The child was pitifully thin, naked and crying beneath him - just the way Silas liked them. This one was about to be brought into her proper place as a slut good for servicing men. Usually, he didn't start on them this young, preferring them to be at or at least close to child-bearing years. (Producing children, along with household servitude, were their other functions.) But Elizabeth was his property already and he had her older sister, Mary, already carrying his offspring.
There was a woman waiting for Mary, sent by Silas' sister. Mary would leave later today for Chicago where she would prove her worth as a brood mare and a whore in Silas' sister's bordello that was presented as a finishing school. In Silas' estimation, it certainly was as it produced girls who were set in their proper place. But at the moment, Mary was standing near the bed with the woman holding her back in case the girl had some stupid notions about rescuing her little sister.
Having been witness to some of her older sister's degradations. Elizabeth knew the man would force himself against her - and somehow into her. She also knew that Mary was going away and their last moments together would be this vile act. The eight year-old shuddered as Silas knelt between her outstretched legs and pushed the end of his fleshy man-weapon against her hairless little slit. Then, as he often did, he referenced biblical stories as if to make what he was about to do some act of religious vengeance for the fall of Man.
"Descendant of Eve, defiler of Adam, this is your worth," Silas snarled.
He heaved himself into the little girl, making her shriek even as her maidenhead stubbornly resisted him.
"Babylonian bitch!" the man roared and forced himself against into preteen.
This time, Elizabeth's hymen shredded and the man's cruel cudgel battered its way into her virgin pussy. Her cries seemed to fuel him as he slammed his way further inside, making her stretch tautly to provide a warm, wet sleeve to caress his conquering manhood. Ranting about the fall of Babylon, he pumped the little girl's violated snatch with his prick while her hands uselessly battered at his chest.
Eventually, he tired of her futile resistance and pinned her wrists to the bed as he continued to rape her. Elizabeth's undersized twat bled from her defloration, lubricating her straining young tunnel for her master's pleasure. Turning her head, Elizabeth met Mary's horror-stricken eyes in a desperate search for any salvation. But Mary could only cry with her, held in place as she was forced to watch her younger sister's initiation into the vilest existence she could know.
Silas' engorged member continued to thrust into the bald, forced-open mound between the little girl's legs. She was very tight but she was still nothing more than a whore and a cum-pit for him when she wasn't cooking or cleaning. Reaching his climax, he plundered her innocent young body further with heavy pulses of cream that doused her undready sex. Inspired by setting another virgin on the way to her true, wanton nature, he crooned his made-up passages from the Holy Book.
"And Adam poured forth his seed into Eve to mark her as his property and to mark her as a lowly slattern, a filthy whore in the eyes of the Lord. And Eve became gravid and bore mankind, tainting Cain with her own evil," he panted.
Then he looked down at the weeping eight year-old still impaled by his prick. Her smooth snatch was smeared with red, marking her as properly debauched. He knew she was in agony yet her quim still held him snugly. Of course it did - she would always need more of what the Lord had bestowed upon his loins. And he would give it to her with great and pious vengeance.
"Huuuhh...ahhh! Oh God!" Henry croaked as his penis was enveloped by the sweet and slick embrace of an eight year-old's twat.
"Mmmm..." the young redhead beneath him in the hayloft purred. "Don't stop. You feel so good in me."
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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