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Subject: {ASSM} Story:  Rapist's Little Helper
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Hi.  This is my first story, and would love to hear your comments and
suggestions.  Thanks

Rapist’s Little Helper (revised)
 By Sparrow

I walked toward the living room, very aware of the man following close
behind… and VERY aware of the gun pressed against my back.   I
heard his rough whisper in my ear, “Remember… total
willingness and cooperation.  You know what will happen if you
don’t play along… right?”

“Yes… I promise… I’ll cooperate.  Anything. 
Just don’t hurt my daughter.  Please, mister.  She’s only
seven years old.”  I knew I had to be brave.  I knew I had to be
strong, for Emily’s sake.

We could see little Emily watching TV as we paused in the hallway. 
“Oh… fucking A,” he whispered lustfully into my ear,
“she’s beautiful… oh man… just give me the
slightest excuse…”

“No,” I whimpered.  “Please.  I’ll do whatever
you want.  I swear.”  I meant it too.  There was just too much
at stake to risk any heroic defiance now.

“Mmmmm…Good.  Just keep that in mind….  I’m
putting the gun in my jacket pocket now, but remember, I can get to it
at any time.”  I nodded my head to show I understood. 
“Now introduce me to her…. Say I’m Uncle Bob or
something… a good friend of yours.”

“Emily?” I said, swallowing hard as we walked into the
room.  “This is a good friend of mine.”  I tried my best
to sound cheerful, and surprised myself how pleasant and happy I
managed to seem.  It’s amazing what wellsprings of strength we
can call upon when our need is desperate enough.   “His name is
Uncle Bob.”  The terror I felt was unimaginable, but I knew I
had to control myself and stay calm.

This was all so unexpected, so undreamed of.  The day had started out
just a normal routine Sunday morning.  Scrambled eggs and orange
juice.  The comics.  Sunday school.  …And now this. When
we’d returned home from church I went to my bedroom to change
into casual clothes, noticed the shards of broken glass on the
floor… and there he was… an intruder in my house, holding
a pistol and smiling perversely.

It was weird:  you never know how you will really react in an
emergency situation like that.  I’d always imagined I would run,
or fight, or scream, or freak out or maybe even faint.  And maybe if
I’d been alone, I might have done any of those things.  I
don’t know.  All I know is that with the shock of seeing that
gun, the sudden danger of his presence, my one thought was that my
daughter was in the house, and I must do nothing to endanger her.  The
world I lived in took on an unreal dreamlike quality, as if it was all
happening at a great distance… the fear and adrenalin
transforming instantly into an intense, almost calming certainty that
I must not resist this man in any way.

I mustered a smile for Emily.  

Even though I’d told her to change into her play clothes first
thing after coming home from church, there she sat, watching cartoons,
still in her Sunday School dress and patent leather shoes.  She turned
to us and smiled, her beautiful young eyes sparkling with trust and
innocence.  “Hi, Uncle Bob,” she said.  “Nice to
meet you, sir.”  She’s a very sweet and well-mannered
little girl...  I’d taught her to always be polite to grownups,
and especially to our guests.

The man guided me around the sofa until we stood in front of the TV. 
He whispered in my ear, “Have her turn the TV off.  Tell her we
are going to play a fun game.”

As though from another world, I heard myself say, “Turn the TV
off now, Dear.  Uncle Bob has a fun game he wants us to play.”

“Ok, Mom.”  She clicked the remote and the sounds of the
cartoons vanished, leaving the room silent except for the heartbeat
pounding in my ears.  “What kind of game?” she sat up
attentively, happy that the grown ups were paying attention to her.

“Tell her it’s called ‘chicken’…”
he whispered in my ear.  “That it’s a contest where you
try to find out who’s the bravest.”   I could tell by the
inflection in his voice that he wore a friendly smile, to win
Emily’s trust.

I swore silently to myself that I would not give him even the
slightest excuse to hurt her.  I took a deep breath, and did as he
told me.  “It’s called ‘chicken’,
Honey,” I said cheerfully, so she wouldn’t be afraid.  
“It’s like a contest… a game where you try to find
out… who’s the bravest.”

“That’s right…” He spoke directly to Emily
now. “Your Mom and I are going to play a little game of chicken.
 It’s a really really fun game.  You’ll like it.” 
He laughed in a friendly way, as if telling a humorous joke. 
“In fact your Mom was telling me that this is her favorite game
in the whole world.  She told me that she plays it all the time and
never loses.  Isn’t that right, Mom?”

“Yes,” I said hesitantly.

Then he whispered under his breath so she couldn’t hear,
“No… don’t just agree, bitch.  Tell her this is your
favorite game, like I said to.”

I swallowed my pride and told my daughter, “Uncle Bob’s
right.  This is my favorite game in the whole world.”

“And…?”

“And I play it all the time… and I never lose.”  

 “Mmmm… that’s better…” he whispered
softly.   “You tell her everything I tell you to, and do
everything I say… and everything will be fine.  But if you
don’t… well, you don’t want to know what will
happen.”   He chuckled, his threat all too persuasive.

“How do you play?” Emily asked.  She’s always
enjoyed playing games.

“You’ll like it a lot,” the man’s smiling
voice said from behind me.  “It’s like a
“dare” game.  First I dare your Mom to do something, and
then she has to do it.  If I dare her to do something, like…
say… jump up and down, then she has to do it… if she
doesn’t want to, then all she has to do is say
‘chicken’ and the game’s over and I win”. 
Emily smiled, and I could tell she thought this sounded like a fun
game.  “So…” he said to me, “do that for us,
Babe… jump up and down for us.”

I hesitated for a moment, considering his demand… took a deep
breath, and began to hop up and down, like he said.  Emily sat up
excitedly and clapped her hands, giggling.  I felt foolish, but kept
hopping, feeling the blood rush to my head and my breasts bouncing
with each hop.

“Good job, Mom,” the man said, obviously pleased.  I
stopped hopping.  I could feel my face was flushed.

“Now… let’s see… ummm… Look to the
right.”  I did.   “Look to the left.”  I did. 
“Good… see Emily?  Your Mom has to do anything I tell her
to”

She laughed,  “This is fun!”

“Just wait, Sweety… it gets a lot more fun than that. 
Now… Little Mother… lift your left arm over your
head.”  I did.  “Now your right.”  I did. 
“Now lift both arms way up.”  I lifted my arms.  I felt as
if I was his puppet or something.  He was controlling me.  I’ve
always reacted badly to the idea of being controlled by men.  It had
always been a huge issue with me in relationships… a major
factor in my divorce from Emily’s father, in fact, and played a
part in the breakup with just about every man I’d dated
seriously since.  I would always pull away when I felt they were
trying to control me.
  
But now I had to be this stranger’s toy.  I HAD to.  I
mustn’t let myself resist.  I had to swallow my pride and be
strong.  That was my one ray of hope.  Maybe if the whole thing played
out as just a fun game, I thought, we could get through this with
little or no trauma to Emily.  I must sacrifice myself for my
daughter.  I HAD to.  I would submit to his bizarre demands, even his
rape, if that’s what it came to.  I would do anything he wants. 
Anything.  Just please don’t hurt my sweet daughter.
 
“Now, your Mom and I were just about to play the game by
ourselves back in her bedroom… but we decided we should have a
judge, to see who wins,” the man said in a pleasant voice. 
“Do you want to be the referee for us?”

“Yeah!!”  Emily grinned enthusiastically.  “What do
I do?”

I started to lower my arms, but he pushed them back up. 
“No… you keep your arms in the air until I tell you to
lower them.”  Then he whispered instructions in my ear…
“Okay, Little Mother… here’s the rules of the game: 
you do everything I say… and I mean everything.  You make me cum
willingly, and do exactly what I tell you to… then you win, and
I’ll be out of here, and not one will get hurt.  Do you
understand?”  I nodded my head.  “But if you
don’t… all bets are off.”  We stood in silence while
I let that sink in.  “You don’t want that, do you?”

I whispered meekly, “no.”

“Okay… now here’s what I want you to say to
her”…

I told her what he directed me to say, holding my arms up over my head
in front of him.  “Well…” as though in a dream, I
hear myself speak in a surprisingly normal tone of voice, slightly
sing-song, almost happy.  “He’s going to dare me to do
things…” While I spoke, I felt his large hand begin to
slide slowly across my hip, then up over my stomach. “…
And your job is to watch closely to make sure I do them just like he
says…”  His hand moved up my torso, until it cupped my
right breast, and began squeezing softly while my daughter watched.  I
forced myself not to resist it in any way.  “…You want me
to win the game don’t you, dear?  It’s really important
that we win this game.”  Emily’s eyes widened as a big
embarrassed smile crossed her face.

“Ask her why she’s smiling,” he whispered.

“Why are you smiling, Honey?”

“Mom!  He’s playing with your boobie!”  She giggled.

“Very good!” the man said to her in encouragement, still
caressing the breast.   “You’re going to be the best
referee ever!   That was my first real dare to your Mom, and you did
just like you’re supposed to!  Now watch while I do the second
dare…  You ready to be the judge again?”

“Yeah!” she said excitedly, her eyes wide with enthusiasm.

“Okay… here goes…”  His free hand crept around
to my second breast, until he gripped them both, standing close behind
me, brazenly molesting me before my young daughter’s eyes,
making quite a show of squeezing and fondling them.  Her eyes were
locked on the hands touching me in this intimate way.  I had to just
stand there with my arms up in the surrender pose, and let him do it. 
He whispered to me, “Now tell her how much you like it…
how good it feels to have your tits played with.”

I hesitated.

“Tell her,” he whispered, his voice friendly, but full of
threat.  “I want to hear you tell your daughter nasty dirty
things like how much you like it.  It’s true, too, isn’t
it?  You know it is.  If you don’t want to tell her,
Babe…. Just say ‘chicken’, and I’ll be done
with you.  Yeah, Baby…. just say the magic word and I’ll
stop…”  He chuckled, as if almost hoping I would refuse.

“It’s ok, Emily…  I like it.” I said, giving
in to his perverse command.  “It feels good to have my breasts
played with.”

He squeezed them a little harder as a warning and whispered,
“Not ‘breasts’… call them ‘tits’. 
Keep going… and make it good.”

I felt a twinge of resistance.  He wanted me to use bad words in front
of my daughter.  Given the circumstances, the use of foul language
might seem the least of my problems, but it had long been a matter of
pride for me as a good mother to protect her from these words.  I made
a serious effort not even to say ‘damn’ in front of her,
and had refused second dates with several men because they used the
f-word in casual conversation.  But I had to do what he wanted…
I had to.

I swallowed my pride.  “I like it… it feels good that
he’s feeling my… um… my ‘tits’.” 
I felt so low class saying that word, but oddly enough, it felt a
little good to say it too… almost liberating, in a strange sort
of way.  I decided to say it again to make sure I was pleasing him. 
“He’s feeling my tits, Honey….  And it feels so good
to have them touched like this… to have my ‘tits’
played with.”

“Mmmm… that’s good,” he whispered. 
“Now…Let her know that lots of men have done this to
you… that men do this to you all the time, and how much you like
it.”

Oh god.  I’ve dated a number of men since the divorce, three
years ago.  She knew I dated.  There’s nothing wrong with that. 
And yes, I’d been sexual with most of them.  I’ve got all
the natural urges of any woman my age, and how else can I find another
husband?  Plus, I get lonely.   But I’ve always tried to be a
good example to her, and even more than the foul language, I have
diligently tried to shield her from the knowledge that I am sexually
active.  I never let the men I was seeing kiss me or show any real
affection in front of her.  Well… not until I met Mike, anyway. 
He’s the first one I let her know was officially my
“boyfriend”.  He’s the first one I ever let spend
the night when she was home.

But what could I do?  I had to protect her from this man, and the only
way to do that was to do what he wanted.  I vowed again to myself that
I would be strong, that I would do everything I could to make this man
happy, so he would just go away.  I would not hold back.  If he wanted
me to tell her these things, then that’s what I would do.  I
looked straight at Emily and said, “I like it when men do this
to me, Honey… I like it when men feel my tits.   It’s
nice… it feels really good.  There’s nothing wrong with
it… it’s ok…”

“Keep going.”  His body pressed against me from behind and
I could tell by the way his hands had changed their groping style on
my breasts and that it was arousing him to hear me say these things to
my young daughter.

I gathered my courage and I continued in my feigned cheerful voice. 
“Yes… I like it, Sweetheart.  It feels good. 
There’s nothing wrong with it.  I’ve let lots of men do
this to me.  Your father used to do this… but I’ve let
lots of other men do it since then.”    Emily began giggling
into her hands that I was telling her all this.

“You’ve let LOTS of men do this?”
 
“I’ve dated a few.”

“And you like it don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“You like what?  Tell us again.”

“I like it when they play with my tits.”  I felt
humiliated saying these things to her, but amidst the vast turmoil of
swirling emotions flowing within me, instead of the massive wave of
guilt I would have expected from telling her this, there was a strange
feeling, almost a sense of freedom peeking into my heart with these
words, like the confession of a deep secret; like the release of a
pent up burden I carried about hiding my secret love life from her for
so long.  I looked to the ground in embarrassment.

“Good… good…” he said.  “So…
Emily… you’re Mom’s doing well in the game,
don’t you think?  You’re the referee, so is she
winning?” He Chuckled.

She laughed.  “Yeah!”

“Okay, Little Mother… Now I dare you… to unbutton
your blouse.  Remember to watch her, Sweety, and make sure she does
the dare.”

“Okay, Uncle Bob!”

I lowered my arms and with trembling fingers undid the buttons to my
blouse one by one.   His hand slipped inside my blouse before I even
had them all undone, but I did not stop.  Then once they were all
unfastened, he opened the front wide to expose my chest to my
daughter’s attentive gaze.  He rubbed by breasts again for a
moment, and then pulled my bra up off them, freeing them, naked to her
view.

His hands began caressing my breasts in the flesh now, cradling and
teasing them, softly tweaking and rolling my erect nipples between his
fingers and thumb.

“This is what men do to her when she goes out on dates… 
Isn’t it, Babe?”

“Yes.” I said.  

“Say it.”

“I let men feel my tits when we go out on dates.  I like it.  I
want them to.”

Emily watched him with great interest as he fondled my nipples and
soft flesh.  Then he moved the shirt off my shoulders and dropped it
to the ground, followed closely by my bra.  I now stood in the middle
of my living room, naked from the waste up.

“Tell her that you like it when men undress you.  That it feels
sexy.”

I was very frightened, but I did not hesitate this time.  “I
like it when men undress me, Emily.  It feels sexy to take my clothes
off for them and let them see my body… and touch me…
um…  on my tits.”

“That’s good… yessss….  And what else do they
touch?”

“Um… my nipples.”

“You like it when they touch your nipples?”

“Yes.”

 “Ask her if she likes your nipples… if she likes your
tits.”

“Do you like my tits, Emily?”

“Yeah… they’re great!”  She giggled.

“Ask her if she wishes she had tits like yours.”

“Do you wish you had tits like mine?  Do you want to have a full
grown chest like mine some day?”

“Yeah!”

“Tell her that she will.  And how good it will feel when the men
touch them.”

“You will, Honey… one day you’ll have breasts just
like mine… and men will want to touch them too… just like
he’s touching me… and you’ll really like it when men
touch them, because it feels so good.”

“Hee hee… I hope so…”  She giggled.  These
words from her surprised me, and I realized that she was actually
enjoying this.  I was grateful.  I didn’t want her hurt or
traumatized, so I was relieved that, so far at least, I had been able
to protect her.

His hands continued stroking my naked breasts… milking me while
my seven-year-old daughter watched with wide-eyed excitement.  She
seemed fascinated by his hands caressing me in such an intimate and
forbidden way.   I was ashamed to admit to myself that it really did
feel good the way he was touching me… he was not rough or
clumsy, but very stimulating.  My nipples were now fully erect, and as
shameful as it may sound, despite my fear, I actually found myself
becoming quite aroused.

The man kept whispering to me and breathing “good…
good… you’re doing fine… smart girl.”

Emily just giggled and covered her smiling mouth, watching the man
brazenly molest me, right in my own home.

“Now… I want her to touch ‘em too.  I dare you.  Get
her to do it or the game’s over.”

Oh God, I thought.  No. That’s taking it too far.  But what
choice did I have?  After a moment’s hesitation I said,
“Do you… do you want to know what they feel like, Honey? 
You can touch them if you want.  You can see what they feel
like.”

“Smart girl… you better not screw this up.”

“Come here, Baby, so you can see them closer.”  I watched
Emily hop off the sofa and walk over towards us… my nipples
where just above head level to her.  Obeying the man’s orders, I
said, “Please touch them, Honey… please do as the man
says.  I want you to… I want you to touch them… 
Please.”

I was afraid for a moment that Emily would anger the man by not doing
as I asked and things would get ugly, but to my relief she reached up
slowly, and I felt the smooth soft graze of my daughter’s tiny
fingers on my naked breast… felt the contact with my erect
nipple… felt her palm press against it, and a gentle explorative
squeezing.  She was copying the way the man was handling them.  The
man kept whispering things for me to say to my sweet daughter.  I said
what he told me to.  I had no choice.

“Do you know what the nipples are for Sweetheart?  They were
made to suck on.  Babies suck on them.  But so do grown up men…
and it feels really good.  You used to suck on my nipples when you
were a baby.   Now you’re older, but I bet you could do it
again.  Go ahead, dear… kiss it… suck on it…
please… Uncle Bob has dared me to get you to suck on my
breast…”

“Tits.” He corrected me.

“Er… tits, I mean… Please don’t let me lose
the game… Please… do what he says.  It’s
alright… I really want you to.”

“Can I really?”

“Yes… please…”

Emily smiled and I saw her face draw innocently closer to my breast. 
I bent down so she could reach and felt her lips surround the
nipple… a feeling I’d not felt in years… the warm
soft suckling of my daughter’s mouth.

“Now THAT’s sexy,” the man said.  “Tell her
how good it feels.”

“That feels good, Emily.  Mmm… please don’t
stop… I love you Emily… I love you so much.”  I
gently cradled Emily’s little head in my arms as she suckled my
naked breast, holding her close.  One of the man’s hands began
rubbing my ass, while the other cradled my breast for her while she
nursed.  I felt the wonderful suction upon my nipple, her tongue
sliding across it and pressing.  I remember almost wishing she knew
how to flick her tongue.

When I released Emily’s head, she stopped suckling and backed
away a step, a smile on her moist lips, her eyes gleaming. 
“That was cool!” she said.

“So you enjoy sucking on your Mom’s tittie, do you?”
he laughed.

“Yeah… this is a fun game!”

He chuckled.  “Yes it is.  A very very fun game.  Are you having
fun too, Little Mother?”

“Yes.” I said, with a tinge of shame.

“Mmmmm… good.  I have another dare for you then: 
ummm… take off your skirt.”  He paused for a moment, then
aid to Emily, “Okay, now, kid.  Watch your mother finish
stripping for us.”

He was still massaging my breasts while I undid the side zipper on my
skirt, and let it fall to my feet.  His hand then slid down and
immediately entered the front of my panties to clasp my bare pussy. 
Emily’s eyes widened in surprise that his hand had moved right
into the front of my underwear, and her jaw dropped open. 
“Mom!” she said.  “He’s touching your private
parts!”

I didn’t want her to be scared, nor displease the man, so I
said, “It’s okay, Honey.  That was the next dare.  I
don’t mind.  I like it.  It feels nice to have him touch me
there.”

“Yeah kid.  Your Mom likes it.  In fact, this is her favorite
place to be touched, isn’t it little Mother?  You like it when
men touch your pussy, don’t you?”  I was trying my best to
be brave, but a panic hit me when I felt his hand between my legs, and
the wave of sensations that coursed through my body from that touch. 
I had to stay brave.  My breathing deepened dramatically.

“Yes!  Yes.  It’s my favorite place.  I… it feels so
good to be touched there… on my… on my pussy.”

“On your cunt”

“… On my ‘cunt’.  My cunt.  When men touch my
cunt.”  The foulest of foul words, and I’d said it to my
Angel.

“Lots of men touch you there...”

“Lots of men touch me there, Honey… I like it.  Lots of
men.  I let them.  I want them to do it.”  I felt his finger
penetrate my vagina as I spoke.  It slipped in easily.

“You want them to do what?  Say it.”

“… Touch my pussy… touch my cunt.  I like it…
it’s my favorite place… I want them to.  It feels so
good.”

He whispered in my ear, “Tell her to pull your panties down so
she can see it.”

After a moment’s indecision I said, “Honey… do me a
really big favor?  Pull my panties down?  Please?  So you can
see?”

A big smile crossed the seven-year-old’s face as she stepped
forward once again.  “Okay… hee hee… then
you’ll be all nudie-booty.”  She laughed.  That’s
what we called it at bath time.

“It’s alright, Emily… Mommy likes to be nudie-booty.
 I LIKE to have all my clothes taken off… so you and Uncle Bob
can see my body… I LIKE to be naked.”  I had to fully
cooperate… I HAD to.  I had to please him.  And I had to make
Emily think this was just a fun game, rather than the cruel, coercive
rape it truly was.

The little girl knelt before her Mother, took hold of the two sides of
the cotton panties and tugged them slowly down her Mother’s
womanly hips.  She saw the neatly trimmed pubic hair come into view,
the folds of the fleshy outer lips, and she saw the man’s middle
finger vanish, pressed up inside her Mother’s moist receptive
cunt.  She watched as the finger moved slowly in and out.  She noticed
the gleaming moisture coating it.  She noticed the slightly musky
scent of her Mother’s arousal.  She saw the finger withdraw from
the damp orifice and move up to her Mother’s mouth, where her
Mom sucked on the finger until it was clean.  Then she saw it return
to her Mother’s pussy, delve once again between the fleshy pink
flaps surrounding the opening, withdraw once again glistening with
juice, and return to between her Mother’s lips.  Her Mom sucked
on the finger with eyes closed… sucked on it eagerly, like it
was the best thing she’d ever tasted.  Emily wondered what it
tastes like.

“Tell her to look at your pussy.” 

“Look at my pussy, Honey,” I said in a breathless voice.

“Tell her to watch how I touch you and how good it feels.”

“Look at his hands, Sweety.  See how they’re moving around
on Mommy’s pussy?  … Oh… it feels so good to be
touched like that… It feels soooo good to be touched on the
pussy… On the cunt… Mmmmm.”  I felt him begin to
roll my clit gently between two fingers.  My hips began to grind
involuntarily to his touch.  “Look how he plays with the button
on top… that’s Mommy’s clit… it feels super
good when men play with that…. Mmmmm… yes…
that’s the best part…”  My breathing was beginning
to deepen into a throaty pant.

“You really like it, don’t you?  You’re soaking
wet.”

“Yes… Look at my pussy, Baby.  Oh… look at him
touching my pussy.  It feels so good to be touched there.  It feels so
good when his finger goes in it.”  With that his finger entered
me again and stroked the roof of my tunnel, sending a massive twinge
shuddering through my body.

“That’s good… Now another dare…”  He
withdrew his finger and raised it again to my lips, and as I sucked
the tangy flavor of my own slimy moisture while he spoke. “I
want to see you… kiss… your daughter.”

I felt his strong hands push me slowly but firmly to my knees next to
Emily.

I turned to my young daughter.  I bit my lip, still tasting my own
juices lingering there, and said, “Kiss me, Honey.  I love you
so much.”  I took her head in my hands and pressed my lips to
her cheek.

“No… on the lips.  Show her how boys will kiss her when
she starts dating.”

I took my daughter into my arms.  She hugged me back.  It felt strange
to hold her close like this while naked, but I had no choice. 
“Someday you’ll start dating boys, Honey.  Do you want to
see how they’ll want to kiss you?”

“YEAH!!”  She really seemed excited by the idea. 
I’d always known she was curious about boys… but I’d
never realized that she was actually eager.

“They’ll kiss you like this.”  I moved my head
forward until our lips met.  I parted mine slightly and began kissing
my young daughter deeply on the mouth.  Her mouth seemed so small to
me it was strange.  She was only a child.  She began kissing back.

When we broke the kiss the man said, “Tell her what a great
kisser she is… and do it some more.”

“You are a terrific kisser, Honey.  Do you like kissing like
that?”

“Yeah!  It’s fun!”  She giggled.

“Well lets do it again… don’t be afraid to open your
mouth a little.  It’s okay.”   Again, our lips met and we
kissed deeply.  I decided to use my tongue more this time.  I was
fearful that she’d be shocked by this, but I wanted to please
the man. She caught on to it right away though and we began flicking
and licking our tongues together inside each other’s mouths,
like it was a game.  Her little body pressed against me and I pulled
her even closer to my naked torso.  When we finally broke for air I
whispered, “I love you so much, Emily.  I’d do anything
for you.”

“I love you too, Mom.”

The man stood over us while we knelt.  He chuckled. 
“You’d do anything for her?”

I looked up at him, then down at the floor.  “Yes…
anything.”

“Ask her if she’s ever seen a man’s dick
before.”

I hesitated.

“Ask her, Babe. Or are you… ‘chicken’?”

“Honey?…”  I looked at the ground in shame,
gathering my courage.  I understood his threat.  I had no choice.  I
kept telling myself I had no choice.  “Have you ever wondered
what a man looks like with no pants on?”

“Yeah!  I’ve wondered that lots of times.” 
Emily’s voice didn’t sound fearful at all.  In fact she
seemed positively enthusiastic about the prospect.

“Would you like to find out, kid?” he asked.

She grinned broadly up at the man and perked up excitedly. 
“Yeah!  Really?  Really?  Can I really really see one?”

“Yeah, kid.  Your Mom’s about to show you mine…
aren’t you Babe?”

“Oh Mom!  You’re the BEST!”  Emily gave me a big
hug, then turned toward the man and sat on her haunches in wide eyed
anticipation.

Emily’s reaction took me totally off guard.  I guess I should
have been relieved that this wasn’t playing out traumatically
for her… it would be a LOT worse if she was being forced,
screaming and crying.  But still, her enthusiasm for it bothered me a
little bit, I’m not sure why.  But, I mean, for crying out loud.
 This man was slowly, methodically raping me, and my daughter seemed
to think it was all just great fun.  ‘Stay in the moment’,
I thought to myself.  ‘Do what you have to do and it will all be
over soon.’

“Okay, Little Mother.  You heard her… she wants to see it.
 I dare you to show my cock to your daughter.  Undo my pants.”

Emily and I knelt on the floor before him.  I felt utterly powerless
as I reached up and began to undo his belt, very conscious of my young
daughter’s close attention riveted to my every move.  I felt my
heart beating in my ears.  When the belt was open, I unfastened the
snap of his trousers.  I could see the bulge of his erection as I did
so.  My hand brushed against it.  It was solid as rock.  I swallowed
hard and pulled the zipper down.  He wore no underwear and the pants
slipped easily down his muscular thighs, revealing his hard cock to my
daughter’s gaze.  Her wide eyes locked upon it as I pulled the
pants off his hairy legs and over his shoes as he lifted his feet for
me one at a time.

Emily’s bright eyes were riveted to this man’s organ.  I
looked at it, too.  It stood fully erect, arching upward from his
body, rising from a nest of dark pubic hair.  The bulbous head flared
at the sides like a helmet, crowning the veined shaft.  It was indeed
a nice cock, I had to admit.  Not too big… not too small.  About
six and a half inches, I guessed.  Well shaped.  Circumcised.  Very
stiff.  Under different circumstances, this man would be nice to have
as a lover.  Then I looked back at my daughter.  There was a look of
wonder and awe in her eyes.  She stared at it keenly, biting her lower
lip.

“Well?  What do you think of my cock?”

I didn’t know what to say.

“Tell me it’s beautiful.  You think it’s beautiful,
don’t you?”

“Yes… It’s true… you do have a beautiful
cock.”

“Tell your daughter about how beautiful it is.  How much you
like it.”

I took a deep breath to relax, while I thought of what this man would
want to hear me say.  I had to please him.  I had to.  “Emily? 
This is what we call a penis… er… or a ‘cock’
or ‘dick’.  It’s what men have.  Isn’t it
beautiful?  I love men’s cocks…  They’re nothing to
be afraid of… they’re wonderful… When you grow up,
they’ll make you feel really really good.”

“So what do you think of my dick, little girl?  Do you like
looking at a full grown man’s hard on?”

I heard my daughter say, “Yeah… it’s cool.” 
Her young voice was full of dreamy fascination.

“Would you like to touch it?”

I suddenly realized that he had spoken not to me, but to little Emily.
 Oh God, no!  I decided to intercept his question and make it mine.  I
had to save her… to divert his attention away from her and back
to me.  I quickly reached up and took hold of his erection.  It felt
warm and solid in my hands.  “Yes… yes… I really
want to touch it.” I began to move my hand up and down on it,
jacking it slowly.  I had to please him and knew by now the sort of
thing he would want to hear me say.  “I want to make it feel
really good…  I love playing with mens’ penises… I
want to… rub it… make it cum.”

“Mmmm… that feels nice.”

I began to panic.  Emily was kneeling right beside me with this
man’s erection before her.  I had one desperate hope:  I had to
pour everything into making this man cum as fast as I possibly could,
so he would not turn to my daughter.  In my experience, sex usually
ends when the man cums, so that became my all-consuming need.  I
needed to make him cum.

I began stroking it faster and faster, frantically blurting out things
I thought would excite him.  “Yes… your cock is so
beautiful… I want to make it feel really good… I love
rubbing it to make it feel good.  I’ll do anything you want with
it… anything you want.”  I moved closer so it was right
next to my face.  I kissed it, feeling the spongy head against my
lips.  I kissed it again.  Then again.  “Yes… I love this
cock… I love kissing it… I want to make it cum…
yes… please.”  I knew what I had to do, even though my
daughter was watching.  I angled the tip downward toward my face,
moved forward, and took it into my mouth.

I felt the warm hardness slide across my lips.  I pushed forward
again, tasting it glide over my tongue, until my mouth was completely
filled with his engorged flesh.  Very conscious of my young daughter
watching, but not knowing what else to do, I wrapped my lips around it
in total submission and began earnestly sucking.  I tasted the
familiar fleshy flavor.  I needed to make it cum.  I needed to make it
cum quickly, for my daughter’s sake.  My tongue clamped on the
underside, I pushed forward even more until it pressed against the
roof and the back of my throat.  Then I slid back, sucking hard until
my lips grazed the head’s flange.  Then back down over the
shaft.  Then back out.  My saliva made it slide easily.  Over and over
I bobbed and sucked with long firm strokes, jacking it all the while
with my hand, pumping the shaft by its loose skin; pumping his cock
into my mouth, trying as best I could to suck the cum out.  Please
cum… please cum now… cum in my mouth now…
please… please cum now, so this will all be over.

“Wow,” I heard the man say.  “Without even being
asked.”  I felt his strong hand resting on the side of my head
as I bobbed and sucked.  “Jesus… God… your Mom is
really GOOD at that… she must really ENJOY sucking on cocks,
don’t you think?”

I heard Emily laugh, “Yeah!”

The truth is, I HAVE always enjoyed giving head.  Ever since I was a
teenager.  I think what I like about it is that I am in control when I
do it.  Yes, control.  That’s what it’s about.  Sex is how
a woman controls a man, and if you are really good at giving head, you
will have him eating out of your hand.  He will do anything for you. 
He will be yours.  And I have always prided myself on being very good
at it.  But just one thing… I never EVER let a man cum in my
mouth.  Never.  Not since I was little, any way.  Oh sure, it’s
happened sometimes by accident, when I wasn’t fast enough at
pulling off.  And when it does, I hate it and quickly spit it out.  I
don’t really mind the taste, I guess… it’s just that
I feel… well I don’t know… I just hate it.  I like
that powerful feeling I get when I make a man cum… I just sort
of don’t like the cum itself.  Not in my mouth, anyway. 
It’s almost like cumming in the mouth is symbolic of oppression
or something… like the semen is womens’ enemy.

But this was different.  I had to protect my sweet Baby from this man
somehow, and in desperation I became obsessed with the idea that I had
to make him cum as quickly as possible, and yet protect her…
from his semen.  The only way I could think of to keep it away from
her was to take it into my mouth and swallow it.  Please.  Cum now. 
Please cum in my mouth now.

I heard him speaking as I sucked on him.  “Look closely, kid. 
This is what your Mom does whenever she goes out on dates.”  He
chuckled.  “She likes doing this.  She likes doing this to every
man she goes out with.”

I heard Emily giggle, “Really?”

“Yeah.  Really.  …So any time she goes out on a date, I
want you to remember this, because that’s what she’s
doing.  That’s why she dates men, so she can do this to them,
because it’s so much fun.  That’s what dating is for. 
Going to a movie or dinner is just an excuse… for her to suck
their dicks.”  He paused for a moment, looking down at me,
caressing my hair.  “…See how good she sucks it…
you’ll want to do that with boys you go out on dates with
too.”

I heard her giggle again, and opened my eyes and looked to the side. 
Emily’s young face was right next to mine, her child’s
eyes bright and attentive, closely watching her Mommy earnestly
sucking on the stranger’s hard cock.  Then I noticed the
man’s large hand resting on her golden head, just as his other
was on mine, softly caressed her hair as he slowly pulled her face
ever closer to mine.  This made me suck even harder and faster.  I had
to turn this man on… I had to make him cum as fast as I possibly
could.  Why wouldn’t he just cum, and let this be over with? 
Couldn’t he see how cooperative I was being?  Just like
he’d asked?  Couldn’t he see how willing I was?  What
could I do to please him?

I pulled off of his cock and panted in my desperation to please him,
“Yes… I love sucking on their dicks… I suck every
man I go out with… please… please, cum in my mouth
now.”  I pushed back onto the cock, sucking and bobbing
frantically, desperately plunging my mouth over it with long, strong
thrusts of my neck, while my daughter carefully observed every move
and listened to each word I said.  Please let him cum now.  Please let
this end soon.

“It looks like fun, doesn’t it, little girl?”

She giggled, “Yeah.”

“Here… you can help your Mom… you can touch it
too.”  He took her little seven-year-old hand, and guided it up
to his testicles.  She cradled them in her palm, giving no sign of
resistance.  Oh God…  I had to get this over with, quick.  Then
I heard him say, “Here… let her hold it… let her
hold it while you suck… she wants to help.  I dare you to let
her help.

He moved her compliant hand up to the base of his shaft.  I had to
pause my motions and let go with my own hand to make room for her
small fingers to wrap around it.  My daughter gripped the cock right
at the point where it stuck out of my mouth.  Her fingers seemed so
tiny on it.  I place my hand gently over hers, and slowly resumed the
forward and back motion of my sucking.  Slowly, so it wouldn’t
be too fast for her.  I guided her hand up and down the shaft… I
stroked the stranger’s cock with my own child’s tiny
hand… stroking it to the rhythm of my bobbing head as I plunged
my mouth back and forth over it… Oh God.  My little girl... my
little second grade girl in her Sunday School dress… stoking
this man’s penis, feeling it’s stiffness in her small
grasp, feeling how I moved her hand up and down it’s
length… happily jacking a stranger off into her own
Mother’s mouth.

“Yes… that feels so good… Mmmmm… I like the
way you touch it, kid… you’re Mother’s
awesome… just move your hand the way she shows you…
that’s right… stroke it… just like that…
Mmmmm… you’re feeding me to your Mom, kid…
aren’t you?  You’re helping her suck me off.  She likes
sucking it, and she likes that you’re helping.”  He
laughed.  “Your Mom looks funny with a dick in her mouth,
doesn’t she?”

Emily giggled.  “Yeah.”

“I bet you’d like to try it too, wouldn’t you?  Just
like big girls do.  I bet you’re wondering what it’s like
to do what your Mom’s doing, aren’t you?  Well… your
Mom told me that she wants you to… she said she wants you to
suck on it too, like a big girl.  Would you do that?  Would you do
that for your Mom?”

Then I heard Emily say “Yeah.  I’ll try.” 

I felt defeated.  My heart sank.  I hadn’t made him cum in time.

“C’mon, Little Mother.  You’re beautiful little girl
wants a turn, now.”

“Yeah… c’mon Mom… I wanna try it.  Uncle Bob
said I could.”

“You don’t think she’s ‘chicken’ do
you?”

Again, I understood his threat.  I didn’t see what choice I had.
 I reluctantly pulled my mouth off the cock, bit my lip, and slowly
turned the saliva slathered organ toward my sweet little girl’s,
innocent face.  I felt a great remorse.  She was just a child. 
I’d hoped to avoid this… hoped to protect her from being
violated by this man… hoped that he’d be satisfied by just
raping me, and not my little angel too.  But I had no choice.  The
image of his threat if I didn’t cooperate fully filled my
mind… the image of him ramming his full grown cock into her tiny
seven year old pussy… her screaming and crying in pain…
ANYTHING was better than that.  Better in her mouth than that.  Better
that she think of it as a fun little game than as horribly traumatic
rape.  I had to let her do this.  I had no choice.

I felt the cock throb and pulsate in anticipation as I pointed it
toward Emily’s young lips.  I hoped he wouldn’t cum while
it was pointed at her.  “Just try kissing it first,” I
said.

She smiled precociously, and I watched her sweet lips move slowly
nearer and nearer the flaring head, until at last they made contact
with the spongy flesh, and gave it a playful little childlike kiss. 
Then another.  She giggled.  The man’s swollen organ looked
enormous next to her small face.  Her tiny hand still wrapped around
it, her fingertips not quite meeting her thumb.  She kissed it again.

“Oh yeah!… That’s great, kid…  You like
kissing it don’t you?”

She giggled.  “Yeah… it’s like kissing a
dolly.”

The man grinned evilly.  “Hmmm… right.  It’s just
like kissing your little dolly… go ahead… kiss it again. 
Kiss your dolly.”

Emily smiled and began playfully covering the stranger’s hard
cock with kisses, many rapid little kisses, as if it were her favorite
new toy.

“You want to suck on your dolly too, don’t you?”

Emily just giggled.

“Tell her to open her mouth, Mom.”

My heart sank, but I did as he ordered.  “Open your mouth,
Honey.  It’s okay.  It won’t hurt you… honest…
it tastes really good.  You’ll like it… don’t be
afraid.”

“I’m not ‘fraid!” she said, and I watched the
seven-year-old lips part, move forward, then willingly accept the
cock’s tip between them.  She closed her mouth over the head
with only a slight hesitation, then I could see her jaw and cheek
moving as she closed her eyes and began to suck upon it like a
pacifier.  The image of that cockhead’s flared rim protruding
from my baby’s sweet lips is vividly and forever etched upon my
mind.  I remember watching it swell and pulsate as she contentedly
suckled on it.  I knew her tongue was touching it now, and prayed that
he would not cum just then.  In her childish innocence, she had no
idea how spectacularly perverse this was.  I had to make sure it
played out as just a fun game for her.

Then I was gripped by consuming fear that he would cum now… that
this stranger’s semen was about to erupt into my
daughter’s little mouth, coating her tongue with its thick rich
flavor.  No!  Please.  I firmly grasped the base of the cock, alert
for the telltale throbbing spasms that would herald ensuing orgasm. 
In near panic, I devised a plan where, if he started to cum, I would
quickly pull it away from her and plunge my own mouth over it at the
last moment.  He had to cum in my mouth, not hers.  He had to!  It was
the only plan I could think of to rescue her, to save her from total
and utter violation.  I had to sacrifice myself for my baby, to accept
his violation for myself.  I fought back the tears.  Be brave, I told
myself.  Be brave.

But he didn’t cum.  Instead, he said, “That’s great,
kid.  Just a little deeper… take more in.”

He started to push forward into her mouth, and I imagined him cramming
it unpleasantly deep and choking her, so I quickly intervened. 
“No!  No… let me show her.”  He pulled back, thank
God.  I kept a firm grip on it’s base, protectively, just in
case he tried to lunge forward unexpectedly.

I placed my free hand on the back of her head and gently eased her
forward, alert to his motions and her reaction… ready to pull
her off it instantly if I had to.  “Move up on it, Baby.  Let a
little more in.”  She moved willingly to my guiding nudge, and
the cock’s head disappeared into her mouth, followed by perhaps
a half inch of the veined shaft.  I could see how much it was filling
her tiny mouth, and tried to judge how far it should go to please him,
without becoming uncomfortable for her.  She seemed to accept it
without too much problem, though her jaw was stretched fairly wide. 
The adult cock looked huge sticking in my child’s small mouth. 
“Now move up and down on it like Mommy did,” I said.

She started trying to move back and forth on it, but was having
trouble.

“Here… let me show you… like this.”  She
relinquished the cock to me and I clamped my mouth upon it once again
and slowly moved my lips up and down it’s length a few times to
show her the proper motion.  Then I passed it back to her. 
“There… Like that.  Do what Mommy did.  It’s fun. 
Just be careful not to scrape your teeth over it.  Just your lips. 
And not too deep, or you’ll choke.”

She again took it willingly into her little mouth and I watched her
head begin to move gingerly back and forth, so that her lips slid up
and down what length of the shaft she could accommodate.

“Oh, Honey!  That’s so good…. You are such a good
girl.  I love you so much.”  I kissed her cheek as she sucked on
the man.

“Yes… she is a good girl… mmmm… such a good
little girl… yes… suck it like a good little girl, Emily. 
Oh yeeeaahhh….”  He was softly petting her hair. 
“He he.  You like watching your daughter give me a blowjob,
don’t you?”

I had to say the things I knew he wanted to hear.  “Yes.”

“Say it.”

“I like watching my daughter… giving you a blowjob… 
She looks so beautiful… so beautiful.”  It was true,
though.  She did look beautiful.  I kissed her cheek again, whispering
“I love you, Baby… I love you so much.”

“Yes… she’s sucking it like a good little girl,
isn’t she?….  You liked showing her how, too, didn’t
you?”

“Yes… I did…  I love teaching her how to…
to… make a man feel good.”  Without really realizing it,
I’d begun slowly pumping the stiff cock with one hand, and
moving her tiny head with the other.  I was feeding it to my baby,
controlling the movements.  I kissed her again, and whispered,
“Suck it Baby.  You’re doing so good.  Suck it for
Mommy… It’s okay…suck it for Mommy.”  She made
little cooing noises.

“How old is she again?”

“Seven…. only seven… second grade… my
baby…and now she’s… she’s… on a fully
grown….”  I’d said that with a deep sorrow, but I
also felt a strange and unexpected feeling in my loins with those
words… like a tingling burst of rampant lust involuntarily
swelling within me.

“You love my cock, don’t you?  You love seeing it…
seeing it in your daughter’s cute little mouth.”

“Yes…. I love your cock.  And I love seeing it in her
mouth.”  To my utter shame I have to admit that, at that moment,
I really wasn’t completely lying.  There was something
fascinating about that sight, causing a rush of hidden memories, and
waves of arousal coursing through my body.  Despite my utter horror, I
could feel my lubricating juices flowing freely, and my breathing
deepened into an excited pant.  I could feel it happening.  I
don’t know why, and I didn’t want it to, but it happened
nonetheless.  My heart went out to her.

“Oh Baby…” I whispered with quivering voice. 
“You’re so beautiful.”   I began kissing
Emily’s face while she suckled on it.  Her smooth cheek.  Her
tender chin.   “So beautiful… my sweet girl…” 
I found myself kissing the side of her lips, where the fleshy shaft
protruded, and then kissed the shaft itself, down it’s length,
kissing her fingers where they gripped it, then back up to her cheek. 
I whispered into her ear.  “Give Mommy another turn.”

She pulled off the cock and smiled with red, moist lips while turning
it toward me.  My tongue stuck out as I opened wide to accept it, then
plunged deeply over its length while she watched.  I bobbed back and
forth, both our hands jacking it together.  I felt so connected to her
at that moment… so much compassion for the both of us.  I sucked
hard on the backstroke, milking it, nursing on it, trying to feed on
it.  Emily’s cheek was next to mine.

I pulled off with a rather loud slurp, and turned the glistening shaft
back to her lips.  She received it happily, with small mewing sounds
as she again moved back and forth over it.  I have to admit… I
was fully and completely sexually aroused by this torrid scene.  I
couldn’t help it.

“Tell me again you love my cock.”

“Yes.  Mmmmm… your cock.”

“Tell her you love your boyfriend’s cock even better. 
That it’s even nicer than mine.”

“I love my boyfriend’s cock… it’s so
nice.”

“You want to see her sucking your boyfriends, too, don’t
you?”

 “Yes.”  My voice quivered.  This scene had an
other-worldly quality to it… as if a dream, apart from reality,
existing in it’s own isolated bubble.  I didn’t want it
extended, intruding on life… but I had no choice.  I had to
follow his orders.

“Tell her… tell her that she can suck…. What’s
his name?  What’s your boyfriend’s name?”

“Mike…” I admitted.  I don’t know why I told
this rapist his real name.

“Tell her that you want her to suck Mike too.  Any time she
wants to.”

I tried to follow his orders, but I just couldn’t bring myself
to say it.  I did not want her to think that.  I was hoping that Mike
might one day become her step father.  I was frozen in turmoil.  I
didn’t know what he would do if I refused.

“Tell her,” he repeated.

Somehow, I just couldn’t.

“Hmmm…” I could tell he was not happy.  I expected
the gun to come from his pocket.  Instead, he slowly pulled his
erection from Emily’s lips, and knelt down in front of us,
placing a hand on each of our knees.

He looked at Emily and said, “Hey, Referee.  I just gave your
Mom a dare.  But she’s not doing it.  What do you think?  Does
that mean she’s lost the game?”

Emily looked at me a little confused.  His voice was pleasant enough,
but she could sense the tone of unhappiness with me.

“All she has to do is say ‘chicken’,” he said
to her.  “Do you think she’s going to say
‘chicken’, or do what I dared her to?”  A strange
smile appeared as spoke, and his hand slowly began to slide up the
outside of Emily’s leg, his fingers creeping under her white
lacey Sunday school dress.  He looked at her as he spoke to me. 
“So… what’s it gonna be, Babe?”  His hand slid
higher up under the dress, almost to her hip.

“Wait!”  I said.  “I’ll do it.”  He
smiled.  “You can suck on Mike too, if you want to.” I
said to her, feeling trapped.

He pulled his hand from under her dress with obvious satisfaction. 
Then he took her little hands in his and placed them once again around
his erection as he knelt before us.  “Here… move up and
down on it like you did before, Sweety.”  Emily grinned and
began to playfully pump it up and down with both hands.  He spoke to
me again as we watched her small soft hands stroking his penis. 
“You like watching her play with my cock, don’t
you.”

“Yes,” I said.

“Tell her then.”

“I like seeing you playing with his cock, Sweetheart. 
It’s very sexy.”  Emily smiled.

“And you like Mikes cock a lot, don’t you.”

“Yes… I like Mike’s cock very much.”

“And you like to play with it all the time don’t you? 
Just like she’s playing with me now?”

“Yes… I play with it all the time.”  Emily was
grinning now, listening to me say these things.

“Don’t tell me… tell her.”

“I really do like it, Emily.  I play with Mike’s cock all
the time… and like to make him feel good.”

“And you want Emily to play with it too, don’t you…
just like you do?”

“Yes… just like I do.”

 “And you want her to suck on it too?”

“Yes.”

“Then tell her.”

I had to do it.  I kept telling myself I HAD to.  I looked Emily in
the eye and drew closer.  “Yes… Please, Sweetheart…
I want you to play with Mike’s cock, too… and suck on
it… like I do.”

“Ahhh… that’s better.  Now, that wasn’t so
hard, was it?”

“No.”

“Here, Sweety… show your Mom how you’re going to
suck her boyfriend off.  She wants to see you to practice on me what
you’re going to do to Mike.”  He rose up on his knees
before little Emily, and held his erection out in front of her face. 
I saw her once again open her mouth and begin to suckle him. 
“Oh Yeeeaaaahhhh… that feels so good,” he said,
rocking his hips slightly back and forth.  I could only watch in
helplessness.  His hand rested on her head.  He spoke to her now.
“You want to suck on Mike’s cock too, don’t you
Baby?” he said to her.

She continued sucking the rapist’s cock, and simply nodded and
mewed “Mm Hmm,” as compliant to his words as I had been.

 “Oh yeeaahh…” the man moaned.  “Here’s
my dare to you little girl… and you have to do my dares too,
just like your Mommy does…doesn’t she, Mommy?”

“Yes.”

“Tell her.”

“You have to do what he says, Honey.  Just like I do.  So we can
win the game,” I added.

He smiled maliciously, then lifted her head off his glistening organ
and looked excitedly into her eyes.  “I dare you to get up out
of bed at night whenever he’s over, and try to spy on them
having sex.  Your Mom told me she wants you to watch them fuck, so you
have to do it… you won’t get in any trouble… she
wants you to.  Don’t you?  Tell her you want her to.”

“Yes, Baby… I want you to.”

“Or better yet, she wants you to sneak into bed with them in the
dark… and start sucking his wiener while he’s asleep.  And
keep sucking him ‘til he wakes up… and he won’t know
it’s you… he’ll think its her.  That would be a fun
trick to play on him, wouldn’t it?  … It will be really
funny when he realizes it’s you whose doing it, won’t it? 
He’ll really like it a lot.  Just sneak in and do it to Mike the
next chance you get… Your Mom wants you to.  She told me so. 
Didn’t you?”

“Yes.”  No! No!   Please don’t tell her that.  What
if she believes you and really does it?

His smile broadened.  “And she wants you to start rubbing the
front of his pants, too.   Any time you’re alone with him.  You
have to do everything you can to get him to show you his beautiful
wiener … so you can play with it… so you can make it nice
and hard and make him feel really good… and he’ll love you
a lot if you do that… just like your Mommy does.  Will you do
that for your Mommy?  She thinks that would be fun.”

“Okay,” she said, smiling at the idea of surprising Mike
with these games and making him laugh.

 “… And she wants you to get him to touch you too, in all
your private places.  Right Mom?  She should sit in his lap a lot and
try to get him to touch her between the legs?”

“Yes.”

“You like Mike, don’t you girl?  He’s your buddy,
right?”

“Yeah.  Mike’s nice.”

“Well then, you should try to make Mike happy.  You want to make
him happy, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

The man turned his cock toward me.  “Okay, Mom.  Show your
daughter how girls make a man really happy.”

I lunged forward for his cock and took it eagerly into my mouth, glad
that he was finally turning his attentions away from my daughter and
back to me.  Please cum now.  Let this all be over.  Please let him
cum in my mouth, not hers.  Please, just let this all be over!

“Mmmmmm… See?  This is how girls make men happy…
this is what good girls are supposed to do.  Now… show your
Mom… show her what a good girl you are… show her how
you’re going to make Mike happy.”

I pulled off him and Emily’s mouth returned once again.  I left
my hand on it, slowly milking him.  “MMmmmm..” he sighed. 
“Oh yessss… that’s how you make men happy.  Oh
yeah… she’s going to make lots and lots of men
happy.”  He softly petted her hair.  “You’re going
to make Mike very happy… either him,  or any other men your Mom
becomes close friends with… right Mom?  She has your permission
to do that?”

“Yes.”  My pussy juices were gushing, despite my fear of
what he was saying.

“Tell her.”

“Emily… you have my permission to do that.”  Though
her mouth was filled with the rapist’s cock, I saw a slight
smile form on her lips.

“You like to fuck Mike, too, don’t you?  You like to fuck
him all the time.”

“Yes.”

“You want me to fuck you, too.  You want lots of men to fuck
you.  You’d like me to fuck you just like Mike does.”

“Yes,” I answered.  Then it dawned on me what he’d
said.  It seemed a chance to get it out of her mouth, and change this
very uncomfortable subject of my little girl seducing my male friends
into molesting her.  I rose up higher on my knees.  My hand moved from
his erection to his pubic hair, then up under his shirt, slid over his
flat stomach to his chest.  I looked up to him with seductive pleading
eyes.  “Yes… fuck me.  Please fuck me now,” I said.

His cock slipped out of Emily’s mouth when he stood.  He smiled,
and gently pulled me to my feet.  I felt light headed, dizzy, the
world seemed so strange, so foreign.
He pulled me close and our lips met.  It was our first kiss.  His
hands dropped to my naked bottom and he softly caressed my buns.  I
felt like I was melting.

He took my hand, and led me slowly over to the sofa.  I suddenly felt
very naked and exposed, standing completely undressed in my own living
room, while he still wore his shirt and jacket, and Emily still fully
clothed in her lacey white Sunday school dress.  I felt conspicuous
and embarrassed in my nudity.  I felt vulnerable.  But it also felt
strangely sexy to be exposed like this.


He sat me down on the sofa, then lay me back gently, pulling my butt
forward to the very edge of the seat.  My neck and shoulders pressed
against the back cushion.  He knelt between my spread legs and began
to rub my naked body all over.  Emily followed us and he patted the
seat next to me, for her to sit.  She jumped onto the cushion beside
me, watching him rub my naked flesh as I lay back.  His hands caressed
up to my breasts and down to my thighs, moving across my pubic hair,
lingering here and there, while Emily watched attentively.

I noticed she had her shoes on the sofa, her patent leather Sunday
school shoes, tucked under her legs.  I normally don’t allow
shoes on the furniture, but given the circumstances, it seemed a
rather minor infraction, so I didn’t mention it.

“Touch her with me,” he said to my young daughter. 
“Help me make your Mom feel good.”

Emily smiled and bit her lower lip as her tiny hand began gliding over
my nude body along with his.  She seemed fascinated with my breasts
and rubbed and played with them while he stroked my skin all over.  A
moan escaped me as I lay back, awash in tactile stimulation.  It felt
so naughty.  It felt so good.

Kneeling between my spread legs, the rapist watched her delicate hands
caressing me.
“Look how her nipples are standing up,” he said. 
“Look how stiff they are.  That means she feels real
good.”  It was true.  My nipples were fully erect.  Emily played
with my nipples as I lay back, and it felt like silken electric shocks
were flowing from them, and coursing throughout my body.  My breathing
grew heavier.

“Touch her down here, too.”  His large hand was on my
pussy.  “C’mon… touch her here now.”

She giggled and shifted her position to reach between my legs.  I felt
her tiny fingers make contact and begin to rub.  Fresh jolts of
arousal sprang from her touch.

“Right here… this is the best place… see how
it’s sticking up like a little button?  That’s where she
really likes to be touched.”  Emily’s little fingers began
rolling around my clitoris… rubbing it… tickling it.  She
drew closer to see better what she was doing.  I felt his hands moving
all around my pussy, but I could tell it was my daughter who was
touching my clit.  I began to gasp.

“See?  She really likes it,” he said.

I moaned. “Yes… yes… it feels wonderful… it
feels…”

“See?  That’s the best spot.”

“This is fun!” Emily said, ever the little enthusiast.

I heard him whisper, “I dare you to kiss it.”  

This caused me turmoil… I found myself both repulsed and excited
by the idea.  But I had no choice, did I?  I HAD to let her do what he
said.  I lay back and resigned myself to whatever would happen.  My
legs spread slightly more.

“Really?”

I heard myself say, “Yes… Baby… I dare you to kiss
it.”

She chuckled.  “Ohhhh… all right.”

She leaned down and I felt her silky hair drift lightly across my
pelvis… then the barest sensation of her lips contacting my
clitoris, with a tiny, pecking kiss.  She giggled.  Then I felt
another kiss and another.  She began kissing all around my mons and
clit and the soft outer lips of my pussy.

“Oh God, kid… you are so sexy… lick it… give
it a little lick.  Go on.”

All motion stopped. There was a moment of hesitation.  And then I felt
a very soft, moist nudge against my clit.  It was her tongue.

I gave in.  I surrendered myself to the streams of arousal that
coursed through me, causing my ass to tighten in lust and my breathing
to become little more than a quivering pant.  Then I felt another
lick, then another.  My hand ran down her back.  My other clutched the
cushion next to me.  She giggled again.  “It tastes
slippery,” she said.

And then I felt a new sensation.  The man had risen up on his knees
and moved forward between my widely spread legs.  I felt the blunt
press of his hard cock’s tip upon my pussy, at almost the exact
spot little Emily was licking.  I couldn’t see, because her
position blocked my view, but could tell that her little hand was now
upon his stiff manhood as he moved back and forth, the shaft sliding
against my slit, right up to her mouth.

“Kiss me too,” he said.  

I felt her smooth cheek rest upon my pubic mound as she turned her
head, and I knew that the tip of his cock was now nestling between my
seven-year-old little girl’s lips.

“Oh God yes,” he moaned.  He grasped my thighs tightly. 
“Fuck… this is incredible.”

I placed my hand on her silken hair and petted.  I noticed the plastic
rainbow hairclip that held it out of her face.  Finally he drew back a
few inches, and said, “The game’s almost over now…
your Mom has almost won.  You’ve been a really big help too. 
But there’s just one more dare… do you want to help with
this one last dare?  It’s the biggest dare of all.”

She lifted her head and rested on her elbows.   “Yeah!  Then we
win, right?”  When she sat up I could now see his stiff member
rising up from my slit, where it’s underside pressed against my
furrow.

“Yeah… one more dare and you win.  But you have to help
with this one.  Do you know what ‘fucking’ is?”

“I know it’s a bad word.”

He chuckled.  “Yeah, I guess it is.  But fucking is the best
thing there is… it’s great!  Men and women do it…
it’s when a man puts his dick inside the woman’s
pussy.”

“Oh yeah… I know about that.  It’s where babies come
from.  It’s sex.”

“That’s right… it’s sex.  But we call it
‘fucking’, okay?  That’s part of the game.”

“Okay.”

“Can you say it?  Can you say the word for me?”

I heard her say “Fucking”.

“Good… that’s right… it’s called
“fucking…  Do you want me to fuck your Mom now?”

“Yeah!”

“Good… now all you have to do to win the game is help me
put it in her.”

“Okay.   What do I do?”

He took her hand and guided it further down between my legs, to the
sloppy part of my pussy.  “Your Mom’s hole is down
here… I want you to put my cock in it.”  I felt her little
inexperienced fingers fish around until they found my vaginal orifice.
 The fingertips penetrated just a tiny bit in locating it.

“Oh… here it is!   Hee hee…  It’s all
wet.”

He took her other hand, and placed it on his hard cock.  “Okay,
kid… lead the way… put my dick inside your Mom.”

She giggled again and I watched her tilt it downward, aiming his
erection toward my vagina, and he moved his hips forward little by
little.  I felt the head make blunt contact, but just a tad too high.

“Hee hee… it’s like pin the tail on the
donkey.”

“Oh… it’s WAY better than that.  Try again.”

She reached again between my pussy’s wet lips with her tiny
fingers to relocate the hole. Then with one hand on him and the other
on me, she brought us together, successfully guiding his tip to my
opening.  I felt the head wedge it’s way slowly into my
entrance, then pull back just a touch.  “MMmm… I think you
found it… good job… you’re a great little
helper.”  He then pushed forward all the way.

I felt the hard cock’s full length slide easily up into me,
filling me, penetrating me.  “Oooohhhh...
Yeeeaaahhh…” he moaned.  I gasped as it filled me up.

He began pumping slowly into me with long, firm strokes.  I felt the
rapist’s cock plunge deep inside my body, then back out.  Then
back in.  He held my hips in his large strong hands, pushing himself
up into me again and again.  My sharply angled neck and shoulders
pressed up against the sofa’s back cushions with each long
thrust.  He looked down on me with a gleam of total victory in his
eyes.

“Look Emily.  I’m fucking your Mother.  Oooohhh… it
feels so good to fuck her.  Doesn’t it look fun?”

“Yeah”, she chuckled.

“Say it, Emily.  Tell your Mother that you like seeing me fuck
her.”

She smiled down at me with an excited grin and said, “He’s
fucking you Mom!  Uncle Bob is really fucking you!”

“Ohhh…. Yeeaaahhh…” he panted.  

Then he leaned forward so his body lay atop mine and I felt him rise
up on his toes to press his weight against me, buried to the hilt.  I
wrapped my arms around him.  I felt pinned down by the mass of his
large body… wonderfully trapped.  He slid his hands to grasp me
by the shoulders, and began moving me back and forth as though
plunging my whole body over his cock.  I lifted my feet from the floor
to wrap my legs around his thighs as he speared deeply into me.  I
felt the scratch of his stubbled chin scraping against my cheek and
neck.  He began to whisper in my ear.

“How does it feel?” he whispered.  “Tell me you like
it.”

I panted back breathily, “I like it”.

“How does it feel…” he paused for a moment,
“…to be raped?”  He’d said ‘raped’
very slowly and clearly, as if lingering on the word. “Tell
me.”

I knew what I had to say.  “I like it,” I whispered back. 
I felt a strange and unexpected response within my body when I said
it.  Without really meaning to, I found myself grinding my pelvis back
into him as he slowly and strongly humped me.

Then I felt the solid weigh of the gun in his jacket’s pocket
bumping against my elbow.

“You like being raped, don’t you?”

“Yesss.”

“How does it feel… to have your daughter help me…
your little girl… helping me rape you?  Putting me inside
you?” he breathed into my ear.

I clutched at his jacket.  “It feels good…” I
panted.  “I like it.”  My hand dropped to the gun in his
jacket pocket… I could feel its steel shape under the cloth.  A
new thought entered my mind as his lips pressed against mine in a deep
kiss.  I kissed back, our tongues intermingling.  I thought about the
gun and could I get to it without him noticing.  I lay there while he
fucked me… my hand on the gun… his cock buried deep inside
my cunt… my seven-year-old daughter watching him fuck me…
and watching me fuck him back.  I lay there, trying to decide, kissing
him, feeling his cock thrust up inside my body, again and again…
just wishing he would cum, and it would all be over.

“Thank me!  Thank me for raping you,” he hissed through
clenched teeth.

I panted for a moment, thinking about this new demand.  My finger tips
entered his pocket’s opening.  I felt the cold steel, the rough
texture of the pistol’s handle.

Could I get to it?  What if I failed and he overpowered me?  What if
he raped my daughter instead?

Or what if I succeeded?  What nightmares would she have if she saw me
shoot Uncle Bob?  NO!  Those nightmares would last her lifetime.  I
couldn’t win, I realized.  Not that way.  Gave in to him, and
surrendered completely.  It was my only hope.

“Thank you!” I cooed into his ear.  “Thank you for
raping me.  It feels good… when you rape me.”  My voice
was willing and seductive, sincere and passionately aroused. 
“Fuck me… yes… Oh yes… fuck me… rape
me... please… while Emily watches… thank you... thank
you… for raping me… I want you to… rape me…
yesss… I like it… I like it….”

Then he pushed himself up with his strong arms and rose back to his
upright kneeling position, looking down upon me with a deeply
satisfied gleam in his eyes.  His hands slid down my naked body and
back to my hips.  He began using long smooth strokes again.

“Yeeeaaaahhh…” he breathed in lust.  “I love
fucking your Mom… Oh yeahhh… she has such a nice
pussy… so wet… oh yeaeeaahh… such a nice
cunt…. Such a nice cunt to fuck.”  He stroked into me with
satisfaction.  “Help me fuck your Mom, kid.  Help me fuck her. 
Touch her pussy while I fuck her.  Touch your Mom’s cunt.  Feel
how warm it is.”

Emily’s gaze was locked on my pussy and on the man’s large
cock moving in and out of me.  She slid her hand down my belly and
onto my pubic hair and then down my pussy, so the man’s pumping
cock was between her fingers and thumb.  I knew she was feeling it
slide through her fingers, just as it was sliding into me.

“Oh yeah, kid… feel my cock while I fuck your Mom with
it… oh yeahh… you like helping me fuck your Mom,
don’t you?  You like seeing my cock go up into her.”

“Yeah.   It’s cool.”

“Tell her how good it feels, Baby,” he said to me. 
“Tell her how good it is.”

“Oh, Honey… it feels so good.  I can feel it up inside
me… ooooo… it feels… soooo… gooood.”

He stared down at me.  I could feel his stiff erection pumping against
the roof of my vagina, sliding against and triggering my g-spot with
each thrust.  I felt my daughter’s delicate hands on the
outside.  Wave after wave of stimulation pulsed through me.

“I love when men fuck me, Emily…” I panted. 
“ooOOOoooo… it feels so good… to have them…
gasp… inside me.  Oh.  Touch me, Sweetheart… help Uncle
Bob fuck me… help him… molest… me.”  My head
thrashed from side to side as these words poured from me.

I felt the arousal build up, nearing climax, one feeling piling on top
of the other; felt the consuming lust climbing in a spiral of mounting
sensation.  Building.  Climbing.  Rising.  Peaking. Bursting forth
like the gushing deluge of a collapsing dam.

And then I exploded.

The seizure gripped my body, and I began to tremble and spasm in
thrashing, crashing orgasm.  My vision faded.  My brain washed with a
flood of liquid electricity.  Every muscle tensed.  Sweat glistened
from every pore.  I couldn’t help myself from crying out in a
frenzy of all-consuming passion.  “Oh YES!  OH YES!!  OH
YES!!!”

The man began to laugh.  “Oh yeah… look at her… she
loves it.  Ha Ha.  Your Mother loves getting fucked!”

Then a second wave crashed.  And then a third.  Bursts of color
flashed through my mind as I quivered and shook in a series of
prolonged orgasms… orgasms that linked one to the other,
becoming a continuous river of explosive seizures, of passionate
release.  It seemed to go on and on.

I’d never felt anything like this before.  I felt swept away, as
though the world had vanished and I was flying through the air…
as if all cares had gone, … all worries and concerns melted
away… transported into a dimension where ego and fear dissolve
into a swirling whirlpool of sensuous bliss.

Then I heard the man’s voice.  It echoed dimly, from another
world, “Oh yeah… I’m almost there… almost
there…”

I began to come down.  My mind and reality began reassembling as the
orgasm subsided, like crystals growing in a great blue void.  I felt
my neck and shoulders pressed against the sofa’s back, his long
stiff cock still thrusting within me… and his words entered my
ears, as though from a vast distance:  “Okay, Baby… now,
when I pull out… put your mouth over it real fast.”

I could not focus my thoughts through the descending orgasmic haze,
but I felt Emily’s fine hair sweep across my naked stomach and
downward toward the center of my stimulation.  Oh NO!  I suddenly
realized what he was going to do.  Not in her mouth!  Not in my
baby’s mouth!!

“Oh yeah… almost there… get ready…
almost… UHHH!!!  NOW!!  NOW!!!”  I felt a sudden emptiness
as he pulled back and quickly out.  NO!  I freaked.  I had to save
her!  I had to save her!

I don’t know how I did it…  You sometimes hear of 
superhuman feats mothers achieve to save their children… like
lifting a car or breaking down the door to a burning house.  Now I
believe them.  All I really remember of it is a fleeting glimpse of my
sweet little girl’s face as I flew quickly past, her lips
parted, ready to receive him.

Somehow, in a burst of instictive reflex, I’d managed to flip
myself around in time to clamp my own mouth over the rapist’s
pulsating cock, in place of my baby’s.  I remember the slippery,
musky taste of my own pussy’s lubricating juices coating it, and
I remember a profound feeling of victory and sacrifice as the tangy
flood of cum gushed forth onto my tongue.  I swallowed, and felt that
first thick blast slide warmly down into my stomach.  The strong,
salty, bitter taste of it filled my mouth, throat, and nostrils; yet a
strange feeling of happiness and love filled my heart.

Yes.  Happiness and love.  I had saved my child from his utter
violation by taking it upon myself.  I felt a profound sense of
strength in my soul, a warmth, a blessing, a feeling that has never
since left me… a miraculous and liberating revelation that I was
indeed a good and true Mother, that through love and sacrifice I could
instinctively survive any hardship and prevail.

The rapist clamped my head tightly between his powerful hands, and
thrust his erupting cock deeply into my mouth, unloading spurt after
spurt of cum onto the back of my throat.  “Don’t
swallow!” he commanded between clenched teeth. 
“Don’t swallow!”  I felt such powerful relief and
freedom, as his cum filled my mouth.

I had defeated him.

He held me there for a long time, until his cock ceased its pulsating
ejaculations.  Then he finally exhaled and hissed, “Ohhhhh
yeeeaahh!  Ohhhh yeeeaahhhh!”  He held me there a while longer,
breathing heavily as his cock began to soften, then finally, he pulled
it out from between my lips.

“Oh God, lady.  You are great!  That was fantastic…
okay… just one last dare.  Open your mouth… I wanna see
that you still have it in there.”

I leaned my head back and showed him that I was still holding much of
his thick semen in my mouth.  I had obeyed that last request and not
swallowed.  It felt slippery, thick and very bitter on my tongue as I
held it there, resisting the powerful urge to either swallow, vomit,
or spit it out on the floor.

He grinned.  “I’ve just gotta see you kiss your daughter
now.”  His large hand petted the side of my face, almost
affectionately.  “You do that, and I’ll leave.  You earned
it.  You won the game.  This was great.”

I looked at my sweet seven-year-old Emily.  She had done so much
already.  She’d suckled my breast.  She’d sucked on this
man’s cock.  She’d even licked my clit, and helped the
stranger put himself inside me.  And now I put my hand softly on the
back of her neck and leaned closer to her, until our lips met.

I wondered what it must taste like for her.  I knew I still had traces
of the mixed juices of my own lubrication and his semen on my lips,
but more, I still had the copious mouthful of this stranger’s
cum.  I swallowed just before opening my mouth to kiss her deeply.  I
knew she would be tasting the sharp, tangy flavor of his semen on my
tongue as I licked her teeth and the inside of her lips.  I wanted to
share this victory with her, this symbol of our strength.  She’d
been so brave, and the victory was as much hers as mine.  She kissed
back, her little tongue meeting mine.  If the taste of it bothered her
at all, she didn’t react.  Instead she just kissed and kissed
and kissed.  I loved her more purely at that moment than I ever had
before, felt more connected, more a team.  Together, we had suffered
life’s most cruel challenge, and endured.  We’ll be okay. 
Whatever life throws at us, whatever the future brings, we’ll be
okay.

She fell into my arms and I held her close, kissing her neck, hugging
her to me.  “I love you so much Emily…  I love you more
than anything in the world.”

The man watched us kneeling on the floor together, while he pulled his
pants on and zipped them up.  He ran out of the house without another
word.


End.

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