Tales of the Pandemic 8: The Vaccine Case Files

-by Alvo Torelli, January, 2021

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Looking back through the eyes of history, it isn’t difficult to see the many mistakes that were made during the Covid-19 pandemic of the early 2020’s. But we mustn’t judge too harshly, for it was a time of incredible stress and partisan divisions that are impossible for us to understand from our secure position here, so many years later. Still, we can all agree that the people of that time could hardly have imagined the changes that would be wrought, not by the virus itself, but rather by the vaccines designed to eradicate the deadly disease.

The initial news was met with excitement: a vaccine in clinical trials appearing to be better than 90% effective against the pandemic virus – unprecedented success. Both sides of the aisle rushed to help big pharma get the new vaccine fast tracked for mass distribution. Government agencies were pressured to give it the green light. Who cared that the trials hadn’t had the usual two to three-month period to track participants for long-term side effects. Who cared that the vaccines hadn’t been seriously tested on children. With Britain and the U.S. certifying the drugs for wide-spread application, other countries followed close behind. A massive manufacture and distribution machine went into full speed, world-wide.

By the time the side effects began to show up, it was too late.

Numbers, dates and statistics are inadequate to tell the true story of what has come to be known as The Great Vaccine Upheaval. Governments have suppressed much of the truth. But the fundamental and permanent changes to our society, the changes to the dynamics of family and the fabric of society that we have come to accept as normal, are undeniable. This is a history that must be told and must be understood. But history is easier understood through the personal stories of those who experienced it. So, we tell our story of tumultuous change through cases files – case files built by poring through thousands of pages of transcripts, eye witness accounts and recently released government archives. Here is the story of the Great Vaccine Upheaval as seen through the young, innocent eyes of one of its earliest subjects: eight-year-old Vera Samples.

Vera Samples had just turned eight when she had to go to the clinic to get her first dose of the new Covid-19 vaccine. She didn’t want to get a shot! It was going to hurt. But mommy said she could take Bear-Bear with her, and if she was a big girl then she could have a lollipop. At the clinic, a nice nurse told Vera that she liked Vera’s long brunette hair and her big hazel eyes. So, Vera did her best to be brave and hugged Bear-Bear very tight when the nice lady gave her the shot. She almost managed to not cry.

A few weeks later, Vera got to go to school in a real school again! She hadn’t liked remote school. She liked going to a school where there were other second graders to play with at recess. Now she was very happy! Nobody even had to wear masks anymore. Her teacher’s name was Mr. Henry and he was nicer in person than he’d been when he taught her class in the little windows on her touch-pad.

Everyone said life was much better now that they had the vaccine. Mommy and Daddy didn’t fight nearly as much. Daddy went back to work in an office. Uncle Bob and Aunt Leslie were able to visit. Even Vera’s teen brother, Vince, was happier – although he still mostly hid in his room behind a sign with a blazing-eyed skull that said DO NOT ENTER. Vera was afraid of Vince’s room and never ever tried to go in there.

Slowly, a month later, the changes began to appear.

Vera and her friend Ginny played together on the jungle gym at recess. “Ginny?” Vera asked innocently, “Does your kitty tingle and get excited when you look at Mr. Henry or your brother George, or even your daddy?”

The little redhead blushed bright red, setting off the many freckles across her cute face. “Oh, gosh!” Ginny said, “You too? I thought I was the only one!”

Another pretty little girl nearby, a third grader, also blushed and covered her mouth. But when Ginny and Vera looked her way and stared, she blurted out, “It’s awful! And when I sit in Uncle Jimmy’s lap it gets so much worse! And, gosh, I… I get all wet down there!”

By the end of first-second-third grade recess, three-fourths of the cute little girls were talking to one-another about the strange feelings in their immature pussies. Their relief at finding out they weren’t alone was tempered by all the frightening stories about their experiences so far.

The following day, recess took a new turn. Vera was one of the many little girls gathered around a third grader named Jessica as Jessica admitted what she’d done.

“You don’t understand! It was getting so bad, I couldn’t stand it.” Jessica confessed. “I have three brothers and every time one of them was close to me my kitty would tremble and itch and tingle and my panties got soooo wet. I just had to touch myself down there. I know it’s bad, but I couldn’t stop myself. My brother Jack found me doing that and he laughed. But when he saw me, and he saw my bare little kitty – oh – it just got worse! And I blurted out ‘Please, Jack, help me!’”

“No!” Vera heard herself cry out. She blushed as badly as Jessica when everyone scowled at her. But Vera knew exactly how the other little girl had felt, how desperate she’d been. Even thinking about it made her pussy tingle.

“I did, I said that,” Jessica went on. “And… I can’t say it… but, golly…,”

“Tell us, Jessica! What happened?” Vera’s friend Ginny blurted out.

“He… Jack… he touched me. He touched my kitty and… it felt sooooo good!”

The word was out that you could fix the awful tingly feeling if you let a boy touch you. But that was a bad thing to do, wasn’t it? Little Vera Samples was sure it was a very bad thing. Her Minister and her mother both said private touching was a terrible sin! And yet, every close encounter with a boy or a man made her little kitty throb and swell and tingle. It drove her crazy! She had a nearly unstoppable urge to climb in her handsome teacher’s lap and rub her little kitty hard against his pants. The glistening wild eyes of many of her little classmates suggested they were thinking the same thing. But the idea terrified her!

Friday was a half day, so that all the little children could visit the clinic and get the second dose of their Covid-19 vaccine. Vera’s pretty eyes glistened as she clutched Bear-Bear; she barely kept from crying. The male nurse was named Chad and he had a very nice smile. Chad said Vera was a brave girl and put a pretty Elsa Band-Aid over the angry, red lump on her arm. Vera smiled when he put an Olaf Band-Aid on Bear-Bear’s arm as well. But neither Disney Band-Aids nor the pain of the shot could fully distract the little girl from the way her cunny went crazy when Chad touched her. Still, she didn’t notice the way the man’s hand trembled as he left it on her arm much longer than necessary.

In the early years of the twenty-first century, taboos related to sex with children were stronger than they had ever been. Indeed, the damage done to the bodies and psyches of young victims of sexual abuse was well documented. Even mutual sexual attraction between adult and child was considered monstrous, forbidden, grotesque. And yet, society was overly preoccupied with the very ideas that were so taboo. Media and culture of the time swirled around youth as the ultimate projection of beauty and attractiveness. From our advanced point in history, the student of history will find it difficult to understand this inherent conflict – a world torn in two directions, schizophrenic. The side effects of the Covid-19 vaccine swirled into this conflict to create the perfect storm.

Even in the eye of the storm, the world was slow to recognize the onset of vaccine side effects, no doubt a symptom of the strong taboos of the time. There wasn’t even a name for the condition – since so few were willing to discuss it or share their personal knowledge. It was only later, as desperate cries for help began to filter out that someone on social media called the condition what it was: The Loli-Lust Complex, a name that took the world by storm.

A week after her second vaccine shot, little Vera Sample’s condition overwhelmed her. She’d already given up wearing panties under her spring sundresses and she wouldn’t even contemplate wearing tights – which were rapidly going out of style for the preteen set all over the world. The recess-rumors had gotten wilder, with improbable stories about things that boys had between their legs and worse, stuff that came out of those things that somehow made the awful feelings go away – for a while. Vera couldn’t stand it any longer! She had to do something or go insane.

Vera hung behind as all the other children headed out for recess, hiding behind a closet door. Mr. Henry went back to his desk, sighed, and looked more stressed than usual. Distracted, he didn’t notice Vera until she was already climbing into his lap.

The children weren’t too young to notice that their handsome teacher had grown increasingly troubled over the past week, but they were too young and innocent to understand why. It wasn’t simply that Jason Henry was surrounded by little girls who kept looking at him with such need in their pretty eyes, that they kept brushing up against him, or even the fact that all of them had switched to short skirts and dresses that frequently afforded him quick glances at bare, hairless little pussies. It was more than that – for the young teacher couldn’t deny that he was finding the little girls more and more attractive, as if they were bewitching him, tempting him to do things that he couldn’t possibly be allowed to do. He could barely sleep at night and when he did, his dreams were filled with forbidden visions.

And now the very prettiest of the little girls, the one who most often filled his lustful dreams with her long, thick brunette hair, her big eyes and her pouty, perfect little mouth, was in his lap, grinding her bare, wet pussy against the bulge in his trousers. She mewled, piteously, unable to find words to express the horrible desire that wracked her little body and dripped from her virgin cunt.

The little girl was so close. Her little hands clutched at his lapels and his neck; her desperate tears dropped on his chest; her wet little pussy spread fragrant juices on his lap. Mr. Henry couldn’t know, yet, the power of the new pheromones the little girl gave off with every breath and every swipe of her damp kitty. The only thing the poor teacher could know was the desperate desire she engendered in his febrile brain. He nearly ripped her thin sundress as he lifted it up over her head and threw it to the floor.

He pulled her upwards to mash her small lips to his. She kissed him back with surprising fervor. He was feverish, out of control. His arm came around her tiny, naked body. His hand slipped between the eight-year-old’s wet thighs; his fingers found her dainty, mounded cunny. The gasp she gave as he slipped a finger in between the puffy outer lips nearly made his head explode. She was so wet, so ready; his finger easily slipped up inside of her. Her back arched. The child quivered in Mr. Henry’s arms. His cock strained at his trousers, ready for anything.

He didn’t hear the door open, but he heard the scream. “Oh, my god! Jason! What are you…? Oh, my god!” Jason Henry’s fiancée, the school’s fifth grade teacher, turned white as a sheet as she watched her betrothed fingering the sopping cunny of a beautiful, naked, second-grader.

In the aftermath, Vera was rushed home. She was coddled by her horrified, worried mother. The lady from social services did everything she could to help soothe the child’s obvious distress. Her aunt ran about, shooing away the rest of the family. “Give her space! Give her time.” None of them could understand how the child had ended up in the arms of her teacher – he’d seemed such a nice, reliable young man. Worse, they misunderstood Vera’s piteous tears. The sweet little girl didn’t have the words to explain the desperate need that had driven her to seduce her teacher. What had the wretched man really done to her? they wondered.

The women couldn’t know, not then, that “the wretched man” had been seduced by the little girl’s intoxicating pheromones. They couldn’t know that she had instigated the activities that had cost the poor man his position. But worst of all, they couldn’t know that a damn had been breached, and the river of sinful need that cascaded over little Vera Samples was beyond either their control or their wildest nightmares. But they would know soon enough.

Vera remained at home, held out of school, but only because the stigma of what had happened there was too much for her mother. Things went downhill rapidly. Poor Vera still didn’t understand what her body and her mind longed for. To make matters worse, her mere presence near her brother or father was enough to make them edgy and irritable, angry with themselves for strange and confusing thoughts that were clearly forbidden. And why did the little girl prance around in such short skirts? Why was she underfoot all the time? It was almost as bad as the months of lockdown. Tempers flared. The parents fought again. Vera was miserable with a desire she couldn’t comprehend.

The stage was set for disaster, a disaster that played out in many different ways across many different households all around the world.

Today, of course, we have traditions, well-understood rites, and a supportive culture, all designed to help our precious little ones make a safe and happy transition into their years of the Loli-Lust Complex. Today, we know that out little ones are in no physical danger. Today, we understand the full spectrum of the LLC’s impact on our female youth and their impact, in turn, on everyone else. From the mildest case to the most extreme, we embrace and celebrate the transition; rejoice in the peace and happiness it brings to our society.

It is difficult to imagine how abrupt, confusing, and even dangerous each LLC transition was in the days of the pandemic. No one understood what was happening. No one had tradition or experience to guide them. No one understood the substantial physiological changes happening. And, perhaps worst of all, each family had to find their path through the transition alone, appalled, overwhelmed, and crushed under the weight of taboos and ill-placed guilt.

The serious student of history, having only experienced the LLC transition from our modern perspective and depth of knowledge, must work hard to understand the tumultuous times brought on by the first generation of the LLC. There is none better than the story of little Vera Samples to instruct today’s scholar.

Vera Samples’ brother Vince was fifteen and deep in the throes of adolescent hell. The last thing he needed was his cute little sister sneaking into his room late at night, when he was trying to have a pleasant and very private wank-off to pictures of his favorite buxom starlet. So intent was Vince on his famous heart-throb, that he didn’t hear the sweet child softly padding across the room in her bunny slippers and short, Little Mermaid nightgown, clutching her Bear-Bear to her chest and trembling with fright. But suddenly, there she was, standing beside his bed in the light of the full moon streaming through his bedroom window. Her eyes, fixed on the impressive cock the boy was fisting, seemed too large to fit in her round, pretty face.

It was particularly unfortunate for Vince that the little girl’s newly acquired pheromones washed over him, rapidly tripling his already considerable level of unrequited lust and muddling his ability to think or do anything but reach out to pull his small sibling onto his bed between his knees and guide her full, moonlit lips to the head of his straining cock.

As for little Vera, the eventful moment was filled with confusing, almost incapacitating contradictions. Looking at her brother’s private parts was wrong! Touching his private parts was very wrong! Letting her small, sensitive tongue swirl around the head of the frightening warm pole and sliding her perfect, delicate lips along the throbbing flesh was very, very, very wrong! She was terrified. She could hear the Pastor’s stern voice and her mother’s threatening words ringing in her mind, each of them warning the world of the terrible sins of the flesh. Guilt wracked her young body. But… But nothing in her experience was as wonderful as the waves of lustful anticipation that swept across her when she wrapped one little hand around her brother’s cock (the other hand busily clutching her Bear-Bear against her throbbing, wet kitty) so that she could stroke and suck and lick and generally worship the wondrous appendage.

And then, at last, intense anticipation was replaced by the most wondrous relief and joy and pleasure – and the sweet little girl finally understood what her body had been screaming for – the hot, thick goo that erupted from her brother’s cock and flooded her mouth. She simply hadn’t known! She swallowed the thick sperm, gulp after gulp, barely noticing the way her brother moaned. How could she notice Vince’s reaction when her kitty was making her body tremble with intense orgasmic pleasure? It was fortunate that Bear-Bear was only a stuffed animal, else the poor little creature would surely have drowned in the deluge of preteen cunt-juices smeared into his button-eyed, furry face.

The evil deed done, Vince came partially to his senses and pulled his pretty sister’s small lips from his wilting cock. But still, her new pheromones washed over his senses. He pulled her little body up to lay along his chest, flipped the covers over them both and held her in his arms as they both fell into a deep, contented slumber – the first decent sleep the little girl had had in weeks.

Several days went by, with Vera stealing quietly into Vince’s room night after night to eagerly slurp down the bounty of his young manhood, then sleep contentedly in his arms. In the early hours of the morning, a second vigorous sucking and teasing of his lovely cock would yield another massive boon of his seed – enough to help Vera get through her long day of sexual need. For a few days, the household improved. Tempers cooled. Smiles returned.

It wasn’t long, though, before Vera needed more, for Vera’s case of the LLC was one of the most severe of the early cases. Vince eagerly agreed to quick afternoon blowjobs in the bathroom. After all, he had discovered that all his daydreams of busty singers and actresses were gone, replaced by constant, libidinous thoughts of his cute little sister. He thought only of Vera, his mind crowded with images of all the other exciting things a young man could do with a willing, pretty little girl. Bear-Bear shouldn’t be the only one to taste the sweet honey of Vera’s little kitty. She had other lips that could slide over the length of his excited cock. Vince had just gotten up the courage to act on his new, lascivious thoughts when everything changed in a moment.

It was the condition of Vera’s most precious toy, her Bear-Bear, that made Vera’s mother suspicious. Why was the fur on the little bear’s face so streaked, matted and dirty? When Mother separated Vera from the bear by telling the child to take a much-needed bath, she was shocked to feel how damp the animal’s face was, then horrified when she correctly identified the smell of the moisture. How could her little girl be doing anything so terrible? She was only eight!

Mother knew she would have to catch Vera in the masturbatory act if she hoped to have any true impact on the child’s disgusting and irreverent behavior. And so it was that she stood silently in the hall later that night, ready to burst into Vera’s room and confront her in the act. Instead, Mother pulled back into the shadows as her daughter appeared and padded down the hall with her precious Bear-Bear clutched to her chest. Mother’s mind swirled when Vera disappeared, naked, into her brother’s bedroom.

Overcoming her shock, Mother followed the little child. The door to Vince’s room swung open silently at her touch. She stepped inside. She froze, unable to believe what she saw and heard.

“Please! Please let me suck your cock, Vince! I need it!” little Vera pleaded in a tortured whisper.

Vince held his sister at arm’s length by her shoulders, physically preventing her from getting to his manhood. “No, Vera, not tonight. Tonight I…” he said, but he was interrupted quite violently from finishing the evil idea he was about to articulate.

The teen boy, Mother’s first born, was the apple of her eye. He could do no wrong! What Mother had seen and heard was all the evidence she needed to make up her mind in an instant. Her naughty, sinful little daughter was trying to seduce Vince and only the boy’s pious goodness was stopping her!

Mother screamed. Daddy came running, bleary eyed. Vince turned bright red and covered himself. Poor Vera shivered, exposed and afraid, with only Bear-Bear to protect her.

“Punish her!” Mother screamed at Daddy. “Bring the wrath of the Lord down on her. She’s a tramp, a slattern, a…, a…, a whore! Punish her and drive the sin from her!”

To Daddy’s credit, he did make Mother explain to him why he should violently punish his only little girl. Daddy gets extra credit for managing to mostly ignore the rising erection in his shorts as he held Vera by the arm, breathed in her subtle pheromones, and listened to the hysterical accusations. To Vinces’s lack of credit, the boy did not come to the defense of his little sister. He was far too afraid of his mother’s holy wrath. And Little Vera was given no chance to defend herself – not that she could – for the accusation that she was trying to suck her brother’s cock was, in fact, true.

In a righteous rage, Daddy dragged the weeping little girl into the kitchen, ignoring the fact that she was still quite naked. He pulled her small form across his lap as he sat in one of the straight-backed chairs. Her perfect, round little ass stuck up from his lap. Her long brunette locks cascaded to the floor, her tiny feet quivered in terrified anticipation, and Bear-Bear dangled from her pale, clenched fist. Daddy had never been so angry; he’d never been so emotional.

Daddy had never been so aroused.

Mother gasped at the sound of the first slap against Vera’s delicate butt. The child wailed and her skin turned bright red. Daddy’s eyes were wild. His chest heaved and his whole body trembled with fury. The second loud, painful slap came down on poor little Vera’s ass and she screamed. She braced for another brutal spank but it never came.

“You little slut!” Daddy hissed. His hand remained on Vera’s burning buttocks. “You ungrateful, nasty girl!” His hand spread her cheeks; his fingers pushed apart her thin legs. “You wicked child! Spanking isn’t punishment enough!” Daddy’s hand slipped further between the little girl’s legs. His fingers found her sopping wetness and spread her lips apart. “Evil! Corrupt!” His fingers slid inside the little girl’s tight pussy. She gasped and squirmed in his lap. “Ungodly child! There’s only one kind of punishment for such profane sins!”

“Daniel!” Mother screamed, “Yes, punish her. Now!” She stepped forward to help her husband lift the girl up to sit facing him, straddling his lap. It was Mother who quickly ripped open the loose boxer shorts her husband had worn to bed. It was Mother who grasped the big, throbbing erection and brought the head of it to the entrance to her little girl’s virgin kitty. “Punish her!” Then she dropped to her knees and clutched the cross she wore around her neck.

Daddy pinned Vera’s arms to her sides – a quivering, frightened toy in his strong arms. “Daddy?” she whispered a moment before Daddy thrust the head of his cock up into her waiting cunny. “Daddy! Ow, ow, please! Daddy!”

“Fuck her! Fuck the wickedness from her!” Mother cried. Her eyes were glued to the sight of her husband’s big cock as it invaded the tight, glistening little pussy. One hand dropped to clutch under her nightgown, into her panties, even as she kissed her precious cross.

Vera’s father, overwhelmed by the little girl’s intense new pheromones, rammed upwards. He had no more control over his desires or his actions than a tom facing a puss in heat. Daddy tore away his daughter’s innocence. Miraculously, the full length of his impressive cock rammed up inside of her before he ran into an impenetrable wall. He fucked the screaming, trembling child with no regard to her pleasure or pain, fast and angry and hard.

But little Vera’s pleasure was assured, for she was fully in the grip of the LLC. Each stroke of her daddy’s thick cock, stretching her wider than seemed possible, was heaven. The violent pressure deep inside her, as if daddy wanted to ram his cock up into her lungs, should have been more than she could endure. Instead, with her small body changed by the vaccine, primed to receive the bounty of her father’s new lust, she reveled in every thrust. She clutched at his big cock, milking and teasing it. Moments later, her father shot his hot cum deep into her tight kitty, exactly where she needed it.

“Yes! Daddy! Oh, god, yes! Daaaaddddddyyyy!” Vera’s small body shook like a leaf as blessed climax overtook her and fulfilled the need that ached in every corner of her soul.

Mother collapsed in a heap on the floor, still scrabbling at her excited cunt. Vince, looking on wild eyed from just outside the door, with his cock in his fist, shot a huge load of cum onto the floor. Daddy nearly fainted from the intensity of his first sexual experience with his gorgeous little daughter.

Little Vera’s eyes rolled back in her head as she passed out with a beautiful smile on her innocent young face.

Today, everyone understands the four primary components that make up the Loli-Lust Complex:

• Addiction to sperm, varying from mild, to extreme, to acute, with intense withdrawal symptoms mimicking animalistic heat

• Production of irresistible sexual pheromones

• Internal physical changes that make it possible for the child to endure and greatly enjoy sexual congress even at the very earliest age

• From age twelve on, hyper-fertility

Today, we fully understand the incredible benefits of the LLC. Our entire society is based on it. There is no way that the people of the time could have imagined this. They had so little information, and such long-standing taboos. At first, they didn’t know that the complex would affect, to varying degrees, every girl under fifteen who was vaccinated, starting when the child reached approximately seven. They didn’t know the complex would last until those little girls were nearly eighteen. They knew so little.

Millions of families, large and small, did their best to cope with the early days of the onset of the LLC – usually with the utmost secrecy. Some were successful, or at least successful for a while. But it comes as no surprise to those looking back with an historical eye that with no help and no information, most families were not successful dealing with their young, Loli-Lust, children.

The guilty, embarrassing and unholy situation that confronted Vera’s family nearly overwhelmed them. When Mother and Daddy came to their senses they were horrified at what they’d done. They were equally horrified by the idea of anyone ever finding out. Each of them swore nothing of the sort could ever happen again, and they admonished Vince that he mustn’t ever even think of his sister in such an immoral way or tell a single soul what had happened.

We mustn’t judge them too harshly. It was all so new. How could they possibly have understood that none of them were a match for the double assault they would soon face: the piteous, pleading need Vera would display until she’d been satisfied, and the overwhelming pheromones that affected them all.

Despite the fact that it was Daddy who had punished the little girl with his stinging hand and throbbing cock, it was Mother with the worst angst and shame. Nothing in her experience had prepared her to become sexually excited at the expense of her daughter –even the thought of what she’d done made her knees tremble. The war between her pious shame and her chemically induced lust nearly tore her apart. But Mother was a woman of great strength, and it was she who first realized that the oaths they had all made were nothing in the face of what Vera had become. It was Mother who overcame all of her deep-rooted religious morals and relented, making the decision that the family must come together and secretly see to the needs of the poor little girl.

They arranged for Daddy to lay with the little girl once a day. At first, Daddy did all he could to be gentle and quick, fearful of hurting his precious daughter – mentally and physically. But she was too alluring, too tight, too needy and appreciative. He was no match for her pheromones. With each passing day, his desire for her small body grew; his lust exploded. As it became clear that her tiny frame could handle anything Daddy could dish out, their sex became more exciting and energetic. Time and again, Daddy was amazed at how well Vera could handle his length and width, how hard she shivered in ecstatic orgasm as she rode atop him and he pumped his seed deep inside her tiny body.

It wasn’t long though, before a daily dalliance with daddy wasn’t enough for Vera’s severe case of the LLC. Daddy tried to up his game, and for a few, glorious days, the excitement of fucking his little eight-year-old twice a day was enough to keep him going. But soon his energy flagged. He couldn’t keep it up, so to speak.

Mother relented further. What choice did she have? She couldn’t let the terrible family secret escape their home. She agreed to let Vince help. Daddy would take mornings; Vince eagerly agreed to return to evening rendezvous with his gorgeous, needy little sister.

Vince could barely control his excitement the first time his little sister was escorted to his room to partake of more than a simple blow job. He’d dreamed of this moment. He’d secretly listened at the door as his father moaned and the little girl squealed. He hardly listened to the stern warning from his mother to be gentle. He no longer thought of the big-breasted sluts that littered the internet as the answer to his wet dreams. Vince was entirely on team Vera – his hot little sister. He was finally going to lose his virginity in her tight, sweet cunt!

The intensity of Vince’s lust frightened the little girl. She clutched Bear-Bear tight. But her need was far more powerful than her fear. She lay back on his bed. She let him kiss her, touch her, finger her, press her thin legs apart and back. She gasped as her brother entered her for the first time. Her eyes rolled back in her head as the orgasm she needed to badly swept over her little body. She squeezed him with her legs and screamed as he filled her with hot, young cum.

Mother hadn’t considered how resilient her teen son would be. She couldn’t imagine the level of his lust. When her little girl didn’t return after half an hour, she steeled herself to enter the boy’s room only to find Vince clutching Vera’s thin hips from behind as he pounded his cock into his sister’s tight cunt doggy style. Mother had been so careful to stay away, terrified of the lust that had overwhelmed her the first time she’d been near Vera when she was aroused.

“Oh god, yes!” Mother cried out, seeing that Vince’s rapidly thrusting cock was nearly the same length and girth as his father’s impressive equipment. “Fuck her! Fuck her harder!” She knelt on the bed with two children, overwhelmed. She kissed her young son even as he redoubled his violent thrusts into his sister’s tight tunnel. “Oh god, I…, I have to see it! I’ve always wanted…” Mother stammered. She reached down, grasping the boy’s hard cock and pulling him from Vera’s cunt. “Do it! Oh, god,…”

Daddy appeared in the door just as Mother pressed the throbbing head of Vince’s cock against the tiny, virgin sphincter of Vera’s ass. “No! She’s too little! She’s too…” But Daddy was too late, Vince was too overwhelmed with teen lust, and mother had never wanted anything as much as she wanted, in that moment, to see her son ram his cock deep into her little daughter’s ass. Which is exactly where it went.

Little Vera screamed and nearly squeezed the stuffing out of her poor Bear-Bear as her brother’s long, thick, lubricated cock went deep into her virgin ass. But her scream was a scream of sheer ecstasy. A whole new kind of orgasm swept over her. Every molecule in her body trembled as she accepted her brother’s hot cum into her bowels.

Daddy carried his limp little girl away to her own bed, leaving Mother curled up on Vince’s bed, still moaning and rapidly thrusting her fingers through the flowing juices from her own amazing climax, while Vince sat to one side, stunned, with a goofy look of satisfaction on his teen face.

The situation was dire, but still the family did their best. For a while, as long as Mother wasn’t present when Daddy or Vince did what had to be done to meet little Vera’s increasingly strong sexual needs, they were able to hold it all together. But each passing day made it harder. The sweet siren’s attractiveness grew along with her need. Soon, the attentions of Daddy and Vince, both of them exhausted, were clearly insufficient. The family could no longer function.

Recognizing defeat, Mother sought guidance from the only place she could think to turn to: the church. Swallowing her intense shame, Mother confided in her trusted, spiritual guide: Pastor Emilio.

“You are not alone, my dear,” Pastor Emilio told Mother. “There are others, a few, here and there, who have come to our attention. And you have done well, very well. God forgives you for anything you or your family have done. Rest without worry.”

“Pastor, thank you, it’s been so hard!”

“I know, my child, I know. It’s time for you to let the church take this burden from your shoulders.” Pastor Emilio placed a hand on Mother’s shoulder and squeezed. His reassurance was exactly what the distraught woman needed. “You can trust your church. Leave your little angel with us and all will be well.”

Vera Samples clutched Bear-Bear very tight as the middle-aged priest led her away.

Secrets are difficult to keep and even those who most desperately want to keep their secrets need help. Around the world, the truth about the Loli-Lust Complex began to leak out. Most of this was dismissed as conspiracy theory, at first. But the whispers of more and more cases – hundreds, thousands, hundreds of thousands – couldn’t be explained away. People needed help, people like the family of Vera Samples. They couldn’t handle it on their own. They had to turn to someone else, someone they could trust – and so often it was the church.

But churches were not always what they seedem to be.

The church Vera Samples and her family attended was huge, with room for several thousand of the faithful. In addition to three Pastors and half a dozen ministerial assistants, the church was governed by a Board of Elders – a collection of twenty well-to-do, well-connected paragons of the community – all of them men, of course, and all between sixty and eighty-five.

Early on, rumors of strange reactions to the Covid-19 vaccine amongst their parishioners had intrigued the august body of Elders who ruled the church. Quiet enquiries were made. Secret meetings were held. Surveillance that would have shocked most of the parishioners was carried out. Like many similar religious groups around the world, the church and its Elders moved quickly to use their resources to “assist” with the dire situations playing out in the homes of many of the parish’s families.

Little Vera Samples and her Bear-Bear found themselves driven to a facility on the edge of town, a run-down building that had once been a popular strip club. The Board of Elders of Vera’s church, had recently run a vicious campaign against the immorality of such a heathen business and thereby forced the strip club into bankruptcy. After that, it was easy to purchase the facility for a tenth of its value. The building may have been run-down on the outside, but it had been extensively renovated on the inside, complete with a new dormitory, an extensive bar, and an elaborate refurbished stage.

Vera was shown to her room in her new home away from home, which to her big, young eyes, looked ever so much like a prison cell, a feeling that was amplified when she was left there alone and heard the turn of the key that locked her into the tiny, windowless room.

Almost all the floor space of the small room was taken up with a single bed with strange head and foot boards that Vera couldn’t understand. A small chest at the foot of the bed was locked. On the opposite wall stood a small chest of drawers and just above it, mounted on the wall, was a television screen. There were cameras mounted on all four walls, another on the ceiling, and when Vera looked closely she saw that there were several camera lenses embedded in both the foot board and head board of the bed.

Vera sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her little feet and holding Bear-Bear tight. She didn’t understand what was going on, or why they’d left her on her own. It was scary. She didn’t like the sense that she was being watched. But worse than her fear was the familiar growing feeling of need that crept out from between her thin young legs. With every passing minute, minutes that became an hour, then two, Vera’s need worsened. Her perfect full lip quivered and her tiny fist pressed tight between thighs – even though she knew, from many attempts, that she couldn’t satisfy herself. Only a man would do. A man with a big, rigid, cum-spouting cock!

At some point in Vera’s ordeal the television on the wall came to life. She gasped, but then she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the screen as a young, buxom woman began a demonstration of things Vera had never imagined. The video repeated, then repeated again and again – little Vera’s mind whirled as the video entwined with her desperate need for cum.

And just when the little girl was at the breaking point, Pastor Emilio unlocked the door.

“It’s time for your shift, slut,” the Pastor said. Vera gasped. ‘Slut’ was a naughty word! “I’m here to help you get you into your uniform,” he continued with a smile that made Vera even more frightened.

“Oh, Pastor Emilio,” Vera squeaked. “I…, I need…” She bit her lip, then continued. “Is my brother here? I really need my brother! Please?”

“I know perfectly well what you need, you little slut!” the Pastor barked. “But here at the Loli-Ranch, you have to earn what you need! You have to do exactly what you’re told, or you won’t get it.”

Vera’s eyes got very big in her pretty face. “But…, but..., oh, what do I have to do?”

“Whatever you’re told to do, slut!”

A few minutes later, Pastor Emilio led Vera down long hallways in her new ‘uniform:’ frilly, thigh-high white stockings held up by a lacy garter-belt, shiny black shoes, a matching black leather collar – and nothing else. They came to a doorway covered with a black curtain. Muffled music came through the thick curtains - indistinct, but vaguely familiar.

“You’re on shift for four hours, slut,” the Pastor said. “Then you’ll do a turn in your room.”

“Wha… what do I…?” But little Vera didn’t get to finish her question as her Pastor pushed her through the curtain, out onto a brightly lit, small stage, with a narrow catwalk that jutted out into the main floor of the strip club. Suddenly she recognized the loud music from the video they’d shown her. It was the music that lady had danced to, before she… Oh, gosh!

The lights were in her eyes and the room was smoky from cigarettes and cigars. The people in the room, all around her, were mere silhouettes, but she could feel their eyes caressing the expanse of her unblemished, bare white skin, her gorgeous child’s face and the perfect mounds of her sweet little cunny. Snatches of their comments, “fuck me,” “so young,” “hot!,” twined with the loud music. Men’s voices, all of them. Vera blushed with embarrassment; her lip quivered with fear. Instinctively, she tried to clutch Bear-Bear to her bare breast, but her poor stuffed friend was on his own, back in her cell.

All of that sudden, intense, male attention doubled the horrendous need that coursed through poor little Vera’s preteen body. Her little cunny visibly quivered with desire, sending a ripple of appreciation through her audience and deepening her pretty blush. ‘You have to earn what you need,’ she heard Pastor Emilio growl in her mind. So, she started dancing, like the lady in the video, gyrating her little body about, pushing her long brunette hair up above her head and letting it fall around her pretty face, licking her fully lips, and touching herself in places she knew a little girl wasn’t supposed to touch herself. But oh, she needed a cock so much!

The men went wild, and before long Vera was rewarded. A man halfway down the catwalk stepped into the light near the edge of the stage, and presented his hard, eager cock to Vera’s hungry eyes. He was old, much older than Daddy. Vera didn’t care – she just had to have his throbbing cock!

Vera rushed towards the proffered dick, headless of the hoots and jeers from the men. Since the stage was a couple of feet higher than the floor of the strip club, Vera had to drop to all fours to reach out for the teasing cock. But the awful old man stepped back, just out of her reach! “Please!” she cried out, and all the men laughed at her. She hadn’t ‘earned’ her reward yet!

Like the woman she’d been shown, the pretty child thrashed her head, throwing her gorgeous brunette hair from side to side. Like a wild animal in desperate heat – for that was exactly what she was – she crawled in circles on the narrow catwalk, arching her back and presenting her glistening, perfect little-girl pussy to their hungry eyes. “Please!” she moaned, again and again, as the men chortled and said nasty things about ‘the little slut.”

“Let’s see those pretty lips around this!” Vera heard from behind her. She wheeled around on her knees to find a different, big, bobbing dick just inches from her face. A wave of excited anticipation roiled about her as she wrapped a small hand around it and slipped her sensitive lips over the bulging head. The older man’s fingers twined into her long hair to pull her forward. ‘Please, please!’ she wanted to cry out, desperate for his cum, but her words would have been choked off by the thick pole of hot flesh that pushed deep in her mouth.

The humiliating jeers and laughter were almost as loud as the pounding music as Vera urgently gobbled the long, fat, old cock into her little mouth. But where was the wonderful flood of thick, gooey man-seed? Vera sucked, desperately. ‘Please!’ her young mind screamed. How could the innocent little girl understand what the crowd of church elders had in mind for her? How could she imagine the way they wanted to torment her? How could such a sweet naïve child understand the evil, pious desire to punish the child the men all considered a slut? And what better way to punish her than to deny her?

The thick cock was yanked away from Vera’s quivering lips before she could take the man over the edge and enjoy the bounty of his hot sperm. “Noooo! Let me suck you!” she cried out. The men laughed and jeered. There was nothing the poor, desperate little preteen could do, but go back to dancing, on her hands and knees. Her beautiful hair whipped from side to side. Her perfect, round little ass bounced up and down as she arched her back and thrust her little pussy at the laughing men.

Someone grasped Vera’s little hips from the other side of the narrow catwalk. A thick, throbbing cock-head was brought to the lips of her sopping, ready cunny. “Ahh, yes!” the little girl screamed. She spread her legs and thrust herself backwards to impale her needy sex on the man’s cock.

The music swelled. The beat hastened. The laughter rose. The man fucked little Vera hard and fast. But only long enough to drive her even wilder with lust. And before he could empty his balls in her tight, velvety embrace, he withdrew and left the little girl screaming for his cum.

It was torment. There were a dozen middle-aged and elderly men, hopped up on Viagra, who understood how to use the pretty little child’s extreme cum-addiction against her. First one by one and then, after a while, two by two, they let the little girl suck their dicks and take their cocks deep inside her, all the while laughing as she begged them to give her their hot seed. But every man knew just how long he could let the sweet thing suckle at his manhood before he had to withdraw to keep from cumming. Every evil one of them knew just how many times he could stroke his cock deep into her pussy without releasing the seed she so desperately needed.

Vera screamed, she pleaded, she begged. She was near to permanent insanity before the first of the men finally took pity on her and shot his cum down her tight throat. Instantly, with a flood of relief, she climaxed. And then the rush was on. Over the next hour, the dozen men filled the tiny girl’s mouth and pussy with their hot, thick seed as many times as they could. With every ejaculation, every hot spurt into her womb, Vera’s orgasm renewed, until all the men were spent and the exhausted little girl lay on the catwalk, in a pool of cum that had dripped from her mouth and cunny.

Vera spent three months at the Loli Ranch in the ‘tender’ care of the Elders of her church. She was forced into a wretched routine. For long stretches she was denied any of the cum she was now so terribly addicted to. Sometimes more than a day went by without it. She did everything she could to please them in a desperate hope that they would give her what she needed. When she wasn’t in her cell she served drinks in the club, where she was often subjected to rude attention and unwanted touches. She danced on the stage. She learned to give lap dances. She begged and pleaded. But it was always the same. Always they would let her desperate need grow and grow until she was nearly insane, then present her to a room full of Elders and their ‘guests.’

Sometimes she was made to repeat her performance on that first night, dancing out onto the catwalk to be tormented and then used as the center of a long, wild orgy. Other times, when it was finally time to get her needed cum, she would give a long series of lap dances, ten, twelve, even fifteen, each of them ending with her little pussy or ass filled to overflowing with Elder cum. There were also the long evenings when Vera wasn’t taken out into the strip club at all. Instead, she stayed in her cell and the men came to her, one, two, even three-at-a-time. These were the nights when she discovered what was kept in the locked box at the foot of her bed –ropes, cuffs, gags, plugs – and why the footboard and headboard of her little bed were so odd.

At least the poor child wasn’t alone. By the end of her stay at the Loli-Ranch, six other little girls were living the same nightmare as Vera – long periods of desperate need, punctuated by wild, overwhelming bouts of humiliating, orgiastic sex with multiple partners. But poor Vera was the youngest of these little girls, the prettiest, the most severely addicted, and, not surprisingly, the most popular.

Then one night, as Vera danced on the catwalk, desperately trying to entice someone to fuck her, all hell broke loose.

Even in our enlightened age, governments are slow – and they were no faster in the dark ages of the pandemic. But governments, once they get started moving are hard to stop. It took months for the governments of the world, still reeling from the catastrophes of the pandemic, to recognize what was going on under their very noses – and months more for the politics of the day to play out and let them do anything about it. But the reports of their own intelligence agencies, the wild theories spreading across social media, and the groundswell of calls for help from distraught members of the public and schools everywhere could not be denied. Executive orders were delivered. Scientists and doctors were called in to advise. The military was prepared and given their orders. And all at once the governments acted.

At this point we must warn the student of history that the next phase of the transition from pre-pandemic vaccine to the new society we all cherish and enjoy today, a phase that is not often included in information provided to the general public, will likely be quite shocking. At the time, governments used the media to focus attention on the many private groups – churches, synagogues, clubs and other organizations – who had succumbed to the charms of the many young LLC sufferers and taken advantage of them in places similar to the Loli-Ranch. There were thousands of similar institutions. Public sentiment was harsh, swift and often violent – and the vehemence served as the perfect smokescreen for the hasty, covert actions of government.

In a huge rush, massive military-based installations were converted for use and manned with every available soldier or guardsman. Scientists and doctors were recruited, often without sufficient psychological screening. And the little girls were gathered together by the thousands with one purpose in mind: find a cure for the Loli-Lust Complex. We know that this was madness, but we can be impressed by the rapidity and sheer magnitude of the attempt.

We mustn’t judge too harshly. It is hard for us to understand just how traumatic the Loli-Lust Complex was to the people of that age, how deeply it went against the ingrained morals of the time. They truly considered the LLC some kind of disease, something that must be cured! We must forgive them for their shortsightedness. We must rejoice that they did not spiral deeper and deeper, but instead, eventually, they moved society towards the utopia we enjoy today.

The doors of the Loli-Ranch burst open. Vera screamed in frustration as the man who gripped her little hips let go of her, then screamed again at the frightening noise of twenty-five heavily armed soldiers charging into the room. Pandemonium ensued as Elders sought escape, little girls squealed with fright, soldiers pointed rifles and demanded everyone down and little Vera desperately grabbed at someone else’s erect cock.

Soon enough, seven mostly naked preteen beauties found themselves bundled into the back of a military transport along with a dozen soldiers. The frightened little girls were shackled for their own ‘protection.’ But no-one had properly predicted the strength of the little girls’ pheromones, with seven of them enclosed in the cramped space. The effect on the normally lusty young male soldiers was profound. The handcuffed little girls screamed with orgasmic delight all the way to their destination – an old military hospital, quickly converted into a research facility dedicated to finding a cure for the Loli-Lust Complex.

Vera clutched Bear-Bear close to her bare chest as she and the other little girls were led into the building, cum dripping from their recently used, tight pussies. Vera was so glad to have Bear-Bear! It was a blessing that the men at the Loli-Ranch had decided they liked playing with her even more as she trembled with her favorite stuffed animal in her arms. She didn’t know what she would do without him!

Once in the building, Vera was shocked at the number of little girls in row after row of identical hospital beds. Scores of them! Maybe hundreds. As she was marched down the long row of beds under the harsh, artificial light, her eyes went wide. All the little girls had cuffs around their wrists and ankles, cuffs that kept them bound to their beds! They all wore identical short hospital gowns. Vera was halted by her two soldier escorts at an empty bed. She bit her lip, but she didn’t complain as the two men carefully helped her into her gown, then cuffed her into her bed, both of them touching her a great deal more than strictly necessary.

Over the next hours, more of the identical beds filled up with pretty young girls. Then the lights went out. The entire facility was under strict military protocols, with guards at every door. Like all the little girls, Vera lay in her bed in the dark, confused, frightened and unable to sleep. Whispers around the long dormitory brought barking commands for quiet.

The next day the scientific tests began. The little girls, who ranged from seven to fifteen, were quickly separated into groups based on the intensity of their individual cum-addiction and the strength of the pheromones they generated. These tests were necessarily crude - involving hundreds of eager volunteers from the squadrons of soldiers who manned the military complex - but surprisingly effective. With each test, little Vera was shunted towards the group of young girls with the most acute cum-addiction, the strongest pheromones, and the prettiest young faces and bodies. The hundreds of little girls were soon separated into groups of no more than a dozen with each group assigned to a different research team. Sweet little Vera and her Bear-Bear found themselves at the center of the final group, the most severe cases of LLC in all the hundreds of children. They were assigned to the research team led by Dr. X.

The real experiments started the next day. The scientists and doctors were flying blind, and they meant well, but they were determined to find a cure for the LLC. Given the military involvement, there were also always technicians and researchers on the lookout for ways to turn the LLC to defensive or offensive advantage. From the first, Vera’s group of nine little girls, was considered a lost cause. And therefore, any experiment whatsoever, no matter how cruel or dangerous, perverted or deviant, was considered fair game.

Across all the various research groups, scientists quickly established many facts about the LLC. First, the little girls were physically addicted to cum. Moreover, to quench their addictive need, the cum must be delivered “naturally,” so to speak. Simply feeding the children sperm, or using artificial means to inseminate them would not help with their wretched symptoms of withdrawal. Further research, consistent across all groups, established the strength of the pheromones the children produced, proving that the most acute cases could attract a man, even the most stalwart, from fifty yards. As the child’s need increased, so too did the power of her attraction. Fortunately, this assisted in generating large numbers of volunteers for the experiments to come.

There were also experiments related to size, repeated again and again with different groups of the little girls. All initial evidence suggested a surprising result – little girls with the LLC could handle quite large cocks, in every orifice. A search amongst thousands of soldiers turned up some truly magnificent examples of male endowment. These soldiers were assigned full time to establishing that the subjects could, indeed handle huge insertions, to a surprising depth, without damage. MRI, X-ray and CAT-scans were all used map the amazing physical changes the little girls had undergone that had made this possible. Not surprising, Vera’s group of little girls showed the most profound physical changes.

After the initial waves of experimentation, experiments with Vera’s group of acute cases became rather more severe than those in the run-of-the-mill groups. In one of the next experiments, Vera’s group was divided into three groups of three – a control group of three little girls who would continue to be provided with sex once or twice a day from the legions of volunteers. A second group of three would be denied sex entirely for five days. And the final group, including frightened little Vera, would be provided with sex non-stop, around-the-clock, for the entire five-day period. Military volunteers were lined up around the building to participate.

Vera clutched Bear-Bear to her chest as the first soldier came down on top of her. The man moaned at the ecstasy of sliding his throbbing cock into her tight little pussy as her pheromones washed over him. It wasn’t long before she arched her back in orgasm as the soldier unloaded his gun into her warm womb. She gasped when the soldier was replaced by another seconds later. She barely had a break from one climax to the next. This routine was repeated, then repeated again and again and… With only the briefest of pauses for food and other bodily needs, Vera was fucked continuously for five straight days.

The experiment was a disaster. Of the little girls who were denied sex, all three went insane. They had to be removed from the group. The little girls in Vera’s group didn’t fare much better. After three days of continuous fucking, one of the poor girls lapsed into a coma. A second girl lasted four days before she, too, was in a coma. Only little Vera, barely, made it to the end of the ordeal. The two girls in comas didn’t recover for months. The scientists theorized that somehow Bear-Bear had made the difference for Vera. But at least the experiment indicated, as later verified with other experiments, that the LLC could not be ‘cured’ through either deprivation or overstimulation. Little Vera was just as addicted to cum as she had been since the beginning.

No closer to finding a cure, the scientists and doctors across all the groups turned to experiments with drugs, physical therapies, herbs, acupuncture and other protocols. Dozens of other groups of little girls suffered all manner of indignities, all to no avail. But the remaining four girls in Vera’s group were special, and the researchers pinned great hopes on what they could learn from them.

As it turned out, the lead scientist in charge of Vera’s diminished group, Dr. X, was one of the men who had been insufficiently vetted by government psychologists. Dr. X had certain proclivities that he had always managed to keep hidden and under control – but after weeks of constant exposure to the pheromones of sweet Vera and her equally intoxicating group members, the man went quietly mad. In his madness, he gave in to his secret desires.

Dr. X proposed to his research group that they discover whether or not it was only the active application of human sperm that could satisfy the addictions of those suffering from the LLC. Could animal sperm, perhaps, have the same benefit?

The other researchers were appalled by this line of investigation – but they could not overrule Dr. X. Experiments were set up. Results would be obtained. Huge crowds gathered to observe.

There were only four girls left in Vera’s group; Miranda, eleven; Aisha, ten; Tomiko, also ten; and little Vera, eight. Miranda and Aisha were chosen as the control group for the first phase of the new experiment and for the next week they continued, as usual, to enjoy their thrice-daily assignations with randy, happy soldiers. This left Aisha and Vera as the two little girls expected to instead get her thrice-daily cum from a group of large German Shepherds: bomb-sniffing military dogs who were more than happy to assist in the research. In the interest of science, Dr. X insisted that for their own safety, the subjects should be bound helpless, one on her hands and knees, and the other on her back, while each was coupled with the big canines. Dr. X was particularly insistent that every possibility was considered – vaginal, oral and anal entry points must each be tried, repeatedly. Over the course of the week-long experiment, he even insisted on having the subjects work with two canines at a time. Every conceivable combination was tried. The dogs were more than happy to comply with the doctor’s desires. The crowds of onlookers grew and grew.

The initial phase of the experiment was a huge success; the two little girls in the canine portion of the experiment showed unequivocally that dog sperm was easily as effective as human sperm in meeting their needs. Indeed, both little girls were eager to have the six big dogs added to their rotation of daily ‘donors,’ even after the experiment was done. Vera became particularly fond of a strapping young Shepherd named Buck and his soldier handler, Jason, who were both very adept at helping Vera achieve the orgasmic releases she required so often – especially when dog and handler worked in tandem. The two of them somehow managed to monopolize much of Vera’s ‘need.’

Buoyed by this triumph, Dr. X excitedly moved onto the next phase of the experiment. For phase two, Aisha and Tomika were chosen as the control group, leaving little Vera and eleven-year-old blonde beauty Miranda as the subjects destined to be coupled with a second type of animal.

As it turned out, sheep sperm does not satisfy the needs of the LLC. No matter how many times either child was bound in the sheep-shearing pen, while some horny ram pressed down on her back, wormed his long cock deep into her tight cunny and filled her with pints of hot, thin seed, she was never satisfied. Always the little girl begged for one of the on-looking soldiers or researchers to jump in and give her what she needed. Phase two of the experiment was tortuous and had to be ended after only two days, for the safety of the subjects. But at least phase two had eliminated rams entirely.

Phase three of the mad doctor’s experiment, using Vera and Aisha as the subjects, while Miranda and Tomiko were the control group was just as definitively negative as phase two. Goat sperm does not satisfy little girls in the throes of the LLC, no matter how many different goats ride their backs and thrust their thin cocks into the little girls’ cunts. Phase four of the experiment, where Vera and Tomiko were paired again as the subjects – was just as unequivocal: no matter how much sperm a boar ejaculated into the womb or mouth or even anus of little Vera or her partner Tomiko, neither child was ever satisfied. Boars were out.

Undeterred, Dr. X moved forward. Even negative experimental results were results. At least they had established that the little girls’ pheromones attracted ram, goats and boars as well as they attracted dogs and men. Surely that was worth something!

Given the complexity of phase five of the experiment, Aisha, Miranda and Tomiko were all allowed to remain in the control group, and only little Vera was chosen as a subject for the next pairing. It hardly seemed fair that Vera was never in the control group, but this was the direct decision of Dr. X, whose burning eyes hardly ever left the gorgeous figure of his youngest subject. People were beginning to seriously wonder about the doctor’s sanity.

Vera was desperate for cum by the time the researchers started to strap her into a strange device. Frightened, she cried out for Bear-Bear, but Dr. X wouldn’t hear of contaminating his experiment with the presence of her faithful companion. She couldn’t understand why there was so much soft padding where her shoulders pressed against the stockade that fit close around her neck and small wrists. Why was she being held like this, bent at the waist, with her legs forced wide and her ankles cuffed? What was that strange snuffling and clopping she heard behind her? Gosh, why wouldn’t someone fuck her and give her what she needed!? OH! What was… AGHHH!

The stallion investigated the strange smell the small child was giving off by snuffling his cold, velvety nose against the puffy, small slit between her legs. He was surprised that she smelled so good, but he couldn’t deny that she was making him very horny. He whinnied and tossed his long mane, excited. He shivered as his cock dropped from its sheath and began to swell under his belly. It stiffened and dangled uncomfortably, driving him to look at the confusing child as if she was the mare his brain desired. He couldn’t resist that smell!

Excited murmurs from the onlookers and unrecognizable, bestial sounds from behind her, made little Vera acutely aware of something important and dangerous. She tensed and strained at the stocks that held her wrists and neck. She could do little more than waggle her cute ass in front of the small stallion’s gaze. She heard Dr. X say “That’s clear proof, gentlemen. She’s excited the equine!” She didn’t know what an equine was, but the thought that she’d excited it was both exhilarating and terrifying. It sounded so big! What was it… “AGGHH! NO! WHAT?”

The equine in question was rather small, for a horse, but bigger than a mere pony. His erect, throbbing cock was twenty inches long and over three inches thick, flaring at the business end to over four inches. Increasingly overwhelmed by Vera’s potent pheromones, which seemed to be nearly universal at exciting males of any species, the horse was nearly as desperate as the small child was. It no longer mattered that she didn’t look like a mare, that she was held fast in some strange construction – he simply had to fuck something!

The stallion reared up. His chest came down on a rounded platform built of solid wood covered with padded leather. Just beneath the platform, Vera’s glistening, ready cunny was perfectly positioned. He thrust. He blindly searched for her entrance, whinnying, shifting about on his rear hooves, and gripping the sides of the leather platform. His desperation grew by the second.

Vera screamed in terror when the huge horse cock found her tiny pussy. She had no hope of escape. The thick head of the cock spread her open. A gasp of wonder spread around the crowd of researchers and other observers. Vera screamed even louder. The cock forced her open, wider and wider. It thrust inside her, farther and farther. She was stretched to a limit no one could imagine, but she managed to take the horse’s huge penis into her body. Not all of it, of course, not by any means, but still – to every onlooker in the observation area, and to the hundreds watching on camera – it was clear that the horse was fucking the little girl, and fucking her hard.

The horse knew only that a foot of his long cock was in the tight embrace of something special, something wonderful. He adjusted his position and took up a fast, hard pace. With every thrust, Vera grunted loudly. She clenched her little fists until they turned white. Her shoulders slammed again and again into the soft padding. She pushed up on her tiptoes, arching her back to let the animal fuck her just that little bit deeper. And then she screamed with ecstasy as the horse let loose a torrent of hot, thin cum into her insides. She climaxed right along with him as her belly visibly swelled.

Once again, to the amazed chattering of her audience, Vera Samples passed out with a beautiful smile on her innocent young face.

Dr. X declared the initial discovery that LLC ‘patients’ could be satisfied by both dogs and horses a great success. But experimental results must, of course, be repeated before they could be accepted – and so several other groups of little girls were coupled to horses and dogs over the ensuing weeks. Further experimentation with Vera’s group discovered no other animals that could satisfy the little girls except, not surprisingly, chimpanzees. Since there were so few captive chimpanzees available, this discovery was not seen as particularly helpful. It wasn’t until Dr. X was removed from his position as lead researcher, after the full extent of his proclivities were understood (based on his demands for the construction of a dolphin tank in the laboratory), that it was deemed that the use of horses was probably also not particularly practical.

But by that time, the pressure from the general public and the family members of the thousands and thousands of little girls housed in the various governmental facilities around the world, was beginning to come to a head. It was time for something to change. Little Vera Samples had only a few more weeks to be held captive in the government research facility.

The military research institutes that housed hundreds of thousands of little girls around the globe appear to us, from our future advantage, as horrible mistakes in which callous atrocities were performed on innocent children – but the student of history must understand their importance. Not every researcher was as mad and overwhelmed as Dr. X (although quite a few were). Serious scientific understanding of the LLC jumped leagues forward in record time. And governments that had learned their lessons the hard way during the great pandemic listened to the scientists! It is important to understand what a critical juncture this was in the swift rebuilding of society that followed.

Even so, the scientist kept the message simple – for the leaders of government as well as the population at large: The Loli-Lust Complex could not be cured – it could only be treated. And the only effective treatment was clear: a change to society, acceptance, abandonment of antiquated taboos, and the administration of the loving support the little girls all needed.

Everywhere, the people and the leaders listened. They came together, stopped fighting and haranguing, and accepted.

One other critical turning point in the evolution of our society occurred at the same time that governments were getting ready to abandon the LLC research facilities – but it is a story that has escaped most histories. Some background is required to understand this story, in which our little Vera Samples played an important part.

It may be hard for today’s student of history to imagine, but at the time of the Covid vaccines there were many millions of people who did not want to be vaccinated. The onset of the Loli-Lust Complex, clearly tied to the vaccines, had diminished even further the numbers of the vaccine willing. Many millions of little girls had not been vaccinated and now their parents were extremely reluctant.

Vaccination was the only way to beat the virus, but vaccination caused the LLC! What was to be done? Debates in the halls of government were intense. Looking back, we would like to think that it was rational discourse that turned the tide of the decision – but it was not. Instead, the manufacturers of the various vaccines, motivated by the huge profits at stake, realized they could use the not-yet-closed LLC research facilities to swing the decision to their advantage.

Rumors flew around the dormitories that the research facility was soon to be closed. Most of the research projects wound down and the children had more time on their hands. Speculation about what they would do with the many little girls drove nightmares and excitement in equal measure. Some of the soldiers enjoyed frightening their little paramours with stories of Loli-brothels even worse than the Loli-Ranch. But most of the soldiers had grown very fond of the sweet children and tried to reassure them that better times were coming.

Vera lay in the arms of Jason, with Buck resting his tired, furry head on her thigh. “I’m scared, Jason,” she said, then clutched her quivering lip between pearly little teeth.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Jason whispered. He stroked the pretty child’s long brunette locks. “Buck and I won’t let anything happen to you.”

But Jason couldn’t know that a mere day later, the halls of the LLC research facility would be filled with the curious eyes of a hundred government leaders – all of them middle aged men, of course – all intent on a fact-finding mission arranged and financed by pharmaceutical lobbyists.

As preparation for the visit, Vera and the rest of her research group, Aisha, Tomika, and Miranda, had been sequestered for a day. Another group of six little girls, LLC cases nearly as severe as Vera’s group, were also sequestered. Denied their usual visits from the many men and dogs who would have happily kept them satisfied, the ten little girls were near to insanity with their addictive need. They were all placed together in a sealed room, their pheromones blasting out as their withdrawal heightened, filling every nook and cranny of the space. Ten, wide-eyed, desperate and gorgeous little girls looked up as the delegation of government leaders were led into the room by representatives of two of the major pharmaceutical companies.

Few of the men had been face to face with a child in the grips of the Loli-Lust Complex. The few who had vaccinated daughters or granddaughters would certainly never admit, publicly, what had gone on behind closed doors. But none of the men involved had ever been anywhere near cases of the LLC as acute as Vera and her little friends.

Politics is often carried out behind closed doors, and in the shadows of secrecy – but even then, it is a matter of give and take, compromise, debate – an exercise in power, guile and cleverness. What ensued that day was the first and last time in modern, recorded history when politics was conducted via orgy.

Sealed into the room with the four little girls, the pharmaceutical reps having locked the doors and fled, the men were quickly overwhelmed by the intoxicating chemicals that wafted from every square inch of perfect, nubile skin. Vera’s simple hospital gown disappeared quickly as she was lifted into the arms of a suddenly amorous lawmaker. She was deaf to the cries of the other little girls as they, too, were surrounded by eager men. Zippers were opened, pants were dropped, poles of excited flesh were stroked. Another man crowded in behind Vera as the first man found the entrance to her warm, tight cunny and slid her slowly down his throbbing cock. A hairy chest pressed into her from behind and then, after some frantic fumbling, her little ass was happily filled with more bulging, hot dick. Her nine pretty friends were similarly occupied – sandwiched between glassy-eyed, thrusting, laboring older men – while so many more jostled about, eager for their turns with the amazing little sex toys.

Vera’s back arched between the two chest-heaving men who filled her young body with the hot cum she so desperately needed. Her orgasm was still in full swing as one, and then the other, were swiftly replaced by other horny lawmakers. She moaned. Her compatriots moaned. The men moaned. But above all the keening moans of ecstasy, a background of excited conversation broke out amongst the men as more and more of them discovered the joy of leaving their seed in the amazing, tight little girls. There were some who held out against the vaccines, argued against the sheer enormity of what they would mean, but fewer and fewer of those voices rang out as more and more of the men succumbed to the charms of the little girls and their potent pheromones.

Political debates can take many hours, and this debate was no exception. Six hours went by as the men argued and pontificated and fucked the little girls, often three at a time. But at the end, exhausted and extremely satisfied, the decision was made by acclimation.

Neither Vera nor the hundred lawmakers knew, yet, that similar ‘debates’ had been arranged at similar facilities in every major capitol around the world.

Three days later, mostly recovered from their part in the debate, Vera and the other little girls were allowed to watch the big news that was announced to the world, in every major capitol: Henceforth, the Covid vaccine was mandatory for all children under the age of seventeen. Governments would move quickly to create new laws, abolish old laws and create an infrastructure to support the expected onslaught of new cases of the Loli-Lust Complex. The world must be prepared for an estimated three hundred million sexually needy little girls.

It was another week before Vera and her Bear-Bear were returned to the bosom of her family. The little girl entered her home with great trepidation. She understood how deep her need was. She remembered the toll she’d taken on her poor family when they tried to take care of her before. She was terrified of what they would think of her after all the terrible things she’d done and been a part of.

But Vera should not have worried. Her home was different – her home was to be an example of the changes needed for a new society to embrace the coming waves of the Loli-Lust Complex. Vera’s family had eagerly accepted their role in helping the world understand how to build a new and better future.

Not only were there smiles awaiting the little girl as she came back to her home – there were surprises as well. Daddy, mother, brother – all were happy and glad to see her. But there were others. Mr. Henry was there, beaming! She ran to him, jumped into his arms and kissed him hard as the room burst into laughter. When at least he put her down she turned to find Chad, the smiling nurse who’d been so very kind to her. Turning again, she found Jason, looking so handsome in his uniform, flanked by another soldier she remembered from the facility. And between the soldiers sat Buck, waiting patiently with his thick red rocket just peeking from its furry sheath. Mr. Henry, Chad, Jason, Jason’s best friend Marvin and Buck had all come to join Daddy and Vince as Vera’s new support structure. All of them were there to make sure that the sweet little girl lovingly received all the hot cum she needed – every day – as long as she needed it. Never again would their favorite little girl have to suffer indignities or fright; her new Loli-Pod was here to take care of her.

As joyous as they all were – and Vera and her Loli-Pod had a long and joyous time together over the next dozen years – none of them could have known that they were the vanguard of a whole new way of life.

The term ‘Loli-Pod,’ which is still in vogue today, although it is often frowned upon, caught on very quickly. It became the symbol of the huge economic recovery that was fueled by a global society preparing for a wave of hundreds of millions of new cases of the Loli-Lust Complex. “I ‘heart’ my Loli-Pod” bumper stickers could be found from Albania to Zambia, from Abu Dhabi to Zagreb.

Of course, there were many upheavals along the way. An entire world doesn’t change in a day. There was strife. There were hardships. Not every group was convinced to let go of antiquated taboos and religious strictures. But a new way of life emerged – a kinder, happier way of life – as more and more people across the globe settled in to a new daily existence that included frequent, energetic bouts of love-making with beautiful little girls. Who had the need, or even the energy, for strife, when such happiness could be found in your Loli-Pod? Who could stick to their bible thumping or rant ad nauseam of sharia in the presence of so many beautiful children and their intoxicating chemicals? The permanent change to a better world, the world we all enjoy today, was inevitable. Nothing could stand in the way of the LLC. Especially once the world learned the full and final truth of the changes wrought by the Loli-Lust Complex.

Those who studied the complex in its early days predicted that the changes to society, however welcome, would be temporary. Once the virus was eradicated, there would be no excuse to continue vaccinating the world’s youth. New cases of the LLC would stop. No one predicted just how wrong these early researchers would turn out to be. Looking back from our place in their future, knowing as we do how much better our society is today, we can be grateful that they were wrong – grateful that their basic premise was in error.

The first thing they learned was just how very fecund the little girls of the LLC were. From the age of twelve onwards, until the LLC finally passed in their late teens, the little girls were highly likely to become pregnant, often multiple times. Loli-Pods increased in size as they took on the work of caring for infants even as they cared for their Lolis. And at the same time, the birth rate amongst older women plummeted, an unpredicted side-effect of the LLC that is still not fully understood to this day. Birth rates were steady, but nearly all births occurred in the ranks of the LLC.

It took over half a decade for the final truth to come to light, and by then it was too late. It was only as the first wave of babies of the first generation of the LLC approached what we now call ‘the age of transition,’ that anyone began to understand. None of those children had been vaccinated. There was no need. And yet, at about the age of seven, all of them, every last girl, succumbed to the Loli-Lust Complex. The truth was finally revealed: The Loli-Lust Complex was hereditary! The LLC was now a permanent fixture of the human race – a matter of evolution – and our saving grace.

For most of our history, the human race knew war, famine, pestilence, and suffering. For many years, we were on the brink of self-destruction – nuclear proliferation, jihad, pollution, climate change, resource depletion. Today, thanks to the Loli-Lust Complex, with an entire world dedicated to the care and happiness of each generation of our wonderful, perfect little girls – we have no time for these self-destructive propensities. Our motivations are pure. Our climate has been restored. Our energies go into making each and every little girl as happy and content as she can be, with all the warm, loving cum she needs.

And now you, the student of history, can finally understand how our very race, the race of man, was saved by a simple vaccine, the vaccine that brought about the Loli-Lust Complex.

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