She may have known in a general sense to what was going to happen and came to terms with her new role in life– serving the sexual monsters a full plate of their sick disgusting lusts for young girls, but not what was going to happen to her from behind and at the same time. She cooed again into the empty holes of the mask. When she felt the hands grab her little ass. With that her eyes widened with fear when she realized that the other man in the mask had sneaked behind her on purpose.
She pushed gently back against Ahab with her eye brows in plea for them to stop. He only smiled back from inside the mask. His shaft entered the girl, she grunted and expressed pain in her pretty face biting at her lower lip. She again cooed softly and smiled that empty smile, but then her smile dropped into open mouth holding back a scream as Nixon entered from behind. She never became numb to the pain. Each experience seemed to her more painful than before.
Nixon’s big cock gently entered her body, but that did nothing to ease the girl’s pain of being torn open from the inside. A sick smile sliced within the dark and sweaty interior of the mask. He felt good preparing to defile this little blonde bitch. The thought of it made his dick pulsate and twitch. The action made the girl squirm uncomfortable as she grabbed Ahab and tried to pull away with her arms around his neck. Two adult males had their dicks in a little girl at the threshold of becoming a woman… and somehow the sight was just as beautiful as it was vile and evil.
One man inside her throbbing tight pink. The other in her cycloptic tight little ass. Two men is sheer pleasure. One little girl in agony and terrified to what was her fate in the next few minutes.
Mille was absolutely in disgust by the material but at the same time just as enthralled in curiosity. Sticks just watched without taking his doggy eyes off the screen just on occasion to look at Mille as if questioning her motives but only to turn back and watch the video. Mille laid her hand on the dog’s head and continued her perverse inquiry into this dark underbelly world of her father which he hid.
The men began plunging themselves into her form. Their dicks so big and long it was hard enough to push the heads of their rods into her screaming orifices. She tried to smiled as she whimpered in pain. She attempted to make it look like the unholy scene was enjoyable for all three parties but it was obvious only the men enjoyed the act. The girl couldn’t take the beating any more and she screamed then collapsed on Ahab. The men only laughed and fucked her limp body even harder. For only a few minutes she escaped the pain and humiliation. She awoke with the men hurting her absurdly more. She felt the dicks rage heat into her body from the innards of her virginal walls and the nerves exploding inside her anus and rectum.
Each man tried up the other in a sick game of who could make the girl squeal and scream more. They fucked her harder and harder to the point even where the man behind made a weak attempt to stop the two. Her lengthy tiny form rammed repeatedly between the men. Sandwiching her in a world of depravity and pain. Finally one of the men came.
Nixon exploded in her ass, screaming out in sheer unbridled pleasure. He pulled out her tight little fuck hole that made a satisfying plop noise. Blood and semen dripped on the white carpet. Silent reminders and testaments of the duo’s villainy. The other man swung her body around with his prick still raging in her pussy, pressing her body against a glass window and fucked her so hard that the beating caused cracks to form where the side of her head hit the window.
Her little breast pressed against the window. The man with the camera ran outside revealing a wooded area and quickly found her little body being fucked mercilessly from the inside. Her eyes bled salty water. And her lips bled tiny droplets of crimson. Ahab popped. Ramming her so hard that her body broke the glass. Her small breaks suffered some tiny slices from the glass. She could only cry as the man threw her to the floor.
As she laid there all three men came to her and began jacking off. They ruptured their sacks onto the girl’s body as she laid in a fetal position crying softly. Tears mixed with her crimson and pained by the men’s cum. Her beautiful blonde hair wet with sweat and the sickening mix that clung to her body and floor. Blood gently rolled off of her breasts. It was as beautiful as it was evil Mille thought. God. Beautiful.
The screen rolled back to black again, “End of Episode709- Raging Interruption”.
If what Mille saw before was villainous in the first episode, then this was of the devil’s hands. Oddly Mille did not cry or run off as she did before. She just sat there with her hand on sticks head scratching him gently.
She paused the DVD and walked to the bathroom leaving Sticks behind her. She climbed over the toilet bowl and hurled. Throwing up her lunch. She started to cry but stopped. She flushed the toilet and washed her mouth. She looked up into the eyes of a little girl who had just witnessed some of the most horrifying and disgusting recordings to ever be published in any part of the world. She saw the eyes of a girl changed forever and turned away in disgust at the image. On her way out she looked back catching in the mirror a glimpse of a tight high little girl’s ass… and so it was. The change was complete. The final straw broke, and from the shattered glass rose the reflection of the Devil.
She smiled a smile that was not of Mille. But beautiful in its naughty alien nature. Mille. Girl. Daughter. Angel. Monster.
(Act Two)
Her dad locked the section and she was cut off from her desire to explore this side of the adult world that both terrified her and intrigued her. She then had no choice but to find other mediums to flesh out her curiosity. She would draw. Hiding the pictures in a white binder. Often after finishing a drawing she would destroy the bits of art afraid she was doing something disgusting and wrong. She drew girls and women… something about the female form intrigued her and the only thing she drew or paid any attention to with the male figures in her drawings were the penis’ of grown men and of her dog’s. Her perverse inquiries only intensified as with her skill at drawing greatly increasing.
In two months after first watching the forbidden material of her father Mille became quite the artist. She became interested in comic books and the drawings of the girl’s in them. She mimicked the style of the comic book artist to a “T”. She would hide her dirty drawings, but often would give her mom and her teacher little doodles of the comic book heroines she liked to pan over with her green eyes, or of simple cartoon animals– mostly of Sticks.
Mille was never comfortable with the dreams she would have about Hell. These were the drawings she never left to treasure like the ones she hid. These drawings were violent: brutal as they were evil. She would tear up the pictures and burn them in the backyard. Make no mistake though it interested her and filled her inquisitive nature with glee it was also something she was ashamed of: disgusted by her own dirty little mind producing such a deviant carnal Hell.
Hamilton never noticed the change inside his little girl’s mind. He did however notice her change from the outside. She was fourteen and her body was developing. He noticed that his little girl had the budding flowering form of a seductress. She would walk by wearing those dresses her mother would buy and watch in silent hypnosis her tight high little ass move with the grace of her mother– like a woman, a real woman. At times he imagined himself fucking his daughter with her calling him Daddy while sucked on the head of his penis like a lollipop. He thought of training her to be his little fuck toy. Hamilton wasn’t ashamed of his perverted fantasies of his own flesh and blood. He however kept it to himself never willing to dare the risk of going to prison for shit he could avoid. He had his DVDs and that’s all he needed.
Once he caught Mille naked walking out of the shower. His mind filled with only the lustful desires of a perverted mad man. He watcher her smooth wet body almost dance in front of him without her ever noticing him. He briefly thought about jacking off, then thought of just barging in and fucking the brains out his daughter against the sink… but pulled away and went to other business leaving Mille to dry herself off. He never let go of the sight of his own beautiful minx muse that teased him so unintentionally.
Mille grew found of her teacher. After learning of the doorway that was the internet, Mille would secretly print pictures of naked women. She would sometimes fantasize about kissing Kristine when class over like the girls did in movies and the internet. From time to time Mille would her fingers inside the lining of her panties teasing herself and exciting that feral primal inner animal within her.
She saw in a daydream… laying next to Kristine in a lesbian grapple of forbidden love. A teacher and much younger pupil, and lesbians at that. The denizens of Marshall would have a field day if Mille and Kristine were ever caught together doing naughty things and playing nasty games. She imagined how soft her lips against her own. She could smell Kristine’s perfume and would bathe in the essence. Mille was experiencing her first crush and she was consumed by it.
Mille began to try to catch her teacher’s attention. A first with little notes she left for her on the teacher’s desk as she scurried out, or with small flowers she plucked from gardens on her walk to school. It was school boyish and innocent. Mille however began approaching Kristine in a little more aggressive manner.
Kristine may have been kind and caring for every student there was however one exception. Mille. The little girl began to sew an attachment with her. To Kristine, Mille was an extraordinary little girl. She especially impressed with the girl’s ability to draw and would compliment her frequently. Mille was also a beautiful girl who reminded Kristine of herself when she was her age– still innocent and unspoiled by the outside world. There was however hints and signals that Mille sent out to Kristine that she didn’t quite catch.
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