Amiga ISO Collection/AmigaDemoCD2.iso/ASCII/TEXTE/SEX/ADULTSHARE/C/CUTE09.TXT

Text File | 1991-06-14 | 17.6 KB | 326 lines

cute09.txt
                         Part 9

As Ian hung suspended from the stair banister, his mouth full of a
pair of little-girl panties that were sodden with his own sperm, his
aunt Tina spoke.

"I hope you don't mind kids, but as well as Juliette, I've a few other
people coming to our little party! I haven't seen my daughter,
Michaela for a few days, so my friend who's been looking after her
should arrive soon! Hmm. I do hope that Bobbi hasn't hurt her! You'll
love Bobbi Ian, maybe you too Sophie. She looks like an eighteen year
old Brigit Bardot, all pout and innocence, but she's a vicious slut
when she wants to be!

Then I've asked Nikki to come, because she loves me! Do you know her
Sophie? She's only thirteen, but she's very sexy. Doesn't like men
though, does she Ian?" Ian's memory flooded with the agony he had felt
when Nikki and Tina had burnt his cock with hot coffee, and hoped that
it wasn't an experience he'd have to repeat...

"I don't like men very much either, but I have told a few gay guys I
know that theres some nice juvenile ass here for them, should they
want it! Ian seems to be developing a taste for man after all, and I'm
sure they'll be pleased to help him broaden his new found interest!
And you never know Sophie, if I feel like it I might let them give
Juliette and yourself a little ass-fucking, especially if it makes Ian
jealous!"

"Oooh. Yes please!" said Sophie, much to Ian's evident distress. "I've
never done that before, and I bet it's really uncomfortable. Ian could
lick my bottom clean after they'd cum into it!"

"Sure he would" laughed Tina. "You're a spunky kid Sophie. I like you!
Anyway, all in all, I think this could turn out to be quite a night,
so to get me in the right mood, will you tell me some more of your
story?

     Sophie grinned and returned to her tale.

     "Taking a final pleasing look at little Anna and Jacqui's cum-
     covered and tear-stained contorted little faces, the driver left
     them, walking to the centre of the bus.

     "So Ladies" he asked. "Who's going to be first?". They were all
     so desperate for a piss, that all raised their hands immediately.

     He scanned his eyes around the room. As he'd requested, they were
     dressed up in various costumes. The dress he'd provided was
     deliberately provocotive, showing lots of bare-flesh on both
     mothers and daughters, so he rapidly felt his stiffness
     returning.

     He pointed at a striking red-haired woman near the back of the
     bus, ushering her forward. As she walked, holding the hand of her
     eleven year old daughter, he confirmed the 'rules'.

     "You're all dressed up for me - that's a good start, and just as
     well. When I call you forward, you're to wait while I set up a
     'stage' for you. I may then want to apply a few props! Now I'm so
     pleased with the way you all look, that I've decided to video
     your little shows, as well as photograph them, so be ready to put
     on your very best performance!

     By the way, should you decide not to act properly, I won't mess
     about!" Raising his arm he waved a short-barelled shot-gun,
     raising a murmer of distress from his audiance.

     He looked around as he spoke, his gaze settling on a little girl
     stood by one of the aisle seats. Unlike the others, she remained
     in her uniform gym-slip, its hem long by comparison, reaching
     down to just above her knees. The driver loved the sight of a
     little-girl's bare legs, and had chosen costumes accordingly, so
     this infuriated him.

     Running to her he grabbed the kid by one of her pig-tails, and
     her mothers arm, pulling them forward. The mother, dressed in an
     abbreviated police-woman's dress looked surprisingly unconcerned.
     A pair of hand-cuffs hung from the woman's belt, that he snapped
     shut on a wrist, attaching the other cuff to a nearby table.

     Returning to the woman's child, he raised his hand to hit her
     then stopped. Looking in the six year old's pretty round face, he
     could clearly see the dark hue of a black-eye, and a swelling
     around one of her ears. He took hold of the gym-slip's skirt and
     lifted it over her head, then slowly unbuttonned her blouse. What
     he saw surprised even him.

     Her lithe young girlish body was covered with the welts of many
     harsh whippings. Hundreds of scars criss-crossed her body, from
     her upper thighs, over her pussy, her stomach, breasts, sides and
     back. Many had drawn blood from the scabs that covered their
     length. "Shit! Who did this to you kid?" he asked.

     "Mommy and Daddy" she replied dolefully. He looked up at the
     mother who was now smiling. "Fuck her if you want to.." she said.
     "She's not worth much else, silly little bitch." The driver moved
     his fingers to the daughter's swolan pussy, easily slipping in
     two fingers. "I've fingered whores who are tighter than this!" he
     exclaimed. The woman giggled. "Yes... We've been stretching her
     since she was a baby! She's very obediant too. Watch!"

     "Kitten? Push the man's gun into your pussy darling?" The little
     girl pushed herself onto the table, lifting up her feet. Parting
     her knees first, she reached for the barrel of the loaded
     shotgun, pulling it between her knees, then down so that it
     pointed at her sweet pink labia. Spreading these with her
     fingers, she pulled at the barrel hard, squeeling as its front
     sight tore slightly at the entrance to her love-canal. More
     tugging left her crying but still she pulled, and soon six inches
     of the barrel was inside of her, its outline visible as it
     pressed out her lower abdomen.

     The woman raised her fingers to her mouth, parting her puffy lips
     slightly. "Go on.. Fire. I don't mind!" she said, her voice
     turning husky, but this was too much, even for the driver. "You
     really want me to, don't you?" he asked. The mother nodded
     coquettishly. "Fuck me... Well, maybe later - this is too easy
     for my taste. But you might be able to help me..."

     The driver yanked the barrel from the little-girl's pussy,
     pushing her off the table so that she landed in a heap by its
     side. "Stay there!" he ordered, then opened the woman's hand-
     cuffs. "I suppose you're enjoying all this?" he asked. "Ooh, yes.
     But I don't want to get hurt!" she replied. "Ok. I'll let you
     help if you want. First thing you can do is be my narrator as the
     girls do their stuff. You manage that?"

     "Sure!" she said. "My name's Heidi by the way. We make films of
     Kitten all the time and I love talking dirty to her. If she
     wasn't such a little gold-mine I'd have finished her off years
     ago!"

     "OK - well you can see our first two actresses here. This is what
     we're going to do..."

     The driver whispered into Heidi's ear for a few minutes, whilst
     the Mother and daughter from the back walked back and forth,
     hands pressed against the crotch, as they tried to forget their
     desperate need to urinate.

     The costumes they had chosen were those of a sporting scene. The
     beautiful red-haired mother wore a green english Barbour jacket
     that reached to just below her waist, a small bush of red pubic
     hair visible underneath. The eleven year old daughter looked cute
     in a yellow rubberised mac, with matching short yellow rubber
     boots. Her Mac left slightly more to the imagination as it flared
     out, to finish at her upper thighs. As a prop, the mother held a
     short thick fishing rod, a small hook attached to a short length
     of nylon fishing line that hung from its end.

     "Right ladies. Time to start and don't forget the gun!" Heidi
     pinned up a large white sheet across one of the wide windows that
     were placd next to the central tables. She then unfolded a roll
     of fabric onto which had been painted the backdrop of a fast
     flowing Salmon river. The table was like a stage, as it sat
     between the cameras and lights, and the backdrop.

     The table was sufficiently low , and the bus ceiling high for the
     mother to stand upright, as she was ushered up by Heidi. She
     looked at the driver, frightened, as he reached into the carton,
     a drew out a small plastic container.

     "Hold the fishing rod out bitch!" he commanded, as he pulled on a
     rubber glove. "Heidi, hold the girl." The slutty woman took the
     red-head's child, pulling her onto her lap, a hand moving
     straight for the eleven year-old innocent's pussy.

     "We want this to be as realistic as possible, so lets add some
     bait to your rod shall we?" asked the driver. From inside the
     container, and using his gloved hand, he pulled out a long slimy
     earth-worm, pushing one end of it's wiggling form onto the large
     barbed fishing hook. "We'll prepare your little girl's rod in a
     moment. First though, I'm going to blind-fold you both, just
     because it looks better. He showed her two blindfolds, the second
     rod, and four cotton wool ear plugs as he spoke. Quickly, he
     wrapped the black silk material around her head, the pushed the
     cotton into her ears. He faked a slap towards the woman's face,
     but she didn't flinch. Moving his lips to her ear, he asked "You
     don't mind if we rape your little girl do you?". Again there was
     no response, the woman continuing to stand silently. "Good. Those
     seem to have worked!". He heard a chuckle from Heidi and turned
     to her.

     "The kid wants to know when she gets her fishing-rod and
     blindfold" laughed Heidi. The driver turned. "Sorry kid.. You're
     not really going to be a fisherman. You're going to be your
     mommy's fish! Heidi? The kid should be wet - this is where you
     can use the bag.

     As Heidi stood, the driver noticed blood seeping from the eleven
     year-old's hairless little cunt. "What have you done now?" he
     asked his assitant, exasperated. "Oh - nothing really - I just
     love taking a little girls virginity. I had to push three fingers
     in before she tore!" "Well get on with this for the moment, and
     you can do what you like with any of them..."

     Heidi moved to the terrified mother, and held the black plastic
     bag between her thighs. "Piss Slut!" she commanded. When there
     was no response she realised that the woman could't hear her, so
     temporarily pulled one of the cotton-wool ear-plugs out and
     repeated her command. A few seconds passed before the woman said
     "I'm sorry.. I am! I can't - I've been holding on for too long!"
     "Bullshit!" exclaimed Heidi, driving a clenched fist hard into
     the poor woman's kidneys. "See! That helped!" she said, as the
     womans urethra opened and a stream of yellow piss entered the
     bag. It seemed to go on and on, but soon the torrent lessened,
     and leaving the remainder to drip onto the table, Heidi held up
     the bag.

     "Ok - Now get the child onto the table!" Heidi picked up the
     woman's daughter and after pulling off the mac, so as to leave
     her naked, dropped her at the mother's feet. Tilting the bag, she
     begin to pour its contents over the school-girl's pretty face,
     into her hair, then all over her lithe young body. The baby-doll
     tried to twist and turn but it was to no avail, and soon the
     eleven year old looked like a slimy drowned rat.

     "Slut!" the driver addressed the little girl, but she had her
     fingers at her watering eyes, trying to clear then of her mothers
     stinging urine. "Slut! Answer me!" Still the make-believe fish-
     girl failed to respond. Then there was a little voice from under
     the table. "Y-y-yes?" it came quietly. "Kitten you slag. He
     doesn't mean you!" said Heidi. "Sorry" she smiled at the driver.
     "We tend to call her that at home! Though since she answered
     might you want to use her to demonstrate?"

     "Good idea Heidi!" said the driver. "I'll make the woman'd kid
     watch!" He took hold of the piss-covered girl's pig-tails and
     dragged her to the table's edge. "Disobediant cow" he yelled,
     driving his fist hard into her solar-plexus. As she folded in
     agony, almost falling off the table, he continued. "Next time I
     say 'slut' I mean you. Do you understand? And take your fingers
     from your eyes - I like to see them all red and watery!

     Now slut, do you see the hook on the end of your mommy's fishing
     rod? In a minute I'm going to ask you to swallow it!"

     The poor school-girl shook her head in fear, as she looked at the
     cruelly barbed hook, and perhaps worse, the long earth-worm that
     it impaled. "Do you want me to chop your fingers off? That's the
     punsihment for disobediant litte girls! You'll never be able to
     push them into your slutty little pussy again!" The idea of this
     innocent little girl masturbating seemed very unlikely, but the
     prospect of such damage made her shake her head.

     "When your mommy's fishing for you, I want to see you playing
     with the hook... Kitten here is going to show you what I mean."

     Heidi was meanwhile telling her six year old slave-daughter what
     was expected of her, and despite the kid's earlier show of
     obediance, she didn't seem very happy with the demands.
     "Kitten... If you don't do it we'll eat Delia for thanksgiving!"
     "Who the fuck's Delia?" asked the driver. "Another daughter?"
     "No" smiled Heidi. "I'm not quite that bad! It's Kitten's pet, a
     little rabbit. Only thing I can think of that's actually fond of
     her!"

     The threat seemed to have worked, as Kitten knelt on the table
     submissively, head down, and hands loosely clasped behind her
     back. "Ha! You needn't have worried anyway. This is only a
     demonstration!" the driver said to Heidi's girl. He picked up
     another fishing rod from the floor, that instead of a hook and
     worm, carried a little piece of licorice candy, that had been
     dipped in some red food coloring. Placing it in the hands of theo
     the red-haired mother, he yelled into her ears that she should
     practice her part.

     She swung the rod as if casting while Kitten lowered her self
     onto her tummy and started writhing around the table, at the
     woman's feet. Each time the suspended licorice landed on the six-
     year old's naked body, it left a red dot of food-coloring. Kittin
     manoevered herself around until her childish little bare pussy
     was under the licorice, pulling her tiny labia apart, and
     allowing the candy to enter her pussy. Believing that the driver
     had tugged on the line, the blind-folded red-head jerked at the
     rod, pulling the licorice back out with a pop.

     "Now your bottom Kitten!" said Heidi, and watched her daughter
     take the line and move it to her behind. The six year old pulled
     apart the cheeks of her ass, and slipped the licorice into her
     anus. Again, the mother jerked at her rod, but as the hook-less
     line flew up, it was apparent that the licorice had come off. "If
     that happens, we replace the bait" said the driver, tying a new
     piece to the end of the line.

     "Now your mouth slut!". Kitten twisted round, so that the licrice
     was in her face, but instead of taking it into her mouth, she
     licked the candy up and down. Allowing a third of the three inch
     length of candy between her lips she sucked it in, and gently
     blew it out, as if she was giving head! "There's no point in her
     swallowing it" said the driver. "But we want to check that the
     woman's strong enough!" He ushered Kitten back under the table,
     and looped the line around the thick wooden crate that had
     previously contained the costumes. The woman pulled up on the
     rod, but the box wouldn't budge. "Take off her blindfold and ear-
     plugs for a second Heidi, and move her kid where she can't be
     seen?" he asked.

     When the woman was allowed to look, all before her was a harmless
     length of nylon string connected to the large box. "When we
     photograph the two of you fishing, we want the rods really
     carrying a weight, high near the buses roof. Try harder!" The
     woman flexed her muscles and heaved up, and the box swung upwards
     until it was 5' from the table. "Yeah - Make it swing a bit", he
     ordered, watching the box swing around near the ceiling. "Good -
     now we can get your kid to do the same thing then think about
     starting!" Relieved, the woman allowed the box to fall, hitting
     the table with a large thump, then bent down as her blond-fold
     and ear plugs were replaced. She put down the rod, as Heidi fixed
     the silk on tightly, giving the driver a chance to swap back in
     the worm-bated rod.

     When Heidi put the woman's daughter back onto the table the
     driver spoke to her. "Do you really understand what we want you
     to do?" he asked. "Yes..." replied the eleven year old. "I..I
     can't do it. I'll let you spank me, or beat me, or injure my
     pussy, but please not this?" she pleaded. The driver pointed the
     shotgun at her mother's face. "You agree now, or I shoot mommy!".
     Realising the futility of arguing, the small girl lay her piss-
     soaked smelly naked body onto the table, as she had just seen
     Kitten do, and the mother unwittingly started to lower the
     cruelly spiked hook towards her, the worm thrashing away in its
     captured state.