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Collected by Djian

Here's a sad little tale of insanity and humiliation. Unlike my first
story, Land of Rape and Honey, a short story about a kidnapping and
brutal rape, "The Other One" is a full length book with very little
violence. While neither of the lead females in the book are the least
bit willing participants, neither are they actually physically forced
to provide the services demanded of them. But surely coersion and
mental cruelty are just as powerful, if not more so, than simple
forced entry.

My ambition in writing this, was to produce a work that had something
to offend everyone. To that end, each chapter is quite different.
But unfortunately, I don't think the first one is by any means the
best, so I expect to lose most readers long before they get to my
personal faves. Ah well.

Anyway, enjoy the book. And if you have any feelings about it either
way, I would love to hear about it.

Sickman

The Other One
(Or, It’s a Miserable Life)


Part #2

"Now We Are Six"

(Another fine entry in the diary of Sickman)




Stephan Fraser was quite an enterprising young man. At 14, he owned a digital camcorder, 2 VCRs, 2 TVs, a Polaroid camera, a pool table, more pornography than Times Square, and a mini bike. He had a gross income of just under $4,000, two people on payroll, and a bankroll of over $5,800.

And he had created his little empire in just over two years. It had been a sunny afternoon in September, just weeks after his twelfth birthday, that Stephan had been coming home through The Path, looking forward to feasting his brain on the naked women in his collection of smutty magazines.

Stephan lived right next door to Oakdale Public School, where his father was principal, in an upper middle class suburb of a bedroom community of a large city. The school and his house backed onto a wide, shallow, wooded ravine that snaked through the neighbourhood for miles. This ravine was commonly referred to by the younger members of society as The Woods. An unimaginative name, but, since they were basically the only woods around, they all knew which woods were being referred to.

The City had built a wide walking path of timbers and gravel through the woods, primarily to give access to children living in the neighbourhood on the far side of The Woods. Equally literal, this was called The Path. Where the path was only a couple of hundred yards long, to get to the same place via the roads would have been over a mile. A stream, three or four feet across wound along the bottom of the ravine, and to facilitate passage, a wooden bridge had been constructed, some twenty feet long but never more than a few feet off the ground. Predictably, it was called The Bridge.

It was on The Bridge that Stephan encountered that day, Donny Dixon, his best friend’s little brother, and two of his friends. They had a little kid trapped on the bridge. One of them had her by a handful of her long dark hair and she was in tears. No surprise. Donnie was a bully. A nasty, little monkey faced bully, who got giddy joy out of tormenting anyone smaller than him. "Hey Donny, why don’t you let the kid go?" "Why don’t you mind your own fuckin’ business, Stephen?" "Donnie, you are such a dork!" "I know you are, but what am I?" There was no talking to the little jerk, so Stephan just pushed his way through ushering the bawling kid before him. Donny gave him a dirty look, but wasn’t about to mess with a guy who was three years older than him. But they were no sooner off The Bridge when Donny was cackling behind them, "She lives that way, Dufus.", so they had to cross back through the little gang of thugs. As Stephan walked her to safety, Donny cackled (most things Donny said were accompanied by a taunting cackle) Donny cackled, "I’ll just get her tomorrow." On the short walk to the edge of The Woods, Stephan learned that her name was Draudi, she had just moved here from Romania (she spoke very poor English), she was six years old, her parents were dead, and she lived with her aunt and uncle. Some vague idea was forming in Stephan’s skull. Perhaps they could sort of "help" each other.

Actually, "exploit" might have been a better word than "help", but at twelve, Stephan would have seen this as a subtle and unimportant distinction.

He offered to be her friend and told her he would walk her home after school the next day.

Back at the bridge, Stephan asked Donny if he wanted a dirty magazine, which of course he did. They arranged to meet at The Bridge at 7:30.

True to his word, Stephan was waiting for Draudi when she left school. He suggested they go to play in his tree house. Glad to have a friend, a white knight who had rescued her from her tormentors, she happily followed him to The Path. Now the woods up and down the ravine were a web of interconnecting trails worn by a thousand marauding BMXs. Leading Draudi down one of these, they came to Stephan’s back gate, a continuation of the six foot wood fence that surrounded the schoolyard. He unlocked it with a key. A few feet inside was a stand of tall cedars, and ten feet up was a well-built tree house. His dad had help him build it years ago. Inside was dank and gloomy, but Stephan lit a miner’s lantern and the place took on a cozy glow. He offered her a pop and asked if she wanted to see some dirty magazines. She did not understand. So he just brought them out proudly displaying his little stack of filth; a treasure he and Derrick, Donny’s brother, had traded, stolen, gambled for, and otherwise amassed. Draudi was astounded. She had no idea grown-ups did that sort of thing. She had never seen anyone naked but herself, and had no notion that boys had that thing…a "boner" she was taught. She was fascinated by the women’s "hooters", and their hairy "cunts", but what was really unbelievable was that men could put their boners inside there! That scared her. Then her friend wanted to see her "cunt". She didn’t want to, but he just kept saying it would be alright while he lifted her dress and pawing at her panties with the puppies on them. She knew this was not right, but she desperately wanted her friend to like her. She didn’t have any friends. He told her he would like her better if she let him see it, all the while he was pulling her panties off her skinny legs. She wanted him to like her better, so she lay biting her lip in nervous silence as he got down within inches of her little slit, bringing the lantern in close, studying his first real cunt. Sure she was only six, so it didn’t really count, but it was a cunt, none the less. Small. Pink. Puffy little pillows curving in to meet each other, hiding that most desired, contemplated, dreamt of treasure, her pink hole. Not a hair on it, of course. But even at twelve, Stephan had studied enough photos of naked women to know that he preferred his pussies shaved, so he really didn’t mind. Besides, who cared? It was a pussy! And he had dreamed of this so long that he was not about to complain.

For quite some time, he was contented just to study it. But he had to see inside, so he had her spread her legs. Wide. No, really wide.

Whoa! That made all the difference! Closed, it had been really neat. Beautiful, fascinating, inviting, awing. But it was still plainly just a child’s pussy. It lacked the features of the full-grown cunts he was used to. He couldn’t see that ridge or those flaps – "piss-flaps" Derrick called them – so, impressed though he’d been, he was all too aware that this was not a real cunt. Then she spread her legs and holy shit! It was a real cunt! There was that ridge and the little flaps and, best of all, the hole. All laid out for him like a banquet before a starving man. The ridge was just a bit smaller than the women in his pictures. The piss-flaps were very small, but there, none the less. But all of it, the puffy pillows to the miniature piss-flaps was all just decoration for The Hole. The tiny secret chasm. A path into a dark crevice, winding out of site, drawing him, beckoning him in, leading into the depths of a pink paradise.

That moment may have changed both their lives. For, at a single glance, Stephan realized that while the girl was only a six year old kid, her pussy was ageless. Small, of course, but it looked big enough for his barely developed little pecker. And there was nothing "not real" about it. It was a fully-functional, warm, welcoming pink tube of made-for-cock girl-meat and that was what mattered, not the age, looks, or willingness of the girl that carried it. And in that same moment, he made up his mind that he was going to fuck her. Soon.

Stephan just stared in mute awe for quite some time. Then, as if drawn by an invisible string, his hand reached out almost of its own volition and touched it.

She started in surprise and scuttled away from him. Then she wanted to go.

Well, it was okay for the first time,

"But tomorrow you’ll do that."

he told her, pointing to a picture of a lady with really big hooters with a boner in her mouth.

Draudi didn’t say so, but she didn’t think she would do that.

After locking the tree-house behind him he walked her home. "I’ll get you." Donny threatened Draudi on the bridge, but Stephan gave him a conspiratorial wink and nod as he passed.

The next day they again went to look at the magazines. Then her friend started stripping off his pants and Draudi got scared. "I don vant to", she complained. "But I want you to.", he argued. "No." "But that’s what girls are for. See…"

and he waved a magazine in her face. She couldn’t deny it, seeing it in the magazine, but why had her mother never told her?

"I vant to leave now.", and she started for the door.

"Don’t you want to be my friend?" She did. She really did, and worse, she needed him for protection. She stopped on the top of the ladder looked at his boner, much smaller than the ones in the pictures. "If you’re my friend, you’ll suck my cock". Oh, it was awful! She didn’t want to put that thing in her mouth, but … but…she didn’t have any friends and… She came hesitantly back inside. "If a girl wants to be a boy’s friend, she has to suck his cock.", he explained as if everyone knew this. "Just try kissing it". She was so much shorter than him that she only had to bend slightly to put it in her little mouth like in the pictures. It got harder. And harder. Until it was a little pink spike. But she kept her mouth on it, because her friend wanted her to.

Holy Fuck! Stephan thought he would die from pleasure. That warm, wet little mouth dancing up and down his boner felt outrageous! He had never dreamed it could be so much better than jacking off. And he kind of like that he was making her do it against her will. And then he pulled her hair out of the way so he could watch her little mouth envelop his dick and bang! He started coming. No sperm or anything, he was too young for that, but he’d been jerking himself to orgasm for some time, and this girl’s mouth got him off like a shot.

But then he held her head and started pushing it on and off his boner and when it went deep into her mouth it made her choke and cough. And she got scared, pulled away and ran to the ladder, tears streaming down her face.

As she made her way down, he asked again,

"Don’t you want to be my friend?".

No, she sniffled to herself. No. Not if he was going to make her do that. She didn’t like doing that. It wasn’t very nice at all. As she ran down the trails to The path, Stephan followed a discreet distance behind, ducking into some bushes on the crest of the little hill leading down to The Bridge, eager to see Donny in action. She was almost at The Bridge with no sign of Donny, and Stephan was already planning what he would do to the little shit if he let him down, when three kids on BMXs came screaming like demons down the far hill at breakneck speed. Ronnie and the second kid rode across the bridge sending their prey flying off the path in mortal terror. They circled, calling "Get her! Get her!", and, laughing at their great sport, charged the petrified child. Seeing the third kid blocked her way on the bridge, she ran to the creek and tried to jump it. Not a chance.

She landed in the shallows on the far side, sinking to her knees in the cold muck. Her momentum made her fall forward until she caught herself on the far bank. The kid on The Bridge launched over the rail to land just in front of her and grabbed her by the hair holding her down so she was bent at the waist. Then, so thoroughly their helpless victim, she did the only thing possible. She cried. So loud that Stephan could hear her from his hiding place.

Pathetic really. Stephan even felt sort of sorry for her.

Sort of.

"Hold her!".

Donny came up behind her cackling like a mad man, his cruel nature in a blood-frenzy. He grabbed a long stick and started poking at her butt as she flailed her arms about trying to stop him.

"Get her hands, man! Get her hands!" which were quickly neutralized. Then he used the stick to flip her skirt up to bare her little ass to the world.

"Hmm. She shouldn’t have left so quick", mused Stephan, "she forgot her panties".

The child was hysterical, wailing in terror and humiliation.

Donny started trying to poke the rough wood into her tender little slit. That really made her crazy. It didn’t seem to want to go, so he gave it one good jab. And unwittingly deflowered the poor child most painfully! With filthy piece of maple dead-fall five feet long and a quarter inch thick at that end.

And holy shit did she scream! So loud that they decided that they better clear out before someone came.

With threats against telling anyone, they left her in the mud, blood smeared on her thighs.

Stephan intercepted them on their way out and gave them two bucks each.

Next day Stephan met her after school and asked if she wanted to try being his friend again. She looked doubtful, but then she saw Donny waiting half way across the field for her and she decided that letting Stephan put his boner in her mouth wasn’t so bad after all. He lead her to their little hideout and made her take off her clothes. She didn’t want to, and she cried, but she did it. Then he made her sit on a wooden crate and he played with her little slit, spreading it open and kissing it and licking, trying to imitate his magazines. She stopped crying then, because it didn’t hurt and wasn’t so scary. And it felt funny; but good funny, and she didn’t want him to stop. Then they switch places and she licked his boner until it got hard and she put it in her mouth. He didn’t force her today, so it wasn’t so bad, and he really seemed to like it when she ran her mouth up and down really fast. Then he suddenly gasped and grunted and she thought she’d hurt him. After that his Then he let her get dressed and walked her home. She thought about it all weekend, and decided that if that was what girls had to do to be a boy’s friend, then it wasn’t so bad. It was better than facing Donny. And she liked having a friend. On Monday, to get hard, Stephan rubbed her slit with oil, like in one of his magazines. He had always really liked that picture. Well she really liked that and begged him to rub more and more on. And even after he had stopped and made her blow him, she asked if he would do it some more. After that, Draudi enjoyed their games. She would race out of school and deek down the side trail to join Stephan in the fort and do what ever he demanded of her. And he had a lot of demands. He loved watching her play with herself, sticking her fingers inside like in the magazines. Then it was other things, - a pencil, a carrot, a pop bottle, a wiener – all sliding way up inside her little, oily slit. She liked it when he stuck things up there and would leave them there while she sucked his cock. It would have been a pedophile’s wet dream to see that raw wiener protruding from that childish, little, under-developed pussy while the little girl honked away at the lad’s cock, all the while fondling his balls and jerking him off like a veteran whore. He stuck things up her little bum, too. He borrowed his father’s Polaroid and took pictures of her to show his friends. He made her suck him off while he devoured the women in a newly acquired Hustler. Sometimes, he even fucked her face like he had the first day. She still choked and gagged and hated it and even cried, sobbing in his cock as he used her. But she didn’t try to get away. She was resigned to the fact that she had no choice but to let him do whatever he wanted.

Five nights a week they met to play. He had stolen some school stationary from his dad’s desk and written a note to her Aunt and Uncle explaining that she would be staying after school each night for remedial tutoring and help with her English.

Within a month he was fucking her, his just-pubescent little cock a very snug fit for her baby’s vagina. And oh, did he love that. Hard to believe, but it felt even better than when she sucked him off. That first impression had been right; a cunt is a cunt; once he was inside it, his cock didn’t know or care how old its owner was.

They quickly learned that it didn’t hurt her, and in fact it felt pretty good, if he spent a long time rubbing oil in her hole first.

The days started getting colder, so he stapled plastic on the window and absconded with his father’s propane camping heater and they kept on fucking. He found a mattress in someone’s trash and Derrick helped him stuff it up into the fort. He drilled a hole in one of the boards on the wall so he could jamb a carrot in it and she could ride it while she sucked his dick.

Draudi never came. Mostly because she did not know she could and Stephan did not think it important enough even to mention, let alone work at. But it was all so new to him that, at least for the first few months, he did actually put a little effort into her pleasure as well. Not much – his pleasure was what they were there for – but a little. Which was all she had known so it seemed like ecstasy. But all good things must come to an end. And for Draudi, who Fate had destined (with Stephan’s help) to live her entire life as a broken, cock-whipped whore, the end of the most enjoyable sex she would ever have, came a few weeks before her seventh birthday. Stephan’s friends had been giving him an increasingly hard time about his fucking a six-year-old. They pretended it was some high moral ideal, but in fact it was a combination of missing him and sheer envy of his little sex slave. Derrick was hounding him to share the wealth. Finally, when he offered to pay Stephan twenty bucks, Stephan gave in. Hell, twenty bucks? Stephan might have been horny, but he wasn’t stupid. They paid Donny ten bucks to play along, and the next day Stephan laid the ground work by explaining that he was not seeing enough of his other friends. The following day, Derrick was with Stephan when she came out of school. The foreboding started as soon as she realized that they were still going to the tree fort. "Derrick is my best friend, and he is going to play with us today.", and the two boys started getting undressed. "But I don’t vant to" the child complained. She felt intimidated by the two big boys who were preparing to use her. She was also jealous of this competing friend. "Why not? Don’t you want to be Derrick’s friend?" There was something noticeably colder about Stephan with his friend there. She looked at Derrick’s cock, (much bigger and hairier than Stephan’s and shaped differently, more rounder, more like a snake), and tried to imagine him sticking that inside her. Her knees pressed together and her tiny vagina clenched defensively. She shook her head. "Okay…," said Stephan, "but I can’t play with you every day if you don’t want to be friends with Derrick." She did not say a word, just looked sullen, rejected, determined. "Well, just get undressed and suck me off, then." He had never talked to her that way, and it scared her. She didn’t want to do it in front of a stranger. And she could feel that this was not them having sex, but him using her. Why was he being so mean? She wanted to run away, but his friendship was too important to her. "Well…?" Tears flowed as she started undressing. Stephan towered over her, arms crossed, trading smug grins with Derrick. She looked at the floor sniffling in humiliation. When she wore nothing but panties, she stopped, but he insisted that that they wanted to see her cunt, so the two boys soon had a naked little girl standing before them, tears leaking down her cheeks as they studied her. No breasts. No curves. No pubic hair. But she had a pussy, and was under their control. That was al that mattered. "So? Suck me off, cunt.", he ordered to impress his friend. He had never called her that, and it cut her deeply. Sobbing, she bent towards his cock, taking it in her hand and contemplating it from inches away as she tried make herself put it in her mouth; to overcome the humiliation of sucking his cock on command in front of a stranger. "Please," she begged, "I don’t vant to…", hoping for a reprieve. "What? Don’t you want to be my friend, now?" Oh yes! She did want to be his friend. He was the only friend she had and she was desperate to have a friend. So she did it. Miserable, the child put his cock in her mouth and started sucking. He made her perform like a trained dog, putting her through her paces; licking his balls, sucking him while she fucked first her finger, then a Coke® bottle. When he had had his climax, he asked one last time if she would "play" with Derrick. She refused. Disgusted, he started dressing with out a word. She followed his lead and they all left in a deafening silence. Ronny and his crew were playing marbles in the school playground at the entrance to The Path when the three passed. At the far side of The Woods, Stephan left the traumatized girl with only, "I may be busy tomorrow". She fretted about it all night and all the next day. What if he stopped being her friend? And what about Donny if Stephan didn’t come? He did not come. She waited for half an hour, then left, dejected. The Schoolyard was empty. Desolate. She thought she would take the roads home to avoid The Path and Donny, but when she rounded the school, guess who was waiting in the parking lot, as if he knew that today, for the first time in two months, she would be walking home unescorted. She ran back around the school And he did not seem to follow. In the middle of the empty playing field, feeling horribly vulnerable out in the open, she heard that chilling, dreaded sound; Donny’s cackling laughter. A panicked glance over her shoulder confirmed the little girl’s worst fears. Three BMXs pounding across the open veldt in a line, bearing three young hooligans wide-eyed with blood lust. Their prey bolted in utter, desperate fear. The woods seemed a kilometer away to the terrified child, though they were, in fact, less than fifty meters. She could hear their laughter and yelling coming up fast behind her but did not dare waste the time to look. Making it to the woods, she ran onto one of the side paths but the bare late-November brush gave no cover. The three boys wheeled over the web of rough trails, flushing Draudi away from The Path into the privacy of the lonely, cold woods. They caught her in a small oxbow of the stream. The water was too far for her to jump, and she was too exhausted to try. She merely fell to her knees in helpless surrender, bawling in fear. The boys fell on her. They yanked her to her feet and pulled her clothes off until she stood without a stitch on in the brisk air, not feeling the cold she was so pumped with fear. Farther up the hill, Stephan and Derrick maneuvered into position to watch the sport that was to follow. Derrick braced his dad’s camcorder on a tree to steady the telephoto shot: A bawling child, naked and helplessly alone in the cold woods with her tormentors. She was a pathetic sight. And the fiends loved it! Her panties were stuffed into her mouth and while his two friends held her, Donny started spanking her hard with his gloved hand. She wailed into the gag, so that one of the guys clapped his hand over her mouth to further suppress the noise. Over and over he gleefully smacked her tiny bum, all the while telling her she was ugly and stupid and a foreigner. Stephan slipped a hand into his fly to re-arrange his hardened dick, but decided to leave it there. When his arm was tired, Donny told his friends to let her go. She collapsed in tears on the mucky ground. He produced a plastic baggie full of dew worms and threw them in her lap. "Eat." He ordered, and she looked at the bag without comprehension. "Eat them or I’ll spank you even harder and make you go home with no clothes on." She did not move. "Do it!" and he slapped her face. Not hard, he had been warned against bruising her. And he slapped her again. And again and again and again, until she was so distraught that she picked up the bag, stuck her tiny hand into the writhing mass and stuffed one of the disgusting things in her mouth without thinking. "Ooo!", came the chorus, everyone as disgusted as she was. Smack. "More." Bawling pathetically, the miserable child stuffed a whole hand full of the horrid things into her little mouth, utterly repulsed by the taste and feel, and completely humiliated by the boys who laughed at her self-abasement. A few of the worms were half in and half out of her mouth. Donny told her to leave them. The worms squirmed on her tongue and down her chin. Donny ordered her to open her mouth so they could all see her seething mouthful. Worms crawled out of the little girl’s mouth. Stephan had an orgasm. Donny grabbed her chin and forced her to bite a number of worms in half. The halves still in her mouth went nuts, writhing hideously. Draudi panicked, expelling the foul things with a tortured cry. A moment later, her head was tipped back and held and a kitchen funnel was produced and forced into her mouth. In turn , each boy unzipped and pissed into the funnel. At first she refused to swallow, letting it overflow her little lips, but Donny pinched her nose so that she was forced to drink the horrid stuff in order to breathe. Only after the last kid had emptied his bladder down her throat and all over her face, did Derrick hand Stephan the camcorder and go to "rescue the child". He yelled at his brother and his mates, who quickly mounted up and rode off. He ran to the traumatized girl and she clung to him for protection. Gallantly, he wrapped the dirty, pissy child in his coat, and carried her and her clothes to the fort "to clean her up" Luckily, the heater in the fort was already on for some reason, and it was nice and warm inside. Equally fortuitous, there happened to be an old pot in the woods by the gate full of water. He brought this in and heated it, while hugging and consoling her. He carefully cleaned all the mud and piss off her, spending far too long cleaning her little slit. She knew what he wanted. He took his cock out and started stroking it while he fingered her little hole. He was telling her how pretty she was, and how mean his brother was, and how he hoped he would be around to protect her the next time, too, and boy, his cock sure was hard, and wasn’t she lucky that he had come by when he did. But somehow, his cock kept coming closer and closer to her face. At first she did not notice, but soon his thick boner, far larger than Stephan’s, was hanging over her face, bobbing inches from her nose. The last thing she wanted was to have to suck this boy’s boner . She had been through a horrible experience, and in some dim way, she knew she was being conned. But when the cock started pushing at her closed lips, at first gently and then more insistently, she was just too emotionally beaten to resist. She let him fuck her face. But imagine her surprise when, as he came, his thing pumped her mouth full of warm goo. Stephan’s did not do that, and she did not like it. And did not seem right that he was all happy and smiling while she choked and coughed, half drowning on his cum. Then he walked her home. She was not at all surprised when both Stephan and Derrick were waiting for her after school the next day. And standing a ways beyond them, Donny and his pals also waited. She obediently followed her "friends’ to the fort and let them use her. And she was quite aware that she was being used. Where the times before, with Stephan, it had been a mutual (if unbalanced) sexual exchange between friends, this was clearly her being forced to do as they demanded lest they let Derrick’s rabid cur of a brother at her. Where before she had been allowed to believe that she was Stephan’s friend and was giving herself freely, the façade had been dropped and she knew she was now his sex-slave and he was using her like a whore. A six-year-old may not know the words "whore" or "sex-slave", and certainly can not express their meaning, but she knows when she is one. She knows when she is being degraded by being made to suck cock against her will, by being shared like a toy, by being ordered about because she and they know she has no choice but to do what they demand. They did not make the poor child do anything she had not done before except suck off Derrick while Stephan fucked her, but she cried through most of it anyway. A week later, a guy named Nick came with them. She knew better than to complain but obediently sucked his cock. The next day it was someone named Larry and the day after that Nick was back with a guy named Ski. Stephan never let any of them fuck her, her pussy was all his, but she had to suck the cock of any guy that would give Stephan five dollars. Draudi spent the afternoon of her seventh birthday with four boys watching Stephan fuck her little cunt, after which she sucked each of their cocks. It was the only birthday party she got.



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