This is a work of fiction! Be warned that it does contain graphic depictions of forced sex and degradationof adults and children. If this is not something you are comfortable reading, please stop now. I in no way advocate rape or any other forced, non-consensual sex act, or the physical abuse of women and children. This was written as a work of fiction and should be read as the fantasy that  it is. NC, INC, PED

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RIGHT WHERE I WANTED HER  (1)

“I-I can’t…n-n-no…”

She was whimpering, almost near tears. I felt my cock throb just  knowing how this was affecting her.

“You CAN, and you WILL!” I said, as I brought my hand down slapping hard at her tits, “If not you won’t begin to imagine the things that I’ll do.”

Reluctantly, she began to work the nipple of the baby bottle into her cunt. Tears streamed down her face. Absolutely gorgeous! There’s something about a girl crying that turns me on. I think it’s her eyes.  Have you ever noticed that?  When you make them cry, that their eyes get more vibrant? Brighter somehow. Maybe it’s the contrast of the dark smears of black eyeliner and the pinkish blood shot that really brings out the blue. Maybe it’s just me. 

The baby bottle top was now positioned just like I had told her. The nipple tip was peeking out between her nearly hairless pussy lips. It almost looked like a little rubber dick.

“Now do it!”

She rose from the floor and walked, a bit uncomfortably, to the edge of the bed.

“Say it! Just like I told you.” I grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked tightly to make my point.

“T-t-ime to eat b-baby….time to…{sniffle}…t-time to eat…” She started to cry again so still holding tightly to the clump of hair, I slapped her soft round ass almost causing her to lose her balance. “T-time to eat your m-m-mommy.”

Let me take a second and explain what had led to this. Wendy, the “cry baby”, was a girl from the neighbor hood. She was in her early twenties, but looked like she was still in high school. She had no where to go and no one who cared about her. No one except me, and her daughter. Wendy was the kind of girl you went to school with who all the girls hated because all the boys could get whatever they wanted from her. She was easy. Apparently a lack of love at home caused her to “act out” in an effort to get both attention and affection, or a reasonable substitute. At least that was what the school guidance counselor had said. Before graduation she was pregnant and with so many possibilities, no one was really sure who the father was. Her parents had kicked her out, and now she was trying to make it on her own. She came to me looking for work. I manage a little music store at a local strip mall. She walked in for her interview trying to look professional I guess. She wore a rather plain white button down blouse and a dark gray skirt, with charcoal stockings and black shoes. Her blond hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and her make-up was surprisingly tasteful. You should see some of the teenage whores that come parading through here all slutted up. After what I found out later I guess she was probably working hard to put her past behind her. How could I refuse? 

It didn’t take long before I noticed the money. About once a week the till would seem a bit off but it was hard to figure out why. Something wasn’t right. Then I caught it. Whenever Wendy closed there seemed to be a large number of gift certificates and return slips. The bitch was running a scam! She’d ring a fake sale using the store copy of a customer’s gift certificate, then ring  out a refund on the same transaction  for cash! I pulled her into the back office and confronted her the next day. That was the first time I saw how beautiful she was when she cried. 

She gave me her sob story about being a young single mom trying to make it on her own. How everyone had turned their backs on her and she had no one to turn to . And how she would do anything, she repeated that, anything if I’d give her another chance and not call the cops. I wonder if she knew then what she knows now, would she still have said that? This was the second time I said to myself…

“How could I refuse?”

Things progressed rather quickly. One day I was getting her to blow me, her kneeling under the counter, as I rang up a long line of customers. The next I was letting her move in with me. Her and Samantha, her four year old daughter. That’s when things started to get interesting. 

Sammy was a bright kid the spitting image of her mom. Blonde and the same bright blue eyes. She had a very close bond with Wendy. She followed “Mommy” around the place and would repeat things and try and emulate Wendy in every way. And they would always take baths together too. I’m not a woman, obviously, so maybe it’s natural. I don’t know. It was when I was walking past the bathroom on one of those occasions that I started to work up a plan in my head. 

“mommy?”

“Yes sweetie?”

“When can I have thingies like you?”

“What!?” Wendy replied, a sly smile on her face.

“milky thingies…like you.” As Sammy said this she reached out and poked at her mothers tits.

“Not ‘til you’re older sweetie…and they’re boobies, not thingies”

“boobies! milky boobies!” Sammy began giggling and poking more playfully at her mother’s chest. Soon they were both laughing, and then I almost shot my load. I saw something so sweet, so innocent, that I started to twist in my head so badly. Wendy kissed her impish little girl on the forehead and then held her close to her chest…and Samantha began to suck on her mother’s nipple. I’m sure, at the time, it was completely innocent, a tender moment between a mother and child, but the gears in my head turned with each throb of my hard cock. 

The next morning I told Wendy what I saw and told her what I expected. I made her well aware of her past and how if I went to child protective services it would certainly be held against her. She was between my cock and hard place. She had no choice but to comply or she’d lose her little girl. I had her right where I wanted her!

So now, here she is laid out on the bed a rubber nipple sticking out of her cunt about to let her own little girl try and suck something out of it. Tears rolling down her cheeks. Man, this was going to be hot!