Perverts 'R' Us
Kaitlyn's Revenge
By Anonymous ( MMMMf/f, rape, ws, scat )
As the gym teacher's jizz cooled on her face and lips, Kaitlyn began to tell him of a problem she was having with a classmate. Haltingly at first, she told how Ashlee called her Dogface, sent drawings around the room of her with puppy ears and a puppy nose, twisted everything she said and made her the butt of every joke. The abuse was becoming more than she could bear. As the coach consoled his little whore, drawing a finger through her cum covered face and thrusting it between her lips, he grew more and more upset.
He knew the bitch in question, and knew her stuck-up parents. Ashlee's father was an ER doctor and her mother taught English at the local high-school. They were paragons of the community, insufferable busy-bodies, sure to be on every useless committee and at every charity event. They looked down their noses at schmoes like him as surely as Ashlee looked down on his little Kaitlyn. The father was always complaining about the poor who came to his hospital, how they "clogged up" his ER with their filth, "sucking at the public teat and taking up space." They didn't take care of themselves, they lived miserable lives, and then expected him to undo the damage. He taught his daughter that there are winners and losers in the world, and that the losers should either stay out of the way or make themselves useful. Kaitlyn was a loser to Ashlee, with her Jesus-freak mother and drunken mechanic father.
Coach told Kaitlyn that he would do something about the little twat. He began formulating plans in his mind, and called some of his fellow little-girl lovers for their advice. There were three men he knew rough enough to sort the little bitch, his good friends Roger, Chuck and Tom. The best they could come up with at first was to snatch her off the street and rape her within an inch of her life. Upon hearing this plan, Roger's wife Judy laughed. You don't have to go all that trouble she said-- Ashlee is in my Brownie troop, and she'll be going door-to-door selling cookies tomorrow. Chuck lives down the street from her-- let the fucking little slut come to you!
As Kaitlyn walked home from school the following day, Ashlee skipped behind her, taunting her in a sing-song voice: "Dogface, Dogface, going home to pram-face, she's ugly, she's stupid, who wants her?"
Kaitlyn hurried along, stung by the hurtful words. She'd talked to her gym teacher today, and she knew Ashlee would be sorry soon. Best of all, she'd be there to see it in person. "Just you wait, bitch", she hissed under her breath.
Two hours later, after dinner with her family, Ashlee walked confidently up the Johnson's driveway. There was a prize for top-salesgirl, and she just knew she was going to win. She especially liked Mr. Johnson, and expected to do quite well here. He was always patting her bum as she walked by, engaging her in conversation and kneading her pre-teen ass. Sometimes he would lift her up by her pretty little bum, his hand under her skirt, and once his finger had slipped under the crotch of her white cotton panties and tickled her poo-hole. He'd even let her taste it, her own poo-hole! - sliding his finger in and out of her mouth while she sucked on it happily. What a funny little man!
She liked the taste of her ass juices very much, and would mimic his act herself every chance she got, pulling her knees to her chest, fingering her clinging little hole, then sucking it clean to begin again. Once the school janitor had caught her in the broom closet, hunched over, butt thrust out, head tossed to the side, plunging her little index finger in and out of her anus. He smiled, grabbed his crotch, looked to the heavens and retreated-- men are sooo silly. She thought Mr. Johnson might play with her bottom today, and the idea made her little head spin. He wouldn't run away like that stupid janitor had.
Ashlee rang the bell and Mr. Johnson answered. "Well hello, Asslee!" he said, gazing appreciatively at her darling little uniform and knobby little knees.
"You always call me that, Mr. Johnson- why?" she asked, placing her Hello Kitty! pencil to her pursed lips.
"Because you have such a sexy ass", he said, lifting up her skirt with his left hand, admiring the way her puffy little mons pooched through her panties, the lips clearly visible through the clingy cotton fabric. He reached down with his right hand and kneaded it roughly, looking straight in her eyes as her head rocked back and her lips parted in surprise. He loved the feel of her baby-fat girl-cunt, soft and fleshy and pliable. He felt her juices begin to flow. A passing motorist honked and cheered as the child squirmed on his hand, moaning unconsciously. "Mr. Johnson, you're making my kitty goosh! I'm supposed to be selling my cookies!"
"You are? We'll take four whole boxes", he said, his left hand now massaging her ass. He couldn't wait to break the bitch and it was time to move her inside. He pictured the little slut with her lips wrapped around his prick-head, the image causing his balls to churn. "There's four of us inside and we'll each take a box. Come in and we'll negotiate."
Once inside she saw her gym coach and a friend of her parents seated on the couch- Roger Thorne, a doctor like her father. Mr. Thorne held a bouncing little girl on his lap. Could it be, was it- Dogface? What could they want with her? She wrinkled her nose in disgust as Kaitlyn stuck out her tongue at her. Another man walked in from the kitchen, a large strong man, imposing somehow, something in the way his cold hard eyes appraised her, seemingly judging her merits and demerits. Mr. Johnson introduced him as Tom Simmons, a local police officer.
"What's this?" Simmons asked gruffly.
"A little girl selling her cookies. I told her we'd take four boxes."
"Hah! You old softie- let's make her earn it at least. You like to play games, don't you girl?"
"I don't play stupid little Dogface games", she spat, sticking out her tongue at Kaitlyn.
"You want to play a big girl game, don't you then. Think your old enough?"
"Of course I am", she said emphatically.
"Very well then, we'll play 'Brownie Scout Bukkake' and then you can take our orders."
Ashlee had certainly never heard of this game before, but she'd show them she could play with adults better than stupid Dogface could. "Okay", she said defiantly, "how do we play?"
"Well", said Mr. Johnson, guiding his quarry to the center of the room, "it starts like 'fashion model'. Do you think you're pretty enough to be a model?"
"Of course I am!" Everyone called her Princess after all.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that", Simmons snorted.
"Now when we play," Mr. Johnson continued, "we have to talk to you like a real model, so don't be surprised."
"I don't think the little girl can handle it", Simmons said, shaking his head derisively.
"I am not a little child", Ashlee shot back. "I'm almost seven."
"Okay then, lets begin", said Mr. Johnson, stepping back to enjoy the show. "Pose, bitch."
Ashlee twirled around, extending her arm this way and that, striking childish approximations of model poses.
"Bitch'll have to do better than that", Roger Thorne said sharply, his first words since Ashlee arrived.
"Lift up your skirt and show us your panties, bitch", Mr. Johnson said helpfully.
"That's it you little cunt, good. Shit, her panties are still wet from when I rubbed her little box! Fuckin' slut!"
Suddenly the men advanced upon her. Kind Mr. Johnson circled behind her and clasped his hand to her mouth. She struggled, turning and twisting her lithe four foot frame, flailing her arms and legs uselessly. Simmons landed a left hook to her stomach, filling her lungs with a burning pain. "Don't struggle, cunt, don't make a sound."
Wheezing, her arms were yanked brutally above her head. She heard Dr. Thorne, her father's friend, tell her 'I've been waiting so long for this, little girl' as he pulled her uniform over her head. Another blow struck her now exposed stomach as she was lowered to the ground.
She rolled back and forth in pain, doubled over, the sound of her attackers' clothes being removed barely registering in her consciousness. Looking up wide-eyed in horror she saw them all, four tremendous cocks, nothing like her baby brother's inoffensive pee-pee. These were weapons, clubs, advancing on her menacingly, large and thick. Dr. Thorne's was the biggest, a full ten inches, the others eight or nine, and she marveled at them as they twitched, lurched and oozed in anticipation.
Her hands were pulled straight out to the side and held to floor, her forearms burning as they were ground into the carpet. Johnson grabbed a handful of her shiny golden hair and slammed her head to the ground. Kaitlyn leaned to her ear, hissing at her, lowly and ominously, "think you're so special, don't you Asslee. You'll learn what you're for now."
Her classmate straddled her face, held her ass cheeks apart and lowered herself upon her. Ashlee saw her stinking rosette advance, then smelled it, then felt the globes of her ass grinding into her cheeks. Again she was struck in the stomach. "Kiss it, slut", Simmons bellowed. Ashlee tentatively extended her tongue, made a spear of it, and dabbed it at the filthy, musky hole. She was used to the taste, salty with sweat, acrid with shit, but the fact that it was someone else's twitching butt-hole and the fact that she was licking it directly filled her with shame. As she circled her tongue around it, however, she felt a deep need for more. Slowly her slobber loosened up the crinkled little hole and her tongue slipped inside, so safe there, confined, Kaitlyn's horny little anus tugging at her sweetly.
As she licked ass her panties were lowered down her legs. Hands grazed her cunt, twirling over her sensitive clit. More hands tugged and pinched at her childish titty-bumps, and rough laughter greeted her twisting, pitiful response.
Dr. Thorne spread her legs to the side, unable to resist any longer her impossibly smooth girl-cunt, and dipped his face to its target, his adult tongue covering her tiny, wondrous mound, lapping from her clit clear to her vulnerable anus. He would pause at irregular moments to suck on her clit and her folds, enjoying her taste. "Virgin pussy - nothing like it!" As her head swirled in shock her cunt began to juice, the only will that mattered, and as her hips began to swivel involuntarily the men began to laugh, calling her a rape-slut, a nasty little whore.
She heard Mr. Johnson whisper in her ear. "This is all you are, a rape-slut, and don't you ever forget it. You are three hot little holes, and we are going to use them whenever we want." As her body responded to mouths and hands, as she thrilled to the taste of her classmates asshole and the feel of her enveloping cheeks, as something unknown began to rise in her, starting from her clit, as she became a swirling mass of sensation, she knew he was right. A rape-slut. A whore. A bucking, squirming slut - only this and nothing more.
What's more, she liked being used. She took comfort in the restraining hands, finding safety and warmth there, As her being centered on her steaming cunt, she found the thrill of surrendering to strength, in taking whatever pleasure others gave and giving whatever pleasure they demanded. Johnson gloried in her transformation, saw it in her body's slackening resistance, and when Kaitlyn said 'Oh, she's sucking my ass nicely now' she was talking to a cock - his cock. Back straight, legs apart, standing proudly over the ravished schoolgirl, he offered himself to the one who'd betrayed her. Hungrily she took him into her mouth, avidly sucking, and Johnson swiveled his hips in slow sensuous circles, being gentle with his slut.
While Mr. Johnson enjoyed Kaitlyn's expert mouth, Dr. Thorne assaulted Ashlee's reddened, puffy cunny, nipping at her clit and lapping up her juices. As his tongue slithered up her hole, Tom asked him quizzically, "how is that cunt, as good as my bitch niece's?"
"Much, much better", he replied. "This is a very special piece of ass." And indeed she was. Ashlee's quim was the epitome of little girl sweetness, and now it belonged to the world, to any cock that wanted to fuck up inside it. God, how he wanted to pound that little pussy, to watch her head loll back as his hips slammed into her pert little ass. But he owned her now, they all did, and there was so much else to do.
He strummed her clit, causing the slut's hips to jerk off the ground, and drank in the scene before him. Johnson stood over their defenseless little toy, feet spread wide, his hands on his hips, the fingers of Kaitlyn's darling left hand trailing through his ass-crack and pressing on his shit-hole. He could hear her mouth plunging up and down Johnson's juicy, succulent cock, hear her mewling with contentment. Simmons bent over Ashlee, his right knee on her outstretched arm, his teeth grazing her engorged left nipple before circling his tongue around it. To her right, Coach had freed her arm and put her hand to better use, closing it around his insistent cock. Now he knelt to her side, palms on the floor behind him, fucking himself into her curled fingers as beads of sweat formed on his forehead.
All the while the little whore's chest rose and fell with her ragged breath, her tongue smacking and slurping on her class-mate's butthole, drool pooling on her chin and sliding to the floor. Her hips traced circles in the air before him as he rubbed on her clit and playfully smacked at her pussy.
Then his eyes fell on her Hello Kitty! pencil, lying forlornly at his side, and his lips curled into a sneering, vicious grin. Picking it up, he placed the eraser end to her pussy and slipped it inside her steaming little hole. He drew it in circles, coating it with her juices, and then slowly explored further, finding the barrier of her hymen. He tensed it there and then rabbit-punched it through, her resulting shriek muffled by Kaitlyn's grinding ass.
Kaitlyn, who understood her pain, was quick to respond. "Hurts like a bitch don't it? Now get back to work, nobody fucking cares."
Smiling to himself at the grade-schooler's callousness, Doc removed the pencil from Ashlee's stinging cunt, a thick stream of blood following it out and running down her ass. He placed the now lubricated tip to the protective ring of her anus, and forced it slightly inside. Her butt hole twitched at the intrusion, causing the pencil to wobble obscenely, drawing laughter from one and all. He fucked it back and forth in her butt, watching in fascination as her asshole gripped at the pencil on the outstroke, then sucked it back inside when only the tip remained.
Satisfied with this little game, he shoved two-thirds of the pencil inside her and left it there, gazing on as her twitching ass nibbled at it hungrily. 'Hello Kitty, meet Ms. Browneye', he thought to himself with an inward laugh, returning to her spicy honey-pot. He wanted to bring the little bitch off now, to teach her pussy how to cum.
As the pain of having her cherry popped and the harshness of her classmate's words began to recede, Ashlee had felt something hard and unyielding inserted in her ass. She stifled a cry, not wanting to anger her attackers, and was gratified when she heard their laughter; she was pleasing them at last.
She adjusted quickly to the thin wooden invader, already accustomed to her fingers up there, and milked it with her ass for every last sensation. All the while she lapped at Kaitlyn's shit hole, loving her heat and her taste, excited that she could make the little girl squirm appreciatively and grind her ass so forcefully into her face. She stroked absent-mindedly at her coach's massive cock - there seemed no end to it! - fascinated at the way the soft skin skimmed over the hardened shaft, thrilling to its power, becoming almost hypnotized by her rhythmic activity.
Then, as she felt Doc's tongue in her cunny, an unknown pleasure began to devour her. Kaitlyn came first, finally overwhelmed by her captive's loving tongue. She pulled off Johnson's thick fucker, held it to her cheek, and cried out her orgasm. Feeling Kaitlyn's butt hole quiver around her tongue and her own pleasure coursing through her body, Ashlee followed suit. She bucked, twitched and writhed as her joy exploded. The men looked on in awe as she powered through her orgasm; they'd never seen a child cum so hard before. Finally she went limp, chest heaving as Ashlee climbed off of her.
"Alright, bitch", said Mr. Johnson, looming authoritatively over her. 'Now you know what life's about. Be happy you learned so young. You've had your fun," he growled, "now we'll have ours."
The next voice she heard came from her gym teacher. He had returned to the couch as she thrashed about, and now he beckoned her near, asking in a mocking tone if she liked licking ass. "It doesn't matter if you do", he continued, "come lick mine."
The men made her crawl to him, smacking her ass as she went. He had his feet on the couch, his ass hanging over the side. As she bent to his hole, kindly Mr. Johnson forced her face deep into his crack, before shafting her from behind. The rest was a blur to the humiliated little girl. Cocks rutted in her ass, in her pussy, and in her mouth; and when they came, they came on her face, over and over, shot after shot. She was stunned by the taste at first, by the bleachy smell, but she grew to love every aspect of cum, to the point, indeed, of becoming disappointed when the men passed up her open mouth and unloaded on her nose or in her eyes instead.
She was made to eat out Kaitlyn, who gleefully serviced every cock that was denied Ashlee. Once, they had her lower her ass down on Simmons' stiffened rod, before Dr. Thorne eased into her pussy and Mr. Johnson thrust himself down her throat, causing her to gag and drool and very nearly vomit. She found that she loved the fullness of that moment, and realized it was something she would actively seek out the rest of her days.
As the men discussed her body as though it were a thing unconnected to a thinking, feeling mind, she felt a presence in the room, greater than herself, greater than anyone, possessing them all.
At last it was over. Cum dripped from her face, drool covered her chest, perspiration ran down her sides. She was a cummy, smelly, nasty whore. "Let's wash you up", Johnson said, "you're filthy."
He carried her around a corner, down a hallway, and into a bathroom, cradling her in his arms. She clutched herself to him gratefully before he lowered her into the bath. And then... nothing. She sat and waited for the tap to be turned, but the four men simply stood around her, clutching their flaccid penises, eyeing her expectantly. Finally Mr. Johnson stepped into the tub, standing over her with his penis in his hand. He tensed slightly, caught his breath in concentration, and then let free a stinking jet of urine. All the other men followed suit, commanding her to open her mouth, which she did without question or thought. It was not as bad as she had feared, and she gulped the burning liquid down as quickly as she could.
She was not prepared, however, for what happened next. Mr. Johnson twisted her around, pushed her head beyond the lip of the tub, and nodded for Kaitlyn to step forward. Ashley's five-year-old nemesis squatted over her face and grunted. Ashley saw the little girl's anus expand, saw a turd appear, and then opened her mouth as Mr. Johnson pinched her nose. The log continued to grow, curling over on her tongue, the end of it finally breaking off and dropping to her chest. Her mouth was forced closed on the stinking disgusting offal, and she was made to chew and swallow, her mind rebelling against the sickening taste, nose scrunched up in disgust, as the remaining shit was rubbed into her chest.
After Ashlee had licked Kaitlyn's ass clean, Mr. Simmons spoke up. "Thank Mistress Kaitlyn, Asslee. She set this whole event up for you."
By the tone of his voice, Ashlee knew she had no choice but comply. "Thank you Mistress Kaitlyn," she squeaked in her little girlish voice.
"What are you thanking her for, Asslee", Simmons demanded.
"Thank you for having me fucked and shitting in my mouth, Mistress Kaitlyn."
"Very good", Mr. Johnson said, friendly again. "You do learn fast, Asslee! The others were concerned about you, thought they might have to hurt you more, but I knew you'd come through."
Ashlee basked in his approval. It had been difficult, but it was over now, and she had to admit that there were parts she had liked, many parts, the cocks thrusting in and out of her, filling her up, bringing her every nerve ending to life. And if she was just a 'fuck-toy' as they said, who cared. It was still her ass, her pussy that they craved, and her own pleasure was undeniable as well. She had found what she was made for, and she was ultimately happy.
Mr. Johnson started the bath before leaving the room, and placed a toothbrush on the sink for her on his way out. Only Kaitlyn stayed behind with her. "Are you okay, Ashlee?" she began. "You shouldn't have been so cruel to me, but we had fun anyways. I know I did at least. And lucky you, getting all their yummy cum- I was so jealous."
Ashlee said nothing as the girl began to clean her. She was so gentle now, taking such care around her tender parts. She had been quite impressed by Kaitlyn as well, watching her perform, the way she sucked every cock with such confidence and gusto. To her surprise she found that she now looked up to Kaitlyn, who suddenly seemed so self-assured and powerful. Kaitlyn was someone she wanted to know, and she hoped to be able to eat out her asshole again.
After the bath, the men signed their orders for the cookies-- $2.50 a box, $10 in total, $3.33 a hole, split four ways. They didn't mind the expense. It would be free from now on.
Ashlee and Kaitlyn left hand in hand. As they chatted amiably about this and that, Ashlee thought briefly about her troop leader, Mrs. Thorne, and how unhappy she would be with her sub-par sales.