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Subject: {ASSM} Bobbing Charlene for Apples (A Halloween Story sorta) (F+/g, NC, Pedo, Rape, Violence, Cannibal, Implied Snuff)
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Copyright 2005 Rachael Ross all rights reserved.

Story Codes: F+/g, NC, Pedo, Rape, Violence, Cannibal, Implied Snuff

The Sisterhood of Satan
Chapter XIV   Sorority Severe, The Party Guide

Part III
Bobbing Charlene For Apples

Note: This is a multi part story about a group of college girls who
form a secret society dedicated to evil and shopping. They call it a
sorority, but the rest of us know it as The Sisterhood of Satan. If you
have not read the previous 13 chapters, do not fear! If you haven't
read the first two parts of this chapter, that=s okay too. Some things
will not be entirely clear, but much of the story will make itself
understood.

Author's Note: The Sisterhood does in fact exist, despite claims to the
contrary made by myself and many others. I have personally grown weary
of denying my involvement, and so to clear both my conscience, and my
good name, I am putting pen to paper and exposing the truth. Most of
you will not believe what I have written here, and previously, since
you haven't seen it on television. But, I have agents hard at work to
rectify that very situation. Until such time as it becomes an HBO mini
series, you'll just have to take what I offer on faith, or if that
isn't enough, take it with a couple Advil and call me in the morning.

One final note: Read the codes. Save yourself from a lifetime of trying
to forget what I have written here...Unless you're into it.

= = = = =

Crissy and Kate always threw good parties and this one was no
exception. I've already told you about some of it. About Julia, the
girl from Mexico that Heather had purchased during spring break and
turned into a piñata. And I'm pretty sure I mentioned the triplets,
April, May, and June, who played pin the girl on the donkey with a nine
year old. But I haven't said anything about Charlene yet, have I? She
was Susan's niece and she loved to bob for apples!


Charlene was a precocious 10 year old, which made her the oldest of our
special guests that cool autumn eve. So naturally she drew a lot of
attention! Not as much as Candy, the four year old, of course...But who
could compete with that? Honestly.

So, because so many of the sisters wanted to play with Charlene, it was
decided that she would bob for apples. That was a fun game and everyone
could play all night long, if we were careful. Charlene became,
literally, the center attraction of our carnal carnival of chaos!

And she thought she was going to have cake and ice cream! Silly girl.

"More water! More water!" Susan was saying, directing traffic as the
entertainment committee hurried to and fro. Samantha was using a garden
hose to fill the big round wash basin. It was 3' in diameter easily,
and at least that deep, made of aluminum and filled almost to the brim
with freezing cold water from the tap outside.

The party was about to start and while most of our guests were safely
tucked away in the cellar, waiting to be brought out one by one; a few
of them would have to be in place right from the get go. Like Charlene.
She was standing there between Kelly and Pam, stark naked except for
the handcuffs and staring with wide frightened eyes. Every now and then
the little ten year old would jump and squeal, but that was because Pam
kept trying to shove her fingers up the girl's butt.

Charlene was tall for a girl her age, which suited us just fine. And
skinny too, which was neither here nor there. Her face was terminally
cute, wide open and smiling when we'd first met her. She had dimples,
like Shirley Temple, except her hair was darker, almost brown, and her
eyes were green. She'd stood there, ushered into our top secret party
barn, in her pretty pink dress, smiling at us like she didn't have a
care in the world.

Until her Aunt Susan had punched the little girl hard in the stomach. I
guess she hadn't expected that! But a punch in the belly is a good
thing for a ten year old, it shuts them up quick. And if they're
already quiet, like Charlene was, well...it keeps them quiet. The poor
thing dropped like a sack of potatoes, curling up and holding her tummy
and trying to breathe. You could see the look in her eyes when Susan
flipped the child onto her back. Not so much the physical pain, which
was plainly there, but the betrayal. The injury to her trust was mortal
and it was beautiful.


"Am I still your favorite Auntie?" Susan was laughing as she sat down
hard on the girl's injured stomach. "Do you still love me, Charlene?"

The girl couldn't say a word. She just lay there, with big alligator
tears running down her face, gasping for air like a fish out of water.
But we were going to fix that!

Susan ripped her dress down the middle, sending brightly colored
buttons flying everywhere, and we gasped at the little girl's tits.
They were gorgeous!

"Oh wow!"..."Yummy!"..."So pretty!"..."Mmmm...I want some!" and more,
all the sisters were talking, mostly to themselves I think.

Her chest was flat as board, naturally, but her nipples! I still get
wet thinking about them. They were ripe as cherries, red and sweet and
so puffy they looked like they'd been clamped for a week. But they
hadn't. Those babies were all natural. They were big around as silver
dollars and stuck out about an inch, maybe even more. The nubs were
like dark red erasers, just dying to be chewed.

"You guys like those?" Susan grinned, looking up and around at all of
us. We nodded and agreed and just rubbed our pussies with anticipation.
"Then you'll love this!" She scooted back, down Charlene's long skinny
legs, ripping the child's clothes away as she went. Susan tore the
panties with her teeth, yanking the girl, who was starting to sob a
little, right off her little ass.

And there, exposed to our grand delight, was the ten year old's
immature cunt. It was sleek and smooth and unlike a lot of younger
girls, not puffy at all. Her lips, the outer labia we all love so much,
were exposed and well defined, practically hanging out of the girl's
sex like an invitation to dinner. And her clitoris! Would you believe
it? A ten year old with a clit! It was just a little one, peeking from
a cute pink hood of flesh, but unmistakable nonetheless. We looked
around at each other, all 13 members of the sisterhood, and silently
agreed that this was the most beautiful little pussy we'd ever laid
eyes on.

"We gotta fuck her!"..."Is she a virgin?"..."How old is she?"...we all
started talking at once, like a bunch of magpies.

"What does her ass look like?" Fiona's voice cut above the others.
Lithe lovely Fiona. She loved ass.


"It's perfect!" Susan told us, and then she flipped the crying girl
over, digging her long crimson nails into Charlene's round cheeks and
prying them apart. Her anus was bright pink, shiny and new, and it was
obvious nothing had even dreamt of penetrating her there...Until now.
Now we were all dreaming of it!

"I I I want my mommmmmmmmmy!!!" The child suddenly wailed, as if she'd
been saving it up for a special occasion. It was loud and long and
filled with desperation. Any normal human being, upon hearing such a
sound, would have been moved to pity.

"Shut the fuck up!" Susan screamed and started slapping the girl's ass
with her hand.

"Here, use this." Someone, maybe Denise, handed Susan the sawed off
pool cue we were going to use on the piñata.

THWACK!!! THWACK!!! THWACK!!!

Susan beat the child mercilessly on her bare butt with the long slender
piece of wood while we watched. Of course that did little but get the
child screaming louder, but that was okay. We were in the middle of
nowhere.

"You stupid cunt!" Susan was still yelling and she gave up on the wood
in favor of her fists. "I said shut up!" She pummeled her niece with
her fists, mostly along Charlene's ribs and in the small of her back.

"Hey, ladies! We have a party to get started!" Crissy yelled, clapping
her hands, and trying to get us all moving again. And gradually we did
move, licking our lips, and glancing over our shoulders at the
incredible sight of Susan sitting on Charlene's thighs, punching the
girl's ribs.

Anyway, soon it really was a party and the much quieted Charlene was
standing between Kelly and Pam, watching the tub get filled. Fiona
dumped a bag full of ripe red apples in the water and they floated
around, bobbing up and down. It was all very traditional. The music was
blasting already, mostly stuff like "Women of Sodom" and "Muffhead" and
that weird sort of theatre rock that dykes in Frisco liked. I prefer
Marilyn Manson, myself, but I could deal with it.

"You're going to be bobbing for apples, Charlene." Her aunt Susan was
explaining.


The kid's nose was runny and her eyes were red and weary. Her once
flawless ass was a mess of bruises and welts, all black and yellow and
purple. Her ribs and tummy too were discolored and swollen. But she
looked good like that, I have to confess. She was so pale before, very
boring. The bruises gave her a certain quality, as if she'd been
painted the color pain. Susan really was an artist, you know.

"We're gonna put you there, on that tub, bent over so you can grab
apples in your teeth." Susan was smiling, and pointing things out for
the girl as she spoke. "And while you're doing that, me and my sisters
are going to be fucking you with...this!"

Susan pulled a humongoid strapon dildo out from behind her back. It was
long, like 12" at least, and as big around near the base as a soda can.
All black and hard plastic, it gleamed dully in the annoyingly bright
lights of the bare bulbs we'd strung through the rafters. The little
girl's eyes opened wide and she shook her head a little, maybe even
moaned, but I wasn't close enough to tell for sure.

All the sisters that were nearby grinned though, and seemed to be
wringing their hands with urgent expectation. That dildo was a monster
and it would break something inside that little girl, that was for
sure.

"You know what fuck means, don't you Charlene?" Susan was teasing. "It
means were gonna put this in your little pee pee and in your butt, too.
Whenever we want and as often as we want. But..." She smiled
sympathetically, "...every game has rules. When you feel it, when
someone starts fucking you with this, then you have to start bobbing
for an apple. You have to get one in your mouth and hold it up so
everyone can see it. When you do that, then we'll take this big bad
nasty dick out of you. Okay?"

The girl didn't say anything, of course, she just stood there slack
jawed and staring.

"We got any lube?" Susan looked around.

"Yeah, it's coming." Penny nodded. She was on the lube committee. Well,
she was the lube committee, actually, because she was into that sort of
thing. "Here...I set up a burner, just keep it on low." She set a big
old black kettle on a single electric heating coil she'd setup near the
tub, but not too close. Charlene would splash a lot, probably. It was
half full of vegetable oil and already simmering. That stuff had to be
hot!

"Just be careful when you use it, there's a basting brush there. Get
the dick good and hot and slippery and you'll slide right in, I
guarantee it!" Penny was grinning as she took the dildo from Susan and
demonstrated, coating the thing with boiling oil until it almost seemed
to glow. She held it up a little, careful not to drip, and looked
around. "Any takers?"

We all laughed at that, because there was only one...the ten year old
in the front row. She'd be taking it a lot!

"Okay sister's let's get her in place!" Crissy was clapping again. "We
have a lot of entertainment tonight, not just this one!"

Of course, one of the best things about these parties was setting up. I
mean the party itself was always fun too, and the inevitable orgy that
wrapped it up...And cleaning up, that was a real thrill. But getting
everything ready, mmmm...That combined fun with anticipation. A heady
combination to be sure!

(Excerpt from the Sisterhood of Satan Ultimate Party Guide: The
simplest forms of restraint are most often the best. Especially when
dealing with young girls. Avoid complications wherever possible. The
use of handcuffs, belts, harnesses, and other mechanically sound
devices is highly recommended for most commonly encountered
situations...)

In keeping with the Party Guide, Charlene had been handcuffed already,
with her hands behind her back. The last thing we needed was a cheater!
And the temptation to use her hands to grab an apple might prove too
much for the girl. To keep her in the proper position though, we needed
something else. In this case it was pretty simple. The basin had to big
sturdy wooden handles opposite each other, we simply used a plain old
leather belt. Use your imagination now...It went through the handle
from underneath, around Charlene's right ribs, over the small of her
back, down across her left ribs and through the handle again. Then back
up, doubling over itself on the left side, and the buckle end was
brought up, doubling over itself on the right side of the girl, and
then fastened tightly together...Bingo! Super easy and if we had to
release her quickly for some reason, just a pull of the belt and it
would come free.


The leg spreader was even easier! We had to have one of those, because
that 10 year old had the prettiest holes we'd ever seen...And we were
going to fuck the daylights out of that kid! So, we used a leg
spreader! I bet you thought we were going to make one, huh? Nah, we
bought it used on EBay for eight bucks. It had little velvet ankle
cuffs and everything and was adjustable all the way out to 5 feet,
which was way more than Charlene needed...But we did it anyway. She
looked like she was doing the splits and I think it hurt her a little
at first.

But her holes were ready and waiting, I assure you!

She was bent over with her head in the water, her legs spread so wide
her pelvis was ready to snap like a wishbone, and her toes couldn't
even reach the floor! That was the funny part. She was balanced pretty
good to, so she could put her weight back, just enough to pull her head
out of the water, but that belt really dug into her already very tender
ribs...Or, she could lean forward, dunking her upper body in that cold,
cold water and take some of the pressure off her body. Of course if she
leaned too far she'd never get her head back out!

And there wasn't any lifeguard on duty, either. Unless Charlene was
getting fucked, of course. I couldn't wait for my turn to come around!

The party started on time, 8:27 sharp, as soon as we'd finished all the
preparations. And it was a lot of fun. We drank and talked and danced
and sang and ate and fought and made up and kissed and laughed...You
know, everything a bunch of college girls do on a Thursday night. We
broke our little Mexican Piñata, played with the donkey game, had some
jell-O wrestling...I fought an eight year old named Lisa that I'd
picked up in an arcade at the mall. She was tough, but not as tough as
me! But that's in another part of this chapter...And we did other stuff
too. And through it all, our little Charlene bobbed for apples.

She'd been at it for maybe 3 or 4 hours before I got a chance. It was
after midnight, I know that. The girl was wide awake and struggling,
still feisty, and that was good. I've had dead fucks before, and
they're good for romance, but not some good hard in out action. And I
was ready to pound some pussy by that time!

We'd given up on using that silly brush thing to lube the dick. And,
truth be known, Charlene really didn't need lube anyway. Her cunt was
raw and red and a mass of bloody tissue, really. She'd already taken
quite a bad beating down there, and not just from the dildo, I thought.
There were teeth marks, definitely, and I know I saw Susan fisting her
little niece at least once. Susan has some big rings too, gaudy almost,
not to my taste at all.


Charlene's once tight pink new anus was little better. It positively
gaped and when I peered down into it, holding her squirming ass with
both hands to keep her still, I thought I could see all the way into
her tummy. But of course I couldn't. But I could shove two fingers in
there easy without touching bottom. I know, because I tried it.

Anyhow, she was underwater when I walked up, her whole body shaking and
her feet trying to kick a little. It was obvious she needed to come up
for air, but I was getting that strapon in place, so it took an extra
minute or so. I yanked her up by her hair, watching as she spit and
sputtered and choked out about a gallon of water. But no apple. She
hadn't managed to get a single one all night! I got her balanced though
and walked over to the pot of oil, which had been used for a variety of
purposes. It was awfully hot and I was very careful when I moved over
it, feeling the heat rising against my skin. I dipped just the first
few inches of dick into the stuff, figuring that was enough...Since I
didn't want to burn myself. That would have hurt!

I walked back over to Charlene, watching the greasy golden steaming
fluid running down the shaft, and took my place behind her, stepping
over the spreader and lining up the head of that big black monster with
her slutty fuck hole.

"Okay, Charlene." I told the girl. "Get me an apple, baby!" And I
shoved that cock into her pussy as hard as I could, pushing her head
underwater as she began screaming so that there was just some weird
echoing sound and a lot of bubbles. That oil must have been scalding on
her ten year old cervix, because I felt it when the big blunt head of
that prick found it. I gripped the short little bit of chain between
her wrists with my left hand, and smacked the hell out of her ass with
my right hand, whooping and hollering like a real cowgirl as I rode
that little cunt.

I was pounding in and out, pulling back until the head just started to
show, and then slamming it deep again. "Gimme an apple, Charlene!" I
yelled and then I just laughed because her head was way deep in the
water and all those apples were floating around above her.

A couple of my sisters came over to watch and cheer me on and Sophie,
my roommate, moved right behind me, grabbing my large breasts as the
jumped around with my efforts. She's always loved my tits and she
squeezed and pinched and pulled and pushed on them until my nipples
were on fire. It felt so good, fucking the daylights out of Susan's
niece while my girlfriend played with my tits, I was almost creaming on
the spot!

Charlene's struggles were dying though, so I paused, with that cock
buried to the hilt in her baby womb, and yanked her up for some air.
Sophie took advantage and started kissing me then. Sweet beautiful
Sophie, the university homecoming queen, sucking my tongue and
squeezing my tits. If only that picture had made the media guide! We
kissed hard and deep and just long enough for Charlene to start begging
again.

She'd been doing that all night, when she got enough air in her. Asking
to go home, to see mommy, to be let go. She even asked us why we were
doing it! If we hated her or something...She just didn't understand and
none of us bothered to explain it to the child. We didn't care about
her one way or the other. She was just there. What was happening was
because we wanted to experience it, not because we wanted her to
experience it. A subtle point perhaps, and one that a ten year old
could never grasp. But that's the nature of evil, isn't it?

We're selfish!

She might have understood that, but as that thought occurred to me I
was a little busy. Charlene had gotten her air, Sophie had gotten her
kiss, and now I was getting my jollies by fucking Charlene's ass. She
was ripped in there too. A lot of blood and mucous and who knows what
was pumping up around the shaft of my dildo as I fucked her. It must
have been torturous for the little girl, but that's why the water was
there. It kept the screams to a minimum and it kept her awake too.
Passed out girls are sooooo boring!

I probably fucked her for, I don't know, half an hour at least. I
worked up a pretty good sweat and when I was finally finished I gave
Charlene up to the Countess. She wasn't a real countess, we just called
her that because she thought she was a vampire. Did you read chapter
four? That was all about her and her wacky adventures. Anyway, I won't
go into it here except to say that she was licking her lips as she
watched Charlene take it in the ass.

"Hungry?" I laughed at her and the Countess smiled, showing off her
filed teeth.

"Famished." She replied.


I stepped back, pulling the fake cock out of Charlene's violated ass
without much fuss, and gestured. "She's all yours, sister." And I
sincerely hoped everyone had gotten a turn, because I doubted the
little girl would be in any shape to play after the Countess was done
with her.

"Thank you, sister." The Countess nodded and I could hear her talking
to Charlene as I walked away. "Now, my dear...I'm going to eat your
eggs."

The last of Charlene I saw was with her head back in the water,
thrashing wildly, while the Countess was tearing into the girl's vagina
with her razor teeth. She probably would get down there, far enough to
reach the child's immature eggs, still cradled in Charlene's
undeveloped womb. I wondered how they'd taste.

end
rache696@yahoo.com


Final Note: In my stories, everything between the title and the word
"end" is part of the story. Some people forget that. I do not condone
any of the events I've described and suggest that you do not as well.
So why did I write this? Because I have some stories in a place called
"Putrid Stories" in Kirsten's Archive. I like those stories. I don't
think they are putrid. I'll admit to taking some small offence to the
implied quality of my effort. They were not well written, perhaps, but
I was young then, and still in high school, at least for some of them.
They had meaning, those stories, at least for me, that went beyond the
painfully obvious. No pun intended. So...This story, like some others
I've done along similar themes (A Boy Named Lunch) is intended to be an
example of Rachael being Putrid. Disgusting and without any redeeming
quality. Take this at face value, both story and explanation, and
understand that I wouldn't mind eating the eggs from another woman's
womb...or even my own. That is what I'm doing when I write stories like
this...A little suicide that only kills something good. That's the real
story, and one I'll post elsewhere. I'm sick? Tell me something I don't
know. Tell me something I haven't told you. Or get the fuck out of my
way. Best always  rr

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