The Harrowing Halloween Hijinks of the Paisley Princess
Part 3 of 3

- by Alvo Torelli, Hallloween, 2017

(Back to the Beginning or to Part 2 of the story.)

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FIFTH GRADE

The Fifth Grade classroom had the tallest banner with the largest printed words, "Welcome to the Fifth Grade! Come on in and play our new variations on everyone's favorite game - Musical Chairs."

The Paisley Princess looked up at the banner and sighed. She been looking forward all night to watching a few rousing games of Musical Chairs. She'd spent much longer checking on all the other rooms than she'd intended and now she was running late. But they were all just so much fun! If she'd missed the last round of Musical Chairs she was going to be furious - and she'd blame that silly kitten Mandy for it. Mandy would have to pay! Ooh, what a nice thought.

A big game of Musical Chairs was in progress and a sizable crowd was there to watch and cheer. Lilith could tell at once that they hadn't gotten to the final game of the evening and she was greatly relieved. They were still playing one of the intermediate versions of the game, but not the silly beginner versions they'd started with - with a bunch of daddies and older brothers standing in a circle as little girls stroked their... The Paisley Princess stopped herself from trying to imagine the earlier games. She'd missed them and that was that, there was nothing she could do about it.

Each game of Musical Chairs was a fairly long event, since each game involved twelve children and thirteen adults or young adults, or the other way around, depending on who was 'playing' the chairs and who was 'sitting' in the chairs. Most of the children were students from the school, between five and ten years old, but the occasional preteen sister or brother would choose to play too. The adults ranged in age from at least sixteen up into the early fifties, with most of the players being in their thirties or forties. The adult side of musical chairs, especially when it was men, could get pretty rough and it was no place for someone too young or too old!

In the current game, all twelve children were girls, with the oldest being only eleven. They were arranged in a circle. Each child was kneeling on the ground, facing outwards from the circle and the left elbow of each child was tied to the right elbow of the child to her left, all the way around the circle in a chain. Moreover, each child's wrists were handcuffed behind her back. This complex arrangement, which prevented any of the little girls from effectively moving at all, had taken quite some time to set up before the game could begin. But all the versions of Musical Chairs had some similar complexity.

Despite the complex bondage, in this game there was no particular reason why the little girls needed to be naked and so all of them were still (or again) wearing their colorful Halloween costumes. There were no less than four little witches bound into the circle of preteens, along with a princess, two ghosts, two slutty cheerleaders, a pirate, a ninja turtle and a ten-year-old in a pants suit, with her hair pulled into a severe bun, trying to look like a successful business executive, but failing rather miserably as drool dribbled down her chin from the enormous red ball gag holding her mouth wide open. But the child was rather hot, in her way.

As the Paisley Princess pushed her way to the front of the crowd of onlookers, sliding in next to a breathless young woman in her late twenties, the current game was exactly half over. There were only six men remaining in the game, all young daddies, all naked with glistening erections and all walking slowly around the circle of bound little girls as the game-music played. Lilith quickly counted and she could see that six of the little girls were firmly gagged, with huge red ball gags that looked lovely in contrast with their innocent young faces. Even as she finished counting, Doneka's daddy - the handsome black man she had noticed earlier - strode out to the circle with another ball gag hanging from his hand. Stark naked, with his extremely impressive but limp cock dangling down, the man was even more attractive. Lilith noticed that she wasn't the only woman in the crowd fawning over the man's physique. A spike of jealousy made her eyes flare - always a dangerous things with Lilith - but she got control of herself at once.

After circling the bound children for a moment, Doneka's daddy choose one of the little girls and quickly gagged her mouth with the huge ball. The little girl struggled against his attentions, but there was little she could do and quick as a wink her mouth was stuffed full.

Even if you didn't know the rules of the game, the object would now be obvious: six wet, shiny erections - but only five available little mouths.

The music swelled in volume as Doneka's daddy stepped out of the way and the six men walked more quickly around the circle of children, eyeing one another with competitive aggression. As they moved around the circle, the men tried to stay close to one of available un-gagged little girls, but they were required to continue to circle until the music stopped. Thus they moved in a slow-fast-slow-fast jerky dance as each tried to always be as close to one of the few safe preteens as possible.

With no warning the loud music ended and the race was on! Two of the men were lucky to be just in front of little girls with open mouths and barely a second later they were once again receiving lovely, juvenile blow jobs. The remaining four daddies converged two-by-two in front of pretty little mouths and began battling for dominance to see who would get his cock deep between the child's warm little lips first. This left one of the remaining un-gagged children with no-one fighting for her. It was often this way in the game, with more battles than necessary. Suddenly one of the battling men realized there was an unclaimed child and he lunged part way around the circle to get to her before one of the other battling men seized the same opportunity. He was wetting his thick cock in the little girl's mouth long before the others knew what was going on. This left just two men battling for one warm mouth.

The Paisley Princess, along with all of the audience, laughed and cheered and shouted encouragement to the men. She particularly liked the way that the kneeling little girls, the ones with cocks in their mouths instead of gags, dutifully bobbed their heads forward and back as they slurped at the big cocks. After all, the only way any of the little ones could win a point was to get someone to cum in their mouths! And everyone wanted to win as many points as they could. Since this was round six of the game, most of the men were damn close to losing it, but they knew that if they did, they would lose their place in the game and the last man to be eliminated would take their place. So the men concentrated as hard as they could to keep their semen in their balls, rather than shoot it into the mouths of the sweet little vixens who were trying so hard to make them cum.

The battle raged between the final two daddies, but eventually one of them pushed the other away and sank his trembling cock into the last little girl's mouth. The lone man out was eliminated from the game - but he knew he had a good chance of getting back during the subsequent rounds, so he stayed close to the action at the front of the increasingly large crowd of onlookers.

The little girls were given another minute to try to get the remaining five men to cum, but none of them succeeded. Then the music started up again and it was time for the next round of Musical Chairs. The five men withdrew from the little girls and began their circling route, while Doneka's daddy came out to force a huge ball gag into one more little girl's mouth. Five gleaming hard cocks - four wet little mouths. The game continued.

As the music swelled to get the men moving faster around the circle, the Paisley Princess suddenly realized that one of the four remaining un-gagged little girls was none other than the pretty red-headed first grader Sally from the egg race, the child so clearly lusted after by the first grade teacher, Mr. Perec. Sally was back in her witches costume, although her black hat was gone and her costume looked a bit torn and disheveled. But wait! How had the same Mr. Perec managed to be competing in Musical Chairs? He was supposed to be taking care of the Egg Race in the first grade! And where was his bunny costume? The Paisley Princess stomped her pretty little boot! She was furious at the obvious breach of her instructions. But she didn't want to spoil the current game, so she waited, impatiently, to see what happened.

What happened was that when the music stopped Mr. Perec made a bee-line for little Sally (as he had the previous round, the Princess realized) and sighed with enormous pleasure as he slipped his hard cock between the gorgeous little first grader's lips. His eyes practically rolled back in his head as he felt her slathering his length with her tongue and mouth. The other players battled for position and soon another man was eliminated from the game. The Princess, in her anger, was very near to stepping in and spoiling the game. But that extra minute the little girls were given to suck and slurp and tongue at the men's big cocks was Mr. Perec's undoing.

"Oh god, oh god, Sally, you little slut, you little red-headed whore-child, oh god, yes, yes, oh FUCK!" the horny teacher yelled in front of the entire assemblage. He grabbed little Sally by her red pigtails and forced his cock deeper into her gagging mouth and it was obvious to all that he was cumming down her throat. Once he was done he staggered backwards, almost in a trance and immediately Doneka's daddy was there to disqualify him from the game. The fellow eliminated during the previous round was allowed to step back in and take Perec's place.

And the game continued.

But for the Paisley Princess there was work to be done. She grabbed Mr. Perec by the nape of his neck and forcibly dragged him to the side of the fifth grade classroom. Her scepter was in her hand and its terrible beam lit up the teacher's face. "How dare you!" she hissed at the teacher. "You are in so much trouble, you lecherous old fool. You can just go join Principal Vertrep in the closet - you know the closet I mean, don't you!"

"Oh god, please, no, not the closet, not with him!"

"Damn straight! Into the closet, just you and Vertrep, naked in the closet together until I tell you you can come out - if I ever do! Now go!"

Poor Mr. Perec had no choice. Stripping off the last of his clothes he headed towards the third grade classroom muttering, "closet, cocks, dark, closet, holes, dark!"

There were only two un-gagged little girls remaining when the Paisley Princess returned to watch the game - Sally and a ten year-old fifth grader with long straight black hair and pretty, eurasian features. And once again, with the battle finished and another man eliminated, Sally managed get her man to cum down her little throat. Two points for Sally! They were the only points she and her mother had managed to score all evening, but they felt like a huge victory to Sally, even if she did have to swallow some strange man's icky semen. Sally's mommy cheered for her as the man was disqualified from the game and replaced by the last man to be eliminated.

Unfortunately for little Sally, she was the last little girl to be gagged with a big red ball gag, leaving only the eurasian girl for the final two men to fight over. That's when Sally learned the truth: the big red gags were sponges that had been soaked in the horse cum used over in the fourth grade bobbing tubs! Now she, like all of the other gagged little girls, had to endure the indignity of slowly swallowing gulp after gulp of the thick, nasty horse cum as they waited for the game to finally be over. At least she'd earned her two points!

The game ended with the ten-year-old's sweet lips wrapped around the cock of a forty-something daddy with a pot belly and a large bald spot. He was declared the winner of the game and awarded a whopping ten points for his victory.

The crowd of onlookers started to break up - but the Paisley Princess knew they'd be back. Everyone knew the final game of Musical Chairs was coming - and Lilith would be there with them to see it. She was still a bit put out that she'd missed the earlier rounds, but she was fairly certain they had been well received by the crowd - bringing everyone lots of delightful fun and entertainment. If only she'd gotten to see the version of the game with all the little boys tied ankle to ankle as they lay on the floor with their cocks pointing to the ceiling and their mommy's .... No, no, no! Lilith told herself. It's useless to cry over what might have been. You always knew this festival would be a challenge - and so far everything has been wonderful.

The Paisley Princess pulled herself together just as luscious little red-headed Sally and her mother came by. Sally was looking a bit shocked, but she toddled along, holding hands with her mother. "Sally," the Paisley Princess cried and the wide-eyed child looked up into the face of her wonderful idol. "You did such a wonderful job at Musical Chairs. I was rooting for you. Were you the only girl to score two points?"

"Y-yes?" the startled child replied.

"Oh my, oh my," the Princess said. "I sure hope you're going to play in the final round of Musical Chairs! You might score even more points."

"Oh, oh, I don't know," Sally's mother said nervously. "They said Sally was probably too little for the final round."

"Nonsense!" the Paisley Princess declared and the next thing Sally and her mother knew they were led over to the staging area for the final round of Musical Chairs. Only the quickest flash of Lilith's scepter was required to make sure that Doneka's hot daddy and the fifth grade teacher put Sally at the head of the line of young girls who wanted to participate in the final game. At six, Sally was by far the youngest of the little girls, the next youngest being a couple of nine-year-olds. All the rest of the girls were ten to twelve. Sally looked so tiny in their midst.

Sally, along with several of the other little girls, was trembling. She was instructed, once again, to strip her costume off. One by one, the naked preteens were arranged on the floor. This time they were on their hands and knees in a circle - all of them facing inwards. Each child's left wrist was then handcuffed to the right wrist of the child on her left, all the way around the circle. Once this was accomplished, the children all crawled backwards to make the circle bigger and bigger, until the handcuff chains were nearly taut. To finish the complex set-up the left ankle of each child was lifted over the right ankle of the child to her left all the way around the circle. The ankles were then taped together with sparkly Halloween duct tape! This arrangement forced all of the little girls to spread their knees very wide. Suddenly a dozen amazing little preteen pussies and asses were displayed in the most amazingly erotic way. The final touch was provided by the teacher, who went from child to child around the circle, squirting a small amount of some liquid onto each of their asses and slits.

The Paisley Princess, smiling broadly, did a circuit of the trembling, bound little girls. She admired the view of each and every one of their little slits. Lilith was sure all the little girls would have a wonderful time with her big surprise. Knowing everything was almost ready, she wandered off to take a take a quick gander at the thirteen men who had signed up for the final game and then she took her place at the front of a crowd that had swollen to a huge size.

A mother standing nearby turned to her companion and said, "I don't get it, Jane. I mean, it's obvious that their going to use their little pussies, but how are they going to remove the pussies from the game?"

The other woman replied, "I'm sure I don't know. They can't use gags like the last round. They just put fleshlights on the little boys cocks when they were in the center. Could they do something like that?"

"I don't see how," the first woman replied. "Maybe they'll just put tails in the ones that are removed from the game. They had a lot of those tail plugs over in the third grade. I even put one in that pretty little black girl!"

"Ha!" the Paisley Princess snorted over the two women. "That's a good one," she said, "but you'll never ever guess. Not in a million years. Ha!"

The Paisley Princess couldn't remember having this much fun in ages.

It was time to begin the final round of Musical Chairs. Doneka's daddy led the group of thirteen naked men out to form a circle around the twelve little girls who were presenting their scrumptious little asses to the world. Several more men waited in the wings, hoping that someone would be disqualified so that they, too, would have a chance at the ten points that awaited the winner of the event. Thoughts of the twelve spectacular, tight pussies on display might have added to their eager anticipation.

The music swelled and the thirteen men circled the ring of little girls warily. Faster and faster they went as the music sped up and got louder. Suddenly the music stopped and the scramble began. Thirteen hard, throbbing cocks - twelve little pussies. Some man was going to be left out of the running.

The crowd went wild, everyone cheering for their favorite daddy as the men battled for a position behind one of the little girls. One by one the little girls were skewered on long, hard daddy-cocks, most of them for the first time ever. The wailing and screaming from the deflowered children was a cacophony, a wall of ravaged sexual sound pumped up to nearly dangerous levels by the cheering crowd.

The rules of the game were the same as before. If a man lost his control and came in the tight cunt of one the little girls he would immediately be disqualified from the game and replaced by one of the eager daddiess, uncles and older brothers waiting for a chance to compete. But despite this, the men couldn't resist the amazing chance to fuck a bound preteen - doggy style. All around the circle, as more and more and more men managed to claim a preteen cunny for their own use, there was rapid thrusting and moaning. Once in, the men rapidly slid their cocks in and out of the incredibly tight preteen slits.

Very soon there were only two men left to battle over the last tiny pussy, but neither seemed to be able to defeat the other long enough to plant his flag in the fertile ground of the little girl.

It was the Paisley Princess who first realized there was a massive problem - a problem that threatened to ruin the final round of her greatest party-game achievement! And worse, she realized the problem was her own fault. Something had to be done at once!

The problem was that the last little girl, the one the two daddies fought over like tigers, was none other than tiny six-year-old Sally. Sally was by far the smallest child in the circle. She was so small, and so low to the ground, that neither man could get in position to ram his cock into the child's cunt, at least not before the other man came storming back to tear him away from his conquest. It simply wasn't possible. The battle between the two would never end unless one of them actually disabled the other. It was a disaster! The whole game hung in the balance. Someone had to do something!

The Paisley Princess thrust her shining scepter high above her head and she screamed "SILENCE!"

The entire room went completely quiet. The crowd didn't yell. The daddies didn't grunt. The skewered, raped little girls didn't moan. The final two men stopped in their tracks, one on each side of little Sally and they turned to stare, slack-jawed, at the Paisley Princess.

The Princess stared down the two men with a ferocious frown. She was a thing of terror! Both of them began to tremble at the menace in her countenance. And then, in a low, angry growl she addressed the two men.

"Just use her ass, you morons!"

The wall of sound returned as the two combatants each blanched and then turned to face one another. But the blonde, thirty something daddy was faster than the portly forty-something uncle. He shoved the older man aside and dropped to his knees behind Sally. Half a second later the little girl gave out a piercing, terrified screech as the man impaled her tiny rosebud with his throbbing cock.

The Paisley Princess relaxed and she even smiled. Simple solutions to complex problems, she thought to herself. For the next minute the crowd watched in awe as a dozen bound preteen sweethearts were severely fucked by a dozen men. The Princess was so happy.

When the music swelled back up again, the dozen men pulled out of the little girls and staggered back. It was impressive that none of them had ejaculated into their tiny, temporary companions. But then most of them had already managed to cum once or twice during the evening's festivities in one little girl's mouth or another little girl's tight cunny. Still, it must have taken some serious concentration. Slowly the men circled the twelve children. Every one of them, as well as every member of the huge crowd of onlookers, was dying to know how the number of available little girls was going to be reduced by one - the essence of Musical Chairs.

The Paisley Princess smiled. She'd never been prouder.

Doneka's tall, strong daddy appear at the edge of the circle. The roar of the crowd dropped to a whisper and a susurrous of wonder spread throughout as more and more people realized what was happening - how the wonderful, final game of Musical Chairs would play out. It was beyond their wildest dreams.

"Oh my god! It's perfect!" exclaimed the woman who had previously guessed the use of tail plugs.

"It's genius, pure genius," declared her companion.

The handsome black man stepped forward into the middle of the game, with a large German Shepherd at the end of a leash.

Even before the dog was let off of his leash he raised his head and sniffed the air excitedly. Something had his attention. Free from his lead, he bounded towards the circle of children, following the scent directly to the bottom of the nearest girl. But the amazing smell was coming from all of them. The dog's primitive brain was overwhelmed. How could there be so many bitches in heat, lined up for him? It was doggy paradise. Did he want this one, no, this one, no maybe...

The large dog settled on a pretty ten-year-old brunette and he slathered her ass with his big, rough tongue. She trembled and strained to look over her shoulder at the beast who was laving her private places. Despite the fact that she'd just had some daddy's cock thrust rudely into her cunt, the child wasn't prepared for the idea of being paired with a huge, slobbering dog. The girl mewled and desperately tried to move her ass one way or the other to escape his attention, not realizing that these motions almost perfectly matched the dance a bitch in heat would perform for her alpha mate.

The dog took a huge lick through the small brunette's cunny, then rubbed his head all over her little ass. He did this again, then again, preparing his bitch. Each time the crowd oohed. The energy in the room was intense as every single person leaned forward, waiting for the inevitable. Many held their breath, afraid to break the spell. The child's trembling intensified and looked at any moment as if it would change from fear to terrified orgasm. A woman in the audience fainted and had to be held up by her brother-in-law, who was himself wishing fervently that he'd tried to enter the contest.

The tension broke as the dog leapt onto the little brunette's back! His front legs wrapped around her waist and held her in a vice-like grip. Startled cries erupted around the crowd, and every eye was trained on the machine-gun fast thrusting hips of the dog.

The very problem that made it difficult for a full-grown man to get low enough to doggy-fuck a preteen girl on her hands and knees - that is, the petite size of the child - was, for the dog, a huge advantage. Big dog - little girl - perfect match. The German Shepherd's long, bright red, pointed cock found the ten-year-old brunette's tight snatch, already lubricated and warmed up by some random randy daddy. At first contact he plunged his cock inside her, in and out at a frantic rate, almost too fast to see. The dog raped the little girl as hard and fast he could - pure animal instinct - mate the bitch in heat!

As is usual for dogs, the rapid, violent thrusting lasted only a few seconds before the dog's already large cock began to swell even larger and his knot began to grow near its base. Another fifteen or twenty rapid strokes and the cock was huge. He rammed it as deep as he could and the knot ballooned up inside the tiny tunnel, up far enough inside the child to be trapped.

The little girl was knotted.

And the music swelled in volume. The remaining dozen men circled the ring of bound children faster and faster. But there were only eleven little girls left to fight over. The final little tart was claimed by a dog, knotted to him for the remainder of the wonderful game.

The music stopped and the crowd roared as the chaos of the battle began again. Someone had to be eliminated.

One by one, as the rounds proceeded, men were eliminated and more dogs were brought out to claim the pussies of more children. The sight of the ring of little girls, with more and more of them put to the needs of big mongrels was quite incredible. Moreover, with the rules more clearly understood from the first round, more and more of the men found it much easier to use the little girl's asses instead of their warm, wet pussies, especially the smaller children. It was, after all, just a matter of good strategy!

Little Sally was the sixth child to be fucked by a dog. In her case it was a standard poodle, a big black fellow with a short, fat cock that nearly caused the poor child to faint. But being fucked by the dog, even though he had actually taken her virginity from her, was better than being ass fucked by one more man. At least Sally had the small consolation that two of the men who had plunged their thick cocks into her tiny ass, over and over again, had lost their concentration and had cum into her bowels. She'd earned two more points! All by herself.

As the game progressed, some of the knotted dogs chose to turn, leaving them tied, butt to butt, with one of the pretty little children. These dogs added to the general chaos of the game, as they stuck out from the ring of pretty girls and made it more difficult for the men to quickly maneuver to the rears of the little girls. Fortunately for the men, the dogs, with their engorged cocks firmly embedded and stuck in the miniature pussies, were docile. No one wanted to risk a dog bite for a piece of preteen ass, although most of the men would have taken the risk to get their throbbing cocks buried deep into little girl pussy.

Doneka's father did a masterful job of moving the game along. Certainly none of the many onlookers grew bored! Before long there were only two little girls left in the ring who were not mated to large, snarling, but happy canines. The German Shepherd had been joined by a Wolfhound, a Bernese Mountain dog, three Pit Bulls, a Rottweiler, two Standard Poodles and a big odd-looking, four-colored mutt with long floppy ears and a red-yellow tail that wagged a million miles an hour as he fucked an eleven-year-old from the nearby middle school. Around the ring, ten little girls were panting and moaning, stuffed to the gills with dog cock, hot dog jism surging about in their little wombs. The final two children were petrified at the fate that might, or might not await them.

The final dog to be brought out was a magnificent Great Dane. As soon as he sniffed the odor of heat, his cock slid from it's sheath in anticipation. The crowd gasped at the sight. He was a monster. Unleashed, he dashed back and forth between the final two girls who had not yet been turned into little bitches; a gorgeous red-headed twelve-year-old who was really wishing that she'd hadn't agreed to come to her stupid six-year-old sister's elementary school Halloween festival, especially now that she'd been fucked ten times; and a pretty asian ten-year-old that the Paisley Princess suddenly recognized as Aiko from the Ring Toss game.

The Paisley Princess waived to Aiko's proud parents across the crowd. They beamed with delight that their little girl was doing so well in the game. Aiko's daddy took pictures and video of the scene, stopping every few minutes to proudly text the results to his many friends and coworkers, who were in fact all rather sick of his constant tales of how wonderful his only daughter was. On the other hand, now that they'd all seen the little girl's tail, in use no less, they were probably all a lot more interested.

With a howl of delight, the Great Dane decided that the red-head was the more delectable of the two children who smelled just like bitches in heat. Perhaps his dull dog-brain instinctively realized it would just be easier to fuck the larger of the two children - and fuck her he did. The child screamed and screamed as the dog's gigantic cock jack-hammered into her, but her screams were as much the product of her massive orgasm as they were caused by the severity of the pounding the dog was giving her. If she hadn't already been used by nearly a dozen men over the course of the game the dog would surely have had trouble stretching her tight cunt wide enough. But even after all that use the little girl was soon trapped on the dog's cock, with a knot the size of a softball well up inside her small frame.

Aiko was the final child! There were only two men left. Eleven dogs, from large to huge, panted and drooled and waited for a time when they could pull their knots from the tight slits that held them captive. The music swelled and the two men circled warily, rushing around the ring of girls and dogs until they were close to Aiko, where they slowed considerably before making another mad dash around the ring.

A hush fell over the crowd. One of these two would win the ten points. Who would it be: the tall blonde daddy who'd entered in the fourth round when someone else lost his concentration and came hard in little Sally, or the older, balding uncle of the little girl currently serving as a bitch to a Rottweiler? The men eyed one another with murderous looks.

The music ended. The uncle won the race to the backside of the only unclaimed child. But before he could find purchase in pretty Aiko's hot twat, he was rudely ripped away by the blonde daddy. They wrestled. Daddy broke away and lunged for Aiko, only to be tripped up by the uncle, falling flat on his face. The uncle scrambled over the top of the fallen man and grabbed Aiko's trembling hips. He didn't make the same mistake twice - it was much faster to stab his glistening, wet cock into the little girl's virgin ass as the little girl let out a blood-curdling scream quite suitable for a Halloween fright.

Doneka's daddy stepped forward and declared the uncle the winner of the final game of Musical Chairs. The crowd roared with excitement and pleasure. As soon as they saw that the uncle wasn't going to let go of Aiko, that he was going to fuck her tiny ass hard and fast, they took up a spontaneous chant for the winner. "Cum, cum, cum, cum!" they cried in deafening unison. The man's deep thrusts into the little girl's butt kept perfect time with the driving chant. Aiko squirmed and moaned, though no one could hear her over the roar. And then the man came into her bowels, explosively.

The Paisley Princess glanced at her watch to see that it was just 8:00. She needed to be ready for the grand prize announcement back in the gymnasium in just fifteen minutes. By her estimate she needed to be out the door and gone no later than 8:45! It was sad to leave the scene of the twelve little girls, eleven of them filled with dog cocks - oops, no, there went the German Shepherd - only ten left, and oh, look at all the lovely thin cum cascading down the sweet child's legs - but she needed to go.

Half way to the door, the Paisley Princess ran into a familiar sight. It was her pretty little kitten Mandy at the end of her leash, still held by Esme's grandfather. The child was definitely looking a bit used, with one tiny cat ear bent, her costume torn wider at the crotch and prodigious amounts of dried and fresh cum staining the dark fabric along her thighs. Grandpa, on the other had, was looking very happy, as was Esme's daddy who stood nearby. The Princess could only imagine. But a smile lit her face as she had a lovely idea. Taking the leash from grandpa, who just grinned at her, then giving Mandy a refresh flash from her scepter, the Paisley Princess led the kitten over to the center of the game. She gave the child her instructions and then headed off to get ready. But she did look back just before she left the room to see little Mandy hurriedly cleaning the back end of the first child who'd been released from her canine mate. Mandy carefully licked all of the flowing dog cum from the girl's legs and then went to work on sucking the rest from her swollen, red cunt. It wouldn't take long for Mandy to take care of the child - and there were only ten more little girls who would need the same treatment.

THE GRAND PRIZE

The Paisley Princess stood on a raised platform at one end of the gymnasium, tapping her booted toe impatiently. She glanced at her watch and grimaced. It was already 8:20 and barely two-thirds of the families had managed to tear themselves away from the classrooms and return to the gymnasium. And of course it was probably taking a bit longer than planned to untangle all those little girls and big dogs in the fifth grade classroom. Suddenly her plans for the finale of the evening were falling apart - all because everyone was having too much fun! Damn it, she thought.

There was no way Lilith could carry out the plans she had for a three-way run-off contest to see who would win the grand prize. It would have been so much fun to see which of three little girls could make the largest number of men cum in twenty minutes! Now she needed to scramble to come up with a different finale to end the Halloween festival - something that no one would every forget.

At 8:30 the crowd was nearly completely full and they were fifteen minutes behind schedule. But the Paisley Princess had formulated a new plan and a wicked gleam twinkled in her pretty eyes. But she was fairly certain that they would all have unwanted guests in about fifteen minutes, so she was definitely in a hurry to put her plan in place.

"Ladies and gentlemen and the rest of you too!" the Paisley Princess boomed out over the microphone. The crowd went completely silent at once. Evey pair of eyes in the room was trained on the beautiful young woman with the long, flowing, platinum blonde hair. Her scepter was held high and she fanned its light across their waiting faces as she spoke.

"Did you all have a wonderful time this evening?"

"Yes!" the crowd roared back in unison before falling silent again.

"I'm so very glad! Now then, I have some bad news and some good news. The bad news is that your very own Principal Vertrep was in charge of keeping score for the grand prize this evening. But it seems that the old pervert has run off and no one knows where he's gone."

"Boo! Boo!" the crowd roared. "Sack him. Fire him!" But at a signal from the Princess, silence descended again.

"The good news is I've come up with one last really fun game! And whoever wins this game will win the Grand Prize!"

"Hurrah! Wonderful. Three cheers for the Paisley Princess!" everyone in the crowd yelled something to show their pleasure. And just as they calmed back down, one little boy cried out, "But Paisley Princess, what is the Grand Prize?"

"Excellent question!" Lilith said over the microphone. "You'll be very pleased to know that the grand prize will be none other than one fully loaded birthday party with entertainment from yours truly! How's that for a Grand Prize?"

"Fantastic. Wonderful. Yeah!" the audience members yelled. All over the crowd little children, some in tattered costumes, some in nothing at all, jumped up and down with excitement at the idea of winning a Paisley Princess birthday party. There were a few puzzled looks between some of the event's parent and teacher organizers, but none of them seemed to be able to say anything.

The crowd fell silent as the Paisley Princess regally raised her scepter one last time, shining its light out onto the waiting faces. It was 8:35. She was running out of time. "And now, at last, our final game of the evening. A game that every single child in the audience can participate in. A game that every family member can help with - the ultimate team event.

"The rules are simple, parents. I want you to post naughty, naughty pictures and videos of your little ones on your Facebook, Twitter and Instagram feeds - any images you want, but the more deviant or depraved or nasty or erotic the better. Anything that will get attention from your friends, family, coworkers, even random trolling deviants. And get out the word - because, you see..." Here the Paisley Princess paused for dramatic affect, holding her scepter aloft to amplify the power of her words. "The winner of the Grand Prize will be the family whose child registers the most likes in the next two hours!"

For a few seconds there was stunned silence before chaos descended like a thunderous downpour. Everywhere the Paisley Princess looked, families whipped out their smart phones to start memorializing the brazen, nasty, perverted actions they were about to perform on and with their littlest children. With incredible glee, Aiko's daddy had her down on all fours as he raped her from behind while mommy filmed the sacred event. In another corner, Esmy's mother took picture after picture as the child's eight-year-old body was simultaneously invaded from front and back by her daddy and her grinning, whooping grandfather. Even the petite kindergartener Jenna could be seen on her knees, sucking her brother's dick while her other other brother forced his boy-sized dick into her ass. Jenna's daddy happily filmed this with a live feed to his Facebook page.

As much as she loved the incredible sexual mayhem cascading all about her, Lilith knew her time was short. A quick glance at her watch showed 8:43! It was time to leave Dodge. She picked her way through the masses of squirming, squealing bodies. Who would ever have thought that so many little children could be molested by so many adults as others created so many wonderful, permanent, and widely distributed images. It was a dream come true for the Paisley Princess, but a dream she needed to leave behind.

Sidling out the front door of St. Molere Elementary School, the Paisley Princess jumped into the passenger seat of the waiting, brand new, Prius. Her tall, handsome black driver grinned at her. When she checked the back seat, pretty, exhausted and well-used Doneka had fallen asleep, still wearing her silly donkey ears, and with a long donkey tail sticking out of her cute ass. An equally exhausted Mandy was draped across Doneka's small form, sound asleep too. "Let's go, Jason," the Paisley Princess commanded her hunky new friend, and then she licked her lips. She couldn't wait for a night of cavorting with the well-hung man while she projected the thousands of images from the evenings events on her big-screen television. Perhaps the two little girls would wake up and want to play too! She shivered at the thought as the Prius pulled out of the parking lot and headed down sixth avenue.

They turned right onto Emerald street just as a phalanx of police cars screamed by in the opposite direction, heading towards the elementary school, sirens blaring.

It was just about then that the Paisley Princess remembered she had left Principal Vertrep and Mr. Perec together, naked, in the little third grade closet. Oh well, she thought, the police will find them, eventually. And since no one will remember that Paisley Princess was ever there - well, somebody had to take the blame. She smiled and then she laughed, her beautiful, tinkling Paisley Princess laugh.

THE END

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