An icy, stinging wind belted through the catacombs as the surf pounded the rocks outside.

Nobody came to the cave anymore. It was partially obscured from the lookout above by a fringe of tangled brush. From a passing boat it appeared as a minor dent in the cliff face. Inconspicuous. That suited the Man. He didn't want any more trouble.

The Man and the girl remained in the cave until night descended. Sensing her discomfort with the cold, the Man wrapped his arms around the six-year-old and reached into her panties for comfort. He rubbed her vagina, which was smooth and tart tasting; it moistened beneath his fingers, producing an inviting scent of musk and piss. He licked his fingers and closed his eyes to savor.

For several hours the ocean filled the cave with its irrational anger. The Man picked the frightened child up and carried her further back into the cave where he'd buried the Bad Children long ago. They were safe in the ground now beneath several old mattresses and three feet of sand.

The Man wrapped Joan in the folds of an old potato sack and sat her on his lap. He lifted her cream dress and rubbed his long erection against her puffy-lipped child-twat, licking her neck and shoulders, prodding her tiny clit with the head. The child responded in kind. She nuzzled against the Man and opened her thighs wantonly, giving him greater access to her fuck-holes. She knew he'd want it inside there again tonight. Just as she knew he'd make her feel good again.

The wind screamed its wrath until dawn. It whipped the ocean into white shale and carried light debris towards the cave, dumping it at the entrance.

Off in the corner, Joan gripped the Man's hand as she lay on her belly, her bottom raised to receive the Man's cock. He licked her there first; he licked her where she wiped herself. It had made her feel funny at first, a little dizzy even. It even made her feel like going, too, but the funny feeling passed and then she felt the tingling. The Man touched her pee-pee as he kissed and tongued her bottom. It made her smile and it made her forget the cold. The Man's tongue wriggled around inside her bottom like a worm for a very long time.

An hour later, the Man's penis hovered at the entrance to the child's shit-hole. The head pressed into her flesh, testing her interest. Then he pushed.

Joan moaned quietly as the penis traveled up her colon. She experienced a sharp pain inside. She gasped, stiffening. The Man stopped pushing, sensing her unease. He waited. Waited for the pain to pass. The wind hollered loudly as he waited. The ocean intensified its assault on the coastline, breaking rock.

The Man reached down and touched the stretched lining of the girl's rectum. There was an inch of thick cock stuffed inside it; that meant six inches to go. Joan screwed her face up as the pain returned, scolding her like fire. She squeezed the Man's hand. He squeezed back. She hurt. The cock inside her was big and thick. It felt like it was getting bigger. It hurt more every time she tried to move. It made her want to go......(cont)