During her daily walk, Sonja had her eye caught by the appealing promise of the little girl she knew lived in that house. As she hiked up Maple Lane, she did little to hide her erection. But she decided to wait until the daylight hid her cruel deeds. By the time she was done with her walk, the friction in her pants had nearly caused her to orgasm then and there.
Under the cover of the impeding dusk, Sonja approached the front door. Tentatively, she reached out a hand and began to twist the knob... As expected, it came open. The creaking of the wood caused her heart to jolt. If Gwen had heard her, this was about to get a hell of a lot more difficult. After a short pause, Sonja began to sneak through the house. The emptiness, the fact that no parents sat watching the news in the kitchen, no older brothers stood watch over their vulnerable sister, was tantalizing. The delicious neglect wrapped itself around Sonja and caused her to shiver in anticipation. What a time to be a perverted dickgirl!
Finally, she arrived at the door. That door. That sign! That flapping piece of paper that had caught her eye. That flimsy piece of paper, nearly as fragile as the peaceful flower she was presently planning to ruin. She had to plan her moves carefully. A rape is a fickle thing. First, she peered through the crack in the door, biting her lip as she examined the round ass of the reader. Her innocent humming caused Sonja's cock to throb uncontrollably. Second, she slowly peeled away her pants. The breeze was nearly unbearable. Third and finally, she stepped through the door, treading silently across the carpet. For a couple seconds she quietly stroked her cock over the girl.
Now was the time to strike. She threw herself onto Gwen, covering her mouth with her hand. "Shhhh. Shhhh. We're just going to have a little fun!" Anticipating the girl's self-defense, she drew her head away slightly. As Gwen screamed into her hand, Sonja tossed her roughly onto the floor.
"Alright, little bitch, you do what I tell you or you're dead!" Gwen backed away, crawling on her hands before finally throwing her comic. Tears began to soak her face. Recoiling from the surprise, Sonja lunged forward and slapped Gwen in the face. She loomed over Gwen and grabbed her by the hair. Remembering the sign's singular stipulation, she spat on Gwen's face and forced the girl's head on her cock.
"You bite and your head goes into that wall," Sonja threatened. It seemed to work, because although Gwen's whimpers grew louder, her fight seemed to leave her. Sonja took several deep breaths as the girl in her little pink panties and t-shirt sucked her off. Every once in a while, she'd shove her meaty cock down the kid's throat, leaving it there until she begged to breathe.
And damn, she thought about choking her out then and there, but that'd ruin the fun for anyone else who found their way to this beautiful prize. Sonja took her cock out and, seeing the spit staining Gwen's shirt, slapped her again, this time with her girlcock.
"W-why are you doing this?" Gwen curled up in fear by now. Sonja said nothing, just moved over and ripped the shirt over Gwen's head.
"You've got some pretty breasts," Sonja assured the rape victim, caressing her buds. She leaned her head over, started licking her sensitive baby-boobs, then bit down hard, simultaneously rubbing her cock on Gwen's underwear. "You can scream if you want, baby," Sonja cooed, kissing Gwen on her pursed lips. "Nobody's going to save you from all the love I'm going to give you. Have you ever wanted to be a mommy?"