Skizzleman was a funny, friendly and upstanding member of the Hermitcraft server. No matter the person or situation, he wouldn't fail to put a smile on the faces of those around him. He lifted up those around him and was continuously improving on his own self, experimenting with his building style and redstone capabilities. And it was all these qualities that got him invited to the server last year, finally being able to join Impulse (affectionately known as Dippledop), Tango (Tango Top), Zedaph (Zeddlebop) and all the other members in their amazing community.
But unbeknownst to nearly everyone, there was another side to him - a side that he was deeply shameful of throughout his younger years and kept tightly to himself. He was a shameful pedophile, through and through. He adored younger girls but didn't like the idea of hurting them, only the thought of using them for his own self gratification. And nobody could know about any of this. Except Impulse.
Many years ago when he was a young adult, he came out and told his longest and closest friend about his attraction to younger girls and made a sincere promise that he would never harm or even touch a child. They had many arguments and a few months of stony silence until finally Impulse came to him wanting to rekindle their friendship, with the absolute promise that Skizz would never offend. And he himself believed that he would never offend either, that he didn't even want to offend. But over the years, the cracks in his moral compass started to show and grow into deep caverns which brought him to where he was now.
He was in the global nether hub with a little girl of 8 years walking beside him, her small hand firmly in his. How did he get here?
The global nether hub was a massive sprawling place decorated with quartz, gold and diamond which hosted the special portals to the endless servers of the world. But in addition to that, it was also a place for vendors to exchange goods and services in the various marketplaces dotted around the hub. He had heard some rumours a year or so ago of a secret marketplace in the nether hub that specialised in child sex trafficking (the horror!). And sure enough, after talking to enough shady people, he got details of the time and place in which the next auction would be carried out. It wasn't hard to find if you knew the right people after all, but it was very much kept hush-hush.
The first time he went simply to observe and see if it really was legit or just too good to be true. And while there were very few people present, there was a wide selection of children of different ages and attractive complexions. But now was the perfect opportunity to actually make a purchase. All the hermits had left the Hermitcraft server to go back to their home servers for the Christmas break, to celebrate with their friends and family and take an extended break from the grindy and sometimes monotonous building or redstone work. So for some precious weeks, Skizz had the server all to himself.
He paid a pretty price for this child, but it was worth it for all the attractive features of the child - wavy black hair that fell over her shoulders, a slender frame and an innocent face. She wore a tiny silk purple nightdress that showed off her lithe legs and white ballerina flats with cute bows on the end. The black hair and lightly tanned skin was just enough to convince someone who doesn't know him that she was simply her child; she made for the perfect victim. The vendor had also assured him that she had been passed around before and knew her place, and that he would have no trouble with her as his first purchase. She was an obedient, quiet and timid child, whether that was because of her natural personality or because of the god awful crimes that had been committed on her. But he would be gentle to her, more gentle and caring than others have been, he was sure of it.
While these thoughts had been running through his head, he finally arrived at the Hermitcraft nether portal, with the girl in tow who had not spoken a single word throughout their journey. They both stepped into the portal and after a few seconds of light nausea, they found themselves at spawn with the bright blue sky above them. Skizz took a few seconds to blink the sun out of his eyes, then faced the child and beamed widely at her, admiring her. Then he remembered himself and quickly pressed Tab on the communicator strapped to his arm. He let out a sigh of relief upon seeing that there was no one else online, thank god. He was uncharacteristically quiet, quick and focused on the way to and from the marketplace, but now he could finally relax and talk freely with no listening ears around.
"Hey there little buddy, what's your name?" Skizz already knew her name of course, but perhaps some small talk would help the both of them relax a bit while they walked to Skizz's starter base.
"Violet." she murmured, looking down at her shoes.
Skizz looked up at her username, seeing "_violetsky_" clearly marked above her, so that made perfect sense.
"Nice to meet you Violet. The name's Skizzleman, but everyone just calls me Skizz for short."
"Okay sir."
"No no none of that. You can call me Skizz, not sir or any of that nonsense."
"Okay… Skizz."
"Sooo do you have any hobbies, anything you enjoy doing?"
Violet paused at this question, quite confused. This is not the way she was used to being treated.
"Nothing sir, um Skizz."
"Nothing? You don't enjoy doing anything?"
She paused again. "I like colouring books, and playing the piano."
"Oh nice! I bet you're a talented little girl. I love playing the drums, maybe we can play together some time!"
And so they continued making their way towards Skizz's starter base, taking the long path from spawn in favour of walking and talking instead of flying. He could just fly there with her in his arms, his strong angel wings carrying the both of them easily, but the more time he took in making her feel at home with him, the better. After some more small talk and jokes (mostly one-sided, but still worth it), they were at his base in no time. Skizz's base might have looked intimidating to anyone who didn't know him, with all the deepslate bricks and the long staircase that hung precariously over the dripstone caves. But for anyone who did know him, they would see the S made out of twisting vines on the face of the building and remember with a smile how Scar struggled to understand such a simple thing.
Of course, Violet didn't know this strange yet weirdly charismatic man at all, so she found it large and intimidating standing at the bottom of the staircase. Hand in small hand, she followed Skizz up the staircase ("Please excuse the mess." he said, waving around at all the shulker boxes in the main room) and to the side of the main room, where another room had been recently built. It was a bedroom, mostly unfurnished with mangrove wood walls, a plush double bed, a chest on the side and a carpet in the middle.
Violet knew what happened next. This seemingly nice man would take her and take her until she could give no more, and she would be left in the bed to rot. She just wanted to get it over with. She lay down on her back on the bed, then silently looked to Skizz for instructions.
"Whoa whoa hold on, we're not there yet. Come sit up for a sec."
She obediently sat up and shuffled herself forward on the bed.
"Uhh do you want something to eat maybe? I have some golden carrots, or maybe those chorus fruit I stole from Impulse," he chuckled to himself.
"Do you have any cookies?" she timidly asked.
"Well I could go to Hungry Hermits and get some from there, but I might have some cocoa beans somewhere. Lemme go look, you stay there and I'll be back in two seconds buddy." He paused. "Actually come with me, I don't want you running off somewhere." Huh, for once his Hungry Hermits knowledge was actually coming in handy.
They went to Skizz's rather bright storage room, and within a few minutes (and much opening and closing of chests), she had eight cookies in hand and they were back to the bedroom. While she was eating, he opened the chest and double checked his supplies. One fire resistance potion, several regen and instant healing splash potions, a bottle of lube and an assortment of small dildos. Skizz had found out from his rather unscrupulous acquaintances that oral potions were rather alcoholic to children whereas they didn't affect adults as much, so parents used splash potions of regen or instant healing whenever their child got a particularly bad bruise or cut that normal food wouldn't heal. And while this was an inconvenience to parents, this was easily something that Skizz could take advantage of.
Violet had clearly finished eating, sitting quietly at the end of the bed, the rest of the cookies in her lap and looking rather forlorn for a kid who had just eaten many freshly baked cookies. Skizz came to the foot of the bed and kneeled down in front of her to look her in the eyes, in the same way that a teacher or parent would if a child was upset.
"Hey it's okay, look it'll be over before you know it and then I'll take good care of you and let you rest for a while, okay? I'm not gonna hurt you."
She nodded, silent as always.
"Okay let's get started then."
Skizz put the rest of the cookies in the chest and got out a small glittery pink silicone dildo and the bottle of lube. He gestured for the child to stand up and remove her shoes and then he slowly removed her clothes, delicately pulling the dress straps from her arms and helping her step out the dress. He took a deep breath in as he admired her body, perfect and unblemished, wonderfully graceful with her young age. With slightly trembling hands, he put his large hands around her tiny hips and slowly pulled her panties down, taking each and every moment to look at her little cunt that was his to use in every way.
He stood back up and stared. "You're amazing," he said, breathless.
He picked her up bridal style, laid her down ass up and sat himself at the end of the bed. He pumped a generous amount of lube onto his fingers and gently spread it all around her soft cunt, taking more time than was honestly necessary just to get a nice feel of it. With his other hand, he groped her flat chest and pressed the softest of kisses to her upper back. He flipped her back around and reached across for the fire resistance potion in the chest. It was supposed to be the most alcoholic, so just a few sips would do. He made her sit up against the pillows and fed her half of the bottle, then put it back. He could already see the effects, her eyes going slightly droopy and her body becoming more slack and less tensed up.
Skizz turned her back around and resumed his work, pressing kisses on her shoulders, the back of her neck, her upper back and making his way down just above her pert ass. He opened up her wet cunt lips with one hand and gently pressed the pink dildo in with the other, going as slow and gentle as possible. Violet let out a small gasp that left Skizz stunned and even more aroused, and he kept going until the dildo went all the way in. With his other hand, he felt around just above her pussy until he could feel her skin stretched around the dildo and let out a satisfied groan. He slowly took it back out, and then moved it in and out again until he was satisfied that she could take something bigger.
He put some more lube on his fingers and carefully pressed two of them into Violet's child pussy. Instantly he felt how tight and sopping wet her pussy was and it was ridiculously hard for him to restrain himself as his cock grew in his slacks. He pistoned them in and out, Violet making some pitiful little noises and whimpers into her pillow that just encouraged him to go harder and faster. He put another finger in and stretched her out as best as he could, feeling how incredibly tight she was against his fingers. She clenched around his fingers and let out a noise like that of a wounded animal which sounded like a lovely moan to Skizz's ears.
That was it. He made all these plans to go gentle with her and make her way up in dildo sizes so she could handle the size of his cock, but he couldn't take this sweet torture any longer!
He quickly removed his fingers and splashed a quick regen potion on her, then fumbled around with his zipper, pulled down his slacks and boxers and lined himself up with her perfect little cunt. Without a moment's hesitation, he thrusted his thick hard cock into her. Immediately, all he could feel was complete euphoria as this tight child pussy hugged his cock, completely claimed by him. And she was so small that all he could put in was the head of his cock! He pulled out and pushed back in again, driving more of his cock into her. She was barely even making sound anymore, either too intoxicated or disassociating from the onslaught of abuse. He went harder and faster, no longer caring for the wellbeing of the child or how much she was hurting. She didn't sound like she was hurting, and he couldn't see her facial expressions, so she wasn't. He went deeper and further into her tight cunt, only half of his cock being able to fit in her, and it wasn't long until he was on the precipice of true euphoria.
Skizz grunted, driving faster into her and finally reached the point of no return. He came inside her, waves of pleasure rolling through his body and fogging his mind, her small body being pumped full of his cum. He felt intense pleasure and languor, then pulled out of her, and then felt instant regret.
She looked completely ruined, his cum seeping out of her abused hole and she was completely silent.
"What have I done…"
He turned her onto her back. Clearly she was still breathing, her flat chest rising and falling, but her eyes were closed and showed no sign of consciousness. Perhaps she was sleeping he thought, or simply fell unconscious from the sheer physical exertion. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and reluctantly walked to the adjoining bathroom, grabbing a hand towel and soaking it with warm water before walking to the bed and cleaning his cum off her. He felt horribly bad for what he had done to this innocent child, but nothing more could be done. All that he could do was wait by her side for her to wake up and then he would treat her luxuriously, try and make up for all the pain and hurt. Maybe he could show her around all the amazing bases of the server, treat her to more cookies and play some fun minigames together. And when he was feeling less sorry for himself, he would take advantage of her all over again. After all, he had rented her for an entire week