Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 2

My heart was pounding as I parked the car down the block from the townhouse. On the seat next to me was my phone. Karen's sobbing had diminished to sniffles and whimpers. Whoever had attacked her and her little sister, Karen had had the presence of mind to open a call to me and then she must've hidden her phone, slipped it between cushions or something. And Renee had kept up a steady narration of what was happening. "Why are you tying me up?" had been the first thing I'd heard as I'd answered the call at work. Then Karen said through tears, "Please don't hurt us. Do you want money? I have a lot -" Then had come the smack of something hard against flesh. Karen had screamed and Renee yelled "Don't hurt my sister!" sounding angry and near tears herself.

Whoever it was had remained silent throughout, leaving my head spinning with futile guessing as I sped through the early afternoon traffic. I was mentally shuffling through all of Karen's regular tricks, trying to decide who was capable of pulling such a stupid stunt. And for what? Despite what Karen had tried to say there was never more than a couple thousand dollars in the townhouse at any given time. I stopped by at least once a week to take the cash to deposit in the bank account I was keeping for Karen. Moira had taken over that duty while she was alive and living there, for the few brief months that Karen had known the happiness of giving her "wife" a place to live. The lease was in the name of an anonymous LLC, but the rent came right out of Karen's bank account. It wasn't cheap - rents were ridiculous in this part of town - but Karen was a busy little whore so she was still cash-positive. She was thirteen now and her figure had blossomed to the point where she was getting business from a whole new market segement: men and women who weren't pedophiles.

Before I could get out of the car a new voice growled something indistinguishable. Then there were muffled sounds like the phone was being picked up - Karen's ruse had been discovered. The camera came on, there was a second as it struggled to focus and then...oh my God, it was Lilah!

The poor child's disfigured face filled my phone's screen. Her mouth was distorted into a permanent sneer by the chrome tusks driven into her upper and lower jaw. Her nose was pulled up into an exaggerated pug by the chains that connected the rings in each nostril back to another piercing on each ear - which was only one of many along the pinnae and through the cartilage. Her cheeks were studded with more metal, making a spiral pattern on one side, a star on the other. Her eyes were wide open and the effect of her dyed sclerae, dark blue matching her irises, was fantastic. Most fearsome, though, was the tattoo of a screaming fu dog that covered her entire face from the top of her shaven scalp to her chin. Even her eyelids had eyes inked into them. I couldn't imagine how much that must have hurt.

"Think you're thmart, don't you?" she snarled, her voice distorted by the tusks and her missing front teeth. She turned the camera around to reveal Karen, naked, sitting in the armchair. She looked terrified, and no wonder. Neither she nor Renee had seen Lilah since her father died more than a year ago and back then she was almost completely unadorned, just a normal eight-year-old. Well, emaciated, bruised, filthy, her mind broken by a massive overdose of hallucinogens and months of being raped daily by her father and many others - oh, and with her labia pierced and laced closed with a heavy bootlace - but other than that ...

Karen was unrestrained but she was shaking with terror. "No, no, PLEASE," she cried, her voice rising to a shriek as a skinny arm struck out into view of the camera with an evilly glinting hunting knife in its hand. Karen's pleas turned into a wail of pain as a thin red line appeared across her breasts. "You get off that chair," Lilah grated as the camera whipped around to show her face again, "Or you twy to come in thith houth and I'll cut her fucking thwoat!" I believed her. Lilah's heavy lisp and the mushy sibilants because all her front teeth had been pulled could have sounded comical but her face looked demented and completely serious.

The camera shook and tilted wildly, then came to rest sitting where more of the room was visible. I barely had time to take in Karen's little sister (and my lover) Renee spreadeagle on the queen size bed, her wrists and ankles tied with pieces of the girls' clothing, before Lilah came into view again. The girl was naked and filthy. Her body was caked with, god it couldn't be, but it looked like dried blood, gore smeared from her head to her bare feet. How on earth had she managed to get here from the biker bar where she had been held captive, more than a hundred miles upstate?

There was no time to think about that further as she stalked towards the bed. Renee watched, her face blank except for maybe a slight quiver of her chin she couldn't quite suppress. Her eyes were hooded and dark. She had just turned eleven a few weeks ago. The little girl had real, well defined breasts now, verging on nearly-a-handful for me. Large dark pink nipples covered nearly half of each hemisphere, now crinkled and stiff with the fear she was trying not to show. Except for her beautiful titties she still didn't have a figure, not really. Her abs were well-defined under a residual layer of baby fat. Muscles under her smooth skin swelled as she tugged against her bonds. The camera was angled to point at one corner of the bed so I had a clear view of Renee's strapon arcing from her crotch. Not too much larger than a real penis it looked absurdly oversize as it lay across Renee's child-sized thigh. It was a near-match for her olive skin tone, maybe a little paler. Her pudgy labia, still smooth and hairless, were mostly covered by the molded latex scrotum.

Lilah winced as she walked with a strange bobbing stride, hunching forward and then straightening up. It was then I noticed the thin silver chain depending from her pierced navel. It ran straight down to end at a ring piercing the hood of the child's clitoris. But the chain was much too short. If she stood upright the clit hood was yanked upwards, stretched until it was pale and bloodless and completely distorted out of shape. That accounted for her hunching over to spare the tender flesh. But then I remembered what else was at the other end of the chain. Standing straight held open the cruel serrated jaws that were clamped around the bulb of her clitoris. Whenever she let up that tension, the device would crush and maul the most nerve-dense tissue in her body. It would be agony. It was agony. I had seen what happened when it was first installed. The phone's mic barely picked it up but I realized Lilah, too, was whimpering quietly but continuously, maybe not even consciously.

Lilah climbed up onto the bed, slowly as if every move hurt her. Her soles were solid black with dirt. She paused upright on her knees then let herself collapse across Renee's body, bringing them nose-to-nose. "RAWR!" she roared into Renee's face, clashing her tusks together. "I'M A MONTHTER!" Renee's expression remained blank but tears started to leak from the corners of her eyes. Lilah laid the serrated blade of the knife against Renee's breast, pinching the nipple between steel and her finger. "I CAN CUT OFF YOUR TITTIES!" Lilah screamed. She moved the knife down, nudging the point behind Renee's strapon and digging it in slightly "I CAN STAB YOU IN THE CUNT!" She drew the knife up Renee's body, between her breasts, until it was pressed into her throat. Renee tried to arch her neck to get away but the blade pressed harder. "OR I CAN CUT YOUR THROAT AND WASH IN YOUR BLOOD!" Now Lilah was panting hard. She continued in a quieter tone, "Remember that while I'm fucking you." Her voice was clogged and gravelly behind her lisp, reminding me of the last time I had seen her, working the crowd in the biker bar, one cock after another being forced into her gullet as she gobbled multiple loads of cum for her breakfast. She'd taken more than a dozen in less than an hour. And that was one hour of one day of her captivity. It had been over a year.

"Please, please, please, oh god, please," Karen was sobbing in the chair, one arm pressed against her ripe just-teenaged breasts and the other hand pressed over her crotch. Lilah paused to leer at her, making her cry harder, then swung astride Renee. She bent forward to drool thick ropes of saliva onto the tween's prosthetic penis, then moved it between the wickedly curved chrome spikes, larger versions of her tusks, that were bolted onto her labia. She canted her pelvis forward and back to swipe the latex pole up and down her tiny juvenile pussy, then slowly, slowly, her labia bulged outwards as she sank down on it. As she lowered herself, the points of the spikes pushed against the smooth skin of Renee's thighs and then one after another pierced her. Blood started to ooze down to stain the duvet. Renee's jaw flexed as she clamped her teeth shut against the pain but she couldn't stop a pathetic mewl from escaping. Lilah laughed out loud, throwing her head back as she came to rest, fully penetrated. She clashed her tusks together and howled softly, a sound of pleasure and satisfaction as the terrible pain in her clit eased. The intrusion of a cock into her juvenile tunnel was the only other thing that would pry apart the jaws of the torture device.

Her knife stayed pressed against Renee's throat as Lilah began to raise and lower herself, fucking her half-starved body onto Renee's fake cock. Her thighs trembled from stress. Dried blood and dirt flaked off her bare body onto Renee's. Sweat began to cut runnels through the filth. She made little huffing sounds of satisfaction each time her tiny cunt bulged out and swallowed the prosthesis. She turned to look at Karen who quailed under the horrible gaze of her solid blue eyeballs. "You - hehh! - like to watch me fuck, don't you? DON'T LIE!" she roared as Karen started to shake her head. "You're a whore! I remember you made me - huhh - into a whore!" Suddenly Lilah's whole affect changed. Her bony shoulders sagged and tears started to run from those grotesque eyes. "You made me into a whore. I didn't want to be a whore." And then she was raging again. "I'M GOING TO KILL YOU FOR MAKING ME A WHORE!" She started fucking herself up and down faster. An evil smile twitched up one side of her mouth. "I know what whores like. You like watching me fuck, don't you? Don't you?"

Karen looked down. Indeed, her right hand was busy at her crotch. Like an injured kitten self-soothing with a purr, the thirteen-year-old had started masturbating without even realizing it. Her two middle fingers skimmed up and down her labia, already shiny with her juices, while at the same time she was twiddling her clitoris between thumb and first finger. The oversized bud was swelling and darkening as her arousal started to grow. She jerked her eyes back up, staring at Lilah as if hypnotized. A blush spread across her cheeks and her ears turned bright pink. Slowly, the arm covering her high breasts dropped, revealing a smear of blood staining her forearm from the shallow cut across her breasts. Karen gulped at the sight but it didn't stop her from bringing that hand to her crotch as well. "Oooooooooh," she moaned softly as she penetrated herself with two fingers. "Oooooooooh, my cunt, my whore cunt." Strands of her waist-length blond hair clung to her sweaty cheeks.

Lilah, too, was beginning to feel the climb to her childish orgasm. She grunted softly with each thrust. Her tusks clashed faster and she drooled saliva onto Renee's chest. It puddled between her breasts and ran down to her neck. Disgust and fear were now apparent on Renee's face, fighting with a deep, dark anger at her violation and Karen's injury. If she managed to get free I didn't feature Lilah's chances, even armed with that knife. Renee was the star pupil at her dojo. She was on track to test for her black belt next month. If we all survived this fucking morning.

Renee was wearing her hair in one thick braid today. As if reading her thoughts, Lilah grabbed the braid, wrapped it around her hand, and jerked upwards, pulling Renee's chin down and pressing the knife harder against her throat. "Uh! Uh! Uh!" she grunted like an animal and then froze and a growl came from deep in her throat as an orgasm swept over the child. With one smooth motion the knife swept downward -

- Oh God, Renee -

- and severed Renee's rubber penis at the root. Lilah shivered violently and fell backwards off the bed but hopped up immediately, laughing maniacally with the detached prosthesis still buried in her hairless quim.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Renee screamed. "MY PENIS!" and, shockingly, broke into wild sobs. She twisted on the bed, fighting her bonds as hard as she could, crying and screaming which only made Lilah laugh harder. Renee gaped down in horror at the stump of her strapon, sobbing repeatedly "my penis, my penis" as tears streamed down her face. Six tiny puncture wounds at the juncture of her thighs leaked blood, making it look almost like a real penis had been severed.

Lilah bent her knees and spread her stance. The animal tattooed across her face seemed to snarl as she said, "It's MY penis now!" She grabbed it with her free hand and pistoned it in and out of her baby pussy. For a moment, the sloshing of the latex pole stirring inside the tight confines of her juvenile puss was the only sound in the room. Or not, because peering at the scene through my phone I realized that a similar noise was coming from Karen. She was plunging two fingers in and out of her more mature cunt and hot cream squished out with each thrust. Her knuckles and hand were slimed with white goo. She had closed her eyes and put her head back and somehow managed to shut out the horror around her.

But not for long. Lilah stepped forward and swiped cross-body with that vicious hunting knife. Karen's eyes shot open and she screamed as another shallow wound opened below her sternum. Lilah swiped again and an X opened up on Karen's left breast below the nipple. None of the cuts were deep - they hardly bled - but the sight of the mutilated child wielding the knife with such skill was deeply disturbing. Karen's fear overcame her bladder control. Urine hissed out around her penetrating fingers, soaking the chair cushion. She sobbed with humiliation and fear as Lilah laughed cruelly. She clashed her tusks together and shoved her face at Karen's. The older girl tried to shrink back but Lilah's free hand shot out and grabbed a handful of Karen's hair, yanking her head forward. "Don't you thtop, whore!" she grated out in that strange, bubbling lisp. "Keep rubbing your cunt," and as she spoke she opened another cut, slowly this time, dragging the knife point from below Karen's navel to the rise of her clean, waxed mound.

"Oh god oh god oh god," Karen whimpered as blood dripped and mixed with the cunt cream covering her smooth labia, but her fingers had a mind of their own. She continued fucking herself with one hand while the other stroked and tugged at her clitoris in a growing frenzy. Her pleasure knob was swollen to its full size now, standing out from the apex of her slit and curling down into a knot from her old injury. Karen started to pant as once again her body's desperate need for sexual release overcame all other emotions, even her pain and abject terror. She was squirming in her seat now and her titties were bouncing as she fought for breath. Blood drops started to spatter onto her thighs, the chair arms, even onto Lilah's wildly tattooed torso. She was nearly at her peak when Lilah suddenly slapped her hand away. The little girl seized Karen's oversized clit, pulling it straight out against the scar tissue that made it curl under. I barely had time to think "oh no" when the knife flashed out again. But thank god Lilah did no more than make 4 quick, shallow, parallel cuts along the full length of the stretched hood.

And, shockingly, that sent Karen over the edge. Her limbs shot out straight, her naked ass came up off the chair, and girl-cum fountained out from between her flowered labia. Suddenly Lilah was drenched in hot, sticky cream as it sprayed into her belly then as Karen convulsed, up across her chest and she sputtered as the spray caught her full in the face.

For a moment, nothing moved and there was silence except for Karen's gasping moans. Then Lilah took a staggering step backwards. The knife dropped from her nerveless fingers and she sat down heavily on the carpet. Goo dripped from her lashes, her nose, her tusks, her chin. She looked up at the older girl and suddenly I could see the child behind all the terrible hardware and ink, the orphaned, abused, tortured and mutilated 9-year-old. "K...Karen?" she asked with a quaver in her voice. "What...where am I? Where's my mommy?" Karen and, still tied to the bed, Renee stared at her. "I want my mommy," Lilah said, and started to cry.

That was my cue. I bolted from the car and across the street at a dead run, heading for the townhouse's front door.