Charlene - My Little Ragdoll, Part 2

by Nellie of Sweden

Thank you all readers who have commented so nicely and you friends who have almost forced me to continue this story! And to tell you the truth I became curious myself of how Nellie would handle the facts she learned about the people responsible for little Carola. I called her Charlene when the story started, not knowing her real name. And I have decided to keep the title even though she turned out to have another name.

Half an hour after Carola fell asleep, I joined her in bed again. She opened one eye as I slid down under the covers with her and she smiled a little before going back to sleep.

The next morning I woke up before she did. It was very hot in my bedroom since the sun had been shining through the curtains since about 4 AM. She or I or both of us had kicked the covers and sheets down onto the floor and Carola was sleeping on her tummy with her right hand between her skinny legs. I looked at her bony body and found it so sexy and lovable that I couldn't resist caressing her a little. I looked at her pretty and peaceful face and felt my heart pounding hard. I was falling even deeper in love with this wonderful little girl than before. Up to the night before it had been more of a crush. If she hadn't come into my apartment nothing would probably have happened between us.

But here she was. Naked in my bed and my mouth could still remember the taste of her wet pussy. My lips could remember the feeling of having her little pink clitoris between them. My fingers could remember feeling her heartbeat inside her tight little love canal. My breasts remembered her soft little hands and my pussy had a loving memory of the feeling of her lips and tongue. I realized I was falling madly in love with her and I had no intention of letting her go back to her mother's friend and her boyfriend or whatever he was.

I gently stroked Carola's back and her lovely little bottom and touching her made me feel my love for her stronger and stronger. I kissed the back of her neck and although she was still asleep I could feel her shivering. That made me a little extra happy because she was just like me. I always melt completely when someone kisses the back of my neck. Or my earlobes for that matter.

I kept kissing her naked shoulders while my hand wandered down to her sweet little ass, so small and girlish but yet so sexy! So very sexy! I kissed my way down to the lowest parts of her back and then started kissing her ass cheeks.

"Mmm...," Carola grunted. "Please keep doing that! I love it."

I smiled to myself hearing her lovely voice.

"Oh, so you're awake," I said. "Good morning my little darling! And thank you for last night!"

"Thank YOU," she replied.

I kept on kissing her sweet little behind, squeezing her ass cheeks with my hands, pressing them tightly together and then wide apart. Carola moaned out loud when I gave her a lick in her crack, tickling her little anus. I soon understood that she was used to being penetrated in the ass because when I stuck my tongue inside she relaxed instead of resisting it. She really loved this and soon she had pulled her knees up under her pouting her sweet butt in my face. That way I also got full access to her pussy. It was so sexy to see from behind right under her pouting ass and I gave her moist slit a lick as well and she moaned again.

"Do it to me," she said. "Please, do it to me again, Nellie! With your mouth and fingers!"

With my hands, lips and tongue, I took the little girl's body to heaven. At first she moaned, then grunted rubbing her ass and pussy to my face and fingers. But after a while she was almost screaming from pleasure and when she climaxed I got a little worried the neighbours would hear us.

I crawled up beside her and Carola smiled at me with her face all red from excitement. She hugged me and gave me a long, hot, wet kiss. When we finally broke the kiss she smiled at me with her eyes sparkling.

Then... Well, then I just couldn't take it anymore. I started to cry. Tears of joy and happiness, tears of love. Carola didn't say anything at first, she just held me tight. She knew! I suddenly realized that my little ragdoll knew why I was crying. I found her soft lips and started to kiss her over and over.

"Oh, darling," I whispered. "Oh, my sweet little darling Carola. I love you! Oh, God, how I love you! I love you, I love you, I love you!"

Carola smiled and in the morning light I noticed she had freckles. Little light brown summer freckles. And that made me love her even more. She gently kissed the tip of my nose.

"And I love you," she said looking me right in the eyes. "I want to stay here forever! Or... 'til my mum gets out anyway..."

Then I suddenly managed to be a little serious.

"Carola darling... I can't promise the authorities will let you stay with me. But you are NOT going back to those people! I will see to that. I promise you that Tony will never hurt you again. You see, baby, what I have done with you, yesterday and just now, is just as illegal as whatever Tony has done to you. To the law there's almost no difference. But there is to me! I have no objection to men and kids having sex as long as the child does it from her or his own free will. I hate it when someone forces children to do things they don't want. I don't know what he has done to you but it doesn't matter. I'm gonna call the authorities today and ask them to let you stay here. At least for the time being. I will also try and arrange for you to visit your mother. But you have to be a little patient, it might take a little time. I don't know the rules about kids visiting someone who is in prison."

She just looked at me for a long while before she said anything.

"Does that mean I have to tell on him?" she said with a slightly worried face.

"Yes, darling, I'm afraid it does! But when it's done you'll be rid of that creep for good. They will lock him up for a long time!"

She turned quiet again for a while before she started to tell me her story.

When her mother was arrested the social workers normally would have arranged with a proper foster home for her but someone probably forgot and that was why she ended up staying with Anita. Tony had shown up just days after her mother's arrest and when he caught her masturbating in her bed while Anita was out shopping he had "offered to help her."

"He licked me," Carola said. "He licked me although I said no. But... I got wet and then he assumed I liked it so then he made me take his thingy in my mouth and suck it. And... after that he tried to stick it into my pussy. But.. I was to tight, he couldn't get it in. Then he put some slippery stuff on his... his dick and stuck it up my bottom. I cried and screamed but he didn't care. He just kept saying, 'I know you love this you little whore!'"

I held her tight in my arms and tears rolled down my cheeks as Carola told me her story. Tony had ass fucked her almost daily for five months. Sometimes when Anita was in the same bed. After some time he also had made Anita join him abusing Carola. Made her lick the little girl while fucked her mouth or ass.

"It only hurt the first few times," Carola said.

She made it clear that the physical pain wasn't the worst part. The trouble was Tony's abusive manners. He could get furious over almost nothing and pull her pants down and spank her very bad. And each spanking always ended with him raping her. I thought that if I could get my hands on that Tony I'd make him wish he never had been born.

"You poor, poor thing," I whispered. "But I guarantee that from now on he will never lay his filthy hands on you ever again."

We both were crying now but comforting each other at the same time and I felt as if it was a great relief for Carola that she finally had told someone about it.

To shorten down a very long and sad story I reported Tony and Anita that very day and a social worker came to my home to talk to both of us. After hearing Carola's terrible story she called the police and when Tony and Anita finally came back home that night they were arrested immediately.

But that's not all. When the police searched them and the apartment they found drugs. The same kind they had found before and pinned it on Carola's mother. And over hundred child porn pics that proved their abuse of Carola.

Melinda, the social worker, thanked me for taking Carola in and asked me if I could keep her for a few days until they could find a proper foster home for her.

"Well," I said. "Actually I think she would like to stay til her mother gets out. And she's perfectly welcome as far as I'm concerned. I've grown a little fond of her and would like for her to stay if you people would accept me as a foster parent."

That probably was the understatement of the year! "A little fond of her" didn't at all describe my feelings for Carola. She was my baby, my darling, my lover and I wanted to keep her forever and ever.

Melinda told me she couldn't promise anything but for the moment she approved of me as a temporary solution.

When she finally left Carola came up to me and I took her in my arms and we kissed.

"Now you're mine," I whispered in her ear. "If someone wants to take you away from me today they'll have to kill me first!"

Carola gave me a big, hard hug and smiled with her whole face. Her eyes were glittering from joy.

"I love you, Nellie," she whispered.

"And I love you," I said. "I love you and I want you for my girlfriend. Would you let me be your girlfriend, Carola? Please!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes, I will!"

Her hands wandered over my breasts and it made me tremble all over. I smiled at her.

"Hey, you little rascal, you're making me horny," I said. "How do you think I'll be able to keep my hands to myself if you play with my boobies?"

"I don't want you to keep your hands to yourself," Carola said. "I want them to touch me, caress me, love me!"

I lifted her up, she was light as a feather, and carried her into my bedroom and she hugged me and giggled all the way.

When I had put her down on the bed I kneeled down beside the bed and bent my head backwards facing the ceiling.

"Thank you God," I said. "Thank you for sending this lovely little girl to me and thank you for letting me love her!"

Carola looked at me with admiration in her face.

"That was very nice," she said. "It made me feel... well, special!"

"You ARE very, very special, my darling angel baby," I said. "I can't believe I first yelled at you yesterday but probably it was because I got so scared when I heard the door open. That sometimes happens, you know. If you get really scared first and then find out you don't have to be you sometimes react by anger. When I was a little girl, just like you, I once forgot to look before I ran over the street and my mum saw that a car was coming very fast. She got scared stiff and very worried so afterwards when she should have been relieved I was unharmed she got so angry she even slapped my face. That was the only time in my entire childhood she ever hit me!"

"I understand," Carola said. "And I'm not angry with you at all!"

"What do you say, baby," I said then. "What if you and me go shopping tomorrow to get you some clothes instead of those rags I washed yesterday?"

Miranda had already promised me 2500 kronor (about 250 pounds) from social welfare fonds for buying clothes for Carola when I showed her what she had. But I had plenty of money myself so buying her some nice clothes in advance was no problem.

Carola was shining like the sun and gave me a big hug again. Then she started to unbutton my blouse.

"Can I look at your titties," she said. "And touch them a little. I love breasts and I wish mine would start growing!"

I liked her just the way she was with that completely flat chest and pink little nipples but I didn't say anything. I remembered longing for tits and pussy hair myself when I was a kid.

"Sure you can, honey," I said instead. "Touch and look all you want!"

And that's how our next love making session started. I lay still on my back and let her play with my breasts. After a while I suggested we'd undress each other and we got out of bed and started to do just that. We kissed and hugged while taking off each other's clothes. After a while I was totally naked and Carola was only wearing panties. I took her in my arms and kissed her again. Then I laid her down on her back and she gave me that sweet smile.

I crawled up on top of her and kissed her mouth once more. Then I got up on my hands and knees letting my breasts caress her face and her body kissing my way down her chest and tummy. When I reached the lover parts of her stomach she lifted her ass up to let me remove her panties. I took the waistband between my teeth and pulled them down with my mouth and Carola giggled.

When she was naked I leaned over her and continued to kiss her tummy and thighs, carefully avoiding to touch her little pussy although she tried to press it against my mouth.

"Lick me," she moaned. "Please, Nellie, eat my cunny again!"

I gave her a teasing smile.

"All in good time, baby," I said. "All in good time."

I kissed and kissed her naked body all over. Even her pussy lips but not between them. Carola was trembling from excitement but I kept torturing her. I kissed her left thigh and down on her knees and ankles till I reached the cute little foot. I sat up by her feet and lifted one of them to my face, gently kissing it and licking her cute little toes. I made sure she got to feel my tongue between all of her toes and Carola closed her eyes and moaned out loud. When I started to suck on her smallest toe she put her little hand on her pussy and started rubbing herself. Her feet were very erotic zones and she almost went crazy from me sucking, kissing and licking them. I kept doing it for a good 15 minutes or so while Carola rubbed herself to four or five orgasms. But at last I couldn't resist that soaking, swollen child pussy anymore and Carola almost screamed when I finally started to eat her out.

After she had one more orgasm we changed into 69 position (my favourite) and gave each other pleasure with lips and tongues til we both had climaxed again.

Then Carola turned around and came into my arms. I held her really close while telling her how much I loved her and how wonderful she was and she told me I was a great lover.

"Better than that old bike?" I said teasingly.

She laughed.

"Yes, better than Old Betty," she said.

That was the name of the old lady who had given her the bike and Carola called the bike by her name.

"Guess what," I said. "I also did a lot of things just like that to pleasure my pussy when I was a little girl."

"It was just a coincidence I discovered that way of masturbating, Carola said. I stood over the frame once and accidently happened to rub myself to the frame a little. And it felt so good that I kept doing it dreaming about Mum."

"Maybe we can help your mum to get out soon," I said. "I told Miranda to ask the police to look into her case again since it was exactly the same drugs they found now. Maybe even Tony and Anita will confess if they ask them about it now. I think they will be very cooperative hoping to shorten down their sentences."

Carola hugged me so hard I almost lost my breath.

"Oh, Nellie, you're the best," she said. "You're the best and... I love you!"