal and horror!

“Go for it boss!” encouraged Emily. “Show her what the only thing a little girl like her is /really/ good for! Show her what kind of love you prefer over her stupid, pitiful, daddy-daughter affection! Shoe her how a /REAL/ man loves a /REAL/ woman…even if she isn’t one, and even if…no, wait…/especially/ if she doesn’t want it! HA!”

Little Addie tried to scream in protest, but her father’s hard fist CRASHED down against her small, feeble, and crying face, instantly knocking out most of her remaining baby-teeth as she began choking on the crimson fluid that flowed from her mouth like a fountain. He hit her again and again, turning her eyes into mush, grinding her nose into dust, breaking her jaw, and caving-in part of her skull just before he JAMMED his dick violently down her throat, using the gracious amount of blood as lube as he raped her face!

“That’s it! Fuck her up good!” yelled Trisha, who was furiously fingering herself, along with the other women. “Show her how she compares to /REAL/ women like us! Show her that one night of sex with us is worth more to you than a lifetime of happiness with her! Prove to her that you consider caring for our CUNTS to be more important than caring for innocent children; even your own daughter!”

After lubing up on her bloody mouth, Mr. Adler viciously switched to his now brain-dead daughter’s “cunny”, easily pumping in to the base of his cock in just a few strokes, thanks to the whore-hole being previously stretched out by Emily and her sexy, but also sadistic, friends.

“Rape her Mr. Adler!” shouted Miranda! “Rape her for our pleasure as well as yours! Get us off! Prove to us that you consider our pleasure more important than her pain, or her life! Impress us! Show off your strength and power as a man! Ruin those weaker than yourself! Hurt those who are too small and defenseless to fight back! Destroy your own pathetic, stupid daughter for not being as strong and as sexy as us! WHOO-HOO!”

Mr. Adler continued to brutally hit, beat, punch, and slap the form of his his prone daughter even as he was raping her. He pulled harshly at her arms and legs, and even choked her neck, treating her as the lifeless play-doll that she was meant to be; that his own wife had birthed with the intention and deliberate planning of her being turned into once she had served her purpose; his own living rape toy and cum-dump…at least, until he finished her off.

“KILL HER!” yelled his wife. “DESTROY HER! RUIN HER! SNUFF HER OUT! MURDER HER FOR YOUR OWN SELFISH GREED AND PLEASURE! DO IT! KILLLLLLL HERRRRR!” she screamed as she came.

“Oh gawd, this is /soooo/ FUCKING HOT!” yelled Emily, as she neared orgasm. “I’m so glad he changed his mind! He really had me going there for moment, you know?”

Mrs. Adler panted heavily, recovering from the intensity of the orgasm, but already fingering herself again and building up to another one.

“I guess it serves us right; we pulled a quite the joke on him, so it’s only fair he got to pull a fast one on us. Mmmm…but the way he looked when we moved our naked bodies away from him…he looked just like a lost puppy…it was almost too cute…and now to see him HEARTLESSLY KILLING HIS OWN DAUGHTER…it’s just too much!! RAPE HER HARDER, SWEETHEART! MAKE ME PROUD! MAKE YOUR WIFE AND YOUR LOVERS HAPPY BY MAKING YOUR SOON-TO-BE-DEAD DAUGHTER MISERABLE!”

“ANNIHILATE HER!”

“BUTCHER THE LITTLE BITCH!”

“EXECUTE HER WITH YOUR COCK!”

“BUST HER OPEN!”

“IMPALE HER!”

“CRUCIFY HER ON YOUR DICK, BABY! KILL HER FOR US! KILL OUR LITTLE GIRL! OH FUCK YESSSS!”

The dying girl’s mother, who should have been coming to her daughter’s aid, but instead was /cumming/ to her daughter’s pain, for the second time in just a few minutes, squirted all over the floor and herself, with the sexy teens soon following. Last, but certainly not least, Mr. Adler BLASTED his load, one of the largest he’d ever had, inside his own daughter’s bleeding and ruined womb. At the same time as he let out a victorious ROAR of pleasure, several distinct “SNAPS!” were heard from Addie’s neck and spine as he used all his strength to bend her backwards while she was impaled on his cock. Her body remained bent back even after he left go; her bones crushed, her skull caved-in, and her spine broken in several places.

“Ding-dong, the bitch is dead!” mumbled out Miranda before being kissed fiercely by Mrs. Adler, who followed by giving the same treatment to each of girls who had helped her achieve her dream of a perfect, childless, family.

“Oh fuck, I can’t believe I was able to cum again!” said Trisha. “I won’t be able to walk for a month!”

“And I don’t think it’s over yet…” said Miranda.

Indeed, it wasn’t. The moment Mr. Adler had recovered and slipped the seven-year-old, formerly-living-condom-of-a-daughter off of his bloody and still-throbbing dick, he pointed straight at Emily and yelled at her angrily, lustfully, and hungrily, “YOU FIRST! RIDE MY DEAD DAUGHTER’S DESTROYED FACE WITH YOUR ASS WHILE I FUCK YOUR CUNT, BITCH!”

“Yes sir!” saluted Emily as she scrambled eagerly up on the bed.

He pointed to his wife as he entered Emily’s spread-and-wet cunt.

“YOU’RE NEXT!”

His wife /swooned/!

“Oh shit, yes! This is wonderful!” she laughed. “I hope he becomes addicted enough that he’ll want to constantly and mercilessly kill more innocent brats once we move overseas! I love the feeling of having so much power over those pathetic weaklings! It reminds me of when I was young and my own father used to rape me while my mother just stood by and watched; but now /I’m/ the one watching and in control! HAHA! My husband was my knight-in-shining-armor, saving me from wretched past and trying to help me live a nice, normal, life; but instead /I/ ended up corrupting /him/! That’s the real reason I even had a daughter in the first place; so I could lord my power and control over her just like my parents did to me! And now my own daughter knows what it felt like to be defenseless and helpless as she was maliciously and heartlessly abused by her own family! But unlike me, she won’t get to grow up to turn the tables on her own child, hehe! It’s the ultimate revenge! HAHAHAHA!” she cackled and then went forward at her husband’s beckoning.

“Huh,” mumbled Trisha in mild interest, “I guess sometimes the cycle of abuse can be broken after all; how ironic.”

Then the sex-crazed mad-man and formerly loving father demanded that she and Miranda join in the orgy as well, and Trisha forgot all about her socio-physiological observations.

…And, just like in the fairy-tale that the babysitters had told the now-dead innocent little girl just a mere hour before, they all lived happily ever after!

…Well, the survivors did, at least.



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