PERFECT 2 – THE SWEET REWARD by Nikki

DISCLAIMER: The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote any unlawful activity such as is depicted in the story. By continuing to read this work you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character that they are depicting but they remain at all times adults. The following is fiction. The content of the story is not representative of the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. All Rights Reserved © 2023 LITTLESALLY666.

STORY CODES: Lesbianism, Incest, Scat, Blasphemy

CREATED: 19.07.2023 / WRITER: NIKKI

ABOUT NIKKI & HELENA: We are Nikki (42) and Helena (43), a married lesbian couple living in the Netherlands. Our fetish is blasphemy and sacrilege and in particular of the “Holy Blessed Fucking Virgin.” We are both raised as Catholics and really enjoy using, “Mary,” statuettes and crucifixes as our sex toys. We are proud members of COFA (Circle Of Female Authority). We have much more on our list, but that will come out when you chat with us. Most of the time it will be Nikki at the helm here.

CONTACT: For Nikki & Helena — [email protected]

CHARACTERS OF “PERFECT 2 — THE SWEET REWARD”

• Helena (42) – wife of Nikki and biological mother of Diana and Leah
• Nikki (41) – protagonist, a writer from LS666
• Diana (13) – older daughter of Helena
• Leah (8) – younger daughter of Helena

Perfect 2 — The Sweet Reward

It is a known fact that many abusers have abused themselves in their youth as well. Although for many that is a bad thing, and considered a cycle of evil, we think it is part of raising children up. Our girls experience lesbian sex and they become (in fact already are) lesbians. They get used and they use. They get abused and they will abuse.

But abuse has another effect, it will create the perfect sex slaves. It is one of the main reasons for Sexual Ritual Abuse (SRA). There is pain involved that will cause trauma, in young children (ideally). The trauma causes them to disassociate and compartmentalize their personality. The part in their mind where the abuse takes place becomes like a separate persona.

This is how we raise our little daughters. This way they are the perfect sex toys, and at the same time they function like any other child in everyday life.

It is just perfect!

When I met Helena, she was unknowingly already executing this principle. Yes, she did inflict pain on them sometimes for her own pleasure. The children were sort of disassociated from that and also knew there was always a reward afterward. Helena had taken their virginity at a way too early age. She told them that only this way they would be real women. She fingered their preteen pussies while sitting in a hot bathtub until the tiny hymen ruptured and left a pink cloud in the bath water.

Trauma was also inflicted on them by making them drink piss and taste their own and their mother’s feces. By the time I joined this lovely family and became Helena’s wife and the girls’ second mother, they were fully used to all of this. And they were just eleven and seven years old.

On this day the eldest, Diana, was out all day and our youngest, Leah was home with us. I noticed already that Helena was very horny. She was kissing me a lot and touching me (and herself all the time).

“I want to play,” she said, “No, I want you to play with Leah. I want you to hurt her.”

She said it with tremendous lust in her eyes. It aroused me immediately. It is such a turn-on to hear a mother say that she wants her child to be hurt, well to me it is anyway! I nodded and winked in affirmation to her.

“Leah, come, I want you to play with Mommy Nikki!”

The girl came with an innocent look in her eyes. But when she saw the look on her mother’s face she understood what was expected of her and that she would suffer a bit. But she did not scare away. Subconsciously she was yearning for the trauma and for the comfort afterward. It had become a place of safety. And that is what a child wants.

We went upstairs to the bedroom and got naked all three. Helena placed herself at the head end of the bed and sat with her back against the wall and some pillows behind her. She was ready for a little show.

I embraced the little nubile body of Leah and kissed her full on the mouth. Our young daughters are great kissers and Leah answered my kiss passionately. My hands were exploring her young body as I had done so often already. I felt her small tight butt and her perky tits or should I say: swollen areolas. Delicious! Now I moved my hand between her thighs. She had her skinny legs somewhat closed. I stopped kissing her, and looked her in the face.

“Spread your legs,” I told her, “You little bitch.”

She complied. I felt her preteen little snatch. It was wet. Mmmm, I pressed a finger inside and she answered with a moan.

“Little whore,” I said while I spit in her face.

“Thank you, Mommy,” she answered.

Meanwhile, Helena was masturbating her soaking wet cunt.

“Holy fucking Mary, fill me with lust,” I prayed.

I slapped Leah on the cheek hard. She looked at me with a shocked look for a second. Then something in her eyes changed, she snapped to her alter, her demonized sex slave personality.

“Thank you, Mommy,” she said, “Hit me harder please.”

I slapped her again, even harder. She rolled over on the bed.

Helena moaned, “Yes, hit her hard, ooh yes!”

Helena now handed me a crucifix that we have on the bedside table. We have many actually, this one was about seven inches long and a little less than an inch in thickness. I held it in front of Leah’s face.

“Spit on it!”

She did and cursed.

I threw Leah on her back and opened her legs wide. Then I pressed the tip of the long end of the crucifix against her eight-tear-old preteen cunt. I was determined to push the whole five-inch of the long end inside of her. It would be a lot to take for her small vagina.

“Fuck her with it,” Helena moaned.

I pressed the tip inside. Leah was moaning.

“Little bitch whore,” begged for it.

As the first two inches disappeared in the little cunt, Leah began cursing.

“Fuck, yes goddammit. Fuck me, goddammit!”

It is so arousing to hear the blasphemous language, especially from an eight-year-old with her legs spread wide and a crucifix up her cunt. Helena and I were looking most lustfully at each other. Both of us were rubbing our cunts.

I pushed the crucifix a bit deeper. Leah showed a sign of pain, but she tried to hide it. Good girl. I could feel the resistance while pressing forward. It was a lot to take for the tiny preteen cunt. And I was only halfway… I pressed a bit more.

“Ouch!” Leah screamed.

I slapped her hard on her face.

“Little bitch don’t scream. Fucking pedo-whore.”

I slapped her perky nipples as well … really hard. She moaned and tried to hold in her expressions of pain.

Helena had her first orgasm as she watched her daughter being abused. Splashes of her squirting cunt rained over Leah and me. I pushed the crucifix deeper. It must have reached her cervix now. I would penetrate it and enter her child’s womb. I rubbed my clit with one hand as I kept the pressure on the crucifix with my other hand.

“Ooh fucking Holy Virgin, this is so hot.”

I pushed a bit more and could see that Leah was biting her lip. As she was trying to push back, she pressed out a soft turd of shit on the bed. It made me more horny. I scooped up a bit and rubbed it on my cunt. Helena took a hand full of it and fingered it deep inside her own cunt. We so love each other’s shit!

Mona, the Goddess who brought us together once said, “Scat is the glue that holds Lesbian Females together.” It was certainly true for us.

I put more pressure on the crucifix and felt it suddenly move in at least half an inch. I must have opened the cervix.

Leah moaned loud and shouted, “Goddammit, fucking Mary whore!”

It is so arousing to hear her blaspheme. I rubbed my clit harder with the girl’s shit on my hand. And I pushed the crucifix in further, it was a bit easier now. Most of it had gone inside of her.

Leah was moaning and so was Helena from utter pleasure, I could tell she was edging towards the next orgasm. I stopped rubbing myself and put my hand on Leah’s throat with quite some pressure. She couldn’t breathe. At the same time, I pushed the crucifix all the way inside her womb until the horizontal part of the cross prevented me from going any deeper. While keeping her throat in a firm grip I placed my knee against the crucifix so that it could not slip out, and I began rubbing myself.

Leah’s face began to turn red.

“I could kill your daughter,” I said with lust to Helena.

“Ooh yes, go on … kill the little bitch,” she replied.

We were both quickly working towards our orgasms. We often fantasized about killing the girls. We wouldn’t do it for real, but the fantasy was arousing enough. Meanwhile, Leah was seriously gasping and getting dark red towards blue in the face. I felt on my knee that she was peeing.

“Goddammit, kill my daughter. Fucking kill her. Fuck, fuck, fuck …” Helena screamed out loud.

And she had an orgasm even more intense than before, whilst pushing Leah’s shit deep inside her soaking cunt and squirting massively. I too couldn’t hold and had a most intense orgasm, blaspheming the fucking holy Virgin’s eternal cunt.

Then I released the grip on the girl’s throat. She hardly moved and was gasping and faintly coughing, slowly regaining strength. I slowly pulled out the crucifix which was covered in slime.

As Leah came back she woke in her normal personality. She smiled at us.

“Have I been a good girl?”

“Yes, you have been the best girl we could wish. Let’s take a bath, and then we get you a huge ice cream!”

Leah smiled with joy, it was her sweet reward. Helena and I kissed each other on the mouth. We are such a happy and perfect family.

THE END?