Chapter 4 Perfect Fit

"What's rape?" Kyrie frowns nervously.

"My favorite game! Lay down, and I'll show you."

Elle lays Kyrie on her back and pulls her legs apart, cock throbbing hard again. She pulls her shirt over her head, unclips her bra and tosses it aside. She sighs with satisfaction as her breasts fall free.

"Why are you getting naked...?" Kyrie mumbles.

"It's more comfortable," Elle smiles. "And it helps some girls to have something in their mouth." She coaxes a fresh bead of precum onto Kyrie's pussy lips, then gently presses the oversized head of her cock against Kyrie's entrance.

"Helps?" Kyrie gasps, wide-eyed. "Ahh, no! No, you don't have to show me, I get it. I-I don't want to play. Can we... Can we play something else?" Kyrie tries to stay calm. "Please?"

"Don't worry, it's easy." Elle pries open Kyrie's knees and folds them up. "All you have to do is stay still, and quiet as you can. Ready?"

"No!" Kyrie gapes in fear at Elle's cock straining to push between her legs. "W-Wait, just don't - mmrph!"

Elle clamps a hand down on Kyrie's mouth and shoves her hips down hard. She bites her lip, eyes fluttering as she feels Kyrie's little cherry being torn apart. Kyrie screams into Elle's hand, convulsing as her precious child virginity is pulverized. Elle pulls out far enough to admire the glistening red streak on her shaft for a moment, then begins mercilessly pounding into Kyrie's pussy.

"Take it, take it," Elle chants in a low singsong voice. "Take it deeper..."

Each stroke reaches a tiny bit further inside until their hips connect. Elle's balls are so massive that with every thrust a thunderous slap rocks Kyrie's tiny little body.

"Fuck, that's tight!" Elle whispers angrily. "You like having your cunny stretched, you little whore? Hm? Little baby whore!"

Kyrie tries to shake her head no, crying and shrieking uncontrollably.

"Yes you do," Elle mutters. "You love it. You're taking the whole thing! Underage pussy like oiled velvet, cherry freshly popped. You're a natural cock slut, Kyrie. We're a perfect fit, don't you think? I really am the answer to your prayers! Fuck! I love this tight, immature virgin cunny! Child pussy is just too sweet... Even after pumping a load in your throat, I still have to pace myself! Don't worry. I won't cum too soon. I always ride my little baby sluts long and hard when I break them in."

Elle slows her thrusts slightly and transitions to deep power fucking. She gradually pulls out halfway, then quickly drives deep. She leans up and grips Kyrie's hips in both hands, slamming Kyrie's delicate little body into her cock with each forceful penetration. She admires the subtle tummy bulge her fat cock produces, breasts bouncing heavily with each impact.

"S... St..." Kyrie mumbles incoherently between sobs, too exhausted to scream anymore. "Stop... Please..."

"Oh, no no no," Elle shakes her head. "We can't stop now. Your cunny wants to be deflowered properly, Kyrie. You have to take it like the good little slut you are."

"No..." Kyrie whimpers.

"Yes you do!" Elle slaps Kyrie in the face impatiently. "You'll see, whore. I'll have you begging for my cock! Tight little fucking cunt... Huh. Listen to the naughty noises your cunny is making, you're soaked. That means you love it, how wet you are. This is your fault, anyway. You made me hard by looking so slutty. Those adorable pink lips, that round little bubble ass, nipples poking that wispy little dress! What did you expect me to do? You were asking for it! Which reminds me, let's get the rest of your clothes off."

Elle drives deep, leans forward and pulls Kyrie's shirt up over her head. Kyrie stares blankly into space, arms flopping limply as her shirt is yanked off. Her face is still a sloppy mess of tears, saliva, and cum. Elle tosses the shirt aside, then peels off Kyrie's pink socks.

"Still there?" Elle frowns. "Don't go anywhere, Kyrie. Pay attention!"

She pinches one of Kyrie's nipples and twists, making Kyrie shriek and snap out of her daze. A spurt of her honey coats Elle's cock.

"Ooh, you liked that," Elle giggles. She pats Kyrie's cheek. "Maybe a little too much? Don't cum too many times Kyrie, it's obscene! Be a polite girl and contain yourself. If you don't, it only proves that you deserve this."

Kyrie's body shudders with orgasm time after time. She sobs and cries, only to run out of tears. She blacks out, only to be awoken by a sharp twist of her nipple, a slap on the cheek, a mean bite on her neck, or an angry pinch of her clit.

"Feel that?" Elle gleefully runs her teeth along Kyrie's shoulder and toys with her nub. "That's your magic slut button. Opens you right up. Stay with me, baby. Stay right here with your guardian angel Elle, okay?"

Kyrie whimpers an unintelligible reply, wracked with mind-numbing pleasure and pain. Elle gives her no rest, either undulating and grinding their hips together to reshape Kyrie's insides with her cock, thrusting fast enough to loudly slap her balls against Kyrie's ass, or angrily pounding Kyrie down into the bed, knees lifted in a deep mating press.

"Fuck! I think your cunny is ready for its first load!" Elle pants, pressure rising in her balls. "Is that what you want, hm? To be filled up with cum?"

"No!" Kyrie cries out. "No, no, no!"

"Yes it is!" Elle snaps angrily. "Beg for my cum! I will rape you all night if I have to. Beg!"

"P-Please!" Kyrie whines desperately. "Please, please! I'll be good, please!"

"Please cum!" Elle growls impatiently. "Say it!"

"Please cum!"

"Please cum inside me!" Elle grabs Kyrie's hips tight and fucks her hard and fast.

"Please cum inside me!" Kyrie gasps, back arched up off the bed as her body is pounded back and forth.

"Breed with my tight pink virgin child cunny!" Elle slams her cock inside as deep and hard as she can, over and over.

"Buh...," Kyrie squeaks, mind hazy, eyes fading. "Breed... pink... cuh... cunny..."

"Yes!" Elle hisses and slaps her face again. "You little baby slut! I'm... cumming! Fuck, I love popping virgin child pussy! Take my cum, Kyrie! Take it!"

Elle grinds their hips together as her cock plants a flood of seed deep in Kyrie's garden. She massages the cum into Kyrie's womb with her thumbs, pressing in a circular motion on either side of Kyrie's tummy bulge, which grows subtly bigger and more puffy with each thick burst. Elle's gigantic balls contract, tighten and pump Kyrie completely full. When she finally pulls out, a creamy torrent gushes forth from between Kyrie's legs onto the sheets. Elle keeps stroking her cock and paints Kyrie's tummy, chest, nipples and chin with her last bursts.

"Fuck..." Elle sighs and sinks back on her knees. "You sure can take a cock, Kyrie. Good girl. Heh, I told you rape is fun. You're not a virgin anymore. How does it feel?"

Kyrie gazes wordlessly at the ceiling, mouth hanging open slightly as the fresh cum all over her body starts to cool. She listens to her breath gradually slowing down. It sounds so loud and crisp, for some reason. In, out. In, out. The sounds, the smells, the aftertaste of Elle's cock and cum and the air in the room. It's dark, but she can see as easily if it were the middle of the day. She isn't crying anymore, she realizes she doesn't even feel sad. She doesn't feel happy. She doesn't feel good or bad, she doesn't feel anything. And most strangely, her mind is utterly silent and calm. Not a single thought befalls her, just ever slower serenity as her chest rises and falls, rises and falls.

"I don't know," she whispers. "I didn't like that game."