Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 3

I finished duct-taping Lilah to the kitchen chair. Her calves were taped to the legs, then I had her put her arms behind the back of the chair and clasp her wrists and I wrapped more tape around and around until both hands were completely encased. She was so small this pulled her down into a slouch on the chair and she whimpered when the tension came off the chain pulling her clit hood and the jaws mashed down on her tender flesh. She moaned softly now, moving her butt around trying to find a less painful position but of course there was none to be found.

The three of us looked down at her. She was still naked, of course, her body caked in dried gore. Tears fell quietly from her spooky solid-blue eyeballs, cutting clean tracks in the filth down her cheeks, past the chrome tusks protruding up and down from her mouth and dripping off her pointed chin. "I want my mommy," she whined softly over and over in her gravelly, damaged voice, with the lisp caused by the removal of all of her front teeth and the tusks distorting her lips. The six chrome spikes bolted to her vulva clashed together as her muscles flexed and relaxed. I observed how heavily scabbed and scarred was the flesh of her inner thighs, dotted with dozens of old and new puncture wounds. The child's whole body was covered with scabs and burn marks, even down to the soles of her feet. Her life had been hell for more than a year but the last few days looked like they'd been even harder on her.

Both girls looked stunned at the apparition confronting them. Renee stood to my right, still holding her severed penis in her hand. She had insisted on putting on another one, but all she had with her in her backpack was one of her Feeldo-style, with a peg meant to fit into her preteen cunny and hold the business end up at a jaunty angle. Since she had put on a dress this morning - a vintage item, midi-length with a three-button neckline and a tiny paisley pattern - the skirt poked out absurdly. She wouldn't be able to go home like that. Her face was carefully neutral but her hooded eyes and the tension in her jawline showed just how hard she had clamped down on her emotions.

At my other shoulder, Karen was still naked. She always spent most of her time in the townhome that way so despite her anxiety and the smears of blood still showing from Lilah's knife attack, she had showed no inclination to dress. You could tell how anxious she was by the way she was mauling her clitoris, pulling it taut and wrapping it back and forth around her finger, despite the way the shallow cuts she had just received pulled open with the pressure. It had to sting like crazy.

Once I was sure Lilah was well-secured, I took the children by their elbows and led them out of the room, closing the door behind us, and into the adjoining primary suite and closed its door as well.

"WHAT HAPPENED TO HER!" Karen shrieked, which I'm sure could be heard through both the closed doors, never mind halfway down the block. Renee remained silent but as I watched her eyes filled. How was I going to explain this? I opened my mouth with no idea what I was going to say, and "Moira did it," is what came out.

"NO SHE DIDN'T! SHE WOULDN'T!" Karen's voice was climbing towards hysteria. I stepped close enough to feel the heat rising off her bare body, took her chin in one hand and forced her head up so she had to look me in the eyes.

"Moira did it," I repeated. "You know she was friends with the biker gang. When Lilah's father died, she was afraid that people would find out about Lilah. So she bribed the gang to get rid of Mr. Dauberstein's body and clean out the house. One of things she bribed them with...was Lilah."

"She wouldn't," Karen said but she sounded a lot less sure of herself now. I think she had to be remembering how Lilah just vanished from our lives, and how when asked Moira would blithely say she was fine and change the subject.

Renee was looking at me almost fearfully. "What was Moira afraid people would find out?" she asked and I could tell she already suspected the answer and didn't want to hear it confirmed.

"You know, don't you?" I told her with certainty. "People would find out your sister turned Lilah into a whore. She was only seven, but your sister needed sex so bad that she did it with Lilah and turned her into a whore."

"No! I didn't mean..." Karen started but I cut her off. "And you," I looked Renee dead in the eyes, "You fucked the shit out of that little girl. You sewed up her cunt. You took. A fucking. Needle. And stuck it through her cunt and sewed it up!" The tears in Renee's eyes spilled over and she shook her head slowly from side to side, trying to deny what she knew was the truth.

I turned back to Karen. "It was after your wedding. You were right there when Moira gave her all those drugs. You saw it. You even helped! And you saw how it messed her up. She was just a little girl and it was too much. It broke something in her head. You saw it, and you let it happen because you were afraid you'd get told on."

Having made my point, I let the children off the hook. "And I fucked her too, and so did Moira, and so did her daddy and all the other men her daddy sold her to. And it was a lot of fun. She turned into a really great little whore and we all had a lot of fun with her. But by the time her daddy died she was so messed up from the drugs that there was no way she could go back to being a regular little girl. Moira got rid of her to keep herself out of trouble but to keep all of us out of trouble, too."

"But, but," Renee was trying to speak through her tears now, "Why did they do...THAT...to her? The, tattoos, and all the rings, and her mouth, and, and..." She was sniveling too hard to go on.

"You remember when we were there at their bar, they pierced Lilah's nipples, and her nose, and her," I circled a finger around my crotch. "They're bad people and they like doing bad things to little girls, is all, and I think Moira knew that, but she didn't care as long as it meant she wouldn't get in trouble. But when you think about it, it's the same thing you did to her, just more of it. Isn't it?" And Renee nodded, and cried harder.

Karen had one hand over her mouth and the other yanking almost savagely on her wounded clit. She had idealized Moira for the last few months of her life that they spent together. Karen had always excused Moira's callous brutality towards her own self - I think she had come to believe on some level that she deserved it and even desired it. Now she was being forced to confront the results of it being visited on someone so much more vulnerable, moreover, someone that Karen should have protected.

Renee, too, was realizing the full extent to which we had normalized the brutality she had committed. At first she had accepted the easy excuse that Lilah was a whore and whores do what you want, but she hadn't even thought of that justification while she was whipping Lilah bloody or pushing a sailcloth needle through her tender vulva. She had been thinking of her own pleasure and nothing else. Well, I had been the same which is why I had facilitated her actions. But I think for the eleven-year-old this might've been the first time she thought of herself as a moral actor and realized that doing the wrong thing could have consequences much worse than just being yelled at by a grownup.

"Somehow Lilah got away from the bikers and got back here, and now we have the same problem, only more so. We can't let anyone see her. How are we going to keep her hidden and all of us out of trouble?" I looked back and forth between the children. Neither had an answer. I took a tissue from the bedside table and wiped at Renee's face. "Get yourself together, we have to go back and talk to her." With a heroic effort, Renee mastered herself. She scrubbed her sleeve across her face leaving her eyes red and puffy, but dry. I could see her clamping down on her horror and sadness and anger and her eyes went flat and her expression neutral. Only the tension in her jaw still showed her upset. In that moment I admired her so deeply, seeing how she rose to the occasion.

Karen just kept masturbating. I heard the wet sounds of her fingering herself behind me as we walked back into the other bedroom.

I squatted down to be face-to-face with our little prisoner. She was still sobbing quietly and asking for her mommy. I reached out and gently squeezed the ragged scab on her left nipple. It looked like the nipple ring had been torn out. It hung from the other end of the chain still connected to the piercing on her right nip. "Lilah, how did you get here?" That wasn't the most pressing question but I had to know how a strikingly mutilated and tatted naked 9-year-old had traveled over a hundred miles on her own.

"I found this in the alley," Renee said, pointing at something in the corner. Her dark eyes never left Lilah, and she clutched her protruding cock nervously through the thin fabric of her dress. Without taking my eyes off the children I stepped to the corner and picked up a denim jacket. It was men's XXL size, stained with dirt and blood, and with the biker club's logo on the back. It was heavy. I reached into the inside pockets removing in turn a stack of blank credit cards, a wad of cash, mostly twenties and hundreds...and a gun, a chrome automatic. I made sure it was safetied, and sniffed. It had been fired recently. "It was draped over one of those thingys, the small motorcycles."

So that was my answer, but Lilah spoke up with her own. "The angel brought me. The angel told me how to ethcape, and how to get the monthterth, and then I wanted to get you, too, but the angel said it was a bad idea, but I came anyway. And I was going to get you but, but, then I didn't want to but I did want to and..."

I cut her off. "Is the angel here with us now?" I was used to Lilah hallucinating ever since Moira had forced the massive overdose of LSD down her throat. She'd completely lost touch with reality and then, the next time I saw her months later, had only come back to the extent that she knew where she was and what was happening to her but it was all filtered through the phantasmagoric nightmares her damaged mind conjured up.

"Noooo," Lilah whined, and started to sob. "The angel's gone, she said she couldn't help me any more, not if I didn't want to be a monthter." She looked up at me, those spooky blue orbs with her blown pupils drilling into mine. "I don't want to be a monthter any more! It hurth, I want to be a little girl, I want my mommy. I want my mommy!" Her raspy, bubbling voice rose to a squeak and broke.

I squatted down again and took Lilah's thin shoulders in my hands. Her bones felt fragile beneath tightly-stretched skin. "I'm sorry, honey, you can't be a little girl. You're a monster now and you'll always be a monster." She cried harder, so I had to give her a little shake to get her attention back. "But," I said, "You can be a good monster now. You're not living with bad monsters any more so you don't have to be a bad monster yourself. You can be a good monster if you live with us."

I was interrupted by both Renee and Karen shouting "WHAT?" at the same time. And then a moment later a happy jingle came from Karen's backpack. "Oh jeez," she said, "I have appointments." She meant she had tricks to turn. Aside from giving Moira a place to live once she and Karen had "married" and a place for them to be together, it had also been rented to give Karen a safer place to prostitute herself than the park, or going with strange men in their cars or to their homes.

"It's okay," I said, "Go get ready. I'll explain to you later." I admired the 13-year-old's slim ass jiggling as she headed for the stairs. The room downstairs that was meant to be an office was, well, Karen's office. Except her office was furnished with a king-sized bed, a large monitor showing porn, and a big fishbowl full of condoms. She was on birth control so she let her regulars go bareback as long as they presented a clean STI test, but first-timers had to wrap up.

"Would you like to be a good monster, Lilah? If you're a good monster and live here, we'll be nice to you, and you'll get nice food to eat and you'll have a nice bed to sleep in and you'll get to see the sunlight whenever you want." I didn't mention that she'd have to see it through a window - she wasn't going to be going outside, not even into the privacy-fenced backyard. "What do you say?"

Lilah looked skeptical, to the extent I could read expressions on her tattooed and betusked face with those spooky solid blue eyeballs. "How do I know you're not a monthter?" she asked. "Montherth lie all the time. And you look like a cunt monthter I used to know."

She had a point. In fact I was the "cunt monster" she used to know. I would have to prove good intentions. Fortunately I had a way that would be fun all around. "Renee," I turned to my 11-year-old lover. "Suck my cock for a little bit, please." A little shiver of anticipation ran down my spine.

Renee looked up at me. The hazel eyes in her perfect poker face managed to convey inquiry and a little skepticism of her own - but she was so shell shocked at this point that she hadn't the will to make objections so the little girl got on her knees, popped the button on my jeans and tugged them down along with my underwear, and palmed my half-hard cock right into her luscious mouth. I never got tired of the sight. Her face, framed by her mussed brown hair, took on a mien of concentration as her tongue twirled around and around my cockhead. Her cheeks hollowed as she applied a little suction. I rested a hand atop her head and gently stroked her hair back into some order. Looking down I had a great view of the swell of the child's nascent breasts. And as she sucked me she was fisting her own penis through her dress. Her eyes drifted half-closed and she began making little grunts and hums of pleasure as her action moved the back half of the dildo inside her preteen cunny. I smiled to think that for the eleven-year-old blowing an adult relative on command may have seemed a comparative refuge of normalcy.

The tv monitor on the wall came on as there was a chime from downstairs, Karen opening the security door for her first customer. The camera was above the door to her "office" and now it showed Karen lying naked atop the covers of the bed, langorously masturbating and caressing her breasts. The door swung open and a man walked in. All I could see was the top of his balding head and a polo shirt stretched across broad shoulders. Karen smiled her professional smile and spread her legs wider.

Between the visual and oral stimulation my cock was at full mast. I toed off my shoes, pulled my shirt off over my head, pushed down my trousers and stepped out of them as I gently held Renee's forehead and withdrew my cock from her mouth with a soft pop. She looked up at me. I winked.

I turned back to Lilah, brandishing my erect penis at the 9-year-old like a weapon. "Go down to the garage, Renee, and get the tinsnips. They're hanging on the wall, the scissor-looking things with the yellow handles." She obeyed without comment, leaving the room with her dress hiked up and one hand still fisting her own cock.

Since Lilah was slumped forward on the chair, her tiny vulva was in exactly the right position. I knelt and, carefully spreading the chrome spikes that guarded her opening with two hands, drooled a big glob of spit right down onto the teardrop opening at the bottom of her bulging pink labia. Thus lubricated I socketed my dickhead, still shiny with Renee's saliva, and pushed, gradually increasing the pressure until her lips spread and the tiny opening stretched and yielded. Lilah grunted and her eyes squinted closed. Did it still hurt her to take an adult cock, after the hundreds, maybe thousands of times she'd been raped? I didn't know, and it didn't matter. However many had been since the last time I had fucked the little girl hadn't made a difference. Her cunt was still burning hot and incredibly tight. I had to push in in stages. I pressed as hard as I could. Lilah threw her head back and gritted her teeth. Her body tensed from the cords standing out in her slender neck to her baby six-pack. I relaxed and her inner lips stretched and clung to my shaft. I pressed again. After several cycles I bottomed out and Lilah grunted as my cockhead bumped against her immature cervix. But she sighed with relief as the oversized intrusion caused the cruel serrated jaws clamped on the bulb of her clitoris to relax and open. It was the diabolical design of whoever had made the thing - the only time she could be pain-free was when she had a cock buried in her.

Her baby cunt grasped and twisted around me as Lilah gasped for breath. Her tusks clashed together as she opened and closed her mouth, showing the bare gums top and bottom where all her front teeth had been pulled. When she closed her eyes, the staring eyes of the fu dog tattooed on the lids made a scarily creepy effect. As her skin warmed and she started to sweat the reek rose from the blood and nastier substances caking her skin.

Renee appeared at my side, tinsnips in hand. I took them from her, thumbed the clasp and the spring-loaded jaws opened. First thing, I clipped the chain attached to her bellybutton piercing that yanked her clit hood up. Lilah yipped as the tension vanished. Next I clipped the chains anchored in the daith piercings in her ears that distorted her nose into an exaggerated pug. Then, working slowly because of the awkward angle, I sliced through the duct tape binding her shins to the chair legs. I had to hand the snips to Renee to go behind the chair and carefully cut Lilah's forearms free. She yipped again when Renee tore off the tape, then groaned as she pulled her arms forward, using both hands to massage each opposite shoulder.

"Put your arms around my neck, sweetie, and hold on." Lilah obeyed and I slowly stood, carrying the child impaled on me. She moaned and squirmed as gravity forced her down further than her childishly-shallow vagina wanted to stretch. Her skinny arms trembled with the stress. I cupped her asscheeks in my hands to support her and walked slowly towards the bathroom. I resisted the temptation to move her up and down on my pole. I could already feel the beginning of the tingling behind my nuts signaling my impending orgasm and I was going to have to hold this position for a while.

The shower was a ridiculous luxury even for the inflated rent Karen was paying: Hexagonal, big enough for four people, with dual rainshower heads and spray nozzles on four of the six sides. I adjusted the temperature to a gentle warmth and turned them all on. Lilah squealed when I stepped into the streams. Aside from the very occasional hosing down from a freezing standpipe, I doubt she had had a wash since we had sold her to the bikers. For a few minutes I just turned slowly in place, feeling the tension start to go out of her emaciated body as the water warmed and relaxed her. I gently stroked her bald head, neck, down her back, holding her against me. I started jiggling her up and down like I would have a baby but had to stop when again I felt my cum threatening to rise. Lilah turned her head and rested it against my shoulder and I felt the points of all the piercings in that cheek dig into my skin. Her body started shaking and I realized she was crying. "It's okay, baby," I murmured into her multiply-pierced ear. After a couple of minutes I picked up the bottle of body wash and squeezed a blob onto the top of her head and a trail down her back. Supporting her with one arm I took the loofah and gently scrubbed at her skin and the crusty brown gradually sloughed away revealing patches of smooth, pale skin in between all the body art and many many wounds. I tried to be careful but still some of the new scabs peeled off and a little bit of fresh blood joined all the dried crust swirling down the drain. I leaned Lilah back against my arm so we were only joined at our genitals and squeezed more body wash onto her front. I was extra careful with the loofah on her torn nipple but she still whimpered and kicked her legs a little. I continued cleaning her legs and feet though it was awkward while keeping my cock stuck deep inside the child, and finished by shoving two soapy fingers into her asshole and plunging them in and out several times. She grunted but made no objection.

Lilah seemed half-asleep by the time I was done but she immediately started shivering when I turned off the water and stepped out into the cool air. I grabbed 2 bath sheets from the closet and walked us to the bed, still unmade from last week when Renee and I had buggered each other silly. I spread out one of the big towels and lowered Lilah onto it, leaning down to keep us connected. I used the other bath sheet to gently dry her as much as I could. I drank in her naked, undeveloped body, pale skin peeking out between the horrific tattoos. A giant snake was curled on her belly, the tail reaching up to her sternum, the gaping maw surrounding her genitalia so the chrome spikes made fangs. Barbed wire curled down one arm from bicep to wrist, including bloody tracks. On the other arm, giant hornets sank their stingers into the skin, leaving swollen blisters that leaked pus and venom. There was a rose on one asscheek with a thorny vine wrapping around and around the leg down to her ankle. On the other leg, the skeletons of rats gnawed at her, tearing away hunks of skin to reveal the fat and muscle beneath. The artwork was all tremendously-well executed, and horrible. And incredibly arousing, with my cock soaking in the little girl's feverish heat.

"Renee!" I called hoarsely, and cleared my throat. Renee trotted into the bedroom, smirking as she saw my hairy adult body looming above the tiny child. "Bring me your penis that Lilah cut off, will you?"

To my surprise, Renee's answer was a violent "NO! She can't have my penis! She ruined it! She ruined it but it's mine and she can't have it!" She swiped away unexpected tears, her face set in angry lines.

"Sweetie," I said, "I'm sorry. I know it hurt you when she cut off your penis, but I need it to help Lilah."

"Why?" Renee demanded. "Why are you helping the stupid little whore? Who cares about her? Why does she get to stay here? She said she was going to kill Karen! And she cut her with the knife!"

I took a deep breath and spoke quietly. "This is the only thing I can think of: We can't let her leave," I said. "Look at her. You think the cops would ever stop trying to find out who had done this to her? And it wouldn't be hard, for fucks sake the biker club's name is tattooed on her fucking back!" I didn't normally swear in front of the children but I was trying to impress Renee with the gravity of the situation.

She didn't quite get it. "But so what? We're not in the club."

"Do you remember back in first grade, the policeman came to school and took your fingerprints?" Renee nodded a little uncertainly. "That was so if god forbid you were kidnapped they could identify you. They'll find out who Lilah is from her fingerprints, then they'll know who her father was, then they'll find out that you and Karen spent time there and they'll come to question you. Do you think your sister could lie to the police and not get caught? They'd find out your sister turned Lilah into a whore, and that you sewed up her cunt. Then you'd both go to prison, maybe even adult prison, for years and years."

"And they'd find out you fucked her a lot, and you'd go to prison, too," Renee pointed out. No matter how upset, she was still sharp.

"So we all have a reason for Lilah not to get caught, don't we?" I didn't mention what I'd seen on the news, that the biker bar had burned to the ground, that the remains of two men had been found inside and another in the parking lot with his brains blown out, that the same night not far away a cop had been murdered in his own squad car, AND there had been some kind of mass causualty event at an illegal camp in the nearby state forest, most details withheld. But I knew exactly what camp it was and I had a pretty good idea how Lilah got all that blood on her. "She's been in a bad place for a really long time. All we have to do is be a little nice to her and I think she'll want to stay here. And," I motioned Renee to come close so I could continued in a whisper, "Remember how much fun we had fucking her? Remember what great orgasms you had? We can do that some more." I gently tongued the curve of her pinna. She pulled back. She nibbled at her lower lip thoughtfully and her hazel eyes bored into mine. Then without a word she turned and left the room. As soon as she did, I leaned down, put one hand on either side of Lilah's head, and started fucking her in earnest.

At first she was lax, unmoving except for her arms and legs bouncing slightly on the mattress as I drove into her. She made little "oh! oh! oh!" sounds but I think that was just pressure on her diaphragm pushing air out of her lungs. But then her eyes stopped rolling in her head and those wide black pupils locked on me. She raised her hands to her face and her fingers traced the length of her tusks up and down. Her lips pulled back in a toothless smile and her skinny legs came up to wrap around my waist. Renee came back into the room to hear Lilah's lisping "Fuck me, monthter! Fuck me good, uh, uh, uh, iiiiiIIIIEEEEE!" She squealed as I plunged extra deep and the first volley of semen filled her tiny channel. We grunted together as each shot of hot liquid filled and then overflowed her cunt, squirting out around my shaft and getting churned into foam as I kept thrusting until I was quite empty.

Lilah's legs fell open as I straightened. Her spooky blue eyes stared upwards vacantly and her face was relaxed, the lines of tension finally smoothed away. She didn't seem bothered by the six fresh puncture wounds on her scarred inner thighs where the spikes had been driven into her by the weight of my body. Six little trails of blood oozed down onto the towel.

I breathed deeply, letting my heart rate slow towards normal before I turned to take the severed strapon from Renee. Then I put a hand on Lilah's skinny breastbone and pulled back. Her cunt clung to me, her overstretched inner lips everting and pulling away from her body. Finally my glans popped free, followed by a stream of cum and Lilah groaned as the jaws again clamped down on her clit. But I shoved Renee's cock right into her and, lubricated by all my jizz it slid in easily and Lilah sighed as the pain receded. "Stay here with her and make sure your penis doesn't slide out," I instructed Renee and headed downstairs to gather up some tools.

It took me a few minutes but when I reentered the bedroom I was carrying some very small C-clamps, mini-needlenose pliers, a screwdriver set, an Xacto knife, a jeweler's lensless eyeglass frames with clip-on magnifier, plus a bottle of alcohol and a handful of gauze pads. As I came back in I caught Renee looming over the smaller child and spitting into her mouth. That girl was watching too much of the wrong kinds of porn for a fifth-grader. I made a note to monitor her viewing habits more closely when we were fucking.

I fetched a chair and pulled it up to the bed, and pulled Lilah forward so that her legs dangled to either side. I got Renee to press against the bottom of her penis with two fingers to hold it fully embedded in Lilah's cunt. First thing was to get those spikes out of her. That proved easy, they were screwed through her labia and came off easily, separating into the spike and a fat bolt and leaving a steel grommet behind. The tender skin of her cuntlips appeared to have healed cleanly around the grommets so I saw no reason to remove them.

The next part was harder. I used the C-clamps to hold her labia stretched wide open and out of the way. I needed the magnifiers to examine how the torture mechanism was attached inside her clitoral hood. I saw I could remove it easily enough as long as the jaws stayed dilated, except for a tiny steel wire that anchored the whole thing with a loop that pierced the top of the hood and came around and under. Try as I might I couldn't see any way to undo it. Oh well, nothing to be done. I had Renee climb astride the naked child, pinning Lilah's arms with her knees, bearing down on her thighs with her hands and planting her butt in the child's face. With her thus held as motionless as possible, I took the sterilized blade of the Xacto and quickly slit her clit hood along the wire's length. It peeled back from the top of her clit.

Lilah screamed and convulsed and then Renee yelled "OW!" and jumped straight up in the air, falling back to the side and rubbing her ass. Lilah's tusks were sharp. I pressed a hand on Lilah's abdomen to hold her still against her crying and as quickly as I could used the needlenose pliers to work the serrated jaws out and off of her clit. They popped free and I tossed them aside. Then I poured alcohol onto a gauze pad and pressed it against the bloody flaps of her clit hood. Lilah screamed again from the sting of the alcohol but after a moment she just went limp. She had passed out.

I held the gauze pressed against Lilah's tender flesh until the bleeding had mostly stopped - there's a lot of little blood vessels in that tissue. Then I removed the C-clamps. Her labia slipped closed as normal, making a tight line beneath her clit hood, now swollen from the insult. She was so light it took very little effort to straighten her on the bed. I put her head on the pillow and pulled the duvet up to her chin. I switched off the light and in shadow, with the insane tattooing of her face less visible, she looked almost like an ordinary child sleeping peacefully. Except for those gleaming tusks. I bent to kiss her forehead and turned to go. In the doorway I heard Renee hawk and turned back to see her spitting in Lilah's face again. I sighed.