She woke up as the sun cracked over the house, and climbed up from the grass. She wanted to see her teacher. The woman being tortured so horribly in her dreams. Mrs. Castle. She did not mention anything to her parents about the dream. Her dad ignored her as he did every morning and her mom kissed her on her cheek as she ran off to the bus fearing for the fate of her teacher.
She spent no time arguing with the other girls or pushing aside the asshole bullies. She ran into class and was the first kid at her desk. Awaiting quietly and hopeful for the bell to ring. It was the longest thirty minutes in her life. And a painful hour as no teacher arrived for it took a whole hour for the substitute to arrive. Something had happened to her teacher Mrs. Castle. The pretty tall and thin native American woman that was always so nice to all the children. Mille knew something bad must have happen and her gut clenched.
To Mille’s delight her teacher walked into class. She wore loose cargo pants and a black and purple t-shirt with a beautiful wide smile. Mille jumped up from her desk and wrapped her arms around the teacher’s legs. “Why aren’t you the affectionate one today Mille?” Kristine said laying her hands gently on top of the girl’s head and began slowly stroking her hair.
Kristine kneeled down looking into Mille’s eyes at eye level, “Are you okay sweetie?” she said with concern and curiosity in her voice and Mille looked right into her eyes, “Just happy to see you Mrs. Castle”, and proceeded to hug her teacher again.
She did not understand what she saw in her father’s DVDs or the things in her dream about Hell, but she did know that it was bad, and to an extent somehow disturbingly exciting. She was glad that Kristine was okay and thought of nothing but the video she watched the day prior. It made her sick but also to a small extent excited her. It was something new alien begging to be explored.
She ran home that evening as soon as the last bell rang. Her mom stayed with her taking a day off, and her father stayed at the office. She wanted to share with her mom about the things her dad had in the locked cabinet but was afraid of what might happen, and the last thing she wanted to do was anger her father. She mentioned nothing of the dream because it made her feel dirty and bad. She sat with her mom until she feel asleep. Her mother put her to bed and let Sticks sleep with her in the bedroom. Mille dreamt again as did Sticks.
Sticks dreamt of Mille chasing her while she ran somewhere dark. He tried to keep up with her in the tall wet grass, and soon was lost in the green oblivion. A nightmare unfolded in his doggy head as his master slipped away into shade. Mille dreamt the same exact same dream she had the night prior about her teacher but this time the nightmare was more visceral and real. She awoke where it left off with the Great Dane of Hell, Cerebus telling the woman of her eternal fate with him. She whimpered softly clinging to Sticks burring her face into the dog‘s coat trying to make the memory of the dream wash away. She then felt a deep need or desire to again look into her father’s cabinet of evil. Curiosity took the better part of her consciousness and climbed from her bed. She walked down the hallway of her house silently sneaking past her parents room with Sticks in tow.
She opened the cabinet and just as she left it before the door was still unlocked; she placed the DVD back in and immediately pressed “2” for the second chapter to start. The same blonde girl appeared on the screen. Only she wasn’t crying or beaten and bruised. The girl sat not so innocently on a couch wearing a soft blue dress just like the one Mille had. She could see the girl’s breasts and they were more developed than hers. Mille was again afraid for the girl but she was also a little curious as to what would happen to her. Sticks turned his head slightly to the side inquisitive of the girl on the screen. Mille covered the dog’s eyes but he shook his head and brushed off the girl’s attempt at censorship. They sat in the ugly glow of the screen and looked on with eyes wide and ears perked. The crickets outside for a moment quieted their song…
The voice came back, but this time gentle. The girl smiled, but Mille could tell that it was a deeply painful dry smile. Two men entered the room from the right of the screen. Each wearing a strange rubber mask of dead presidents. One wore the mask of Ahab and the other Nixon. They approached the girl and spoke to her in the strange foreign language. She nodded and Ahab picked the blonde up from the couch her cute little body sat on. She straddled his hips with her long hairless legs and cooed in a soft voice. The man said something to the girl with an sly grin and the other wearing the Nixon mask snuck around behind her with the blonde never noticing a thing. She kissed the man gently and he kissed her back wrapping his powerful hands around her small round buttocks, but it wasn’t his hands holding her ass for his paw rested to the side of each thigh
She may have known in a general sense to what was going to happen and came to terms with her new role in life– serving the sexual monsters a full plate of their sick disgusting lusts for young girls, but not what was going to happen to her from behind and at the same time. She cooed again into the empty holes of the mask. When she felt the hands grab her little ass. With that her eyes widened with fear when she realized that the other man in the mask had sneaked behind her on purpose.
She pushed gently back against Ahab with her eye brows in plea for them to stop. He only smiled back from inside the mask. His shaft entered the girl, she grunted and expressed pain in her pretty face biting at her lower lip. She again cooed softly and smiled that empty smile, but then her smile dropped into open mouth holding back a scream as Nixon entered from behind. She never became numb to the pain. Each experience seemed to her more painful than before.
Nixon’s big cock gently entered her body, but that did nothing to ease the girl’s pain of being torn open from the inside. A sick smile sliced within the dark and sweaty interior of the mask. He felt good preparing to defile this little blonde bitch. The thought of it made his dick pulsate and twitch. The action made the girl squirm uncomfortable as she grabbed Ahab and tried to pull away with her arms around his neck. Two adult males had their dicks in a little girl at the threshold of becoming a woman… and somehow the sight was just as beautiful as it was vile and evil.
One man inside her throbbing tight pink. The other in her cycloptic tight little ass. Two men is sheer pleasure. One little girl in agony and terrified to what was her fate in the next few minutes.
Mille was absolutely in disgust by the material but at the same time just as enthralled in curiosity. Sticks just watched without taking his doggy eyes off the screen just on occasion to look at Mille as if questioning her motives but only to turn back and watch the video. Mille laid her hand on the dog’s head and continued her perverse inquiry into this dark underbelly world of her father which he hid.