Cute Part 2. I lay on my bed, tired from the previous evening, but feeling elated from my first real sexual experience of the night before. I shut my eyes and remembered Juliette's lithe young body pressed against me, her tight juicy pussy squeezing my hard cock. I begin to harden under my jeans, and pulled a small briefcase from under my bed. I flipped the combination "696 969", not really understanding what a 69 was, but knowing that it was appropriate! The case opened, and I removed a plastic bag from inside. I'd collected this batch of 'dirty' pictures and magazines over the previous year or two. It had started with a few Swedish "Private" magazines that I'd bought from an older guy at school, then been added to by a stash of books that we found in a nearby dump. At the top was an envelope of pictures taken from the Sunday paper advertising sections, from clothes catalogues, and various other papers, books, and magazines. I laid out some of the pictures, and begin to masturbate. I gazed at the first picture, ripped out from a copy of "Rolling Stone". It was of a fourteen year old German singer, 'Nena', looking girlishly horny in a tight-fitting little black dress, her long legs slightly parted as she pouted for the camera. Her lovely short brown hair stopped short of her shoulders, and little bangs of hair covered her forehead, some curling over her eyes. To its right was a photography taken from a kitchen-fittings catalogue. A pretty blonde woman was pouring coffee, her back to the photographer, dressed in a towel robe the just reached below her buttocks. Facing her was one of her daughters, aged maybe 15, with long strawberry-blonde hair tied up with a length of pink ribbon. The young girl was reaching up for a carton of corn-flakes, stood on tip- toes, and pulling up the hem of a short, baby-blue night-shirt. Little slits on the night-shirts sides ran up to her waist, just exposing a pair of tight frilly panties. My eyes fell to some photographs I'd taken from my Mum's album. The first showed my youngest cousin, Michaela, at my own little sister's eighth birthday party. Michaela couldn't have been much over six at the time, and I felt bad for fantasizing about the winsome little girl. She wore a frilly pale green party-dress, with bunched shoulders that left her arms bare, tight around her torso, and a cute flounced frilly skirt that started at her waist and finished at the top of her baby-girl thighs. Her short legs were covered in white cotton tights or stockings, her feet clad in a pair of petite pink school-girl shoes. She smiled at the camera, her little platinum-blonde pony-tail falling to one side of her face, hugged by a teddy-bear she held against her cheek. As I enjoyed sordid thoughts of these four girls naked in bed with me, playing with my genitals, and each others, I pulled a book from the plastic bag. The book, bound in a nondescript cardboard cover, said simply "Violated" and was one of my finds at the dump. When I first read it, I was partly disturbed at its contents, despite having read a multitude of pornographic stories in soft-porn magazines. However, on subsequent readings, I started to find the tale of sadism on a young, innocent, family to be a turn on. I turned to the first page, and begin to read. The book tells a fictional story of a family, attacked in the middle of the night by a gang of hoods. Having silently entered the husband and wife's bedroom they place chloroform-soaked pads against their faces, ensuring that they, at least temporarily, remain unconscious. After clearing the house of all apparent valuables, they realise that there's no jewellery amongst their stash and return to the couple. The husband is tightly bound, naked as he lays in bed, with clothes-line. The young, naked wife is dragged over to the small chair that sits by her dressing- table. They use more line to tie her body against the back of the chair, pulling the rope hard against her pert young breasts. Her free legs are pulled apart then lifted, bare under a short "teddy" nightie, so that they are widely parted, then tied in this position, one to each arm of the chair. One of the men leaves the room, carrying a bucket of cold water, and bringing the news that a young girl, presumably a daughter, lies asleep in the room next-door. Ignoring this for the moment, the man proceeds to pour half the water over the young woman, and the remainder over her husband. Both awake, and the woman starts screaming, before a hand is placed over her mouth. "Make any more noise, either of you, and the girl next-door gets our attention" says one of the men. Both remain silent as the man continues. "Now, where's your jewellery?" The husband speaks, his voice shaking with concern for his wife and family. "We...We don't have any.. It's all been sold... I promise.." "You expect us to believe that?" shouts the man. He removes a switch-blade from his jeans, wanders over to the wife, and holds the blade pointing downwards, the blunt side to her body, under the neck of the white nighty. With a single downward stroke, he slices through the thin silk material, splitting it to her navel, and allowing her breasts to bounce into view. "No more messing about. Tell us where it is!" "I m-m-mean it" stammers the husband. Our youngest s-s-son is ill, his medical b-b-bills were t-t-too much." "Well that's just not good enough!" yells the hood. With his hand, he pulls at the remainder of the women's nighty, tearing it from her supple body in a single movement. One of the men who'd tied up the husband moves forward. "Boss, can I have the bastard?" "Sure Tony. Enjoy yourself while I fuck his tarty wife!" The four men in the room start to undress, all but one sporting huge, stiff, pricks. The husband and wife look on in fear, unsure of what might follow, but fearing the worse. Their expectations are proved correct as the boss positions himself between the wifes spread-apart thighs, and with a single thrust drives himself into her warm exposed quim. She screams, hurting from the rude intrusion, but the cruel hoodlum is unconcerned, reaching to the dresser for a pair of panties, that he proceeds to push between the full pink lips of her mouth. As I read the book, I looked up at the 'kitchen' photograph. Gazing at the young blonde mother, I imagine it is her, tied to a chair in front of me, her lissome thighs spread for my pleasure. I allow my fingers to touch the inside of her thigh, moving them upwards towards her tightly stretched thin white panties. Her strawberry-blonde daughter moves behind me, and I feel the fifteen year old's arms circling my waist, as she pops the buttons on the fly of my Levis. My fingers press under the women's panties, and I push my fore-finger into her moist vagina, making her wiggle in embarrassment. Her daughter now has my trousers and underpants at my ankles and I step out of them, pushing another finger into the mother's cunt. "Sabina...What are you doing?" the mother asks, distressed. "Shut up Mummy, and let him do what he wants!" the captivating girl replies with a giggle. Moving to her Mama's side, she moves a hand between her own legs, stroking the inside of her soft pubescent thighs. Her hand moves up, to the hem of the little blue night-shirt, and raises it to fully expose the frilly white bikini panties. As she presses the fingers of her other hand against the clearly defined cleft of her labia, the little bimbo arches her back and emits a guttural sigh of lust. She raises her fingers to her pale pink lips, pouting like a little girl, then slips the tips of her fingers into her mouth. You imagine her panties dark from her moisture along the crease of her labia. "What have you done to make her like this?" sobs her mother. Removing the fingers from her mouth, the daughter replies "Mummy! I warned you didn't I!". The teenage blonde peels her panties down, revealing a thin blonde fuzz of pubic hair, then steps our of them. She brings them to her mummy's face, placing their damp crotch between the poor women's lips, and her own forefinger. With a push, she begins to stuff the cum-soaked cotton into her own mothers mouth until just the string of one waistband hangs down from her lips to her chin. "Fuck mummy for me Ian. Pretty Please?" As you savour the idea of the women's humiliation, you look at the book, still masturbating from your fantasies. The boss places his penis at the entrance to the wife's cunt, then with a single push, fills her with his nine inches of hard male flesh. The husband cries out at the cruel rape of his lovely wife, only to feel a pair of hands spreading the cheeks of his bottom. He sees in the dresser mirror a huge man, presumably Tony, positioning his cock, ready to impale him on it. "No....NO!" he shrieks, as Tony grabs his shoulders and pulls him hard. The huge, thick penis is even larger than that now inside his wife, and causes unbelievable agony as it tears through his virgin rectum. Tony is vigourous in thrusting forward and backwards, oblivious to the pain he is causing. Tony's face contorts as he reaches orgasm, and he fills the man's anus with his hot stinging ejaculate. The boss, turned on by the distress the husband's rape is causing his beautiful wife, also nears orgasm. "OK Slut... Unless you want me to let Tony add your daughter's ass to his conquests you'll do exactly as I ask. Understand?" The hog-tied woman nods her agreement vigourously, and her assailant pulls the panties from her mouth. "Right baby, this is the low-down. You're going to turn me on by saying obscene things about yourself. If they're dirty enough you might make me cum onto your tarty little face. Otherwise, well, otherwise we'll see how much better the young lady next door can do." The poor woman is dumbstruck from the horror of what is being done to her. "I thought you were going to co-operate bitch! Tony... get the girl!". "No...No.. I'll do what you say" sobs the woman, finding her voice. "Good girl! Now tell me what a slut you are!" "I'm a slut. I'm a tramp. I enjoy you fucking me.." sobs the woman. "You can do better than that! I want to hear the truth! You want to be raped, sodomised, you want to be spanked and whipped. You want to fuck your dog, and suck your daughter. Tony! Go and get her!" "NO! No.... I will...I'll do what you want, I am a slut and I wanted to be raped by you. I wanted to feel a huge cock, a cock too big for me, raping my pussy, while I'm slapped across the face. Push my slutty face to the floor, and I'll pull apart my buttocks and you can fuck my ass. Use a riding whip on my back while you fuck me.. I'll spread my legs and enjoy it as you pull out and my dog fucks me. I'll enjoy it, I'm a whore. I'll kiss my daughters sweet pussy, then you'll spank me again. Make me hurt but leave her alone." As these obscenities come from her sweet mouth, the boss ejaculates, spurting a wad of semen onto her cheek. As it drips down the side of her face a second string of cum hits the bridge of her nose, then a third shoots between her parted lips to land on her tongue. "Don't swallow!" orders the boss. On the dressing table sits a Polaroid camera. "Take dirty pictures of each other huh? I'd like a little momento for me and the boys. I'm going to take your photograph, and I want you to smile, and allow my cum to dribble from your lips. Do that and we'll go." The boss sits himself on the edge of the bed, pointing towards his captive. When the camera indicates that the flash is charged, he motions for her to start. "Smile baby. Make love to the camera, you've done it before I guess!" She pouts her lips as if to whistle, and blows, and a globule of semen dribbles out, the thick white cream leaving a glossy trail as it runs towards her chin. "Smile!" She raises the corners of her mouth, and parts her lips, little strings of cum stretching between them, and the boss presses the shutter button. "Hold that pose baby" he says, now surrounded by the other men, and shoots another frame. As the semen begins to drip from the women's face, landing as sticky strings on her firm young breasts, the men view the pictures as they develop. Both show just her face, smiling, and dripping with cum. "Tony.. Put one of these on the girl's pillow. The other we'll take with us! A word to anyone baby, and I copy this and push it through every mail-box in the street!" The men run from the house laughing, the couple destined to remain tied, until their daughter wakes up. As they reach the town limits the boss stops. "Tony... did you leave the picture for the girl to see?". There's no answer. "Shit! Where's Tony?" The other men shrug their shoulders, and continue walking, away from the scene of their crime. As I reached this, the end of the book's first chapter, I looked at the first picture, cute, pretty Nena, a dirty little bimbo, aching for my cum. Wanking furiously, I climaxed, dripping my cum all over her horny little black dress, making the ink run. If only it were real, I contemplated, then remembering Juliette's letter, realised that it could be.