Pennie (loli futa, D/S)

Story by tehixe

This is the story of Pennie, a well endowed double cocked futa currently controlled by her evil mother. She's inspired by the club president from Askray.

Chapter 1

Pennie sat at her desk, reading “A Children’s Primer on Good Manners.” It was boring, but it was the only entertainment she had in her basement room. Like the other items in the room, including her mattress, pillow, and desk chair, the book was covered in clear plastic. The floor, walls, and ceiling of the large room were covered with black banner paper, painstakingly arranged to cover every inch. Pennie was a little girl of 8 with brown hair pulled into two pigtails just back from the sides of her head. She wore nothing but a large, threadbare black T-shirt that draped tent-like, hiding her body down to the knees. It was the only clothing she owned.

Pennie sat up with a start when she heard her mother’s footsteps on the steps leading down. She bit her lip, sitting still, her eyes fixed on the wall ahead of her. She knew that if she got up before being told, she’d be punished for presuming to know what Mommy wanted. Keys clinked in the lock as her mother opened the bars, stepping into the basement room. She was an elegant woman, with long legs, luscious hips and breasts, and shoulder length, curly black hair.

“UP!” commanded Pennie’s mother, and the little girl immediately leapt out of her chair to stand respectfully in front of her desk facing her mother, hands reaching for the sky. Pennie knew that Mommy was drunk again—the crooked smile on those cruel red lips and the dark circles under those steely blue eyes told her so. Pennie’s mother stepped closer, taking hold of the t-shirt’s collar and yanking it up and over Pennie’s head.

The thin little girl stood naked now, her shame revealed. In most ways she was like any other little girl—flat chest with soft pink nipples, a slightly rounded tummy, a smooth hairless slit between her youthful thighs. But sprouting from the top of her slit were two enormous cocks, each one rock hard. The upper cock pointed upwards at an angle, reaching past Pennie’s chin, while the lower one stood almost straight out, drooping slightly under its own weight.

“Does the little freak have anything to confess today?” asked Pennie’s mother, slurring slightly. Pennie’s eyes involuntarily darted back towards her desk. For the past year or so, since she had started to produce cum, her cocks had needed to be drained. Each day, the longer she went without cumming, the harder and more sensitive they got, until even a puff of air could set them off torrentially. Pennie hadn’t been allowed to cum last night, so when she sat down at her desk in the morning, she accidentally bumped the tip of her cock and painted the underside of the desk with her thick white spunk.

Pennie’s mother followed the girl’s eyes and strode over to the desk, pulling back the chair to reveal the girl’s crime. “You filthy animal,” she snarled, grabbing Pennie by a pigtail and hauling her to the corner. “OVER!” commanded the woman, and Pennie, sniveling, bent over at the waist and grabbed hold of her own ankles. “Your punishment will be. . . nine by four, thirty minutes!” announced Pennie’s mother triumphantly. She strode over to a metal cabinet near the door and unlocked it with a key from her belt. She withdrew a truly nasty purple dildo, nine inches long and four inches around, shaped like a grotesque penis covered with pointy rubber spikes. Pennie whimpered quietly, knowing what was coming, and also knowing that begging would be futile.

Pennie’s mother pulled on a pair of thick rubber gloves that she always used before handling her sick freak of a daughter. Moving behind Pennie, she spread the girl’s little pussy wide open and began forcing the dildo inside. Pennie wailed as the cruel toy forced her abused vagina open, stretching her out down to the very bottom of her cunt. Pennie’s mother turned the switch at the end of the dildo, and the spiked device began buzzing, not like the gentle hum of a sex toy, but more like the angry sound of an industrial tool. The toy had rotating sections as well which began to turn and churn, biting at the little girl’s most vulnerable places.

Once the dildo was fully inserted, Pennie’s mother drew back, and Pennie knew what she had to do. She picked up a one legged stool, sat herself on it facing the corner, and began her punishment. . . The stool’s single leg was rounded at the bottom, so if Pennie put much weight on it, it would slip out from under her. If the stool fell, it would rip the banner paper on the floors or wall, and Mommy would know she hadn’t stayed on the stool. So the little herm had to almost squat atop the stool, straining her legs to stay balanced. Also, Pennie was not allowed to cum during punishment time (or indeed, at any time unless Mommy told her to). The

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