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Subject: {ASSM} Rapist's Little Helper (MFf, coersion, pedo, oral)
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Hi.  This is my first story, and I would love to hear your feedback. 
I posted it a couple of days ago, but am reposting it in a more
readable format.  I hope you enjoy it.  Let me know what you think.

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.  Oh my God.  What had I just agreed to? 
An image rushed into my mind... an image of all the men I'd dated over
the last three years molesting Emily... their lustful hands wandering
all over my baby's sweet, innocent little body.  I pictured her tiny
hands wrapped playfully around each of them... around Kelly, Ward,
Rick and Russ, and around others she'd only met a time or two... her
willing lips accepting them, making them cum.  These vulgar images
pulsed through my mind causing a profoundly mixed response within me. 
On the one hand, an undeniable wave of unbridled lust sliced
powerfully through me at the utter obscenity of these images.  But on
the other hand, I suddenly grew fearful... fearful, not of Uncle Bob,
so much... these acts here with this rapist had a peculiar sort of
insolating layer... an other-worldly quality... as if a dream, apart
from reality, existing in it's own isolated bubble.  But the thought
of Emily performing these acts with men I knew in real life filled me
with such a deep dread, that I felt suddenly frozen in internal
conflict.  I wanted to please this man.  I NEEDED to please this man. 
But I didn't want these acts extended into my real life.

"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 on Mike too.  Any time she wants
to.  Tell her you really want to see her suck Mike's cock."

I tried to follow his orders, but somehow I just couldn't bring myself
to say it.  I did not want her to think that.  I had grown very close
to Mike over the last eight months, and was beginning to seriously
hope that he might one day become her Step Father.  I was bound in
turmoil.  I just couldn't tell her that.  I just couldn't.  I didn't
know what this man would do if I refused, but what if Emily truly
believed me?

"Tell her," he repeated.

I wanted to.  I really did.  I looked at her sucking this stranger,
and was overwhelmed by a clear and vivid vision of the man I had grown
to love standing there in his stead... that it was Mike's penis in her
mouth, and Mike's warm smile and caring eyes looking lovingly down
upon her as he whispered soft, gentle, sexy encouragements.  My pussy
flowed profusely.  I nearly swooned.  I just couldn't bring myself to
say it.

"Tell her."  His voice was more forceful.

I just stared at what my daughter was doing, panting deeply.

"Hmmm..." I could tell he was not happy with my hesitation.  I half
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 will she do the dare?"  A strange
smile appeared as he 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.  I looked at my sweet daughter and whispered, "You can...
you can suck on Mike too, if you want to."

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 both
watched her small, soft hands play with her fascinating new toy.  "You
really do like watching her rub my cock, don't you?"

"Yes," I said, sheepishly.

"Tell her then."

"I like seeing you play 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.  Tell her."

"Yes... just like I do."

 "And you want her to suck on it too, don't you?"

"Yes."

"Then tell her."

I had to do it.  I kept telling myself I HAD to.  I looked Emily
sincerely in the eyes and placed my hand on the side of her face.  I
had to say the words that would please this man.  "Yes... Please,
Sweetheart... I want you to play with Mike's cock, too... and suck on
it... just like I do."

"Yessssss... Tell her... yesss"

"I do it all the time... and I want you to start doing it too."

"Ahhh... that's better.  Now, that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No," I lied.

"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 lean forward to suckle him.  "Oh Yeeeaaaahhhh... that feels
so good," he said, rocking his hips slightly back and forth.  I could
only watch helplessly.  His hand rested on her head.  He spoke to her
now. "You want to suck on Mike's cock, 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 grinned maliciously, then lifted her head off the glistening organ
and looked excitedly into her eyes.  Both little hands remained
wrapped around him, slowly pumping while he spoke.  "I dare you to get
up out of bed at night whenever he's over, and try to spy on them
having sex."  He smiled at her.  She smiled back.  "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 do that."  I was surprised to hear how
much conviction was in my voice.  It sounded like I meant it.  Even to
me.

"Or better yet, she wants you to sneak into bed with them in the
dark... and start sucking on 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?
Don't you think that would be a funny trick, Mom?"

"Yes."  My hand moved to my pussy.  I hadn't meant it to.

"... It will be really funny when he realizes it's you whose doing it,
won't it, Emily?  He'll really like it a lot. He'll think it was the
funniest thing in the world...  Just sneak in and surprise Mike like
that.  Do it the next chance you get... Your Mom wants you to.  She
told me so.  Didn't you?"

"Yes," I said.  No! No!   Please don't tell her that.  What if she
believes you and really does it?

His smile broadened when he notice where my hand was.  "And she wants
you to start doing other things too... like rubbing the front of his
pants whenever you're alone with him."  Emily was giggling now, biting
her lower lip, tugging enthusiastically up and down his shaft.

"Yeah..." he moaned. "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 it would be so much fun."

"Okay," she giggled conspiratorially, excited at the idea of
surprising Mike with these games, and making him laugh.

 "... And she wants you to kiss him a lot... and 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."  I listened as if spellbound.
 
"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!  Emily
started to let go, but I held her hands in place, thinking that would
help the man cum quicker.

"Mmmmmm... See?  This is how girls make men happy... this is what good
girls are supposed to do."

 I drove my lips down his shaft until they pressed against her tiny
fingers.  I did not bob up and down this time, but lingered there on
it, pressed against her hand like a bizarre form of kiss, sucking
vigorously with my tongue, mewing loudly, "Mmmmm  mmMMmmmMMMmmmm" as
though savoring the glorious flavor of this flesh.  I sucked on it
lustfully... hungrily... wishing only to experience the warm, salty
flood of semen filling my mouth.

I thought for a moment of the single time Mike had accidentally
started cumming before I'd pulled off, and how quickly I had recoiled
in utter disgust and spat it out on him, gagging "Ick... eww... yuk...
ptoo ptoo" as the rest ejaculated onto his belly.   And I remembered
how heartily he'd apologized and how mad I was anyway.  And I
remembered a whole string of other times I'd been unfair to him, even
mean... not wanting him to "control" me... and bitchy as hell to him
during my period, and how forgiving he'd always been with my outbursts
and emotional roller coasters, and how sweet and caring a man he truly
was.  And I felt a wave of sorrow over the apologies I'd refused to
give. And then I thought how badly I wanted this strangers semen... I
wanted it.  I craved it, even.  And I flashed for a second how unfair
that was to Mike.  I wanted it to be Mike's semen, not this god damned
rapist's.  I promised myself that I would let Mike cum in my mouth.  I
would.  I felt somehow that I owed it to him.

I heard the man's voice over me, saying, "Oh Yeeeaaahhh... that's how
girls make men happy... see?  See how much she likes it?  Oh yeah...
that's fantastic."  I heard her giggle in agreement.  I put my arm
around her and pulled her up close to me as I sucked.  I felt her
cheek right next to mine.

"She's showing you how to make men happy... and you want to make men
happy.  She wants you to do things to get them to let you do this. 
Things like rubbing his lap and letting him see you naked.  Will you
try to get Mike to see you naked?"

"Yeah!" she said.  "It's fun!"

I thought about the times Mike had already seen her naked... about the
two or three times he'd sat on the vanity while we all chatted as she
took her bath.  And how she'd laughed and splashed and played in the
water, and how it was like a game that he hide his eyes when she got
out, and how completely unashamed she'd been to jump out and scamper
around naked holding the towel almost in front of her, trying to get
him to peek. And how we'd all laughed, and how innocent it had all
seemed.  And how much she truly seemed to enjoy it.

"Now... show your Mom... show her what a good girl you are... show her
how you're going to make Mike happy."

I felt his light nudge on my forehead, and pulled off him.  I watched
Emily's mouth receive it once again.  I left my hand on hers, slowly
milking him, my other moved to the back of her head.  "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 petted her hair
softly.  "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 all of that."  Though her mouth
was filled with the rapist's cock, I saw a slight smile form on her
lips.

"You like doing that to Mike, don't you?"

"Yes."

What else do you like to do with him?  Tell her."

"I..."  

"You like him to fuck you."

I whispered into Emily's ear, "I like it when Mike fucks me."  That
was the first time in her life she'd ever heard me utter the f-word. 
It felt surprisingly good to say it.  It felt... I don't know...
honest, maybe?  Naughty?

"You fuck him all the time, don't you?"

"Yes.  Any chance I get."

"You want me to fuck you, too, don't you?  You want lots of men to
fuck you."

"Yes," I answered.  "I like when men fuck me."

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."

His cock slipped out of Emily's mouth as he stood.  He smiled, and
gently pulled me to my feet.  I felt light headed, dizzy, almost as if
in a trance.  Everything 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 naked and 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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