Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 23

Author's note: These events occur before those of the previous two chapters. They're out of order for the simple reason that I got stuck trying to plot this bit and while I was wrestling with that I got inspired to write Cindy's romantic interlude.

I was roused from sleep from the pleasant feeling of a warm little girl settling herself astride my bare crotch. I smiled to myself at the thought that Cindy was becoming sexualized enough to initiate encounters with me. But then as the sleep cleared from my head I realized that I could still feel her butt snugged against my side under the covers. My eyes flew open.

It was Lilah. My eyes cut sideways to where the kennel sat empty with its door open, then back to the child. She was dirty. There were smudges of dirt and grease all over her skinny naked body, including what were definitely handprints around her upper thighs. There was an ugly scrape, only partially scabbed over, all down one side reaching from just under her armpit down onto her thigh. She had been fucking: her opening was reddened and a little distended, and there were flakes of dried semen all over her tattooed vulva. Some of the holes punched through the tender flesh were clogged with it. Her mop of gray hair had been wet and dried and stuck out at all crazy angles. She was breathing hard. I could hear the air whistling softly through her nose and see her narrow chest rising and falling rapidly. The silver chain connecting the rings piercing her nipple and outie bellybutton caught glints from the predawn light. She was leaning towards me and though as always it was hard to tell due to the dye staining her sclerae, there was a mad intensity in her eyes. And, I realized belatedly, she had a knife at my throat.

My mouth went dry and my belly cramped as adrenaline flooded my system. For a frozen moment plans flashed through my mind of throwing Lilah off, pushing her away, grabbing the knife, all sorts of crazy ideas but the steel of the kitchen knife - my favorite one, a corner of my mind noted uselessly - was pressed firmly under my ear and I saw the tension in Lilah's arm. All those plans ended badly for the bedding, and me. My voice came out strangled and harsh when I said, "Lilah, please don't kill me right next to Cindy. She shouldn't have to wake up and see that."

Lilah clashed her tusks together, and some drool spilled over her lower lip and ran down her chin. I saw her arm tremble with tension - but then she sat back and the pressure left my throat. She dropped the knife onto the floor. "Not going to kill you," she said in her lisping, raspy voice. "But why?"

"Why, what?" I asked.

Lilah leaned forward suddenly so we were almost nose to nose. "Why everything!" she hissed, spittle dripping onto my face. "Why Karen made me a whore? You could've stopped her! Why did you let her make me a whore, and make me go outside naked, and make me put grownups' penithith in my mouth? Why did you let Moira hurt me, and take me to the monster cave and let them put a big safety pin through my cunt and let them all stick their penitheth in my mouth and up my butt? Why did you let Karen make me fuck my daddy, and let Moira and Karen and everyone fuck me and Renee..." I realized Lilah was crying as she spoke, tears running down her face and cutting channels through the dirt and grease marring the fu dog tattoo. "Renee sewed up my cunt, it hurt so bad, and you both fucked me and whipped me and..." She swallowed a sob. "Why did you let Moira give me to the monsters? You came and saw what they did, and you didn't take me away or help me or say sorry, you just fucked me some more. Why? Why? WHY?" she demanded.

A corner of my mind noted with surprise how Lilah seemed to have recovered a lot of her language skills. She'd been hardly verbal since she came back to us and somehow that had changed overnight. Unfortunately, that corner of my mind wasn't able to help the other corners come up with something to defuse the situation.

"It...seemed like a good idea at the time?"

"YAAAAAARGH!" Lilah screamed in my face.

Cindy jerked awake, sitting bolt upright and staring at the tableau before her, trying to make sense of it. I put a comforting hand on her shoulder, but Lilah's mad staring face was anything but comforting. "WHY? WHY? WHY?" she yelled, spraying more spit in my face and beating her fists against my chest.

I guessed this was the wrong time for flip answers. "But you wanted to be a whore," I told her, "and you were happy about it, remember? And when I saw how good you were at swallowing cocks I knew it was right. Most little girls wouldn't even put a cock in their mouth, never mind swallowing it all the way down. You were amazing."

"I was too little to know better," Lilah insisted. "Karen's bigger, and you're a grownup! You shouldn't have done it, it's wrong!"

"Is it, though?" I felt on familiar ground now, unspooling some well-used rationalizations. "I know lots of people say it is because they think it's bad for kids to have sex. But Renee's been having sex with me for two years, does she look like it's hurting her? She's the toughest little kid I know. And look at Karen: she needs to have sex, and no way she could find enough kids her own age to keep that whore cunt of hers satisfied. It would hurt her not to fuck grownups. When I saw what a natural cocksucker you are I figured you liked sex too, is all."

"But it wasn't just sex, you let Moira hurt me, she let all those monsters spank my cunt, and she let them put holes in me!" Lilah tugged on her nose ring, then pointed at her multiply-pierced vulva. "She knew it hurt me! She saw me cry and she laughed at me!"

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. We needed Moira but she was...difficult to control. But we needed her. You see, Karen had a terrible time before you knew her. She was a whore and her cunt wanted sex all the time but she was too young to go on dates. I fucked her as often as I could but it wasn't nearly enough, you see, and she was miserable. But Moira was a whore too and she taught Karen how to find boys to fuck. And Karen loved her so much they got married - you probably don't remember that -"

Lilah interrupted me. "Not Moira, you! You knew she was like that but you let her hurt me! Grownups are supposed to protect little kids and you didn't and I want you to tell me why! I want you to tell me why you let Renee whip me and, and..." Lilah stopped suddenly and jerked her head up. Her eyes widened and her face slackened, her expression going in an instant from rage to terror. "Oh no," she whispered. "They're coming for me." She threw her arms up over her head and rolled off me onto the floor. "No, no, no, no!" she cried, curling up into a ball. The bony knobs of her spine caught the light, drawing a line between the tattooed top and bottom rockers on her narrow back. The black gothic script "MONSTER" on the bottom rocker glinted. "Don't let them get me!" Lilah yelled, then screamed as if in pain and tried to roll away from whatever hallucination was attacking her. "Help, help!" she moaned piteously.

"What's happening?" Cindy demanded. "What's wrong?"

"Lilah's imagining something bad," I said but I didn't have to time to explain any further. I rolled out of bed to land crouched on elbows and knees over Lilah. I pressed my naked body down on hers, making as much skin contact with the naked little girl as I could without putting weight on her. "It's ok, Lilah," I murmured in her ear. "I've got you. I'll protect you. They can't get you now."

"Oh, it hurts, it huuuurts," Lilah moaned. "They cut me up, they cut me in pieces, all my guts are out..." she trailed off into sobs.

"No, Lilah, you're ok, I know it's scary but it's not real," I tried to reassure the child but she was inconsolable. She kept sobbing that her guts were out, they'd taken her eyes, there were worms in her mouth, and more I couldn't understand. The poor kid, it was a living nightmare for her. As I sheltered her with my body I became aware of the feverish heat rising off her skin where her humped back pressed into my belly and especially where my penis was pressed up against her skinny butt. As Lilah trembled in imagined agony the friction caused the natural result and I grew and stiffened until my shaft was uncomfortably folded against her skinny buttocks. With a twitch of my hips it sprang free and slid under, between her thighs and now I was sliding between her pudgy labia and felt the heat and moisture of her slit.

It had worked before to shock Lilah back to reality when she was lost in hallucinated terrors, so I reached under and lifted the tip of my now fully-erect penis, sliding it back and forth until I felt it slip between her pierced vulva and press against the greater heat of her opening. I put a hand on the back of her neck and slowly pressed forward until I felt her inner lips separate and the most wonderful warmth and pressure engulfed me. Lilah's breath caught in her throat mid-sob and her crying became a long, low, raspy moan as I forced myself into her. Then the moan cut off with a harsh exhalation as I reached bottom and pressed against the tough little knot of her cervix. I tightened my grip around Lilah's neck to hold her in place as I withdrew against the almost painful grip of her nine-year-old cunt, and then I began thrusting. "You're safe now," I growled into her ear. "They can't get you. Are you all back together? Are your guts back inside you?"

"Yes, yes, yes, YES!" Lilah groaned in time with my thrusts. The passage got easier as her channel expanded and yielded to the force of my adult erection but her heat intensified. She was wet inside, wet with some other man's cum I realized, and as I sped up her cunt started making noises, wet slides and little queefs and squishes. The residue of adrenaline and the burst of fear at finding her with a knife at my throat made everything feel more intense and I felt my pleasure rising. I straightened to an upright kneel, grabbing Lilah around her hips and lifting her to keep us joined. With one hand I reached beneath her, groping at the point where we joined, until I felt the burning hot little bead of her exposed clitoris. With a fingertip I pushed under the severed halves of her clit hood and smashed the bulb against my shaft. Lilah's tiny body jerked and her bare feet scrabbled for purchase. She squealed with her cheek against the floor, drool puddling around her, and one blue eyeball rolled to look at me as I grimaced and shouted, "YES!" with her and felt my ejaculation burning up past the constriction of her child-size opening and squirt heat and gooey wetness inside her. Lilah shuddered and grunted with each shot, her body wracked with explosions of orgasmic pleasure.

I continued to maul her clitoris until my own climax crested and faded, leaving her gasping for breath, her face bright red beneath the tattoo of the wild Chinese dog that covered it. I reached across with my left arm and grabbed her right leg below the knee and rotated her like a spitted chicken on my cock. Despite the copious lubrication the vagina was so tight that my penis torqued and for a moment I didn't think it would turn loose but then it did and with a spike of intense pleasure her channel twisted around me. Her pelvis was still locked around mine, her legs draped to either side, toes just brushing the floor, but she was resting on her shoulders and I could slide my arms beneath her and lift, pressing her against my chest in a hug. I pushed up to sit on the edge of the bed and Lilah, who was only half-conscious by now, wrapped her arms and legs around me. Then I felt another warm body press against my back, this one still pajama-clad. It was Cindy. Her breath was hot on my neck. "Is she ok?" she whispered shakily.

"She will be," I reassured her, but then I turned my attention back to Lilah. She deserved answers. I cupped my hand around the back of her head and lifted it so we were face-to-face, and waited until her eyes seemed to swim back into focus. When I was sure she saw me, I spoke softly. "You're right, Lilah, and I'm sorry I couldn't protect you better. But just because I'm a grownup doesn't mean I could have fought all the monsters to take you away from them. There were too many, and they had guns and knives and they were determined to keep you." It was true as far as it went. "We're all happy you got away, and we're going to try to make it up to you from now on." She was still impaled on my erection and I could feel her sobs as her cunt shivered and clenched around me. I rocked her gently, stroking the back of her neck. I continued, "I don't know what you saw just now that attacked you, but I want you to try to realize those things aren't real. They can't hurt you here. Just try to remember that."

Cindy joined in, speaking over my shoulder. "You're safe here, Lilah. I'll protect you, too." And she wrapped her arms around me and the smaller child and we stayed like that in a three-way hug until Lilah's sobs gentled. Her eyes slowly closed, her lashes hiding the dark blue and exposing the wild animal eyes tattooed on her eyelids, and her breathing slowed and deepened as she drifted into sleep. As her face relaxed her tusks pricked the skin of my shoulder and drool started to run down my chest. I half stood and turned to lay Lilah spread-eagled on the bed. With some effort I pulled my softening penis out of her. A flood of pink-tinged semen puddled on the duvet. Cindy gently brushed Lilah's wild gray hair out of her eyes then bent to kiss the other girl on the forehead.