Mr. Miller Lets me go
Introduction:
End of the Miller Rape Saga … ??
Iâm not sure how long Mr. Miller left me alone in that room. It was afternoon when he had finished fucking me, and I could see the sun starting to go down. In the time Iâd been alone Iâd gone from panting at the door wanting him to come back to crying on the bed ashamed of being used like I had been. I was so confused. Could Mr. Miller be right? Was I really just a nasty little slut who liked being raped? Was it even rape anymore? Iâd sucked his cock willingly and played with myself for him. I lay there feeling confused and crying and had just convinced myself that it was rape, that I didnât enjoy it when I heard someone moving around inside the house. I knew Mr. Miller was back.
As soon as I knew he was back I whimpered because my bald cunt started juicing up. Heâd be coming into the room soon, and heâd use me again and my body wanted it. I couldnât help it my hand slid down to my bald thirteen year old cunt and I started rubbing myself. I was laying there with a finger sliding in and out of my now dripping cunt thinking about what Mr. Miller would do when he unlocked and opened the door to my room. He just looked at me fingering myself and smiled. âYou are one damn hot little slut, just canât get enough can you?â I moaned on the bed spreading my legs automatically so he could see better and said. âNo sir.â He laughed and stroked his cock through the jeans he had on. âYou want this donât you slut, you want cock up in that wet little hole donât you?â I knew I had to answer so I did fast. âYes sir, I want cock in me.â His smile widened and I saw his dick get harder in his jeans but he didnât take it out. âStuff two more fingers up there cunt, you know you like it stretched.â Moaning I did as he said, it took three of my fingers to stretch me open like his cock or his dogâs. He smacked his lips as I pushed my little hand inside myself. âGo on slut, finish off, cum all over your nasty little hand while I watch.â He already knew it got me hot when he watched me, and I started pumping furiously shoving my hand in as far as it could go till I was moaning as I came all over myself.
Mr. Miller had continued to stroke his cock while I fingered myself, and it had grown its full ten inches hard. He had unbuttoned his jeans so the head peeked out but he didnât take it out. I lay there panting from my cum and he just said. âIf I let you out of this room you ainât gonna try and run off now are you?â I shook my head. âNo sir.â He nodded. âGood, cause Iâll hurt ya if you do. Come on slut, itâs chow time.â And he turned and left leaving the door open. So I followed him out and found the kitchen, there was a plate there with a sandwich and a glass of milk next to it. My stomach rumbled. I realized itâd been almost a full day since Mr. Miller had raped me in the cornfield, then brought me home to continue fucking. I was starving. Mr. Miller motioned to the sandwich. âSit down and eat cunt, and listen close while you do.â
While I ate Mr. Miller talked. âNow we gots a problem. Come tomorrow morning your paw expects you home. If you go home and tell him what happened, thatâs going to be bad.â He looked at me hard. âYou tell anyone and Iâm going to tell âem youâre lying. That I found you in my field with Duke all mounted up and you fucking him so hard I couldnât believe it. That I tried to help you but you just wanted to fuck the dog. And theyâll believe me, cause when they examine you theyâll know you fucked a dog.â I didnât know they couldnât tell, or that if they examined me theyâd find Mr. Millerâs cum all in me. I was scared. I nodded and he smiled. âThen Iâll find you and kill you. So⊠you want me to let you go and you promise not to say anything, or you want me to kill you after I fuck you tonight?â I was scared to death. I knew heâd do it, heâd already showed me that he didnât care about slapping me and hurting me. I shook my head. âI .. I wonât say anything.â I whispered. âGoodâ he said. âCause itâd be a shame to waste a nice little cunt like yours. Now get over here on the floor and show me your pretty little cunt slut.â
I got up and went to his side of the table then lay down on the floor. I was shaking, because part of me still wanted to deny that I loved doing this. I pulled my legs up and spread them, then reached down and spread my lips showing Mr. Miller my pink cunt still wet from my cum. He moaned. âGod you love showing me donât you?â I looked up at him. âYes sir, yes I love showing you my wet cunt.â He got up and went to the fridge, then came back with a cucumber which he sat on the floor next to me. He sat down and now he took his hard cock out and started stroking it. âI want to watch you fuck yourself with that slut. Take it and push it up in there.â Iâd already had my fingers, his cock and his dogâs cock inside me, and I was wet and wanting more. I didnât even think about it, I just picked up the vegetable and started working it into my little hole.
The cucumber wasnât as long as Mr. Miller but it was thicker and I felt my cunt stretching as I tried to work it in. I only got about an inch in as Mr. Miller sat staring down at me then I stopped. He stood up angry. âDid I say to stop slut!?â He leaned down and slapped my tits. âI want you to fuck that like it was my cock, all the way.â I whimpered. âItâs too big, it hurts.â He slapped my face hard, then pinched my erect tender nipples and slapped them. âIâll show you hurt cunt.â Then he reached down and took hold of the cucumber and shoved it all the way up my little hole. âYour cunt stretches slutâŠâ I screamed as it split me wider than Iâd been split before, and to my shame I came all over the cucumber as he raped me with it. Mr. Miller only laughed and got back in his chair to watch. âI ainât doing the work slut, fuck your nasty hole NOW!â
Crying in shame, and trembling from cumming I began to work the cucumber in and out of my cunt. I could feel myself stretching, my recently virgin hole being stretched wider and wider as I fucked myself with Mr. Miller watching and stroking his hard cock. âNasty slut âŠlove having your cunt filled donât ya?â I moaned and nodded, he looked like he was going to get up so I said quickly. âYes sir, I love it.â And fucked myself to another cum. I was so ashamed laying on his kitchen floor dripping cum over a vegetable and loving it. Mr. Miller stood up, slid his jeans off and took the cucumber out of me. He put it against my mouth. âLick it up cunt, just like my cock.â I lapped the cucumber, sucking off my cum and watching Mr. Miller who just smiled. âI love nasty little sluts like you.â He pulled me to my feet and pushed me over the kitchen table. âYou know what else stretches cunt?â I felt his cock pushing up against my tiny puckered ass. It was still sore from having a corncob shoved up it the previous night. After heâd done that heâd left my ass alone, but now I knew heâd just been waiting.
I whimpered and shook my head. Even the pressure of just his cockhead against my closed ass burned. âNo, not that it hurts⊠please.â I begged. He raised his hand and slapped my ass hard enough that I cried instantly. âGet used to it slut. Now reach back here and spread you ass open.â I whimpered and shook over the table, I just couldnât do it. I loved having his cock sliding into my tiny cunt, but this was going to hurt. Itâd passed out a long time after he raped my ass with the corn. He slapped my ass again and again, spanking me hard. âSpread your ass cunt, or Iâll really hurt you!â But no matter how hard he spanked me I just couldnât bring myself to spread my ass open for him. Then I felt his hands wrap around my little throat and he leaned over me whispering. âIf you donât spread your ass bitch Iâll choke the air out of you and fuck you while youâre unconscious.â His hands began to choke me and he moaned. âOh yeahâŠlittle girl canât get away. Iâll fuck your dead ass too slutâŠmakes me no difference. Spread it.â I felt my air supply getting choked off and for the first time since the cornfield I was really afraid. I reached back and took hold of my ass cheeks, spreading them open. He released my neck. âGood slut, good nasty whore.â
His cock head popped back against my tight asshole and he began rubbing it up and down. âDamn, itâs so tight and dry.â He leaned back and I heard him clear his throat, then felt a glob of spit land on my puckered ass. He pushed his cockhead back and I felt it slide in the spit, spread my ass open just a little and I whimpered. I was right it hurt. He pushed harder, and his head popped right into my ass. I screamed and he kept pushing but he couldnât get his cock any further in. âFuck ⊠youâre so tiny slut, so fucking tight. I gotta get in here.â He took his cock out and slapped my ass. âDonât fucking move.â I saw him walk to a cabinet and take out a bottle of cooking oil. He came back, and I felt the plastic tip of the bottle slide up my asshole. Then I felt it squirting all cold and greasy as he fed the oil up my asshole. I didnât mean to but I moaned, the feeling of having something shooting up inside my ass was astounding. Mr. Miller laughed. âSee cunt, youâre going to love it. Youâre going to love my cum shooting up your shitter.â
He took the bottle away and put his cock back at my ass, and this time when he shoved it popped in easy. With another shove I felt his balls hit my cunt, but I screamed and screamed. It was too big. His ten inch cock was splitting my tiny little ass open. âFuck youâre so tight cunt, so tiny ..I can barely fuck you lubed.â I was crying for real, screaming and trying to get away but I was impaled on his huge cock. He didnât let me get used to it either, he just started pounding away. âUggâŠIâm going to cum up your little ass quick, itâs so tight. Squeeze it slut, squeeze your ass for me.â He started spanking my ass as he rode it, and the oil made him slide in and out easy, the pain was from being stretched and soon I was cumming from the sensation of pain and pleasure he was giving me. It didnât take him but a few minutes and I felt hot cum spewing up my ass chute, he leaned over me panting. âAggghh, fucking slut âŠtake my cum âŠyeah..â He collapsed on top of me on the table, his cock still huge in my ass. He lay there for a long time breathing hard. I was so ashamed, I could feel oil and cum dripping down my legs and my ass was so sore, but as he lay there not moving I felt warm and wet again and I moved. He laughed in my ear. âYou want more slut? Take it, ride your ass on my cock.â Whimpering I moved and found I could, and knowing how nasty I was I pushed back and forth pumping his softening cock into my ass until I came again.
For the rest of the night Mr. Miller and his dog Duke took turns using my holes. By the morning Iâd had the dog in all three holes as well as Mr. Millerâs cock. I was dripping cum and stretched open, completely ruined. My little thirteen year old body had been fucked hard in every way Mr. Miller could think of for two whole days and nights. When I woke up he was in bed next to me, and filthy slut that I was becoming I was sucking his cock in my sleep. He laughed at me and pounded his cock down my throat, gagging me till he came. Then he got me my clothes, and told me to get the fuck home. He reminded me that if I told anyone what happened heâd kill me. But he also told me heâd see me again, and winked.
I didnât know it at the time, but Mr. Miller changed my life that weekend. He took an innocent thirteen year old and turned me into a raging cum slut. It wouldnât take me long to figure it out, and I would certainly see Mr. Miller again, but thatâs all another story.