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story_codes: mmm/g, rape

story_intro: 11 year-old Tina is no match for her teenage brother and his friends, who decide to re-create their own perverted version of a Star Wars scene.

story_language: English




Jabba's Slut

Written by madvlad


	Tina Weathers frowned when she switched on her bedroom light. Nothing happened. She walked over to the floor lamp to check the bulb and found that it had been removed. Pausing to think, she quickly realized that this must have been her brother's handiwork and that she would have to go down to the basement where the spares were kept to get another bulb. That meant having to deal with Richie and his friends - a daylong problem during summer vacation.

	Tina was just two months pas her eleventh birthday. She had a rare combination of blonde hair and green eyes. Shortly after her birthday, her childish body had begun to sprout a pair of tiny breasts. They were not large, perhaps the size of the top of a cupcake, but they were noticeable on her petite frame. 

	While Tina was proud of the fact that she could now wear a training bra, she noticed a change in how her brothers and his friends treated her. Where before they had just been mean, now they noticed and made crude comments about her body's little new additions. 

	Richie was seventeen, highly intelligent, and a hopeless geek; spending much of his time hanging out with his two buddies, watching science fiction, and putting down anyone else outside of their little circle. His high grades blinded their parents from any of his other obvious shortcomings and he was clearly their favorite. Tina had long ago learned that trying to tell her parents about anything he did to her (like the time he tied her to a chair for eight hours) would fall on deaf ears as they dismissed her complaints as sibling rivalry.

	Richie's two friends and classmates were no better. Bill was tall and gangly, with red hair that refused to comply with any attention from a comb. His body had a surprising, wiry strength - he often held her while Richie would tie her in a chair, put paint on her face, or any number of other childish pranks.

	But Bruce was the worst of all. He was fat with greasy black hair. The de facto leader of the small group, he was obsessed with Jabba the Hutt, a villain from the Star Wars movies. He would explain to anyone who didn't know enough to walk away how Jabba couldn't have really been killed by Princess Leia, blah, blah, blah. His best skill, if one could define it as that, was a perfect imitation of Jabba's deep-throated laugh, "Hoo hoo hoo!" In retrospect, it shouldn't have been a surprise that his hero was an overgrown, disgusting slug.

	Tina crept down to the basement, but didn't hear Richie or is friends. Maybe she could get her light bulb and flee to the relative safety of upstairs without incident. She was halfway across the entertainment room where Richie and company usually hung out when the lights went out, plunging the subterranean room into complete darkness.

	Tina froze in place, and then was blinded when a flashlight beam hit her face.

	"Hoo hoo hoo!"

	Tina groaned to herself. "Come on, guys, "she said. "I just need a light bulb."

	"It's going to cost you," Richie's voice floated out from the darkness.

	Tina's shoulders slumped. She could try to find her way back to the stairs, but chances were that they would be waiting for her. 

	"Fine. What do I have to do?"

	"Model a costume for us."

	"What?"

	"It's Princess Leia's slave-girl costume from Jabba's palace. Put it on and do a little dance for us. Then we'll let you go. And if you dance really well, we might even give you a light bulb."

	"Hoo hoo hoo!" Bruce added.

	Tina wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible. 

	"Alright," she sighed. "Where is it?"

	"In the storage room. Bill will help you there."

	Tina felt a strong hand grip her upper arm. "This way," Bill ordered.

	He turned another flashlight on and walked her to the storage room, where he roughly shoved her inside and turned on that room's light. 

	"Take everything off before putting it on. No undies."

	Bill closed the door and left Tina to stare at her new costume. There were several plastic bracelets and armbands made up to look they were gold. There was also a gold-colored plastic girdle with several veils hanging from it. Tina undressed, making sure that the storage room's door was completely shut, and donned the costume. 

	When she had put on everything that was left there, she could not find the top. "I've seen the movie and I know she wasn't topless," she said to herself. So Tina put her training bra back on and, after taking a deep breath, left the storage room.

	The lights were back on and Richie and Bruce were on the couch in the entertainment room. Bill was walking behind her.

	Bruce looked at Tina and frowned.

	"That bra is not part of the costume."

	"You forgot the top," Tina retorted.

	"No we didn't. We left it out as part of an improvement. Now get that bra off."

	Tina scowled at Bruce. "No way!"

	No sooner than she had said that when she felt something cold and metallic sliding up her back. There was a loud snip and the back of her bra came apart as Bill sliced through it with a pair of heavy shears. Frantically, Tina covered her chest with her rams. But Bill reached around and took a wrist and each hand, pulling her arms around her back. This also made her chest thrust out a little more, making her feel even more exposed.

	Richie and Bruce sat on the couch, transfixed as they saw their first female breasts in person. Tina could feel Bill peering down from above her shoulder to get a better look.
The small mounds jutted delicately from her slim chest, each crowned by a delicate pink nipple that was still very much child sized.

	Finally, Bruce nodded to Bill, who let her go.

	"Now dance," Bill ordered, shaking the shears menacingly.

	Tina gulped. This was by far the worst thing they had done and she didn't like how Bill was pointing the shears at her. She shuffled her feet and slowly moved her arms around as the boys cheered and cackled, calling out suggestions on how to move next. This went on for several minutes before Tina noticed a video camera had been set up. 

	She stopped in mid step and put her arms across her chest again.

	"Oh, no! You turn that off and erase everything!"

	"Hoo hoo hoo! I don't think so. Now dance!"

	"No!"

	Bruce nodded to Bill. Bill grabbed Tina's wrists again and held them behind her back. He marched her over to the couch in front of Bruce, who was now sitting upright on the edge.

	"I'm telling you one last time," Bruce said as he leered at her immature chest. "Dance."

	"N-no."

	Bill and Richie chuckled. Bruce leaned forward and, to Tina's disgust, licked her right breast several times. Richie roared with laughter and rolled sideways on the couch. Bill was also laughing but held her arms tight as Bruce kept licking, then did the same to the other breast. 

	"Hoo hoo hoo!"

	Bruce leaned back and admired Tina's naked upper body. The small mounds of flesh glistened wetly with Bruce's spit. Sure, her little titties didn't compare to pictures and videos he had seen of grown women, but they were here in the room and were under his control. He reached out and fondled one, testing the firmness and rolling his thumb over one tiny nipple.

	"You're our slave girl now. Which means we can do whatever we want with you."

	Tina's eyes began welling with tears. "Please," she sniffed. "Let me go. I won't tell on you. I promise."

	Richie barked out a short, cruel laugh. "You could tell, but mom and dad will believe me, not you."

	Tina felt herself grow cold as she realized her brother was right.

	"Yes," Bruce repeated thickly. "We can do whatever we want with you."

	He reached for her hip with one hand and unlatched the hook that held her girdle in place. The bottom of her costume felt to the floor and she was left standing nude in front of the three horny teens.

	Bruce's eyes widened as he saw her little preteen cunny. "You've got no pubes!" he exclaimed.

	The three boys had spent plenty of hours gazing at the well-furred twats of women on the internet. Even the ones who had shaved or waxed had obviously well-developed cunts of grown and experienced women, with sleek lips that yawned or were spread open, inviting the view to fantasize.

	Tina's pussy was tiny, almost delicate. A plump bald mound with her innocent lips pursed tightly together in a little slit. Bruce pawed at it with one hand, prying the opening apart just enough for him to get a finger tip inside as Tina uselessly squirmed in Bill's grip.

	"Well, you'll just have to do. Bill, get on the floor."

	Bill shoved Tina to the floor and kneeled above her head, easily pinning her shoulders. The hard linoleum was cold on her buttocks, but that was the least of her discomfort as she saw Bruce Step out of his sweat pants. Grabbing a jar of Vaseline, he began applying it to his swelling cock. Looking down at Tina, he grinned evilly.

	"You don't know how lucky you are, bitch. You get to feel how the great master works - if you can take all of this monster."

	In truth, Bruce was no master - this was to be his (and Bill's and Richie's) first time. And his 'monster' was an unimpressive four and half inches long. But to the eleven year old virgin being held on the floor, it looked enormous. 

	Tina kicked her legs out at Bruce as he knelt down between them. Richie grabbed one slender leg and held it in place while Bruce grabbed the other by the knee and kept it pushed to the side. Bruce tried to line his cock up to her little slit, but Tina's churning hips made the task next to impossible. Richie saw his dilemma and grabbed the leg he was holding by the calf, squeezing and twisting the muscle there until Tina screamed.

	"Hold still, or we will make things even worse," he warned his little sister.

	Tina ceased her movement long enough for Bruce to wedge the tip of his cock into her slit. She panicked as she felt her opening beginning to spread. Despite Richie's warning, she began to squirm again but was able to dislodge Bruce. The fat teen bucked his hips forward and slid his greased cock into Tina's innocent pussy.

	The preteen shrieked as she felt herself being torn inside. Bruce grunted as he felt her membrane give way. Now there was nothing to stop him as he forced the rest of his prick into Tina's pussy as Bill and Richie cheered. He looked down at where his and Tina's bodies were joined and saw his crinkly black pubic hair scratching against the young girl's smooth crotch.

	"Hey, Tina now has pubes!" he exclaimed to the roars of laughter from his two friends. He began to pump Tina's little cunt in earnest.

	Where she had been struggling before, Tina kept her body still, the fight gone out of her, once she had been fully penetrated. She kept her eyes tightly shut as she endured Bruce's rutting, grimacing at the pain and movement in what had been her private place and at the wet sounds of his thrusts. After a few minutes, Bruce grunted and she swore she could feel his cock swell inside of her before she was filled by a thick gush of hot liquid. 
She had sat through a sex-ed class at school, half bored, but now realized what had just happened and sobbed at the knowledge that part of Bruce had been left inside her. 

	Bruce panted as he withdrew his blood-streaked cock. The little cunt was oozing more blood as well as strands of his cum. 

	"Whew! This little bitch was hard work, but I've got her open for business now. Who's next?"

	Bill abandoned Tina's shoulders and quickly moved between her legs. Tina lay still, so there was no need to Richie or Bruce to hold her had Bill attacked her with his longer cock. His tool was long enough to batter her cervix, causing Tina a new point of pain as he repeatedly rammed into her at amazing speed.

	"Damn, Bill!" Richie exclaimed. You fuck like a jackrabbit!"

	"Hoo hoo hoo!" Bruce chimed in.

	"Only way I know how," replied the red head as he jammed his cock head against Tina's cervix as he began to cum. 

	Tina opened her eyes as Richie took Bill's place. She looked at Richie with teary eyes, hoping that her brother would realize that they had gone too far. But Richie ignored her silent plea as he thrust inside of his baby sister's cunt. Her little channel was still tight, but now it was slick with her blood and two loads of cum. Rather than showing Tina any mercy, Richie kept changing the angles of his thrusts, causing even more pain as he hammered away at her little body.

	"This is what little sisters are for. This is what they're good for," he said just before he came. 

	After adding his incestuous load, he withdrew and stood up. All three boys looked down at their victim, their teenage sperm streaming from her preteen pussy. 

	"Had enough?" Bruce asked. 

	Tina nodded, crying. Unfortunately, teenage boys have remarkable stamina and recovery powers.

	"Well, we haven't."

	And the boys again took their turn with Richie's helpless little sister. When they were finally through with her, her little cunt was a sticky mess, which finally caused her older brother some concern.

	"Guys, we've made a huge mistake," he announced.

	Bill and Bruce looked at him in confusion. Tina looked up as well.

	"We never realized that Tina could be such a messy little whore. Just look at what she's done to the floor," referring to the puddle that had dripped from Tina's ravaged young quim.

	"Hoo hoo hoo!"

	"I've got an idea," Bill said as he turned and went to the storage room. He returned, carrying Tina's clothes.

	"Cleaning rags," he said, holding them up.

	"Good idea," said Richie. He turned to his little sister. "Make sure this floor is spotless, then wash those disgusting rags of yours."

	Dinner that night was the source of some welcome news to Richie. Their parents would be taking a week-long trip to New York City, nest week, where Richie and Tina's father had a business seminar to attend. Their mother would go shopping and take in some museums during the day while the couple would go out on the town in the evenings. 

	Tina was silent throughout the meal, her motions almost mechanical as he ate her small potions of food. As usual, her parents paid her little attention, more concerned that Richie would have everything he needed to run the house next week.

	Tina went to bed early and fell into a deep sleep that her aching body craved. She awoke in the dark as she felt some sort of cloth being shoved in her mouth. She tried to pluck it away, but found that her wrists were taped together. She felt her pajama bottoms and panties being pulled down her legs before she heard Richie's voice as he climbed on top of her. 

	"We're going to have so much fun next week, or, as Bruce would say, Hoo hoo hoo!"

	Tina heard Richie spit, then winced as she felt his wet finger work its way into her abused little cunt. 

	"Hm. Feels like you've tightened all the way up. I'll fix that."

	Tina cried into her gag as she felt her brother's cock rip into her for another session of merciless rape.

	

	
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