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Amy had always thought she was only attracted to little girls and a handful of grown men.
When she came home early one day to find Robin forcing Dia to eat his ass, however, that changed dramatically, right on the spot. She stood peering through the crack in the bedroom door, mesmerized, as her adorable little girl was held in place by the ropes, her face buried under him, her tongue slurping against his asshole like a kitten with a bowl of milk. It was incredible. Bratty, catty Dia was no longer mouthing off or begging for them to buy something. The eight year old was silent, mouth full of ass, tongue busy doing something much sexier than begging her parents for toys. Amy had never thought of restraints as hot before, but seeing Dia's hands tied to the bedposts by the headboards was doing something for her. Her hand slipped into her panties without conscious thought, her eyes wide as she stared, her pussy wetting at the sight. She'd never seen anything like this, and fuck, it was incredible, seeing Dia with her brunette hair in cute double buns, naked as the day she was born, petite and helpless and infinitely fuckable, usable, breakable. This was like something out of a wet dream. It was real, and it was happening in her own house. Her own husband and her own daughter.
Fuck, it was hot to see her precious little Dia pinned down like this, made to serve her father's needs. She'd always thought it was attractive when her husband took control of a situation, whether it was dominating her personally or raping someone else. Before they'd had a child, they used to do that together, used to find and attack some hot young woman who he'd pound in the ass or pussy. Somehow, though, this was better. It was better when it was a flat-chested, scared little girl, especially their own daughter. Amy was enthralled by the sight, Robin's hole pressing down onto the crying eight year old girl's mouth, his balls on her face, her jaws stretched wide around the base of his cock. Dia was doing such a good job for her daddy, her tongue dancing around the wrinkled skin, making him feel so fucking good. She felt as if she'd stepped into an incredible, wonderful dream, seeing her baby girl lick a man's ass clean like that, her own father's no less. Amy's hazel eyes were glued to the scene, watching her husband's muscular body rock back and forth, his ass cheeks clenching and unclenching as he directed his daughter's tongue where he liked it. There was no hesitation, no remorse, no hint of reluctance in him.
In many ways, it reminded Amy of when they used to rape women together. Robin was a decisive man when he decided to dominate a bitch. She watched, hand moving fast in her panties, her clit swollen and sensitive as she really took in the sight. Her own cunt was wet and needy, her thumb circling her clit as she took in the sight of her little girl's mouth stretched around her husband's balls, his cock pulsing and leaking precum onto Dia's face. Dia looked so debauched, so used. Amy had always loved seeing the little boys she raped look like that once she was done fucking them. Seeing them no longer pristine or virginal but broken in and defiled had always done something for her. Now her own daughter was the one being broken in. Just the thought of this was making Amy so horny she could barely breathe. It had been a long time since she'd felt like this, not since the early days with Robin before they'd had a kid and then both gotten major promotions at work. The thought of her baby being used like this had never even been a dark fantasy in her pedophilic mind, but seeing it in reality was a hundred times more intense than anything she'd ever gotten off to. Dia was small, helpless, while Robin was dominating her, making her do something she clearly didn't want to do, something that was wrong in the eyes of the world but felt so, so right.
"Oh, yeah, eat your Daddy's ass," he moaned, moving back and forth, balls dragging over his daughter's pale, sweet face, "eat my ass out, use your tongue, Dia. Make Daddy happy, okay?"
The poor girl's eyes watered, her tongue sliding over his sphincter, her cheeks hollowed from suction, doing everything she could to not gag and to keep her teeth from scraping against his skin. Despite herself, a part of her felt a strange, sick thrill from his words of praise, his gentle strokes through her hair. It was like she'd done something right for once. Dia's mother had always been cold and distant, but her father had always been there, her rock, her everything. If he liked this, if it made him happy, she'd do it. It had to be okay. It had to be something she could survive, even if she hated it. Robin rocked above her, making lewd, pleased sounds, his cock jerking slightly with every moan he made.
"Just like that," he encouraged, "eat Daddy's ass, lick me clean. You're such a perfect ass-cleaner, my sexy baby, my perfect angel. That's it, stick that tongue way out and use lots of spit, Dia. Be a good girl for Daddy. You're always so good for me. Every time, you're getting better and better at rimming my ass, baby girl. You're so perfect. How is Daddy supposed to ever go back to anyone else when he's had his sexy little girl eat his ass? I'm so addicted to you, Dia, fuck."
Amy worked her clit harder just at the name, watching her little girl's mouth stretch around Robin's balls, his shaft thick and hard as it bobbed. He was fully erect. He wasn't using her for foreplay, he was making Dia eat his ass out the main event, and Amy was loving every moment of it. Their eight year old daughter's cheeks bulged as the girl held her mouth open extra-wide so her daddy's balls wouldn't scrape against her teeth. The woman could see it as the child sucked on them, sucking the very balls that created her. Her hand grew slick with her own wetness as she watched, her heart racing. Her husband had never been like this with her, never so intense. There was a cruelty in her eyes that made her want to see what else they'd do, how far they'd go. Robin's capacity for cruelty had been something Amy had always adored. They'd met when she had been raping a woman and he'd joined in. There was an endless ability to hurt others in him that made him the ideal partner in crime. She watched, stroking herself, as Robin violated their daughter. Everything about it was sexy, from the way his asshole's rim looked as it moved around Dia's tongue, the way he pushed down on her face, holding her there, forcing her to keep going even as she struggled for air. It was like watching a horror movie and a love story at the same time, a mix of emotions that made Amy want to scream with excitement and arousal.
Dia jerked, suddenly, violently, trying to get away. Robin laughed aloud.
"That's it, that's my girl. Clean the little bit of shit out of Daddy's hole, use that pretty little tongue of yours, honey." He smiled mercilessly down at the crying child, her eyes squeezed shut, her body squirming in protest. "Look how good you're doing, Dia. You're a natural at eating ass, you little bitch. Oh, my bitch, my angel, my treasure. Daddy loves it."
His wife shuddered. Amy felt almost dizzy with arousal, as if it were something she was drunk on, even from afar. She was so turned on, knowing Dia was tasting her own dad's shit, from his own asshole, that she was barely able to wrap her mind around it. It was so wrong, but she didn't care. She couldn't care, not when every part of her seemed to be coming alive. Her heartbeat quickened, heat pooling in her groin, every nerve on fire, adrenaline coursing through her veins as her pupils dilated. This was an awakening. This was the birth of a new, improved version of her, one that understood her life would be more complete with this in it. Amy had never felt this alive. Her cunt was clenching around her thumb, her other hand squeezing her own asscheeks as she watched her husband's thick, round ass cheeks flex with every movement. She'd always liked his ass, but watching her daughter's mouth on it, feeling it from the inside, that was something else. The wetness of the eight year old's mouth as she gagged on Robin's balls, struggling to keep her mouth open properly, was music to Amy's ears, her pussy was begging for more as she watched the obscene sight before her.
He popped his balls out of her mouth and, gripping his cheeks, spread himself nice and wide once more for his beloved daughter. Dia's attempted protests started again. Robin sank down onto her face, and Amy could see the moment this time where shit hit her daughter's tongue, the girl's eyes going wide before she started to gag. The sound was obscene in all the best ways, and Amy felt her own asshole twitch, imagining, briefly, what it might be like to make the little girl eat her ass, too. Dia was so cute, her jaws forced wide, her tongue sliding over the ring of mostly clean skin, her nose buried in his butt. The poor girl's eyes were watering as she tried to pull away, her tongue moving against his hole. Knowing whatever tiny bit of shit must be in there was in so deep it wasn't visible had Amy pressing her thumb down hard onto her clit, her mind racing. Dia must have been deep in her daddy's asshole, really getting in there to clean it out for him. She was such a good, obedient baby girl. Oh, she was crying, she was saying she didn't want it, but Amy knew her little girl. Deep down, Dia had always wanted her dad to be happy, and now she was making him very, very happy.
"Lick it all out. Lick me nice and deep, get every inch of me clean, sweetie. Be a good girl for Daddy. You want Daddy to feel good, don't you? You want Daddy to be happy?" Robin asked, adding softly, "I work so hard for you. I work so hard making sure you live a good life. I don't ask for much. Just get your tongue in there - like that, yeah," he sighed, shuddering as Dia's tongue rutted into his hole, "just keep going. I wanna feel you lick every part of my hole, baby. Daddy works so hard for you. Don't you want to make him feel good?"
Amy marveled at how he got their darling daughter to comply. Somehow that hint of guilting was enough to have the child, despite her obvious disgust, continue working her tongue against him. Dia was naked as the day she was born, her flat chest rising and falling with her breath, her bald pussy lips gleaming with drops of the cold sweat that covered the little girl. She was so small underneath her father. She looked so young, young, small and fuckable, labia pink and plump, just begging to be spread wide open. Amy's hand grew slicker with her wetness as she thought of her husband's cock sliding into their little girl, stretching her out, making her a woman in the worst way. The mother bit her bottom lip, her teeth sinking into the soft flesh as she watched her daughter's tongue disappear into Robin's asshole. She was doing such a good job, even though she was crying. It was like Dia was born to do this, to be degraded and to make her daddy feel good, to serve him.
"I wish I'd eaten more," he said lowly, "so I could shit in your mouth, baby girl. Fuck, that'd make Daddy feel so good. But I can't, so you just have to eat Daddy's asshole out instead, like a good baby."
Amy's mind short-circuited at the thought of her husband forcing their eight year old daughter to do something so vile and degrading. Robin was the sexiest man alive.
His wife moaned aloud. Her husband looked over his shoulder, eyes locking with hers through the hole in the door. For a moment, neither spoke. He was still atop their daughter's face, hole spread wide, the eight year old's tongue buried in his ass. His dick was rock-hard, standing straight up, smearing pre-cum onto the headboard with every thrust of his hips. The little girl's hazel eyes were wide with fear and confusion, her body writhing and bucking beneath him, trying to escape, to get away from this monstrosity of a man. Yet she was also obedient to him, loyally eating his ass out, even when her tongue was tasting his shit. She was trapped and compliant, and it was the hottest thing Amy had ever seen. Somehow he had tamed their daughter. He had made her into someone who would be good, even if only in the bedroom. Robin's abilities never ceased to astound and amaze. Fuck, she was happy she'd married him.
"Come here," he said, his voice low and inviting, smiling. "You're missing out on the best part. Come here and take a load off with your little girl, honey."
Amy felt like she was in a dream. It was devastating to Dia, but she didn't find that to be a turn-off. On the contrary, it seemed to make every inch of the woman's body come alive, every nerve alight with desire and raw want. The last time she'd been this turned on was when she was eleven and had first raped a five year old. A childlike sense of wonder and joy seemed to overtake her, and Amy no longer felt any of the aches and pains of her job or the tiredness of the day, simply a dark need. She stepped into the room, her legs wobbling from excitement. She hadn't seen Robin this happy and satisfied since they'd first started dating, and the sight of their daughter's mouth on his ass closer up was like nothing she could have ever imagined. Nothing could compare to the reality of her own family in such a depraved act. Robin was sexy as always mid-rape, with his dark hair and glittering eyes, firm muscle ensuring he called all the shots. Dia was pretty in a way she usually wasn't, her pale skin and bald, smooth pussy drawing Amy to her like a magnet. Her own cunt was begging for attention, her thumb still circling her clit, but she knew she had to save herself for later. This was a moment to share. Their sexy eight year old daughter was in front of her, naked, humiliated, and being used. She didn't want to miss a second of it.
"Dia, let Mommy touch you," Robin commanded, rolling his eyes as the girl squirmed when Amy stroked her thigh. "Come on, now. Eight is old enough to be brave. You're a big girl."
The woman felt up her daughter eagerly, her hand moving from her thigh up to her smooth, bald pussy. Dia's cunt was still prepubescent and undeveloped, a tiny slit surrounded by plump, puffy pussy lips that hadn't started to grow hair yet. It was so innocent, so perfect. Amy's own hand felt strange against the child's skin, but she didn't stop, not even when the girl began to whine. This was a good kind of strange, like the first time she'd fucked another woman or when she had tried wine for the first time. Pulse racing, the woman licked her lips, marveling at how perfectly Robin had captured and subdued the girl for them to use and abuse. She stroked the soft, bare mound, feeling the heat from her daughter's body as she watched Robin's balls slap against Dia's cheeks. It was strange, watching her husband like this, seeing him so openly enjoying his own child's mouth on his asshole. Robin had never been into children before. The idea was still quite new to Amy; normally, Robin was only interested in rape if it was a woman, preferably a MILF. This was a completely different part of him that his wife hadn't known about, likely, she suspected, because he himself hadn't known about it. Now that he'd discovered this sexual desire of his, she couldn't look away, couldn't tear herself away from the sight of her little girl being used like this. It was like a dark, forbidden fruit that she hadn't known she'd craved.
Oh, Amy had always enjoyed little boys. She liked getting them alone and riding their small cocks, especially when they didn't want it, their faces a mix of terror and fascination as she used their tiny, slender cocks for her own pleasure. She had adored subduing unruly boys and choking them as she rode them until they went from bratty to obedient ever since she'd first thought of the idea. Raping women was fun, too. They could fit so much in them, from strap-ons to fists to baseball bats, and Amy derived incredible joy from torturing their breasts. But watching Robin with Dia was something else entirely. It was like watching a master chef at work, the way he manipulated the girl's body, the way he praised and degraded her in turn as he forced her to clean his hole. It was a beautiful, twisted art form, and Amy found herself eager to join in. For the first time in her life, she wanted to fuck a little girl. She stepped closer to the bed, her own pussy pulsing with desire as she watched her daughter's tongue disappear into Robin's ass, his cheeks clenched around her face.
The woman stripped in quick, effective movements. Back when she and Robin had ran around raping women together, Amy had learned how to undress and redress in a matter of seconds. Fuck, it had been too long, she decided, since the last time that they'd ruined a woman's life together. In many ways, seeing her husband dominating someone like this felt like coming home. This felt right. Forcibly spreading Dia's legs, Amy spread her own and shifted as she sat down, then lay down, bringing herself into a position where their cunts could touch. The idea of scissoring her daughter had her moving without realizing it. Just the concept was making her breathing come a little faster. Eagerly, the woman slid closer, her own pussy pressing against her baby girl's, feeling the heat and wetness that was building between her daughter's legs. The poor girl had never been touched like this before, had never had anything, even her own fingers inside her. Yet it was clear that even in her fear and distress, she was reacting to the situation. Her only child's pussy grew warmer against Amy's, instinctively responding to the pressure of an adult woman's body against hers. Dia was only eight years old, but she was a hot little thing, and her parents had always known it, even if they hadn't wanted to admit it to themselves.
"Look at Daddy's cock," Amy said, praising the trembling child. "It's so big and hard, and it's all for you, baby. You're going to make it feel so good. And you're going to make me feel good, too, by letting Mommy rub her pussy all against you, okay? You make me so wet. You're so good for Mommy. Such a good girl. Mommy's so proud of you for helping your Daddy like this. You're ready to help Mommy, too. My big girl, my strong girl, my sexy bitch-girl."
Dia's eyes grew even wider. Her heart raced at the same time that her stomach twisted. Never in her life had she thought that anything like this would happen. Even when Dia had been repeatedly forced to service her dad two or three times a week for the past two months, she'd always hoped, deep down, that her mom might see this and stop it. The idea of her actively participating felt like hitting rock bottom only to have it give out underneath her. She wanted to look, but couldn't, not with her father's body blocking her view. Still she could, to her own horror, feel the close-trimmed hairs of her mother's mound tickling her inner thighs. She'd never so much as thought of anything like this before. Dia hadn't known two girls could do naked things together. She'd never felt any kind of attraction to another girl, let alone felt this way about her mother. It was all wrong. Everything about this was disgusting, and she couldn't move, couldn't do anything but let it happen. Her mouth was still full of her dad's asshole, the taste of him making her feel sick. On top of that, the eight year old felt her mother's wetness, her heat, and it was like a part of her was responding even though she didn't want to. Dia squirmed as warmth and wetness seemed to pool inside her, in her abdomen, down where she usually peed from. That whole part of her was more sensitive now, translating every movement into pleasant tingles that traveled throughout her body.
It was confusing, terrifying, and worst of all, both of her parents seemed to be enjoying it. The two adults used her mouth and pussy, their grunts and moans mixing with Dia's muffled cries. Her tongue was tired, her jaw was sore, but she kept going, desperately trying to please her father. She didn't want him to be mad at her. She didn't want to disappoint him. So she licked, she sucked, she did everything she could to make him happy, even though she didn't understand why he liked it. Dia also wanted, despite everything, for her mom to like her. All her life, she'd wanted to be pretty and blonde like her beautiful mom, to be poised and elegant like her. Although she didn't know what to do to make the woman feel good, she didn't fight her or try to stop her. Her mother's wet pussy rubbing against hers made Dia feel filthy, soiled forever, and she flinched, but there was nothing she could do to convince the woman to stop. She could only let it happen, let her own mother use her like some kind of toy. Dia didn't know what to feel, disgusted by it while also a little bit happy at the idea of making her mom feel good. If only her mom could have asked her to do something else, anything else! It was all so confusing. The eight year old didn't want to be a part of a threesome with her own parents, didn't want to enjoy it, but a treacherous part of her was starting to feel something she didn't recognize, a strange tension building in her stomach, a weird ache between her legs. It was like her body was betraying her, turning trapped against her will.
"Look, honey," Robin said, his voice low and seductive, "look how good Dia is doing. She's really taking to this. Maybe we should do this more often, huh?"
"We should," Amy agreed, sighing happily as she shifted her hips, grinding her pussy against her daughter's. "She's so wet for you, Rob. Dia loves eating her Daddy out so much."
"And I love having her eat me out. She knows how to tongue-fuck a man so well," he moaned, shifting atop his eight year old daughter's face. "I bet her pussy feels great against yours, too. When I'm done riding her face, you should take a turn. Sit on the little girl's face and let her clean you out while I rub my dick in those tiny folds."
Amy's eyes went wide, the idea even more thrilling than she could have anticipated. "Oh, God, yes," she breathed, stroking her clit harder. "I'd love to feel her tongue in my pussy - or in my ass, nice and deep, just like she's doing for you."
Robin chuckled, his body shuddering as Dia's tongue worked his hole. "That's the spirit," he said, leaning back and patting his wife's leg. "You're going to love it. Just remember, honey, she's a good girl, so let's not go too hard on her just yet. We've got plenty of time to teach her everything she needs to know."
Amy nodded, her hazel eyes half-lidded with lust as she watched her daughter's tiny frame squirm beneath her husband. She knew Dia was innocent, that she had no idea what was happening, and it was that innocence that made it all the more erotic. Something had been wrong with Amy since birth; never had she thought of someone's lack of guilt or prior experience as something that made her want to assault them less, or even made her find them less attractive in passing. Indeed, Dia had never looked so beautiful. She could see the little girl's chest heaving as she was forced to breathe around Robin's thick cock, her eyes watering as she struggled not to gag. It was a sight that made Amy's pussy quiver, and she grabbed ahold of one of Dia's legs to hold her in position as she rubbed their pussies together, feeling the slickness of her own cunt smearing onto her daughter's skin. The eight year old was wet, too, wetter than a child her age even should have been able to be, and it was clear she was responding to the situation, even though she didn't understand it. It was a heady feeling, knowing she was turning her little girl into a sex toy, making her do things that were so wrong. It felt so right, so incredibly right. They were destined to do this. They were meant to be doing this to their sexy baby girl.
Her husband got up, turned around, and squatted down on Dia's face again. Now his hole was over her mouth and pressed against her nose, while his balls rested on and in front of the eight year old's chin. Amy loved seeing her husband's erect cock like this. The man was rock-hard for his own daughter's rape. That was the man Amy had fallen for, the man she'd married, the monster she'd had a family with. He ordered Dia to keep eating his ass, and the child did, her tongue sliding into him again, even though she was crying harder than ever. Amy watched her daughter's face, the way her mouth stretched wide to try to make sure she could get her tongue to as much tender, eager flesh as possible, the way her cheeks hollowed as she tried to breathe around him. For all her usual bluster and bravado, Dia was a child who loved her parents. She knew that her little girl was terrified, knew that she was crying, but she also knew that deep down, Dia enjoyed making her daddy happy. The girl wasn't evil. Poorly-behaved, often, sure, but never beyond salvaging. Together, her parents would fix her. They would fuck her until she was the perfect child that they knew she could be.
Dia's skin felt hot against Amy's as her mother rubbed their pussies together, enjoying the softness and heat of the little girl's bare, unblemished skin. Her own cunt was wet and slick, and she could feel the beginnings of a powerful orgasm building, her clit swollen and begging to be touched. Yet, she had to wait, had to make this last, had to savor the moment. Her husband had found his own rhythm, his hips moving in time with their daughter's frantic tongue. Amy gripped the bed with one hand and her daughter's thigh with the other, grounding herself. As she began to rub up against the eight year old in smooth motions, she found it surprisingly easy to match her rhythm to her husband's. It was as if they were destined to do this, to fuck Dia together. The married couple moved in perfect harmony soon enough, Robin's ass grinding down onto Dia's face, his cock bobbing above her, while Amy's pussy shifted and rubbed against the girl's bald labia, her clit sliding along her daughter's slit. Every motion sent little waves of pleasure through the woman, the friction of her daughter's pussy lips contrasted with the slickness of the eight year old's involuntary arousal. Both parents shared a satisfied smirk as the moved in tandem, atop and beneath their only child. The room was filled with the sound of their panting and satisfied groans and moans.
With Robin in this position, it was easy for him to cut off Dia's breathing simply by shifting his weight. Whenever the eight year old's tongue faltered or she began to slow down, he simply did so, and the child resumed eating him out with all the intensity she could muster. Amy could tell he'd made her do this many times before. He'd trained her a bit. Knowing that her husband had been forcing their daughter to eat him out made the woman moan. Dia whimpered. Her hips ached from how her mom was rubbing against her, using her like some kind of strange living pillow to hump. She'd never moved her hips like this before, and her joints protested the same way her mouth had the first time her dad had made her eat his ass out. A part of her worried that her body might break entirely. The eight year old felt tears trickle down her face, despite having thought she'd run out of tears. Dia didn't dare complain, didn't dare even think about it, instead focusing on somehow getting these two to finish so they'd leave her alone. She wasn't sure how to accomplish that, but she had a feeling it was only going to get worse from here. Her parents were working together now. Dia had already been powerless against one of them; now, with the two of them using her, she was hopelessly, horribly outclassed and outgunned.
"Mm, that's right," Robin moaned, feeling the pressure build in his balls. "Keep going, keep going, baby girl. You're such a good girl for us. You're making both your parents so happy, Dia."
"Darling Dia," Amy sighed, not stopping in her relentless rutting against the eight year old's bald cunt, "my sweet angel. You make Mommy and Daddy feel so good. Move your hips for me, sweetie, be good to me, just like you're good to your Daddy. Be our perfect girl."
When Dia failed to comply right away, her father leaned back, sealing his ass over her mouth and cutting off her air supply. Frantically, the child began to move her hips, forcing herself to wiggle so her pussy would grind against her mother's wetter, bigger one. She had never pleasured a woman before, but she knew she had to obey her mom, or her dad would punish her. The eight year old moved as much as she could, feeling her mother's clit drag against her own, the sensation strange and overwhelming. Warmth pulsed through her, radiating inwards from her clit whenever it felt the good friction of her mother's much bigger one. Dia swallowed back panic as best as she could, even as her cheeks went pink with shame. It was as if her body was fighting against her, her cunt reacting in ways she didn't want it to. Everything inbetween her legs tingled wonderfully, the pleasure growing steadily despite how disgusting it felt to have her mom's private parts press against her own. Dia couldn't understand. She hated it, but her body seemed to love it, and she was afraid of what that meant. She thought, briefly, of what her dad had said when he'd first made her rim him. He'd said it was a result of stress, and that he needed it. Clearly her mom was stressed too. So why was her own body feeling like this? Was it stress? Was that what was happening?
Robin shifted so Dia could breathe again. Of course, he still rubbed his hole over her mouth, and still expected her tongue to work its magic. His long, thick cock was pulsing, his balls tightening as the eight year old continued to eat his ass like a pro. The little slut was doing such a good job, better than he could have ever imagined. He watched as her cheeks went red, her tongue darting in and out, licking his asshole like it was the only thing she was put on this Earth to do. That alone would've been enough for him, but even better, he got to see the way she moved against her mother. The eight year old was wiggled, shifting her hips to rub her pussy up against her mother's, the stimulation making Amy moan contentedly. Dia's bald crotch had gone from something for her mom to hump to being forced to work back and forth against her mom. She was pleasuring the same cunt that had given birth to her, making it wet by rubbing her cute little labia and clit against the woman's eager pussy. Robin locked eyes with his wife. They shared a smile as their little girl frantically tried to please them both, her face buried in her dad's ass, her cunt moving frantically against her mom's. The eight year old was like an entirely new child. Gone was the arrogance, the demanding nature, the refusal to listen. Today, they'd remade Dia into something and someone far better than she used to be.
This was a moment they would never forget, a moment that would define their relationship with their daughter forever.
Robin and Amy were entitled to her. By law, parents owned their child. They had created her. They were owed Dia, her mouth, her cunt, her skilled tongue and unskilled hips, all of her small, frail form. They had worked so hard to provide for their little girl. The two had kept their solo rape activities off of the police's radar in order to make it so that no one would disrupt Dia's perfect childhood. Their little girl had plenty of toys and a beautiful room and two parents who never fought. Both of them had put a lot of work into this marriage and this family. Surely they deserved a bit of rest and relaxation. And what could be better for a father than having his ass eaten out by a small, hot mouth? What could be better for a mother than scissoring a child's wet, warm pussy, than feeling her clit rub against her only child's? If they weren't meant to fuck her, then why did fucking her feel so good? Why did she comply so quickly and easily, if it wasn't her destiny to service them? Robin and Amy felt, strongly, that they were meant to be doing this. They were meant to fuck Dia, to force her to eat ass and scissor against a cunt, to submit, to obey, to serve. The little girl was a perfect size for their needs. She was small enough to easily subdue, but old enough for her mouth and pussy to feel good. She was old enough to take instructions, too, while remaining prepubescent and adorable.
Both pedophile parents continued using their daughter at the same time, their actions growing more brazen as they reveled in the power they held over her. Dia's tiny hips jerked and rolled as her mother's insistent rubbing grew more intense, her clit swollen and sensitive as it dragged against the woman's wetness. The poor girl's mouth was forced to continue working on her father's asshole, her tongue sliding in and out of his tight, puckered hole. Uselessly, her hands, tied up by the headboards, clenched and unclenched as tears rolled down her cheeks. Robin's own hands were busy, playing with his cock, stroking it in time with his daughter's forced ministrations.
"Oh, fuck, that's it," Amy gasped, moving faster against her daughter, relishing the feel of her daughter's small button-sized clit rubbing against her own. "Move your hips, be good for Mommy. Be good for Mommy and Daddy, sweetheart, make us feel good. Don't you want us to feel good?"
"She's wet," Robin pointed out, gazing down at his daughter's glistening pussy. "Dia likes it when Mommy rubs up against her kiddie cunt. Our sweet little slut, our sexy ass-eater, our scissor-princess. She love it when Mommy and Daddy play with her like this."
Amy chuckled, her breathing ragged as she picked up the pace, her clit grinding against Dia's. "Mm, yes," she agreed, "she's going to love it even more when we teach her to lick a pussy like Mommy's."
"And when we teach her to let Daddy fuck her thighs and come all over those pretty pussy lips," he agreed, making his wife moan aloud at the thought. "One day we'll have to have her eat your pussy out while I'm in your ass, or have her eat my ass while you blow me. Just you, me, and Dia, our darling bitch, thanking Mommy and Daddy with her naughty little mouth."
"Mm, yeah, yeah," she panted, grinding against Dia harder and faster as her husband talked. Amy's mind imagined all the scenarios he suggested, their cute, tiny eight year old daughter forced to lick and eat and take loads all over her kiddie cunt. "I wanna see you make her eat your shit, Rob! I want you to sit on her face and take a big, hot, steaming dump right in her mouth!"
"I want you to piss on her," he countered, grinning as his wife make a low, keening sound of arousal, her orgasm quickly approaching. "I want you to piss all over her face and flat little chest, make her wet underneath you and then make her lick your pussy clean, like a good girl. We'll make Dia our good girl, she'll be good for Mommy and Daddy, and she'll clean us both up with her sexy little tongue!"
"I'm coming," Amy gasped, gripping Dia hard and forcibly rubbing the girl's pussy against her own, "I'm coming, I'm coming, fuck! FUCK!"
Her orgasm was more intense than any she'd ever known. All the pleasure building in her seemed to hit a crescendo, enveloping all of her, her every sense overpowered by spikes of satisfying heat that felt incredible. The woman's hips bucked, heat building in her core until she was crying out and arching her back, her pussy spasming against her daughter's. Amy's mouth fell open as she let out a wanton sound of pure sexual gratification, every other thought driven out by the raw ecstasy of fucking a helpless eight year old. Dia felt warm, sticky fluid coat her cunt as her mother came, female ejaculate smearing all over her bald, pink pussy lips. Her mom rubbed against her happily throughout as she came, grinding through the aftershocks, moaning as if nothing had ever felt half as good. Indeed, nothing ever had. Her sexy, naughty eight year old daughter was being an obedient fucktoy for her. She was becoming her mommy's slut. That thought had Amy groaning, eyes shut, only ceasing her relentless grinding of her pussy against the unwilling child when she was completely spent. Her heart was pounding, her perky C-cup breasts heaving with her breathing as she lay back, basking in the afterglow.
Robin, meanwhile, had pushed his hole open so wide that Dia was genuinely afraid he might be about to shit in her mouth. Instead he bounced on her tongue, stroking his dick as his eight year old daughter, his precious baby girl, held her mouth open wide. She felt great underneath him, and he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge. Her tongue was doing such a good job that he couldn't hold back much longer. It didn't hurt that, as Amy pulled back, he could see his wife's cunt glistening with wetness from having fucked their only daughter and her medium-sized breasts, rosy-brown nipples hard with arousal. Dia's own pussy, despite her fear and pain, was growing wetter and more sensitive. It was wrong, so wrong, but she was trapped under her dad, her own mom below her, her mouth filled with his asshole, and she was powerless to stop the strange, sickening heat that was building in her belly. Somehow, without being able to see it, she knew her dad was looking at her private parts. Knowing him, he was probably enjoying it. Dia whimpered as her father moaned, taking in the sight of his wife and daughter's glistening cunts.
"Fucking wet for us, such a good girl," Amy murmured, gazing at her eight year old daughter's wet pussy. "Keep being good. Make Daddy come."
She didn't want to, but as her father bounced atop her, balls slapping her chin, hole against her mouth, Dia knew she had no choice. Feeling pathetic and small, the little girl could do nothing except comply, her tongue forced into his anus by his weight and his need. She felt his sphincter tighten around her tongue, felt him push down even harder, his cock bobbing as he grew closer to climax. His heavy balls shifted against her chin as he moved, using Dia as nothing more than an object to achieve his next climax, and, to her shame, she liked it. The eight year old's body loved it when her daddy came. Every time it seemed to enjoy it more, even, a thought that would keep her up tonight, she was sure. Dia blinked back tears. Her pussy was wet and flushed pink as her dad's ass ground down on her tongue, and she didn't know why. All she knew was that she didn't want him to stop. It felt good. It also felt awful, degrading, and she hated it. At the same time, however, this was her dad. She didn't want to disappoint him. She loved him, after all.
"Oh, fuck! Fuck! Daddy's going to come, Daddy's going to shoot his big load all over his little girl! Yes, yes! FUCK!" Robin cried out, jerking himself, and came.
His orgasms with her were always good, but now it was even better. With her pussy wet and defiled and his wife watching with hungry eyes as he made their daughter eat him out, Robin came, shooting ropes of cum all over his eight year old's body. It landed on her flat chest, on her sleek tummy, and dollops splattered over her wet pussy, mixing with what was already there. Dia felt the hot spurts hit her skin and she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to ignore the sticky mess. It was a futile effort, however, because Robin's moans as he came were turning her on, making her own pussy clench and throb. She didn't want to admit it, but it felt good to have her daddy's cum all over her, like some kind of sick, twisted reward for being a good girl. A part of her enjoyed the wetness her mom had smeared on her, too. Knowing her mom had felt so good she'd let out the girl equivalent of cum made the eight year old kind of want to reach down and rub at the place inbetween her legs. She didn't know why. Dia didn't really touch herself down there, even when it got tingly. Something about hearing both of her parents come undone had changed how she felt. For the first time, the girl felt a desire for something, someone, against her small clit and smooth pussy lips.
After Robin finished coming, jerking his dick so his eight year old daughter's body was smeared with his cum, he got off of her face. As he usually did, he got a washcloth to wipe her face off, and a bucket for her to spit some mouthwash out into when she was done swishing it. Then he smiled, gazing down at her pussy. Amy's gaze was locked on it, too, on the wet, flushed labia inbetween the eight year old's legs, so pink and eager, so ready to be used. He reached for her, stroking her pussy lips, marveling at them. They were sinfully soft. The wetness there that betrayed her true feelings excited him, but more than that, it pleased him. Deep down, he'd always known his daughter was capable of being good and obedient. He was right. She got off on being good for them. Dia needed strong leadership and commands by adults who knew how to guide her towards becoming a better, more disciplined, more focused, more composed person. Robin had been doing a good job of that on his own. Now that his wife had joined in, he was sure that they would be able to completely turn their sweet daughter's life around. Amy met his brown eyes with her hazel ones, smiling back at him warmly and easily. She understood everything that he did. They both knew what their daughter needed. And they were going to give it to her.
"I think it's time," her daddy said sweetly, "for us to show you what happens to good girls who behave, now that you know what happens to bad girls who don't."
"Then you'll know what to look forward to whenever you finish making us feel good," her mommy explained, voice cheerful, "so you can think of that when you get a little intimidated by being the helper for two grown-ups. We know you can do it, Dia. You're our sweet darling girl. We believe in you."
Dia felt her stomach twist unpleasantly even as her dad stroked her clit, swallowing back a groan and a wave of nausea. "You mean you're going to do this again? Both of you, at the same time?"
"Of course," they said as one, and she wanted to scream in horror, in disgust, in violent objection to these people who she used to think would never hurt her.
Her dad rubbed her clit between two fingers, and all that came out was a moan instead.