Archive of Our Own

Chapter 1

 

Danielle’s life up to this point hadn’t exactly been easy; she had been on her own since she was 13, when she came out as trans to her parents. She had expected the conversation to be pretty rough and she fully expected her parents would be upset. As she tearfully poured her heart out to them, her father didn’t even look at her, and her mother spent most of the time crying into her hands.

Danielle had talked for a full 15 minutes with no interruptions—a pretty carefully rehearsed speech she had been thinking about for months by then. She knew her parents didn’t care for that sort of thing; the whole LGBT thing just made no sense to them. They knew from church they were supposed to be against it, but they never really knew any people from that community, so Danielle felt certain if she just tried to explain things they would eventually come around and understand that it wasn’t such a big awful, scary thing.

When she’d finished her little speech, her dad finally spoke: “Get out of my house!” was all he said; she could hear the barely contained rage in his voice, but she still couldn’t really comprehend what he was saying, “Wait…are you…” she started, when her father sprang to his feet in front of her and screamed, “Just get the fuck out!” “No son of mine is gonna be a fucking faggot!” She wanted to explain that being trans didn’t actually mean she was gay, but all she managed was “Dad, it’s not…” before she felt his fist connect with her cheekbone. She practically spun around 360 degrees before she dropped to the floor like a sack of potatoes and everything went black for a second or two. When she came to, he was standing over her still screaming, “Just get the fuck out, before I have to really hurt you!” She looked to her mother who was still sitting at the kitchen table, crying, not looking at her, “Mom, I…” Danielle started, but her dad raised his fist and lunged towards her. She slid back on the floor on her ass before getting up and sprinting out of the house.

She’d had to flee with literally nothing but the clothes on her back, no money, no phone, nowhere to go. She had stayed with some friends for a few weeks, trying to get in touch with her parents again once they’d hopefully cooled down a bit. Every time she called them, her dad would hang up the phone the moment he heard her voice. She couldn’t understand what was happening; her parents had never been the most supportive or loving people in the world, but at worst she had been ignored through a lot of her childhood. Besides getting slapped a couple of times, her parents had never been violent. She could only assume this was just a temporary thing and once they got over the shock things would get better.

She learned pretty quick that she was sorely mistaken; not long after she called them the first time her parents began calling her friends’ parents to warn them that their son had run away from home and might be a bad influence on their kids. That coupled with her already noticeable feminine mannerisms and shoulder-length hair didn’t exactly leave her feeling particularly welcome anywhere in their small community. She spent a couple of weeks sleeping outside or in whatever shelter she could find; a few of her friends would bring her food or money once in a while so she could buy something to eat.

 

Chapter 2

 

After a month or so, she became pretty convinced things weren’t going to get better, and after spending a few hours crying on a bench after she woke up, she just started walking. She didn’t know where she was going or how she was going to get there, but it hardly seemed to matter anymore. In the days after, she did end up regretting not letting any of her friends know she was leaving, especially since they had no way to contact her. She walked for a couple of days, stopping in different small towns to rest or get some food. She didn’t like the idea of stealing, but she didn’t have a lot of other options. She’d go into supermarkets and eat some stuff when nobody was looking and steal a Coke Zero, which she would drink in the store too, then she’d scurry out just pretending she didn’t want to buy anything.

She decided to head for the city, but the closest thing that wasn’t just a large town was about 150 miles away, so walking didn’t seem like the greatest option. Hitchhiking was certainly faster, but quite a bit less pleasant. At her age, with fairly long hair, even without makeup, she presented pretty well as female, albeit a very flat-chested one. The first couple of cars who picked her up were perfectly nice; one was an older married couple, and another was a younger man. But they only drove her about a dozen miles nearer to her destination in total before they had to head elsewhere, and she was back to walking. The third car that stopped for her was a guy in his mid-30s. He seemed perfectly friendly at first, but when he learned where she was going, suddenly changed. He became very adamant that he would drive her the whole way in exchange for sex. When she refused, he became a lot more aggressive about it, while still somehow making it sound like he was trying to do her a favor.

She tried to get him to stop the car, but he refused, telling her, “I offered to give you a ride, and I’m true to my words; I’ll take you as far as is convenient to me.” She had thanked him for some reason, even though it made her feel dirty inside just to hear those words come out of her mouth. He never relented offering to take her the entire way, even grabbing her thigh and telling her to “lighten up.” She finally agreed to give him a blowjob if he would drive her to the city; he agreed, clearly very excited, rubbing his crotch. He pulled into the next truck stop and immediately pulled his dick out in front of her. Danielle had never had sex with anyone before. She’d always felt awkward in her own body and never really felt comfortable getting naked or “groping” with someone else. She’d never even really had a real boyfriend or girlfriend; the last girlfriend she had was when she was 10. They had kissed twice in the 3 weeks they “dated,” and that was about as much as she’d ever experienced of physical intimacy.

He stroked his cock a few times, then wiggled it back and forth with his thumb, “Get to work, slut.” He grinned, pretending like he didn’t notice the tears welling up in her eyes as she bent down and took it into her mouth. It tasted awful, really sour and sweaty; she almost gagged several times, but he didn’t seem to care one bit. Despite the no doubt terrible job she was doing, he seemed to be loving it. She knew enough to know she should be using her tongue, but the taste was so foul she did her best to keep her tongue out of the way of it, just leaving her lips lightly closed around the shaft while jerking him off with one hand. After a few minutes, he started groaning louder, then suddenly he grabbed her hair and held her in place as he stabbed his cock deeper into her mouth. As he came, it squirted down her throat and seemed to completely fill her mouth with the most disgustingly bland salty musk she’d ever experienced.

When he finally let go of her head, she flung the door open and spit out as much as she could, then ran off to the nearby bathrooms to rinse her mouth. She practically threw up as she stood in front of the sink filling her cupped hands with water and tasting it everywhere inside her mouth. It was as if every surface in her mouth was completely covered by that nasty slime. She rinsed her mouth three times; she could still taste it, but at least it wasn’t quite as all-encompassing anymore. When she left the bathroom, the car was gone. She wasn’t sure whether to be happy or angry about it, so she sat down and cried instead.

Once she composed herself, she was left with a strange duality of feelings. On one hand, she was angry, hurt, and disgusted by what he had done. On the other hand, she couldn’t help feel kind of liberated by finally having been recognized and treated as the gender she had identified with for so long. She hated that there were any positive feelings about it at all, and this was definitely not the way she had wanted to have her first real interaction as a girl. She couldn’t help but see that little bright spot as at least some hope for the future, that someday she might just be accepted as the gender she identified with rather than just being met with disgust and anger.

She had always secretly hoped that she would be able to pass as a girl eventually. Over the past couple of years especially, she had been very focused on it; she had started letting her hair grow longer and even experimented with makeup. With the right makeup, she actually thought she was kind of cute. She felt she had good bone structure to match what she thought was a “pretty” female face, and now being taken for a girl even without makeup actually felt kind of nice in a way. She had always been small for her age; she had been annoyed by it when she was little, but by now she was pretty thrilled that she wouldn’t end up as a 6’2” burly woman, who might be “accepted” as female, but always questioned about it. At 13, she was only 4’8” and a little under 70 lb.

The real reason she had decided to finally come out and have the talk with her parents was due to some recent changes she did not appreciate. She had hoped to maybe eventually convince them to let her get puberty blockers. She noticed her voice getting deeper, although she was able to control it for the most part if she made an effort. There was also the annoying problem of facial hair, not a huge problem yet but it was only a matter of time. Now she obviously had no chance of getting anything like that and would just have to hope and pray her body didn’t change in ways that couldn’t be undone eventually.

She got up when she spotted a trucker walking toward her. He yelled if she was okay or needed help, but she didn’t stick around to find out the sort of help he was offering. She sprinted off in the opposite direction through some trees until she made it back to the main road. According to the road signs, she was still about 115 miles from her destination. She didn’t really feel in the mood to hitchhike any further so she walked another four miles to a small town where she could “borrow” some food and find a place to sleep.

She woke up feeling pretty good the next day, like she had renewed energy in spite of what happened the day before. As she strolled around the town the night before, she did notice a couple of people in stores refer to her as “miss” or “honey,” and she couldn’t deny it felt pretty damn good and was a nice little confidence booster.

She tried hitchhiking again, feeling pretty invincible and confident at the start, until the first car stopped with a man alone inside. She could picture herself walking up to the car and telling the man, “Oh, sorry, I’ve gotten mixed up; I’m actually going the other direction, sorry.” All casual and chill, and he would give her a friendly little wave and take off again, never knowing there was any sort of problem. Instead, she just shook her head violently at him and ran off without saying a word. She ran off between some trees and bushes, feeling almost certain the man would try to follow her. She ran a couple hundred feet and crouched down behind a bush, watching intently for the man who was no doubt coming at any moment.

She would jump every time the wind made the leaves on nearby bushes move, but after a few minutes she finally made her way back to the road, finding the car to be long gone. She felt kind of stupid; she told herself it’s not even like the other man had raped her; he had been annoyingly persistent, sure, but she had agreed to do it before he did anything. It was no reason to believe every single man out there would want to rape her. It was easy enough to think those rational thoughts when she was just standing there by herself, but the next car that stopped with a man by himself inside, she once again ran off.

It wasn’t until a car stopped with an elderly couple inside that Danielle finally got up the courage to approach the car. The woman rolled her window down and asked where she was going. When Danielle told her, the man said, “We’re not going that far, sorry,” and made as if to take off, until the woman slapped him on the arm. She turned back to Danielle with a big smile, “We can’t take you all the way, but we can probably take you about forty miles if you want, sweetie.” Danielle told her that would be great and thanked them both profusely. After the experience the day before and the two prior scares that day, the relief she felt as she got into the car was enough to almost bring her to tears.

They both seemed perfectly nice; the man was brusque and no-nonsense, not really saying much to either of them, but he seemed friendly enough when he did speak. His wife seemed like she’d been waiting all day for someone to talk to; she spent most of the ride turned halfway around in her seat to talk to Danielle, who was more than happy to have someone to talk to as well. There was a little moment of discomfort when the woman asked Danielle’s age. Her brain went into a panic about what the right answer was in this situation; she took far too long to finally respond, “Eighteen, ma’am,” followed by an uncomfortable silence as the woman looked her up and down, then reached over and patted her on the knee, “Of course you are, darling.” She said with a friendly smile, though they both clearly knew Danielle was lying.

After thirty minutes or so, the man pulled the car over by an off-ramp, announcing, “This is our stop; hope you can find someone to take you the rest of the way.” The wife slapped him on the arm again, “You can’t seriously be considering leaving a little girl alone by the side of the road?” The man looked at her; he looked tired and exasperated, the wife stared right back, her eyes bright and intense. It felt to Danielle, like an hour’s worth of discussion was exchanged in that glance. The man sighed and took off, continuing down the road toward the city.

Danielle was astonished and grateful beyond anything she had ever felt before; she tried to thank them but she was choked off by the tears halfway through the word. The woman reached a hand into the backseat, and Danielle took it in both her small hands, grasping it tight as she tried to get her tears under control again. “You’ll be okay, sweetie; we’ll make sure you get where you need to go.” Of course, Danielle had no idea where to go once she got there; she’d only ever been to the city a handful of times; her parents hated the traffic so always just went to the larger towns if they needed something they couldn’t get locally.

She told them if they could just drop her off at the stadium, she’d be able to find her way through the small streets to her friends’ place, claiming it would just be easier and quicker to walk than to drive the last bit of the way. The woman didn’t seem particularly convinced by her story, but didn’t press the issue, as if she understood there was a good reason for the little white lies Danielle kept telling. By the time they dropped her off, she was struggling to not simply beg them to take her home with them and adopt her, but she was pretty sure the woman may actually take her up on it and she’d find out the truth and try to send her back to her parents.

Danielle had thanked them over and over again like a broken record; the woman gave her her phone number and told her to call if she ever needed anything or just wanted to talk. Even from the backseat, she could tell the husband was rolling his eyes at that. Danielle put the note in her pocket and told her she would, but she knew she would never actually call that number. She didn’t want to get these sweet people involved in whatever mess her life was turning into. She waved goodbye with a huge cheerful smile on her face as they drove off; the smile quickly faded as the car turned out of view. She was all alone, and the city suddenly seemed impossibly huge around her.

 

Chapter 3

 

The next few weeks were kind of hectic for her; she didn’t know what she was trying to find in the city, but she had assumed she’d know it once she got there. She still stole most of her food; it wasn’t as easy to get away with it as it had been in the small towns, but since she was clearly underage, she was able to usually talk her way out of trouble and convince people it wasn’t worth calling the cops. A couple of times when she got caught, she offered to work off whatever money she owed them. Of course, by then she hadn’t had a proper shower in weeks and was still wearing the same clothes she’d left home in, although she had tried to wash it as best she could in a fountain late at night.

She tried begging for money for a while, but usually wound up just getting chased off, and she didn’t like to be pushy about it, so she didn’t get a lot of money. Half the people who did give her anything would suggest lewd things she could or should do for it, but at least it made her enough money to get a bit of food legally. Finally, she decided begging wasn’t going to get her anywhere in the long run; she chose to accept one of the lewd offers. She still wasn’t comfortable trying anything more than what she had already endured, so she sucked the guy’s dick for 10 dollars. He was old, at least in his forties, and he wouldn’t stop talking about how cute and young she looked the whole time; she felt really creeped out by it.

He made her swallow all of it after he came in her mouth, saying he wouldn’t pay her if she didn’t. It was disgusting and sour, but she managed to force it down and keep it down just long enough to get her 10 dollars and for the man to walk around the corner before she puked. She didn’t know a ton about sex yet, but she knew enough to know that what she had just done made her a whore. On the bright side, 10 dollars was enough to keep her fed for the day, with enough left over to buy a few necessities she was sorely missing. The first thing she bought was a toothbrush and toothpaste, then a small bottle of shampoo and a pack of small soap bars. She brushed her teeth immediately after she bought it. She could hardly believe how good it felt, after her diet of mostly chocolate bars, chips, and coke for the past month. That night she got herself cleaned up in the fountain; despite the mild weather, the water was uncomfortably cold. She used another couple of the soap bars trying to clean her clothes; it didn’t work great, but once she put it back on, she did feel cleaner than she had in a long time.

The next day she sucked off two guys, netting her a sweet 30 bucks; she asked for 20 dollars from the second guy because he wanted her to be topless. Not that she had anything of interest on her chest, but she felt really uncomfortable about it, and the way he loved how flat she was made her even more uncomfortable. Comparing her to much younger girls while she worked his cock to the best of her ability trying to get it done quick.

She didn’t exactly enjoy the work much, but it did allow her to get money for food and some new clothes and the basic necessities. It also didn’t take too long for her to get a lot more comfortable about what she did, despite her religious upbringing; she was pretty quick to accept that this is just what she had to do to get by.

It wasn’t long before she learned that some people might be less thrilled with her physical situation than they appeared. She was blowing a middle-aged man who kept trying to get her to go further with him. He eventually pinned her down and pulled her pants down, then became furiously angry when he saw her penis. He jumped back and got to his feet, calling her every nasty name in the book, while she tried to pull her pants back on and get away. He called her a whore, queer, faggot, accused her of lying to him, when she hadn’t ever claimed to be a woman; he had just assumed.

He started kicking her before she could get her pants back on; he kicked her in the stomach causing her to roll over on her side, then kicked her ass and her thighs. When she rolled onto her stomach, he kicked her between the legs twice. The pain was excruciating, and all she could think about was trying to get herself out of the situation. She tried to crawl or roll away, unable to get to her feet; she didn’t make a lot of progress before he threw himself on top of her. Moments later, she’d lost her anal virginity as the man continually rained down blows on her head and back.

She did her best to protect her head with her arms, but she didn’t really expect to survive it after a while. When the man finally got off her after he’d finished, he kicked her in the side again and just walked away like it was nothing, leaving her terrified and in shock. It had been a while before she could even pull herself together enough to get her clothes back on, and even longer before she was able to stand up again. There was quite a bit of blood, mostly from her mouth and nose; it didn’t feel like anything was seriously broken, though a couple of her teeth felt a bit loose, and she was in severe pain.

Up till that point, she had mostly gotten by by herself, not wanting to really involve anyone else in her problems. This time though, she felt like she needed some actual help, so she went to a free clinic where they got her cleaned up and gave her a few stitches and some over-the-counter painkillers. The people were very nice, though they kept trying to convince her to seek help from some of the local places working with homeless youths. Danielle didn’t want to get involved with any of that; she felt certain if anyone in any official capacity learned about her, she’d be sent back to her parents, and she didn’t even want to think about what her dad might do to her then.

They did let her stay in one of the back rooms overnight because she had a mild concussion and they felt it would be safer than having her sleeping on the street. The next morning she felt a bit better, especially after getting some decent food. She asked them if they knew of anyone she could go to about getting puberty blockers, but they said they couldn’t get involved in something like that if she was under 18. She felt pretty discouraged as she left the place, but she was followed outside by a girl who had been visiting the clinic too, who struck up a conversation with her. The girl’s name was Nadia; she was a stunningly gorgeous 17-year-old brunette. Much to Danielle’s surprise, she told her she was trans as well, and she had a place nearby where Danielle could stay if she wanted to.

It wasn’t easy to put her trust in a stranger, but she went with Nadia to see her place after all. It turned out to be not so much a “place” and more of a small tent with a sleeping bag inside next to a bunch of other tents. Danielle had been through the area before, but hadn’t even considered staying there or even talking to any of the people; it just seemed way too depressing, and she didn’t feel like she’d sunk that low just yet. But now seeing that someone like Nadia was staying there, maybe it wasn’t as bad as all that.

 

Chapter 4

 

She had accepted Nadia’s offer and moved into her tent that day. A lot of her new neighbors seemed scary at first, but Nadia introduced her around to some of them. Their section seemed to be mostly LGBT, a few other trans girls and guys, and a bunch of gay men; also some straight women who just felt more comfortable there. Further up the road were mostly straight men and women and couples who could protect each other. Based on Nadia’s telling of things, it seemed like the LGBT section were generally pretty protective of each other when people tried harassing them. There were lots of drug addicts and mentally ill people, but they seemed friendly enough; Danielle still felt pretty anxious around them though.

Nadia seemed really put together compared to most of them, although Danielle soon learned she had her own drug problems as well. She smoked a lot of meth and crack, especially before and after work. Most of the people in the LGBT section were sex workers; Nadia had been doing it since she was 15 and could very much relate to Danielle’s recent troubles. She was happy to help nurse Danielle back to full health and teach her some tricks of the trade.

Danielle didn’t feel much like leaving the tent for the first few days; Nadia didn’t mind, just telling her to take it easy and try not to make a mess of her stuff. Not that there was a lot of stuff in the tent; Nadia carried most of her important things with her at all times. She kept some clothes and makeup in the tent, but drugs, money, keys, her phone, and whatever else she had on her. She also had a storage locker at the bus station where she would keep some extra clothes and most of her money, as well as any important documents, just in case the tent was robbed.

Nadia was awesome; she was really sweet and caring, at least for the most part. Sometimes the drugs would cause her to act weird and freak out, scaring Danielle a bit. They only had the one sleeping bag; Danielle tried to tell her she was fine just sleeping on the floor of the tent, but Nadia insisted they could both fit inside the sleeping bag together. She was pretty surprised when they squeezed in together tightly; she could feel Nadia’s breasts against her back. She thought for sure she was just wearing fakies, but they were very real. Nadia told her she’d been taking estrogen since she was 16 and had developed them pretty quickly. They were small but looked really cute on her; Danielle was pretty jealous about it, though she didn’t say anything.

The first couple of nights they’d just slept snuggled up in the sleeping bag, but on the third night something new happened. Nadia had been a bit high on something that had put her in a very good mood. Danielle felt it as soon as she got in the sleeping bag with her; she ignored it. She’d felt Nadia get hard a couple of times during the night and it had been no big deal. That night, however, Nadia started grinding against her butt and kissing her neck. Danielle had tried to stop her a bit, feeling uncomfortable about it, but Nadia wasn’t in the mood to stop. She slid Danielle’s panties down and gently pushed herself inside. Danielle had been crying and asking her to stop; Nadia just kept making soothing sounds as she proceeded.

“You’re so pretty and sexy,” Nadia cooed at her as her cock slipped deeper into Danielle’s still sore butt, after her virginity had so brutally been taken from her a couple of days prior. “Just relax, baby, I’ll make you feel good.” She continued, reaching down to stroke Danielle’s cock. Danielle had hardly ever even touched her own cock in a sexual way before, let alone let someone else do it. It felt very weird and unnatural at first, but as she felt it harden between Nadia’s fingers, it did also feel really good. She was able to relax a bit, and Nadia’s gentle fucking even started feeling really good; her cock wasn’t as big as the guy who had raped her the other day, and she wasn’t as angry and aggressive. It didn’t take long before Danielle started pushing her butt up against Nadia’s thrusting.

Nadia clearly sensed the mood changing in the sleeping bag and picked up her pace just a little bit, while still being as gentle as possible. Danielle was starting to really feel good, especially her hard little 3-inch cock was loving what Nadia’s fingers were doing. It wasn’t her first time ejaculating, but it was the first time that wasn’t on accident; she had never brought herself to orgasm before. The sensation came so suddenly she didn’t have time to say or do anything, and she shot her cum all over the inside of the sleeping bag. Nadia teased her fingers around the sticky mess in Danielle’s crotch for a minute, then wrapped both arms around her, holding her firmly but softly while fucking her ass a little bit harder.

After Nadia unloaded inside her ass, she hugged her tight, “you’re such a good girl.” She whispered as she pulled out and drifted off to sleep almost immediately. Danielle lay awake for a while, feeling a little conflicted about the whole thing. She had asked Nadia not to do it, and she hadn’t stopped, but at the same time it had been her first pleasurable sexual experience. The following day they did it again, giving Danielle her first fully consensual sexual experience.

After 4 days hardly leaving the tent, Danielle decided it was time to get back out in the world. She was still covered in bruises and the cuts on her face weren’t completely healed, but she didn’t hurt all over constantly. Nadia showed her a park nearby with a pool where they could usually get a shower for free. They went inside, and Nadia suggested it was best to keep their panties on just to not cause problems. It was Danielle’s first time actually getting a look at Nadia topless, and she couldn’t take her eyes off her breasts. “Don’t worry, you’ll get your own someday,” Nadia told her playfully. Danielle tried to put on a brave face, but she felt really insecure about her flat chest around Nadia.

After the shower, Nadia helped her put on makeup, and Nadia insisted they both shave, even though Danielle didn’t think she really needed it. Nadia had a cute little landing strip above her cock, but she said Danielle should shave it completely smooth, at least as long as she was will flat-chested. They went shopping for a new outfit from Goodwill. Danielle didn’t have a lot of money, but Nadia was happy to help her pay for it, giving Danielle a tight side hug and telling her “we’re practically married now; might as well merge our bank accounts.” Danielle couldn’t tell how much of that was just Nadia joking around, but she felt pretty good about it.

Nadia had a couple of different outfits she liked to work in: short skirts, tight tops, fishnet stockings, and all the usual stuff that made it pretty clear what she was doing. It wasn’t easy to find something at Goodwill that would actually be sexy in a size that would fit Danielle. After trying on 6 different outfits Nadia had picked out for her, none of which had the right look, Nadia gave up with an exasperated sigh, “ugh, you just look so fucking cute in everything.” She finally picked out an outfit with a short white tank top with the words “Lil’ Princess” in pink and purple on the front, a pair of tight white denim shorts that were just a little bit too small, white knee socks, and clean white sneakers. They got the whole thing for $14; Nadia also bought a handful of red strawberry lollipops she could put in her back pocket and be sucking on while waiting for customers.

“You’re gonna look so fucking cute, babe,” Nadia told her excitedly. “It’ll take some more upkeep to keep it looking nice, but I think it’ll be worth it.” Danielle wasn’t really thrilled about playing up her youth; she was creeped out by the pedophiles, but Nadia was so excited she didn’t make any complaints. They went back to the tent for a while after they finished up and had sex in the sleeping bag again. It was quickly becoming less a sleeping bag and more of just a cum sack, but neither of them were too bothered by it.

 

Chapter 5

 

At 8 PM they went off to where Nadia did most of her work; there were already a handful of other girls there, as well as what looked more like a man in drag than a trans woman. The other girls were all cis; they all seemed pretty happy to learn Danielle was trans too, probably meant less competition for them. They were all really friendly except for the man who mostly stayed by himself. The women were all cooing about how cute and adorable Danielle looked; most of them couldn’t believe she was actually 13, thinking for sure she was 11 or maybe 12 at most. Danielle wasn’t exactly thrilled by that, but she was happy that Nadia was clearly pleased by it.

The area was pretty open, not at all the dark sort of alleyways Danielle had been picturing this sort of thing happening in. Nadia had her wait a few steps behind her while she did most of the talking. A couple of the other girls got picked up first, and Nadia was turned down a couple of times when she told them she had a little something extra between her legs; it made Danielle feel kind of bad for her, but Nadia clearly didn’t mind. She said it was better to be upfront right away to avoid any nasty surprises.

After 30 minutes a very nice black car pulled up; clearly Nadia knew the driver already. She walked right up to the window telling him, “Hey, baby, wanna take me for another ride?” A few seconds later she motioned for Danielle to come over. Nadia put an arm around her, “I’m babysitting my little sister today, do you mind if she joins us?” she asked the man. Danielle took the lollipop out of her mouth with an audible pop, “Hi, Sir.” She told him, waving at him with 3 fingers as her thumb and index finger held the lollipop. The man looked beyond excited, “Is she also…” he asked pointing towards Danielle’s crotch.

Nadia grabbed Danielle’s crotch with a giggle, “Don’t worry, baby, she’s got a cute little package too.” She nudged Danielle to turn around, then smacked her butt, “and a really tight little, preteen, butt.” She winked at him, whispering the word conspiratorially. Danielle didn’t really like that, but she knew she had to play along. “How much?” the guy wanted to know, “50 bucks for the both of us, 60 if you wanna fuck me bareback, 100 if you want us both bare.” She told him without skipping a beat, before adding, “I gotta be protective of my little sister, so if you want her sweet ass bare it’ll cost ya.” The man looked them both up and down then asked them to give him 10 minutes to get some cash.

As he drove off Nadia hugged Danielle with a huge smile on her face, “This is so perfect, babe, guys go crazy for little girls and sisters, we can make so much money from this!” She exclaimed, kissing Danielle on the lips. Danielle was going to say something, but she completely forgot what it was as soon as Nadia’s lips touched hers. She told Danielle she usually got 25 dollars, 35 without a condom, for sex. Now they were getting 100 and with the two of them together they would be safer and only have to do half as much work each.

The guy returned after a few minutes; they both got into the front seat of the car, Danielle seated on Nadia’s lap. As they drove off he asked what he had clearly been dying to ask ever since he first saw her. “How old is your little sister, honey?” he asked, as he groped Danielle’s thigh softly. Nadia had her arms around Danielle’s waist and gave her a gentle little squeeze, “Tell the nice man how old you are, baby.” Danielle wanted to tell him the truth, but Nadia was so giddy about it she couldn’t let her down, “I’m 11, Sir.” She told him. He gave her thigh a harder squeeze, “And such a sexy little girl already!” he remarked; she just smiled back at him, feeling a little embarrassed. “You’ll have to excuse her, she’s kinda shy, it’s her first time with a man.” Nadia lied.

He finally found a deserted spot to park the car and got out before getting back into the back seat. The girls followed, getting in on either side of him. Nadia sat on the seat while Danielle got on her knees on the seat next to the man, before she even closed the door behind her his hand flew up to grab her ass. He scooted down in the seat a bit as Nadia started unhooking his belt and opened his pants. She pulled out his cock; it was maybe 6 inches but pretty thick, Nadia was about 5 inches and pretty thin, his cock looked huge compared to hers. She grinned up at Danielle, “See, honey, this is what a real man’s cock looks like.” As Danielle watched Nadia swallowed the whole thing down her throat, pushing it down until she coughed and sputtered for a moment, then began sucking him. “You like playing with your sister’s cock, princess?” he asked Danielle, she nodded as she stared in awe at the way Nadia devoured his cock, sucking, licking, slapping it against her lips.

“Yes, Sir.” She answered shyly. “Why don’t you get out of all that clothes?” he suggested, Danielle didn’t like the idea of being naked, letting him see her boyish body, but Nadia silently encouraged her with her eyes, giving her the courage to at least see what it’ll feel like. She slipped off her tank top, exposing her flat, smooth chest. The man groaned appreciatively, “So damn sexy.” He told her and leaned in to suck on her nipples. She undid her shorts and pulled them down, careful to leave her panties in place, which wasn’t easy, despite her discomfort her cock was already poking out of the too big thong she’d borrowed from Nadia. She quickly slipped it back inside, but much too late, the man had already seen it and went right for it, grabbing it between 2 fingers.

“What a cute preteen girl cock you have, princess.” He told her, rubbing his rough thumb along the small shaft. It put a genuine smile on her face, something about the way he said “girl cock” made it sound so normal and natural, like it was okay to be a girl who happened to have a cock instead of a vagina. At least to this one man her genitals didn’t make her any less female, it was hard not to be at least a little delighted at that. He pushed Danielle onto her butt with her back up against the car door, then rolled over on his side, completely ignoring Nadia still trying to suck his cock. He spread Danielle’s legs wide then pulled the thong to the side revealing her hard little girl cock again. Before she knew what was happening he dove in, sucking her hard little cock into his mouth. She couldn’t help but squeal, then giggle with delight, it was the first time she’d had someone do something like that to her; it felt really nice but also really strange.

Nadia climbed over the man’s legs and crouched down on the floor next to Danielle, kissing her and caressing her flat chest. Danielle was suddenly the center of attention like she had never experienced before. She was always shy and quiet at school, and at home her parents had usually ignored her. Having 2 people almost fighting each other in order to make her feel good was incredibly satisfying. The man especially was doing everything he could to make her squeal in delight again and again, sucking her cock, flicking it around with his tongue, tickling the sensitive little tip with the tip of his tongue. There was no doubt this man was a pedophile just like the other guys she’d been with, but this time he didn’t seem creepy, she was actually enjoying herself and having fun.

Nadia pulled up her skirt and whipped her penis out too, taking one of Danielle’s hands and placing it on it. Danielle started stroking her right away as she kept enjoying Nadia’s kisses. The man suddenly ran both his arms under Danielle’s legs, grabbing onto her hips and pulled her down towards him. She gave a surprised little scream then started laughing. He braced her legs up against his chest as he fumbled around to get her panties off. When he finally got them off, she pushed her knees up to her face and prepared to dive right at her tiny pink asshole. Nadia stopped him just in time to warn him, “If she tastes like cum it’s just because I fucked her a few hours ago.” The man grinned at her, “You dirty little slut.” He told her and reached over to stroke her cock as he buried his face in Danielle’s ass while she held the back of her knees.

Danielle was giggling through the entire thing; it felt really good but it also tickled delightfully. She couldn’t even stop giggling when Nadia stuck her tongue inside her mouth, but it didn’t seem to matter; both the man and Nadia were clearly enjoying her excitement. When the man sat up and pulled her a little closer still and started stroking his cock right towards her asshole, Danielle’s mood changed quickly. She stopped giggling and just stared at his gigantic-looking cock, remembering how awful it had been just a few days ago to lose her anal virginity to a man. It wasn’t so bad with Nadia; she was gentle and sweet, but this seemed much scarier. The man paused and put a comforting hand on her hip while Nadia kissed her cheek and stroked her hair. She hadn’t even noticed herself that she had started crying until she tasted the salty tears run across the corners of her mouth.

Nadia put her arms around Danielle and hugged her tight, “You can do this, babe, just remember how nice it feels when I’m inside you.” The man put a hand on her chest softly, “We don’t have to do this, sweetie; I’ll pay you the same even if you don’t want to.” “I just wanted to enjoy you; I don’t want to hurt you.” Danielle started crying even harder, not because she was scared this time, it was something very different. She felt like she was letting all of them down, and yet both Nadia and the man were sweet and supportive. Danielle rolled over on her side and buried her face in Nadia’s chest. The man sat back patiently on his heels softly caressing her hip and butt and Nadia told her, “You were doing so good, babe, we were having so much fun.” “We just wanted to have more fun, but if you’re not comfortable he can just finish with me.”

Danielle let out one last loud sob against Nadia’s perky little breasts, then rolled over on her back again and wiped her eyes, “I’m sorry.” She said, swallowing hard, “I—I can do it.” The man looked very unsure of what he wanted to do; finally, he took Danielle’s hand and looked into her big blue eyes, “Are you sure, princess? I don’t want to hurt you.” Danielle wiped both her eyes with her other hand and nodded, “I can do it.” She said before changing her mind, “I wanna do it.” She said with a little more confidence in her voice. Nadia gave her a tight squeeze and a kiss, “You’re so brave, babe.”

The man let go of Danielle’s hand, and Nadia took it right away, holding it up to her chest, right between her breasts. Danielle could feel her heart beating almost as fast as her own and she stared straight into Nadia’s beautiful brown eyes. When she felt the man’s cock push against her tender little hole, she almost wanted to cry again, wanted to get up and run away. She stared into Nadia’s eyes, felt the beating of her heart, and it was as if all of Nadia’s strength and courage flowed into her; she knew she could do it, she could handle whatever the world was going to throw at her in that moment.

As the man gently pushed past the tight opening, she squeezed Nadia’s hand even tighter and clenched her eyes shut, preparing herself for the inevitable pain once the man started really fucking her. The pain never came; it was a little uncomfortable when he went too fast or too deep, but he slowed down every time she made any indication it didn’t feel good. “You’re doing it, babe,” Nadia said proudly and kissed her again. As Danielle slowly got more comfortable, she was able to relax again, and the man could go a bit quicker and deeper without hurting. As he came inside her, he pushed in just a little too deep; it gave a sharp pain in her stomach, but as he held his cock there and she felt it pulse inside her, the pain quickly vanished.

When he pulled out, he patted her softly on the butt and leaned down to kiss her on the cheek, “You were so wonderful, princess, thank you.” He told her, then grabbed some napkins to clean her up. Danielle was grateful things had worked out, but she was ashamed of the way she had acted; she didn’t know how to express it though, and just told the man, “Thank you.” Nadia helped her get dressed in the back seat while the man drove them back to where he’d picked them up. He came out to give Danielle a hug and a kiss on the cheek, thanking her for a once-in-a-lifetime experience; a couple of the other girls came over to check on her while Nadia handled the money stuff. She was pleasantly surprised that the other girls were genuinely interested in her well-being.

Nadia came over after the man left and told Danielle they should head home. Danielle was a bit confused by that, but also relieved, so she didn’t question it. They didn’t go home though; Nadia walked a few hundred feet then ducked into a small alley with a little light on the side of one of the buildings. She sat straight down with her legs crossed under her on the pavement, Danielle followed suit with a loud crack as she sat down on the lollipops in her back pocket. “Ouch,” Danielle said with an apologetic smile, “If that’s the worst pain in your butt today, you’ve had it too easy.” Nadia teased her. Danielle pulled the lollipops out of her pocket and put them in her lap; they may be broken but she was still going to save them for later.

Nadia opened her purse and pulled out a wad of cash and began counting it out on the pavement as Danielle watched; she counted slow and carefully, making sure not to miss a single note. When she reached one hundred, she wasn’t anywhere near finished, so she started a second stack on the ground. Once that one reached one hundred as well, she started a third stack and counted up to fifty before she was done. Danielle had never seen that much money before in her life, “Wow!” she said in a hushed voice, “I think he really enjoyed you.” Nadia said with a grin. She scooped up one of the one-hundred-dollar stacks and put it back in her purse, then picked up the rest and handed it to Danielle, “You earned it, babe.” She told her and leaned in to give her another kiss, “You were fucking amazing!” Danielle tried to argue that they should split it evenly, but Nadia wouldn’t hear of it.

They ran off to the bus terminal where Nadia kept her valuables; she added eighty dollars to the zip-lock bag she kept her cash in—there was maybe two hundred dollars already she’d managed to save up so far. She dug around under the clothes in the locker to find another empty zip-lock bag and offered it to Danielle. She put one hundred dollars inside, keeping the fifty so she could spend it on something nice for them both, even though Nadia tried to tell her she shouldn’t carry that much cash around.

The next day Danielle took Nadia out for pizza and they went to see a movie at noon; they were practically alone in the theater and hardly saw any of the movie, instead spending their time making out and goofing around; it felt nice to just be “normal” again for a little while.

 

Chapter 6

 

They went back to work after a couple of days of downtime to celebrate their newfound wealth; Danielle was “unfortunately” not nearly as nervous and emotional about it anymore, so she wasn’t able to give the guys that same “first time” experience. The guys still loved it when she would tell them she was 11 years old and Nadia’s sister; they easily made a couple hundred dollars a night with just 2 or 3 guys. Some of the guys weren’t interested in having Danielle involved; it hurt a bit the first couple of times, but she got over it pretty quick. Sometimes Nadia would go with them by herself, leaving Danielle alone with the other girls. Nadia never let Danielle go with men by herself though; it was always both of them together or nothing. Initially, Danielle didn’t really appreciate being treated like a baby in that way; she felt like she’d be able to handle things herself. She changed her tune pretty quick though, once she saw how many of the other girls came back roughed up with nothing to show for it. They called them “girls” but most of them were in their 20’s at least and if they couldn’t handle themselves, Danielle didn’t think she’d stand much of a chance.

It only happened once that Nadia had a nasty incident, although it had happened plenty of times in the past as well. Danielle had pleaded with her not to go with the guy because he gave her the creeps, but of course Nadia just thought she was being silly and over-dramatic. She had come back an hour later with bruises all over her body and her face; she’d been robbed of the money she already had and she had been raped. Nadia as always tried to play it off, saying she was fine and these things happen, but Danielle had dragged her back home and got her in the sleeping bag and made her stay there for the next 2 days so she could recover. The whole time Nadia told her she was over-reacting, and she was fine to go and make them money. She was still pretty grateful after those couple of days, and she never went with a guy again if Danielle had one of her bad feelings.

They spent almost 6 months together, hardly ever leaving each other’s side; it felt to Danielle as if they’d known each other basically their entire lives. Danielle turned 14 while they were together, and Nadia turned 18 a few weeks after that. Then 3 weeks later Danielle woke up alone in the tent, next to her she found a note that said “I’m sorry.” And the key to their locker at the bus terminal. She got up and ran to the terminal, finding all of Nadia’s things missing. Together they had saved up nearly 8,000 dollars, now all that was left was a few pieces of clothing Danielle kept there and a zip-lock bag with 500 dollars and a folded up note. She took the note and slammed the locker shut, then sat down in front of it and stared at the note and started crying.

She sat there bawling like a baby for 20 minutes while people were milling about doing their best to ignore her. When she finally read the note Nadia apologized again and again in every other sentence; she was going to use the money to go to college and she couldn’t exactly bring her 14 year old girlfriend along. She promised she would try to find Danielle again once she could afford to give them the life they both deserved with each other.

The note ended with a bunch of “I love you”’s and “please don’t hate me”’s before the final PS. “I left something for you under your clothes.” Danielle barely had the energy to stand back up to look, her legs felt like rubber and she could barely hit the keyhole to unlock it again. Under the clothes she found 2 small pill bottles, and a note explaining how to take them, finishing with “if you can prove you’re already taking them you can find someone to give you more!” along with it was a business card to the clinic where Nadia had been getting them. Danielle knew the place well, having gone there with Nadia many times already. They wouldn’t even consider giving Danielle a prescription due to her age, but this was enough for about 3 months and after that she would have to try to convince them.

She felt a lot of love for Nadia as she examined the 2 small bottles, but she was still just overwhelmed by sadness. She picked out one of the small white spironolactone pills and popped it in her mouth, then swallowed it dry. At any other time she might have second thoughts about taking pills with unknown side effects, but right now she didn’t care much. She put the pills and the notes back in the locker and left the terminal; for the next week she didn’t leave the tent except to go to the bathroom and to go to the terminal to take her pills.

She felt hopelessly, impossibly alone, even though she’d made plenty of other friends in their little community, none of them mattered to her right now. She would get angry and snap at people who tried to talk to her and comfort her, even bringing her food or water during the day. Then she’d feel guilty about being such an ungrateful bitch and would tearfully apologize the next time she saw them, only to turn around and snap at them again 30 minutes later. When she finally emerged from her tent after almost 10 days, she was a very different girl to the one that had been so happy and in love with Nadia for the past months. She stopped caring about anything or anyone, it was the only way she could convince herself to move on and stop crying. The only thing that mattered was herself and she was going to make it out of this shit hole even if it meant dragging everyone else down in the process.

Some of it was almost certainly a side effect of the drugs she was taking, her hormones were out of whack and she knew that could have pretty bad effects on her mental state, right now though it just seemed like another thing to be grateful for. She didn’t want to care, she just wanted the world to burn and it was a damn sight better than crying 24/7 and feeling sorry for herself.

 

Chapter 7

 

She left the tent and went to take her first shower in over a week, then headed back to the terminal to get some cash to once again start her life over. She got $150 out of her remaining cash, collecting the notes from Nadia at the same time and putting them in a separate zip-lock bag, which she stuffed under her clothes so she wouldn’t have to look at it. Her first purchase was a cheap smartphone; she’d never bought one before since Nadia had one they could both use, and it seemed like a waste of money. She went to a few different Goodwill stores to buy all new clothes; the cute stuff wasn’t going to cut it on her own. She had grown a fair bit in the past 6 months and was almost 4’11” and closing in on 85 lbs, making it quite a bit easier to shop for more appropriate clothes.

She found a cute multicolored faux leather motorcycle jacket and some tiny, tight, dark red faux leather shorts she thought really made her butt look nice. Especially paired with the new yellow high-heeled boots and fishnet stockings and finally a light blue sports bra. It did look kind of ridiculous, but overall it showed off her body nicely, and she felt the rainbow colors might help signal her LGBT status and avoid too many uncomfortable interactions. If nothing else, it would certainly make her stand out among the other girls. She also got herself a handbag to carry her stuff; Nadia always used to carry everything for both of them.

She also decided to try something she’d talked about with Nadia for a while and posted ads online offering her services along with some photos of her body. She was never particularly creative when it came to writing, so she just wrote, “young trans whore, no limits, will do anything if the price is right.” She figured she might as well embrace it; without Nadia there to help her be safe, the guys were going to do what they wanted anyway, so why not just offer it up front.

After she posted it to a dozen or so different websites, it didn’t take long for messages to start hitting her email inbox, although they were all just saying her ad had been removed. It did stay up on a few sites, so she didn’t really care; besides, she still had her regular hangout where she could get some cash. She wouldn’t get the same kind of money she was making with Nadia, of course, but considering the money Nadia wasted on meth, she’d probably end up with close to the same amount saved up every day.

She spent an hour in their usual spot that evening, getting zero business except for 2 guys who asked where her “sister” was and kept breaking down crying any time someone mentioned her. It didn’t matter what she did to try to steel herself against it; she would just break down every time. Eventually, she had to change tactics and find a different place to work. She thought about just moving to another city and starting fresh, but she wasn’t ready to give up hope that Nadia might come back.

She went to a different spot a few miles away; they’d gone there once in a while before when they needed a change of scenery. When she arrived, she switched on the internet on her phone while she was waiting. There was a message from a man to one of her posts—he said he lived nearby and wanted to know if she’d be up for some piss play; she’d done it a couple of times before with Nadia. She didn’t care much for it, but he offered $50, so she wrote back that she was free right away if he still wanted to meet.

Considering everything else she’d had to swallow recently, some pervert’s piss didn’t seem like it would be anywhere near the worst of it. He replied back in less than a minute with the address of an apartment building, telling her to meet him in the courtyard. It took her barely 10 minutes to walk to the place; it was pretty nice, at least compared to what she was used to. There were a few people milling about in the courtyard and a bunch of kids climbing around the playground area. She knew exactly who she was meeting the moment she saw him. An older guy, probably early to mid-60s, fat and balding, looking around nervously and rubbing his palms against each other. He definitely looked like the typical harmless pervert. When he spotted her, his face turned a little red, and he got up and scurried over to her, “What are you doing here, Marie? Come on inside; we’ll go call your mother,” he told her, clearly concocting a tight little cover story in case any of his neighbors were paying attention, even though nobody seemed to care about her presence at all. He took her by the arm and quickly led her inside the building.

By the time they got to his apartment door, he was already panting just from walking fast through the courtyard; at least she’d definitely be able to outrun him if he tried anything. He let them inside, and immediately turned towards her and looked her up and down, “Oh wow, you’re even more gorgeous than your pics.” She gave him a smile and told him, “Thank you.” He took a long look at her face, then let out a long sigh, “You look…younger…than I expected.” He stammered out nervously. “Let’s just say I’m 18, baby; nobody is gonna check,” she told him, trying to move things along before he got cold feet.

He asked her directly, “How old are you?” Danielle rolled her eyes. “Does it matter?” she tried. “It matters to me, honey,” he told her, trying to sound sincere but still staring at her legs and crotch the entire time. “Fine, I’m 14; do you want me to leave?” He licked his thin lips as he stared at her even more intensely than before. “I guess…I probably should ask you to leave…” he started. “But you’re just so sexy.” He added, his voice sounding sad and disappointed. Suddenly, he fell to his knees in front of her; for a moment she thought he might have an actual medical emergency. Then he looked up at her practically on the verge of tears, “I’m sorry, Miss, I’m weak and pathetic; I can’t resist you.” “I know, it makes me a dirty, nasty pervert, but I still want you, Miss.”

She finally understood what he was doing. She’d seen it happen with Nadia a few times before. She had never participated herself, but she suddenly realized that a lot of the guys they had been with enjoyed that Nadia took control. Danielle had always just thought it was more of a big sister/little sister dynamic they were playing out, but a lot of the guys definitely liked her to be in charge, and once in a while they even liked if she was downright abusive toward them as well as Danielle. This guy didn’t ask Danielle here to piss in her face; he wanted to be on the receiving end of it. He wanted to be abused, degraded, and humiliated, and Danielle was in just the right mood for it.

With a sneer on her face, she pushed him back away from her with her boot against his shoulder. “Ugh, disgusting! You must be dreaming if you think I’d be interested in a fat old pig like you.” She was having some trouble finding the right voice for this; her sweet feminine voice was well rehearsed, but it was difficult to make it more authoritative without beginning to sound more like a man. “I know, Miss, but please, I must have you! I will do anything.” She looked down at her boots. “Why don’t you show me what a good pig you can be and lick my boots?” she suggested, putting one foot towards him. Just as he leaned down to start licking, it she pulled it back. “No, you’re not worthy of licking my boot yet; piggies love mud. You can lick the mud from the soles of my boots.” She told him sternly, walking around him over to the kitchen table and sitting down. She crossed her legs, letting one foot dangle out in front of her. “Here, piggy, piggy.” She called teasingly.

The man crawled towards her with a big grin on his face; he gently held her foot with both hands and leaned in, then paused for just a moment as if waiting for confirmation that he would actually be allowed to do it. “Go ahead, piggy, make sure to get them nice and clean.” “I think I might have stepped in some dog shit earlier; they could use a good wash.” She lied with a cruel smirk on her face. It had been raining for a couple of days, and there was definitely plenty of mud from her walks today, but there was no shit as far as she knew.

He didn’t seem to care either way; instantly running his tongue from her heel straight to her toes. She offered him up a little smile and a moan, “Mmm, such a good little piggy.” She reached down and scratched him behind the ear as he continued eagerly cleaning her shoes. “What you sick perverts won’t do just to get in a child’s pants.” She said with disdain. “I’m probably not even the first child you’ve tried to fuck, am I, piggy?” His face turned a little more red as he continued cleaning. “I thought so, disgusting pedophile.” She uncrossed her legs and crossed them opposite, giving him a chance to clean the other boot as well.

“I might have turned you in to the police if you weren’t so pathetic and weak.” She derided him gleefully. “Please, Miss…have mercy…you just make me so horny…I can’t control myself.” He begged as he continued licking her other boot. When she was satisfied, she put her boot to his forehead and pushed him away, then stood up. “Piggies don’t wear clothes; strip out of that shit before someone mistakes you for an actual person, piggy.” She told him, marching back and forth in front of him still on his knees. “Yes, Miss, I’m sorry.” He tried to sound whimpering but couldn’t hide how excited he was getting.

He took off his shirt, then his shoes and socks, before finally removing his pants, kneeling in front of her in just his underpants. “Those too, piggy!” she said, turning her back and walking into the kitchen, casually looking in the drawers, picking up a nice long metal spatula. She turned back to him and walked closer, taking in the sight of his naked body as he sat staring pathetically up at her. He had the sort of body type she would have found disgusting six months earlier, fat, flabby, not really hairy, but somehow still too hairy. Over the past few months, she’d gained an appreciation for his body type though; guys like him were usually pretty gentle and sweet. He had a pretty nice cock too, probably close to seven inches though it looked smaller in all the fat.

She whacked the spatula against both his saggy man-tits, “Maybe that’s why you like little girls, you pervert; you just want someone with smaller tits than you?” She pulled up her sports bra revealing her flat chest. “Is this what you like, you sick fuck? You like flat-chested little girls?” His hand shot in between his legs grabbing his dick and stroking it in front of her. “No! Bad piggy!” she yelled, smacking his arm with the spatula. “I’m sorry, Miss.” He apologized but gave his cock a couple more quick tugs before finally letting go of it.

“You just have no self-control at all, do you, piggy?” she asked, slowly walking around him. “I’m sorry, Miss; you just make me too excited.” Danielle put her boot on his back, pushing him down on all fours. For a man his size, he actually had a nice round ass; she gave him two quick whacks with the spatula. “Maybe it’s not even a little girl you want, you sicko.” She suggested, hunching down behind him and pressing her crotch up against his ass, letting him feel her hardening little cock through her shorts. “Maybe what you really want is someone to fuck that nasty ass of yours?” She felt his fat ass wiggle against her as he moaned affirmatively.

She pulled away from him and reached in between his legs, roughly grasping his cock. “If that’s what you want, piggy, you’ll really have to earn it.” She stroked his cock gently a couple of times, leaning down putting her face right up to it; he groaned with anticipation. Danielle just spit on it and let go again, “Nasty old pervert!”

She smacked his ass again. “If you wanna earn it, get on your back!” she commanded. He happily flipped over on his back on the floor, tugging on his dick again excitedly. She kicked his arm away. “Stop that, gross piggy.” He put his arms down by his side. “I’m sorry, Miss.” Danielle sat down on the chair again, removing her boots, then slipped her shorts down, revealing her semi-erect four-inch cock, although he was unable to see it yet. She walked around him, feeling his eyes all over her dick and her ass; she stopped at his feet, kicking them slightly apart. She stepped in between his legs, wagging her dick in front of him. “Is this what you want so bad, pedo piggy?” His hand immediately flew to his crotch again. “Yes, please, Miss, I need it!” She kicked his hand away once again then pressed his dick against his stomach with her foot, grinding it up and down roughly between her toes.

“And you will do anything to earn this cute little child cock, won’t you, piggy?” He nodded frantically. “Anything, Miss!” Danielle stepped up to his chest, a foot on either side of him. “Open your dirty mouth, piggy.” He opened his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out. Danielle raised one foot and ran the sole of her foot across his tongue before sticking her big toe inside, and he sucked it eagerly, moaning as his tongue flicked around it. “If you spill a single drop, I might have to feed you something more solid; understood, piggy?” He nodded with a gleeful look in his eyes. “Mhmm.” He affirmed still sucking her toe. “Then open your fucking mouth, piggy!”

Danielle put her hands on her hips and calmly released her bladder, first dribbling all over his chest before finally getting enough force to hit his mouth, “drink it all down you filthy fucking pig.” She didn’t have a lot in the tank, but she managed to fill his mouth a couple of times, not bothering to stop as he swallowed, simply pissing all over his face. “You really are a disgusting little piggy; look at the mess you’ve made!” He flashed her a dopey grin, “sorry, Miss, it looks like I spilled quite a few drops.”

Danielle had to break character for just a moment and give him a genuinely questioning look when she asked, “it’s almost as if you were trying to get punished more, you dirty piggy.” He opened his mouth wide once again and nodded; that was enough to convince her he really wanted it. She took half a step back and stuck out her butt and started pushing. His hand grabbed his cock again, but this time she didn’t stop him. She dribbled a little more piss onto his big belly before she finally felt a long, thin turd escape from her ass and land on top of his cock with a satisfying squish. “Mmmm yes, thank you, piggy loves your dirty mud.” The man groaned—sounded like he was about to cum already.

The smell was immediately worse than she had expected; piggy didn’t seem fazed by it at all. She looked down to see his hands as well as his cock, completely smeared with her shit, “ugh, disgusting pig, you should be ashamed of yourself.” She felt a bit more genuine disgust by then although she didn’t intend for it to really come across like that. She knelt down next to him still struggling a bit with the smell; she took his hand by the wrist, careful not to get too much mess on her hands, then guided his hand to her cock.

He jerked them both off hard, smearing Danielle’s cock with her own shit in the process. “Such a pathetic little beast.” She told him, whacking one of his tits with the spatula again. “Just put a cute kiddy cock in front of you, and your brain turns to mush.” She stood back up and walked over to straddle his face, then she sat down, “clean my dirty asshole, piggy.” She commanded; she’d barely finished the sentence before his tongue was lapping at the tight little hole. It felt amazing, despite how disgusting the entire situation was. She hadn’t felt anyone have this kind of desire for her in a long time except for Nadia; most of the guys they fucked just seemed to enjoy her as a fun little sex toy. This nasty old pedophile wanted her to be much more of a person than she was usually allowed, and it felt pretty good.

After enjoying him rimming her asshole for a few minutes, she turned around and stuck her still barely hard cock into his mouth; he didn’t seem to care one bit about the hardness, just savoring the shit and filth like the pig he really was. She ran her fingers through the thinning remains of his hair gently, “your tongue felt pretty good in my ass, piggy; I might allow you to pleasure me with your cock.” He took his mouth off her cock for just a moment to say “thank you, Miss.” He dove back in, just barely getting her cock between his lips when she stood up and walked a few steps away, getting on her hands and knees, sticking her butt way up in the air and smacked it twice, “here, piggy, piggy.” He made a very wet and messy sounding oink sound as he got to his knees and crawled towards her.

She had somehow forgotten the mess she had made of him when she offered up her ass; she was reminded when she felt his hands grab at her hips and the sticky, gooey shit smeared all over her, she almost wanted to stop him, but he plunged his shit-covered cock inside her asshole before she could say anything. He leaned over her body, the weight of his large belly pressing down on her back as his hips thrust desperately into her. He was panting hard within seconds, and Danielle started to moan as well; his cock was just the right size for her, and his desperation to fuck her made him go just a little bit too rough in the most wonderful way.

Unfortunately it was over before it could get really good for her; he grunted and wheezed as he shot his load into her shit-covered ass. He seemed to lose a bit of the strength he had left to hold himself up, the weight on her back increased even further, but she was used to it by then and could handle it just fine. When he finally pulled out she stood up and stroked his hair, “feel better, piggy?” she smiled down at him, still panting hard, trying to catch his breath, “yes, Miss, so much better.” She felt pretty pleased with herself. “Just needed your little girl to please that pedo cock, huh?” she grinned at him.

He let her use his shower to clean up; it was incredible to use a real private shower again. The showers by the pool were fine, but there was almost always other people walking through or showering at the same time. She took her sweet time with it, feeling cleaner than she had in months afterward. He gave her $112 before she left, apologizing that it was all he had in the house, even though she deserved more for going even further than he asked for. She wasn’t planning to ask for more herself, but she would have been okay with the agreed-upon $50; she was the one who had stepped things up, even though he hadn’t asked for it. She gave him a kiss on the cheek and told him to message her any time he wanted to have a little fun again.

 

Chapter 8

 

She had left his place on quite a high, feeling pretty damn good about herself. Over the following weeks she slowly stopped doing street work at all, getting almost all her contacts online, although still meeting up with her regulars who knew how to get in touch with her. She went to the clinic Nadia had gone to before, but she never made it inside; she just didn’t want to be reminded of their time together every time she had to go there, so she found a different place, a bit further away but worth it.

The doctors were very nice but of course tried to tell her she should be very careful taking pills she got from someone on the street, as if she needed to be told that. They were happy to help her continue the treatment she had started. It didn’t even matter that she had no ID or that she was underage as long as she paid in cash. She had already noticed significant changes before she went to the clinic, especially after she started the estrogen pills; her skin felt softer and she could swear even her fingers looked a little daintier. What had started as soreness and tightness in her chest around the nipples had now started developing into actual breasts. They were still tiny, barely noticeable to most people, but she could certainly tell.

She had never paid a lot of attention to her penis, but she felt almost sure it had shrunk a little bit; it felt less uncomfortable when she wore tight pants. The doctor’s said that it could have shrunk slightly but to not expect any major changes. The drugs she needed were pretty cheap, the only serious expense were the lab tests the doctors required to make sure everything was going according to plan; she had to pay out about 200 dollars for them but fortunately only every few months.

3 months after Nadia had left, Danielle felt on top of the world, her treatments were going swimmingly, her body was changing in delightful ways just as she had always wanted and she was gaining quite a reputation. The reputation was sort of a good news/bad news kind of thing; the guys who wanted her made her decent money, but she had been forced to leave her home of the previous 8 months once too many people learned about what she was getting up to. Who would have thought homeless, junkie whores could be so judgmental? She no longer really needed to stay in the tent by then; she was making enough money to pay for a motel room to live in. It wasn’t exactly luxury accommodations but she knew the guy who ran the place so she could get a room for 40 bucks a night as long as she gave him a little sugar once in a while. She just had to stay out of trouble as long as she was there, so she couldn’t bring most of her clients unless they were happy to just have regular sex.

The pee and poo and light dominatrix play she started with didn’t do much to hurt her reputation with the other girls; plenty of them had done that stuff when they were desperate enough, but Danielle was gaining a good reputation online as a girl who would literally do anything if people would pay for it and that brought her into situations that even crack whores would be offended by. It was of course her own fault for thinking she could share this with some of the girls she worked with; they would often tell each other new interesting or funny things they had been asked to do and Danielle thought nothing of it when she told them how a man had hired her to rape his 4-year-old daughter. The man had fucked Danielle in the ass while she deflowered the drugged little girl on the bed. It had been an incredible, intense, and satisfying experience and she thought the girls would get a kick out of it.

The horrified looks on their faces had told her pretty quick that they didn’t think it was funny or interesting. She had cut the story very short and omitted most of the really juicy details. After that, people around her encampment soured on her quite a bit; most people didn’t talk to her, just made nasty comments or ignored her; a few days later she moved into the motel. She had expected it to be kind of hard to leave her community, but it had turned out to be surprisingly easy; she didn’t really care about any of those junkie whores. If they were going to get all judgmental, she’d rather find people who could appreciate her new lifestyle.

There seemed to be no end to the people who wanted her to do twisted and depraved things for their amusement. She generally refused anything that would put herself at risk; styling herself as more of a dominatrix type, she changed her wardrobe to match it, wearing all black leather and dying her hair black. She didn’t really think the black hair worked for her, but the guys seemed to like it and besides, she felt like it helped her switch into the persona the guys really liked.

When she decided to share her new no-limits rules with some of her regulars from her streetwalking days, word spread about her much more quickly. None of them knew where she was actually staying of course, but she had a pretty recognizable look especially thanks to her studded leather choker with the words “Badass Bitch” embossed in silver on the front. She had a few regular hangouts where she would stay a few hours every day. Hardly a day went by without someone coming up to her and wanting something, and she was always more than happy to provide.

Over the next few months, she participated in plenty of things she found morally questionable. She liked to tell herself that since she was still legally a child, it really wasn’t her place to question what the adults wanted her to do. Even though she knew deep down inside, she did it because she wanted to. Raping a drugged 4-year-old hadn’t been too bad for her morals; her cock was small enough still that it didn’t seem like it would do any real damage to the girl, and with her being knocked out there was no fear and stress either. What the girl’s father had done to her afterward seemed far more damaging than anything Danielle could have done.

Strangely, the first thing that really strained her morals was a man in his 60s who paid her to rape his wife; she had still done it of course, he was paying $200 after all. The man had given her a couple of sleeping pills and sent her off to the store to get something; he followed behind her, and when she passed through the secluded area they had picked out beforehand Danielle easily overpowered the frail and groggy, old woman. She seemed deliciously confused staring up at the pretty young girl on top of her as Danielle thrust her cock into her cunt. She may have only been 4 inches, 4.5 maybe on a good day, but the woman’s eyes were wide and terrified as if she had just had a 10-inch cock pounded into her.

Luckily by that point Danielle’s body was more adjusted to the drugs and her erections were nice and firm again so she was able to give that old bitch a good experience. The woman had passed out before Danielle could finish, probably from a mixture of shock and the sleeping pills. Danielle was a professional though; she took her work seriously and she finished the job, eventually spraying her small load into the woman’s crusty old cunt. It hadn’t been a bad experience for Danielle, just had pushed her a bit past her limits and helped to push her limits a little further for next time.

She had run off to find the husband hiding in a bush, having watched the whole thing. He fucked Danielle in the ass, cumming very quickly moaning about how hot it was to watch her forced to take a cock again after denying him sex for almost a decade. She never dealt with the wife again, but she did meet with the man a few more times, who was very happy to tell her he had convinced his wife not to go to the police about it because her story made no sense, claiming to have been raped by a young girl. He could also happily report that she had stopped denying him sex; every time she saw his cock hard she would just start crying and let him do what he wanted. Danielle felt pretty proud that she had helped fix the man’s marriage.

She had always been an animal lover, so her first introduction to people with a crush fetish was pretty morally reprehensible, for multiple reasons in that particular case. A man had invited her over to his house; he was a single father with an 8-year-old daughter, he wanted Danielle to help him rape her. The girl was adorable, big brown eyes, long dark hair, gorgeous smile, Danielle felt quite smitten with her. She was also just the sweetest little thing so excited to meet Danielle and show off all the things in her bedroom and Danielle was happy to play along, lulling the girl into a false sense of security.

When her father finally grabbed her and threw her on the bed, Danielle helped to hold her down while he tore her clothes off, the girl was screaming and crying despite her father covering her mouth with his hand. He berated the poor girl about how she had ruined his life, destroyed all his relationships and this was the only way she could make it up to him. Danielle had to physically help push the tip of his cock past her tight little sphincter; she screamed so loud Danielle was amazed nobody in the building seemed to have any reaction to it, finally the man told her “every time you scream, Danielle’s going to destroy something you love.” The girl put up a valiant effort for a few seconds, but the cock forcibly invading her insides was too much for her.

Every time she screamed or cried out he would pick something in the room for Danielle to destroy. First was her iPad, the drawings she had on her walls, followed by various dolls and books on her shelves. Danielle happily crushed and threw and tore everything he asked her to in view of the crying child as he fucked her more and more frantically. Finally he told Danielle to crush the girl’s hamster under her boot if she screamed one more time. Danielle took the hamster from its little cage and nuzzled it for a moment, almost feeling bad about what she was about to do, but so caught up in the raw excitement of it all. She sat on a chair, put the hamster on the floor holding it in place with one hand as she raised one of her feet above it.

As she was leaning down holding the hamster in place she could look right into the little girl’s face and see her biting down on her own arm trying not to scream, it was adorable. When her dad plunged himself deep into her ass with a hard, quick thrust she couldn’t contain it anymore and let out a quick little shriek. It was enough for Danielle, she pulled her hand away from the hamster and brought her boot down hard, crushing the small furry creature as the traumatized little girl watched in horror.

Danielle twisted her foot side to side, grinding the hamster into the carpet, finally lifting her foot revealing the splattered mess underneath just as the girl’s dad unloaded into her asshole. The girl was a crying mess, her dad told her “get used to it, bitch, you’re my slut now!” Danielle had felt a little bad about it the next day, but the $100 she made from it made it a little more bearable.

By the time she turned 15 she had personally raped at least 22 children younger than herself, and she had helped men rape a further 37; she had killed probably a couple dozen animals, shit and pissed and puked in countless mouths. She had also beaten, whipped, kicked, punched, bitten, and everything else she could think of to cause pain the men’s cocks and balls. She had even helped one man who wanted to be a eunuch, they wrapped rubber bands around his dick and his balls and waited for them to be ready, Danielle didn’t know when but the guy had watched a bunch of videos and said he knew how to do it, he just couldn’t do the cutting himself.

His dick was incredibly hard as Danielle put the tight rubber bands around it with a special device that was apparently designed for the purpose, like a pair of pliers with 4 prongs stretching out a bunch of small rubber bands could then easily be fitted around the man’s dick and balls, strapping half a dozen little rubber bands around it to cut off the blood flow. His dick instantly began to turn very red, soon more of a purple and then just got darker and darker. The rubber bands clearly hurt a lot when she put them on but he seemed terribly excited about it, once they were strapped onto both his cock and balls he had her suck his cock. She sucked it for 5 minutes as he groaned and moaned in some strange mixture of pain and pleasure.

After 15 minutes his dick had settled into a slightly lighter shade of purple. His balls were turning a much darker purple, and he finally said he was ready. Danielle grabbed the sharp knife they had prepared and in one fairly quick motion sliced his balls off first. He cried out in pain but definitely seemed to enjoy himself, so without hesitation she moved onto his cock. It took a few slices to sever it completely, which she felt kind of bad about. The severed cock released quite a lot of blood and soon shrunk down to a normal flaccid size in her hand; she dropped it on the floor, and the man got on his knees to let her fuck him in the ass. It was a pretty weird experience but still pretty enjoyable for her.

She stuck around while he called 911 and explained what he had done to himself, but she left before the EMTs arrived, not wanting to get involved in anything beyond that. She did hear back from the guy a week later to tell her everything had gone great and he was very pleased with his new situation.

At 15, she was also turning into much more of a woman finally; her breasts weren’t huge, just barely an A cup, but she was perfectly happy with that. Her hips and ass had taken on much more of a feminine shape slowly but surely, and she even felt like her hair was getting softer and fuller somehow. Her voice had settled comfortably into something that might be a little bit deeper than most 15-year-old girls’ voices, but still distinctly feminine. Her treatments were going perfectly with very few adjustments needed. Although she knew it wouldn’t really be an option for a while yet, she was beginning to save up money in the hopes of someday getting surgery; although between rent, food, medical expenses, and everything else, she wasn’t exactly saving up a ton of money yet.

For a long time, she was happy to just be on her own, not wanting to risk getting abandoned once again. At 15, she did start dating again. Things never got too serious, and most of her relationships didn’t last longer than a couple of months. She had tried dating one of her clients for a while, even moving in with him for almost a month, but it just didn’t work; he became way too possessive of her. He’d get jealous and angry every time she saw other clients, and it just became too much of a hassle to her. She didn’t want to stop working even if she didn’t technically need to.

She also dated a couple of other homeless girls, but the girls her age mostly didn’t stick around for very long or they got involved in drugs and became impossible to be around. Ever since her experience with Nadia, Danielle had a strong aversion to drug users. Nadia had been sweet and loving and kind 90% of the time, but then she’d get fucked up on some bad meth and turn violent and angry without any warning. Except for weed occasionally, Danielle always preferred to stay away from drugs; she knew a lot of the other working girls used the drugs to deal with the things they had to do, but to her, she always wanted her head clear to fully experience it.

 

Chapter 9

 

She couldn’t deny that her life was rapidly improving—she was successful at work, her transition was finally on track, and her body was changing in all the ways she’d always dreamed of. Despite it all, though, things were beginning to feel a little stale. The same clients, the same fetishes, the same motel room, the same crappy weather. She was starting to crave something new, something that would actually excite her again. When the local cops started paying attention and asking questions about the children she’d been involved with, she decided it was finally time for a change of scenery.

She sent most of her cash to a post office in California; she didn’t want to carry it on her the entire way. She loaded $200 onto a prepaid Visa card and started hitchhiking her way clear across the country. Everything went a lot smoother than her first hitchhiking experience, although it was still mostly solo guys who wanted to pick her up; she wasn’t as concerned about it anymore. A lot of them didn’t even try anything; if they did, she didn’t try to fight it; she was happy to offer them sex as compensation for the ride. The only minor issues came from the condition between her legs—she was kicked out of a handful of cars when she told them the truth, but it was a lot better than a beating if she just flashed her dick at them.

She was surprised at the number of guys who didn’t seem to care. Obviously plenty of men liked that she had a cock, but only one of the guys on the trip seemed particularly excited about her dick; most just didn’t care. They also didn’t want her to strip her pants off, but were happy to play with her tits while she sucked their cocks. Most nights she’d find a cheap room somewhere to stay in; she’d update her online profiles to list her new location but she only succeeded in meeting up with one guy during the trip. She did make a fair bit of money off truckers; those guys seemed willing to fuck anything that moved, most of the girls she saw at truck stops weren’t exactly supermodels, but they sure seemed to do plenty of business.

Danielle ended up quite enjoying the trip; she didn’t waste any time getting a place to live once she’d picked up her money at the post office. It took a while to travel around to different motels outside of the city center before she finally got lucky and found one with a nice older gentleman willing to give her a discount on a monthly rate in exchange for a little fun in the back room and the promise of more fun whenever he wanted it. It ended up being a little bit cheaper than her previous place, but it did mean she had to pay just over $1,000 dollars up front and she would need to have that much stashed away every month.

The owner was a friendly enough guy named Greg; he was divorced, 62 years old, and lived at the motel. He didn’t really care who stayed at his motel or what they did there. She wasn’t the only working girl living there, though she didn’t know if the other girls had similar arrangements she had; it didn’t seem like the kind of thing you should ask about. It was sort of implying they weren’t able to make enough money to pay the already cheap rent. Unlike the place she lived at previously, this place actually had free working Wi-Fi, saving her a bit of money for phone data. The owner also didn’t seem to care if she brought clients to her place, at least the other girls did. Danielle still preferred to go meet clients at their places or neutral places like hotel rooms, to keep her privacy intact.

The room even had a small hidden safe where she could store her savings; she refilled her Visa card with another $500 and put the remaining $1,700 in the safe along with her medications just in case anyone would try to break into her room. She spent her first couple of days getting acquainted with the neighborhood; it was just the kind of place she felt most comfortable. Plenty of homeless people, working girls, and drug dealers hanging around, sirens and loud traffic at all hours of the night. She became friendly with most of the girls, although keeping things mostly professional; she didn’t want them to think she was some weak little girl they could “befriend” and take advantage of.

Greg came to visit her a couple of times a day for the first week, sometimes just to talk, in which case he would always knock on the door. Other times he would come to cash in on their little deal, and he would just let himself in with the master key. The first time it happened was kind of unnerving, but she quickly came to see it as almost cute, the way he would quickly sneak inside when nobody was watching. He wasn’t particularly demanding in terms of sex; he could get a little bit rough, but nowhere near as rough as a lot of her usual clients. He also enjoyed just lying in bed with her, cuddling and feeling her body as he gently thrust inside her. Danielle would definitely have preferred just plain rough sex; Greg was usually dirty and smelled pretty bad; that stuff was a lot easier to ignore doing rough and wild, passionate sex.

The frequency of his sexual visits did drop off to a more manageable once or twice a week pretty soon after, though he still came by to talk pretty much every day, as he seemed to do with all the guests. Almost felt like he was only running the motel in order to have a captive audience he could talk to. Danielle didn’t mind; he was pretty funny sometimes, and while she didn’t always understand all his references to old music and movies, he was clearly passionate about the topics so she was happy to smile and listen for 15 minutes a day.

It took a little while for business to really pick up again after her move; she almost started to regret the whole thing when she was forced to find guys on the street once more for a couple of weeks until business online finally started to pick up again. She definitely hadn’t missed fucking random guys off the street, most were dull and unimaginative, just wanting blowjobs and occasionally actual sex. She did run into one moron who thought he would try to rob her after they were done; fortunately she was usually carrying a blade for protection, and a good deep slash across the forearm was enough to scare him off. Of course it did mean she didn’t get paid. A couple other guys also ran off without paying but other than that it went pretty well, and she made enough money to cover her rent with a little left over.

She did have a few added expenses the first month; she had to find a new clinic to continue her treatment, which meant she had to get new lab work done, as usual all the numbers came back as they should be, there hadn’t been much cause to change her treatment since her first actual visit with a doctor and that was just slight changes to the dosages. It was beginning to feel more and more like a lot of work and expense for nothing, but despite the general chaos she thrived in normally, she was determined to do her transitioning right; it was the one thing in her life that she would never give up on.

As her online work picked up again it gave her more of a reason to explore the city, traveling back and forth to see her clients rather than just standing on the same street all day waiting. Depending on the distance and weather she might sometimes grab a ride-share but frequently she would just walk to get to know the area better. She enjoyed walking through the homeless encampments outside the city; deep down she always hoped she might see Nadia at one of them and they could be together again.

 

Chapter 10

 

One day, shortly before Danielle’s 16th birthday, as she was walking over to meet a client, she strolled through another encampment and spotted something almost as good. A scared little girl, dirty and disheveled, sitting on the sidewalk with her back against a concrete barrier. She was looking every which way at once. Danielle approached her cautiously, not wanting to scare her off, but also not trying to sneak up on her. “Hey, sweetie,” she said with a big smile as she crouched down next to the girl. “What are you doing out here?” The girl tried her best to just ignore her and avoid eye contact, but Danielle didn’t give up so easily. “Do you live here, honey?” The girl still wasn’t responding. Danielle sat down next to her with her back against the barrier as well, her legs stretched out in front of her taking it all in. “It’s a nice cozy spot right in the sun, but maybe not the safest place for a little girl to be hanging out alone,” she remarked. “I’m Danielle,” she finally introduced herself. “What’s your name, sweetie?”

Finally, the girl broke her silence, though still without looking at Danielle, “Casey.” She practically whispered. “It’s nice to meet you, Casey,” Danielle smiled at her. “How long have you been staying here?” Casey tucked herself together tightly, knees under her chin, arms around her legs. “A few days,” she told Danielle dismissively. The girl clearly didn’t want to talk, and Danielle had to meet with a client; she knew she should just get up and leave, but something inside her told her not to leave the girl alone.

“Are you here with someone you trust?” she asked, trying not to sound too creepy. Casey didn’t answer, just stared at her feet. It felt like a very clear answer. “Are people here helping you?” “Have you been eating while you’ve been here?” Casey nodded slowly, “some people help me.” Danielle smiled at that. “Yeah, there are a lot of good people in places like this,” Danielle told her. “But I bet some of them get kind of scary sometimes too huh?” Casey nodded slowly, staring at her feet again.

“I lived in a place like this for a few months when I was 13,” Danielle told her. “Shared a tent with another girl; we would look out for each other and keep each other safe.” “It’s not a nice place to be alone though, especially as a young woman,” Casey didn’t answer her, just kept examining her cute little sneakers. Danielle took her phone out of her purse, sent a text to the client she was meeting saying, “Can’t make it today, sorry, something came up.” Casey watched her as she typed on the phone; when Danielle noticed her looking she showed her the text. Then she pulled up her ride-share app and requested a pickup in 10 minutes, while Casey watched. “I’m staying at a motel room like 4 miles from here, I’m heading back there now,” she said. “If you wanna come, you’re welcome to.” “It’s not luxury or anything, but it’s got a real bed and a shower and fridge with snacks and food.” Casey looked very skeptical. Danielle leaned her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying the warm sun as she waited for her ride.

She didn’t say another word to Casey as she waited for the car. Casey never said a word either, but she was clearly deep in thought. When she could see on the app the car was getting close she stood up; when it got closer she waved it over then crouched down next to Casey again. “What do you say, Casey?” Danielle urged the girl. “If you don’t like it I can just take you right back here.” Things had progressed slightly; Casey was at least looking in her direction now, though still just staring at Danielle’s boots. After a long moment of silence Danielle finally stood up and sighed, “Okay, sweetie, I’ll come by and check on you tomorrow, okay?” Casey finally looked up at Danielle, looking straight into her eyes for just a moment before averting her eyes again.

Danielle walked over to the car and got into the back seat; she heard Casey scramble to her feet before she could close the door. Before she could even register what was happening Casey dashed by her into the car and huddled up in the far corner of the seat. “Oh, hello Miss Casey, would you care to join us for a ride?” Danielle teased as she closed the door. Casey still wasn’t very talkative in the car, and Danielle didn’t try to force it. “You wanna stop by McDonald’s on the way, honey?” Casey nodded, and Danielle asked the driver to pull into the drive-thru, promising him a good tip. Casey asked for a cheeseburger with fries and a strawberry milkshake; Danielle had the same. She didn’t usually like to splurge on things like that, but it seemed the sort of thing that could help cheer a little kid up.

They arrived at the motel, and in the rush to get to the room before the food got cold, Danielle accidentally tipped the guy 20 dollars instead of the 10 she was intending, but decided to just leave it. Danielle dropped the bag of food on the table and invited Casey to have a seat while she ran off to the bathroom. When she came back out Casey was still sitting next to the bag of food, trying to stare a hole straight through it, but clearly too polite to touch it without permission. Danielle sat down opposite her and unpacked their food, telling Casey, “Go ahead, eat, it’s yours.” Casey tore the wrapper off her burger and started chowing down much to Danielle’s delight.

“I know it’s not much,” Danielle apologized, “but it’s certainly better than sleeping on the street.” Casey looked around the room, offering Danielle a shy little smile as she nodded with half her cheeseburger in her mouth. Danielle talked through the meal, telling Casey a bit of her own history, a bit about the neighborhood; she told her about Greg down at the front desk who was nice but liked to talk about weird old things. Casey barely said a word. When she finished her food, Danielle offered her the rest of her fries; Casey told her, “Thanks.”

After they ate, Danielle suggested Casey should take a shower and she could go wash her clothes. She found a pair of shorts and a T-shirt for Casey to wear after her shower—they were too big for her, but not by too much. Danielle was still barely 5’ tall herself and as skinny as ever, barely hitting 90 lb. Casey was about 4’8” maybe 4’9” and probably closer to 70 lb. Danielle followed her into the bathroom to collect her clothes. Casey was adorably shy about undressing in front of her; Danielle had to turn her back and promise not to look as long as Casey would hand her the dirty clothes.

Her cute little red tank top came off first, followed by her socks, then the filthy jeans with every kind of stain imaginable on them. Danielle didn’t think too much of that. Not until the girl handed her her panties, when she saw them she had to turn around, although she kept her eyes at a respectful level, looking into Casey’s bright green eyes. “Are you having your period, sweetie?” she asked, Casey looked away and shook her head. Danielle couldn’t help but feel a slight tinge of guilt for the things she had participated in previously, but she pushed it out of her mind and focused on the problem at hand. “Would you let me take a look, Casey? I just wanna make sure you’re okay.” Casey’s eyes started welling up with tears, but she nodded in agreement.

Danielle dropped the clothes on the floor and got on her knees and was face-to-face with the girl’s hairless little pussy. She tried to smile comfortingly up at Casey as she inspected the bloodstreaked little slit without touching anything, only asking Casey to open her legs slightly for her. Casey’s thighs were covered in dark bruises; she could practically see the imprint of four fingers wrapped around her right hip and thigh. “It doesn’t look too bad, Casey.” She said reassuringly, “did he do anything to your butt, sweetie?”
Casey let out a loud sob as she turned around. There was a quick bit of blood smeared across her butt too. “Can you help me get a closer look, sweetie?” “Just use your hands to spread your cheeks gently apart, please.”

Casey reached around and put a hand on each cheek, barely spreading them any more apart than they already were, but her crying intensified quite severely. Danielle gently moved Casey’s hands away. She turned Casey back around and stood up to look her in the eyes, “Is it okay if I just take a closer look for a second?” “I’ll just use two fingers to quickly take a peek and make sure there’s nothing we need to get a doctor for.” She showed Casey with her thumb and index finger what she was planning to do. “If it hurts you can just kick me and I’ll stop.” She told Casey with a smile, trying to lighten the mood a bit. Casey wasn’t amused but did turn around again, apparently agreeing to Danielle’s proposal.

Danielle got on her knees again and very carefully put her thumb against Casey’s butt, then her index finger against the other side and opened them about an inch wide, just enough to get a quick peek at the small hole. There was a lot of dry blood, but it didn’t look like anything was actively bleeding and there was no real damage to see besides some redness around her anus that were probably small tears. Casey was shaking the entire three seconds Danielle had to touch her, but finally Danielle could give her verdict, “Everything looks fine, sweetie, I’m sure it hurts a whole lot right now, but there’s nothing scary to worry about.”

“You’re going to have to be really thorough though, you have to make sure to wash out all that dry blood, okay?” “I’ll help you if you want, but I think you can handle it yourself.” Casey wiped her wet eyes; she mostly stopped crying now that the examination was over. “Thank you for letting me take a look, Casey, I feel a lot better knowing you’re okay.” Casey offered her a weak little smile but didn’t say anything. “I’ll just get these clothes washed.” Danielle told her, picking the clothes up from the floor. “I’ll be back in like five minutes, okay?” she said as she left the bathroom. Casey replied with “okay.” Danielle rushed out to the shared laundry room and paid the $3.50 for the wash cycle, throwing in all of Casey’s clothes except her panties. They were originally white, but were absolutely soaked in dry blood; she tossed them in the trash.

She ran back to the room; Casey was still in the shower, Danielle had left the door open to the bathroom so she could see Casey doing her best to scrub and clean her legs. “I’m back, sweetie, are you doing okay?” Danielle called out, “Yeah.” Casey told her, although she could tell from her voice she was still crying, but trying her best to hide it. When she finished the shower, she seemed to be feeling a lot better just from the fact that the blood evidence of her trauma was finally gone. She allowed Danielle to take another look at her, this time as she lay in bed with her legs open. Danielle used a washcloth to gently dab at any dry blood Casey had missed in the folds of her vagina, while Casey covered her face with a pillow, due to a mixture of shame and discomfort.

She wasn’t able to examine if there was any dry blood further up inside of Casey but she was at least happy that there was nothing visible left. She let Casey get dressed in the clothes she’d picked out for her and ran down to take Casey’s clothes out of the wash and throw it in a dryer. Casey was dressed when she returned, sitting on the bed staring off into space, she looked incredibly cute now that she was all cleaned up and seemed a bit more engaged in the world around her, though she still wasn’t speaking much. Her shoulder-length dirty blonde hair was quite nice now that it wasn’t a filthy mess anymore. She gave Casey her phone and let her watch TikTok videos while they waited for the dryer to finish.

When she brought back Casey’s clothes, she was pretty disappointed that the jeans weren’t particularly clean; if anything, the blood stains were more noticeable now that all the other dirt was gone. She brought the clothes to Casey and apologized that her panties had to be thrown away; she didn’t seem to care much either way. Danielle was quite delighted that Casey changed right in front of her, showing that she was getting more comfortable already. She didn’t want to make the girl feel worse, but she felt like she had to clear up one thing, “The man who did this to you, did that happen at the camp where I found you?” Casey shook her head; “did it happen at home?” Danielle inquired further, Casey nodded weakly. “So you ran away?” Casey nodded again; Danielle saw tears welling up in her eyes once more and decided she knew enough.

Once Casey was feeling a little better, Danielle took her out clothes shopping; didn’t bother with secondhand stuff this time though, they went to a proper store where she let Casey pick out whatever she wanted. The entire time they were outside the motel room, Casey held a tight grip on Danielle’s hand; she still wasn’t saying much, just pointing out the things she liked. Danielle picked up everything Casey wanted and took her into a dressing room to try it on. She got a couple of cute little dresses, a few pairs of pants and a handful of different tops, socks, and panties. It was a bit more expensive than Danielle’s usual clothes shopping, but it seemed completely worth it in this case.

She stocked up on some toiletries for Casey as well, toothbrush, soap, and a box of pads; it didn’t seem likely she would need them yet, but Danielle wasn’t terribly familiar with that part of female anatomy and thought it could happen at any time, so might as well have them. On their way back home, they stopped by a secondhand shop where Danielle picked up a cheap smartphone and an even cheaper laptop with a dead battery; it worked fine as long as it was plugged in. It was a piece of junk but it would work well enough to watch videos or play some basic games to keep Casey entertained.

When they got back to the room Danielle offered to take Casey back where they had met, she said all the stuff they’d bought belonged to Casey now, but she didn’t want her to feel obligated to stay. She was incredibly relieved when Casey shook her head, even daring to give Casey a careful little hug.

 

Chapter 11

 

Once it was time for bed, Danielle offered to sleep on the floor, claiming it was fine for her until they could get a room with two beds, even though she really didn’t want to sleep on the filthy motel floors. Fortunately, Casey didn’t want that either, so they both climbed into bed together, Danielle keeping a good distance away from Casey to not make her uncomfortable. That didn’t last very long, however; ten minutes after they turned out the lights, she heard Casey weeping softly from across the bed. She rolled over on her side and cautiously wrapped an arm around the little girl. Casey’s entire body jerked when Danielle’s hand first touched her, but then she seemed to relax into it a bit more.

Danielle cuddled up close with her and held her tight, “You’ll be okay, Casey, I won’t let anything happen to you.” She held Casey close against her chest, but was still keeping her lower body out of the way. Casey clearly wasn’t as concerned about inappropriateness; she scooted her small body back until she was fully pressed up against Danielle. Danielle didn’t try to fight it, just held Casey close and tried not to think about how wonderfully soft and warm her little butt felt pressed up against her stomach. It took a while, but Casey eventually fell asleep in Danielle’s arms. Danielle herself barely slept that night, being jerked awake by every little sound or movement from Casey.

The next couple of days, Danielle stayed home with Casey. She slowly got more and more talkative as she felt more comfortable and secure. Danielle learned a lot about her during those days: she was eleven years old, had run away eight days before Danielle found her. She had never really known her mother, and her dad died a few weeks prior from “drinking too much,” so she was sent to live with her aunt and uncle who had been “really mean” and done “bad things” to her, so she had run away when she got the chance. She didn’t know anyone in California except her aunt and uncle, so she had been on her own for most of those eight days except for the people at the homeless encampment who tried to help her get food and water and kept an eye on her to make sure she was safe.

Danielle suggested they should head back to the camp someday when Casey felt up to it, so she could let people there know that she was doing okay. She also revealed a few things to Casey about her own physical condition, since they were living in such close quarters, she didn’t want Casey to suddenly see something and get scared or confused. She was definitely confused when Danielle tried explaining everything: how she had been born as a boy but always felt like she was a girl inside and how she now lived as a woman and took medication to make her body more feminine.

Danielle let her watch as she got in the shower, so she could get a better idea of what her body was like now. Casey couldn’t stop herself from giggling when she saw Danielle naked the first time; it was the kind of thing that would have normally been painful for Danielle, but Casey’s reaction just seemed so pure and sweet; there was no malice in it at all, she was just amused at seeing something she had never seen before. By the time Danielle got out of the shower, Casey was acting like this was all the most normal thing in the world.

She talked to Greg as well as a couple of the other girls living at the motel about Casey and asked them to keep an eye on her if she was ever alone in the room. Greg seemed a little overly excited at the possibilities initially, but Danielle made it very clear that there would be no funny business with or around Casey. Her exact words were a bit more harsh: “If anything happens to Casey while she’s alone, I’m just going to start stabbing the first person I see.” It was less a threat of her intending to hurt Greg if he did anything to Casey, more a threat that his business reputation would suffer if he didn’t help to keep Casey safe.

Greg definitely got the point; he also stopped letting himself into her room for sex, instead texting her when he wanted something, and she would go to his room. Greg also quickly built a good rapport with Casey; they rarely talked about anything serious, but he took an interest in her and liked to goof around a lot, so she enjoyed his company. When Danielle started working again after a few days, she felt pretty comfortable leaving Casey by herself in the room. She didn’t exactly lie about her job to Casey, but she did omit some of the less flattering details of it, at least initially.

It was a little weird to go back to work again; she suddenly had to juggle two different lives now—she wanted to be sweet and caring for Casey, but at work she had to switch all that off so she could be appropriately cold and heartless. The first man she met with wanted her to rape a two-year-old Black girl. The man was very white and clearly not related to the girl, but Danielle knew better than to ask questions. She raped the screaming child hard, much more brutally than she normally would, as if she really had to push herself through the conflicted feelings she felt about it. She used all the girl’s holes, slapped her around, pulled her hair, called her every name she could think of.

The man who hired her was lying next to them on the bed, furiously jerking his hard cock. He came over the little girl’s body twice before Danielle was finally done and fired off her small load inside the girl’s asshole. She tried to encourage the man to have a little fun with the girl too, but he didn’t seem interested in fucking either of them; he just wanted to watch and enjoy the cruelty as Danielle stripped the little girl of her innocence. Danielle left the house with a smile on her face, and $150 in her purse, asking the man to get in touch with her if he ever wanted to have more fun.

After a minute or so she felt another little tinge of guilt inside, but by the time she made it back to the motel she was perfectly happy and excited to see Casey. In the room, Casey was sitting on the bed with the laptop watching some girl streaming video games. Danielle hopped onto the bed behind Casey and gave her a tight hug, “I missed you, kiddo,” she told her, giving her a kiss on the cheek. As she let her hands drop down into Casey’s lap and gently caress her thighs, “You’ve only been gone like two hours.” Casey giggled. “Well, two hours feels like a lifetime when I just wanna be here with you,” Danielle explained, half jokingly.

“Was it fun?” Casey asked finally turning around to look at her. “Yeah, it was pretty good,” Danielle replied. “Maybe someday when you’re a little older you can join me at work.” “We could have so much fun together!” Danielle suggested, but quickly regretted saying anything. Casey turned back to the screen without replying. “I’m sorry, sweetie,” Danielle told her softly. “I know what your uncle did still hurts, but I promise you, it will feel nice someday when it’s done right.” Danielle lay down on the bed next to Casey, keeping one hand still in Casey’s lap, softly tracing circles around Casey’s smooth, soft thigh, “I’d never want to do anything to hurt you.”

Casey lay down as well and scooted herself up against Danielle, who closed her arms around the girl’s warm body and held her tight. It was strange, despite them using the same shampoo, Casey’s hair always smelled so amazing. She buried her face in Casey’s hair, kissing and smelling her as she left one hand drift softly down over Casey’s flat, skinny body. When she reached the hem of Casey’s skirt, she pulled it up just enough to get her hand up under it. “I want to do something for you,” she explained gently; Casey’s body felt tense and stiff, “back when I was raped, someone did something like this for me.” “It helped me to feel a lot better.” Her hand slid up and grabbed Casey’s panties and slowly, gently pulled them down to her knees. “Just give it a chance, sweetie, if you don’t like it I’ll stop.”

Before going further Danielle pulled the blanket up around them both and snuggled up tight, not unlike the time she spent with Nadia in their sleeping bag. Danielle slipped a finger softly in between Casey’s legs, finding her dry little slit; she was careful not to get too rough with her as she ever so carefully spread her lips apart with two fingers and pressed her middle finger against Casey’s soft clitoris. “Just try to relax, it should feel nice; if it hurts just tell me.” It wasn’t quite the same without the penetration Nadia had forced on her back then, but she couldn’t bring herself to do that to Casey. She just ran her finger in small circles around Casey’s clit, gently and softly. Casey was very tense right away, but after a minute seemed to relax more, and Danielle was very pleased to feel a slight wetness, easing her rubbing. “Does it feel good, Casey?” she cooed softly into her ear. “Feels like your body is enjoying it.”

Except for getting slightly wet, Casey wasn’t reacting in quite the way Danielle had hoped she would. She didn’t exactly have a lot of experience pleasuring women, but she was pretty sure this should feel good while not being too invasive. After a few more minutes she began to feel Casey’s thighs start to twitch lightly, “do you want me to stop, Casey?” she felt Casey shake her head against her face; she hugged the girl a little bit tighter and pushed a little harder against her firm little clit, “this is what it’s supposed to feel like.” A couple more minutes passed when she felt Casey’s body contract, almost curling up into a ball against her, but she kept the pressure on the girl’s hard clit; it was nice, smooth and slippery by now.

When the pressure finally released in Casey’s body, Danielle could feel her rapid breathing and her heart pounding in her chest, her own was pounding almost as hard. She kissed Casey’s shoulder as she moved her hand away from her pussy and hugged her tight, “thank you, Casey,” she whispered softly. They stayed under the covers, cuddling and enjoying each other for another 30 minutes before Danielle finally had to get up and go to the bathroom. She had to do something she had never done before, except a few times when clients asked her to, she had to get herself off, and she didn’t want Casey to see it. It was the one thing she had never gotten comfortable about; if guys wanted to suck it, rub or have her fuck them in the ass, she could deal with it, but actually touching it herself in order to give herself the pleasure and release she needed felt wrong and shameful.

When she came out of the bathroom she found Casey sitting in bed again staring at the laptop screen, looking happy as a clam. She also noticed, rather than pulling her panties back up, Casey had just kicked them off and they were lying on the bed next to her. Danielle grabbed a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and handed it to her, “are you feeling okay, honey?” she asked, feeling kind of bad about what she had done, she was afraid it was too soon and she might have made a huge mistake. Casey just smiled up at her with a cheerful “yep!” and turned her eyes back to the screen.

Danielle sat down next to her and gave her a tight little side hug, “I just want you to know that what your uncle did wasn’t right and it wasn’t your fault, but sex can still be a really enjoyable thing with the right person.” “You can even do it by yourself.” Casey giggled at that and her cheeks flushed slightly, “I know about that.” Danielle acted shocked, “oh, really?” Casey blushed even more, “I don’t do it, I just heard about it from my friends.” Danielle gave her another squeeze, “I believe you, sweetie.” “But you don’t have to be embarrassed if you do it, at least not around me.” “And if you ever want me to make you feel good again you just let me know.”

She got up off the bed and went to check her phone messages, there were messages from a handful of interested guys, but only one of them seemed interesting to her. “Are you gonna be okay here, if I go out and do another job, cutie?” Casey smiled at her, “sure, I’ll be fine.” Danielle walked over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, “just talk to Greg if you need anything, but put your panties on first,” she said on her way out of the door. The guy she had to meet was quite a ways off, so she took a ride-share to get there, she didn’t like wasting the money but it was better than a 90-minute walk.

He had her meet him at a tattoo parlor he ran and lived in the back of. He was a perfectly nice man in his mid-30s, tattoos everywhere and a big beard, the kind of man she would definitely have pegged as the dominant type; his request online had been something entirely different though. He wanted her to talk about the men she had had sex with while he did his best to try to get her off. He even mentioned to not pretend to be getting off, and try to ignore what he was doing as much as possible. She started listing all the men she could remember from the past few weeks, telling him about them, how attractive they were, how big their cocks were; she might have embellished a bit but she kept it mostly truthful. Meanwhile, he licked her ass, sucked her dick, played with her breasts, fucked her ass.

Through it all she just kept talking about every other man she had been with, comparing his technique to theirs, of course always talking about how much better they were, “oh, Carl really knew how to eat my ass, he made me cum so hard,” while he was futilely trying to pleasure her with his tongue. He seemed to be getting genuinely frustrated after a while and rammed his cock into her hard, pounding her with all his might, at that point it got a little harder to keep her stream of words flowing, but she managed to keep it up until he blew inside her ass. She turned to him and said, “oh, are you done?” for just a moment he looked like he was ready to pop her right in the mouth, then he grinned, “damn, you’re a sexy slut.”

On the way out through the parlor she couldn’t help but stop to admire some of the photos on display on his wall, “You ever think about getting some ink?” she turned to him with an apologetic look, “Probably can’t till I’m 18.” The guy laughed at that, “I think if you’re old enough for me to fuck, you’re old enough that I could do some work on you.” He told her she had the perfect alt-model look and grabbed a stack of magazines showing half-naked girls covered in tattoos and piercings. “You definitely got that ‘I don’t give a fuck’ attitude.” The girls in those magazines did look really good, they looked tough and confident but definitely feminine and sexy still. It was definitely the kind of look Danielle had been trying to project but she felt her small size and youthful look kind of made it impossible to do it convincingly. She looked over all the options on the walls, a lot of them looked really cool and would definitely add to her tough-girl image but would probably also be too much of a commitment that would take multiple days to complete.

“If it helps you I’d be willing to do your first one for free.” Danielle smirked and grabbed her phone from her purse, “Can I just have a second?” she asked, typing out a message on her phone, “Hey cutie, what kind of tattoo would look good on me?” She sent it off to Casey and waited. A couple minutes later Casey replied with an image of a pixelated heart. “Could you do something like this?” she asked the man, “but maybe with blue, pink, and white bands across it?” “Like right here?” she asked, drawing a circle with her finger across her right upper arm.

“Oh yeah, I could knock that out for ya in an hour, little lady.” She agreed to do it and he had her in the chair five minutes later, “One trans pride heart coming right up.” He told her as he started, she was delighted that he recognized exactly what she was going for from her vague description. She felt some tiny jitters in her stomach as he prepared the needle, but once he started she was soon able to relax; the feeling wasn’t much worse than ripping out a hair on her arm, and with it being an almost constant pain it soon turned into a dull, slightly warm discomfort, rather than the quick stabbing pain she had imagined.

He stayed very professional throughout, friendly and quite chatty; she learned his name was Chris and he’d been doing tattoos since he got his first tattoo gun at 15. He showed her a few of his earlier works on his own leg, a wobbly little smiley face, and an American flag, both were pretty faded and very light blue outlines with no other colors, most of the rest had since been covered up by proper tattoos. He was pretty much covered from head to toe in tattoos; she wasn’t sure she’d ever go quite that far with it herself, but time would have to tell.

It took barely an hour before she was done, it looked really cute. Somehow it almost brought tears to her eyes to see the trans pride colors permanently displayed on her body. As if she was acknowledging for the first time that she no longer had to hide or feel shame about who she really was. Chris wrapped it up and told her to keep it clean for at least a few days and be careful about anything rubbing against it. He gave her a tube of ointment to apply every day for about a week and to call him if it started to look inflamed or became painful. She thanked him profusely and even offered him a blowjob as compensation, but he declined saying he was still spent from their earlier session.

She felt practically high as she left the parlor; some of it was no doubt adrenaline but more than that she just felt empowered, she was taking control of her life in a way she never had before and she was feeling secure in herself and unashamed of who she really was. She got a ride-share back to the motel, excited to show off her new tattoo to Casey. She rushed into their room giving Casey a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, “I missed you, cutie!” she told the grinning little girl, as she carefully pulled up her sleeve to reveal the new tattoo; it was still covered in plastic wrap and looked kind of cloudy, “It’ll look better in a few days.” Danielle explained.

Casey gently ran her fingers across it with a big smile on her face, “It’s so cute.” She told Danielle, clearly excited that she had helped to pick something that looked good. “And it will always be there to remind me of you!” Danielle explained excitedly, Casey looked like she was about to melt on the spot, then she threw her arms around Danielle and gave her a tight hug.

Things were a little bit different when they went to sleep that night, for one thing, Danielle had to sleep on the wrong side due to the tattoo, that was a pretty annoying change, but only temporary at least. The other change she noticed as soon as Casey hopped up on the bed, wearing her cute little light gray T-shirt with the rainbow across the front of it. When she sat down and was about to pull the covers over herself, Danielle spotted her cute little bald slit peeking out under her T-shirt.

Casey snuggled up close to Danielle, pressing her soft warm butt into her stomach again. Danielle wrapped an arm around her chest and kissed her neck. “Sweet dreams, cutie.” She told her and pretended to go to sleep. Casey didn’t say anything, but after a minute or so Danielle felt her pulling her arm down from her chest to her crotch. Danielle slipped a finger in between Casey’s skinny little thighs, running it up along her perfectly soft and smooth slit; it was just a little bit damp, helping her finger slide through with almost no resistance at all. She ran her finger back and forth a few times, enjoying the feel of Casey’s excitement before she found her way to her hard little clitoris once more.

Danielle buried her face in Casey’s hair again, kissing her neck and loving the sweet, pure, and innocent scent of her. Her own cock felt like it was ready to explode, but she still didn’t want to go there with Casey. She just wanted Casey to learn to feel good about her body again; she didn’t want to take anything from Casey, she didn’t even want to be given anything from her, she only wanted to give Casey the happiness and pleasure she had been denied throughout her life. She circled her finger around Casey’s smooth, hard clit, applying a little more pressure and speed than last time. It wasn’t long before Casey started breathing a little harder and within a few minutes she felt those twitches in Casey’s thighs again telling her to increase the pressure slightly.

Much faster than last time, Casey was soon contracting her body, pushing her butt even harder against Danielle, she desperately wanted to rip her own panties off and slide inside that perfect little pussy, but she managed to restrain herself. She felt Casey’s body relax with a soft little sigh escaping her lips, before she whispered, “Thank you, Danielle, sweet dreams.” Danielle felt happier than she had in years, being with Nadia had made her incredibly happy and satisfied. But somehow being able to give this little girl just a moment of pleasure felt more significant than anything she could remember experiencing.

She stayed in bed hugging Casey tight until she heard her adorable light snoring, then she snuck off to the bathroom to masturbate for the second time in her life. She still didn’t really enjoy it, but it was necessary, or she would never be able to get any sleep. The shame afterward was perhaps a little bit less; she told herself it was a small price to pay to give Casey a good experience. She crawled quietly back to bed and wrapped her arm around Casey again and soon drifted off to sleep with a smile across her lips.

 

Chapter 12

 

The same nightly ritual continued for the following few days; Casey was quickly becoming a lot more sexually aggressive with Danielle’s guidance. She hardly ever wore pants when they were alone in the room and was constantly touching herself. It wasn’t long before Danielle introduced her to oral sex as well, although she still kept her own cock out of it. Casey’s perfect little slit tasted even better than it felt when she rubbed it, and during oral sex it became a lot easier to cautiously slip her pinky finger inside the tight little hole. Casey had been scared and uncomfortable the first time she suggested it, but Danielle made sure to go really slow and gentle and always made sure Casey felt like she was in control and could tell her to stop if she needed to.

She gave Casey oral sex and fingered her pussy, usually multiple times a day for a couple of weeks before she finally became confident enough to allow herself some pleasure. Initially she would simply masturbate while pleasuring Casey, letting Casey get an idea of how her penis worked and what sorts of things felt nice for her. Even though Casey was very excited about helping Danielle to feel good as well, Danielle still didn’t feel right about it. She wanted to make sure Casey truly understood what that would mean. Even though Casey clearly had some experience from her time with her aunt and uncle, as far as Danielle could tell without prying too much into something painful, Casey had been too panicked and upset to really get much of an idea of what really happened to her during those times.

Danielle found a bunch of porn videos of teen girls having sex with trans women, as a way of showing Casey how everything was supposed to work. She was fascinated by the sight of other trans women, but would always tell Danielle she was much prettier than the ones in the videos. It didn’t really seem like much of a competition to Danielle; most of the trans pornstars tended to have giant globular fake breasts and so much filler injected in their faces, they looked more like cartoon characters than actual people.

Most of the videos weren’t a problem for Casey, but some of them did get a little rougher and seemed to upset her a bit; it was clearly something they would need to work up to slowly, so she could learn to enjoy it. It was another week before she finally allowed Casey to touch her dick. Her fingers felt so soft and gentle Danielle practically blew her load immediately, surprising them both and squirting onto Casey’s chest and stomach.

Danielle had started licking her clean, from her stomach and working her way up, although it was quickly running down Casey’s body. Since starting her estrogen treatments her semen had taken on a much more watery consistency. Casey put her finger below one of the drops running down her hip and scooped it up; she held it to her nose and when that didn’t seem too objectionable she put her finger in her mouth. Danielle sat back and watched her, eagerly awaiting her response. “It’s nice.” Casey told her, scooping up another drop and putting it straight in her mouth. Danielle was very pleased, but not too surprised, along with being more watery her cum had lost a lot of its flavor compared to cis men. It still had little hints of something slightly sour but was mostly pretty neutral or even a bit sweet.

She took Casey’s face in her hands and kissed her on the lips, “Tastes almost as good as you do, cutie!” Danielle smiled at her, throwing Casey onto the bed and jumping on top of her, kissing and tickling her chest and stomach, as Casey squealed and giggled with delight.

For Danielle’s 16th birthday they went out to a movie, then spent most of the day at a local park with an awesome playground, doing their best to blend in, though Danielle got a few comments suggesting she was too old while going down the slide and hanging upside down on the monkey bars. When they got bored of the playground they went to the nearby swimming pool to try out the new matching blue and pink striped bikinis they’d bought earlier in the day. While showering before going in the pool they had a long argument over who looked cuter in it, each insisting the other looked much cuter. They spent a few hours at the pool; Danielle spent most of the time on a sun lounger while she let Casey swim around; the girl seemed to have endless amounts of energy and she was happy to let her exhaust herself for once.

Once they got back home and went to bed Danielle had another little surprise in store for Casey. Casey was tired, exhausted and happy as they snuggled up in bed for their usual ritual. Danielle slipped her hand down between Casey’s legs and started rubbing the already wet little slit. When her finger settled on the girl’s clit and started its small circular rubbing, Danielle slipped her cock in between Casey’s legs. She felt her little body tense up and she took in a sharp little breath; she didn’t try to move away, “You know I’d never hurt you, Casey.” Danielle told her softly. “I just wanna show you how much I love you.” Casey wasn’t saying anything but her body felt uncomfortably tense despite Danielle’s rubbing of her clit.

“Just tell me if you don’t want it.” When Casey still didn’t respond, Danielle kissed her neck and moved the tip of her cock up against the soft little lips, Casey took another sharp breath, “Take a deep breath, cutie, and try to relax, it’ll feel better that way.” Casey tried to take a deep breath, but her nerves weren’t making it easy; Danielle did feel her body relax a tiny bit as she began to penetrate Casey for the first time. She pulled back for just a moment when it seemed like Casey was getting a little upset, but continued after a few seconds.

Danielle had fucked a lot of girls over the previous year, but none had felt anything like this. Casey’s pussy seemed so perfect for her small cock; it was just tight enough to feel good without being painful; it was nice and wet which she wasn’t accustomed to with most of the girls; it was like sliding through a tunnel of silk covered in baby oil. It didn’t take long for Danielle to get that entire 4.5 inches of her cock slipped in and the sensation was incredible for her, she kissed Casey on the cheek and told her “That’s it, worst part is over, cutie.”

Casey turned her face to look at her, seeming to not really believe her; Danielle stared into her big green eyes, she felt happy but also slightly embarrassed about the size of her dick for the first time in her life, “Mine isn’t as big as most people’s,” she explained. “It didn’t even hurt.” Casey told her with a puzzled look on her face. “I told you I’d never hurt you, Casey.” Danielle slid most of the way out of Casey and plunged softly in again, letting her experience the full sensation. “How does that feel?” she asked, although she really didn’t need to. She felt Casey’s body suddenly relax when she realized that really was all she was going to feel inside her. “It feels kinda weird,” Casey said, with an apologetic look, “good weird, or bad weird?” Danielle urged her on while remaining still inside her. “Sorta good, I guess.”

“That’s fine, cutie, it doesn’t have to feel amazing right away; I just don’t want you to be scared to try it again.” Danielle intensified her rubbing at Casey’s clit while she enjoyed the feel of her perfect pussy squeezing her cock just right. It took a little longer than usual to bring Casey to orgasm that night, maybe it was nerves or just because she was so exhausted from a long day, but Danielle did get the job done eventually. As Casey’s small body started contracting again, it felt as if the walls of her vagina were massaging Danielle’s cock in a way she had never experienced before. She pulled Casey close as they both came together for the first time. When she pulled out, she hugged Casey even tighter, “I love you so much, Casey!” she sighed as she let her fingers play in the soppy mess between Casey’s legs. “I love you too, Danielle!” Casey moaned, already sounding half asleep.

Danielle wasn’t sure what exactly Casey meant by “love,” but it didn’t seem to matter if it was friendly, familial, or romantic; the love she felt from Casey was very real, no matter the type. She wasn’t even fully sure what her own feelings of love were; she had thought she had been in love with Nadia, but this feeling was so much stronger and deeper. As she drifted off to sleep, she couldn’t help but think of Casey’s uncle; she couldn’t believe he’d been willing to throw away the love of this perfect little angel just for a moment of sick lust.

 

Chapter 13

 

The next time Danielle went back to Chris, she brought Casey along. She had already planned out with Chris what she wanted done, “No Limits” and “No Shame” in gothic font on either side of her collar bone, connected with strands of barbed wire. Chris had already spent a few days working on the design with her, sending her photos of what he came up with. Danielle loved the final design, though Casey was less thrilled; she thought it should be something cuter to match Danielle better. She also didn’t fully understand the “no limits” though she seemed pleased about the “no shame.”

She had tried to explain to Casey that the “no limits” just meant that she’s willing to do whatever it takes to make it and she’s not going to feel bad about what she’s had to do. She had sex with Chris again, letting him finger, lick, suck, and fuck her every which way while she droned on about all the guys she had fucked since the last time she saw him. Casey sat next to them and watched, which seemed to drive Chris even wilder. She even inadvertently got a bit involved when she whispered to Danielle, “He’s not very good, is he?” Danielle asked her to repeat it so he could hear her; Casey got why and didn’t want to, but Danielle managed to silently convince her to speak up. Casey’s face was very red but she did repeat herself, slightly louder this time, “He’s not very good, is he?”

Danielle took her hand and gave it a firm appreciative squeeze, “No, he’s not, cutie; he could never satisfy me the way you can.” “He’s a pathetic excuse for a man, who could never get me off no matter how long he tries.” Danielle told her with a giggle. She had of course prepared Casey for the sort of thing Chris liked, but Casey couldn’t understand why someone would want them to be mean. She did giggle along with Danielle despite obviously not feeling great about what she’d said and Danielle could feel by Chris’s thrusts that he really appreciated it too. “Maybe when he’s done you can show him how to make me feel good, cutie?” Danielle suggested to the grinning girl.

Chris didn’t last nearly as long this time, probably due to the presence of Casey. He came in Danielle’s ass again with a grunt and groan, that almost startled Casey. Danielle stood up and stroked his cheek softly, “Well, at least you tried.” Then turned back to Casey, “Do you wanna show him how you get me off with your mouth, cutie?” Casey excitedly dropped to her knees in front of Danielle and sucked her cock in between her soft little lips; Danielle couldn’t help but be a little impressed at the girl’s lack of shame already. Casey was still new at it but she definitely knew just what Danielle enjoyed, her tongue never stopped flicking around the cock in her mouth, while Danielle ran her fingers through the girl’s hair and pushed her head back and forth while thrusting her hips against her face. In less than 2 minutes Danielle exploded in Casey’s mouth; the girl eagerly swallowed every drop much to both Danielle and Chris’s delight “Nobody makes me cum as good as you, cutie!” Danielle told her and kissed her on the lips.

Chris came over to Casey as well and picked her up to give her a tight hug and a kiss on the cheek, “You were wonderful, sweetheart, thank you.” He told her as she giggled and wiped her cheek. He put her back down and brought them into the parlor to get started on the tattoo. Once he’d put the stencil on across her collarbone she was able to get a better idea of what it was going to look like when it was done. Danielle loved it, Casey told her “It looks…nice.” Half-heartedly. “I know it looks a bit weird now, cutie, but it’ll look better when I get more tattoos done.” Danielle explained then asked Chris to show Casey some of the magazines he had.

Chris snatched up a handful of the magazines and rifled through them quickly, “This one has a great interview with a girl about why she became an alt-model.” He said to Casey, handing her a magazine with a heavily tattooed, pink-haired woman on the cover. “Might help you understand why Danielle wants to do this.” Casey spent the next hour with her nose stuck in those magazines, reading and looking through all the pictures, “Don’t you think those girls look good?” Danielle asked her. “Yeah, I guess…but they don’t look as pretty as you.”

Of course Danielle wasn’t particularly interested in looking “pretty” anymore; she wanted to look strong and tough and sexy, but it wasn’t easy to explain that to an 11-year-old who still had a fascination with Disney princesses. After the first hour was up Danielle was just about ready for it to be over, it was a lot more painful than the tattoo on her upper arm, luckily both Chris and Casey were there with her; she didn’t want to show weakness in front of Chris and she didn’t want to let Casey know she was in pain so she gritted her teeth and powered through it with a smile. Chris no doubt noticed her getting jittery and sweaty through the session, and he did suggest they could cut the session short and finish a few days later, but Danielle just laughed him off, claiming she was doing fine.

When it was finally over Chris seemed to be in even more pain than she was, constantly stretching his back and rubbing his neck and shoulders. Danielle was thrilled with the results though, even Casey seemed to think it actually looked kind of cute on her after all. She paid Chris the $150 they had agreed on; he tried to refuse the money but she insisted this time, he had already given her a decent discount for the sex and she didn’t want to take advantage of his generosity.

 

Chapter 14

 

Over the next few months, Danielle and Casey’s relationship really blossomed into something special. Casey turned 12 close to three months after they’d first met; her body was starting to change in delightful, subtle little ways on an almost daily basis. She got a bit of real hair on her pussy rather than the almost invisible fluff she’d had before. Her breasts started developing, first just barely puffy nipples which soon grew to something that resembled full, tiny breasts. Her hips were spreading out just a little bit more, and she was starting to look less like a little girl and more like a little woman. Danielle was almost surprised how much her changes mimicked the changes she’d gone through herself just a couple of years prior.

Watching Casey’s body develop so similarly to her own made her feel even more secure in her own femininity. Her development may have been a bit later than most girls, but it seemed to follow the same path. Or, almost the same path; Casey did also get her period, which Danielle, of course, would never get to experience. It also meant neither of them really knew what to do the first time it happened. Danielle had bought pads for her months prior, but of course, they still wound up going to YouTube to make sure they were doing things right. It had been quite the rude awakening when it happened; Casey often had a tendency to toss and turn in her sleep, and it looked like someone had been recently murdered in their bed when they woke up, only made worse by Casey’s habit of sleeping without panties on.

She had also slowly but surely been introducing Casey to more of her work. Chris helped her introduce Casey to sex with men; since Danielle had a pretty solid relationship with him by then, she felt like she could trust him to do it carefully and gently. Casey had already seen him and Danielle have sex multiple times before she got involved, so she felt pretty comfortable around him too. His dick also wasn’t huge—a bit above average, maybe 6.5 inches and not too thick. Casey hardly even seemed nervous the first time Danielle suggested she play with him. She happily sucked his cock along with Danielle; he came on both their chests, and Casey got to have her first real taste of cum. She did taste her uncle’s cum a couple of times apparently, but she had very little memory of it.

She didn’t particularly enjoy the taste; her face scrunched up quite a bit the first time, but she did swallow it down and proudly showed them both her tongue to prove she had swallowed it all—a move she had picked up from watching porn with Danielle. It didn’t take her long to get very comfortable sucking cock and swallowing cum, but sex with men was quite a bit worse for her. It took three failed attempts before Chris finally got the tip of his cock inside her. Every time they tried, she would panic and start crying the moment she felt any pressure against her pussy, and Danielle would stop things right away. The first time Casey had gotten up and run over to Danielle and clung to her as she cried and couldn’t stop shaking. They tried again a week later; this time, Danielle tried massaging her back and talking to her in a soothing and relaxing tone, but she still started to panic and weep. Danielle stopped things once again, even though Casey said she could do it.

The third time they tried had been similar, although Casey had withstood a bit more pressure before she broke down. Chris never complained about any of it; he always praised Casey, telling her she was so brave and doing so good. He would assure her that she would get there eventually; it’s scary for a lot of girls in the beginning, but to just relax and take it little by little.

After the third failed attempt, Danielle changed tactics a bit. It was obvious Casey was beginning to get depressed about her failure to perform, so Danielle went shopping. She came home with a bag full of sex toys, multiple different kinds of lubricant, dildos of half a dozen different shapes and sizes. She found one that was 6.5 inches and modeled like a real cock; it was a little bit thicker than Chris but hardly noticeably so. She had a small, completely smooth and featureless dildo about the size of her own cock, and a few in between.

They explored all of them together on the bed, getting used to the feel and sensation of them all. Danielle compared all of them against her own cock for Casey to see, and she had to admit the 6.5-inch dildo did look sort of gigantic next to her own 4 inches. A 2.5-inch difference didn’t sound like that much, but comparing the circumference it was probably three times the size of her own cock.

She made sure Casey was well lubed up, and she lubed up the small 4-inch dildo and gently inserted it into Casey, “That’s not so bad, right?” she asked. “It’s like yours, but smaller.” Casey told her. “Think you can handle something a little bit bigger?” Casey nodded happily. The next one was maybe 4.5 inches and a fair bit thicker; she held them up next to each other to show Casey, who looked a little nervously at them but seemed ready to try it. Danielle lubed it up good and slid it into Casey slowly and gently. There was just a tiny moment of panic when she felt her pussy stretch a little bit more than she was used to, but once the dildo was inside she was able to relax again. “You’re doing so good, cutie!” Danielle praised her and kissed her thigh. The next size was 5 inches but about the same thickness; Casey was easily able to handle that as well. The next was 5 inches as well but slightly thicker; there was another little moment of Casey seeming like she was about to break down as the tip slipped past her opening, and it started stretching her, but once the width peaked she was able to relax once more.

At 5.5 inches was the first actual penis-shaped dildo; the head was slightly thicker than the previous one, but the shaft was about the same thickness, maybe the veins added a little bit. The moment she touched the tip to Casey’s pussy, she shut her legs instinctively and almost started crying while violently shaking her head. Danielle kissed her and hugged her tight, “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, cutie!” “I just wanna help you to not be scared of it.” She handed the dildo to Casey, “Wanna try it yourself?” Casey took the dildo and stared at it for a moment, then looked back to Danielle, “You’re in control, Casey. Nobody will force it inside you; you take it at your own pace, and you can stop whenever you want to.”

Casey opened her legs again; Danielle applied a little more lubricant just to make sure everything was perfect. Casey’s hand slowly drifted down between her legs, holding the small dildo. Danielle kept an arm around her shoulders as she watched Casey touch the tip of the dildo to her pussy, then start to slide it around slowly in the slippery lube. “It’ll never go inside you unless you want it to, cutie.” “If you just want it to glide around and make your pussy feel good on the outside forever, that’s what it’ll do.” “It’s your body, and you’re in control of it.”

Casey stopped sliding the dildo around and pushed it up against her tiny entrance. Danielle’s other hand ran softly around Casey’s chest, gently teasing her sensitive breasts and nipples. When Casey increased the pressure, she let out a little yelp, and Danielle could see tears welling up in her eyes. “You’re in control, Casey,” Danielle said. “If it hurts, you can stop anytime.” But Casey didn’t stop; she kept pushing until her pussy began to stretch. Danielle wiped away her tears and kissed her face. “Wow, you’re so strong, cutie,” she told Casey, feeling genuinely impressed by the little girl’s will to power through it despite her obvious discomfort. As the tip of the dildo passed all the way inside her and her vaginal opening came to rest around the slightly thinner shaft, Casey stopped and took a deep breath to let out a long sigh.

As her hands relaxed, the small dildo was quickly ejected, causing a quick gasp followed by giggles from Casey. Danielle hugged her tight and kissed her on the lips. “You’re such a badass, cutie!” she cheered, as she was unable to stop herself from kissing Casey’s face all over. Danielle stopped their little game after that, deciding that Casey had gone well past her comfort zone already and didn’t want to go too far. She wiped away all the lube and licked Casey’s pussy to orgasm.

Over the next couple of days they slowly worked their way up through the last few dildos. After playing with the 5.5 for most of the day, Casey became a lot more comfortable with the sensations. While she was still a little nervous about going bigger, she didn’t have the same panicked reaction anymore, so she was able to just take it slow and ease them inside without too much discomfort.

Casey was so excited to finally be able to go through with it all when they went back to see Chris again the following week. She still was very nervous when it came time to actually do it. She trusted Chris by then, but it was different not having the full control of the situation anymore. Between Chris going very slow and Danielle being there to comfort her and keep her strong, he was finally able to slide into her and actually have sex with her until completion. Danielle was kind of surprised how slow and gentle he managed to remain throughout. And despite a few whimpers when he went a little deeper, Casey even said it felt kind of nice.

Chris pulled out and jerked himself off until he came across Casey’s chest and stomach. Danielle had asked him not to cum inside her to avoid any risk of pregnancy. Something she was pretty happy she usually never had to be concerned about one way or the other. It would be virtually impossible for her own sperm to impregnate anyone; her sperm count was effective zero, and it was even less likely someone else would knock her up.

Chris also tried to help acclimate Casey to some other parts of Danielle’s job. She was very uncomfortable being mean to other people, but Chris helped teach her that sometimes people enjoy it when you’re mean to them. You just have to make sure it’s what they like before you act like that. Casey thought it was weird that anyone would like that, but after a few months of living with Danielle, a lot of things had seemed weird, and Casey just shrugged it off. Sometimes it was okay to not understand why things are the way they are; they just are, and you have to find some way to deal with it.

While Casey was learning how to be more comfortable with the kind of stuff Danielle did for a living, Danielle was working on herself as well. In the months after getting her “No Limits” tattoo, she’d gotten a pacifier resting in a puddle of blood on her hip—a somewhat cartoonish but still uncomfortably realistic cock tattooed on her left shoulder blade. The cock was swollen and dark purple with rubber bands wrapped around the base, and a few spurts of blood were coming out where the balls had been chopped off. She’d also gotten a really adorable anime-style hamster with big cute eyes tattooed on her half, as well as a black boot coming down on top of it. Lastly, she had always had a small tattoo on the back of her neck, right at the hairline, “NADIA” in neat little block letters.

For a month or so, she’d also been working on her biggest tattoo so far, the full sleeve of her left arm: roses spiraling up from the wrist to the shoulder, blood dripping from the thorns and interwoven with barbed wire. Chris’s work might not be the best in the business, but he certainly knew how to capture the images in Danielle’s head perfectly. While his work might be missing some of the little touches to go from “good” to “great,” she felt his style matched the image she was going for pretty well.

Danielle was also getting quite a few “regulars,” and Casey was happy to help out with a few of them. She would mostly participate when Danielle was sure it was someone who wouldn’t want anything violent, which unfortunately meant that she still had to keep Casey at home for most of her clients. A few of the non-violent clients also just weren’t comfortable with a 12-year-old being involved.

The first violent thing she introduced Casey to was with a man she had known for close to three months at the time. She had helped him rape his 7-year-old virgin daughter, and raped her herself too, of course. Since then, she’d been with them a handful of times, usually getting paid, one time for free. The man still enjoyed being rough and brutal with the little girl, but while she would cry and scream and beg him to stop during the act, she would bounce back as if nothing had happened moments later. Danielle had always been impressed by that resilience, and she thought it would be perfect to show Casey that even things that are really bad in the moment aren’t necessarily so bad.

In order for him to accept that Casey was off-limits, Danielle offered to do it for free, as she had before, just because she enjoyed the little girl. The girl’s name was Catalina; she had beautiful black hair and big brown eyes, the perfect little preteen body—flat chest, smooth pussy, and a cute round ass. Danielle certainly couldn’t blame her dad for wanting to fuck her.

Danielle warned Casey about what was going to happen, of course. She told her the girl would usually scream and cry because her dad did things that hurt her, but they felt good for her dad. Casey was a little unnerved by that but promised she would try to just stay calm. Danielle told her if it was too uncomfortable, they would just leave the room, but she wanted Casey to still stay and see that the girl was fine afterward.

At the door they were greeted by Mr. Ramos; his name was Miguel, but he wanted Danielle to call him Mr. Ramos all the time. He gave Danielle a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, then introduced himself to Casey, shaking her hand and letting her know how excited he had been to meet her. Casey seemed to like him right away. Mr. Ramos was always incredibly friendly, sweet, and considerate, at least until his pants came off. He invited them inside, and they all sat down in the living room just to chat for a few minutes. Catalina came in after Mr. Ramos called her; she too ran up to Danielle and gave her a big hug. Danielle, of course, took the opportunity to grope the little girl's butt for a few seconds. She greeted Casey a bit more shyly but still trying to be friendly, though avoiding physical contact.

Mr. Ramos picked up Catalina and placed her in his lap as they talked. Danielle took Casey’s hand and gave it a comforting little squeeze; she knew all too well where things were headed once Mr. Ramos got his hands on Catalina. He was fine, chatty, and friendly for a few minutes, as he gently stroked Catalina’s legs, keeping a respectful distance from the hem of her little flower-patterned, purple dress. Slowly his hands worked their way further and further up until he began to pull her dress up, revealing the girl's pantyless crotch to them. Danielle could see the change come over his face mid-sentence as his hand slipped in between Catalina’s legs, quickly and forcefully invading her small pussy with a dry finger.

Catalina cried out in pain, which only seemed to increase Mr. Ramos’s desire to hurt her, as he forced her legs spread using one knee and his other hand and rammed his finger in and out of her as deep as it could go. Casey squeezed Danielle’s hand hard, and her entire body seemed to jump out of its seat; she gave a concerned look to Danielle, who simply responded with a calm smile. She put an arm around Casey’s shoulders and whispered to her “Remember, this is just how they like to play; Catalina is fine.”

While Mr. Ramos was tearing Catalina’s dress off, Danielle pulled Casey into her own lap and unbuttoned her little shorts before sliding a hand inside to tease her clit as they watched. He pulled his cock out and pressed it to the crying girl’s lips “¡Ábrete la carajuda boca, perra!” he commanded. Catalina opened her mouth; it was hard to say if she was obeying or trying to speak up, but Mr. Ramos didn’t wait to find out; his cock invaded into her mouth the second her lips parted, stabbing straight to the back of her throat. Catalina tried desperately to push him away so she could get some air. Casey clearly didn’t know what to think of what was happening in front of her, but she remained calm with Danielle’s soothing fingers rubbing between her legs.

Mr. Ramos pulled back, giving the girl a chance to breathe for a moment, then yelled at her, “¡Mama la verga de tu papá, perra! ¡No pares ni un segundo!” The girl calmed down slightly and grasped his cock with both hands and started working it in and out of her mouth as tears streamed down her face. “See, she likes making her daddy happy.” Danielle whispered to Casey. Catalina seemed determined to do a good job despite her obvious fear and discomfort. Despite Casey’s own discomfort, Danielle felt her legs slip a bit further apart, and her pussy was definitely responding to the stimuli of her fingers. “She’s such a good girl, isn’t she, cutie?”

“Does she really like it?” Casey wanted to know. “She doesn’t like it right now, but she likes it afterward.” “You can ask her when they’re done, cutie.” Danielle told her as she started gently sliding Casey’s shorts down her soft, thin legs. There was no question Casey was uncomfortable with what she was seeing, but Danielle’s fingers were enough to make her at least a little interested in seeing it through still. Mr. Ramos gave the girl a shove, and she landed on her ass; he immediately jumped on top of her, pinning her arms above her head and forcing her legs apart, “no, daddy, please, it hurts!” she cried out in a panic as his cock forced its way into her tight little cunt as it had done so many times before.

Danielle kissed Casey’s shoulder and up her neck. “Do you think we should help him, cutie?” Casey turned around to look at her, “help him how?” she asked. Danielle stood her up and pulled her shorts all the way down, then she took her by the hand and led her over to the struggling little girl on the floor and had her kneel down next to her. “Why don’t you help him hold her hands still?” Casey uncomfortably leaned over the little girl and grasped her wrists above her head, staring down into Catalina’s face twisted in pain, crying and screaming as she sobbed and begged her dad to stop hurting her. Danielle lay down on her back behind Casey and scooted herself back until her head was right between her legs and she could get her tongue on that sweet little pussy, while Casey was on her knees holding Catalina’s hands in place.

Not having to hold her hands himself allowed Mr. Ramos to pound into Catalina even harder, only increasing the screams and yelps every time he punched his cock deep inside her. “¡Aúlla todo lo que quieras, wey! ¡Que se oiga en toda la calle!” Mr. Ramos growled, grinning down at Catalina. Judging by the sweetness running into Danielle’s mouth, Casey wasn’t purely horrified by what was happening, even though she didn’t seem like she was about to orgasm any time soon; she was definitely very wet.

When Mr. Ramos came inside Catalina, he let out a loud howl, sounding more like a wounded animal than a human. Danielle had heard the sound many times before, but she felt a shiver run through Casey’s body at the sound. Danielle got back up and helped Casey up too; she was a little shaken but seemed to be taking it pretty well. As Mr. Ramos pulled out of Catalina, he hugged her close and kissed her all over her face, “you’re such a good girl for daddy, princess.” He praised her in a gentle and soothing tone. Catalina wiped her eyes and coughed a few times to clear her throat, then she smiled and hugged her dad, “I love you, daddy.” She told him, “I love you too, baby.” He said, then he picked her up off the floor and helped her put her dress back on. As they had planned, Mr. Ramos suggested Catalina take Casey to her room and show her around; it had been Danielle’s idea to give Casey a chance to ask questions in private if she wanted to. Catalina excitedly grabbed Casey’s hand and pulled her off to her room while Danielle and Mr. Ramos stayed in the living room.

30 minutes later, when Danielle finally decided to interrupt the girls, she found them playing with Catalina's Barbie dolls, both laughing and giggling, seeming mostly unaffected by what had happened previously. Casey hardly wanted to leave again, but Danielle insisted they had to be getting home. She told Casey they could always come back and play with Catalina and Mr. Ramos another time if she wanted to. They walked the first few miles back to the motel so they could talk privately for a while. Casey seemed to have a pretty good understanding of what was going on now. Catalina didn’t like when her dad raped her, but she did like how it made him more sweet and affectionate the rest of the time. Catalina felt like it was worth a few minutes of pain to make her daddy so happy. Casey still thought it would be better if he didn't rape her, but if they were both happier in the end, it probably wasn’t so bad.

 

Chapter 15

 

Casey was quickly able to internalize that pain didn’t always have to be a bad thing after meeting Catalina. Danielle soon started bringing her along even for much younger girls; she enjoyed watching their fathers or Danielle rape them, knowing they would be happy about it once it was all over. Of course, Danielle made sure Casey wasn’t around long enough to really verify her beliefs. Danielle told her that younger girls can take a long time to calm down after they get raped, just like babies can cry for hours if they’re hungry; they can keep crying for hours after being raped, but it would only help them get used to the feelings of having sex that much quicker.

Casey even enjoyed getting more involved with the little girls, holding them down or sitting on their faces, letting them scream and cry against her pussy while she giggled and even sometimes had an orgasm. Casey was also happy to let any men fuck her, even if they got rough and hurt her; she knew she’d get love and praise from Danielle when it was over. Danielle showered her with love and affection—it wasn’t performative or in order to push Casey to further extremes, at least not consciously—but Danielle just felt so proud of Casey any time she was willing to push her limits.

The first time Casey got involved in the violence herself was more of an accident than an intentional thing on her part; she was sitting on the face of a 3-year-old girl as Danielle raped her pussy. The girl bit Casey hard, and she jumped off and slapped the girl’s face, telling her, “No! No biting!” Danielle had slapped the girl too, much harder than Casey did, “Don’t you hurt her, you little bitch!” Danielle scolded the girl as she pulled out and went to take care of Casey. “Did she hurt you, cutie?” the girl’s father was on top of her as soon as Danielle moved out of the way. He wasn’t able to penetrate her fully, but rubbed his dick hard and rough against her. Danielle had licked Casey to orgasm while they took turns slapping the girl’s face, chest, and arms and telling her off for being such a bitch.

The next time they were in a similar situation, Casey sat on the girl’s face, that time a 5-year-old who wasn’t quite as upset as the 3-year-old, by Danielle’s small cock. Casey jumped up and slapped the girl, yelling “no biting!” even though Danielle was almost certain the girl had done no biting; she still played along. They punished the girl while Danielle ate Casey’s pussy once more while the girl’s uncle finished raping her.

Danielle was proud of Casey for embracing the violence in that way, especially for her willingness to punish the girl over a false accusation. Once they got back to the hotel, Danielle had a long talk with Casey about when violence was okay; the people that hired them had to agree to it first, she had to be careful about hitting girls if their fathers or uncles or occasionally grandfathers didn’t approve of it. Casey admitted it felt kind of good to hit the girls sometimes, gaining her further praise from Danielle and more oral pleasure.

She tried to teach Casey these things, but Casey’s newly awakened sadistic streak wasn’t so easy to contain. Even when the objective wasn’t to hurt the girls, Danielle would sometimes catch Casey pinching them to get them to start crying. She could never really get mad at Casey for it; she enjoyed the crying just as much herself, but she still always pointed it out to Casey that she shouldn’t be doing unless they’ve been asked to.

Less than 4 months after her 12th birthday, Casey was joining Danielle for all her clients unless they specifically didn’t want her involved. Danielle’s transformation was still going on track as well; her breasts were growing slightly bigger still, she was excited that she might be able to upgrade to a B-cup soon. She had also started getting a few piercings done, starting with her ears; she now had 2 rings and 3 studs in her left ear, 3 rings and 3 studs in her right ear, then she got 3 rings done in her left eyebrow, a nose ring, rings either side of her lower lip, and a small chin stud. She also got barbells through both nipples and of course her belly button got a nice shiny green gem studded barbell.

At Chris’s suggestion, she’d gone to a different tattooist to get a large block of text done in very pretty cursive writing down the left side of her ribs. Chris didn’t feel like his skill set was appropriate for the delicate little letters to be perfectly sharp and legible, so she had to pay full price for it to a high-end tattooist; it soon became one of her more expensive tattoos but it definitely felt worth it to her. Her and Casey had worked together on the wording for it; they finally settled on:

They gave me a boy’s name and a different frame,
But I carved out a woman from the inside out.
Each pill, each metal stud, every drop of ink,
Was a promise made to myself in the dark:
I will be exactly who I choose to be.

When it was finally finished and fully healed, Danielle felt pretty good about spending the extra money on it; it was very clear and sharp and easy to read.

Her next project was a pair of wings on her back, a large, light-colored, feathery angel wing on the right side and a dry, decrepit, leathery bat wing on the left side. It covered most of her back and had taken almost 2 months to finish, but Danielle loved it. Even Casey was getting increasingly interested in Danielle’s tattoos, so much so that Danielle finally had to give in and let Casey get a tattoo of her own. Chris agreed to do a small tattoo for her, but said she’d have to wait a few years before she could have anything else done. She wanted a pixel heart just like Danielle’s but with pink and purple bands of color across it instead of the trans pride colors Danielle had chosen. Chris was very gentle and careful with it, only doing about a quarter of it at first. They had to go home and make sure there were no adverse reactions before he would finish it.

Casey didn’t much enjoy the pain of getting the tattoo, but other than that had no negative reactions to the ink and it healed up very nicely. They went back and had Chris finish the whole thing. Casey stopped asking for more tattoos once it was all said and done; it was just too uncomfortable for her, but she was still very proud and happy about her little heart tattoo on the top part of her right butt cheek. Danielle loved it too; it looked super cute on Casey and once it was healed, she couldn’t stop herself from kissing and rubbing it every time she saw it.

Casey’s personality at home started changing a bit as well; she was still sweet and affectionate with Danielle, but she became a lot more sexually aggressive, especially around men. It wasn’t long after she’d first successfully had sex with Chris that she started participating in Danielle’s arrangement with Greg. As long as Casey was happy about what she was doing, Danielle didn’t try to stop her. She knew Greg would frequently visit Casey in the room when she was home alone; she was able to get him to knock an extra $200 off their rent every month thanks to that.

They did have to go visit the free clinic to get Casey on birth control. Danielle was slightly worried about bringing her there with her being so young. She imagined the doctors asking all sorts of accusatory questions about why someone that young would need birth control, but they were very professional and commended them for being proactive rather than wait until it was too late. They gave Casey the “mini-pill” since it would be easier on her system and have less side effects; she just had to remember to take it every day, and it should do its job preventing any pregnancies. Of course, the doctors still warned them that the pills only prevent pregnancy and they should be using condoms as well to prevent STIs.

They did use condoms for work of course, unless they were paid not to. Danielle also still trusted her own intuition and made sure to stay safe with anyone if she felt there was an increased risk. The only permanent thing she’d caught so far was herpes, very early in her career, possibly from Nadia even though she claimed hers wasn’t infectious. Anything else had so far been pretty easily treatable. She also got Casey on the same regimen as herself of taking Doxycycline to prevent bacterial infections and getting a PrEP injection every couple of months to keep them both as safe as possible.

While Danielle still did want to keep Casey safe as much as possible, she was also becoming more comfortable letting Casey take some control of her own life, make her own choices, and that included letting her loose on the internet to look for clients either for herself or for the both of them. Danielle would still go with her to meet people of course, but if the client was only interested in Casey, she got to do whatever she felt comfortable doing with him. Danielle did feel a little bit jealous when she wasn’t included, but she felt it was good for Casey to learn to handle these things on her own.

Danielle also bought a small lock box for Casey that would fit inside the safe in their room. When Casey got paid without Danielle being involved, that money would go into her own savings; the box could only be opened with a fingerprint reader so Casey was the only one with access to it. Danielle didn’t want to suddenly find herself tempted to do what Nadia had done to her. The small steel box would be easy enough to break into of course, but it would give her at least a moment of pause to hopefully make a better choice and at least leave Casey the money she had earned herself. All of their expenses came out of their shared cash, so Casey’s savings added up pretty quickly.

Casey also turned out to be quite the tough little businesswoman; she would take those guys for every penny she could get. When she met a man online who was interested in her, her first offer to them was $500 for vaginal, $1,000 for anal. She would get on cam and tease them till their balls were screaming for release without ever actually showing them anything. She might pull her top up to just below the nipples or slip her panties down just enough for them to see her beautiful smooth pubic mound but never any of her pussy. She might playfully fondle a dildo with her hand, but would never put it near her mouth or pussy. She never did get as much as she was asking for of course; that wasn’t really the point, but she would frequently get $200-$300 for vaginal sex and at least $300+, sometimes as high as $500, for anal. She mostly let Danielle handle their fetish clients; she just wanted the dull guys who simply wanted to fuck a cute preteen.

Danielle’s business was booming as well, once she started advertising that she could bring along her “little sister” while still offering “no limits fun”. Casey’s limits were very quickly put to the test, but she had really taken all of Danielle’s teaching to heart and had learned to embrace her own sadistic side even if it meant doing something she felt was morally reprehensible. She learned not to blame herself for what she did; instead, she blamed the men who paid her to do it. Casey and Danielle were merely tools being used by men to live out their disgusting fantasies. They couldn’t be blamed any more than a hammer could be blamed for breaking someone’s skull. If the hammer happened to also enjoy the sensation of smashing through someone’s skull that didn’t make it any more morally culpable.

It was a great way to divorce themselves from the consequences of their actions, while still allowing themselves to enjoy any part of it that might have been pleasurable. Not unlike how Danielle herself had felt early on, Casey had problems when it came to harming animals at first. But that all changed when they were hired by a man who wanted them to “entertain” one of his male dogs, for his pleasure. Danielle agreed to have sex with it; she had done it a couple of times before and usually quite enjoyed the feeling. Casey had never seen Danielle with a dog before, and watching a few clips of girls with dogs online didn’t exactly make her excited to try it herself. She did agree to help Danielle and at least try sucking its cock.

They arrived at his place and could hear the dogs barking from the street as they got out of their ride-share. The man was clearly breeding dogs, probably for sale and probably for something else as well, based on the dog he brought out for them. It looked like just a mutt; at least Danielle couldn’t identify the breed—it was missing half its tail, one of its ears, one eye was completely grey, and it was completely covered in scars all over its body and especially its face. Casey seemed a little frightened and disturbed by its appearance but it came up and sniffed at them both, wagging its tail happily and was perfectly happy getting cuddles and scratches. The man said his name was Brian; he was probably early 50s, with a large beer gut, but strong-looking arms. He had a big beard and a few tattoos of his own visible on his arms. The dog he called Rolf, and said he’d done his duty, fathered probably hundreds of puppies and been in his share of scraps but always came out on top. Danielle and Casey were there to give him one final sendoff before he was put down.

Casey was a little saddened by that, but Brian easily enough convinced her it was the best thing for Rolf; he’d had a rough life and was in almost constant pain—it was just more humane to let him go. To Danielle, it felt like a speech he’d given before, but Casey accepted the reasoning. Brian told Danielle to strip down and let Rolf have his fun with her. She did as he asked and got naked on her hands and knees on the floor, without any prompting Rolf ran over and started licking her asshole; it clearly wasn’t his first time doing this sort of thing. His tail was wagging excitedly as his paws tapped around rhythmically on the hard wood floor. Casey scratched him behind his good ear as he licked Danielle for a minute, then suddenly sprang up onto her back, as had been the case before when she had done this, the dog’s dick started stabbing against her balls, unable to find what it was looking for.

Brian suggested Casey should help guide Rolf’s cock into Danielle’s ass while he sat down in an armchair and pulled his fat little cock out. Rolf had given up for a moment, getting off of Danielle’s back and was walking around in circles sniffing at the ground. Casey got on her knees next to him and put a hand on Danielle’s back, giving it a couple of loud smacks to get Rolf’s attention, “up, Rolf,” she instructed him firmly. Rolf turned his attention back to Danielle and licked her ass a couple more times before hopping back on and trying to get inside her. Casey quickly noticed the red tip of his cock protruding from its sheath and grasped it firmly in her hand and aimed it toward Danielle’s asshole.

As soon as Casey’s hand closed around his cock, Rolf seemed to think he’d hit the mark and started hammering his hips against hers, pulling his dick completely free of its sheath. Casey managed to get the tip of it in contact with Danielle’s asshole, and in one smooth thrust, Rolf buried himself inside her. His dick wasn’t huge yet, but once it was inside, it started to swell and expand, stretching her asshole delightfully wide as he pounded into her. Danielle loved the completely uninhibited way dogs would have sex; they weren’t worried about making her feel good or giving her an orgasm—they just pounded away, the only thought in their mind being that they gotta deposit their cum as deep inside her as possible.

Although Rolf wasn’t trying to, Danielle did still cum before he was done with her, squirting her small, watery load onto the floor boards below her. Casey seemed to relax a lot when she noticed it; she had been watching the show looking fairly nervous about just how brutally Rolf was fucking her. Danielle had explained about dog’s knots to Casey already, but when she got to see the giant red ball struggling to extract itself from Danielle’s asshole, she still gasped, “Wow, that’s big!” “Does it hurt?” she asked Danielle, sounding just slightly concerned for her safety. “It hurts so amazingly good, cutie,” Danielle told her with a reassuring moan.

After 5 minutes Rolf was starting to grow impatient, though his knot was still keeping him firmly in place. He finally jumped off Danielle’s back and gave a mighty yank, pulling himself free, causing himself to yelp in pain and Danielle to fall down flat on the floor with a scream as if her asshole had been torn in two. Casey ran over to check if she was okay; Danielle stuck a finger in her own ass and saw a couple of light streaks of blood, “No big deal, cutie, happens sometimes,” she told her and stood back up. Brian had Rolf on his back, with a firm grip around the base of his cock, preventing it from retreating and keeping it nice and hard. Danielle took Casey’s hand and brought her over to Rolf where they both knelt down, and Danielle instantly began sucking his cock, happily devouring the salty fluid continuously spraying from the tip of his cock.

When she released Rolf’s cock again she nudged Casey to give it a try, “It doesn’t taste bad,” she assured her. Casey moved in closer to the bright red, throbbing member; she stuck out her tongue and touched it to the shaft of his cock. She sat back and explored the taste it left in her mouth for a moment, then she shrugged her shoulders and dove in sucking it as deep as she could. The spray surprised her momentarily causing her to cough and sputter when it hit the back of her throat but she fought her way through it and continued sucking.

Danielle crawled down between Casey’s legs and pulled her skirt up to eat her pussy as she sucked Rolf’s cock. Brian had been watching them with his own cock in his hand, took the opportunity to get behind Danielle and ram his cock into her ass. Casey held onto the base of Rolf’s cock tightly with one hand while the other hand kept scratching his stomach; he seemed perfectly content to stay there forever, letting her talented little mouth work its magic on his cock.

After Brian drained his balls into Danielle’s ass, he told them to wait there and left the room. He came back soon after carrying a bunch of gear and started setting up, first strapping a muzzle around Rolf’s face then strapped a harness around his midsection and tied ropes connected to the harness off in sturdy spots, keeping Rolf mostly immobile on his back. He tied ropes around Rolf’s hind legs and tied them off, keeping his legs spread open, then he sat down in the armchair again. “Now you girls get to emasculate him,” he told them with a grin as he started stroking his cock again.

Casey looked confused at Danielle, who intentionally hadn’t prepared Casey for what was about to happen. “He wants us to destroy Rolf’s cock and balls, cutie,” she told Casey with a smile, half expecting the girl to refuse and just run out of the room. Instead Casey simply told her, “Oh, okay.” Then Casey flicked her finger hard at Rolf’s balls causing pained yelps through the muzzle. Danielle gave her a tight hug and a kiss, “You’re so awesome, cutie!” she quickly helped Casey out of her clothes so they could give Brian a better show and she offered Casey the first kick.

Casey had helped to torture men’s cocks and balls before, a lot of men loved having a little girl kick them in the nuts, but this was the first time she did it to an animal, and one who clearly didn’t want them to do it. Casey kicked Rolf hard in the balls wearing her little sneakers and nothing else. Brian gave an appreciative groan from his chair as Rolf looked like he was about to break his own back to twist out of the harness and cried out in excruciating howls.

Casey grinned nervously at Danielle, looking for approval that she did the right thing. Danielle kissed her, “That was great, cutie, we have to destroy his manhood completely.” Danielle knelt down next to Rolf and began to stroke his cock again, despite the pain only moments ago he seemed ready to go again right away, thrusting his hips against her hand as she rubbed the thin cock through his sheath. As soon as she saw the red tip protrude she got her mouth on it and started working it with her lips and her tongue until it expanded to its full bright red hardness once more. She held it firmly to the side again, gripping it right at the base, and she scooted herself back on her knees. Then she told Casey, “Kick it!”

Casey took a couple of steps back and drove into the kick like a running back, snapping the penile bone cleanly in half, echoing the sound of a snapped pencil through the room. His cock whipped around almost pulling free of Danielle’s grip; she felt warm drops spray lightly across her face and chest as the tip of his cock whipped past her. Only moments later did she realize the spray was blood as the cock came to rest again and quickly shrank in her hand while blood pooled over the dog’s stomach from the tip of his broken dick.

A horrified look came across Casey’s face for just a moment, then it shifted to an apologetic grin as Rolf howled and tried to extract himself from the situation he was stuck in. Danielle dipped two fingers in the blood pooling on the floor next to Rolf and flicked her fingers at Casey’s face, giving her a light spray of blood and causing them both to start giggling. Rolf’s struggling grew a little weaker against the restraints; his shriveled penis had started to swell up making it impossible for him to fully retract it. Each beat of his heart pushed a few more drops out of the swollen member. Danielle stood up and took aim with her boot before swiftly bringing it down on top of Rolf’s testicles.

He tried to struggle for a second and let out a loud yelp followed by a soft droning whine. His eyes seemed to glass over as he just stared into the room, seemingly unable to understand what was happening to him. Danielle lifted her foot and slammed it down once again on his balls, this time twisted and rubbing her heel around, tearing at the sack. There was a slight whine from Rolf and his hind legs gave a little jerk but that was all the fight he had left in him. When she raised her boot this time she realized stomping down on his balls had also forced a piece of shit out of his asshole and her boot heel was completely smeared in shit. She gave Rolf a swift kick in the side, “Filthy mutt!” she complained and put her boot on his chest, dragging it down over his stomach and along his tail, leaving a trail of shit and blood along the way.

Casey kicked his balls lightly with her sneakers, “Is he dead?” she asked, sounding more than a little bit disappointed. “He’s just in shock, honey,” Brian told her as he continued stroking his throbbing cock. Casey sat down on the floor with her legs crossed under herself; she poked at his cock still sticking halfway out of the sheath. She wrapped her hand around it and pulled it all the way out, squeezing fresh blood from it in the process. When she let go of it it just flopped limply onto his stomach. Laying there, battered and bruised it didn’t look as intimidating as it had seemed just a few minutes before when he had been fucking Danielle.

Casey stood back up and stepped over Rolf’s body, positioning herself with a leg on either side of him, then squatted down over him. She reached down to grasp his swollen, broken cock and gently rubbed it against her pussy. Danielle watched her with a soft smile on her face; Casey seemed to be completely unaware that she had made herself the center of attention in the room as she began pushing Rolf’s cock inside herself. The penile bone inside made it rigid enough to still enter her, although she could only get about three inches inside before the swelling became too great at the point of the fracture. She bounced herself up and down a few times before finally looking up and realizing both Danielle and Brian were staring at her. Her face turned just the slightest hint of red as she looked at them both, probably not enough for Brian to notice but Danielle certainly did.

Casey was able to balance Rolf’s cock into a position where she could let go of it and still keep sliding up and down on it slowly. She grinned at Danielle and grabbed at the already torn scrotum with both hands, digging in her sharp nails and tearing it open even further. There was almost no reaction at all to the tearing, but when she pulled on the exposed testicles one of his hind legs would twitch and his stomach gave a little jerk that pushed his cock into her pussy about half an inch, much to her delight.

When Casey let go of his balls and stood back up, Danielle gave her a big hug and a kiss on the lips. “You’re so fucking twisted, cutie, I love you!” she told Casey with a big smile. Casey just giggled softly, clearly still feeling a little embarrassed. “Is it destroyed enough?” she finally asked, looking over at Brian.

Brian got out of his chair and walked over to them, still stroking his hard cock. He stood next to Casey, took her hand, and wrapped her soft little fingers around his dick, helping her stroke it as his other hand ran down her back to fondle her soft little ass.

Danielle just stood back and watched as Casey helped him cum once again, spraying his sperm across Rolf’s ruined cock and exposed testicles. He gave Casey a kiss on the cheek. “You did an admirable job, sweetheart.” “That was one hell of a sendoff for him,” he said. He said he was going to get the shot to put Rolf down and asked if they wanted to stay for the final act, but they felt like their work was done and left Brian alone to deal with Rolf in peace.

Danielle felt great about what had happened, and Casey seemed like she was in good spirits as they left the house, but Danielle was pretty sure she would need a little time to fully process everything that had just happened.

 

Chapter 16

 

Casey did spend the following couple of days being more quiet than usual; she didn’t seem sad or unhappy, just more introspective for a while. It gave Danielle an opportunity to do a little more research into a surprise she had been working on for Casey. She had been planning it for a few months, slowly gathering the information she would need online. After the experience with Rolf, she felt like Casey was finally ready for it.

When Casey began to act like herself again after a few days, Danielle sat her down and had a talk with her about how she felt about what they had done with Rolf. Danielle always gave Casey a chance to gather her thoughts before she tried to interfere; she wanted her to understand her own feelings rather than just being told how she should feel. Casey felt good about it overall; she did feel bad that Rolf had suffered, but she was glad they had given him a sendoff that Brian thought was appropriate for him. She knew Rolf wasn’t suffering anymore and that was thanks to what they had done.

Danielle gave her a hug and a kiss on the cheek, telling her how proud she was of her. She took Casey by the hand and brought her to the bed, where they made passionate love together; Danielle brought Casey to at least 3 orgasms with her mouth and fingers. She left the motel room soon after, telling Casey she had to go meet a client by herself. Casey didn’t question it; it wasn’t too unusual, and she sat down with the laptop to watch some loud twitch streamer.

Danielle got a ride-share to her destination; she’d taken the same route quite a few times over the past few months to watch the house. She had a pretty good idea of their routines by now—the wife was working late most nights; she was a nurse at a local hospital, and the husband was home alone most evenings if he didn’t have some woman over to entertain him. He wasn’t a bad-looking man; Danielle was pretty pleased with that; it would make things less uncomfortable for her initially, at least.

When she arrived by the house, it seemed like he was alone in there; when he had a woman over, his behavior became less predictable, but alone, she had a pretty good idea of his routine. She went to the small park across the street; there was a handful of kids roaming around on the playground. The neighborhood wasn’t great but it wasn’t exactly a slum either, just an average lower-middle-class place. She sat down on a bench right by the path leading to the playground and started playing around on her phone while she waited.

She didn’t have to wait too long; it was less than 30 minutes before he came out to go for his round around the playground as he would do at least every couple of hours. To most people, it might look like he was just taking a casual stroll, but Danielle knew there was a reason he always happened to take the stroll around the playground. She greeted him with a coy little smile and a soft “hey.” As she looked him up and down, trying to seem subtle but making sure he noticed her looking. He gave her a polite nod and a “hi.” But continued his walk around the playground. A few minutes later on his way back out, he walked by her again; “Leaving so soon?” she asked playfully.

She didn’t want to appear to be coming on too strong, but she had watched enough of his behavior online to know he was a full-blown narcissist; he wasn’t going to catch on to anything weird about a girl less than half his age flirting with him; he clearly thought himself irresistible to women. He sat down next to her, “I guess I can stay a few more minutes.” He told her with a creepy smile. “Are you here with a little brother or sister?” he asked, looking toward the kids on the playground. “No.” Danielle laughed, “my sister isn’t really the playground sort of kid.” The man looked back to Danielle, “What sort of kid is she then?” he asked. Danielle looked around to make sure nobody was going to overhear what she was about to say, then laughed again, “She’s more of the, sitting at home naked in front of her webcam, sort of kid.” The man laughed along with her, “Some kids grow up so fast these days.” He sighed, then stretched his arm behind Danielle’s back on the bench.

“Or maybe she learned it from her big sister?” he asked playfully accusatory. Danielle turned her face away, acting a little shy, “I wouldn’t do something like that.” She told him trying to sound convincing. “No limits, No shame.” He read aloud the tattoo across her collarbone. Danielle tried to deflect, “I wouldn’t do it on the internet!” she blurted out trying to sound innocent, then looking away embarrassed again when she saw on his face he knew exactly what she had “unintentionally” implied. He grinned harmlessly enough at her, “I’d love to find out just how shameless you can be.” He told her, moving his hand to her shoulder, giving it a soft squeeze and running his fingers up and down.

Danielle scoffed and rolled her eyes, “Oh yeah, sure, like you couldn’t find an actually attractive girl instead.” He was very adamant that he certainly did find her attractive and she looked like she would be fun to play around with. Danielle acted very flattered to get that sort of attention from an older man. At no point did he seem the least bit suspicious about her behavior, just as she had expected. She finally asked if he’d be willing to meet her at the motel she was staying at. She wrote down the address and room number for him and told him to just knock on the door in an hour or so, so she’d have some time to freshen up. She told him multiple times that he didn’t have to if he didn’t really want to, and she wouldn’t blame him if he decided to just not show up, really playing up the sweet and insecure little girl act.

She rushed back to the hotel room she had rented for the day, making sure everything was all set and getting her makeup and hair touched up to look her best for when he’d finally arrive. She had some pretty severe butterflies in her stomach; she wasn’t used to making things like this happen for herself. For so long she had simply relied on her clients to bring the ideas to her, but this was all her own idea; she was in complete control of the situation, and she couldn’t risk anything not going according to her plan.

She had brought a bunch of clothes, makeup, and assorted little things from their own motel room to toss around and make the room look lived in. She plugged her phone into the charger next to the bed and prepared a couple of drinks in the mini-fridge. A Coke Zero for herself and Miller High Life for him. Based on his social media posts, that seemed to be the only thing he drank all day long. She couldn’t stop fidgeting as she waited for him to arrive; her left leg wouldn’t stop staying still, just bobbing up and down constantly. It was a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness; she had felt it before going to meet a new client or being asked to do something new for the first time. It was more intense this time, maybe just because it was her own choice for once; she couldn’t shift the blame for this to someone else.

She didn’t want to shift the blame this time though; she wanted to own this moment and this experience. When the knock came at the door, it felt as if her entire body instantly dropped to a lower gear; she didn’t feel nervous, she felt exhilarated. She opened the door, acting very surprised and thrilled to see him, almost going in for a hug before pulling back and apologizing meekly. He stepped into the room and gave her a hug, “You’re okay,” he told her with a pat on the butt. “I didn’t really think you’d come.” she told him with a grateful smile. She dropped to her knees in front of him, “How can I express my gratitude to you, Sir?” He gave her a smile that told her he was pleased, but not surprised by her behavior. Clearly this was how he expected all women to treat him, and when they didn’t it was because there was something wrong with them.

He stepped up right in front of her and let his hand stroke gently down the side of her face; then his thumb ran across her lips before she sucked it into her mouth as she stared up into his eyes. “Let’s see what else those lips can do,” he told her as he pulled his thumb from her mouth and started unbuckling his belt. He pulled his cock out in front of her, it was only semi-hard but already looked impressively big. Danielle wasted no time wrapping both hands around the shaft and sucking the tip into her mouth, feeling it grow harder and bigger in the process. When he was fully hard she moved back a bit to take it all in, “Wow, your cock is magnificent, Sir,” she sighed.

“Think your little holes can handle it, baby?” he grinned down at her, “mmhmm” she agreed with his cock back inside her mouth. He found a chair and sat down, Danielle’s mouth never leaving his cock; she pulled his pants all the way down so she could get to his balls. They smelled like he hadn’t showered in a week, sweaty and musky, she licked and sucked them like they were the best thing she’d had in her mouth in all of her life, while jerking off his impressive cock. After enjoying her mouth for a few minutes he suggested, “I think it’s time I feel that hot little pussy of yours, baby!” Danielle couldn’t let him find out the truth of course; she lifted up her shirt to let him play with her tits instead, as she shook her head softly, “You can please me later, this is just for you, Sir!” He accepted her reasoning without complaints. He leaned back in the chair with a look of, “damn right, this is all for me!” on his face.

She sucked, licked, kissed, fondled and groped his cock for almost 20 minutes, the whole time telling him how amazing, huge, sexy, perfect it was. He was loving it. When he finally exploded she held his cock in her mouth, dutifully swallowing every drop he offered her; she didn’t let go until she had sucked every last tiny drop out of him and he was almost completely soft again, she let it slip out of her mouth with a pop and stared gratefully into his eyes, “Thank you so much, Sir.” She smiled at him. He ran his fingers across her cheek again, “You’re very good at that, baby,” he told her with a wry smile.

Danielle got up and went to the mini-fridge, “Would you like something to drink, Sir?” she asked pulling out the Miller High Life and showing it to him. “It’s always Miller time somewhere.” He laughed and she brought the beer to him along with her Coke. She handed it to him and he cracked it open one-handed and quickly swallowed at least half of it, Danielle opened her coke and took a small sip of it. “Must be thirsty work, getting your dick sucked,” she smiled at him shyly. “I thought you were trying to drain all the fluids from my system!” he laughed. They sat at the small dining table in the room and talked for a few minutes, Danielle just flattering him in any way she could think of and trying to keep him distracted. Luckily he’d drunk most of the beer before he had a chance to notice anything, so even if he did notice now it was probably too late.

She didn’t think there was much to worry about anyway, the hole she’d made in the can with a needle was right at the rim and the sedative had no odor or taste to speak of. All she had to do was keep him busy and distracted through flattery for 10 to 15 minutes and that was certainly something she could do after years of dealing with all the different clients and various homeless people, junkies, and other prostitutes. She was great at just talking for 30 minutes to keep someone mentally unstable distracted enough that they forgot they were angry or upset.

After 10 minutes the drug was clearly having an effect, his speech got a little bit slurred and his head started bobbing lightly, “That beer went straight to my head, shouldn’t drink them so quick,” he complained and stood up, clearly only getting more dizzy from that. Danielle jumped out of her seat and grabbed his arm, “Are you okay, Sir?” she asked trying to sound concerned, as she guided him to sit down on the bed. “Do you need me to call someone, Sir?” she inquired further. “No, no I’ll be fine!” he said, waving a dismissive hand in the air. Pretty much the exact reaction she would have expected from him, of course he would try to act tough, he was such a manly man, so secure in his masculinity, that he wouldn’t drop the act for 2 seconds to save his own life, if it meant someone might think him less of a man.

His speech became progressively less coherent; after another minute she couldn’t understand a word he was mumbling at her. A minute after that he fell backwards onto the bed and was out like a light 10 seconds later. Danielle didn’t have a lot of experience with these sorts of drugs, but as far as she knew she’d have about 20 to 30 minutes before he’d slowly start coming to. She ran to the bathroom to get her bag of supplies. She got straps and ropes from the bag, threw them on the floor and started to move him properly onto the bed; she felt incredibly fortunate she got him seated on the bed before he passed out, he was a pretty big man, about 6’2” and probably close to 200 lb. Danielle was a tough girl, but moving his limp body around wasn’t easy.

It took her close to 10 minutes to get him in position and strip all his clothes off. She fastened the straps around his wrists and ankles then tied them as tightly as she could into the frame of the bed; she didn’t want him to be able to move at all. She wrapped another rope twice around his neck and tied it off to either side of the bed, tightly, but not enough to strangle him unless he tried to struggle too much. She put a ball gag in his mouth and wrapped 3 layers of duct tape around it making sure it would stay in place and he couldn’t make too much noise.

When she was satisfied that things were set up as well as they could be she put her shirt back on and walked outside the room to give Casey a call. She asked if Casey would be willing to come help her with a client, of course Casey was thrilled with the opportunity as always. Danielle ordered her a ride-share and sat down next to the dirty motel pool to wait for her.

 

Chapter 17

 

When Casey arrived, Danielle walked over to meet her at the car, giving her a big hug and telling her “I’ve got a surprise for you, cutie!” Casey’s face lit up with excitement as the word “surprise” always seemed to do; “What is it?” she asked, knowing she wasn’t going to get an answer yet. “It’s right over there,” Danielle told her and pointed to the room. She took Casey’s hand and they walked over to the room. Standing outside, Danielle could tell there were noises coming from inside, so he was definitely awake. The noise was muffled enough that it wasn’t particularly noticeable which room it was coming from or if it was just some machinery nearby causing the dull thuds. “We have to be a bit quiet, so try not to be too loud when you see the surprise, okay, cutie?” Danielle warned her; she put a hand in front of Casey’s eyes and opened the door, walking her carefully into the room.

“You’re making quite a racket!” Danielle told the man who became still when he saw her. “I thought I’d introduce you to my little sister, since we had so much fun together already.” She moved her hand away from Casey’s eyes and let her take a look. The second she saw the naked man on the bed, she hid behind Danielle, “It’s okay, cutie, he can’t hurt you,” Danielle assured her, turning to face her and giving her a comforting hug. “Uncle Dale?” Casey whispered in quiet disbelief. She hadn’t seen him in months and she hoped she’d never see him again for the rest of her life.

“I thought we could give him a nice ‘sendoff’ like we did with Rolf,” Danielle told her in a hushed voice so Dale wouldn’t hear her. Casey stared at her, her bright green eyes looking as big as she’d ever seen them; she was clearly still terrified of the man who had done those awful things to her. “You’re in control now, Casey, he’s the one who’s helpless!” “When we’re done with him, he’ll never be able to hurt you or anyone else ever again.” She kissed Casey on the lips. “I don’t think he’s realized who you are yet. We can just sneak out and leave him like this if you want.” “Or we can punish him for what he did to you?”

Dale seemed to have calmed down a bit once he realized he hadn’t been simply robbed and left to rot in the room by himself; he still seemed to hold out hope that this might turn into something enjoyable for him. Casey peeked around Danielle to look at him, Danielle saw a faint little smile spread across her lips. “He can’t really raise his head, so he can’t see you if you stay in the corner,” Danielle told her, then gave her a kiss on the cheek and walked over to the bed and sat down next to Dale.

“You like having sex with little girls, don’t you?” Danielle asked him coldly. She reached over and rubbed his limp dick, feeling it start to harden in her hand. “You like their tight little bodies?” “Their tight little holes?” “Doesn’t matter if those holes are too small for your cock, does it?” “You’ll make it fit whether they like it or not, right?” Dale’s cock was rock solid by now, but his face didn’t look like he was enjoying himself. His eyes were darting around trying to figure out what was happening; he tried to raise his head but quickly put it back down every time he felt the rope tighten around his neck. “How many little girls have you raped with this big, fat pedo cock?” she kept her voice at a playful but cold lilt, keeping him confused about her intentions for now, but he seemed genuinely concerned about the accusations she was making.

“Would you like to rape my little sister?” “Her breasts are so small and cute, and her pussy is still smooth.” “Just the kind of thing you like, isn’t it?” Dale wasn’t answering; he just stayed still staring at Danielle, waiting to find out what her little game was about. “She’s small and weak too, she could never try to fight you.” “You could just hold her down and take her any time you please, because you’re a big strong man.” Danielle took her top off and turned her back to Dale, pointing out the tattoo on her shoulder showing the throbbing cock with the missing testicles.

“I got this tattoo to commemorate the first time I helped castrate a man.” “He paid me to cut off his dick and his balls,” she told Dale, turning back to him with a smile. “I can’t describe how happy it made him afterward.” “The rubber bands are there to stop the bleeding from getting out of control; you’d be surprised just how much blood will spray out of a severed cock.” She stood up and walked around the bed, Dale’s cock was rapidly shrinking in size. “I’m not telling you this to scare you, I’m just telling you I have ‘no limits’ when it comes to pleasing the men in my life.” “If you want your cock chopped off, I’ll do it.” “If you want to rape my little sister, that’s fine.” “I don’t worry about shame or guilt, I just do what needs to be done.”

Danielle walked over to the corner where Casey was still waiting; she seemed as confused about what was going to happen as Dale did. Danielle took her hand and pulled her over to the bed, “Would you like to meet my sister?” “Her name is Casey, and I love her more than anything in this world!” She noticed a little twitch in his eye as she said the name out loud. Then she pulled Casey into view of him as he lay on the bed and his eyes grew wide and he began to struggle against the restraints again. “Yes, I know she’s just super cute, but do try to relax, Dale.” When he continued struggling against the restraints and grunting angrily at them, Danielle grabbed his balls tightly with one hand and pulled.

“I told you to relax, Dale,” she said. “I am a very giving person when I’m happy, but if you annoy me I can be surprisingly vindictive.” Danielle was thrilled to see the smile on Casey’s face as she watched her uncle’s face twisted with fear and pain. Danielle let go of him and hugged Casey tight from behind, kissing her on the cheek. “What do you think, cutie?” “Would you let him rape you?” “I’m sure he’d love it and be so happy afterward.” Casey shook her head, not looking at Dale. “Why not, cutie?” “He’s got a nice big cock; I almost let him fuck me earlier, but I thought he might be upset if he saw me without my skirt on.” “Then again, he does seem to like small, boyish bodies.”

Danielle unzipped her skirt and slid it down, then took off her panties. “Do you like my little girl cock, Dale?” This time he did respond, violently shaking his head. “I don’t think he likes it much,” Casey said, finally finding her voice. “What a rude man.” Danielle scoffed and walked off to sit down in the chair she’d been sitting on earlier. “He’s mean too,” Casey told her before following her over to the chair and standing next to her. “What do you want to do with him, cutie?” Danielle asked her, taking her hand. Casey was clearly unsure of what she wanted, “We can just walk out of here if you want, say we put a good scare into him.” “He could go to the cops I guess, but he’d have to explain why he was tied up naked by a 12-year-old and a 16-year-old in a motel room. ” “I don’t really think his fragile masculinity could handle explaining that to the cops.” Danielle reasoned, trying to give Casey an easy out, but desperately hoping she wouldn’t take it.

Casey stared at the door leading out of the motel room for a long moment, then shook her head. Then she looked at Dale for another long moment, seemingly enjoying the sight of him helpless. “You know what he would do to you if the roles were reversed,” Danielle said, feeling a little guilty about poking something painful to nudge Casey in the right direction. The smile on Casey’s face assured her it was the right thing to do though. “Wait here, cutie,” Danielle said and went into the bathroom again. Coming out with another bag and placing it on the table with a clanking thud. She dug around inside, pulling out a rubber mallet, a ball-peen hammer, a saw, knives, razor blades, needles, syringes, rubber gloves; she handed a pair of rubber gloves to Casey, “It might get a little messy,” she warned with a smile. Casey smiled back and tossed the gloves on the floor. “Good!” Casey told her, with that familiar sadistic gleam back in her eyes.

Dale was still struggling and groaning on the bed; he couldn’t see what they were doing but he clearly didn’t like the sound of things. Casey took the rubber mallet, keeping it low and out of sight as she crawled onto the bed between Dale’s legs. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft of his still partially erect dick, probably due to adrenaline more than arousal. She stroked it softly as if examining it deeply, “I was so scared of it…” she said, looking up at Danielle. “It doesn’t look so scary right now,” Danielle smiled proudly back at her, “because you’re in control now, Casey; he can’t do anything to you.”

Despite his discomfort at everything happening around him Dale was unable to control his body’s natural reaction to Casey’s gentle touch and when she leaned down and licked the shaft from balls to tip his cock grew even harder. She put the tip in her mouth and sucked it gently and teasingly until it was fully hard once more; she let go of it and let it come to rest across his stomach, she leaned down and gave it one final kiss right below the glands. She picked up the hammer, quickly and smoothly she swung it 180 degrees from behind her back in a sideways swing just barely grazing against his stomach as the rubber mallet connected with his hard cock. Dale tried to sit up, his eyes full of pain and fear, quickly turning panicky as the ropes around his throat tightened uncomfortably. His hips jerked around violently as it was the only part of his body he could move, his arms strained against the restraints causing his veins to pop out. His dick finally came to rest hanging straight down between his legs and he finally caught enough of a breath to cry out through the gag.

Casey picked up the bruised little slug hanging between his legs, with two fingers and carefully rested it back on his stomach. There was a noticeable bend where the mallet impacted and it was swelling rapidly before their eyes. Danielle rushed over to Casey, giving her a tight hug from behind as they watched his cock grow even thicker than when it was fully erect as the blood pooled in the soft tissue. “I’m so proud of you, cutie,” Danielle told her and kissed her on the cheek. Casey smiled back at her, “It won’t hurt anyone else now.”

“Can never be too sure about those things,” Danielle cautioned her, “we’d better make doubly sure.” She fetched two large sewing needles from the table and handed one to Casey as they both huddled around the sad ruined remains of Dale’s cock. Danielle picked it up in her palm gently, then closed her fingers and squeezed it tight as Dale croaked in pain once again and pulled against the ropes. A few drops of blood ran out into her palm when she released it, then she ran the needle tip around the edge of the glands, seemingly causing Dale even more discomfort than she had anticipated. His hips jerked and thrust up and down and side to side trying to somehow move out of range of the girls. Danielle straddled his stomach to help hold him down a bit; and although he probably wasn’t conscious of it, she thought the feel of her cock and balls against his stomach might bother him.

She slid the needle around the glands finally coming to rest right at the small opening. Dale suddenly became very still as she gently began easing the needle inside. The needle was about two inches long and she managed to get about half of it inside; Dale was sweating profusely and his breath was wheezing through his nose but he was keeping it together and not moving his body. She placed her thumb against the butt of the needle and plunged it straight through the side of his cock, a lot of blood ran out from the swollen tissue as she pulled the needle all the way through. Casey followed suit, although she didn’t bother going through the tip, instead just stabbing the needle clean through his entire cock and then left it there poking out from both sides of his shaft. Casey and Danielle both giggled as they lifted up the broken member, each holding onto one end of the needle protruding from it.

Suddenly Casey stopped giggling, her face became very stern and serious as she crawled off the bed. She snatched something off the table and came back to the bed with a razor blade in her hand, “Move!” she told Danielle, who climbed off Dale and got out of her way without questions. Casey straddled his stomach facing him, staring straight into his wide eyes, “I could kill you!” she said, showing him the razor blade in her hand; he shook his head, trying to beg for his miserable but being unable to make any words come out through the gag, Danielle thought he might have been crying, but it was hard to tell if it was just a result of the pain or if it was from fear. “Everyone is going to know what you did,” Casey told him, then she leaned down over his chest with the razor blade “Stay still, or I might cut too deep.” After a few swift slashes Danielle could easily tell what she was doing. When she finished she went through it all one more time, making the cuts slightly wider and deeper. Dale was groaning and trying his best to stay still throughout.

When Casey climbed off she had carved two words across his chest in brilliant crimson against his pale white skin, which was rapidly becoming even paler than it had been.

“CHILD
RAPIST”

Danielle took a knife and started carving the word “PEDOPHILE” into his thigh. Casey carved “CHILD ABUSER” down his left arm, Danielle carved “INNOCENCE DESTROYER” down the other leg, and Casey finished by carving “PEDO” across his forehead. The forehead slashes bled pretty severely, covering his face in blood.

As they climbed off him, he started struggling against the restraints again, but he was becoming noticeably weaker already; even his groans and grunts were losing a lot of their angry punch and becoming more just wailing moans. Casey picked up the ball-peen hammer and scanned her eyes around the room before going to the nightstand and fishing out a thick, solid King James Bible. She held both items up to show Dale then got back on her knees between his legs. She lifted his balls out of the way and placed the Bible down, then set his balls down on top of it. She smiled at him as she held the hammer up in one hand; he found a little more strength in his reserves and struggled valiantly to get loose but to no avail.

She got a firm grip around the base of his ball sack to try and keep them in place, then gently tapped both of them with the flat of the hammer. Enough to make his body jerk slightly but not cause any serious pain. She repeated this once again, slightly harder, one quick tap to each testicle. His legs jerked and his stomach tensed up; a small moan escaped from him, but still the pain seemed bearable. His breathing became a rapid wheezing again as she raised the hammer a third time; still not hitting too hard this time, she let gravity do the work, letting the hammer drop 4 or 5 inches onto his testicles. This time his entire body reacted, pulling at all 4 ropes as if his body was trying to curl up into a ball. “I don’t think he liked that.” Casey giggled.

Danielle just sat back enjoying the show. She didn’t want to disturb Casey while she was working. When Dale settled down a bit again, Casey turned the hammer around; she rubbed the hard little ball at the end against Dale’s left testicle, then raised the hammer and brought it down full force, tearing the scrotum open on impact and deforming Dale’s testicle severely. He howled against the gag and practically raised the entire bed off the floor as his body jerked up against the ropes. He kept struggling and moving around for a few seconds, but clearly his body had used up all its resources by then and was slowly just giving up.

Once he was still, Casey took aim at his other ball; he tried weakly to pull away from her when he felt her getting ready, but there was no way to pull himself far enough away, and he had no energy to keep struggling. She brought the small point of the hammer down right on his nut with a wet snap—the hammer almost bounced out of her hand—and Dale made a quick jerk with his body before settling into a long drawn-out wail.

Danielle got up and took over from Casey; she gave her a hug and a kiss on the lips. “You’re so amazing, cutie, I love you so much!” Casey sat down with a big smile. “I love you too, Danielle,” she told her with a grateful smile on her face. “I’m going to make sure he can never ever do anything like that again,” Danielle said, grabbing his balls tightly in her hand and pulling them as far as she could. Dale groaned, especially as she twisted them around in her hand. She picked up the knife and in one smooth motion severed the sack and both testicles from his body; a fair amount of blood and various yellow/white fluids streamed out, turning into a large brownish mess on the sheets and completely covering the Bible.

At that point Dale’s reaction was more akin to resignation—a long moaning wail, almost no movement. Danielle threw his scrotum on his stomach with a soft, squishy splat. “Just one more thing left to do,” she said, smiling up at Dale as she took hold of the needle and lifted his shattered penis up. She rested the blade of the knife at the base of his cock, gliding the blade carefully up and down the shaft without cutting into it. “Say goodbye to manhood,” she grinned. All she saw in his eyes were complete surrender; they had completely broken him; it gave her an incredible thrill.

She pulled his dick higher by the needle, stretching it taut at the base, and with 2 quick cuts severed his cock completely from his body. She held it up in front of his face. “Was it worth it?” she asked him, cocking her head to the side. The warm blood flowed over the Bible between his legs, onto the mattress, and soon started dripping onto the floor. Danielle stabbed the needle through Dale’s cheek, pinning his cock to his face. He had almost no physical reaction to anything they were doing anymore. Casey came over and hugged Danielle tight. “Thank you, Danielle,” she whispered softly. “Nobody hurts my little girl and gets away with it!” Danielle told her. Casey gave her a kiss on the lips and stroked her hair.

Danielle felt exhausted, physically tired and emotionally drained, but she knew they had done a good thing. She sat down on one of the chairs again as Casey kept poking at Dale’s barely conscious body. “Is he gonna die?” she asked. “Probably not from these injuries,” Danielle reasoned. Casey pulled the duct tape off his mouth and removed the ball gag. He slowly closed his mouth while staring vacantly into space. She pulled the needle out of his cheek, then pulled the cock off the needle. She picked up the scrotum and testicles off his stomach and balled it all up along with his cock. With one hand she worked his lower jaw open, and the other she stuffed the whole thing into his mouth. She forced it all as far down his throat as she could; his eyes went slightly wide again, and he weakly tried to bite down on her hand. She put the ball gag back into his mouth and stepped back. As his body began convulsing trying to breathe, she walked over to Danielle and sat down on her lap; Danielle wrapped both arms around her tightly as they watched Dale slowly suffocate on his own cock and balls.

It took almost 10 minutes before they felt sure his body had completely given up the fight. Until that point his body would still give a sudden jerk and contract every minute or so as it tried to force air back into his lungs. When they finished, they took a quick shower together and cleaned up the room, getting all of Danielle’s clothes and makeup packed up so they could take it back home. They walked in silence for a couple of miles before Danielle finally told Casey, “We’re gonna have to leave this place.” Casey just nodded and squeezed Danielle’s hand. They went back to the motel and packed up everything they owned; Danielle mailed most of their cash to a post office in Florida, and they set off hitchhiking across the country before anyone even knew Dale was missing.