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It's better! (MMg, ped, nc, rp, v, oral, anal, exh, bd, gb, extreme) *** "Ready?" Amy said to her friend, five year-old Kimberly Conrad. The kindergartener was adjusting her costume before she and eight year-old Amy went out trick-or- treating. Kimmy was dressed as Cinderella. She wore a blue mini-skirt that just barely covered her firm little ass cheeks. On top she wore a blue crop-top shirt with short puffy white sleeves. The top barely covered her tiny pink nipples. Her mommy had tied a blue ribbon around her pale blonde hair. To complete the sexy outfit she wore a pair of clear plastic four-inch high heels. She wore no underwear, and when she bent over her hairless labia were visible, as were the bottoms of her ass cheeks. Kimmy's best friend Amy was also dressed as a Disney Princess: Ariel, The Little Mermaid. Her flat chest was bare except for a small shell-shaped pasty over either nipple. The shells were about an inch across, and left the girl virtually topless. She also wore an aquamarine fabric belt tied low on her narrow waist with blue and green 18" long translucent gauze strips attached to "cover" her legs. Under the fabric strips was an aquamarine thong. She wore sheer green thigh-high stockings and blue-green four-inch heels to match her belt. Amy had had her dark hair dyed bright red. Together, the girls looked like a pervert's wet dream. "Yup, ready!" Kimmy chirped in reply. "'Kay Daddy, we're leaving!" Amy yelled from the front door. "Have fun, Honey! Make sure to take candy from strangers!" Amy grinned at her friend in reply to her daddy's joke. Of course they would take candy from strangers, especially adult men! The little preteen sluts headed out down the sidewalk, enjoying the looks they got from all the daddies (and some mommies) who were escorting their kids from house to house hunting candy. Kimmy and Amy were looking for treats too, but not candy. Amy had a plan, and she grabbed her submissive little friend's hand and led her past a bunch of houses handing out goodies to stop in front of a large, dark, deserted-looking house. The Milton House. The neighborhood children maintained that it was haunted. They said a little kid had been killed there, and that her ghost was trapped behind the doors and windows; that her spirit wouldn't rest until her murderer had received justice. The story was not true, but the reality was worse. No children had been killed at the house, which was a large, rambling, 3500 square foot colonial built in 1895. It was all that remained of the Milton estate, which had been broken up and sold off to developers in the 1960's. The huge ugly monstrosity crouched in the middle of the resulting neighborhood like a mean old man, scaring all the kids by its mere presence. Two tall, mangled hedges bordered the sides of the large weedy yard, and dark paint peeled from the wood siding. The windows were dark, as if covered from the inside. In the early 1970's, two brothers – all that was left of the formerly powerful and wealthy Milton family – lived in the house. When little girls started disappearing, the Milton brothers – Charles and Simon – had been suspected immediately, but they refused to cooperate with investigators, and there was not enough evidence to justify a search warrant. The police started hounding the brothers, staking out the house, following them wherever they went, etc. The disappearances slowed, but didn't stop completely. Finally, the authorities got a break. The two brothers' car was pulled over because of a blown tail light (which an enterprising officer had disabled the previously), and when thumping was heard coming from the trunk, officers opened it to find a six year-old girl hogtied inside. The brothers were arrested immediately and their house was searched. In the basement investigators discovered a secret room behind a shelf unit, which had been set up like a medieval torture chamber. They found a four year-old girl chained to the stone wall, naked. Video equipment had been set up to record all the goings-on, and it was essential evidence in the brother's trial. The Milton brothers had kidnapped, raped and tortured eleven preteen girls over a period of three years. Intense "interrogation" revealed that the girls had not been killed. The brothers had sold all of them to a group in Columbia, and at that time all of the missing girls, age five to ten, were in filthy brothels serving as forced prostitutes. Nine of the girls were recovered. The other two had disappeared into the jungles and farmland of South America. The Miltons had been sentenced to eleven forty-year sentences, to be served concurrently. The girls hadn't been killed, so life sentences were not available. They had been released after thirty years, due to prison over-crowding and their advanced ages – Charles was seventy two and Simon was seventy - and they returned to the old house quietly. The mansion was still theirs, since they had inherited it and owned it free and clear. They were independently wealthy due to the family fortune, and had paid for caretaking while they were "away". The brothers now lived in the gloomy confines of the run-down house. "Haunting" it, if you will. Kimmy stood staring at the dark façade. She looked up at Amy. "The Milton house?" she said, "No way!" "I dare you!" said Amy, a mischievous gleam in her pretty dark eyes. "Unh-unh," the five year-old slut shook her head negatively. "Come on. You don't have to go in or anything. I'll be right here watching. Just go ring the bell, and if any one answers, just yell "Trick or treat!" and run back here, "What are you, chicken?" Kimmy looked at her friend slyly. "I will if you will," she challenged. "Hey, it was my idea," Amy said. She hadn't planned on this bit of rebellion from her ordinarily submissive friend. "That's right, it was your idea, so you should do it too." The five year-old asserted, "If I'm a chicken, you're a double chicken!" Amy had two choices: back out and lose her authority over her younger friend, or go along and risk – well, nothing really. It was all a big dumb fake story, right? There were no ghosts. She made up her mind. "Okay, scaredy cat. If you're too big a baby to go yourself, I'll go with you. I'll even go inside!" She was secretly hoping that by threatening to go in the spooky house, Kimmy would want to back out, but it didn't work. "Okay, come on." The five year-old slut replied, and took Amy's hand. The two half-naked preteens approached the dark, gloomy house together. Kimmy pushed the old-fashioned doorbell, and the girls heard a two-toned bell inside, like a gong; Ding Dong! They waited for a minute or so, but didn't hear anything else. Amy knocked hesitantly on the peeling paint of the front door, but again there was no reply. She put her hand on the doorknob, looking at Kimmy. Kimmy stared back, her big blue eyes wide. Amy turned the knob slowly, and both girls jumped when they heard the "click" as the latch opened. The big door swung inside slowly on squeaking hinges. They entered side by side, holding hands. The interior was dimly lit by the streetlights through the filthy windows. They hesitated in the front hall, huddling together for security. "Okay, we did it. Can we go n-–" Kimmy's question was cut off by the door swinging shut behind them with a bump and a familiar "click". Amy rushed back to the door and tried to open it, but it was stuck. The little girls could find no way to get the door unlatched. They stood looking at each other with fear in their eyes. Suddenly, they heard a bump. It wasn't a loud bump, but they both looked at each other. "Did you hear that?" Kimmy whispered. "I think so," her spooked friend answered. "We gotta get out of here!" Kimmy squeaked. "Which way?" Amy asked, starting to get really scared now. "I don't know. I've never been here before!" Kimmy started to cry. Amy took the five year-old's hand and tried to calm her friend down before they both lost it. "Okay, okay. Look, there has to be a back door, right? Let's go down the hall and find our way out a door or window or something." Sniffling but no longer openly crying, Kimmy nodded and went with her friend as the eight year-old led her down the hall into the dark interior of the creaky old house. Kimmy clutched the older girl's arm in both hands as they went. It made walking clumsy, but Amy liked the security of the physical contact too much to extricate herself. She also liked the feeling of her half-naked friend's body pressed against her own. Something about the fear and the spooky surroundings was having a strange effect on both girls. They were both getting horny as they went deeper into the scary house. "What if there are ghosts?" Kimmy whispered, "Can they do anything to us?" "Oh, yeah," replied the eight year-old, "Ghosts love doing all sorts of things to little girls." She was using her own fears to scare her friend, which made her little pussy damp. "What kinds of things?" Kimmy prompted. She was getting into the story-telling too. "Sex things," Amy replied. "Will they tie us up?" "Yes. They'll tie us up and whip us, and stick their big white ghost cocks in our pussies and assholes and rape us." Their eyes glittered in the dim light filtering through the windows. Their twisted little minds were actually less scared now that they had been discussing their fantasies. Both little girls were very active sexually, and Kimmy in particular was a submissive little pain-slut. She loved to be dominated and treated roughly, especially by groups of adult men. Right now, her pussy juices were leaking from between her puffy little pussy lips as she walked. Her left arm circled her friend's right arm, and Kimmy's right hand slid over Amy's bare stomach. They heard another BUMP as they entered the kitchen, louder this time. They jumped and squealed, clinging to each other. "Who's there?" Amy called out. "Is anyone here?" Silence was the only reply. "Look!" Kimmy pointed into the gloom, "Is that a door?" There was a darker rectangle in the general darkness off to their right, and it did indeed look like a doorway. "Maybe it goes outside." The two girls shuffled over to the doorway with their arms wrapped around each other. It seemed to be growing colder, and their skimpy costumes offered little protection. When they stepped through the opening together, they were surprised to find their feet in mid- air. They took a startled step down, and only kept from falling down the unseen stairs when Amy reached out blindly and grabbed a handrail while Kimmy clung to Amy. As it was, they stumbled down three of the wooden stair treads before checking their descent. Their startled screams echoed back up to them from the basement they had accidentally discovered. They turned to head back up, but the door at the top of the stairs swung shut in their terrified faces, sealing them in utter darkness. They screamed again, tottering in their high heels on the narrow step. They scrambled up the dark stairs and pounded on the unseen door. "Help! Hey! Let us out!" they cried. They stopped when they heard what sounded like deep, raspy laughter coming from the other side of the door. "I don't want to go back up there anymore," Kimmy whined when the laughter stopped. "Hey, there's one of those old basement doors on the side of the house. The kind that angles down and you go up steps to get out, remember?" Amy said. There was indeed a bulkhead door to the basement on the side of the house by the driveway. That was what the little girl was remembering. "But we have to go down there to get to it." The five year-old whimpered. "Well, we can't go up, so we have to go down," her friend replied logically. The unintentional pun was lost on both of the terrified little girls. Stepping carefully with their heel-clad feet, the girls slowly descended into the darkness. The cool damp air in the basement raised goose flesh on their exposed skin, making their nipples stand up firmly. Kimmy stumbled when her foot hit the dirt floor of the basement, having expected a step that wasn't there. She let go of Amy in her efforts to regain her balance, and when she reached out to clutch her friend's arm, she felt only air. She swung her arms frantically to reconnect with the warm soft body of her best friend, but couldn't find her. Amy was gone! Kimmy was alone! "Amy!" she whispered as loudly as she dared, "Amy! Where are you?" Tears streamed down her cheeks as she stood shivering in the darkness, cold, terrified and alone. She heard a rustling noise and what sounded like a muffled voice, but she was too scared to move toward it. What if it was whatever had gotten Amy? She wanted her friend back, but she didn't want to get eaten. The decision about what to do next was made for her when unseen hands emerged from the darkness to grab her. She screamed in terror as she was lifted from the ground by two strong hands and clutched to the body of what she assumed was either a tall man or a vampire. She was sure it was a vampire when she felt his warm breath on her neck, but he didn't bite her with sharp fangs, he just nibbled at the soft skin under her ear. She was carried a distance, then a sliver of light appeared, and she was born forward as the yellow light expanded in width, becoming an opening in the stone wall. Kimmy closed her eyes against the relative brightness of the two bare incandescent light bulbs hanging from the low ceiling. When her eyes adjusted enough to open them, she saw her friend Amy, hanging chained to a gray stone wall. She had metal manacles around her wrists and ankles which were attached to rusty chains that suspended her from large iron rings set in the wall. Her arms were stretched up and to her sides, and her legs were spread widely apart. The room was about fifteen feet square, with stone walls and a low ceiling, held up by thick wood beams. There was a flat-screen TV on a table against one wall, with an old-fashioned VHS tape player wired to it. Kimmy saw a group of eight men, plus the one who held her from behind. All were naked and wearing rubber Halloween masks. There were a bunch of folding chairs set up in front of the television. The frightened child was carried to an open space in the room where a chain dangled from a ceiling beam. Her hands were lifted over her head and she felt cold metal on her wrists. She looked up to see a pair of manacles like the ones holding Amy being latched around her thin wrists. She was left to dangle three feet above the floor, crying. Too scared to speak, she spun slowly, sobbing. Amy was no less afraid, but she was more vocal. "Let me down!" Kimmy heard her friend's voice piping in the enclosed space. "I wanna go home! Let me down!" As Kimmy spun around to face her friend, she saw one of the naked, hairy men step up to her and slap her face, hard, with his open palm. Amy screeched, and subsided, sobbing. Amy's belt and thong had been taken off her, but she still wore her stockings and high heels. One pasty had come off, exposing an erect pink nipple. Her bald pussy gaped open between her widely spread legs. Even through her terror, Kimmy could appreciate the view of her friend's sexy body. Her pale skin and red-dyed hair set against the dark stone walls and rusty chains made a great contrast. Their captors seemed to agree, since they had produced cameras and were getting still shots and video of the child in her bondage. Her heart leaped with hope when she heard someone new enter the room and the masked heads all turn to look at the new visitor. Were they rescued? When she spun to face the new arrival, her heart fell. He was wearing a mask like the others, and he was naked too. "They're alone," a muffled voice came from behind the mask. It was the first time any of the men had spoken. "I looked around out the windows after I shut the basement door behind them, and there's no one looking around. I didn't see anyone escorting them before they came to the door either. Amy had picked the wrong night to make her little dare. The inhabitants of the house - Charles and Simon Milton - had met a lot of fellow prisoners during their time in the penal system, and many of those shared an interest in young girls. Since they had gotten out of prison, the brothers had hosted several parties at their home. The guests were always convicted pedophiles that they had met in their thirty years in jail. The Miltons still had copies of all the videos they had recorded of the two of them torturing and raping little girls. The men would gather and watch the faded tapes on an old VHS player, jerking off as they watched the tapes. Their favorite night of the year was Halloween, the anniversary of their most notorious kidnapping. Amy and Kimmy had made the mistake of showing up at the party celebrating this kidnap and rape, while the group of perverts was watching their favorite tape – in the nude - each in his favorite rubber Halloween mask. The wide screen television was playing the video they had made of Chelsea's abduction and torture. The brothers had snatched a little seven year-old girl named Chelsea Blake on October thirty first, 1973. She had gone out trick or treating with her older brother, dressed in a store-bought witch costume. Her twelve year old brother didn't want his sister with him, so he and his friends had ditched her early. Chelsea didn't care, as she was on a mission to hit every house on the street, and her stupid brother and his stupid friends only went to certain ones. She was a beautiful little girl, with clear light skin and straight dark hair and eyes. She was slim, with proportionately long legs. Without telling her mother, the little girl had cut away several inches of the costume's length, so that the ragged hem fell to only a couple of inches below her butt in some places, and exposed a lot of her smooth pale thighs. She had worn her black dressy boots, which covered her shins, and had thick heels on them. She had a small pointy black witch's cap fastened to her hair with pins, which stuck out at an angle. She looked adorable. And to the Milton brothers, whose house she approached with her candy bag, she looked sexy as hell. The little girl had come to the door and rung the bell, just like Kimmy and Amy had, and when the door had opened, the pretty seven year-old had smiled brightly. "Trick or Trea-" was all she had been able to say before she felt her upper arm gripped by a strong hand and her little body was yanked into the house. The snatch had been quick and easy, and the terrified child soon found herself in the hidden basement room, chained to the wall like Amy was now. Kimmy could see Chelsea on the television; two little girls, in the same predicament, separated by over forty years. On-screen, the seven year-old's witch costume was gone. All she wore were her black boots and the jaunty little witch's hat. The trick-or-treater was screaming as a long whip slapped against her bare flat chest, adding another long red welt to the pale flesh. The poor little girl's chest, belly and thighs were covered with red stripes from the whips that struck her from either side, as both brothers whipped her helpless body, laughing and jeering as she screamed. Kimmy shuddered as she watched the torture, dreading what would happen to her and Amy. At the same time though, her nipples grew harder and her pussy grew wetter. The submissive little slut liked rough sex more than any other kind, and she liked watching scenes like this when she knew they were staged. Seeing one where the unwilling victim actually was unwilling had her perverted little mind reeling. Her emotions were all screwed up. She was both terrified and turned on. The kindergartener was brought back to the present as her clothes were torn from her small body, leaving her to dangle from her chained wrists, naked except for her high heels. She felt rough hands roaming over her naked body, feeling her thighs and ass, pinching and twisting her hard nipples and pulling her long blond hair. A man wearing a Nixon mask pulled it up at the bottom so he could latch his wet lips onto the beautiful little girl's mouth. His slimy tongue forced its way inside, drooling spit onto her pink tongue as he gripped the back of her head. She swallowed unwillingly as he slobbered into her mouth and hard fingers probed her pussy and asshole. Meanwhile, eight year-old Amy was suffering her own abuse. Two masked pedophiles were having a contest to see who could pull the little girl's hard pink nipples farthest from her chest before they slipped out of their grip. The little girl screamed in agony as they yanked at her tender flesh, stretching it obscenely from her flat chest. A third masked stranger stepped forward brandishing a large surgical clamp, like the ones used for hobbies. He gripped the flesh stretched behind the suffering child's nipple and squeezed the camp closed, locking it tightly. New screams erupted from the struggling girl's throat as the procedure was followed on the other nipple. Three pound weights were hooked onto the loops at the ends of the long handles, dragging the poor child's tortured buds down painfully. An old man in a werewolf mask slid a wooden pole on a square base under Amy's widely spread legs. Attached to the top of the pole was an eight inch long black dildo. The pole was centered under the girl's vulnerable pussy, and the dildo placed between her pouty labia. As the pole was wedged under her, the lubricated dildo forced its way between her pussy lips and into her cunt. Fortunately for the little girl, her pussy was experienced at taking large cocks, from her daddy and three teenage brothers, among others. Still, the fake cock was over an inch thick, and she was terrified to begin with, so the red-faced little girl screamed as four inches of slick black plastic was wedged into her tight little cunt. Crops and paddles stung her smooth white thighs as she was penetrated from below. The plastic phallus was pushed farther, lifting Amy's body higher in her restraints, her weight supported by the big thick dildo in her widely stretched pussy. As her screaming friend tottered on the end of the black dildo, Kimmy was sandwiched between two men. The one in front wore a "Scream" mask, the one behind her had a gorilla mask. Their hands rubbed her skin, fondling her ass and pussy. The Scream mask guy drooled into her mouth like Nixon had, and saliva ran over her chin to drip onto her chest and belly. The gorilla lifted her from behind and prodded her anus with his cock, settling her down on it so that it slipped into the tight hole painfully. Kimmy was an experienced porn star, so her asshole could easily accommodate cocks that would cause an adult woman to suffer, but she was being penetrated without lubricant, and the friction was painful. She screamed into the drooling mouth of the other man, who reached down to rub his own hard cock against her moist pussy lips. Soon the five year-old was being double penetrated by the two masked men as she dangled by her wrists from the chain. On the television, seven year-old Chelsea had been taken down from the wall and was hanging approximately where Kimmy was being raped right now. She dangled at the end of a chain like Kimmy, so the men could get access to her back as well as her front. The whipping resumed, and the child cried and struggled in her bonds as she swung and spun at the end of her tether. Her pale skin was soon striped red on her back, ass cheeks, thighs, belly and chest. The brothers took turns hawking and spitting on the naked child. Like Chelsea had been forty years earlier, Amy was taken down from the stone wall. Her limp body was carried to a heavy wooden table, where she was laid out face down. Ropes were tied around her wrists and attached to opposite table legs, stretching her arms out painfully. Her knees were tied to the opposite legs on the other side of the table, and she was left with her but hanging over the edge of the table and her legs spread far apart, as before. Her pussy lips pouted between her splayed thighs and her tiny pink anus was presented to the demented men's gazes. The naked eight year-old struggled futilely in her bonds as hands massaged her thighs and firm round butt cheeks and belts whipped the sensitive flesh of her back. A large cock forced it way into the crying girl's mouth to muffle her screams, which were drowning out Chelsea's crying and begging in the movie. As the seven inch cock slammed its way past her gag reflex and into her throat, Amy felt a finger working lubricant into her exposed asshole. The first finger was joined by a second, then a third, and as the blows on her back lessened and then ceased, the familiar sensation in her rectum and throat began to have the usual effect. She started sliding her head back and forth on the cock in her mouth and wiggling her tight ass on the fingers. She groaned in pleasure as a thick cock plowed into her asshole, sinking deep in one thrust. The red-haired girl was soon being raped front and back, and loving every perverted minute of it. The clamps on her nipples pulled occasionally, sending a thrill of pain through her chest as her body slid forward and back in rhythm to the thrusts in her ass. Eight year-old Amy was an expert cock-sucker, and the old man fucking her face soon blew his load in her mouth, which she swallowed greedily. He pulled out as he finished, leaving a streak of thin semen across her cheek. She barely caught her breath before another hard cock slipped between her lips. Kimmy 's young body was now bouncing between the two men who were raping her ass and pussy. Their sweat-slicked bodies made squelching noises as they rubbed together. The pain in her ass had receded, replaced by the familiar pleasure of a thick cock in her rectum. Her little clit was bumping against the pelvic bone of the man slamming her cunt, and she panted as she neared an orgasm. She felt the cock in her butt twitch, and the warm flood of semen in her ass sent her over the edge. She thrashed and yelled, hanging from her shackles, as an orgasm ripped through her small body. The man behind her slipped his wilting cock from her asshole and stepped away. The girl expected another cock to fill her ass, but instead she felt searing pain as a whip landed on her sweaty back. The sting took her breath away, and her pretty blue eyes flew open in surprise. Tears sprang from those eyes and spilled over her flushed cheeks as she caught her breath and a scream escaped her lips. The man in the Scream mask continued to pound into her wet pussy while she was whipped. On the chairs in front of the television, four men sat watching seven year-old Chelsea being hung upside down in the middle of the room. Ropes were tied around her ankles; then passed through rings in the ceiling, spreading her legs into a painful split. She little girl screamed at the pain in her thighs and hips as she was cruelly stretched, her head two feet off the floor. Tears and drool spattered the dirt floor beneath her head. Her arms had been tied behind her back, so she was securely bound and at the mercy of the two demented brothers. The innocent child screamed and cried as her tormentors spit on her upturned pussy and anus, which gaped open because of her cruelly stretched legs. Thick fingers poked into her most private openings. Charles tore through her hymen with his index finger while his brother pried her pussy lips open. The two perverts spread her virgin blood around on her labia and licked it off their fingers. Simon grabbed a broom handle and slathered vegetable shortening – the seventies' version of KY – on it. He then forced the rounded end of the wood rod down into the screeching child's anus. While she was raped in her ass, Charles kept his attention on her formerly virgin pussy. He held a leather razor strap in his hand, which he used to beat her tender labia, giggling as they bounced and turned red under his assault. The older brother had held the large video camera on one shoulder while he whipped the child's pussy, so the image was a little shaky, but the images were clear enough to see the girl's puffy preteen pussy lips squashed flat, to bounce back when the strap struck and lifted. The position of the child's legs left her pussy gaping open, and the strap dug into the dark pink flesh of the interior of the little girl's pussy. The four men watching this abuse were all masturbating. Two of the men were Charles and Simon Milton, the hosts for the evening. Charles reached across from his chair to stroke his brother's pale white cock while Simon yanked on Charles's penis. The septuagenarian brothers had grown close in prison, and had been lovers for almost twenty years. Simon slid his chair closer to his brother's so he could reach under his wizened ball sac and slide a spit-slicked finger up his older brother's wrinkled asshole. The other two men beat their own meat, waiting for the rape scene they knew was coming. Onscreen, the brothers lowered the screaming child until her hips were just below the level of their crotches. Simon gripped the girl's shoulders and swung her into a vertical position, increasing the pressure on her hips and thighs as the painful split went wider. He held her up while Charles poised his cock head against the screaming child's spread pussy lips. When Charles was set, Simon lowered the child onto his brother's seven inch cock, using her own weight to impale her on the pole of flesh. Chelsea screamed in agony as the cruel man's erect cock tore into her virgin cunt. As she continued to slide down on the hard shaft, Simon held his own wide cock head at the little girl's lubricated anus. His dick pushed through her sore sphincter as her pussy was stretched brutally from in front. Like Kimmy, the little girl was raped front and back, but much more painfully. Kimmy's legs were not stretched n a painful split, and her asshole and pussy had taken hundreds of cocks in them, while poor little Chelsea had been a virgin until her abduction by the criminally insane Milton brothers. Amy swallowed her second load of semen before the cock pounding her ass exploded, spraying her rectum with warm sperm. Someone focused a camera at her red-cheeked face as the cock pulled out of her mouth and dribbled the last of its cum on her upturned nose. As the men watching the video neared their climaxes, they were encouraged to waddle over and spurt their loads onto the bound eight year-old's face. The two men jerking themselves off came over first, painting the child's pretty face with lines of semen across her cheeks, nose and eyelids while her head was held up by her red hair. Charles and Simon watched the video until the end. Onscreen, Charles was getting an inspiration, and he whispered his plan in his brother's ear. Grinning, Simon nodded his head in agreement. He held the girl's naked, trembling body in his arms while Charles cut her down from the ceiling, and carried her upstairs while the older brother followed with the video camera. In the front room, they lit a small lamp and opened the heavy drapes about a foot, so they could all see through to the street in front of the house without anyone outside seeing in. They stuffed a large rubber ball inside Chelsea's mouth, which stayed in place behind her teeth. Thus gagged, the little girl could only squeak and moan her distress. Simon forced her to her knees on the sofa in front of the window, with her chest against the seat back and her face in front of the window pane. With her arms still bound behind her, the cruel pedophile sodomized the sobbing child as she watched the other neighborhood children running past the house, laughing and playing, going to other houses where sane people handed out candy and smiled at them, saying nice things. Charles recorded the anal rape on video. Tears and drool streamed down the child's face as she watched two of her friends stop in front of the creepy house. One pointed to the dark gloomy façade while addressing the other. The second girl shook her head and the two turned and skipped away together, followed by their mothers, who chatted happily and smiled at their daughter's retreating backs. Simon came in Chelsea's ass as her friends walked away, unaware that their friend was being raped mere yards from them. He took the camera from his brother and taped him forcing his much thicker cock into the child's abused anus. Chelsea screamed against her gag as the wide prick plowed into her rectum, lubricated by the other brother's semen. Just as Charles started thrusting harder, his orgasm approaching, Chelsea saw something that filled her with dismay. Her brother and his friends, who had ditched her earlier, were on the opposite side of the street, looking up and down the road. She could tell they were searching for her. She groaned incoherently against the obstacle in her mouth as Charles grabbed a fistful of her dark hair and pushed her face against the window. The seven year-old's cheek squeaked against the glass as her rapist blasted his cum in her asshole to join his brother's. The final shot of the movie showed a close-up of Chelsea's tear-streaked face pressed against the glass, while a blurred image of her brother walked away slowly in the background. The shot was accidental, and the brothers didn't find out the identity of the boy in the shot until months afterward, but it made this scene the most poignant they had ever shot. When the movie was over, the two elderly brothers went over to Amy and jerked each other off at her face. Simon wanked Charles's thick cock while massaging his prostate with a long bony finger up his ass. Thick ropes of sperm gushed from his cock head onto the girl's waiting tongue. The camera zoomed in on the girl's eager-looking face as she lapped up the semen. None of the perverts had ever seen girls like these. They were obviously not virgins, and actually seemed to like what was happening to them. After Charles had jacked Simon off on Amy's pretty face, the girl extended her neck to capture the head of Simon's cock between her lips and suck out the rest of his load. Kimmy shuddered through her third orgasm as the cocks slammed into her pussy and ass simultaneously. Scream mask guy had cum in her tight cunt fifteen minutes ago, and she had been taken by the last two men in the room to cum. Their relentless pounding had already brought her to her second orgasm, and her third left her limp and exhausted, but satisfied. The two men stiffened and came inside her within seconds of each other. The little girl hung limp from the manacles around her chafed wrists until someone remembered to unlatch them. She fell to the floor and climbed to her feet on shaky legs. She looked around her in a daze as the child rapists lounged in folding chairs and drank beer while watching a video of a four year old being double penetrated by the Simon brothers in 1972. She saw Amy still tied to the table as Charles blew his load in her face. Kimmy staggered to the table behind her bound friend. She could see the two loads of cum dripping from her friend's swollen anus. The kindergartener fastened her lips around her friend's asshole and slipped her tongue inside the gaping orifice, forcing the semen from Amy's butt onto her tongue. The man with the camera zoomed in on the perverted sight, and some of the others gathered around to watch. None of them had seen anything like this, and were at a loss as to how to proceed. They untied Amy and helped her to her feet. The two naked little girls stood close to each other nervously, wearing only their high heels. Kimmy looked up at the masked men. "So can we come back some time?" she asked. The child molesters were taken aback. None of them had ever been asked for a repeat performance from any of their victims before. The truth was, the Milton brothers were more than thirty years out of date when it came to the disposal of their victims. They hadn't spoken to their contact in the white slave trade from South America since before they had gone to prison. For all they knew, he was dead (which, in fact, he was). They decided to let the little sluts go. They were both in their seventies, and had spent more of their lives in prison than out. Going back wasn't a particularly terrifying proposition now. They returned Kimmy's skirt and Amy's pasties. That was all that was wearable any more. The two little girls scampered back to Amy's house giggling in relief. They had been seriously scared for a while there. When they got back to Amy's house, they found her that her brothers were all out and her dad was at a party next door. The two exhausted little girls climbed into Amy's bed, naked. Amy turned Kimmy onto her back and kissed her way down her friend's body to her freshly fucked pussy, paying special attention to her hard, sensitive nipples. Digging her tongue into the preteen's wet pussy, she was delighted to find the warm sperm the two rapists had deposited there earlier. She sucked the slimy load from her friend's cunt and licked her way down to Kimmy's abused anus. Amy pushed the five year- old's knees back toward her chest, exposing the tender rose bud to view. The perverted eight year-old sucked greedily at the wrinkled hole, extracting the sperm waiting there, as well. Kimmy moaned and whined passionately as her friend cleaned out her orifices, then drifted gently into a deep sleep. Amy crawled up next to the sleeping child and lay down next to her, one arm across her friend's belly. Both girls slept soundly, comfortable in each other's arms, dreaming about next Halloween. Epilogue: The Milton brothers kept little Chelsea captive for a month, and made forty tapes of her rapes and abuse. They sold her to their Columbian connection for one thousand dollars, a ridiculously low sum that the Miltons didn't even need. Chelsea was held captive in a filthy brothel in South America, without electricity or running water, for just over five years. On her thirteenth birthday, she was transported to a large farm in an area of cleared jungle, where she became a popular porn actress, specializing in zoophilia – sex with farm animals. She was forced to make several hundred videos with dogs, pigs, donkeys and horses throughout her teens. At the age of twenty, she was sold to a drug cartel, where she was again forced into prostitution. Her present whereabouts are unknown. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life in anyway shape or form. Anyone tempted to act out any of the scenarios in this story; should seriously consider seeking professional help. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 71