Alyssa was ushered into another room. A man with short brown hair was waiting by a big red water bed. He smiled and told the naked little girl to lie down on the bed. Reluctantly Alyssa did what the man told her. He then got down on the bed and pulled her legs wide apart. Alyssa stared at the ceiling wanting to be a million miles away. The man started fingering and fondling her, pretending to give her sex education lesson while he molested her.
"This your vulva," he explained stroking her little mound. "It has parts called the labia, or lips," he pulled them open. "The outer and inner labia, which cover your vagina and clitoris," Alyssa winced as the man fingered her clit and vagina.
Seeing her discomfort the man eased the pressure on the child's ultra-sensitive parts. Slowly and gently he stroked her clitoris and the area around her vagina. Alyssa closed her eyes and sighed. The tingly feelings were coming back again. The man must of realized this for his fingers moved faster. Alyssa took a deep breath. Her hips were moving up and down and her tummy was getting all tense.
"Oh, oh, oh!" Alyssa cried. The tingly feeling in her cunny was getting stronger and stronger. Something was making her body jerk and twist. It was scary, but it was also good, like being on top of a rollercoaster. Only this was different. All her nerves seemed to alight with pleasure. It was something she had never felt before and somehow she wanted it more than anything else in the world. The fingers were pressing harder against her clitoris and vagina. But she hardly noticed. "OHH!" Alyssa cried, "OH-AHHH OHHH!"
Alyssa had barely caught her breath when she felt something wet and hot stroking her clit. She looked down and saw the man's face buried deep in her crotch. She still wasn't used to the idea of having her pussy licked. Despite having just had an orgasm she thought it was pretty disgusting. Before long though she was looking glassy eyed at the ceiling as the man tongue-molested her.
"Please, please, please," she said over and over again. But did she mean please stop, or please more, more? Even Alyssa wasn't sure. She had always been taught that it was wrong to do nasty things like this and that no one had the right to touch her in her private places, let alone stick their tongue in them. By this time she knew what she had been taught didn't matter anymore. She was going to be sexually molested again and again.
Alyssa closed her eyes. Well if molested meant getting nice feelings like this, then maybe it wasn't too bad. She gasped as the man sucked on her clit. The tiny bud pulsed a dance in his mouth.
"AHHHHH! AHHHHH!" Alyssa screamed as the man brought her to the second orgasm in her eight year old life. It was stronger and better than the first one. Or maybe Alyssa was started to get used to the feeling. She was started to look forward to being molested. Only she was soon to learn this wouldn't always be fun.
The man got up and walked out the door. The first man came back in and took Alyssa to yet one more room. There he made her kneel in front of him on a big bed with a blue cover. He pointed to his thingy.
"I want you to kiss my cock. You will then lick like and ice cream cone and then you will take it in your mouth and suck on it! Understand?" Alyssa understood all too well. She gave the man a pleading look.
"You want me to do what?" she gasped staring at the man's thingy. It was bigger than her whole arm-not quite but almost. She could barely get her hand around it! "Suck my cock, Alyssa!" The man snapped at her. He was getting mad. This scared Alyssa a lot. And when she was frightened, the eight year old could act like a baby. Stupidly.
"I-I-I-ca-ca-can't" Alyssa stammered shaking her head. "Please don't m-m-make me!"
"Suck my cock! Suck it right now!" the man yelled.
"NOOO!" Alyssa yelled "NOOOO! "I WONT! I WONT! I WONT!" She started bawling like a two year old.
The man said two really bad words, then grabbed Alyssa by the hand and dragged her out of the room.
"You're going to get it now, young lady!"
Alyssa wailed incoherently.
He took her into another room with yet another bed. This time the bed's cover was folded over the edge showing white sheets speckled with gold stars. The man ordered Alyssa to sit on the bed with her head and shoulders resting against the pillow. He yanked her legs up and apart and ordered her to hold herself open. Alyssa had stopped crying now. She realized that she was in trouble and hoped by cooperating the man wouldn't spank her too hard. This was she thought he would do. The fact that he wasn't making her show her rear made her thing that maybe he wasn't going to spank her. She didn't imagine that he would spank her front after all. 'Mebbe this won't be too bad," she thought. The man left the room. Alyssa waited, afraid to move a muscle.
The man came back carrying a bag and what looked like a remote control. He took some things out of the bag and laid them on the bed by the little girl. There were four little purple disks and large silver rod.
"Hold still! Move an inch and you'll be whipped!" Alyssa didn't dare breath. The man took one of the purple disks and put it on her left nipple. Another one went on her right nipple. The next pair went on her clitoris, one on the top of its little hood, the other right on its tip. There were little scratchy things on the disks which chaffed her delicate skin.
"Oww!" she cried. The man looked at her for a second, then picked up the rod and shoved into her vagina. Alyssa yelped. She closed her eyes, groaning. She didn't see the man aim the remote control at her.
"AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! Her nipples, clit and vagina were on fire! A zillion bees were stinging her over and over again with red hot stingers. "AYIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" The battery powered shock devices sent agonizing spurts of electricity into the eight year old's slender form over and over again. But though extremely painful they leave not the slightest mark and were carefully calculated to do no physical harm. Even so the man only tortured Alyssa for five minutes. To her it was more like five years. Little did she know that this was merely a tiny sample of the hell that might be in store for her.
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