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."
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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