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Cute Part Nine
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NB - For various reasons I have skipped 09 in the filename.
Cute - Part Nine
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*IMPORTANT WARNING - PLEASE READ*
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This story is intended for broad-minded adults only. The series
includes several taboo subjects including some heavy S&M and very
young participants, and to many would be considered offensive.
It isn't intended to portray any part of real-life, and is purely
fiction. I would find such events abhorrent if real - However as
fiction they have an appeal that might be considered similar to the
'blood, guts, and gore' that result in many millions reading Stephen
King novels.
If you do enjoy *all* types of rude stories, from cute to kinky,
slightly dirty to downright obscene, please read on. Otherwise, as
they say, please do press CTRL C now...
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As Ian hung suspended from the stair banister, his mouth full of a
pair of little-girl panties that were sodden with his own sperm, his
aunt Tina spoke.
"I hope you don't mind kids, but as well as Juliette, I've a few other
people coming to our little party! I haven't seen my daughter,
Michaela for a few days, so my friend who's been looking after her
should arrive soon! Hmm. I do hope that Bobbi hasn't hurt her! You'll
love Bobbi Ian, maybe you too Sophie. She looks like an eighteen year
old Brigit Bardot, all pout and innocence, but she's a vicious slut
when she wants to be!
Then I've asked Nikki to come, because she loves me! Do you know her
Sophie? She's only thirteen, but she's very sexy. Doesn't like men
though, does she Ian?" Ian's memory flooded with the agony he had felt
when Nikki and Tina had burnt his cock with hot coffee, and hoped that
it wasn't an experience he'd have to repeat...
"I don't like men very much either, but I have told a few gay guys I
know that theres some nice juvenile ass here for them, should they
want it! Ian seems to be developing a taste for man after all, and I'm
sure they'll be pleased to help him broaden his new found interest!
And you never know Sophie, if I feel like it I might let them give
Juliette and yourself a little ass-fucking, especially if it makes Ian
jealous!"
"Oooh. Yes please!" said Sophie, much to Ian's evident distress. "I've
never done that before, and I bet it's really uncomfortable. Ian could
lick my bottom clean after they'd cum into it!"
"Sure he would" laughed Tina. "You're a spunky kid Sophie. I like you!
Anyway, all in all, I think this could turn out to be quite a night,
so to get me in the right mood, will you tell me some more of your
story?
Sophie grinned and returned to her tale.
"Taking a final pleasing look at little Anna and Jacqui's cum-
covered and tear-stained contorted little faces, the driver left
them, walking to the centre of the bus.
"So Ladies" he asked. "Who's going to be first?". They were all
so desperate for a piss, that all raised their hands immediately.
He scanned his eyes around the room. As he'd requested, they were
dressed up in various costumes. The dress he'd provided was
deliberately provocotive, showing lots of bare-flesh on both
mothers and daughters, so he rapidly felt his stiffness
returning.
He pointed at a striking red-haired woman near the back of the
bus, ushering her forward. As she walked, holding the hand of her
eleven year old daughter, he confirmed the 'rules'.
"You're all dressed up for me - that's a good start, and just as
well. When I call you forward, you're to wait while I set up a
'stage' for you. I may then want to apply a few props! Now I'm so
pleased with the way you all look, that I've decided to video
your little shows, as well as photograph them, so be ready to put
on your very best performance!
By the way, should you decide not to act properly, I won't mess
about!" Raising his arm he waved a short-barelled shot-gun,
raising a murmer of distress from his audiance.
He looked around as he spoke, his gaze settling on a little girl
stood by one of the aisle seats. Unlike the others, she remained
in her uniform gym-slip, its hem long by comparison, reaching
down to just above her knees. The driver loved the sight of a
little-girl's bare legs, and had chosen costumes accordingly, so
this infuriated him.
Running to her he grabbed the kid by one of her pig-tails, and
her mothers arm, pulling them forward. The mother, dressed in an
abbreviated police-woman's dress looked surprisingly unconcerned.
A pair of hand-cuffs hung from the woman's belt, that he snapped
shut on a wrist, attaching the other cuff to a nearby table.
Returning to the woman's child, he raised his hand to hit her
then stopped. Looking in the six year old's pretty round face, he
could clearly see the dark hue of a black-eye, and a swelling
around one of her ears. He took hold of the gym-slip's skirt and
lifted it over her head, then slowly unbuttonned her blouse. What
he saw surprised even him.
Her lithe young girlish body was covered with the welts of many
harsh whippings. Hundreds of scars criss-crossed her body, from
her upper thighs, over her pussy, her stomach, breasts, sides and
back. Many had drawn blood from the scabs that covered their
length. "Shit! Who did this to you kid?" he asked.
"Mommy and Daddy" she replied dolefully. He looked up at the
mother who was now smiling. "Fuck her if you want to.." she said.
"She's not worth much else, silly little bitch." The driver moved
his fingers to the daughter's swolan pussy, easily slipping in
two fingers. "I've fingered whores who are tighter than this!" he
exclaimed. The woman giggled. "Yes... We've been stretching her
since she was a baby! She's very obediant too. Watch!"
"Kitten? Push the man's gun into your pussy darling?" The little
girl pushed herself onto the table, lifting up her feet. Parting
her knees first, she reached for the barrel of the loaded
shotgun, pulling it between her knees, then down so that it
pointed at her sweet pink labia. Spreading these with her
fingers, she pulled at the barrel hard, squeeling as its front
sight tore slightly at the entrance to her love-canal. More
tugging left her crying but still she pulled, and soon six inches
of the barrel was inside of her, its outline visible as it
pressed out her lower abdomen.
The woman raised her fingers to her mouth, parting her puffy lips
slightly. "Go on.. Fire. I don't mind!" she said, her voice
turning husky, but this was too much, even for the driver. "You
really want me to, don't you?" he asked. The mother nodded
coquettishly. "Fuck me... Well, maybe later - this is too easy
for my taste. But you might be able to help me..."
The driver yanked the barrel from the little-girl's pussy,
pushing her off the table so that she landed in a heap by its
side. "Stay there!" he ordered, then opened the woman's hand-
cuffs. "I suppose you're enjoying all this?" he asked. "Ooh, yes.
But I don't want to get hurt!" she replied. "Ok. I'll let you
help if you want. First thing you can do is be my narrator as the
girls do their stuff. You manage that?"
"Sure!" she said. "My name's Heidi by the way. We make films of
Kitten all the time and I love talking dirty to her. If she
wasn't such a little gold-mine I'd have finished her off years
ago!"
"OK - well you can see our first two actresses here. This is what
we're going to do..."
The driver whispered into Heidi's ear for a few minutes, whilst
the Mother and daughter from the back walked back and forth,
hands pressed against the crotch, as they tried to forget their
desperate need to urinate.
The costumes they had chosen were those of a sporting scene. The
beautiful red-haired mother wore a green english Barbour jacket
that reached to just below her waist, a small bush of red pubic
hair visible underneath. The eleven year old daughter looked cute
in a yellow rubberised mac, with matching short yellow rubber
boots. Her Mac left slightly more to the imagination as it flared
out, to finish at her upper thighs. As a prop, the mother held a
short thick fishing rod, a small hook attached to a short length
of nylon fishing line that hung from its end.
"Right ladies. Time to start and don't forget the gun!" Heidi
pinned up a large white sheet across one of the wide windows that
were placd next to the central tables. She then unfolded a roll
of fabric onto which had been painted the backdrop of a fast
flowing Salmon river. The table was like a stage, as it sat
between the cameras and lights, and the backdrop.
The table was sufficiently low , and the bus ceiling high for the
mother to stand upright, as she was ushered up by Heidi. She
looked at the driver, frightened, as he reached into the carton,
a drew out a small plastic container.
"Hold the fishing rod out bitch!" he commanded, as he pulled on a
rubber glove. "Heidi, hold the girl." The slutty woman took the
red-head's child, pulling her onto her lap, a hand moving
straight for the eleven year-old innocent's pussy.
"We want this to be as realistic as possible, so lets add some
bait to your rod shall we?" asked the driver. From inside the
container, and using his gloved hand, he pulled out a long slimy
earth-worm, pushing one end of it's wiggling form onto the large
barbed fishing hook. "We'll prepare your little girl's rod in a
moment. First though, I'm going to blind-fold you both, just
because it looks better. He showed her two blindfolds, the second
rod, and four cotton wool ear plugs as he spoke. Quickly, he
wrapped the black silk material around her head, the pushed the
cotton into her ears. He faked a slap towards the woman's face,
but she didn't flinch. Moving his lips to her ear, he asked "You
don't mind if we rape your little girl do you?". Again there was
no response, the woman continuing to stand silently. "Good. Those
seem to have worked!". He heard a chuckle from Heidi and turned
to her.
"The kid wants to know when she gets her fishing-rod and
blindfold" laughed Heidi. The driver turned. "Sorry kid.. You're
not really going to be a fisherman. You're going to be your
mommy's fish! Heidi? The kid should be wet - this is where you
can use the bag.
As Heidi stood, the driver noticed blood seeping from the eleven
year-old's hairless little cunt. "What have you done now?" he
asked his assitant, exasperated. "Oh - nothing really - I just
love taking a little girls virginity. I had to push three fingers
in before she tore!" "Well get on with this for the moment, and
you can do what you like with any of them..."
Heidi moved to the terrified mother, and held the black plastic
bag between her thighs. "Piss Slut!" she commanded. When there
was no response she realised that the woman could't hear her, so
temporarily pulled one of the cotton-wool ear-plugs out and
repeated her command. A few seconds passed before the woman said
"I'm sorry.. I am! I can't - I've been holding on for too long!"
"Bullshit!" exclaimed Heidi, driving a clenched fist hard into
the poor woman's kidneys. "See! That helped!" she said, as the
womans urethra opened and a stream of yellow piss entered the
bag. It seemed to go on and on, but soon the torrent lessened,
and leaving the remainder to drip onto the table, Heidi held up
the bag.
"Ok - Now get the child onto the table!" Heidi picked up the
woman's daughter and after pulling off the mac, so as to leave
her naked, dropped her at the mother's feet. Tilting the bag, she
begin to pour its contents over the school-girl's pretty face,
into her hair, then all over her lithe young body. The baby-doll
tried to twist and turn but it was to no avail, and soon the
eleven year old looked like a slimy drowned rat.
"Slut!" the driver addressed the little girl, but she had her
fingers at her watering eyes, trying to clear then of her mothers
stinging urine. "Slut! Answer me!" Still the make-believe fish-
girl failed to respond. Then there was a little voice from under
the table. "Y-y-yes?" it came quietly. "Kitten you slag. He
doesn't mean you!" said Heidi. "Sorry" she smiled at the driver.
"We tend to call her that at home! Though since she answered
might you want to use her to demonstrate?"
"Good idea Heidi!" said the driver. "I'll make the woman'd kid
watch!" He took hold of the piss-covered girl's pig-tails and
dragged her to the table's edge. "Disobediant cow" he yelled,
driving his fist hard into her solar-plexus. As she folded in
agony, almost falling off the table, he continued. "Next time I
say 'slut' I mean you. Do you understand? And take your fingers
from your eyes - I like to see them all red and watery!
Now slut, do you see the hook on the end of your mommy's fishing
rod? In a minute I'm going to ask you to swallow it!"
The poor school-girl shook her head in fear, as she looked at the
cruelly barbed hook, and perhaps worse, the long earth-worm that
it impaled. "Do you want me to chop your fingers off? That's the
punsihment for disobediant litte girls! You'll never be able to
push them into your slutty little pussy again!" The idea of this
innocent little girl masturbating seemed very unlikely, but the
prospect of such damage made her shake her head.
"When your mommy's fishing for you, I want to see you playing
with the hook... Kitten here is going to show you what I mean."
Heidi was meanwhile telling her six year old slave-daughter what
was expected of her, and despite the kid's earlier show of
obediance, she didn't seem very happy with the demands.
"Kitten... If you don't do it we'll eat Delia for thanksgiving!"
"Who the fuck's Delia?" asked the driver. "Another daughter?"
"No" smiled Heidi. "I'm not quite that bad! It's Kitten's pet, a
little rabbit. Only thing I can think of that's actually fond of
her!"
The threat seemed to have worked, as Kitten knelt on the table
submissively, head down, and hands loosely clasped behind her
back. "Ha! You needn't have worried anyway. This is only a
demonstration!" the driver said to Heidi's girl. He picked up
another fishing rod from the floor, that instead of a hook and
worm, carried a little piece of licorice candy, that had been
dipped in some red food coloring. Placing it in the hands of theo
the red-haired mother, he yelled into her ears that she should
practice her part.
She swung the rod as if casting while Kitten lowered her self
onto her tummy and started writhing around the table, at the
woman's feet. Each time the suspended licorice landed on the six-
year old's naked body, it left a red dot of food-coloring. Kittin
manoevered herself around until her childish little bare pussy
was under the licorice, pulling her tiny labia apart, and
allowing the candy to enter her pussy. Believing that the driver
had tugged on the line, the blind-folded red-head jerked at the
rod, pulling the licorice back out with a pop.
"Now your bottom Kitten!" said Heidi, and watched her daughter
take the line and move it to her behind. The six year old pulled
apart the cheeks of her ass, and slipped the licorice into her
anus. Again, the mother jerked at her rod, but as the hook-less
line flew up, it was apparent that the licorice had come off. "If
that happens, we replace the bait" said the driver, tying a new
piece to the end of the line.
"Now your mouth slut!". Kitten twisted round, so that the licrice
was in her face, but instead of taking it into her mouth, she
licked the candy up and down. Allowing a third of the three inch
length of candy between her lips she sucked it in, and gently
blew it out, as if she was giving head! "There's no point in her
swallowing it" said the driver. "But we want to check that the
woman's strong enough!" He ushered Kitten back under the table,
and looped the line around the thick wooden crate that had
previously contained the costumes. The woman pulled up on the
rod, but the box wouldn't budge. "Take off her blindfold and ear-
plugs for a second Heidi, and move her kid where she can't be
seen?" he asked.
When the woman was allowed to look, all before her was a harmless
length of nylon string connected to the large box. "When we
photograph the two of you fishing, we want the rods really
carrying a weight, high near the buses roof. Try harder!" The
woman flexed her muscles and heaved up, and the box swung upwards
until it was 5' from the table. "Yeah - Make it swing a bit", he
ordered, watching the box swing around near the ceiling. "Good -
now we can get your kid to do the same thing then think about
starting!" Relieved, the woman allowed the box to fall, hitting
the table with a large thump, then bent down as her blond-fold
and ear plugs were replaced. She put down the rod, as Heidi fixed
the silk on tightly, giving the driver a chance to swap back in
the worm-bated rod.
When Heidi put the woman's daughter back onto the table the
driver spoke to her. "Do you really understand what we want you
to do?" he asked. "Yes..." replied the eleven year old. "I..I
can't do it. I'll let you spank me, or beat me, or injure my
pussy, but please not this?" she pleaded. The driver pointed the
shotgun at her mother's face. "You agree now, or I shoot mommy!".
Realising the futility of arguing, the small girl lay her piss-
soaked smelly naked body onto the table, as she had just seen
Kitten do, and the mother unwittingly started to lower the
cruelly spiked hook towards her, the worm thrashing away in its
captured state.
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At anon-sk's request (and since he commented), I've quickly put
together this chapter, and uploaded it. However, it's mid-week, and
his was the only comment, so I allowed myself to keep it fairly brief,
and leave things in suspense.
If you want to see more, remember from CUTE08 that I'm after the
following ideas:-
Some inventive scenarios for the other mother/daughter "photo
sessions" on Sophie's imaginary bus. Please describe the dress,
the girls/mothers themselves, and what they each have to do, and
I promise to use all that appeal to me. What I'd really like to
see would be you write one yourself, but that's your choice.
Upload as a CUTEC either way.
Ian's girlfriend, 12 year old Juliette is due to arrive soon,
dressed for a party and unaware (as are her parents) of Tina's
malicious intentions. Some ideas of what will happen to her?
Bobbi, (Tina's presumably lesbian friend), and Michaela (Tina's
daughter) will also feature in the next chapter. Any comments
aside from those already offered by anon-sk are appreciated.
Note to Anon-sk
You were asking for comments on sunder04. Well I thought it was
great - I stand by my suggestions uploaded in sund-c04 (I assume
you saw this?), but will put together a specific S04 set of
comments real-soon-now! Keep writing...
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