My sweet young girls look just like me; my own little minions to use and abuse as I like. It’s not in my tastes but my boyfriend makes me use and molest my little daisies until his perverted mind is completely satisfied. He can bust five or six nuts in a night, coating both of my girls and myself as well. That doesn’t bother me in the slightest, no.
I may cry, and beg for him to stop, but you and I both know he’ll stop forcing himself on me and my little angels when he’s damn well ready to. We aren’t going to keep him from ravaging young bodies and taking his pleasure from where ever he pleases. We’re too weak, too small. And so he’ll brutally use all of our fuck holes, making me help with my minions.
My sweet daughters were terrified. The men holding them down were all over six feet, and strong enough to rip us limb from limb if they wanted to. I was quaking and shaking with both excitement and fear. Those darling young girls were stripped naked, and at the mercy of the men I had sold them to for the night. I needed rent money, and there’s quite a bit of excitement for me in it, too.
There’s a secret thrill in it to be able to hold those bitches legs open while massive cocks snake their way up to knock at those virgin cunts. I tell the men they’re virgins every time. They cry like innocent lambs. And yet, I know damn well I’ve been selling them like this for years. Brats are expensive, and these little sluts have to earn their keep somehow, right?
When Master wants something, he isn’t to be told no. To do so would only mean a horrible punishment; so when he demanded I bring my girls to him, I had no choice but to pack them up and drive the long road to see him. Upon arrival, he made us all kneel, and made the youngest of my girls kiss his cock. To see her innocent, angelic face twisted in the fear of what was about to happen to her really drove me wild.
He caressed my darlin’s little, rosy cheek and then grabbed a hand full of her long, luscious hair. He drove his cock so deep down her throat I know damn well she’ll never forget the taste. He told her if she bit him, she’d lose her teeth. baby girl didn’t want that. After all, she has such a pretty smile, and such a bright future ahead of her as Master’s new little fuck puppet.
My sweetheart wasn’t ready for that massive meat down her throat. Tears welled in her eyes, and she started to shake as she was roughly throat fucked by a massive cock. He wanted her, he could fucking have her. My other girl and I waited quietly, ready to play.
Lolita life isn’t something strange to me! I was snatched as such a young thing, it’s hard to imagine a life without being an object. I was Master’s favorite little loli. He loved my small, perky tits and my light, slim form. My hair was grown out on my head, but every inch of me was waxed twice a week. A perfectly bald pussy greeted Master every time he wanted to play with me. I was thrilled to be his little Lolita doll.
Master said when I was big enough he was going to turn me into a Mommy too, and then I could make bratty Lolita sluts of my own. The very thought used to terrify me but I remember the first night he bred me. My poor cunt nearly ripped open as he shoved that massive cock inside. I was helpless against his strength.
Now, I take what attentions I can get. I’m still young and subby, and not even near used up. My little fucking pleasure holes are still tight, and they’ll please Master and his friends to no end. He’s ordered me out for a month to see if he’s bred me alright, but I’m horny. Can I come over tonight?
It was cute, the way I was whimpering. Or so they told me. Another hardened and studded strap of leather kissed me across my face. I screamed, to no avail. This one was brutal, and I was going to take this beating. I’d made a grave mistake, after all. I deserved every single shred of pain I was being dished out. I deserved to be treated like a filthy fuck doll. I was just a submissive slut, some little play thing for their amusement.
All of my humanity had been stripped away. I’d been snatched up as a young teen, and sold to a man with a mean streak a mile wide and a cock the size of a coffee bean. Every day he set me with the impossible task of making his cock grow. It couldn’t; he was a shrimp dick little bastard. But, if I wanted to eat, I had to try to please him.
So I would spend countless hours trying to make his shriveled old prick work. Every time I failed, he would beat me well within an inch of my life. I didn’t think I’d survive that, but I did. Now, to be swept back into the underbelly of sex trafficking, my stomach is sick. There’s no hope for me now.
There was a freezing fucking breeze brushing against my pussy. I laid, trembling on a rough flagstone floor in the pitch black. I was bound. I don’t know how I came to be here, but I knew they’d come for me again soon. Really, I just awoke here one day, and have been being used as a sex slave ever since. The ropes are rough as they dig into my wrists and ankles; I’m trying to squirm loose, but I’m weak – mere skin and bone. They’d had full control of everything for what must have been weeks.
MY pussy was raw. In fact, I was positive at some point my perineum had been shredded to bits and I was just all one big fuck hole. They didn’t seem to mind a gaping chasm, or that’s what it felt like every time they were done performing their rape fantasies on me. I trembled, freezing and afraid as I heard several sets of boots come to haul me from the cell. They ripped me from the ground, bent me over, and immediately I was fed a fat, hot cock. Grateful for the warmth and the promise of water, I opened wide.
I drank it up, no complaint in sight. They’ll abuse me today, and abandon me back in my cell tonight.
He held my young daughter down and stared deep into my eyes. “Open her legs.” He ordered. His accomplice held a gun to my oldest girl’s head. She trembled on his lap, hands clumsily stroking his throbbing cock as she cried. “Momma help me.” My littlest angel whined, but all I could do was pry her thighs apart while she sobbed. Hurt one to save another, what sort of a Mother am I?
To make it worse, my own cunt was slick and dripping from all the excitement. “Lick her.” He commanded. I obediently knelt down and lapped ar her tight, innocent cunt. Her teary cries turned to breathy moans as Mommy licked her little clit. “Make her cum!” He shouted. I didn’t know if she could, she was so scared. But I tried to save her sister’s life, getting her warmed up to be the little rape fantasy fuck toy of these brutal men.
I knew they were going to stretch her virgin pussy wider than it could, and that was going to hurt my sweet innocent angel. She started to quiver as I brought her closer and closer to squirting all over Mommy’s perverted face. I cried into her cunt as I licked her clit to climax. Nothing could save us now.
I sold my slutty, young daughter to a tall man in a dark coat, and with a huge cock. He said from the first time he saw her young mouth, he knew he needed to bury himself balls deep down her tiny little throat. I tried to resist, but he forced us both in the back of the car. His men started to strip us both as he politely asked how much to make the check out for.
I was begging for them to let us go, but the more I struggled the wetter my cunt got. I could see my sweet angel was getting horny too, but then again those thugs were giving her a little mustache ride. She was screaming for me to please help her, but the number that thick cock fucker was offering just kept getting bigger and bigger, and so was his cock.
By the time they forced my daughter’s head over that drooling dick, he’d forced a check into my hand that assured my other littles and I would never have to want again. They acted out some violent and bruising rape fantasies on me before shoving me out of the car, naked and dripping cum. I landed in a back alley, and they drove off with my sweet princess choking on his man meat.
I had two needles in each nipple; masochistic cross hairs marking my doom. I was swollen all over. He’d been torturing my tits for hours, rotating between sliding needles in and out of my tender, sweet flesh, yanking on these piranha nipple clamps he’d drilled into me, or flogging my tits with supple leather an harsh metal beads. There was no forgiveness in this session.
I had been ignorant enough to utter a “Yes Sir” instead of a “Yes Master” and it had cost me this; the greatest pain torture session I’d ever endured. Yet. I say yet because Master always has something devious and awful hidden up his sleeve. Would you like to know what else he did to completely annihilate my will to do anything but serve him and his sadistic cock?
He made me fuck a toilet brush for starters! That nasty, painful thing right up my sensitive little fuck hole. I screamed and begged for him to stop, but that only earned me more punishment. Blood was pouring from every incision point, and he even forced a needle through my tiny, sweet clit. This was more than I could handle, and yet he forced me. More and more. I obliged, a good pain whore.
Even from the back closet, I knew the rest of the laundromat could hear me and Kelly screaming for help. No one bothered to save us from the three huge, hungry cock monsters though. No knight in shining armor came to our rescue as our most violent rape fantasy nightmares came to life. This was violent molestation, a forced lesbian encounter with plenty of thick cock and loud mouth encouragement. These men were filming me and little Kelly in the tiny linen closet getting stuffed over and over with loads of cum.
Kelly had her mouth full of this hung like a horse cock, his hands wrapped around her little head as he began to face fuck her without warning. Kelly was gagging around his monster cock, but there was nothing she could do against the strong men holding her in place. I was getting fucking railed too, and they were demolishing my tight little cunt.
People watched as the door flew open and they dragged us out into the main room. They forced Kelly to clean my cunt of all the cum that had been stuffed up inside! She was moaning into my pussy, I could feel it, as she got pounded like a hot little whore! Kelly is such a sweetie, and I’m trying for a new life so we couldn’t understand who was doing this to us!
I didn’t want to admit it but I was starting to love this as we both got thrown up on the washers and fucked until we couldn’t even breathe anymore. I was coated in cum an sweat and spit, and I know Kelly wasn’t fairing any better. I knew we were going to get bred like the little snow bunny sluts we were, and it made me so hot to know I was squirting for a show.
