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Emma stood in front of the large oak door.
The room before belonged to Sister Krone, the new adult who had just moved to the orphanage to help look after the children.
But Emma knew better than that, she knew the Sister's sole goal was to keep an eye on the main three. Her, Norman and Ray. The trio of geniuses who had managed to uncovered the true workings of this twisted place.
She breathed deeply to calm herself and stepped up to the door. She had been asked by Mama Isabella to come and make sure Sister Krone was getting comfortable in her new lodgings, and to help her unpack. She reached up with her small hand and knocked on the door.
"Coooome in" called the eccentric voice of the new lady.
Emma slowly opened the door and stepped inside. The heavy door closed itself behind her with a slight click; just subtly letting her mind know she was now stuck in here with this woman.
The room was mostly bare. In the middle of the room a single bed jutted out of from right wall. There was a short chest of drawers placed just next to it, with a small gas lamp on top; bathing the room in a dim orange glow. Her suitcase was sat neatly at the foot of the bed. Sister Krone was stood perfectly still with her back to Emma. She was about 6 foot tall, and the height difference between her and the 12 year old girl really was very unsettleing. But suddenly with no warning, she spun round with a flourish; her long maid dress fanning outward as she spun. She looked blankly at the small girl for a couple seconds and then her large lips parted into a truly unnerving smile. Grasped tightly within her arms was an old tatty child's doll with an unnaturally large head. The doll only added to Emma's unease about this strange mysterious lady. The doll's head hung limply backward and stared blankly at Emma; one of its eyes hung out of its socket, swinging in time to the motion of its owner
"It's about time you arrived..." Cooed the large lady. Her voice sounding sultry, yet excited. She started to dance around the room in unexpected joy, making great exaggerated motions, spinning this way and that; shaking around the raggedy old doll as if it was her lifelong dancing partner. She built up into such an aggressive pirouette that the doll suddenly went flying across the room. It smacked against the wall with a dull thud and then dropped to the floor, it’s arms had been torn clean off. Sister Krone looked down at the arms still grasped in her hands, shrugged and then dropped them unceremoniously to the ground.
After her little outburst, Sister Krone stood perfectly still and cocked her head the side, staring directly at Emma; though it felt like her gaze bore its way directly into Emma's soul. The tall woman began to take cartoonishly large strides across the room until she came to an abrupt halt, uncomfortably close to Emma; her looming shadow completely engulfing the usually spunky red-haired girl. Emma stared straight forward, trying her best not to show her discomfort at the ladies strange behaviour; but given the height difference she stared right at the large ladies waist.
Krone seemed to take some odd pleasure in this, shifting her weight between her feet, causing her hips to sway dramatically from one side to the other; the swing of her dress only exacerbating her movements. She then slowly started to walk circles around the frozen girl as if inspecting a new piece of cattle. Emma's mind was now racing in fear, to this lady she probably was no better than cattle.
*click*
Emma recognised the sound of the lock being turned behind her and her heart sank. Something wasn't right.
Her body suddenly tensed up to the shocking and unexpected feeling of a warm moist breath caressing her left ear. Sister had bent over 90 degrees behind her and whispered directly into her ear. This time her voice was soft and gentle, but still full utter contempt.
"Now my little darling, do you know why you're here?"
Emma was a bright lass, one of the top in the orphanage, so she had already realised the reason her mother had sent her in here was a lie. Sister's suitcase was already placed neatly at the end of her bed, most likely already unpacked and tidied away. Her unpredictable nature also showed that she was already comfortable here and ready to do her duty.
The large dark skinned woman stood to her full height and moved herself right up behind Emma's now trembling slender body.
Emma could feel the presence of the large lady pushing right up against her, engulfing her.
"You see it's been decided that you are too good to eat."
There it was. The confirmation Emma knew was there, but she truly didn't want.
"So instead... You're to be raised as a mother!" Krone practically screamed with excitement. Emma didn't know how to process that shocking information. Then Krone's voice dropped low and malicious "Oh this is going to be fun..."
Emma's mind was racing; her eyes struggled to focus in front of her, their erratic shifting giving away the young girl's terror.
She heard a rustling noise behind her head and then an unexpected heavy weight pressed down onto her left shoulder. It was heavy yet oddly soft. It also seemed to radiate an unnatural heat into Emma's neck and collar. Emma slowly turned her head to glimpse at what was touching her.
The long black thing just sat there, hanging over her tiny shoulder. It looked like the largest sausage she had ever seen; it was just so fat!
Emma freaked out and bolted forward, athletically spinning around to face Sister as she went. Sister Krone was stood before her, an unimaginably wicked smile was plastered across her face as she stood there, holding the hem of her dress up high; exposing her very adult crotch to the innocent under-aged girl.
Emma wasn't stupid, there were lots of boys here at Grace Fields orphanage, so she had seen many penises in her life as all the children got dressed in front of each other. But that was just it, they were child sized penises, even the older boys were barely an inch long. But this thing here, this monster, even unerect it hung halfway down her thigh; the thing was as thick as her arm!
"Oooh it feels so good to let it free!" Sister Krone said, struggling to get the words out through her enormous grin.
"Well as a Sister, it is my duty to assist you on the path to adulthood." She said sternly, trying to mask her ever-building excitement. Keeping her dress held high, she walked towards the small girl as she spoke, each sultry step swaying her monstrous cock from side to side.
Emma knew it was now or never; as Sister drew closer, Emma bolted past the giant lady and made for the door. In one smooth motion she shoved the spare key she had stolen earlier into the lock and turned it simultaneously with the door handle. She turned her shoulder into the door to burst it open and ... Thud! Emma slammed into the door and bounced off it. Crashing backwards onto the floor, landing onto her small pert buttocks.
Sister Krone began laughing violently. She began to dance and spin as before, but this time she kept her dress held high, showing the true weight of her cock as it swung in time to her motions.
Emma looked at the door in confusion and terror, she swore she got the right key, she knew it clicked unlocked, but then she looked up. Sat at the top of the door, far out of a child's reach, was a deadbolt. A solid chunk of steel, locking the door shut tight. Sister must have purposefully let the door lock click loudly so Emma wouldn't have heard the bolt slide across.
Emma began crying, it was all proving too much. She screamed for help.
"Oh quiet now dearie, Isabella has taken the kids on a lovely impromptu stroll around the woods. There is no-one for miles around. There is no-one coming to help you."
Krone grabbed the young girl by the bright red locks and dragged her kicking and screaming across the rough wood floor. Completely demonstrating the difference in strength between the two.
With one arm, she yanked on Emma's hair and lifted the girl into the air, before she came crashing down onto the creaky bed.
The huge lady then reached up behind her neck and unclasped the back of her dress. With just a couple buttons she undid her dress, letting gravity take it and slide down her curvy body, piling into a heap on the floor around her. With her naked form now exposed in front of such an innocent soul, she couldn't help but reach down and grab her cock in excitement.
She spoke rather sternly "Now now, if you don't let me do my duty, I may have to turn my attention to someone who is less mature than you. Someone who's body may be too fragile to hold up under the strain..."
Emma scrambled to sit up on the bed; she knew Krone wouldn't lie about that. Her threat was a well-placed one, knowing Emma's love and willingness to do anything it would take to protect everyone she lived with.
And now sat upright, the young girl could see first-hand the true power of the lady who was about to assault her. Sister Krone stood there fully naked apart from some thigh high stockings and the suspenders which wrapped around her waist, holding the stockings in place. Krone's dark skin highlighted every single bulge of muscle and sinew that flowed throughout her entire body. Her arms were thick and strong. Her core and abdominal muscles looked as if they had been chiselled from a Greek statue. Her thighs looked so thick and powerful it looked like she could crush stone between them. She must have gone through hell to craft her body into such a fine specimen.
Emma's mind was still spinning in shock, but even in fear, the brain of a genius can still absorb information as best as possible. Emma noticed a few things, firstly her breasts looked quite pert and firm, showing she wasn't as old as the stress on her face suggested; maybe mid-twenties. Secondly, her cock seemed to be a completely natural part of her body. But her insanely feminine curved hips showed that her body hadn't been subjected to the testosterone outputted by those gigantic testicles during her puberty. This must have been a later addition, maybe a punishment of some kind, taking away her right and opportunity to become a mother, instead being forced to enact that right upon others.
And lastly, the thing that surprised Emma the most... she had a 6 digit number, tattooed across the left side of her neck. The same as every child that arrived in this orphanage.
She was one of them?!
She had gone through the whole process, seen the horrors of this world... and yet she still continued on to perpetuate the cycle?
Emma's innocence just couldn't comprehend it, she cared too much about every one of her siblings to be able to go through that hell and then inflict it upon others.
But what she couldn't see, was that Sister Krone was a broken shell of a woman. Promised the world, Shown hell, and then trained for years to do the one thing, before having that one thing taken away.
Removed of her womanhood and twisted into a machine of pure sexual domination.
Emma was terrified, given her young body; Krone was almost double her height. As Krone approached the edge of the bed her shadow completely engulfed the little girl, her body shaking in fear. She started to flail about, kicking her arms and legs out to keep the indomitable lady away from her; but it was futile, seemingly only serving to excite Krone more.
Krone just bullied her way on through. She forced her body in-between the young girl’s legs, so Emma's cute feet instinctively hooked onto Krone's impossibly curvy hips. Krone wrapped each of her large hands around Emma's dainty wrists and pushed them back onto the bed, pinning them just above the girl’s vibrant red hair. With Emma’s tiny body secured and no longer fighting back, she then bent down to wrap her thick black lips around Emma's thin red ones. Sucking and pulling lustfully on the supple flesh. It was less of a kiss and more of a predator breathing deeply of its prey, working itself into a frenzy.
Emma tried to wriggle her wrists free, but it was impossible against the vice like grip of her captor.
Emma couldn't see what was happening down past her assailant's hysterical impassioned kissing, but she could feel it. That impossibly thick long cock was laid limply across her stomach. Even in its unerect state, she could feel the warmth of it radiating through her clothes, marking its exact position on her body, lying all the way up to the bottom of her rib cage.
The more that her assailant sucked and tugged on her sensitive lips, the more blood rushed into the disgusting thing and the hotter it got, until it felt like it was practically burning through the young girl’s clothes.
Krone broke off the kiss and stood up straight; long strings of saliva connecting their sloppy faces for a brief moment before they snapped away.
Now Emma could see this beast in its full erect glory. It just stood there, 15 inches of raw fat cockmeat. Throbbing and pulsating with the insatiable needs of its host.
Krone lifted up Emma's skirt and savoured the view underneath. A pair of thin white panties, gently digging into the soft squishy flesh underneath. They were slightly stained with sweat of the day’s activities and embedded with a beautiful scent; the smell of Emma's unwanted arousal, elicited from Krone's dominating and relentless kiss.
Krone pulled the thin white fabric to the side and marvelled in the sight, perfect pearly white skin, completely hairless and untouched. Krone seemed to burst with excitement, all her movements were no longer controlled and she jerked about ecstatically. As her role as a breeder, Krone had violently impregnated many mother's before, most being adults and having successfully completed their training; but never one as deliciously young and pure as this.
She practically sang as she spoke aloud " oh so sweet, so pure! Now be a good girl and play along!" Krone grabbed the base of her cock and lined up the throbbing meat with the untainted slit before her. She pushed her hips forward firmly and took great pleasure watching as the soft supple folds of the young girl’s virgin pussy slowly spread out around her gigantic cock.
Emma's eyes clenched up. She had played with herself before, but only ever the outside. This was completely different. She was being spread slowly outward, but much to her surprise it didn't hurt. It just felt oddly uncomfortable.
Once the fat head of Krone’s cock was in, the Sister's face changed from an expression of slow concentration, to a grin of pure malicious intent. She grabbed hold on the young girl’s shoulders, on which to leverage herself against, and then braced her hips. Slam.
She violently thrust forward with every ounce of her unbridled strength, tearing her way deep into the under-aged girl. Shoving her fat cock as far inside as Emma's tiny body would allow.
Emma screamed. It hurt. It hurt so bad. She screamed and screamed, grasping down onto the bed with one hand, and clawing at her assailant's arm with the other, doing anything she could to mitigate the pain. Not only had she been split wide open, she could feel her insides being crushed. Her tiny womb being flattened by that horrible disgusting battering ram of a cock.
Krone looked down at her left arm and saw the girl’s tiny nails leaving small red scratches down her arm, as her young body spasmed in pain. The sharp tingling only driving her sexually twisted mind into even more of a bloodlust.
She slowly pulled her cock out of its warm new home, enjoying just how deep she had speared into this amazingly tiny pussy, but something was different compared to the other pussies she had conquered; it was incredibly difficult to pull her fat cock out! As Emma spasmed about, her previously virgin folds clamped down onto Krone's colossally fat shaft and gripped tightly, refusing to let this godly rod go. The sight of the young pussy almost being pulled inside out by her sheer thickness was too much for Krone and she immediately slammed her cock back in as deep as it would go. She felt the tiny soft spongey mass of Emma's cervix being completely dominated by her fat cock, giving her the perfect target to aim for and pound against.
Krone began to grunt in time with her thrusts. She built up a rhythm before turning it into a blistering pace. Grunting with every thrust. The sheer power hidden within her muscle mass causing every small movement of her hips to whip up incredibly strong air currents, lashing around the bodies of the copulating pair.
The sounds that filled the room were of pure frenzied lust. Bestial grunting, cries for help, and the sound of flesh slamming into flesh.
Krone continued pounding relentlessly into Emma's now thoroughly battered vagina. She reaffirmed her grasp onto the lightweight girl's shoulders, making sure her overwhelming power didn't push that gloriously tight snatch away from her ravenous cock.
Emma's head was violently jerking from side to side, her brain unable to cope with the feelings surging through her undeveloped body. Her eyes rolled back into her head from the pain, her muscles had seized up and her mouth hung open, dribbling saliva all over herself as she thrashed about. The pain was overwhelming; every...single... brutal thrust from the mature black lady felt like a sledgehammer directly to the pelvis.
Half an hour of unstoppable hip breaking thrusts later, Krone was finally starting to reach her limit. Emma had long since passed out, the pain of her insides being torn and remoulded to fit Sister's disgustingly big cock had completely overwhelmed her young mind.
*Slap* Krone brought her hand down across Emma’s soft cheek, brutally slapping the young girl back into life. "Come on! If you want to be a mother you're going to have to take it like one!" Krone grinned at the young girl. Sweat dripped all over her muscular black form, but she didn't appear to have tired at all, pounding just as violently as she was before.
Emma's eyes slowly focused forward, locking onto that horrendous evil grin that stayed permanently etched into Sister Krone's face. The scarily strong lady was still grunting loudly in time with her thrusts. As more and more of her senses came back to her, she could feel the unimaginable friction burning around her poor abused vagina. But also something else. An unfamiliar knot was building within her groin.
Krone's thrusts became a little less controlled and with a couple particularly violent thrusts she buried herself as deep as possible and let out a huge sigh.
That last thrust crushed Emma's defenceless womb and suddenly that unfamiliar knot in her crotch explosively unravelled; Spiralling out into her first ever gut crushing orgasm. She spasmed all around that ungodly fat shaft buried deep inside her. Her pussy convulsed, squirting out feminine juices all over her rapists perfectly toned abs.
Krone felt the small splash against her stomach and the young girl’s amazing pussy constrict around her cock, milking it for all it was worth. Krone grinned massively knowing that she had just pounded this young girl into her first ever mind shattering orgasm.
And she too felt her build up nearing release. A moment later, her giant testicles tensed up and squeezed out the most thick and virile load she had ever ejaculated.
Emma could feel an incredibly hot surge forcefully slam against her womb inside her. It felt like it kept knocking directly onto her baby room, trying to flood its way inside. Splat. Splat. Splat. She could feel each and every tense of Krone’s cock as it dumped another fat wad of sludge deep inside her. Her stomach grew taut with the sheer amount of fluid that had been forcefully dumped inside her immature womb.
At least it was over for now.
Both just stayed there, locked together in silence, heavily panting from the exertion and simultaneous orgasms.
Krone stayed buried deep inside the girl, he cock keeping all of her thick nut sludge trapped up inside the slender cunt. She looked down to witness the carnage she had inflicted upon the young girl’s body. Their crotches were absolutely coated in various love juices, Emma's sloppy cunt had gushed so much fluid that Sisters bed was drenched in the musky substance. Krone's stomach was also glistening with a thin sheen of fluids, lathered in girl cum and sweat.
Her gaze then steadily moved up towards the girl’s enormously bloated belly. The buttons on Emma's white shirt were being pulled to their absolute limits. With the tiniest of flicks from Krone’s large finger, they popped free revealing her large ballooned stomach; the supple soft skin pushed to straining. She reached down and started to stroke the round belly as if she was actually pregnant. After months of turmoil and eventually coming to terms with losing her womanhood, she had fully embraced her new duties as a breeder. If she couldn’t be pregnant, she enjoyed inflicting it upon others. That cute round pregnant looking belly just filled her with such unfiltered satisfaction.
She looked up and saw that Emma's eyes were locked onto her large black hand as it gently caressed her painfully stretched belly. The look of fear and unknowing across her inexperienced face caught a sweet sadistic nerve within Krone, causing her cock to twitch within the young girl.
Emma felt the small twitch, but to her small body, the twitch of that giant cock felt like someone aggressively yanking on her insides. Oh god. Wait. She's still hard.
Krone slowly withdrew her cock, but just as the tip was about to slide out, she rammed her cock back into its perfect new home. Shoving her fat truncheon in so aggressively it caused the trapped cum to come shooting out around the sides of her engorged cock; spraying all over her heavy dangling testicles and audibly thumping into big wet piles onto the wood beneath them, coating the floor in thick slimy puddles.
Krone let out a grunt. And another as she pulled her cock out and thrust it in again. Emma's mind was in confusion; but, but, they'd learned this in class... shouldn't there be a small refractory period? Krone began to build up a slow pace again. She was thoroughly enjoying the sensations her fat cock moving around inside the girl’s sludge filled body; churning the cum inside her into a frothy mess. Krone loved the confused look on the ginger girl’s face and said with excitement. "Oh sweetie, didn't I tell you, I'm here to make you the perfect mother." She paused for a moment then said with an evil tone "and honey, I can fuck for hours."
With that said, Krone immediately smashed her hips back into the tiny cum gushing cunt, eliciting a small whine from the young girl.
This time instead of having the girl’s skinny legs flail about with each thrust, she grasped a hold of each of Emma's ankles, then pushed them backwards, pinning them next to Emma's ears and folding the poor girl in half.
The folding of Emma's stomach forced even more of the chunky baby fluid trapped inside her to pour out of her sore gaping pussy and flow down around her tight puckered sphincter. Emma wasn't used to having thick slimy gunk sliding across her asshole and the whole thing just felt gross.
With the girl now folded into the perfect pussy pounding mating press position, Krone once again began to building up into her hip shattering rhythm; slamming down into that cute behind with all of her might. Her large testicles now audibly slapped against the soft flesh Emma's young squishy bottom. Her grunts started to build up again in pace with her thrusts and before long the room was once again filled with the sound of flesh brutally pounding flesh.
Two hours later, Norman arrived back home with the rest of the family. He immediately went upstairs to find Emma. He got to the door and pressed his ear to it, silence ... an eerie silence. Isabella raised her voice and called up the stairs, "Sister, we're back, could you help us prepare tea."
Sister's voice boomed from inside the room, her usual unwavering boisterous tone, "Cooming!"
Norman heard her footsteps approaching the door and he quickly darted down the corridor, hiding round the corner. Hiding just in time, he saw Sister come out of the room in her usual maids dress. She patted down the front, ironing out any wrinkles and then proceeded to stride confidently down the stairs.
Once he was sure she was gone, Norman made his way to her door and creaked his way inside, quietly and gently closing the door behind him. Once the door was shut he slowly turned round.
He had to grasp his hand over his mouth to stop him from screaming out. His whole body trembled in shock.
Emma's head hung backwards, limply hanging over the edge of Sister's bed; her eyes rolled up into her skull, pounded into unconsciousness. She was laid on her back, positioned sideways across the bed. Thick white clumps of slime clouded her usually cute features and stuck to every inch of her face. Most alarmingly were the clumps running down, into and over her open eyes. She was completely naked, her clothes had been callously discarded; thrown into a heap, soaked in the same gloopy substance that covered Emma's young supple body. Her stomach looked bloated and painfully stretched to its limits.
Looking under the bed, he could also see a puddle forming on the other side of the room. From this angle he couldn't see where it was dripping from... but he could guess. Fat white blobs splatted wetly into the ever growing pool, leaking from a seemingly unlimited reservoir that had been brutality shoved inside her.
Over the next several months Sister Krone would take Emma's slender young body wherever she wanted. As long as none of the other kids found out, it was all fair game. Whether that was getting her to quietly crawl under the table at dinner time and hide under her dress. Trying to deep throat the entirety of her colossal sausage without making too much noise. Or even fucking her violently while she was trying to tend to the babies in their cribs.
But Krone’s favourite time would be during their daily games of tag. She would make a purposeful point of catching everybody else within the first 2 minutes, leaving Emma until last; alone and isolated. The hunt and chase was just so exhilarating, by the time she caught the agile little minx, Krone’s cock was already surging with blood; Rock hard and ready to pound the girl’s tight snatch into oblivion. Brutalising her so much, her skinny legs would give way, causing her to struggle to walk back afterwards.
The only person she never caught was Norman. Knowing full well he would sit somewhere close, concealed and out of sight, watching as the girl he loved was broken into by this beast of a person. Knowing that he would sit there and fap his little dick to her cries for help just made Krone all the more excited as she continued to thrust into the abused little cunt.
One week Emma spent as much time as she could with the other kids, trying to dissuade Krone from doing as she pleased. Putting too much pressure on the fact they would be found out. But much to her horror, when she was tending to the babies one day, her and Gilda found one of the little ones had been plastered in slime. Gilda panicked, thinking the baby had thrown up some milk. She quickly rushed off with the youngster to be washed down. But Emma froze... she knew exactly what it was. So thick, so clumpy. She looked up and saw Krone's face peering round the doorframe; a huge grin plastered her face as she admired her handywork. Emma knew that her threat all those months ago was true. And if she didn't give in, someone else was going to pay the price. Even if that meant breaking some of their precious merchandise.
But the one thing Krone loved the most, was knowing that Emma loved all the other children with every piece of her heart, and she was determined to take all of the responsibility herself. No matter how bloated her belly may be, how sore her pussy was from being abused at every possible moment. Not wanting to scare or draw concern from any of the other children, she would have to spend the rest of the day, physically clenching her gaping pussy tightly, try to stop all of Sisters thick chunky baby batter from spilling out and running down her slender thighs.