Jenny's Couch, Book 5 Chapter 39

Lilah was lost. She knew she was back in the monster cave. She thought she was back in the monster cave. She was back in the monster cave. She had woken up and she was here. Everything had all been a dream: She had escaped. She had gotten them, gotten them good. And then she had come back to get the cunt monsters who had hurt her so bad, the ones who had turned her into a monster. She had come back to get them, but they turned out to be good monsters now. They gave her food, and a place to stay, and nobody hurt her. She had to have sex with them, of course, but she was a monster and they were cunt monsters and that's just how it was. She didn't mind. It didn't hurt. It felt good. Sometimes it felt so good that it broke out of her monster body. And then she met the other monsters, and they were nice to her, and they were all monsters together. And she had met the Cindy monster and saved the Cindy monster from the bad monsters that killed her brother. And she had helped Karen, even though Karen was the one who started it all, by playing with her cunt and then they would play with their cunts together and Karen was a whore and she turned Lilah into a whore too. Lilah had been a little girl with a mommy and daddy who never even thought about her cunt. But then her mommy went away and then all her daddy cared about was Lilah's cunt. But Lilah had still helped Karen and she had a cave to stay in and monster friends to visit and people to have sex with and it all felt good...

...but it was only a dream. It had all been a dream and none of the good things had really happened. And now Lilah was awake and she was back in the monster cave with all the bad monsters, but things were different and the cave kept changing and she didn't recognize anything. But there were grownups here, grownup monsters, and all they wanted to do was fuck her and she couldn't get away from them and whenever one was done fucking her there was another waiting and sometimes she was getting fucked by two or three monsters at once with penises in her cunt and her ass and her mouth and sometimes the monsters grew extra penises and they stabbed her all over and she was bleeding everywhere and the music was screaming in her ears and she was dying, she was dying over and over and over again.

The only thing Lilah didn't understand was, her cunt didn't hurt the way it used to. It used to hurt so bad all the time, so bad that sometimes she couldn't keep the pain in her monster body and it would break through to herself and then she would cry and cry and beg and the monsters would laugh and hurt her more. But it wasn't like that now. Lilah supposed she had just gotten too good at keeping the pain locked away. Instead she felt something else, something hot and urgent that started in her cunt and then boiled up and filled her body and it was hotter than hot chocolate, hotter than the stove, hotter than the cigars and cigarettes the monsters used to burn her with, hotter even than the blowtorch they had one time put on the soles of her feet. It boiled up, it filled her to bursting, it exploded and made her lose control, made her thrash and scream and cry and left her exhausted, weak, wrung out. Empty. Empty, but somehow wanting to be filled up again.

The monster cave used to be small and now it was smaller except it went on forever. Whenever monsters were done fucking her if they weren't watching she would bolt for the door...but then she'd end up right back in the same place, or maybe it wasn't the exact same place but it was a place just like the place and the only change was the penises that were being shoved into her. There were so many different penises, but in the end they were all the same. They were all monsters, and Lilah was a monster, and she would be fucked by monsters until the end of the world. Tears leaked from the blue marbles of Lilah's monster eyes even as more penises battered her and she filled up with heat and boiled over and exploded, again and again and again and again and again. Forever.

Lilah opened her eyes, feeling her body twitch and shudder as the roaring flames faded. She gulped as a penis pulled out of her, the feeling of alien skin sliding over her intimate part almost too much to bear. The penis was still twitching, it grew a monster head like a gun and spit cum onto her flat, bony chest. The cum sizzled where it landed and her skin blistered and blackened and split apart. The monster that had just fucked her stood up and lumbered off. The only clear sound Lilah heard was the terrible music. Everything else in the cave was muffled and wavering. Lilah raised a hand to her ear, brushing over all the studs and rods piercing her pinna, and realized part of the problem was the ear canal was full of semen. She dug at it with her finger but there was too much goo and it was too far in for her to reach.

Lilah rolled over. She was lying on the floor of the cave on scratchy, musty carpet. There were other monsters in the cave but for some reason they ignored her. She saw the way out. It was right in front of her; it was thousands of miles away. She couldn't tell, and it kept changing, but it didn't matter. She was going to try to get out. She pushed herself to her feet. She felt weak and bruised. Her face throbbed and she felt the point of one tusk pricking at her swelling cheek. Her skinny legs were trembling. Her monster cunt felt heavy and swollen and she could feel semen draining from it. It was sore and the fire simmered evilly, waiting for another chance to rise and burn her, but at least the terrible pain was gone. Had Lilah dreamed that part, too, the torture device that they had sewn onto her clit that crushed it and tore at it with every step? The pain had been so real.

But there was no time to think about that now. Lilah ran for the door. The door grew fangs and screamed at her but she darted through it. She stood, panting, in a place she had never seen before. It stretched off to infinity in all directions. It was dark as night and a cool wind blew, chilling her cunt and all the other places on her body that were wet with cum and tears and sweat. She stood irresolute, trying to decide which way to go for a fatal second too long. A giant clawed hand clamped around her upper arm. A monster had caught her.

Lilah tried to scream but the monster's magic had caught her as well. Her will was no longer her own. She knew all too well what happened when you fought the monsters' magic. She had scars both inside and out to show for it. So though tears spilled silently down her cheeks and her stomach roiled, she didn't resist. The monster led her down the endless distance. The ground grew horrible sharp thorns, four and five and six inches long. The monster danced atop them as through weightless, but they plunged through Lilah's soles with every step, emerging bloody from the top of the feet until she could see her bones and muscles through what was more holes than skin. Then the thorns wound up around her legs, stabbing her as they pulsed with the awful music, until thorns plunged into her cunt and into her ass. She felt them inside her, tearing her insides, and she watched in horror as they emerged from the skin of her belly, ripping bloody gashes in her chest and sides. The pain was too much and she opened her mouth but before she could scream a thorn pierced her tongue and shot out of her mouth, twisted around and jammed itself into her eye and back into her brain and then Lilah died.

Then she came back to life as she always did, and the monster magic healed her wounds and made all the blood vanish and made her a new eye and a new brain. But Lilah knew it was just so she could be killed again the next time so all the other monsters could laugh. She wished she could stay dead.

The monster took her into another cave. This one was full of other monsters. Lilah shuddered, knowing what was coming next. But then she saw that two of the monsters were already fucking someone else. They were standing on either side of a bed and there was a girl stretched across it. Her head was hanging off the side. She was choking and gagging on the monster cock shoved into her mouth. There was another monster fucking her cunt. They were big monsters and she was a big girl and the bed shook with their efforts. She gargled through a scream and liquid sprayed from her stuffed slit, splashing against the hairy fat belly of the monster fucking her. Then both monsters reared backwards. Two monster cocks, impossibly long and thick, spiked and with flames dancing along their lengths, emerged from the spitted girl. As if on cue, together the monsters ejaculated burning lava onto the girl's face and belly. They whipped their monster cocks back and forth until the girl was covered and consumed in flames. Then one monster slapped the other on the back and, laughing, they stomped out of the room.

"Hiiiii, Lilah!" Lilah heard the lilting voice at the same instant as she smelled the spicy perfume of Karen's aroused cunt. The odor acted like smelling salts. Lilah blinked hard, shook her head as if to clear it, knuckled her eyes and shook her head again as the awful music faded and the cave turned into a shabby hotel room and everything that had just happened to her faded into nightmare. She was Lilah. She was a monster girl and she was free. It wasn't a dream. She had freed herself and now she was safe and she lived in the city and had monster friends and, though she remained unclear on the connection, she was fucking so Cindy could go to school.

Lilah stepped up to the bed and looked down at Karen. The thirteen-year-old was entirely coated in semen. Her hair was a tangled gelled glob hanging down in filthy hanks and stuck to the carpet. Karen's face was heavily and unevenly frosted. Her eyebrows and lashes were thick with clotted spunk. Her eyes were deeply bloodshot. The remains of mascara and lipstick were visible on her cheeks and around her mouth beneath varying shades of grayish-white goop. Her nostrils were clogged. When she opened her mouth, strings of semen stretched between her upper and lower lips and her upper and lower teeth. Her tongue swam in a pool of gooey protein. There were little stalactites of sperm dripping from her chin and jawline, and little matching stalagmites collaring her neck. The hollow of her throat was another milky pool. The entire length of Karen's body was shiny with a heavy coat of sperm, mottled with patches of goo overlaid flaky white where older loads had dried. Only her swollen nipples riding atop her perky breasts seemed almost clean, rising out of the mess like Everest from the atmosphere. Semen moved sluggishly down the creases of her thighs like slush in a gutter, draining down to ooze over her vulva which, beneath the coating of spunk was swollen and bright pink and dotted with friction rash. Karen's limbs were likewise coated. Clots of jizz gathered in the crooks of her elbows and webbed her fingers.

Karen was lying in a gloppy puddle of cooling cum. The mattress was old and soft and the depression she made lying on it was full of the gooey semi-liquid. It sloshed with a disgusting, sticky noise as Karen shifted her weight. Her legs were spread, knees up, feet flat on the bed. As she moved her feet around she plowed up little slush-banks of congealing semen and buried her toes in them. She reached down between her legs and scooped up a double handful of the whitish goo and massaged it into her vulva, sliding her fingers between her labia. More semen bubbled out of the thickened petals as Karen gripped her clitoris. It was a blood-flushed red so bright it almost glowed and swollen to the point where the normally wrinkled skin was smooth and taut. Karen gripped the twisted nub at its base between thumb and foreknuckle and pulled, straightening it from its normal curl. She squeezed hard, but every bit of her skin was so slippery with cum that her grip slid up the full amazing length until the visibly throbbing tip slipped through and her clitoris snapped back to nestle at the apex of her swollen vulva. Then Karen grabbed the base of her clit with her other hand and repeated the motion, over and over. Every third or fourth time a shudder swept through her body and the thirteen-year-old moaned as her own cream oozed or spurted from her gaping cunthole, running down to puddle atop the denser lake of cum between her legs.

Karen's eyes had drifted closed. She briefly stopped her compulsive masturbation because she had to pry her eyelids apart against the gluey cum soaking her lashes. She swallowed, ran her tongue over semen-sticky lips. Then she held out her arms to Lilah. Without hesitation the younger girl climbed onto the bed. Her knees slipped on the cum-soaked sheets. She ran her hands over Karen's torso, spreading her fingers and watching as little dams of cum formed between her fingers. Karen writhed and the smell of her cunt was stronger, cutting through the overpowering stench of semen. Lilah breathed in clarity and without thinking she threw a leg over Karen's gleaming body. Her planted knee slipped in the goo and she plopped down on top of the older girl.

Karen yipped softly as Lilah's tusks dug into the pillows of her swollen vulva. Of course Lilah had lay down on Karen not face-to-face but in the 69 position far more common to the two children. Lilah nestled herself against Karen, feeling sticky goo squish between their bodies. She rested her cheek against Karen's abdomen, feeling the feverish damp heat of Karen's skin through the heavy coating of male ejaculate. Karen's hands ceased their repetitive masturbation. She caressed Lilah's bald head with one hand while the other traced the studs piercing Lilah's cheek before stroking along her back, leaving a long shiny smear of semen behind. Lilah's marbled eyes crossed a little as she focused on Karen's pulsing clitoris. She craned her neck and opened her mouth wide, her tongue snaking out to taste. She felt more than heard the vibration of Karen's exhausted moan as she slurped up semen and cunt honey. She gently sucked Karen's obscenely swollen clit and squeezed it between her toothless gums. Karen's arms tightened around her as her body tensed and Lilah was rewarded with a fresh dribble of Karen's essence and licked it up greedily.

But then Lilah felt Karen raise her head and press her skinny thighs apart. She felt Karen's tongue swiping back and forth, digging briefly in her irritated asshole before sweeping over her taint and then up and down her slit. Karen's tongue darted into the grommets piercing her labia and then, after a breathless pause, she put her whole mouth over Lilah's tiny preteen vulva and her tongue probed Lilah's exposed clit.

Lilah convulsed. An orgasm slammed into the nine-year-old. Her muscles contracted and locked and her mouth snapped shut. Four razor-sharp tusks pierced the soft, swollen skin of Karen's sex. Blood welled, tinting pink the heavy coating of semen. A hoarse, ragged scream was torn from Karen's throat, as Lilah keened and thrashed atop her.

As Karen continued digging between the cut segments of Lilah clit hood to lick and nibble at the exposed nerve bundle, poor Lilah's preteen body was wracked with climax after climax. Nevertheless she kept her mouth clamped over Karen's oozing cunt in a Sisyphean attempt to clean the astonishing volume of Karen's thick, aromatic secretions. Tiny little pinpricks proliferated across the hot, swollen skin as Lilah's tusks repeatedly dug in. As Karen writhed in wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure, she held on tight to Lilah's skinny body. Lilah closed her eyes and let the taste and smell of Karen's cunt become the whole of her world, cutting through the chaos of her hallucinations. To Lilah Karen's heat on her tongue said "home" and "safe" and she relaxed into it and let the repeated intense bolts of pleasure from her own center wash over her.

Though her eyes were closed, Lilah could tell when a shadow fell over her. She felt hairy skin against her forehead, pushing her back. One tusk dragged a deep, jagged scratch across Karen's smooth mound. Lilah felt warm, rough skin against her nose. She opened her eyes and saw a hard penis. She looked up and saw a man, a bearded, sweaty, pockmarked face. The penis moved away from her nose and nudged in between Karen's blood-spotted labia - then slid inside, pushed in until wiry pubes were tickling Lilah's nose. Beneath her Karen stiffened and the breath rushed out of her in a high-pitched groan. "My cunt!" Karen cried as she began to thrust her hips up to meet the penis now stuffing her full. "My whore cunt, fuck my whore cunt!" As Lilah watched, little flames began to spurt from the acne scars on the man's face. Little flames, then larger ones, then his skin swelled and split and spikes grew out of his forehead and the music started and Lilah realized it was a monster. There was a monster fucking Karen! The monster's penis was made of fire and it was burning Karen's cunt from the inside out.

Lilah reared back and tried to get away but it was too late. She felt strong, rough hands grip her thighs and squeeze hard. They spread her apart and lifted her away from Karen's mouth and then she felt something warm and blunt poking at her and she had just enough time for a flash of despair and then a monster cock brutally split her open and shoved itself all the way into her. Every nerve in her body flared as fire erupted from her clitoris. What had been pleasure increased a thousand, a million times until it was just pure sensation that was burning her, consuming her from within. The music got louder and louder and stabbed into her ears and the laughter of the monsters was sandpaper and her skin was being torn off and the cave was trying to twist her apart and the monsters were killing and eating her.

With a supreme effort, Lilah clawed at the soaking sheets and found enough purchase to pull herself off the monster's cock. She rolled free, off of Karen and clean off the bed onto the floor. With the last of her strength as the flames burned her away to nothing she lurched to her feet, ran through the clashing fangs of the cave entrance and with a final scream of defiance threw herself over the railing into eternity.

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Renee sighed and snuggled into Cindy's embrace. She was lying atop the younger girl with their arms entwined and her thighs spread around Cindy's hips and her ankles hooked behind her knees. Her thick brown hair was loose, spread over her back. It was damp with sweat at the roots and dotted with little snarls and clumps where semen had dried in it. Both girls were sweaty and unshowered and smelled like it. Renee didn't mind. She pressed their lips together. Cindy made a little "umph" of pleasure and her tongue snaked out and flicked across Renee's lips. Renee opened and sucked gently, pulling Cindy's tongue into her mouth and meeting it with her own. Cindy's hand moved around and between the two children to caress Renee's breast, palming the half-a-handful and gently rubbing her fingers in a tightening spiral. Renee breathed out as Cindy's finger played across a fat, erect nipple and she returned the favor doubled, letting her hands roam over Cindy's cafe-au-lait skin and move up over her ribs until her fingertips hooked the rings of Cindy's freshly-pierced nipples. Cindy squeaked as Renee tugged at them gently. They were still a little sore and ultra sensitive. "Do it again," Cindy whispered and pushed her hips up.

The eleven-year-old groaned as she felt Cindy's small penis move inside her. They had never done it like this before, had never fucked as if Cindy were a boy. It was a little awkward at first but Renee knew how to tense and release and squeeze her cunt to make a cock inside her feel good and Cindy was liking it okay. The main point, though, was to keep Renee's pussy full and unavailable, even while she had her wristband on. She wasn't going to trust these men to wear a condom, every single one of them every single time, and she wouldn't risk it otherwise, not even once. She had learned that lesson! This way she got to have sex with her girlfriend and do her part for her.

Cindy broke their kiss and reached over to pick up a joint from the ashtray. The ten-year-old fit it into her mouth and took a deep drag. Renee felt the heat of the coal near her cheek, then giggled as Cindy exhaled a stream of smoke half into her mouth. Renee didn't much care for the smell or taste of the weed but she'd gotten a pretty serious second-hand buzz from Cindy and she couldn't deny it made her cunt feel extra-slutty - though it was hard to tell how much of that was from the weed and how much from the pills her uncle kept giving them. It had been -- two days? three? -- and now it was night again and she had hardly slept at all, had just reached a sort of dazed state of complete relaxation. All of her senses sort of blurred together and sharpened at the same time. The music was extra-fascinating and she could feel it on her skin, the lights were extra-beautiful and they smelled like hot cooking oil, and her skin was extra-sensitive and sounded like a saxophone. Her skin was extra-sensitive all over, not just her cunt. She felt Cindy's nipple rings pressing into her own breasts, felt the links of the chain connecting them on her belly, and especially felt the barbel piercing her vulva. The two spots where the metal went through her skin felt warm and a little swollen. But even better, the cool metal of the bar rubbed against her clit and it was like nothing she'd ever felt before. Together with the drugs, she thought dreamily, maybe this is how it was for Karen all the time, to have your cunt constantly humming with a need you couldn't ignore, an itch you couldn't scratch. Except she could scratch it just fine, Renee thought, as she pressed down and felt Cindy's penis push deeper into her. Cindy hissed through her teeth and then she started moving her hips, thrusting up first slowly and then faster and faster, almost frantically as her face reddened from exertion and excitement. Renee rubbed their cheeks together, feeling Cindy's hot sweat. Cindy started grunting softly, deep in her throat and then she pushed up and froze and Renee felt her penis swell, twitching and straining inside her and she tensed her muscles to squeeze it with her cunt, squeeze and release, squeeze and release. "Cum for me," Renee whispered in Cindy's ear. "Cum for me," and "I love you," and then, feeling really strange and high and slutty and naughty, "Fuck me, Cindy, fuck me good!"

Cindy whined softly as her orgasm crested and receded and then the little girl seemed to deflate. All the tension went out of her body - except for her penis, which remained stiff and strong - and she sank into the cushion with a stoned, goofy smile on her face. She was done for the moment but Renee hadn't reached her peak yet. Her head was buzzing as she began grinding herself against Cindy's smooth pubis, trying to get the most contact between her clit and the metal barbel. It was achingly frustrating but in such a good way. Renee could feel an orgasm begin to build but sooooo slowly. She started to pant with exertion as she moved faster and pressed harder against her ten-year-old girlfriend.

And then she felt a pair of hands on her butt. Big, hard, adult hands. They rubbed her butt, then they were rubbing her back and her butt and down her legs and Cindy was playing with her breasts and pinching her nipples and it felt like everyone was touching her everywhere. She couldn't have told you how many hands were touching her. Her head was spinning and someone was moaning quietly and she realized it was her, and at just about that moment she felt a finger trail down between her butt cheeks and circle around her asshole. She pushed out and she could feel it dilate, feel the cool air on the dampness on her thighs and around and inside the hole. She was messy back there, she knew, her and Cindy both. Earlier it had been nonstop, she had been counting how many different cocks had gone up her butt, had lost count somewhere in the twenties but there had been at least as many more than that. She'd watched the tip jars fill up and overflow the same way her ass filled up with strangers' cum. At some point the thought had flitted through her head that she was fucking for money, and didn't that make her a whore? But she felt weirdly detached and watched herself not get upset at the thought. Yeah, she told herself, I'm whoring but that doesn't make me a whore. I'm whoring for Cindy so she can be safe at school, and I'd do anything for her.

"I'd do anything for you," she whispered to Cindy, or tried to, but right at that moment she felt something thick and hot and hard press against her dilated sphincter and with very little difficulty slide right into her ass and fill her up and her whisper turned into a soft cry. And then those hard hands went around her waist and the cock started thrusting savagely, plunging in and out of her ass noisily. Renee felt her ears get hot as the slapping and squishing noise filled the room, but then she was getting hot all over as the motion shoved her repeatedly down against Cindy and crushed the barbel piercing her vulva against her swollen little pleasure bud. Every thrust of the adult cock into her ass squeezed her vaginal passage against Cindy's stiffy and it just felt so amazing. Renee's head was spinning and the pleasure was spreading, spreading from her clit and inside her cunt back to her ass. She had been having anal sex since she was nine and it always hurt some, but when it was good it was a pleasurable hurt and this was SO good.

Renee closed her eyes to let the pleasure build to its inevitable explosion but then something hot bumped against her forehead. She opened her eyes and there was another cock right in front of her, with a thick blond bush and a big purple head. Her eyes crossed as it painted precum down between her eyes and right to the tip of her nose and then, with a big smile, the naked eleven-year-old opened wide.

Cindy watched wide-eyed as the cock slid into her girlfriend's mouth. The man's hairy scrotum landed on her forehead, heavy and warm. He pushed too far, too fast. Renee choked and coughed and her eyes watered as drool spilled from her lips. Cindy knew Renee had a pretty strong gag reflex. No deep throat for her, unlike Lilah who would happily swallow a cock into her throat and hold it there until she passed out from lack of oxygen, but Cindy realized that between the molly they'd both been taking steadily since this all started and the pot smoke she'd gotten from Cindy's sidestream, Renee was simply too high to remember. She stopped playing with Renee's nipple with one hand and reached up to wrap it around the base of the cock. When the man went to push forward again, her little finger bumped off Renee's upper lip, and she squeezed the cock a little to signal to its owner "this far and no further". The man got the message. With the penis only filling her mouth to a comfortable depth, Renee went to work on it. Cindy watched as the older girl sealed her lips around the shaft and, squinting with concentration, twisted her mouth back and forth on it. She pushed back until the glans just rested on her upper lip while she flicked her tongue back and forth against the little pee hole. Renee sucked it back into her mouth, hollowing her cheeks, and then turned her head to one side and the other, making the cock bulge out each cheek in turn. As she moved Cindy felt Renee's cunt clamp down on her penis, squeezing and releasing it in erratic rhythm. It felt so good. Despite having just cum Cindy felt the tickling of pleasure start up again, though with it came a deep ache, not unpleasant, coming from somewhere behind her scrotum. It seemed to her that she'd been hard for this entire time, since they first undressed and left their clothes in the suite to be introduced to all the men. She hoped her penis didn't get stuck that way. What if it never went down? That would be embarrassing. But for now...she sighed as Renee's vaginal walls contracted again. She was bouncing up and down a little atop Cindy, pushed by the thrusting of the man fucking her ass.

A thought struck Cindy. "One...two...three..." she counted, and giggled. Renee, her mouth still full of cock, looked a question at her. "You have three penises in you!" Cindy declared. "Karen told me they call that 'airtight'. That's silly," she said, and then began singsonging "My girlfriend's airtight, my girlfriend's airtight!" in time with the scrotum bouncing back and forth on her forehead.

But a moment later, that was no longer true. The man behind Renee lifted her up and buried himself as deeply as he could in her bowels and at the same time let out a howl, then another and another. He lifted Renee clean off of Cindy. Her penis slurped out of Renee's cunt and slapped against her belly, and then she felt hot liquid on it as cum squirted out of Renee's asshole around the man's pulsing shaft and dripped down. As she was anally inseminated Renee moved one hand to her crotch and strummed her clit frantically. Cindy heard her voice rising, muffled by the mouthful of cock, "oooOOOoooOOOoooOOO!" Renee cried and kicked out her legs. The semen covering Cindy's penis was joined by a dribble of Renee's own girl honey. The scent of her, so sweet and hot, made Cindy's head spin. She wrapped her arms around Renee and pressed her forehead into the hollow of Renee's neck as the older girl carried on fellating the other man. It wasn't long before Cindy heard him muttering, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh fucking shit!" and she saw the big vein on the underside of the penis pulsing. Renee didn't swallow; she tilted her head back and let her cheeks bulge as her mouth was filled with hot semen. When the man finished and rocked back, letting his wilting erection slip from between her lips she clamped them shut but not before a fat droplet of milky cum escaped and dribbled down her chin.

The two children locked eyes. Renee's were glassy and her pupils were so dilated her irises were the thinnest of rings. Cindy wondered if hers looked the same, except pale blue instead of hazel. When she'd last looked in the mirror they were deeply bloodshot with almost more red than white. Renee raised herself up just a little and, looking down at Cindy's bee-stung lips, said "Opemf ur mouf". Smiling, Cindy obeyed. Renee pursed her lips and let a fat blob of semen drip down. It landed squarely on Cindy's bottom teeth. Then she brought their lips together and the two children kissed and passed the fresh load back and forth between them, incidentally smearing a good portion of it onto their faces.

By the time all the cum was gone, swallowed or drooled onto each other, Renee's eyelids were drooping. "I'm kinda sleepy," she whispered into Cindy's ear. "Maybe I'll take a little nap." She rolled to the side, keeping an arm and a leg draped over Cindy's slender, tan form.

"Don't forget to take off your wristband," Cindy started to say but she was interrupted. BAM! came from right outside the door of the ground-floor room they were in. Cindy jerked up in time to see a skinny, tattooed form bounce off the hood of a car parked right up against the walkway. Lilah rolled off the hood onto the gravel, leaving a Lilah-sized dent in the sheet metal. Screaming incoherently, the naked child ran away from the hotel, slamming into parked cars as she vanished into the darkness. "That was Lilah!" Cindy exclaimed. "I have to go after her!" Cindy scrambled up, or tried to. "OW!" both children exclaimed at the same time as the slender chain connecting Cindy's nipple rings to Renee's labial barbel snapped taut and tugged at their fresh piercings. Cindy's bare feet slid on the worn carpet as she caught her balance. She fumbled with the clip holding the chain to her left nipple ring, tugged it through the right one and let it fall across Renee's hip. "I'm going after her!" she repeated and ran out of the room. Renee heard her fading exclamations of "ouch! ouch! ouch!" as she barefooted across the gravel lot on uncallused soles.

"That's nice," Renee sighed as her eyelids slipped closed. "I'm just going to take a little nap." The last word ended in a soft snore. She rolled onto her back, her legs partially straddling the ottoman she and Cindy had been sharing. A couple of minutes later, a lanky young man peered into the room and saw Renee sprawled on her back, her arms and legs akimbo. He stepped into the room taking in the eleven-year-old's naked form, her nascent breasts rising and falling, fat nipples quivering. He bent to examine her smooth, pudgy vulva, eyes widening as he saw the silver bar piercing her labia at the apex of her slit, the swollen clitoris beneath it, and coating of drying semen down the inside of her thighs. Her slit was slightly open and her inner lips were moist, pink, and inviting. The man checked her wrist - yes. Smiling, he undid his pants and dropped to his knees. He wrapped the silver chain around his hand like the reins of a horse, tugging gently and watching the barbell stretch the tender flesh of Reeves's vulva. In a couple of minutes he was joined by another guy who happened by, then another who called to some friends down the breezeway. Before long the room was full of men waiting their turn. The rising buzz of conversation and laughter didn't disturb Renee. Aside from an occasional extra-hard thrust that compressed her diaphragm and forced air out in a rush, Renee continued to snore softly.

***

Lilah had thought - had hoped - she was going to be dead. She couldn't take it any more. Even being a monster, having a strong monster body to defend her from all the other monsters - after waking up back in the bad monster cave and figuring out that escaping from it and everything that had happened next, that it all had been a dream and all she had would be fighting the bad monsters and losing and getting fucked by them, getting fucked and cut and burned and broken forever and ever - it was just too much. She didn't want to live any more. She'd rather be dead and maybe when you're dead, she hoped you can be with others who are dead, and maybe even though she was a monster she'd be able to find her mommy and be with her and they could be dead together. So when she threw herself over the railing into the infinite black space surrounding the monster cave, she hoped that would be the end of Lilah and she'd never think or feel or want anything ever again.

Then there was a crash and pain bloomed in Lilah's monster body and her head hit something hard and she saw stars. And she wasn't dead and there was nothing to do but run away, even though she knew the monsters would catch her. She rolled over and fell onto hard gravel. She made herself get to her feet and, crying, she fled. Giant creatures loomed out of the darkness, snarling and snapping at her, their eyes staring and their mouths leering and she dodged and evaded, tripping and falling and getting up with bloody knees and running again. She heard the creatures roaring in anger but she didn't dare look to see how close they were. At last the ground changed under her callused soles and the gravel ended and she dived into tall weeds, no they were hissing snakes that stood up and stabbed down to bite at her as she passed, no they were just weeds and Lilah rolled over and over to get away until she hoped she was hidden. She heard a noise behind her and, terrified, she scuttled around to look. The monster cave was at the top of a mountain and she was looking down from the summit. At the bottom was a fence. Lilah blinked her eyes. Beyond the fence was a busy highway was dragons flying and breathing flames was a highway was roaring lions and hippos tearing monsters apart in their jaws was a highway. Lilah shook her head and rubbed her eyes. Whatever it was, Lilah knew that if she could jump into the middle of it, she would really be dead. All she had to do was run down the mountain through the grass through the biting snakes through the grass and jump over the fence. It would be easy. And then she could throw herself into the traffic or the dragons or whatever they were. Monster or not, that would be the end of Lilah and she was ready for it all to be over.

Lilah got her legs under her and gathered her strength, ready for a final run through the snakes the grass the snakes when she heard her name called. "Lilah!" It was a monster crashing through the snakes the weeds oh no she had to run but it was too late. She was caught. The monster loomed over her. Lilah curled herself into a ball and sobbed.

"Lilah, what's wrong?" Cindy looked down at the crying child. She had walked through the thigh-high weeds at the edge of the parking lot and her legs were all wet with dew. It was chilly and damp in the hours before dawn and she shivered a little and wrapped her arms around herself. Her new nipple rings felt cool against the irritation and swelling from the fresh piercing. Lilah was curled up in a ball. The crazed tattooing that covered her back and most of her body shifted and looked somehow threatening in the dim, shifting light of the lot's sodium lamps filtered through the breeze-ruffled weeds. "Lilah, it's okay," Cindy said in what she hoped was a soothing voice. She squatted down and put her hand on Lilah's thigh. The child flinched violently and scrabbled away.

"Nononono," Lilah moaned. Her spooky, opaque eyeballs were wide open and beneath the wild tattooed fu dog her face was set in a rictus of panic. "No more monsters, no more, it hurts, I can't, noooo,"

Cindy's heart was pounding. She looked around wildly but they were alone. She needed an adult to help, but there was no one but her. "Lilah, it's me, it's Cindy, you're okay, everything's okay." Cindy knee-walked forwards as Lilah scrabbled backwards, terror etched in every line of the nine-year-old's mutilated body. In her anxiety a small part of Cindy's mind noted with interest that her penis had gone soft for almost the first time since the fundraiser had started.

"NO!" Lilah shrieked as Cindy touched her again, and she tried to throw herself down the hill. Cindy just barely caught Lilah's ankle and was almost pulled down the slope with her but she threw her own weight backwards and managed to stop their momentum. Okay, Cindy thought, Lilah was trapped inside her delusions again. She had seen this before, and she knew what to do. As Lilah shrieked and cried and struggled to get away, Cindy went hand-over-hand up the child's skinny leg, over the tattoos of hyperrealistic rats tearing at the little girl's flesh. Lilah kicked with all her might with the other foot. Her horny callused heel caught Cindy right in the face. It hurt but Cindy held on. She tasted blood in her mouth but she held on and then she was able to pin Lilah's other leg and spread her thighs apart. She looked down for a moment at the gaping jaws of the serpent tattooed around Lilah's multiply-pierced vulva. It was covered with patches of flaking dried semen as were her scarred thighs. As Lilah struggled and begged to die, Cindy bent to examine Lilah's cum-covered clitoris, nestled between the parted curtains of her bisected clit hood. She kissed it.

"AAAAAA!" Lilah's shrieks of terror cut off wordlessly as she climaxed instantly. Every muscle locked and her back arched until only her shoulders and heels were touching the dirt. She began to tremble violently. Cindy dug her two hands into the child's ass cheeks, keeping her mouth fastened over Lilah's pleasure bud. As Lilah's trembling diminished, Cindy flicked her tongue against the exposed nub. "AAAAAA!" Again Lilah screamed but not in terror this time. Again her muscles locked in an arch with her mons at the apex. The trembling was even more violent this time and as she tossed her bald head back and forth in the dirt a low animal moan escaped her lips. One more, Cindy thought, and her teeth came together on Lilah's clit. A third orgasm, this one even more intense, grabbed the nine-year-old and shook her body like a rag doll. Another moan, this one climbing in pitch until it was almost silent. Again the child went rigid; again she convulsed. A stream of hot urine sprayed onto Cindy's clenched teeth. She reared back. Lilah's clit scraped free of her dental grip. Cindy wiped piss off her chin but kept one hand closed around Lilah's thigh as the child flopped back and forth in the weeds as if shaken by some invisible giant.

It was no more than a minute though to Cindy it seemed much longer when Lilah's struggles stilled. She heaved a giant sigh and went limp, her arms and legs splayed. For a moment nothing moved and Cindy held her breath. Then Lilah blinked, opened her eyes, and struggled up on her elbows. Her dyed eyeballs looked black in the dim light, but orange highlights glinted on her dilated pupils. "...Thindy?" she said in a small voice.

"I'm here, Lilah. You're okay."

"But...the monthterth..."

"No monsters, Lilah, you were imagining them. Remember what Mister told you? You're seeing things that aren't real. I know they're scary, but they can't hurt you. You have to keep telling yourself that, they can't hurt you."

"They...can't hurt me," Lilah repeated as if she were understanding some very difficult concept for the first time.

"That's right!" Cindy set her features in an exaggerated smile and nodded vigorously. "They can't hurt you. Do you remember where we are?"

"We're...fucking?" Lilah asked.

"That's right!" Cindy repeated. "We're fucking so I can go to school."

"Penithes." Lilah said. "Lot'th of penithes." She lurched up to a sitting position. One hand shot out and Cindy gasped as it curled around her own little tool. "Penith!" Lilah declared again. She did something magical with her grip and Cindy gasped again as she instantly surged back to full, aching hardness. Lilah dug her heels into the ground and pulled herself forward so the two little girls' crotches were almost touching. "Penith!" She bent Cindy's freshly steel-hard erection down so it was pointing at her own distended hole. Cindy looked down to see the pink opening, the tissues glistening with moisture. She gasped as Lilah lifted her hips and her glans was enveloped in Lilah's heat. She could feel the fluttering of Lilah's pulse. Then Lilah threw herself onto Cindy, her wiry, surprising strength bearing the older girl down. Cindy gasped a third time as Lilah's cunt swallowed her to the root. She was on her back and Lilah's hands were on her shoulders, her familiar yet still horrifying tattooed face looming over her, light reflecting off her dozens of facial piercings and her chromed tusks. The tusks clashed together musically and drool dripped from Lilah's toothless gums onto Cindy's face as Lilah bounced up and down on her. "Penith, penith, penith!" Lilah chanted joyously as the two little girls fucked in the dirt.

Lilah's emaciated frame was deceptive. Cindy didn't know where her strength came from but she was unable to dislodge the younger girl. She seemed inexhaustible as well. They had been fucking for what seemed like hours to Cindy's drug-altered time sense by the time Lilah's incredibly tight and hot nine-year-old cunt wrenched a fourth dry orgasm from Cindy and still she kept on. The friction against her erection was actually painful and Cindy's eyes were beginning to water when Lilah suddenly jerked her head up and froze. She was staring somewhere off to the left and Cindy craned her neck around to look. She heard it before she saw it, a quiet little whine. Then a small white doggy face poked out from the forest of weeds.

"Mommy?" Lilah whispered almost too softly for Cindy to hear.

"That's a stray dog, Lilah, be careful..." Cindy started to say, but Lilah's attention was totally focused on the animal.

Lilah's face lit up, her lips curving in a broad smile despite the distortion forced on her mouth by her tusks. "Mommy!" she cried and held her arms out. The next thing Cindy saw was a white streak catapult into Lilah's arms, knocking her backwards. Cindy groaned as her tortured erection popped out of Lilah's cunt and slapped against her abdomen, casting a small spatter of cunt juice and strangers' cum onto her belly.

Cindy painfully got to her feet. Lilah was rolling in the dirt with her arms full of squirming, licking, yipping dog. It was just a puppy, Cindy saw, a pure white puppy of indeterminate breed with big paws and floppy ears. She noted the lack of a collar, and she noted it was a boy.

Lilah looked up at her and her face was transformed. Pure joy shone through all the horrible things that changed her face from an innocent child's to a monstrous freak. "It's my mommy!" Lilah said, and tears began to stream down her cheeks. "I found my mommy!"

Cindy opened her mouth to correct Lilah but she saw the bliss on Lilah's face and saw, too, that the puppy had somehow instantly bonded with her, and she realized there was no point. "Come on, Lilah, let's go back and see Mister."

Lilah struggled to her feet with the puppy squirming in her arms, and the two children walked back towards the building. Cindy limped a little from her sore asshole but also because just the motion of her boner bouncing as she walked hurt, but holding it still with her hand hurt more.

***

I had just made the final announcement over the PA that the party was over and it was time for everyone to wash off their dicks, pull up their pants, and go home. Marta, bless her over-inked little heart, was walking up and down the breezeways to encourage everyone to GTFO and to pick up the last tip jars. Not to put too fine a point on it, we had cleaned up. The girls had fucked their little hearts out. The entrance fees already covered the rest of Cindy's elementary grades at St. Mary's and into middle school. As generously as everyone had tipped, we might be okay until mid-high school. More if I could find some way to invest the money without getting the tax man sniffing around.

A sleeping Mariela - with a notably full tummy, the kid had swallowed so much cum I was surprised she didn't slosh when she walked - had already been stuffed into pajamas and carried off by her dad. I think he was eager to have one more go at her at home. I was waiting for the rest of the girls to make their way back down to the suite. Once we had everyone cleaned up and everything packed away, we were heading off into the mountains where I had reserved an AirBnB on the edge of a state park. There was a lake and hiking if anyone was up to it.

So it wasn't much of a surprise when two naked children staggered in through the open suite door. What was surprising was first that it was Cindy with Lilah, not Renee. Cindy had unclipped the chain binding the two girls together and must have left it with Renee. I hope they hadn't had a fight. What was also surprising was that Lilah had a puppy in her arms. It was squirming around and whining excitedly. Lilah set it down on the floor and I expected it to immediately bolt but no, it wrapped itself around Lilah's bare calves, tail thumping hard, looking up at her with total love in its eyes. It was a mutt but its fur was pure white. "Who's this?" I asked the girls.

"It'th my mommy!" Lilah declared.

"Do what now?" I asked.

Cindy came and sat in my lap. There went another pair of clean pants, stained with drying cum and anal juices. She put her arms around my neck. I bent so she could whisper in my ear. "Lilah was really scared by her hallucinations," She pronounced the word carefully. "And I had to help her - you know, the way you showed me." I felt myself stiffening under the warm damp weight of Cindy's plundered ass at the thought of her licking our little monster's cunt. "And then the doggy - oh no, don't, it's really sore!" My hand had strayed down to caress Cindy's little penis, still rock hard after 3 full days and nights. So instead I let my hand roam up over her firm little sixpack to gently flip and tweak her nipple rings. She sighed with pleasure and leaned into me before continuing. "And then the doggy just came from nowhere, and she says it's her mommy and I think we have to keep it."

"Lilah thinks the dog is her mother?" Her dead mother? Whose sudden death from pancreatic cancer precipitated her father's downward spiral and started the train of events that led to a betusked, tattooed, physically and mentally scarred nine-year-old now happily playing with the puppy?

Cindy nodded. I really didn't want a dog but I also didn't want to fight about it now. I tried to remember what the AirBnB had said about pets. "Okay, we'll at least take it home with us and decide what to do later. Right now I need you and Lilah to get in the shower and clean up so we can get ready to go." Aside from the dried cum all over the children, they were both filthy with dirt and oil from rolling around on the ground outside. Of the three of them the stray dog was by far the cleanest.

I boosted Cindy out of my lap and gave her a little pat on the ass. My hand came away a little sticky. She told Lilah, "Come on, let's go get in the shower!" Lilah stood up and the puppy continued frolicking and jumping around her feet. "Come on, Mommy," she told the dog, "Let'th get in the thower."

No sooner had the bathroom door closed and the shower started running than the next crisis came along. Marta led a naked Renee into the suite, and Renee was crying. I mean she was bawling full-out. I hadn't seen her this upset since Moira's football party three Christmases ago when Karen had lost control of her bladder and pissed all over her in front of the room. And she'd been only nine then. Seeing an eleven-year-old - almost a teenager, and moving into puberty - this upset was, well, upsetting. Marta gave me a look like "this is SO not my problem" and retreated to the other room. Renee stood flat-footed in the center of the room and just ugly-cried, mouth open, tears and snot running down her face and cutting runnels through the heavy patches of dried semen on her cheeks and chin.

Well these pants were already for the wash, why not my tshirt too? I got up and gathered her in a hug. "Hey now," I said, brushing her tangled and cum-clotted hair away from her face. "Hey, you're ok. Renee, what is it? Tell me what happened. Did someone hurt you?"

"N-no," Renee said, making a valiant effort to master herself. Through hiccuping sobs she said, "I...I fell asleep. With my wristband on. And then I woke up and Cindy was gone and, and I was getting fucked. In my cunt!" She stepped back to show me. From her bellybutton down to her thighs the eleven-year-old was soaked with fresh semen. It covered her mound, hiding the few fine dark hairs growing there, dripped over her clit and the silver barbel piercing her labia majora, and ran down her inner thighs in thick trails. Renee made an inverted vee and pressed her fingers into her slit to pry it open, making it completely obvious: her slender inner lips gaped and cum was oozing thickly from her vaginal entrance. As I watched a heavy droplet formed, stretched, broke, and plopped onto the arch of one bare foot. "I'll be pregnant again!" Her crying renewed, her voice rising in panic. "I can't be pregnant again! I'll have to get another abortion and Mommy and Daddy will know how slutty I am and they'll never trust me again and they'll think I'm stupid and irre...irre...irresponsible. And I am stupid! What's wrong with me?"

"Shh, shh, shh," I soothed her. I got down on my knees so I was looking up into her round face. I put one arm around her shoulders and then - I couldn't help myself - skimmed the fingers of my other hand up and down her messy slit. I tugged gently on the barbel and made Renee's breath hitch through her crying, before reversing my hand and pushing two fingers into the eleven-year-old's cunt. They slid in easily and her cunt contracted around my fingers, squeezing them tightly. More semen squelched out around my knuckles. It was a measure of how upset the preteen was that she didn't object to me molesting her like that without even a by-your-leave. "How many guys fucked you?" Renee shook her head almost frantically and cried harder.

Marta poked her head in from the other room. "At least a couple dozen from what I saw."

"So you let two dozen guys fuck you?" I said. Renee nodded through her tears. "I mean, that is really irresponsible. How hard would it have been to slip off your wristband before you dozed off? Two dozen men fucked you and you just slept through it? Didn't notice at all?"

"I...I...I think I was a little awake. I sort of felt it, felt something good in my, my cunt, but I didn't realize..." Renee couldn't continue because she was crying too hard.

"So you are in fact extremely slutty," I continued, pretending to ignore her upset. I smiled "I actually like that about you. But here, stop crying, everything is okay. You're not going to be pregnant."

"HOW CAN YOU KNOW?" Renee shrieked at me. "They all put their cum in my cunt! That's how I got pregnant the first time!"

I pulled my fingers out of the eleven-year-old's well-used channel with an audible squelch and wiped them on her belly, then stood and rummaged in my backpack on the table. I withdrew a small box and held it out to Renee. "Read this, read the label, what's it say?"

"Emergency contra-contraception?" Renee looked up at me and there was a desperate hope in her eyes.

"Yes. Nothing simpler, kiddo. Look, just because you got fucked doesn't mean you're pregnant. It was only really bad luck that you caught your first time. Even adult women don't get a baby every time they have sex. But you just swallow this," I continued, opening the package as I spoke and withdrawing the pill in its little blister pack, "and it will keep your egg from meeting the sperm, and you won't be pregnant. Okay?" I had Renee's full attention now. She wiped her nose on her forearm and then scrubbed her hand across her face, wiping away tears and incidentally rewetting and smearing the dried semen flaking off her cheeks and chin.

"R-really? And it always works?"

"The sooner you take it after sex, the better, so here." I popped the pill out of the blister pack and handed it to her with a bottle of water. Renee wasn't great at swallowing pills and this one was not small, but she forced it down as if her life depended on it - which, in a way, it did.

"That's it?" She looked up at me, hope and trepidation written all over her tearstained face.

"That's it." I brushed her hair away from her face then put my hands on her bare shoulders and walked her over to the full-length mirror on the bathroom door. "Look at you," I said. The eleven-year-old was kind of a mess. Her thick brown hair was uncombed and speckled with clumps and tangles of dried semen. Her hazel eyes were bloodshot and the tear tracks down her face cut through the flaky patches of dried cum on her cheeks and chin. There was more cum sort of embedded in the folds behind her slight double chin on her neck. Her breasts, not even a full handful, were slightly bruised on the sides. She liked to have them spanked (and I liked to spank them) until the little mounds jumped and shimmied. Her most spectacular feature were the large, thick nipples, with the dark areolae that covered more than half the surface of the mound. Relaxed now, when aroused and erected the nipple was easily the size of the last joint on my little finger.

Renee's arms, shoulders, and back were muscular beneath her flawless olive skin, the result of years her martial arts training. She was fast and supple and - as several of Karen's tricks found out when they got out of line - capable of taking down people three times her size. Her crotch was a mess and standing behind her I could see that her backdoor was even more so. Her sphincter was an irritated bright red and rather swollen underneath a very heavy coating of semisolid ejaculate. Thick trails ran down the backs of her thighs, merging with the runnels coming down from her cunt to make a river delta of semen that wended its way past her knees and halfway to her calves.

"Look at you," I repeated. "You look amazingly slutty. You've had more sex in the last three days than most women will have in their entire lives. You've been fucked by or sucked off nearly a hundred grown men and I bet you don't know more than a handful of their names. Even Karen knows the names of her tricks. How do you feel about that?"

Renee made a show of unconcern. She shrugged, "It's ok. I don't hate it, I don't love it, I was just doing it for Cindy."

"Oh, you don't love it? I've heard you cumming. Everyone's heard you cumming. 'OOOoooOOOoooOOO!' I mimicked Renee's distinct vocalizations. How do I know you weren't even asleep, but just pretending so you could say it wasn't your fault that you got fucked in the pussy so much?"

A blush crawled up Renee's face and I knew I'd hit on the truth, at least a partial truth. "Yeah, that's what I thought. You little slut!" But I said it fondly, admiringly, and then I pulled the eleven-year-old into an embrace, pressing my mouth to hers and forcing her lips open with my tongue. She struggled a little but then my hand stole down between us. I pressed on the metal barbel that pierced her labia, compressing it against her clitoris and pushing it up and down and Renee melted against me. With my other hand I palmed her ass cheek and slipped a finger into her crack, pressing hard on her swollen sphincter until it yielded and I slipped in to the second knuckle. Renee's arms went around me and squeezed and she began making little whining sounds in her throat as my finger plunged in and out.

"Slut," I whispered into her mouth, then straightened and stepped back. She staggered a little, her eyes dazed over bee-stung lips. I turned her around to face the bathroom door and gave her a spank on the butt. "Go get in the shower. Use Karen's brushes to clean out your cunt and your beautiful little ass." I leaned down and whispered the next bit into her ear. "When we get where we're going, I will put on a condom and then I will fuck you until you can't see straight!" I licked her ear as the preteen blushed and nodded slightly.

Renee waddled off to the bathroom and in a few moments I heard her voice and Cindy's laughing together over the spray of the shower. Children were amazingly resilient.

That left only Renee's big sister unaccounted for. I was wondering if I should go looking for Karen when a wave of stench rolled over me, and I knew it wouldn't be necessary. She was here. I turned around and sure enough, the thirteen-year-old was in the doorway, half bent over and holding on to the doorframe for support. She took tiny, shuffling steps into the room, groaning quietly with each flex of her hips and knees. There was not a square centimeter of skin on the child that I could see that wasn't covered in multiple layers of dried, drying, and fresh semen. Her hair was a solid gelled glob that stuck up at a crazy angle then hung down with thick tendrils, like sloppy dreads, adhering to her back. There were little shelves of jelled cum on her eyebrows, the end of her nose, filling her Cupid's bow. She was breathing through her mouth because her nostrils were blocked, and cum bubbles blew and popped with every exhale, while gooey cum-tainted semen drooled over her bottom lip and down her chin. Globs of jizz depended from her earlobes like oversized pearl drop earrings.

Karen's nipples were swollen and her breasts covered with bite marks underneath their coating. There was a gloppy spackle of protein partially filling her cleavage. Her clit was more swollen than I'd ever seen it, rising out of the thick layer of cum totally plastering her vulva. I swore I could see it throbbing from across the room. Her fingers and toes were all solidly webbed and she was leaving sticky footprints behind her. The smell of cum was overpowering and it was layered with stale sweat and the sharp, spicy smell of the little whore's aroused cunt. And she clearly was still aroused. Nearly 80 hours of continuous sex, taking cocks in every hole including nostrils, ears, and eyes probably, and Karen still wanted more.

She took two slow baby steps into the room but before she could take a third she whimpered, her knees half gave way, and hot cream arced from her slit. It spattered heavily on the carpet and the sharp note of cunt was suddenly stronger. Karen moaned, supporting herself with one hand on the back of a chair, while her other hand was frantically strumming her tortured clitoris. "Ooooh, jeez," she said through gritted teeth as she managed another three shuffling steps across the carpet. Her fist closed on her clit and another ejaculation squirted out from her slit, this one carrying little clots of half-congealed semen with it as it poured down her thighs.

I watched, bemused, as Karen's slow progress across the room continued. In the time it took her to travel from the front door to the vanity next to the bathroom, she climaxed three more times, marking each with a platter-sized wet stain on the carpeting. Finally, shuddering and panting, she stared at her reflection through bloodshot eyes and cum-frosted eyelashes. She supported herself with trembling arms on the countertop, going down to her elbows so that she could pick up and open a bottle of water which she drank dry in one extended gulp. Dropping the plastic bottle on the floor she looked up in the mirror and saw me standing behind her. She laboriously cleared her throat, spat gooey saliva into the sink, cleared her throat again, and finally met my eyes.

"This was awesome." Her voice was rough and strained. "When can we do it again?" Then her features contracted and her eyes squinted shut as another dribble of girl-cum pattered onto her bare feet and the heavy perfume of her arousal again rode over the stench of more than three days' worth of accumulated semen.

At that moment the bathroom door opened and the three younger girls piled out, accompanied by clouds of steam and a cleaner but still very excited puppy. Karen smiled tiredly but didn't seem to have the energy to ask where the dog came from. Renee and Cindy were chattering together but both stopped dead as Karen's stink rolled over them. Cindy wrinkled her nose but stayed quiet. Renee wasn't so restrained. "Pee-YOU!" she exclaimed, holding her nose theatrically. Her eyes went up and down, taking in Karen's utterly degraded appearance. "Wow, now THAT is a whore! Karen, you stink! You must have, like a hundred pounds of cum on you."

I said "Yeah well, at least we know she's not knocked up. AGAIN." and that shut her up. "C'mon, kitten, let's get you into the tub." Touching Karen as little as possible - holding her hand and supporting her elbow with my other hand, I walked her towards the bathroom. Karen was overtaken by another orgasm on the threshold, and then yet another just as I got her settled lying in the too-small bathtub with her legs up. A stream of hot cream shot out of her slit and arced backwards to splash onto her face and breasts. Karen sputtered, then licked her lips.

"This is going to have to be cold, kitten, otherwise all that protein will denature and pill up and we'll never get it out of your hair." With no further warning I turned the shower on full blast. Karen screamed as the icy water hit her. This place had excellent water pressure and the cold left her panting and moaning. The stream blasted loose chunks of the semen coating and send it swirling down the drain. After a minute, Karen was able to pull herself to a sitting position and start working her fingers through the snarled, cum-matted mess of her waist-length hair.

Karen spent twenty minutes under the pounding cold water while we adults packed up the suite, Cindy and Renee got dressed in short skirts, tshirts and sneakers. They braided each others' hair while Lilah played with the puppy and masturbated. Eventually I heard the shower turn off and Karen hobbled out of the bathroom with her hair wrapped in one towel as she dried her coltish limbs with another. "Go ahead and get dressed, kitten," I told her. "It's time for us to go."

"Um..." Karen said. "I...I don't think I can get dressed." She sounded very tired.

"What do you mean? I know you brought a change of clothes."

"It's not that, it's...oh...oh...OH JEEZ!" She cried out as, yet again, hot goo squirted from between her swollen cuntlips and ran down her legs. "I can't, my cunt, it's never been so hot, it won't stop, I can't stop it, ooooOOOH!" She ended with an exhausted-sounding moan and a little more liquid dribbled out of her. The little whore had managed to fuck herself into some kind of permanent orgasmic euphoria. But I understood the problem. Any clothing she put on would just get soaked with her ejaculate in no time.

Marta helped me load the truck with our trash and leftover cases of water as the last of our guests were blearily climbing into their own cars and heading out of the parking lot. Then she took off in her own car. I stashed a gallon ziploc full of condoms and another one full of joints in the compartment under the back seat, along with a large pill bottle full of MDMA. The duffel bag full of cash went underneath the driver's seat. I distributed ibuprofen and multivitamins to the girls - they were in for some ferocious Molly hangovers. Cindy and Renee rode up front with me. Karen was sprawled naked across the back seat lying on thick towels. Lilah was crouched in the footwell. She was eagerly slurping at Karen's cunt, cleaning up the results of her messy climaxes that were still coming every couple of minutes or so. On the one hand, that meant most of Karen's cream went down the little girl's throat instead of soaking the towels and staining my upholstery. On the other hand, Lilah's eager tongue and those tusks seemed to keep Karen in her orgasmic spiral. The puppy seemed to like the taste too. It kept jumping up on the seat and poking its nose at Karen's naked crotch, pushing Lilah out of the way. At least Karen was clean now, and the scent of her cunt cream, while still nearly overpowering, was mostly pleasant.

The sun was just starting to come up as we pulled out of the parking lot. I handed a small stack of cash to the hired security who would pick up the traffic cones and the "Closed for Private Function" signs before leaving, and headed for the highway entrance and the drive up into the mountains. Cindy and Renee fell asleep hugging each other before we got out of the city.