NIGHTMARE: JUNE'S STORY

BY BLACKWIND

[ part 3 ]

This files is rated XXX for sexual and violence content. It depicts the graphic rape of a pre-teen girl.This file is intended for those who enjoy young stuff fantasies with a violent edge. If you are turned off my this type of material, then please delete it immediately and read no further.

11:51 p.m. Friday, May 5

As June lay awake remembering, more of her awful memories unfolded...

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June stood very still as the man approached with the rope. The woman's hand fell away from June's mouth but she was too scared to scream. Suddenly she felt her wrists being pulled together, and the man went around behind her, and she could feel him tying them.

"How old are you?", the woman asked.

"Eleven", June answered.

"Virgin", the man said. "What's your name?"

"June."

A strip of cloth was pulled between her teeth. She could feel them knotting it behind her head. She felt the man's, then the woman's hands move down her legs. More rope was tied around her ankles. "Alright, take her", she heard the man said.

The woman lifted June easily and put her in the front seat of the silver car. The man got into the driver's seat of the other, which was dark blue. The woman got into the driver's seat of the silver one and pulled June's head down into her lap.

"I think we'll have a lot of fun with you", the woman said, stroking June's cheek. She started the car and backed out. "Bob just loves to have his cock sucked and I know you'll do it really good. Then you're going to eat my cunt and love it."

She didn't say much after that. After about ten minutes June was allowed to sit up. They were leaving the suburbs for the country. She recognized some of the route; it led to a small, private lake that her family sometimes went to in the summer. They'd been there just last week. It was quiet, and nobody bothered you there.

June cried the whole time. She didn't like the ropes that made her helpless or the gag in her mouth. She looked down at her bare thighs, pressed together, at the ropes around her slender ankles. She remembered the man and woman touching her legs, and felt lightly excited. Maybe that was all they would do. It wasn't so bad.

The woman reached over to stroke June's hair. "You've got great hair. Such a pretty face." She stroked June's thigh. The little girl squirmed. She did kind of like that. The woman's hand moved up between her legs. June liked that a lot more, but she was still scared.

She wondered what they were going to do with her. She wondered what her mother would be thinking, probably searching the entire store for her now. She suddenly wondered if ever she'd see her mother again.

The woman turned the car onto the road that circled the lake. She drove for about a minute, then turned down another driveway. At the end was a locked gate, just like at her family's cabin. The woman got out and locked the gate, then got back in and drove them through.

They stopped in front of a cabin encircled by trees. June was still crying, and as the woman shut off the engine, she turned to the little girl and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking it so hard June cried out.

"Stop crying!", she snapped. "You can cry later! We haven't even done it yet!" June tried to stop crying, but it was too difficult, especially when the woman gave her hair another sharp tug.

Just then the man pulled in. The woman let go of June's hair and put on a smile. "Oh goody. Bob's here. Now we can get started."

The man, Bob, opened the door and lifted little June out. Flinging her over his shoulder like a sack of grain, he carried her inside.

From her upside down position, blurred by tears, June could see the cabin was not much different from the one her parents owned. One floor, with a huge living/room kitchen with a big hearth, a sofa, and some chairs. The man dropped June into a sitting position on the sofa and stepped back. The woman produced a camera from over the mantel and began snapping photos of the girl.

"Enough", the man told her. "It's time little June Bug here learns to fuck."

The woman nodded and bent down to untie June's ankles. June wondered what the man meant by "learn to fuck." Her tears had quieted by now, curiosity giving way to her fear.

The woman helped her up and pulled her across the room. The man sat down on the sofa and June was turned to face him. He watched her as he undid the button of his jeans and unzipped his fly, pushing first the jeans and then his underwear down a little, letting his thing pop out.

June's eyes grew wide. She'd seen one of those before, when she'd accidentally seen her older brother getting out of the shower. Only this one was longer and thicker than her brothers and there was more hair around the base, peeking out of his undershorts. He motioned her over with a sick smile on his face.

The woman grabbed her neck and pushed her over to the man, forcing June to her knees between his spread legs. The man reached out and pried the gag out of June's mouth.

She stared at his thing for a second. It was so long and thick and veiny, and glistened with a light sheen of sweat. She could smell his man smell and saw a glistening drop of something at the top of it.

Suddenly the woman shoved June forward. The man guided the thing right into June's open mouth. The little girl choked as she was shoved onto it and it hit the back of her throat.

"Let her up a little", the man said. The woman let up, and June stopped choking. The thing filled her whole mouth, stretching her lips to the limits. She wanted to bite down but was afraid.

"Suck my cock, like a lollipop", the man told her. "Do it!"

June had a hard time imagining it as a lollipop and a harder time sucking it. It was too big. At least the woman helped, moving her head up and down. She hated it anyway, but couldn't cry. It was hard enough to breathe as it was.

"No good", the man moaned. "Let her suck my head, Linda. Let her suck my head!"

The woman pulled June up until only the narrow top of her the man's thing—cock, she knew now—was in her young mouth. She sucked at it fiercely, and began to cry, now that she could breathe more easily.

"Stop crying", Linda hissed, but June couldn't.

The man was moaning now. "Oh yeah, baby, June Bug is great", he was saying. "Ooooh, yeah." He put his hand on June's head. "Yeah, that's it. Fuckin' yeah!"

"Can I lick you clean when she's done, baby?", Linda asked. "Can I?"

"Shut up, cunt! I'm coming!" June felt his cock swell in her mouth. He shoved her down, choking her, and something thick and warm came out and filled her throat. She choked and gagged, trying to swallow it. It just kept coming. She was almost ready to pass out when it finally stopped and the man pushed her away.

June rocked back on her knees, sobbing. Through a haze of tears she could see the woman snapping pictures. Then the man grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her back to his cock. "Lick me off!", he demanded.

Sobbing and shaking, June licked the length of his shaft with his hand guiding the whole way. He made her lick and kiss the top again. He shoved her back to the woman, who got down on her knees and sealed her mouth over the little girls. June gagged as the woman's tongue shoved into her mouth, licking and darting everywhere. Then she was pushed back to the man, who did the same thing.

"It's my turn!", the woman yelled. The man let go of June and she could see the woman was on the couch, pulling off her jeans and panties. A thick, tufted patch of blonde hair was between her legs. June saw it and thought of her own slit. Her's had no hair. Was this woman's different?

She soon found out. The man forced her down between the woman's spread legs and shoved June's face into the woman's wet muff. She gagged on the fishy smell that filled her nose. The taste wasn't much better and June felt sick.

"Lick me, suck me!", the woman demanded. "Eat my fucking cunt, you little whore!"

June stuck out her tongue and licked. She couldn't see anything because her eyes were shut, but she could feel the soft insides of the woman's hair slit with her tongue, taste the bitterness of her juices. She tried to squirm away, but the man's hand was pushing her down too hard, and she had to lick.

It was hard to breathe. June got sicker and sicker and pretty soon she felt like she was going to pass out. Just as she was about to the woman let out a scream and a gush of smelly, bitter wetness filled June's mouth. She choked it down and pushed back as hard as she could.

"I can't breathe!", she screamed, bursting into loud sobs. The gag was shoved back into her mouth, muffling her.

"Give her here", the woman demanded. June was pushed into the woman's arms. While the woman held her tight with one arm, she jerked June's head up with her other hand. She looked pissed.

"Don't you ever, ever, scream like that!", she snapped. "You'll eat my cunt and like it!" She slapped June on the cheek, not hard, but enough to sting. "Got that?"

June nodded. It was all so hard to understand for an eleven year old. So hard.

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She didn't get to cry long before she was led into a nearby bedroom. The man threw her down on the bed and slapped her ass, hard. June let out a muffled shriek and began to sob even harder.

"Now you cry your eyes out", he told her, "because when I come back, I don't want you crying! You hear me?"

June nodded. She felt so scared and sick and humiliated, she didn't think she could stop. On top of it all, she felt lonely. She wanted her mommy.

The man slapped her ass again and stepped out, slamming the door behind him. June lay there and sobbed, great wracking sobs that shook her whole body. Eventually, though, she started to calm down. She didn't want to have the man or the woman slap her again.

As her sobs quieted, she heard moans from the living room. Bob and Linda were doing something out there, and they seemed to like it. Linda was yelling, "Yes, bury it! Yes!"

June wished she could understand what was going on. Why were they doing this to her? She'd always been a good girl. She didn't deserve this. She found herself thinking of her mother and father and her brother Mike, and wondering what they were thinking now. She hoped she'd see them soon.

An hour or so passed before the door opened and Linda and Bob came in. Neither of them had any clothes on. June found her eyes drawn to Linda's chest, the way her nipples stuck out, like huge bumps. Her mother had bumps like that, but they were bigger.

Linda had her camera, and took more pictures. At the same time, Bob ran his hands over June's legs again. She felt the same excitement, fluttering in her tummy and between her legs. Bob put his hand up there, between her legs, and June felt the excitement grow. Suddenly he took it away and pulled her shorts down and off, leaving only her white cotton panties. Those he removed too. He licked one finger and ran it over the crack of her tiny slit, sending tiny shivers of excitement through her.

Linda pushed him out of the way and got up on the bed, spreading June's legs. June watched the woman lower her mouth to her tiny slit, felt her spread it open. June felt her woman's tongue slip inside, and the sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt. She squirmed and moaned a little.

"Sensitive bitch", Bob noted. He pulled June's t-shirt up and began to suck at her tiny pink nipples, which were by now quite erect and hard. June felt another shiver of delight run through her eleven year old body as Bob's lips sucked at one nipple and stroked the other. At the same time, Linda's tongue was making her sensitive middle grow hot and wet. She began to squirm more, enjoying this for the first time.

Bob began to kiss down her belly, licking at her navel and then kissing her soft, slender neck. Each kiss, each dart of Linda's tongue, made June grow hotter and wetter. She was moaning loudly now, feeling dizzy and excited at the same time.

Suddenly Bob twisted on nipple and the excitement crashed over her. She felt her middle contract, and hot wetness oozed out. She felt Linda lick her juices as they flowed, giggling the whole time.

"She's ready", Linda announced, stepping back.

Bob got between June's spread legs, his hands on either side of her ribs with his thing pointed down, just above her slit. She suddenly realized he was going to put it in her, and panicked. It would never fit!

She felt the head of his cock press against her slit, pushing hard. At first, it felt good, but then as he slid it in, it started to hurt. The farther he pushed, the more it hurt. June tried to get away, but he was too far in now. She felt something inside her stretch, and the pain got worse.

When the pain was its worst and tears were streaming down her cheeks, June felt the thing inside her give way and Bob pushed, hard, into the rest of her. June's entire body spasmed with pain as Bob buried himself and pulled out, then buried it again. He was grinning and loving it. June cried, too exhausted to sob. Bob pounded harder, faster, making it burn and hurt worse than before. All of a sudden he stopped, reared up, and slammed down on her, and deep inside her young body she could feel him spilling his warm white goo. It was the last thing June felt before she passed out.

When she came to later, she found she was tied firmly to a tree, her mouth still gagged. She wore nothing but her tennis sneakers; her t-shirt and shorts were gone. It was starting to get dark, too.

She struggled to get free, the ropes cutting into her tender flesh as she fought them. Slowly, they began to give, and she was able to wriggle away. It took a long time, however, and by the time she was free, it was already dark. Sobbing with fear and shame, she made her way through the dark woods, trying to get her bearings.

She kept expecting Bob or Linda to jump out at any moment and drag her back to the cabin for more hurting. Luckily, it didn't happen that way. She spotted lights through the trees and ran toward them. It was another cabin. An old man sat on the porch, smoking a pipe, while an old woman sat next to him, knitting. June ran toward them, screaming...

12:18 a.m. Saturday, May 8

"June, honey, wake up."

June rolled over, blinking in her sleep. She saw Bill leaning over her, his face ashen with worry. "Honey?"

"A nightmare", June croaked. Her throat felt terribly dry. "Just a nightmare..."

Then she began to cry.