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story_codes: MMM+/gg, rape; g/g (10/9), cons

story_intro: Sexually abused for years, Lynn is damaged goods at the ripe young age of ten. She's shuttled from family to family and finally ends up at a last chance with some relatives which include her younger cousin, April. Although Lynn wants nothing to do with the younger girl. when something happens to April, Lynn understands that she may be the only one who can really help.


story_language: English



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	The house was just the way Lynn liked it when she came home - empty. In all things, she liked space between her and others, giving any well-meaning person pause with a baleful look from the dark brown eyes that seemed much older than her ten years.

	Once upon a time, which was how Lynn looked upon her earlier years with contempt for the fairy tales she had prematurely outgrown, she had been a happier child. When she was five, her mother remarried. On her sixth birthday, the fluff of fairy princesses and magic quickly dispersed when her stepfather, Rich, gave the little girl a forceful lesson in fellatio.

	Lynn struggled and gagged the first few times, choking and once vomiting on the musky issue the man injected into her mouth. There was to be no knight in shining armor, or a mother who would choose her daughter over her husband to come to her rescue.

	Her resistance fading to surrender, the child eventually was able to endure the man ramming into her throat, praying his disgusting climax would arrive in time before she passed out from lack of air. It had been a close call on a few occasions and Lynn began to equate the release of hideous, jelly-like stuff in her throat as salvation as she would soon breathe again.

	Rich had friends and many hours were spent with the girl orally servicing one man after another. By the time she was done with the last man, the first would be ready again. Along with the taste of semen, Lynn became familiar with the flavor of sore throat medicine and lip balm.

	She also became familiar with the cell phone cameras used to record her sordid tasks which she always had to perform in the nude. Her breaks from a full mouth coincided with sweaty hands and fingers that would prod and pinch every part of her anatomy to the point that the term "private parts" had no meaning. Everything that was her belonged to them.

	She was the halfway mark between six and seven when Rich greased his fingers before examining her rear while his friends watched. Something in the men's gaze told Lynn something new was coming her way whether she wanted it or not. And it was always about Rich's wants, not hers.

	Pulling her little buttocks apart, Rich inserted his dick between them and rubbed her there. Lynn was complacent, accepting this as some new form of degradation. Suddenly, Rich gripped her hips hard - hard enough to hurt. She whined; the small sound quickly cascading to a scream as the man's thick member tore into her six year old anus.

	Rich roughly thrust into the wailing child, bruising her rectal lining and making her opening bleed a little as he used her in this new and horrifying way. Through her tears, Lynn desperately pleaded for him to stop this torture, promising to be a good girl.

	"I don't want a good girl," he snarled. "I want a little slut."

	Lynn's entreaties stopped and she merely sobbed and sniffled through the remainder of her first anal copulation. Rich groaned as he pumped his wad deep into his little stepdaughter's bowels, completing her first lesson in sodomy. By the time a week had passed, Lynn was regularly taking two men at once while the ever-present cameras recorded her soft little form being pummeled by two shafts of hard meat.

	For her seventh birthday, Rich told her it was time to "finish making you a woman".

	Her heart pounded as she saw the angry purple head of his prick mashing against the smooth, pliant mound of her undersized cunny. She had been poked there before by his fingers, feeling something hurt and stop the progress if a digit tried to go too far. Now she knew his determination and only wept silently as words would have no effect.

	It hurt worse than in her bottom. First there was the terrible ripping that convinced her she was going to die. She was also smaller in this hole, stretching mightily as her stepfather remorselessly filled her seven year-old virgin snatch with his cock. He couldn't go as deeply as he could in her rear, but the same rutting action quickly commenced. Lynn's agony was red hot as the man raped her snug, bleeding tunnel. When she was older and she learned how babies were made, she realized that it was her stepfather's sperm that had been the first inside her baby chamber.

	His was not the first to reach her there that day. Lynn's ordeal and existence revolved around the men she was rented to or was offered to as a favor. The men became a sea of blurry faces, taking her fresh, childish body in numerous ways and combinations. With animal-like sounds they sent their hardened members into her tiny places, delighting as her young flesh strained to take them. Always they left her raw and aching, sticky with their residue in every tender orifice.

	When she was eight, Lynn was taken away from her home after she was finally identified after nearly two years of photos and videos had been posted on the internet by one of Rich's friends. She was interviewed countless times by various adults who always wanted to know why she didn't report her abuse. The girl was unable to discern the benign tone from concerned interviewers from the other ones who considered her damaged and had already written her off.

	She had been sent to live with various family members; none of whom were completely comfortable with her sordid past and her sullen demeanor. Between homes, she lived in a juvenile center where she made a new discovery about her body.

	It was Regan, an older girl of sixteen who had gently taken Lynn aside to an out of the way place. There, and in other locations, she taught Lynn how the places of her torment could be turned to pleasure. It was in these interludes that Lynn found contentment, eagerly offering her prepubescent body to her older, experienced lover.

	When they were finally discovered, Lynn was sent off to another relative with the warning that this was her last chance. What happened to Regan, Lynn did not know. Now she was also branded a troublemaker within the system, harboring a perverted bent toward lesbianism when no girl her age should know anything about sex.

	For four months now, Lynn had been living with her Aunt Ellen and Uncle Jim along with their three kids. Her aunt and uncle tried to be understanding and while they weren't as judgmental as Lynn's other adult relations, they could not really connect with the girl. The oldest two kids were in their teens and regarded her with curiosity and politeness, but they had their own lives and did not pay much attention - good or bad - to their disturbed little cousin.

	The youngest kid was a girl. April was thrilled to have a "big sister" close to her age. She was a year younger than Lynn with hair a few shades darker than her cousin. But her pale green eyes were nearly luminous, shining with a sensitive yet friendly aura than matched her personality.

	At a deeper level, Lynn resented her cousin's happiness; feeling cheated of her own. She would emotionally push April away anytime the younger girl suggested something fun or interesting they could do together. Lynn wanted to hurt her cousin a little, to make her feel a bit of the stings that life had waiting at every turn. But April gradually grew on Lynn to the point that Lynn silently tolerated her presence - a milestone relationship for her.

	Still, Lynn was glad that April wasn't home yet. The kid was just too damned chirpy and it nearly made Lynn's teeth ache from the way she often gritted them when April was spouting off about some "wonderful" thing. April was at some after-school program for kids interested in nature. Lynn hoped she'd spend hours planting flowers or whatever the hell they did there while she sat alone with her thoughts. As her hand stole to her crotch, Lynn shifted her legs open.

	Damn, she missed Regan.

	Gradually, Lynn relaxed and closed her eyes. Her pants became unzipped and her panties lowered just enough as she played with herself. In Lynn's mind, it was Regan with her, loving her all over. The first hard twinge rolled in her sex and Lynn grinned at the signal that her climax was making its way onto the scene.

	The front door opened and Lynn's hand froze. Her eyes flew open and she hurriedly pulled her clothing into place. Shitdamnmotherfuckercocksuckerfuckfuck...FUCK!

	It was April in the doorway, just standing there like a fucking idiot for some reason. Lynn wished she had stayed on the couch, diddling herself hard so April could see her that way and freak out. What was wrong with her, anyway? She was just standing there. Lynn stole a quick glance at herself - yep, her pants were buttons and zipped.

	Then she noticed April's reddened eyes and tear-stained cheeks. For fuck's sake, now what? Had she stepped on a flower or something? Maybe she saw a dead squirrel. Circle of life, baby. You're born, you get gang-fucked by your asshole stepdad and his creepy friends, you get shoved around, and then you die. Cumming every now and then at least helped.

	Okay, April was still standing there in her pretty yellow shirt and her pretty green skirt. Shaking her head, Lynn went over to her. Reaching around the other girl, she pushed the front door closed. April tried to speak but could only make stuttered gasps before she could manage the words.

	"Th-th-they...hurt me," she said to Lynn in a strangled whisper.

	At first, Lynn didn't understand. Then she noticed the blood trickling down the inside of one leg. And there was something else mixed with the blood - something white that Lynn knew all too well.

	"Oh my God," Lynn croaked.

	Still shaking, April lifted the hem of her skirt, showing Lynn the saturated mess in the crotch of her formerly white panties. April tried to speak again but could only stand there helplessly.

	Lynn felt dizzy. For one horrifying moment, she thought it was her fault - karmic payback for wishing April ill. But never in her darkest thoughts would she have considered this.

	Lynn's balance came back and she felt the pragmatic toughness she had earned come to bear.

	"Come on," she said, taking April by the arm. "I'll run a bath."

	April hadn't seen them coming. She hadn't felt their eyes upon her, ogling her slim body. It was the filthy, foul-smelling hand that clapped over her mouth that frightened her before she was dragged behind a small office building. It was occupied by dental practice whose staff and patients were unaware of the act taking place unseen.

	There were three of them; ill-kept men who were transients. April was held to the ground with her hands pinned over her head. With her eyes wide in confusion and panic, she was helpless to stop one of them from pushing her shirt up.

	"Little girls are so cute even when they don't have their titties yet," the man said.

	April thought that was a terribly rude thing to say before the man capped off his statement by pinching and twisting her flat nipples. Although she tried to yell, another hand muffled her. Pleased with her reaction, the man flipped her skirt up and tugged on her panties.

	April's struggles intensified as she was further bared. As tears welled in her eyes, the man's face grew blurry. Wrestling with her legs, he managed to get one of her feet out of her panties and left them dangling around her other ankle. When she felt his calloused fingers on her hairless mound, April tried to beg through another man's hand to stop this.

	"What's the matter, girlie?" the man laughed. "You've never had your cunt played with?"

	Although she had never heard that term before, April knew he was referring to the place where he had his hand. Then he opened his pants and her eyes widened at the stiff thing he produced. He mashed it against her soft little slit, laughing as her delicate labia parted for him. April moaned at the humiliation of this vile contact.

	The man lurched into her and April stiffened at the horrendous tearing she felt inside. The thing moved deeper inside, forcefully opening her as she felt the hot flow of liquid. Was she bleeding? From that sensation and the agony in there, she knew she must be. The man slammed into her, moving in and out. Every stroke burned her virgin sheath and she feared he would stab right up in to her belly.

	"Bald and tight," the man grunted. "No better way to have a cunt. A plenty juicy, too, once you pop the cherry."

	Using muscles she was unfamiliar with, April tried to constrict her tunnel and force the man's member from her body. But he only laughed.

	"Damn, she's getting into it, trying to squeeze me. Of course, she's little enough that she's a tough squeeze anyway. Oh...oh damn, here it comes."

	For a moment, April thought she was bleeding in a new place, further in. Something hot poured into her in jets and from the man's reaction, she understood he was putting something inside her.

	The man pulled back and knelt upright, displaying his gory penis. It dripped with blood and something thick and white and April trembled to think what her private place must look like. But she didn't have much time to reflect before the next man lowered himself to her, pushing between her legs.

	For over an hour, the nine year-old lay trapped beneath her captors. The men took several turns each, raping their little victim, ramming their cocks into her, stretching her prepubescent twat that was made slick by her repeated violations. April wanted to retch every time she felt that last bit of pollution penetrating her uterus.

	At last, they seemed satisfied, putting their sticky cocks back into the their pants and laughing as they walked away, leaving April lying dazed in the sunshine as their fluids oozed from her abused cunny. Somehow, she managed to get to her feet and took a few steps before remembering where her panties were. She pulled them up, sobbing as she felt the squishiness of her crotch once the fabric was in place.

	Lynn had April sitting in the water, gently using a washcloth over her cousin. When she reached for April's groin, the other girl looked away, unable to watch. Lynn understood, wishing someone had been there to for her after Rich's escapades. After a couple of minutes, Lynn could still see stuff slowly swirling in the water from April's cleft.

	"I have to go in there to clean you out," she said quietly.

	April shut her eyes and nodded before Lynn slipped a finger inside. There was nothing prurient in this; Lynn knew the best way to help was to cleanse April out as thoroughly as possible. That was at least the physical portion.

	"How am I going to tell Mom and Dad?" April said in a choked voice after she had dressed again.

	She and Lynn were sitting side by side on her bed as Lyn stroked her arm.

	"Don't," Lynn hissed. "Don't tell them anything. Don't tell anybody. You told me and that's all you need to."

	"But why?"

	"Do you want everyone to know what happened? To have them make you tell them all about it over and over? Every time they see you after that, they'll be thinking about what was done to you, what you did. It doesn't matter if it wasn't your fault. They'll think you had something to do with it."

	April shook her head and Lynn continued.

	"That's right," she said with bitter vehemence. "They'll think you're damaged, that you're some kind of freak. That's what happened to me. That's why I haven't stayed anywhere too long. No one wants me around."

	"I want you around," April insisted, finally looking Lyn squarely in the eye.

	Lynn was touched. She finally had someone who didn't judge her. And someone who could commiserate with her although she dearly hated that this had happened to April. April had never asked for it. Then again, neither had she was she was six and Rich made her open her mouth for him.

	Without another word, a strong, silent alliance had been formed.

	That evening, they pretended that everything was the same as always although April didn't have much of an appetite. But she did eat after Lynn whispered for her to or else risk drawing attention to herself. The first few bites seemed flavorless but got a little better as she went along. Lynn was by her side, patting her leg under the table.

	The following afternoon, Lynn heard the bathwater running. She went upstairs to find April undressing.

	"I want to get clean again," she explained.

	Lynn understood the compulsion but as she regarded her cousin's naked form, she had another thought. Remembering what Regan had done with her, Lynn decided she should pass that bliss on. Part of her wanted to have fun with her cousin and she felt guilty about that. But this would also help April. She took April's hand and guided her from the bathroom.

	"Come on, there's another way to feel better," she said as she led April to her bedroom.

	"What are you doing?" April asked as Lynn got undressed.

	"Something another girl showed me," Lynn answered. "It was one of the only good things that happened to me. Well, before I met you."

	She had April lie on the bed and then joined her, shifting her body to its side while she lay next to her cousin.

	"Just let me show you everything," she whispered huskily before lowering her mouth to April's.

	April accepted the kiss but then squeaked in surprise when Lynn's tongue slipped between her lips. Lynn was licking her in there, seeking her tongue.  April flinched when they finally made contact but them warmed to the moist, sliding workings.

	When Lynn brought her hand to April's vulva, April pushed it away. Lynn carefully slid back and April pushed at it again but with less force. By the third time, April didn't resist; whimpering in Lynn's mouth as her cousin cupped her smooth vulva. She kept her hand there, kneading the small mound before spreading her fingers to work specific areas.

	Suddenly April jerked her head to the side, breaking Lynn's lip lock.

	"Something's happening...down there," she whispered, wide-eyed.

	"I know, just let me do it," Lynn replied.

	April opened her mouth as Lynn kissed her again. She was feeling warm and bubbly between her legs where Lynn's hand was. Inside, she felt an odd itch and blushed when she felt moist there as well. Lynn responded to this, stroking her index finger across her opening and lightly smearing the stuff all over April's cunny. When Lynn coated the sensitive button at the top of the cleft that made April tingle, April bucked her hips. That reaction surprised her and encouraged Lynn.

	Lynn slipped her finger into April's vagina, finding her quite slippery. April whimpered into Lynn's mouth as she was penetrated, feeling frightened at first but then craving the contact of the other girl's digit in her pussy.

	As April responded, Lynn increased the force of her manipulations. April panted heavily while Lynn sucked her tongue. The ten year-old was now finger-fucking her cousin hard, making April twist her narrow pelvis on the bed, grinding her ass against the bed spread until her body shook.

	April was exhilarated but a bit frightened by this occurrence until Lynn explained what an orgasm was. As April lay still, Lynn slid downward, mouthing the nine year-old's flat chest and giving the stiff nipples a few nibbles and sucks.

	April moaned softly - she liked that. Lynn kept moving, dragging her tongue across April's skin before she would stop at a spot and suck there. As Lynn went lower, April had a brief flash of an idea. Could Lynn actually put her mouth on her quim? No, that would be nonsense. But the idea made April watery down there. Lynn paused just above April's pubis. A little embarrassed by her salacious thought, April lifted her head to look at her cousin.

	Dumbfounded, she watched as Lynn lowered her mouth to her hairless cunny. Lynn winked as she sucked on the pliable girl flesh. Dropping her head back to the pillow, April moaned at the ceiling. When she felt the first touch of Lynn's tongue digging into her slit, she quivered and wondered if Lynn would go deeper.

	Languidly, April turned her head to one side, finding their images in the mirror. There she lay, naked with another girl's face between her legs. Watching the reflection and feeling as Lynn's head shifted there gave April a sharp thrill that curled through her loins.

	Intoxicated by her younger cousin's flavor, Lynn sought more; the tip of her tongue entering April's sex. Emboldened, she ate the other girl's pussy feverishly, fully understanding Regan's attraction to her, now. When April came again, she slurped the burst of juice flowing into her mouth.

	It only made her hungry for more.

	It had been week since those men had attacked her. April was walking home, her thoughts on what awaited her there. Every afternoon had been spent in bed with Lynn - they even found time on the weekends to be together. April thrilled with every new lesson that Lynn taught her. She even learned a term for it - making love. And she had learned how to make love with Lynn, munching on her cousins twat and making her cum.

	Then there was the time that Lynn sat on her face before dropping forward until her mouth found April's crotch. With mouths and cunnies interlocked, the two girls thrashed on the bed, their preadolescent arousal making their actions frenzied and the results hot and dripping.

	When April confessed her kink about watching in the mirror, Lynn was delighted. She hadn't considered voyeurism before and found she enjoyed watching as much as April did.

	"Watch this," she had cooed yesterday and she slid on top of April, belly to belly.

	Lynn played the role of the boy, thrusting her twat against April's as if she was fucking her deeply. The friction excited both girls and quite quickly each of their bald snatches was oiled with their comingled dew. Both girls looked in the mirror to see their sleek bodies undulating together. The ten year-old humped the nine year-old, producing breathy moans from both of their gaping mouths and squishy noises where their pussies pressed and rubbed. As they climaxed together, Lynn had the fantasy of pumping her juice like semen deeply into her younger cousin's steamy little cunt. Unknown to her, April had the equally sudden craving of having Lynn shoot her twat fluids into her.

	In the light of day, April blushed at her own lewd musings. Still, she felt that certain tightness inside of her pristine white panties and wondered if there would be a wet spot by the time she got home. Lynn loved it when she arrived already excited.

	"Oh!"

	Lost in her reverie, April hadn't been paying attention and found the sidewalk blocked as two construction men were laying a drainage pipe to the gutter. They had earlier jackhammered the concrete up and Lynn stood there feeling foolish. She'd have to double back and cross the street at the intersection.

	"Trying to get by?" one of the men asked.

	He and his partner paused in their work and stood upright, removing their work gloves. They were burly men but regarded the girl benignly.

	"I-I'll just go back," April stuttered nervously.

	"No, you can go over," said the nearer man. "Here we go."

	Before she could protest, he scooped April up from under her arms and passed her over the rubble to the other man. His hands clamped on April's sides, holding her firmly but not doing anything unseemly. He completed April's journey, setting her lightly on the sidewalk.

	"Ta da!" he announced as he let her go.

	It happened so quickly and her little ride had been kind of fun. April laughed.

	"Thanks!" she said.

	"No problem, little lady," said the first man and both of them gave April a slight tip of their hard hats.

	Then the two men put their gloves on and got back to work.

	April turned and continued her walk, thinking about this little encounter. The men may have been a little rough-looking but were perfectly nice to her. She wondered what it would be like if a nice man did things to her. Perhaps she and Lynn could find two of them so they could each enjoy it.

	By the time she reached the corner, her panties were damp.




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