Breaker

This story involves potentially non-consensual sexual acts involving an individual of indeterminate age!!! If you read it and hate me, it\'s your own fault for ignoring the warning.

Yes, I am a sick, twisted person. No, I don\'t care.

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She stalked into the bedroom on a moonless night with vicious intent. She woke him violently, pulling on his long hair and kissing him fiercely, forcing his mouth open to her assault even before he was awake enough to comprehend. The other that had followed her into the room hung back, awaiting her order. She finished off the kiss and tore the covers off his body, pulled him upright and told him to strip.

The other moved to the bed and helped the small boy untangle his clothing, kissing his bare flesh as it was exposed, nibbling and licking until the boy was whimpering from the touches. He kissed him on the mouth, caressing the soft lips with his tongue and encouraging him to return the passion. She had sat on the bed again, wearing only a T-shirt and waited for him to finish with the boy.

He slid his hands down the boy\'s body and gently toyed with his swelling erection, then turned him toward the woman. She kissed him again, more tenderly this time, letting their lips rest against each others in a gesture of love and passion. She ran her hands lovingly through his soft hair and bit lightly at his neck, sucking at the tender spot over the jugular. She bit down hard on his shoulder and he whined in pain as his skin split and the blood began to well against her mouth. She licked it, tasted his blood and then kissed the other, indicating that he should do the same.

The second bite was worse and the boy bit his own lip as the flesh tore against the others teeth. The blood trickled warm down his shoulder and chest and she dipped her fingers in it and made him lick them clean. She pushed him down to the bed on his back and draped herself across his shoulders, nuzzling against his new injury, licking and nibbling, alternating pain and pleasure.

She put the boy\'s arms above his head and held him down while the other gripped his ankles and spread his legs. The boy writhed at the unfamiliar sensation of exposure. He forced a finger into the boy\'s virgin ass with no warning and was rewarded with a sharp yelp. He moved the finger around, stretching the muscles and warming the boy\'s insides. Beneath the woman\'s restraint he wiggled and whimpered at the strange feelings the other man was creating. A second finger joined the first, more harshly this time and again a throb of pain radiated from his invaded entrance.

The woman suckled on the boy\'s wounded neck and then gestured to the other, he held out a free hand and she spit a mouthful of the boy\'s blood into it. He poured the blood down the boy\'s crotch and slid three crimson-stained fingers into the boy\'s anus, dipping in and out once before withdrawing completely. He stripped himself and settled between he boy\'s legs. He tipped the boy\'s hips up at an angle and rested his legs on his elbows, pressing his hardness against the smaller one\'s body.

The woman threw her whole weight against he boy\'s shoulders, completely restricting his motions. In one violent thrust the other buried his entire length in the boy\'s ass, splitting him open and eliciting a sharp shriek from him.

New blood began to soak the man\'s cock, lubricating him further, and he began to pump in and out of the bleeding body beneath him. He thrust forcefully and quickly, without any regard for the boy\'s comfort. Each of the small creature\'s low moans and whimpers of pain only seemed to drive him to pound into the boy harder, drawing more blood and agonized wails for him. The woman simply held him down, looming over him and staring into his eyes. Tears tracked their way down his pale cheeks and she licked at them. Even as he seemed to drift into the pain and his eyes glaze over the man would find some new way to tear him open inside and the fresh jolt would startle him back to reality.

The man was now slamming his hips into the boy\'s ass with enough force to bruise instantly, spattering the blood between the boy\'s legs and shaking his small frame. Now the woman turned away to watch the man, to watch the skin rip and the new blood drip across the boy\'s thighs and stomach. The man pulled free of the hot sheath and she ran her hand along his length, smearing the child\'s blood on her hand. She stroked the boy\'s lips gently, coating them with the crimson liquid before showing him her hand, delighting in the abject terror she caused.

Now the sharp ripping pain had given way to a constant throb and in the instant the boy thought they were done the man plunged his now clean, dry dick back into the child\'s ass. Fresh tears sprung into the boy\'s eyes, and the woman found she no longer had to pin him so harshly as he wasn\'t in the state to move. Wrists still held above his head, she rested her chin on his chest and watched the man finish with him

. He brought himself to the end and came to a climax with four jarring thrusts and a low groan, spilling himself inside the boy\'s battered body. He pulled free and leaned back on the bed, panting and recovering. The woman moved to him and lowered her mouth to his spent erection. With her fingers and tongue she cleaned him of blood and semen and sat back in satisfaction.

\"I thought you were going to make him do that,\" the man indicated the prone form on the bed.

\"He fainted,\" she shrugged, \" Go get me warm water and a soft towel,\" She waved a hand and the man exited to do her bidding.

She looked back at the boy. He lay with one hand dangling over the edge of the bed, his knees together and legs tipped to one side in a pool of his own blood. She thought it was incredible the amount of blood that could come from such a small thing and yet leave him alive. She moved to where he lay and leaned over him. His eyes were half-closed, glazed and staring fixedly at the ceiling and his breathing was labored and ragged. She ran a hand down his cheek and he whimpered.

\"They\'re always so beautiful when you break them...\" She mused to herself, then leaned over and kissed him tenderly. He responded, kissed her back and when she pulled away he was looking at her, into her frightfully kind eyes. The man had returned with a washcloth and water that smelled strongly of some medicine or antiseptic and began carefully cleaning the blood off the child\'s fair skin.

She looked back and watched the man for a second and when she turned again the boy was still watching only her, clinging as if she were his last thread of sanity and god forbid she break line of sight. She kissed him again, between the eyes and whispered comforts.

\"There there, my little one, it\'s all over now. Shush...\" He calmed and clung to her shirt, burying his face against her arm.

\"That\'s my pretty one..\" She murmured. \"You belong to me now, are you happy?\"

She held him tighter and ran light kissed along his jaw, her fingers softly stroking his short hair. His answer was almost inaudible.

\"Yes, madame...\"