This choice: Blaze rapes Cream's ass with a strap-on • Go Back...Chapter #6Blaze rapes Cream's ass with a strap-on by: caitlinzero  Blaze left Cream on the bed there for a while, the girl trying to cry out, but unable to, barely able to breath around the thing lodged into her throat but somehow managing. It seemed like forever as the girl sobbed there alone. When Blaze came back, Cream naively thought she was there to remove the broom and everything would be better again. But it wouldn't be.
Blaze was fitting the last buckle of a strap on around her waste, a double-ended one which was penetrating her own fleshy hold at the same time it extended one for her to use on someone else. She smirked, "Found this in your mother's room. Good thing she isn't home, for her sake."
Cream made a sound that sounded a lot like she thought her Mom would save her, but Blaze shook her head, "No, if she gets home, I'm going to kill her right in front of you." Cream just teared up more at those words.
Blaze picked up the little girl by the handle that protruded from her mouth, and as if to show Cream that she wasn't afraid of being caught, she drug her off the bed by this handle. It pressed through her until the broom end itself stopped it from going into her pussy any further, then she was dragged gurgling along the floor as Blaze walked her out of her room. Out into the hall, thumping down the stairs, and then finally tossing her right into the middle of the living room as if to prove she wasn't afraid of being caught when Vanilla got home.
She then grinned at the girl, obviously in agonizing pain, and rolled her over onto her belly. Straddling her cute little hindquarters, she pressed the tip of Vanilla's strap-on to her tailhole. Without waiting, she rammed forward, once again taking several attempts to penetrate the virgin hole. When she did, however, the noise Cream made was beyond pathetic, a shrill sobbing, choking yell as her behind stretched around the large member. It was lubed slightly, at least, but that didn't help very much when it was being rammed into a six year old's behind.
Once she got it nicely lodged inside, Blaze started ramming steadily into her, holding her down with one hand so she didn't move across the floor. With her other hand, she calmly reached over to pick up a cell phone off the living room table, realizing it was Creams. She opened it up, and smiled at the contact list.
Cream was confused about what she was doing at first, but then realized Blaze was calling everyone in her contact list and asking them to come over to Cream's house at slightly different times. But why was she doing this? It was too much to think about as the dildo sank deeper. With a solid thrust, Blaze actually rammed the thing right into the bend of her intestines, making them feel like they would snap.
Blaze leaned down, slowly licking the tears off of Cream's eyes as she panted, the other end of the double ended lesbian device penetrating her own pussy with lewd slurping sounds, "Why did I do that Cream? Because I'm going to prove to you how much a friend can hurt you. I'm going to kill every one of your friends right in front of you. Or without you if you die first, it doesn't matter.
And with that, her pussy convulsed again as she came against the strap on, panting. She stopped thrusting, much to Cream's relief, and slowly began to undo the device. When she raised herself, she pulled her own pussy off of the thing with a wet slurp, leaving it there still penetrating Cream's ass. If it were to be yanked free, it was likely Cream would bleed out with it.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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