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xxx She didn't get to cry long before she was led into a nearby bedroom. The man threw her down on the bed and slapped her ass, hard. June let out a muffled shriek and began to sob even harder. "Now you cry your eyes out", he told her, "because when I come back, I don't want you crying! You hear me?"
June nodded. She felt so scared and sick and humiliated, she didn't think she could stop. On top of it all, she felt lonely. She wanted her mommy. The man slapped her ass again and stepped out, slamming the door behind him. June lay there and sobbed, great wracking sobs that shook her whole body. Eventually, though, she started to calm down. She didn't want to have the man or the woman slap her again.
As her sobs quieted, she heard moans from the living room. Bob and Linda were doing something out there, and they seemed to like it. Linda was yelling, "Yes, bury it! Yes!"
An hour or so passed before the door opened and Linda and Bob came in. Neither of them had any clothes on. June found her eyes drawn to Linda's chest, the way her nipples stuck out, like huge bumps. Her mother had bumps like that, but they were bigger.
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Linda had her camera, and took more pictures. At the same time, Bob ran his hands over June's legs again. She felt the same excitement, fluttering in her tummy and between her legs. Bob put his hand up there, between her legs, and June felt the excitement grow. Suddenly he took it away and pulled her shorts down and off, leaving only her white cotton panties. Those he removed too. He licked one finger and ran it over the crack of her tiny slit, sending tiny shivers of excitement through her.
Linda pushed him out of the way and got up on the bed, spreading June's legs. June watched the woman lower her mouth to her tiny slit, felt her spread it open. June felt her woman's tongue slip inside, and the sensation was unlike anything she'd ever felt. She squirmed and moaned a little.
"Sensitive bitch", Bob noted. He pulled June's t-shirt up and began to suck at her tiny pink nipples, which were by now quite erect and hard. June felt another shiver of delight run through her eleven year old body as Bob's lips sucked at one nipple and stroked the other. At the same time, Linda's tongue was making her sensitive middle grow hot and wet. She began to squirm more, enjoying this for the first time.
Bob began to kiss down her belly, licking at her navel and then kissing her soft, slender neck. Each kiss, each dart of Linda's tongue, made June grow hotter and wetter. She was moaning loudly now, feeling dizzy and excited at the same time.
Suddenly Bob twisted on nipple and the excitement crashed over her. She felt her middle contract, and hot wetness oozed out. She felt Linda lick her juices as they flowed, giggling the whole time. "She's ready", Linda announced, stepping back.
Bob got between June's spread legs, his hands on either side of her ribs with his thing pointed down, just above her slit. She suddenly realized he was going to put it in her, and panicked. It would never fit!
She felt the head of his cock press against her slit, pushing hard. At first, it felt good, but then as he slid it in, it started to hurt. The farther he pushed, the more it hurt. June tried to get away, but he was too far in now. She felt something inside her stretch, and the pain got worse.
When the pain was its worst and tears were streaming down her cheeks, June felt the thing inside her give way and Bob pushed, hard, into the rest of her. June's entire body spasmed with pain as Bob buried himself and pulled out, then buried it again. He was grinning and loving it. June cried, too exhausted to sob. Bob pounded harder, faster, making it burn and hurt worse than before. All of a sudden he stopped, reared up, and slammed down on her, and deep inside her young body she could feel him spilling his warm white goo. It was the last thing June felt before she passed out.
When she came to later, she found she was tied firmly to a tree, her mouth still gagged. She wore nothing but her tennis sneakers; her t-shirt and shorts were gone. It was starting to get dark, too. She struggled to get free, the ropes cutting into her tender flesh as she fought them. Slowly, they began to give, and she was able to wriggle away. It took a long time, however, and by the time she was free, it was already dark. Sobbing with fear and shame, she made her way through the dark woods, trying to get her bearings.
She kept expecting Bob or Linda to jump out at any moment and drag her back to the cabin for more hurting. Luckily, it didn't happen that way. She spotted lights through the trees and ran toward them. It was another cabin. An old man sat on the porch, smoking a pipe, while an old woman sat next to him, knitting. June ran toward them, screaming...
12:18 a.m. Saturday, May 8 "June, honey, wake up." June rolled over, blinking in her sleep. She saw Bill leaning over her, his face ashen with worry. "Honey?" "A nightmare", June croaked. Her throat felt terribly dry. "Just a nightmare..."