Cernunnos unbolted the door to the cellar and climbed down the stairs into the gloom. It was now almost two days since Artio had abducted Holly and her preparation was all going to plan. Cernunnos grinned evilly as he crossed the bare concrete floor and looked down at the frightened little girl. Her skin was pale and her eyes red from crying. Pulling off his trousers Cernunnos freed his thickening prick. Slowly wanking his throbbing dick he brought it to full hardness. He stepped onto the mattress and knelt down over the 6 year old, placing his knees beneath her arms which were stretched cruelly by the chains bolted to the floor. Gripping his hard cock with one hand Cernunnos leaned forward and thrust the blunt tip against Holly's bruised lips. The 6 year old lay taking it, she was beyond resisting, her throat torn and swollen from the previous times he had raped her mouth. Grunting and snuffling like a pig, Cernunnos pounded deep into the little girl's throat, revelling in the tightness of it. The abused muscles fluttered on his raging hard-on drawing him closer to orgasm. Cernunnos lay down fully on top of the girl's face smothering her with his hairy belly as he ground into her gaping mouth. Time and time again he thrust, Holly's choked gurgles exciting his depraved soul. With a shout of triumph, Cernunnos began to pump his thick sperm down the little girl's throat. Thick gobs of his sperm filled Holly's throat choking her as he came. She struggled weakly beneath the heavy body. Finally, his climax over, Cernunnos lay with his deflating prick still gripped by Holly's tight throat. As the stiffness receded he tensed the muscles of his arse and began to piss. His dark yellow urine flowed, stinging Holly's torn throat as it filled her. The 6 year old writhed in fear and disgust beneath her tormentor, but had no choice but to swallow. Gulping down the steaming piss, Holly managed to drag some air into her straining lungs and stay just conscious. Choking, the little girl's face turned from red to blue and she lay, unmoving, beneath the large frame of Cernunnos. His bladder not quite empty, Cernunnos pulled his prick from the little girl's mouth and she gasped convulsively. Standing up, Cernunnos pointed his thick dick at Holly's face and loosed another stream of piss, the hot liquid splashing in her eyes and bubbling in her nose. Edging back he dribbled the last drops of his urine over Holly's bruised and scratched chest, stinging her, making her moan once more.
Cernunnos stared down at the abused little girl, satisfied that the destruction of her body and soul was proceeding according to plan. If she were to carry the world's corruption with her when she died she had to be totally corrupted. Stroking his insatiable prick once more, he leaned down and undid the chains on Holly's hands and feet. The little girl's eyes flickered slightly with hope and Cernunnos sniggered to himself; if she thought she was going to be set free she had another think coming! With practised ease he flipped the little girl over so that she was lying on her front. Smiling cruelly, Cernunnos re-attached the chains to Holly's wrists. He went to the wall of the cellar and picked up a metal chest. Going back to the little girl he lifted her up with one hand and slid the chest under her body so that she was lying over it. Holly groaned as the edges of the chest dug into her soft flesh. Fastening the leg chains back to their bolts, Cernunnos pulled them tight so that Holly's legs were pulled straight. Kneeling down on the mattress he edged between the 6 year olds thin legs. Giving his prick a couple more tugs for good measure Cernunnon's pushed forward, the purple glans spreading the taut cheeks of the little girl's bum. Thrusting harder the tip of his hard cock forced it's way into the arse of the little girl. Holly screamed out in pain at this new violation, her despair complete as her captor cruelly used her......(cont)
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This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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