Clementine was a beauty. Her parents had created a wonderful little toy for him. He only wished they could be around for him to thank them
Carver lifted the covers up and he could feel his cock begin to stiffen. He forced the girl's legs open and Clementine mumbled a tired "no". Carver didn't care, he was going to get what he wanted.
Clementine squirmed around a little as he rubbed her. She was making noises like she was waking up. "Ssstop it..."
Carver's response was to shove a finger inside her.
She winced, eyes shooting open. "No! No please! Please don't. It hurts. It hurts! I'm hurt! Please! Please!"
"Shh...Calm down honey. It's okay." Carver spoke in a calm voice.
"No. No no no no no!" She panicked.
"Shhh! Shut up!" He covered her mouth, but the little bitch bit into his hand, refusing to let go. Carver swore and pulled himself off her. He delivered a sharp smack to the girl's reddened cheek, glaring at her. "You fucking bitch!"
"It hurts!" The girl complained.
Carver didn't care for her protest. He didn't want to stop. And he wouldn't.
It was too early, but that didn't matter to him. He had forced her legs open and was using fingers on her, touching her privates. She felt him force his fingers inside of her, while he rubbed his thing in his free hand.
He sat between her legs, furiously pumping his thing. He would spit on it and rub the spit all over the middle of it.
Suddenly he stopped, pulling his fingers out of her, he looked to the girl. Grabbing her head tight as he held his thing before her.
She knew what he wanted. Clementine violently attempted to get up, and Carver grabbed her and forced her back down.
"Oh, no you don't! You're gonna suck on this!" Carver said.
"No! Let me go." Clementine squealed in terror.
"Open your mouth," Carver order. "Now!" He gripped her jaw, hard, forcing her lips to part. He quickly took advantage a slipped his cock into her mouth.
Clementine closed her eyes as she readied herself, waiting for the liquid that she knew would be coming soon.
Carver started sliding the girl's head up and down on his cock, feeling the tip go deep into her mouth and enter the top of her throat. He would rest and pull out as he felt her gag reflex opening. He didn't want to come to early, and he knew that if he dropped his cock into the kid's throat, come he would.
"Ohhhh... yeah... just like that..." Carver told the child as he thrusted his cock into her mouth. Carver moved faster, feeling the come moving up inside of him - getting ready to shoot out. "Open your eyes, cunt. Open your eyes and look at me."
Clementine, confused, opened her eyes, looking to the man.
"Yes... fuck... are you ready?" Carver felt his orgasm getting closer, building quickly. "Keep it in your mouth. Swallow it all," He told her as his balls tightened...
She saw his waist shake a little and the man threw his head back and groaned and the thing in her mouth begin pouring the salty, bitterly, hot liquid onto her tongue.
"Swallow." Carver ordered.
Closing her eyes, she forced the disgusting fluid down. She gulped and swallowed it down, grimacing at the bitter taste.
Carver felt her tongue roll around the head of his penis, trying to avoid his semen. She obviously didn't like the taste of it - oh well! It felt fucking fantastic!
"Good girl." Carver praised. "Did you like that?" Carver asked, rubbing a finger over her private area. "Tell me you liked it."
"Y-Yes," Clementine said. "I... I liked it." She wasn't believable, and she got a slap for it.
"Mean it, you cunt! Or I'll bring Sarah in here and we can see if she does better." He threatened. "Try it again."
Clementine didn't want Sarah to have to feel the pain, the terror she felt. She didn't think Sarah could handle that. Her cheek still stinging from the blow, she replied, "I really liked sucking on your..."
"Cock." Carver said.
"Your cock." She whimpered, "It was fun."
"That's better," Carver said. The hand that struck her not but seconds earlier was now stroking top of her head, and the side of her face. His other hand was fingering her.
She was still sore from what occurred yesterday. She didn't want anymore.
"Hey, you know what I am going to do to you?" He asked the child.
Clementine was still dazed from the vicious throatfucking she just received and looked at the man between her spread legs. "Don't..."
"Don't what, honey?" Carver asked.
"Just stop. Leave me alone." Clementine pleaded.
"Don't talk back to me. You're in no position to give orders."
She looked away from Carver, who laughed.
"You know what's gonna happen, don't you?" He smirked. "I'm going to put this in you. I'm going to fill you up with my cock," Carver said, moving closer to the girl.
"STOP." Clementine said.
"Shush now, don't fucking scream!" Carver spat.
"I don't want this." Clementine shook her head.
"I don't care what you want. It's what I want." Carver told her. "You do what I tell you."
"No! Please don't do this! Not again!" Clementine begged.
"Shut up." Carver said.
"I'll do whatever you tell me! Just don't put it in me!" She pleaded, not wanting to feel the pain.
"What will you do then?" Carver questioned.
"I'll... I'll rub it. I'll suck it! Anything!" Clementine told him desperately.
"Will you now?" Carver asked.
Clementine gave a nod. "Yes."
"Well, I don't want that. If I did, I'd just force you to do it." Carver stated.
"No no no!" Clementine started to move away, turn, anything, but strong hands were holding her, pressing her into the bed. Her eyes opened wide as the very tip of Carver's cock pressed into her pre-teen vagina. She bucked her hips to get away - anything. It didn't work. She moaned low in her throat as the man between her legs started to drive into her.
She bit her lip hard. She wouldn't cry for him. Not this time. She could feel herself bleeding again as he moved inside her.
Carver laughed as her attempts to get free amused him.
"S-Stop." She choked.
"I'm not gonna stop." Carver refused.
"Stop it." Clementine said, a bit clearer with her demand.
"The more you tell me to stop, the worse it will get." Carver said. "You're mine."
"No I'm not." Clementine said.
"Yes, you are." Carver said. "Look at me." He demanded. "I want you to watch me fuck you." Carver stated simply. "Better yet," He pulled out, moving to sit up. "You're gonna ride me." He moved to lean back.
"What?" Clementine asked.
"Come here, honey." He motioned her to come to him. "You're going to fuck me. All by yourself. I'm going to sit back and enjoy it. Because if you don't, I'll spank you until you can't sit down. And then you'll still fuck me." She didn't move and Carver snapped, "Get over here now!"
She didn't want to be spanked, knowing that he was a psycho that derived pleasure from her pain. She crawled on her bed, moving up until she spread her legs wide, her knees on either side of his hips, her crotch aching from the wide expanse.
"It's nice and wet, so it should slide right in." Carver said.
He saw her raise up, scooting forward, Carver settled back, groaning softly as he felt himself rub against her, his cock jerking in pleasure at the delicious friction.
As she straddled herself over Carver, she paused to think about what was about to happen. As she sat there, Carver pushed down on her shoulders, sinking her down onto his length.
He watched her face grimacing as he began to push her body down onto his waiting cock.
It was huge as it shoved against her, she groaned as he pushed her little body down. She hated the look he gave her, so smug, forcing her to do such a terrible thing. Her private began to burn.
Carver saw the pained look on her face, his hands reaching out to grip her hips. "Ride it, honey." He urged her, his hands making her hips move from side to side, dancing on his cock.
The scream torn from her lips nearly terrified Carver, who's hands were on her hips holding her from pulling back.
"NO!" She struggled to get loose, but Carver held her pinned. Clementine was sure that she was bleeding pretty heavy. It was too soon to be feeling this pain again. It hurt terribly.
Carver enjoyed the pleasure her tight body gave him. He fought her attempts to escape, the powerful muscles in his arms able to keep her in submission. "Take more of it," He ordered her.
How could he enjoy her pain so much? "No... No more!" She cried out in pain, the continuous shoving sending her body into convulsions.
"You got lots more to take inside you." Only half of his cock was inside her, refusing to stop until she had taken it all.
"It hurts." Clementine whimpered.
"It's okay..." He soothed.
Clementine shook her head. "It's too soon for you to-"
"It's alright." Carver shushed her. "Just rub your cilt."
"My what?" Clementine gritted her teeth from the pain, raising a brow in confusion at his words.
Carver moved her hand to her private, "Feel that button? That's called your cilt right there." He pressed against it causing her to moan. "Rub it. Make yourself feel good like I showed you..."
Clementine did as he told, suddenly feeling a spark of pleasure. The more she rubbed the better it felt. She could still feel pain, but the sudden pleasure was a distraction.
"Yes. Good girl." He said, still moving his hips up. "Fuck yeah," Carver moaned. "Now ride me, honey!"
Clementine started to bounce up and down, slowly getting used to the pain. Feeling pleasure shoot through her body, she couldn't control herself.
"That's it," Carver moaned, lost in lust. "Such a good girl."
Clementine increased her pace as she kept rubbing her "cilt" as Carver called it. It felt good.
Carver watched her with a smirk. "Let me help you." He swatted her tiny palm away and took over, rubbing her cilt for her. "Ride me, honey."
Clementine obeyed as the man took over the duty of pleasing her.
"You want to cum, honey?" Carver asks, lips tickling the cartilage of her upper ear. He moves his lips lower, goosebumps form as his hot breath blankets the nape of her neck. He kisses her and whispers, "Can I make you cum?"
The girl's head nods slowly, unable to stop herself as his hand moves against her cilt.
Her breathing is shallow as Carver bites her earlobe and mutters. "I want you to cum for me, Clementine."
The child tenses her body. Carver continues to stimulate her and a quiet squeal escapes the girl's lips. The girl's face is so full of pleasure.
She begins to rock back and forth faster as she nears her orgasm. She started to buck wildly.
"Cum on my cock, you little whore," Carver moaned to her.
She didn't understand. Was he insulting her? She didn't think about that long as she felt too good to care.
"Keep going honey. All the way down." Carver muttered between his moans.
Clementine put her hands on his chest and started to ride him harder.
"Fuck my cock, honey," he moaned again. "Fuck it hard!"
Clementine bounced up and down hard on his cock.
"Fuck..." Carver sighed "I'm cumming!"
Clementine felt him erupt inside of her, causing her to also reach her peak as he squirted in her. She gasped out as she came, trembling from the pleasure before collapsed on him, struggling to catch her breath.
"Did you like that?" Carver questioned.
Clementine was silent trying to calm down after the rough fucking and her orgasm.
"Well, I liked it." Carver shrugged. "You don't have to say anything. That's fine."
After a few moments of lying there in silence, Carver asked, "You awake, honey?"
"It hurts..." Clementine mumbled softly.
"You'll get used to it eventually." Carver said.
Clementine didn't respond.
"Well...I've gotta get to work soon." Carver stood and started tying the dazed girl's wrists to the bed. "You be a good girl and stay put...Who am I kidding, you're not going anywhere." He said, rubbing a hand over her cheek. "Open." He ordered holding what looked like a rag in front of the girl's face.
"Wha-" Clementine snapped back into reality and quickly tugged of the rope holding her wrists. "No! Stop it!"
"Shush!" He said, shoving the rag into the struggling child's mouth. "I just don't want you screaming."
Clementine let out a noise of protest, but he ignored it. He checked once more that her bonds were secure before he quickly dressed himself and left her alone in the room.
Clementine quickly pulled on her bonds, but it did nothing except burn her wrists. She winced in pain, but continued to pull.
She had to get out of there. She had to call for help. She couldn't just lay there helplessly. She had to escape, she had to.