Soldier Boy and the Surrogates - A Melodrama

-by Alvo Torelli, March, 2018

(Mg, Mf, inc, preg, con(?))

Author's note: This story was written for a contest on Piper's Domain and it's an attempt to write something a bit different. I hope you like it!

Part One.

"Hey there, Soldier Boy."

I hear the throaty, sultry growl, even as I feel a weight join me on the bed. But the naive, innocent thirteen-year-old girl advancing on me can't actually pull off the sexy voice she was going for - instead she comes across as scared and uncertain. I feel my cock tighten in my boxers, because the truth is that her failure to be sultry is incredibly sexy. And fuck me, this little girl is so sexy to start with. In the dimly lit room I can see well enough to watch her misguided attempt to look like she's prowling as she crawls slowly across the bed. Her long, curling black hair, big black eyes and dangling, impressive breasts are all a far cry from the gawky eleven-year-old I'd known before I left the neighborhood more than two years ago. But weak man that I am the thing that really gets to me, the thing that keeps me from telling her 'no,' is the large baby-laden bulge of her stomach, almost dragging across the bedsheets as she advances on me like a panther.

I'm only human. I reach out and cup the back of her neck, pulling her face down to mine so that I can deeply kiss her broad, full lips. She settles in, half beside me and half on top and grips my t-shirt in one small hand. Her huge pregnant belly presses against me through the thin layers of her nightgown and my t-shirt. Perhaps it's her nervous, scared energy that triggers it, but I feel the baby kick! Excited, I kiss her harder. This is insane. She's just a child. But I am so hot for her. I haven't been with a woman for months and now this incredibly attractive young girl is practically begging me. Her pregnant belly just makes her that much more beautiful.

After a few minutes of torrid kissing, exploring her full lips, each of us struggling to dominate and enjoy the other's tongue, I manage to push myself up until I'm sitting and she is kneeling next to me. I break the kiss off to lift the flimsy nightgown over her head. I love the way she trembles when she realizes that a man is taking in the perfection of her nude, gravid body. She blushes and it's beautiful. Her swollen breasts are amazing and I want to dive into them, but suddenly she's trying to get my t-shirt over my head. The shirt is tight over my chest and the muscles of my arms, so the little girl has to struggle to pull it upwards. We both start to giggle just after she squeals with frustration and gives up. I pull the shirt off and kiss her again, with her beautiful, heaving breasts pressed to my bare chest.

Her dark eyes are so big, filled with desire and fear in equal parts.

I've known her all her life. I remember when she was just a squawking, wriggling baby. But I never imagined her as this amazing, sexual being in my arms, filled with warm, wonderful life - her life and another's.

I want her so much. Rising to my knees I twist around until I'm behind her, pressed against her back with my arms wrapped around her small body and my nose nestled into her thick, long curls. She gives out a gasp that sounds of fear, anticipation and exhilaration all at the same time. Her left breast fills my hand and she arches her back in response, giving off another little barking moan. I knead the soft flesh and gently roll the enlarged, hard nipple between thumb and finger. Her breast must be incredibly sensitive and she twists wildly. The tiny glands in the nipple give off a drop of fluid that I bring to her lips and let her taste before I start fondling her other breast. The child is already shivering in my arms like a woman in the throes of orgasm. The intensity of her response is unlike anything I've ever seen - and it makes me nearly feverish with desire for her.

The child presses back into me as I continue to play with her breasts, one after the other. I gently bite the edge of her ear and she squeaks like a dog-toy. But she grabs my other hand and pulls it to her distended belly. The palm of my hand strokes slowly across the odd, wonderful bulge. It's striking how different the stretched skin feels - almost like warm, curved glass. But it must be incredibly sensitive since she pushes her head back, twisting and cradling it into my neck as I rub the swollen belly. She tries to stifle her growing moans against my skin. Even with the intensity of her trembling I feel the baby move again and a wave of astonishment courses through me.

I am so hard.

I twist my head, straining to kiss her again. I hold her even tighter and continue to stimulate her unmercifully as her young, gravid body responds with stronger and stronger tremors of lustful pleasure.

Six hours earlier:

"Yo! Soldier boy, you are lookin' ripped, muthafuka!" my best friend, Manuel, barked as I stepped off the bus. It was nice to have a familiar face there to great me. Two and a half years away from the hood was a long time. "Fuckin' army make you into a man, boy, a man!"

I couldn't help laughing at Manuel. A year older than me, he'd always acted like I was a little kid - right up to the day when I enlisted. "Yeah, asshole, I could bench press you now!" I said and then I hugged the shit out of him. I didn't want him to see I was nearly in tears. I'd really missed my hood.

"What the fuck is that?" I asked Manuel as he drove us past a new, shining facility on eighth street. It looked completely out of place in my rundown neighborhood and stood on the site of what I remembered had been a sleazy strip club called 'Hot Mamas 'R Us.' The new building was all white and lit up like a hospital. When we rounded the corner onto Polk I read the neon over the big glass front doors, 'South Side Fertility Clinic.'

"Just the savior of the hood, bro!" Manuel said. "Opened right after you abandoned us to go play soldier. Best thing that..."

"I did not go PLAY soldier, fuckhead!" I interrupted my best friend, losing my temper. I was still having trouble with anger management. I took a deep breath and let it out slowly, like I'd been taught. By the time I'd calmed enough to see straight, the fancy, bright new clinic was a block behind us and I went back to looking forward to seeing my family.

"Sorry, dude," Manuel said quietly and we drove the rest of the way in silence.

The rows of rundown apartment buildings, the ugly little strip malls, the homeless men hanging around an oil drum fire and the hookers in the usual places all streamed by. It was all so familiar, almost comforting. It was home. I was home. Maybe now I could find some peace.

As he parked in front of the crappy building where my parents had a fourth floor apartment, Manuel asked, "You wanna crash at my place, bro, or at your folks? Your ex is around too - but she's been seeing that fuck-face Jerrod for about six months. You want I can come back and pick you up in a bit."

"Thanks, man, I'll be good here tonight. Then I'll start looking for my own place."

"That's cool. Don't be a stranger, Soldier Boy. I've missed you." Manuel said and smiled wryly. I could see I was forgiven for yelling at him, and I could hear the respect in his voice. After two and a half years of active duty, I really was pretty ripped, and Manuel knew my time in the army hadn't been easy. We were good.

I grabbed my duffel, everything I owned in the world, and headed to climb the three flights of stairs. As I passed the elevator it dinged and opened. I gaped at it. My whole life that fucking elevator had never worked! But habit is hard to break. I trudged up the stairs anyway, my boots echoing up the empty stairwell.

I could smell home wafting over the hot summer breeze before I even got to the apartment. No one cooks like mama. The odor of fresh tortillas and chile sauce calmed my nerves like nothing had in months. I stopped just outside the wide open door to my parents apartment and let the amazing, soothing fragrances of my youth make me feel eighteen again, like the last two and half years had never happened. Yeah - I was definitely home, at least for this moment.

"Ola!" I called out, stepping through the door. "Anyone home?"

"Ay-eee!" mama screamed and then rounded the corner with a big spoon in her hand. I was in a bear hug before I could even respond.

"Good to see you too, mama," I said and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead. In her loving arms, the sense of being home, that nothing had changed, settled over my psyche. But almost at once, even before I let go of mama, I started to notice things that didn't fit. I was home, but something was off.

Papa joined us in the little entryway with a big smile on his face. As he reached out for a warm, manly handshake I saw a fancy, golden watch on his wrist. Papa couldn't possibly afford such a thing, not even a knock-off. I shook it off and shook his hand with pleasure.

We headed into the living room and immediately I noticed the old, threadbare sofa was gone, replaced by a big, cushion-strewn leather monstrosity that looked brand new. And the old standard television had been replaced by an immense flat-screen. Everywhere I looked there were signs that papa's fortunes must have taken a big change for the better. But how? What was going on? God, I hoped he wasn't playing the horses again.

"Papa!" I started, "You must be doing pretty good. Look at all this..." I trailed off into stunned silence.

My twelve-year-old sister Isabella had just come running into the living room from down the hall. Her face beamed with excitement to see me. Even as I stared at her, horrified, my nine-year-old sister Valentina came around from behind her with her own huge, excited smile. Both of them slowly lost their smiles and took on looks of confusion as they saw how shocked and appalled I was.

Both of my sisters were hugely pregnant, at least eight months along!

A low, desperate mewling escapes the child's mouth as I nibble her neck and milk her overly sensitive, engorged breast. I pull her back tighter to my chest so that my free hand can glide over her taut, extended stomach and then down, down, through a tiny patch of wispy thin hair until my fingers surround her incredibly swollen, warm pussy. She's so aroused and wet that her outer lips are already damp. Her mewling despair doubles when my finger slips between her lips and dips into the inner wetness. So warm and tight and inviting. My tongue traces the edge of her jaw, up towards her ear where I nibble at her again. Two fingers now, deeper, trace the contours of her private, hidden cavern. Unbelievably, I can feel the physical proof of her virginity despite the visible evidence to the contrary - the huge swelling of her gravid stomach. My arm feels the baby kick again - with my fingers I lightly stroke the thin membrane inside her cunt that proves she's never been with a man. It's impossible. She's a miracle. She's my miracle, in more ways than one. She's perfect.

"Querida," I whisper into her ear and I feel a wave of emotion that rolls down her perfect body from her gasping lips to the pussy that tightens around my probing fingers. I let go of her breast and concentrate on the smooth, stretched skin of her belly, circling around it over and over in time with my pulsing strokes through her young pussy and over the swollen hood of her clitoris. I'm torturing her, I know. But I can't help it, She reacts so strongly, with such intense need.

I move forward, pressing into the girl with my shoulders. She's forced to her hands and knees and I press even harder, dominating her, desperate to rut with her fine, quivering body. I can tell that the press of my body against hers, as I stimulate her cunt and her distended belly, is driving her to the edge. She whimpers; she begs. I redouble my attention to her clit and sweep through her sopping pussy again, then suddenly attack one of her ponderous, weeping breasts. I press her down, my hot skin burning along the length of her back, forcing her to my will.

The little girl, all thirteen years of her, erupts into an energetic, magnificent climax. She gives off small, panting grunts of pleasure and fear and she squeezes her little fists around twisted handfuls of her mother's flowery sheets. Somehow I know it's the first orgasm of the sweet child's young life, despite the miracle of her gravid virginity.

Five hours earlier:

I'll spare you the twenty minutes of yelling and screaming, in at least two languages. In fact I don't remember very much of it. As everyone in the room tried to explain to me, louder and louder and all at once, that everything was fine, that I was being unreasonable and judgmental and stupid I just got angrier and angrier at the sight of my two beautiful sisters, pregnant, until I completely lost my shit - which is not a pretty sight and dangerous for everyone. I exploded. I scared the crap out of my mama and my little sisters. I shoved papa and he shoved back. When I shoved him a second time he went head over heels, taking an armchair with him. I stormed out of the apartment, raced back down the god damn stairs, past the elevator, and disappeared into the evening darkness.

I wanted to hit something! How in the fuck did my two sweet little sisters get knocked up? How did a nine-year-old even get knocked up? It didn't make any sense. Why weren't mama and papa out hunting down the fucking bastard shit face idiots who'd done this to my sisters! OOOOH! FUCK! FUCK! I slammed the palm of my hand into a parking meter nearly hard enough to snap it off.

Eventually I got my anger under control enough to remember a couple of things papa or mama had yelled at me. One was 'fertility clinic.' The other was 'virgin.' Everything else was mixed up in my head. Still, I couldn't believe that my parents had allowed both of my preteen sisters to get pregnant. Thinking about it just got my blood pressure going again. I had to calm down!

I decided to see if the dilapidated coffee shop I used to hang out at, years ago, was still in operation. I swung around the corner onto eleventh, walking slowly. I saw a woman I knew come out of the neighborhood grocery store, my mother's friend Elena. She had a full sack of groceries in one arm and she held the hand of her young daughter, whose name I couldn't quite remember. The little girl wasn't more than seven. And the child was clearly pregnant - maybe six months along, but who the hell could judge the progression of a pregnancy on the frame of a seven-year-old.

Stopping in my tracks I stared, openly, aghast. What the fuck was going on? The little girl stared back at me, looking me up and down, then she blushed and dropped her eyes for a second before looking back up at me coyly. If I'd been able to believe it, I would have sworn the seven-year-old was flirting!

Elena saw me staring at her daughter. "Hey, what are you staring at? Mind your own business!" she barked, but then recognition crossed her face and she smiled. "Oh, it's you. Sorry. Welcome back, Soldier Boy. Say hi to your mama for me." Elena and her pregnant daughter slipped into a brand new Toyota and I watched, dumbfounded, as they drove away.

Jesus fuck on a sandwich. What was going on?

I looked through the windows of the grocery store. A girl of thirteen or fourteen was making some spending money bagging groceries. A seven or eight year old walked down own of the aisles with a boy in his late teens, obviously her older brother. Both of the girls were visibly pregnant. What the fuck?! I couldn't believe my eyes and my anger flared. I looked away and hurried towards my destination.

It was another block and a half to the coffee shop and before I got there I saw yet another preteen girl who was obviously pregnant, a girl of maybe ten or eleven and well along towards giving birth - maybe even farther along than my two sisters. She was just waddling down the street with a man who looked to be her father. The man held the hand of a little girl who couldn't be more than five - and I swear the little girl's stomach was slightly distended, like she, too, might be a few months along in pregnancy. But that was fucking impossible! What the fuck?!

As I stood, gawking, I met the older girl's eyes and watched her check me out, like a piece of meat. She stopped and fell behind the man and her sister. Her eyes flared as she took a step towards me, biting her lip. I was like a deer in the headlights as the pretty child started reaching out to touch my face when her father suddenly yelled, "Hey! You, get away from her. Damn it, Cindy!" He grabbed her arm and jerked her away from me with protective anger marring his face.

Beyond my control, my anger mirrored the father's. But my anger was more dangerous. I ran.

I ducked into the coffee shop hoping for an island of familiar sanity. It wasn't to be. Since when did my little run-down coffee shop get a fucking espresso machine? And the price of a cup of coffee was ridiculous. Did they think this was a fucking Starbucks? Nobody in my small poor neighborhood could afford this. I was really starting to feel like I was in the twilight zone, but I sprang for a small coffee and settled into what had once been my favorite corner of the shop. I had to make sense out of the insanity I'd witnessed in the past hour. Even more important I needed to get my anger under control.

I breathed slowly, like I'd been trained. They'd taught me that I had to deal with the anger with honesty. I had to face the things that were causing the anger - that was the only way to get control of it. But that took honesty. First, I was confused. That was causing anger. Confusion is always bad. Second, everything was different, and change is hard! It was natural to dislike change, everyone did that. It was okay. Third, some fuck-wads were out there getting the little girls in my neighborhood pregnant. That wasn't right! And why was everyone else letting it happen? That was plenty reason to be angry!

But I knew, deep inside, there was another reason for my anger, the most important reason. Be honest - damn it! Deal with it or it will eat you alive. That's what they always said - deal with it!

So I admitted it - I was angry at myself and angry at the girls I kept seeing, including my sisters. I was angry that every time I saw one of the pregnant little beauties I wanted to scoop her into my arms and run away with her. I wanted to ravage her. I wanted to fuck her. They made me so go damn horny! Even my little sisters. What was wrong with me? Every time I saw one of those distended, heavy bellies on those cute little bodies my cock went hard as a lead pipe.

I was a monster.

"Querida, Querida," I whisper into the little girl's ear even as I spread her legs and press her swollen belly into the mattress. I can't remember pulling down my boxers, but my angry, swollen cock fills the palm of my hand. She's still quivering on the fingers of my other hand. I won't stop the fast, circular motions around her swollen, excited pussy lips, or the frantic rubbing at her distended clit. I never knew a mere child could be this aroused! But then I remember - it's the baby, the wild hormones coursing through her innocent body, driving her wild. And she is so wild. She gasps and every muscle tenses when she feels the head of my large manhood nestling into her sopping entrance. "Querida," I whisper into her ear. Then I slide my tongue along the side of her neck, just running along the line between the smooth, unblemished skin and the fine, silken hair that edges her thick black mane until I nip at her earlobe. "Are you sure?"

Once again the dog toy squeaks, but soon she gets enough control of herself to push her shoulder blades into my chest, twist her head to kiss me deeply, then moan and manage a nearly strangled "Yes! Please!"

My beautiful girl's miracle virginity gives way in an instant and she cries out with an angst that tears at my heart. I can only imagine the sharp, burning pain she feels as I break into her deep, warm tunnel. Is she terrified that my cock, which is filling her up, stretching muscles and compressing flesh that have never been touched before, invading her deeper and deeper, will tear her, injure her, devour her. It wants to devour her. She makes me ravenous with desire. I thrust hard, driving deep inside of her. I wrap an arm around her and I feel the baby kicking frantically as I pound into the beautiful child's tight, perfect cunt.

Oh God, I could fuck her forever! But it's not to be. I haven't been with a woman for months. I've never been with a woman like this girl, this amazing, beautiful gravid child who returns my pent up lust with a level of desperation I've never seen before. But I have to hang on long enough to wipe away the pain from her young body, to soothe her stinging flesh with another climax of pleasure. I concentrate, refusing to give in to the needs of my own body. Thrust after thrust, almost brutal, insistent, dominant. I will the little girl to an explosive apex of lust and she succumbs to my unspoken demand. She cums dramatically on my cock, gripping my tool ever harder, spasming and trembling and gasping. And then I ejaculate into her gravid belly, wave after wave of pent up need filling her with wet warmth. It's the best climax of my life.

Four hours earlier.

In the coffee shop, my brain whirled, but I had nothing. Then I heard the word 'clinic,' and I looked up fast to find a couple in a heated conversation. I recognized the man, although I couldn't quite remember his name - he worked in the same crappy plant as my father. The woman was familiar from the neighborhood too - hell, there probably weren't more than a dozen people in the whole neighborhood that I didn't have some passing acquaintance with. But they were clearly married, judging by their rings - and that was news to me. I listened closely, but tried not to make it too obvious.

"Damn it, Ariette!" the man said, punctuating his intensity with a slap to the table. "They raised the rent again - we'll barely be able to make it this month. Everyone else is making out like bandits and we're getting nothing! Who knows how long this ridiculous fad or conspiracy will last. Nobody understands the whims of crazy rich people. We've got to cash in while we can. I could finally get you a decent car instead of that heap of bolts you have to creep around in. Wouldn't you like to have a meal out once in awhile? Wouldn't you like to get our niñita some decent clothes? Damn it, everyone else is doing it! Why not us?"

"But she's so young, Hector. It isn't right. It can't be right!" Ariette responded. "In my heart, I can't believe it isn't a terrible sin. I know the other mamas say it's a beautiful thing, that it's natural and good, but still... Hector, please, she's only seven. How can you want to ruin her innocence?"

"Ariette, mi amor, please, you know that's not what happens! It's the opposite. We've been over and over this. Only a virgin can apply. That's the whole point. If our sweet one were not an innocent we would not be having this argument. You know this, Ariette. Please! We need the money. It can't hurt just to go there, to find out. You can ask every question you want to ask - but please, we're desperate and it's our only option. I only wish we were as lucky as that bastard Ricky, with his three daughters. Did you see the car he was driving around? Fucking showoff."

"Hector! Please," Ariette scolded and looked around quickly to make sure no one had heard his crude language. Satisfied, she turned back and lowered her voice, but I could still hear her. "Okay. You've worn me down. I guess it can't hurt to visit the clinic - but we will only do this if Francesca goes along! Oh my God," she said, crossing herself and looking to the ceiling, "forgive me."

Somehow, I was sure that the couple's conversation was related to the strange changes in my little neighborhood - the fancy new cars I'd seen, papa's new belongings, the price of a cup of coffee, not to mention the six or seven pregnant children I'd seen. I could almost put the pieces together - and it all led back to the clinic I'd seen, the South Side Fertility Clinic. I could feel my anger, just below a boil, ready to start blowing steam.

I tried a couple of the mental exercises I'd been taught. They helped. I got myself under control enough to actually think. Something was dreadfully wrong in my neighborhood. I needed more information to figure it out. I also needed a place to sleep and going back to my papa's house was clearly a bad idea for now.

Manuel answered his phone after two rings. I asked if I could still take him up on crashing for the night.

"Sure man, no problem! But I'm over at mom's place for the night. Plenty of room." Manuel said. "Julia will love it. I'm over here keeping an eye on her while mom's up town visiting her sister."

I remembered Manuel's sister Julia as an awkward eleven-year-old, skinny and shy, with glasses she hated. She'd be what now? Thirteen, maybe fourteen. Wouldn't she be old enough to stay by herself? I suddenly had a sinking feeling.

"Uh, dude, Julia's not, well... one of them, is she?" I managed to stammer out, not even sure what I was asking.

"One of who?" Manuel said a little too sharply.

"Never mind, nothing, I'm just kind of tired. So you can put me up tonight?"

"Of course. Want we should come pick you up? You at your papa's place?"

"No, it's cool, I'm only about ten blocks from you. I'll just walk over - see you in half an hour."

The walk gave me time to calm down, and also a chance to see more of the changes to my neighborhood - changes that were obvious once you knew that there was something out of the ordinary to look for - too many fancy cars in amongst the usual old beaters, storefronts selling crap that nobody here should be able to afford and nicer clothes on half the people out on the sidewalks. Even the hookers were wearing nicer clothes than they used to.

Manuel let me into his mom's third floor walk-up, which didn't even have a fucking elevator, much less one that worked. But the second I walked in the door, there it was again - changes in the apartment that his mom shouldn't have been able to afford. She had new carpet for fuck's sake, and shiny new appliances in the kitchen. A sinking feeling hit me hard and I tried really hard to prepare myself for what I knew I was about to see. I couldn't afford to go ballistic again.

Sure enough, we came around the corner into the living room of the small apartment and there was Manuel's sister, Julia - at least seven or eight months pregnant. Her stomach was huge. I couldn't help staring at her.

"Oh wow!" I heard Manuel's sister say and I saw the way her eyes flared as she took me in. I was tempted to say the same thing back. The little girl I use to know what was hot - and her ridiculous pregnancy made her that much more attractive to me. Damn!

I had to look away. I couldn't take it. I turned and Manuel filled my sight and without a moment's thought I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and said "we have to talk, now!" I probably really could bench press him, so he didn't have a whole lot of choice as I dragged him down the hall into his mom's bedroom. He squawked, but he didn't really fight. Yeah, I'm scary when I'm right on the edge of a full-blown meltdown.

"What the fuck!? You let your little sister get knocked up! Who the fuck did that? Did you kill him? Who was it? And what the fuck about MY sisters you shit fucking piece of ... Damn it, bro..." I was so explosive I couldn't get coherent words out.

"Whoa, whoa, Soldier Boy, bro, it's fine." Manuel spoke fast, looking frightened. "Julia's fine man, your sisters are fine. It's all good, it's better than good, it's fantastic. There's nobody to kill."

"How the fuck can you say that? Some assholes got our sisters pregnant! And there's a bunch of others out there, I've seen them. Somebody needs to smash some skulls!"

"No, no, no, bro, you've got it all wrong! They're all virgins. They're all innocents, they have to be, that's the main requirement. They have to be virgins."

Manuel's words, which he delivered with complete conviction, were so ridiculous that they took the wind out of my anger. I just stared at him, incredulous. And as soon as it didn't look like I was about to kill my best friend, the whole story came out in just a couple of minutes.

It started with a rumor on the internet about a miraculous baby, a baby whispered to have special powers, powers to heal and calm - a baby that people worshiped. No one knew where the baby had been born or where it had been hidden away - but the story grew and grew. And the stories claimed that the baby had been born to a virgin - a teenage girl who'd agreed to carry the baby in her young womb for a woman who couldn't carry a baby to term herself. But the teen was a virgin and had remained so. The embryo of the couple was injected directly into her womb and she carried it to term until it was delivered by c-section. A true, virgin birth.

It was the birth of a cult, the ultimate fad. All around the country couples were desperate to have their own miracle baby, a baby from the womb of a virgin. And where better to find a surrogate virgin to carry your baby than the girl-children of impoverished inner city families.

Almost as fast as the cult sprang up, laws were passed in most states and communities banning the use of underage girls as surrogates. But here and there, it seemed, certain political palms were greased and loopholes were created. And one of those places was my neighborhood. Unbelievably, it was legal to artificially impregnate a girl as young as five, as long as you had the written permission of her parents.

And what better way to get a little girl's parents on board than money? Cool, hard cash in a neighborhood where the average annual income was less that thirty thousand. The going rate for a virgin surrogate? One hundred thousand dollars. Even my eyes went wide at that figure. Fifty thousand up front and another fifty thousand when the baby was born, as long as the girl was still, demonstrably, a virgin.

But it was wrong! It was horrible! A bunch of rich white women paying the girls in my hood to carry their babies for them, all because of some stupid internet meme - it was disgusting. And I knew in my heart that my best friend Manuel would never have gone along with this, not for a hundred thousand dollars, not for a million fucking dollars. Family is strong here. Pride and virtue and decency are strong here. My friend Manuel, my amigo from before kindergarten was the proudest, most virtuous, most decent man I'd ever known. And his family was everything to him.

I knew there was something more to the story - because Manuel, in all sincerity, was telling me again and again, just like my father and mama had been telling me, that it was natural, it was beautiful, it was good - he was proud of his sister for carrying someone else's baby. Manuel couldn't think that way - not my Manuel. And neither could mama. Something was seriously wrong.

The anger I'd been carrying around with me was just starting to boil over again when Julia, beautiful, pregnant, thirteen-year-old Julia, pushed her way into her mother's bedroom where Manuel and I had been arguing and talking. The second she saw me she bit her pretty lip and blushed, then batted her amazing long black lashes in my direction.

"And that's the other thing," Manuel said, stepping between us as if he needed to protect his sister from his best friend - and maybe he did. Julia was incredibly hot to begin with and the glow and bulge of her pregnancy made her incredibly sexy - at least to me. "The girls need a lot of protection while they're... while they're pregnant. 'Cause... well..." Now it was Manuel's turn to blush.

"Because what?" I asked, but I thought maybe I knew what Manuel was having trouble saying.

"Go to bed, baby," Manuel said to his sister, physically turning her and pushing her out the door. "Stay away from the Soldier Boy. You hear me? Go on, go to bed now." The pretty teen obeyed him like a meek lamb and as soon as she was gone he turned back to me, still blushing. "It's something about all the hormones and shit, but, well... all the girls who are surrogates get crazy horny. They're totally boy crazy. You have to watch them twenty four seven. It's one of the reasons they insist on having the whole family come in to the clinic before they even agree to do the procedure."

I just stared at Manuel. There was something important here. The meek way Julia obeyed Manuel when she'd never in her life done anything he said before, the way Manuel seemed to think having his virgin sister pregnant was natural and good, the way my parents and his mother were going along with all this insanity - it was all adding up. Somehow, someone was controlling them all. "One of the reasons, you said," I said. "What were the other reasons?"

"Oh, well, they have to make sure everyone in the family is healthy. Right? I mean, it just stands to reason. You don't want to have one of the babies around a bunch of sick people. So, everyone has to come in for a quick blood test - just a precaution. And we all go in when they have their prenatal checkups, every two months."

The penny dropped. I knew all about the drugs you could deliver under the guise of a simple blood draw. After all, the Army had been doing it for years.

For the first time in a long time I feel no anger. I pull Julia's perfect, small body harder against my chest, spooning her and slowly trailing fingertips across the stretched, smooth skin of her belly. Have I ever felt this calm, this satisfied? Lying next to her, curled around her seems perfect.

But it's only a few minutes of peaceful rest. The desire and lust are too strong to be satisfied for long. The beautiful little girl twists in my arms, rolling to face me, pressing her huge belly into me as she strains forward to be kissed. She wants more.

Who am I to deny her needs?

Even as I kiss her I pull Julia on top of me. I feel the baby, pressed hard between us, rebel and lash out. I release Julia's head and push her shoulders back until she's sitting up, astride me. I cup the gravid stomach reverently, then watch an intense wave of confusion cross her face for a second, there then gone. God, she's so beautiful, with her big black eyes and long flowing locks framing her perfect face. I'm already hard.

She's no longer innocent. She knows what it all means now. But she's still so very young. She's clumsy and unsure when she takes my thick cock into her hand. She strokes it for several seconds, but she wants it inside of her. Desperate need overtook confusion on her pretty face long ago. I refuse to help. I want her to prove how much she wants me.

With a little gasp, Julia manages to slide forward. Trapping my cock into the thin channel between the swollen lips of her wet pussy. Good! She'll get us both wet and slippery and ready as she grinds her sex into mine. It's hard not to take control, lift her and slide inside her, but I so enjoy the emotions coursing across her young face. Let her figure it out. Let her see to our needs. Oh, but hurry, my love!

My love?

Oh god, yes, yes. Julia leans forward, dangling her swollen breasts in my face, straining against the kicking, excited baby in her desperate need to envelope my erection. She bites her full pretty lip again, and I love the sight of it. I love it even more when she manages, finally, despite the awkwardness of her advanced state, to tilt her pelvis enough to let the head of my angry, impatient cock inside of her.

I thrust up into her little body and Julia squeaks anew. And again. And again. She presses the palms of her hands into my chest and rides. Her distended, tight belly ripples like the surface of a lake with every deep thrust of my cock. I brace her hip with one hand, then trap one of her amazing, bouncing breasts with the other. She screams when I thumb her sensitive nipple and I feel her cunt tighten and quiver around my invading flesh. She's so close, so very close. No, she's there. Climax overwhelms her and she screams again, louder and longer.

"Oh! Oh! God. Yes. Yes. Ooooohhh!"

I'm not about to let my little lover off easy. I want her to soar on the crest of her orgasm as long a I can keep it going. I pound into her and torture her perfect breasts. I realize that her gravid belly is pressing her sensitive, swollen clit hard against my body and despite her lack of experience, Julia, my Julia, is using her hips to grind her clit through my coarse hair. Her screams give way to whimpers, as if her mind doesn't know if she's being pleasured or punished. Why not both, I think, and then I'm ashamed of myself. But not too ashamed to stop me from fucking my pregnant vision of female perfection as hard and fast and long as I can.

When I cum it's fantastic, cathartic. And it's none too soon. As if she knows, as if my final use of her body drives her to a new height of climax, Julia screams my name.

The door crashes open and Manuel screams my name just as loudly as his little sister.

Part Two.

There really wasn't much Manuel could do about finding his best friend fucking the brains out of his very pregnant, thirteen-year-old sister - on his mother's bed no less. The deed was done. Even naked and panting from sex, I could wipe the floor with him in a heartbeat, and he knew it. He stared in disbelief, then dropped into a chair in utter defeat. Even so, as Julia squeaked and leapt off of me, kneeling on the bed, I moved to put myself between her and Manuel. Suddenly I was the one with the new protective instincts.

But Manuel was no danger. He dropped his head into his hands in despair. Why? Was it the realization that my tryst with his sister had just cost his family fifty thousand dollars? Or was he simply distraught at seeing his sister lose her innocence. I felt a flash of anger, but there was no time to learn the cause of Manuel's distress.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!! I'm, I'm, oh my god! I'm pregnant." Manuel and I both whirled to see the horrified look on Julia's face as she stared down in disbelief at the huge belly she held between her hands. "Manuel! Oh god, how did this..." And then she seemed to understand that she was also naked. She turned bright red and scrambled for her mother's disheveled sheets, clutching them to her small body. Finally covered, Julia looked from Manuel to me and whimpered, piteously, "what's happening?"

I grabbed the child and pulled her tight in my embrace. She didn't flinch away, despite my obvious nakedness and still half-aroused state. Instead she leaned into me and seemed to calm, despite her shivering confusion.

"Julia," Manuel said with alarm, rising to his feet. "What are you saying? You didn't know?"

"Oh god, I don't remember, I'm so confused - it's like some kind of dream," Julia whimpered in my arms.

"But you've been so happy! You love having the baby. And mom is so proud of you, and I was..."

"Manuel! What did you do to me? Who, who did this? Oh god!"

I could see the conflict all over Manuel's face. Everything he was certain he knew about the situation was contradicted by the vision of his distraught sister. He stared at her for a long time before he looked to me, defeated, and said, "We were so happy. I don't understand. What are we going to do?"

I stand in the shadows near a back door of the big white clinic. It's two in the morning but my neighborhood never really sleeps, so I have to be careful. I step quickly to the door and swipe the entry card I lifted off of one of the workers in my first reconnaissance of the place earlier in the afternoon, when Manuel, his mother and I brought Julia in for her regularly scheduled prenatal checkup. It wasn't hard to convince Julia to act like nothing had changed, to act the part of the mesmerized, fake-happy pregnant child. She pulled it off, even well enough to fool her mother. Manuel played his part too, but I think he was just hoping that if he did then Julia would go back to the way his mind wanted her to be.

I was right about the drugs disguised by the blood test. They even tried to give me a blood test when I told them I was a cousin, visiting for a few months. It was easy to overpower the phlebotomist and take his equipment, where I could easily see the small dose of drugs. But there was no sense in trying to force him for information - I could see by the half-glazed look in his eyes that he, too, was under the influence of the very drugs he was administering to the family members of the pregnant girls as they came in for their regular check-us. Drug the druggists! It was diabolical. My respect for whoever was running this gigantic scam went up a notch - as did my anger.

Julia's check-up was a sham. It was just an excuse to dose the family members and keep them in thrall. But they didn't dose Julia. I realized that whatever had trapped her in the body of a happy-zombie pregnant girl was different than the drugs they were giving to family members. It must have something to do with the baby or how they implanted the embryo. Fortunately I knew the cure to bring a pregnant girl out of their control - but what a cure it was! As I stalk the dark halls of the quiet clinic, seeking truth and answers, I can't help remembering how insanely good it was to hold Julia in my arms and fill her small body with my cock and my seed.

I shiver and worry about the beautiful child, but I know that what I'm doing is right. Julia had finally managed to describe to me the horror she'd gone through. I knew I'd freed her from the hell she was living, trapped, unable to do anything but smile and act happy and endure the incessant arousal that grew worse and worse as the babies got bigger in her womb. When I found out that Julia's pregnancy was her second - that they had injected a second embryo into her perfect womb only a few weeks after they'd removed the first baby by c-section I had completely lost my shit. There's a hole in the wall of Manuel's mother's bedroom just the size of my bruised fist.

The virgin little girls, all over my neighborhood, are enslaved baby machines.

But now Julia is happy again - happy to be herself, happy to control her own body. She's even okay with carrying the baby to term, as long as she knows those monsters can never get ahold of her again.

I have to damp down the anger that surges through me yet again. I search the building quickly, shining my small penlight here and there until I find a promising area of the clinic, a suite of offices back behind the main reception desk. I start hunting in earnest. I pull out file drawers, ransack cabinets and search for a computer someone might have forgotten to log off of.

Yes! Jackpot. What I find is even better: a list of passwords taped inside the drawer of some idiot's desk. Seconds later I'm into their cyber space, searching for answers. I need names, numbers, addresses, but most of all I need an antidote, a cure for whatever they've done to the girls and their families. Jesus! I can't believe it. Right there in yesterday's logs I find a record for Ariette and Hector, the couple I'd overheard in the coffee shop barely more than a day ago. With horror, I read that their little seven-year-old daughter, Angelica, was deemed a perfect surrogate. Her parents were drugged on the spot and then gave their written consent. The procedure was carried out immediately - there were god damn pictures: the doctor behind his mask, the child strapped down, anesthetized, the long fat needle that carried the embryo to her womb. By the time they left the clinic another virgin preteen was hosting the baby of some rich bitch and her daddy was clutching a check for fifty grand, not understanding that he'd just sold his little angel into a whole new kind of slavery.

It's all I can do not to throw the computer monitor across the room.

Concentrate, damn it! I scan folders and files as fast I can. The printer is doing its thing with a long list of names - names I'll have to track down - when I find what I really need, an inventory system. And there it is! Yes! There's a drug that will counteract what they've been giving to the family members, an antidote. I jot down the room number and the drug name.

The printer is just spitting out the third page of names when an alarm goes off. Shit! I shove the papers into my back pocket.

I have to find that antidote! But it seems like the room numbers in this building were assigned by an innumerate monkey! I can't possibly have more than a few seconds. There - room 108. It's locked? Fuck! There's a time to let anger out. There's a time for a little army training. After a perfectly placed kick the door gives way with a clap of thunder. Anger is not subtle.

Twenty seconds is all it takes to find a cache of the antidote - six small vials. Is it enough? I hear footsteps - several. They got here fast. I fill my pockets. Another quick look through the glass cabinet turns up nothing and costs me precious seconds.

Suddenly the lights are on, all over the building. I'm screwed. But I'm army. I'm trained. I know what I'm doing. This is why I wore soft soled shoes and brought a ski mask. I slide out into the corridor and start moving, fast, silent, deadly.

I only leave three bodies behind. I didn't kill anyone, I think. Just some broken bones. Maybe a concussion. I like the weight of the Beretta I just inherited.

Manuel is first. I don't know the dosage and I don't have an infinite quantity of the drug, the antidote. So I opt for a tiny amount, figuring that the dosage of the drug I'm trying to counteract is minuscule. I get lucky. Manuel gets a blinding headache for ten minutes, but when he comes out of it - he's fine, he's Manuel again. He's aghast at what he's been a part of. He's almost as angry as I am, but Manuel just doesn't have the same talent for anger that I have. If Julia wasn't here with me, calming me, touching me... The idea of what's been done to my poor sisters, my mama, my papa has been gnawing and gnawing at me, getting me more worked up. Without Julia I would not have survived the night.

Now I have an ally, two allies really. I feel better already. We take Manuel's mother by surprise and he holds her as I give her the tiny dose of the antidote. She's a fighter that woman, I'll give her that, but in the end she comes to herself. She weeps until her daughter holds her tight and explains. When she finds out what I did to break the spell on Julia the look she gives me would kill a lesser man and I think I may have to watch my back. "No mama, no," Julia says and she explains to her mother what I saved her from, the hell of being trapped in her own body, used by those monsters. She convinces her mother that it was worth the price of her innocence. I see her mother, wide-eyed, forgive me anything for saving her baby from those horrors. And then I see the anger that rises in her mother - anger to rival my own.

But I'm chomping at the bit. My sisters. I can't wait any longer. Julia begs to help, but I can't stand the idea of her seeing or knowing what Manuel and I have to do. I make her stay behind with her mother.

We pull up to my parent's apartment building about eight thirty. It's Sunday. I can imagine them all around the kitchen table, grabbing fresh tortillas to scoop up mama's amazing huevos. Are they thinking about me, wondering where I went? It's only been a day and a half. I close my eyes and I see my beautiful sisters, skinny Isabella, and beautiful, fragile Valentina. I see the cute little girls they were just before I left, nine and seven, full of promise, my tormentors and my dearest loves. Then I picture them two days ago; their huge, swollen bellies knocking my mind off kilter, their glowing, beautiful faces turning to confusion at my horror. I know better now. I want to kick myself.

I want to wring someone's neck.

Manuel and I take the stairs, moving quickly. I know what paid to fix the elevator and I'm never going to use the god damn thing. Our plan is simple - dose mama and papa first and then each of us takes one of the girls. Manuel blanched when I suggested that he should be the one to free Isabella from her terrible fate - but she's always had a girlish crush on him and I know he thinks she's cute. He crossed himself, but he wordlessly agreed to my proposal. That leaves poor little Valentina to her big brother. I know that I won't know for sure, not until the moment, if I can really do what I have to do to help my pregnant, virgin, nine-year-old sister. But I'm going to try.

I pound on the door, loudly, yelling for papa.

But when the door flies open it isn't papa standing there. It's a stranger, a well dressed man in his fifties with striking grey hair and a smirk on his face - and a gun in his hand.
 

"So, you're the one they call Soldier Boy," the man says, waving us into the apartment where we find mama and papa sitting at the table with glassy eyes and stupid smiles. Manuel and I join them at the table while the man stands to one side, gun in hand. I don't give him the satisfaction of answering him. "You think you're clever, don't you? Did you really think you could break into my clinic without getting caught? Ha."

"What have you done to them?" I finally say. "Where are my sisters?"

"Well now, that's an interesting question," he says with a smile that sends my blood pressure soaring. "It seems that just a few minutes ago your parents signed documents giving my clinic full custody of two minors who, due to the delicacy of their situations, need around the clock care. They're already being transported to a ... secure location."

I start to stand up, but the gun is suddenly pressed to the side of mama's head! There's no chance I could move fast enough around the table, so I slowly sit back down. But I'm coiled tighter than this guy can possibly imagine.

"As soon as I knew who you were I knew you'd come here, to save your sweet siblings. We know all about you, Soldier Boy - and your friend Manuel there, too. Too bad about your sister, Manuel, but don't worry. She'll be back in the program in no time."

"Fuck you, asshole!" Manuel barks, which just makes the man laugh.

Grey hair turns back to me and his smile drops. "So here's how it is, Soldier Boy. First you're going to return to me what you stole - all of it. Go on, get it! Just think about what I can have my men do to your sisters." I look daggers at the man, but then I lift my pack and start to open it. "Slowly!" he yells. There's no way he could know that I would never pull the Beretta from the bottom of the pack, not in a room with mama. I carefully pull out five of the bottles of the antidote and place them on the table in front of me. "Slide them over!" he barks. I do as he says and he scoops them up, pocketing them one by one. "And now the last bottle," he says with a little bit of a smile. I shrug and pull the last bottle from the pack, then toss it to him. He misses, as I'd intended, and it clatters to the floor. But he's good. He never takes his eyes off of me and Manuel. There's no chance to rush him. Instead of stooping to retrieve the small vial he simply stomps on it, smashing the glass, then grinds it into the kitchen floor. He's destroyed it as effectively as throwing it in an incinerator.

"Damn it!" I let slip from my mouth and grey hair smiles with triumph.

"And next I'm going to leave. It's that simple. As much as I'd like to give you a quick dose to keep you docile," he looks quickly at mama and papa, who still haven't spoken a word, "I'm sure you've already taken the antidote and the drugs wouldn't do any good. But I also know that you and your friend aren't going to do a god damn thing to stop me. Because I have your sisters, legally I remind you. They're going to deliver up two perfect, angelic babies soon, babies worth more than you can imagine. And then they'll happily take two new babies into those wonderful wombs of theirs. Two little virgin baby machines. But if you ever try to stop me, well... I wouldn't advise it. Time to go. Let's not do this again." And with that the grey haired man backs down the hall and disappears.

"Manuel! Quick." I say as I leap to my feet. "Out the kitchen window and down the pipes. You've got to follow him. We have to know where he goes. Please! You're the only one who can follow him. Go! Go! Go!"

Manuel is barely out the window before I pull a glass bottle from the depths of my pack - the bottle I'd emptied all the antidote into. "Mama, papa," I say gently, "it's time to wake up."

The first little girl, Mandy, is eight. She's about seven months pregnant. She's pretty, with big round eyes and a tiny nose. There's a scattering of freckles across her dark skin. She's scared and confused, but she doesn't shy away from the handsome man who came into her room and backed her up against her bed. She doesn't scream when I lift her cute, yellow, maternity dress over her head, lift her onto her bed and pull her panties down over her short legs. Fear and desire mix together on her sweet little face, but when I loom above her and kiss her, desire wins out.

I take her from behind, but only after I've spent long, careful minutes getting her ready. I didn't know such a young girl could be so aroused, so wet, so needy. I didn't know I would want her so much. A flash of guilt pangs me, but this is what I have to do. I know she's trapped in there, imprisoned in her own small body, doing their bidding. A vision of the grey haired man flits through my mind and any guilt I felt vanishes. If this is what I have to do to save them, I will!

The tiny child is writhing in my arms. Her cunt is swollen and sopping and her immature clit quivers with every pass of my fingers. I hear her moan, high pitched and piteous and I know she is there, ready to discover what orgasm means. "Forgive me, Mandy, forgive me," I beg, and I thrust forward, raping her little body with my steel-hard cock.

I'm big and the child is so small, but she takes me in. She screams, but moments later her screams turn to grunts of pleasure as I thrust deeper and deeper inside her. Every molecule of her body trembles as wave after wave of climax overwhelms her body and mind. I can't believe how tight she is. I can't believe she can take so much of me into her little body. I hold her tight and thrust on and on. I couldn't stop if I wanted to, if she begged me. Now I'm the one losing my mind.

Suddenly I feel the baby kick. My eyes snap open and I realize what I'm doing, raping an eight-year-old to save her. And then I cum, over and over, deep inside her.

I chose Mandy from my stolen list because I knew her father was ex military, a Navy SEAL no less. His fifty-something body is still hard and muscled. A good ally. But how do you make an ally out of a man who's little daughter you've just defiled? Julia, that's how. She stayed with Mandy's mother, father and preteen brother as they began to revive from the pain of the antidote. She told them the truth. She explained as only someone who'd been there could explain, and she had the belly to support her words. Julia's mother was there too, to help them and prepare them. When little Mandy appeared from her bedroom and ran into her mama's arms, gave her daddy a huge hug and told them how happy she was to be free, they understood and they believed. And they knew it wasn't their fault.

For a moment I believe Mandy's father is going to take a swing at me. His muscles are tense and his eyes are hard. But he sticks out his hand and says "I understand. Thank you." We shake like lost brothers. "I'm with you," he says.

Manuel calls! He's tracked the grey haired man to a commercial building a few blocks from the clinic. "I'm sending you backup," I tell him. "Someone to do reconnaissance." At my glance, Mandy's father smiles and nods his head. Yes, I picked the right little girl.

I give Mandy a little kiss on the lips before we leave her in the hands of her mother and brother. She wants to cling to me, but her mother holds her back and we disappear.

The next pregnant virgin preteen is a sweet child named Bethany. I know her twin brothers Joe and Jim from High School where we played football and baseball together. It's a challenge and a risk to take the two huge men on at the same time with only Julia and her mother as backups, but I need them. I need an army. I should have counted more on Julia's mother. When the twins won't listen to reason, completely ensorcelled by the drugs in their systems, she breaks a chair over Jim's head and holds Joe at bay with a broken chair leg as I dose Jim with a mere three drops of the clear antidote. Bethany's mother is cowed as well, and submits.

I realize the pretty ten-year-old Bethany is peeking around the door of the kitchen, terrified of the violence. I know she's only about four months pregnant. Her baby bump is small but noticeable. It's enough to enflame my desires and another wave of guilt sweeps through me. But this is what has to happen. I have to save them. I also know that Bethany is already carrying her second baby. She's been trapped in her hell for over a year.

But the child is terrified. She sees the look on my face. She screams and runs. She's not fast enough.

I carry Bethany into her bedroom as she continues to scream and writhe. I don't know how to calm her down and I have to admit that her fear is like an aphrodisiac. The brute inside me wants her. I have to overcome him. Or do I? The little girl is struggling, but I have a flash of insight. I throw her onto her bed and I pounce on her and... I tickle her. I tickle her sides, then behind her knees, then her neck. She squeals and twists and flails her little hands to ward me off. But when I stop and sit back her eyes go wide and she smiles. Fuck me if she isn't cute! And hot. I attack her again. Her giggles are explosive.

Slowly but surely little Bethany's clothes disappear in a whirlwind of tickling and flailing. Her giggling screams are adorable. Her little body is adorable, including her small baby bump. Her tight, hairless cunny is adorable. I'm still tickling her, without mercy, when I kiss her for the first time. I press down on her naked, small body as my tickling gets more and more intimate and her squirms get more and more desperate. When she stops pushing at my roving hands and throws her arms around my neck I know she's mine to do with as I please - as she pleases too.

I know I should be in a hurry. My poor sisters are captive, waiting for me to rescue them. But I can't resist the giggling little bundle of energy with blonde curls and pale white skin. It turns out I can tickle her with my tongue nearly as effectively as my fingers. She shrieks when my tongue lashes across her hard, aroused nipples. She squirms and tries to twine her fingers into my short hair. But she can't stop me from trailing my tongue and lips down over the small bulge in her stomach. I half expect the baby to move - his surrogate mommy is writhing so wonderfully. My hands dart everywhere, showing no charity as I tickle her and she laughs. But her laugh is choked off into a gasp of surprise when I lash my tongue through the thin slit of her young pussy. I taste the warmth of her preteen arousal. So sweet. I break off tickling her so that she won't be distracted from my roving, insistent tongue. I press Bethany's thighs back, opening her wide. My tongue delves deeper, more intimately. I circle her swollen clit.

"Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh!" the little girl moans, all thoughts of giggling long gone. And I know she's ready.

I rise up quickly and move forward atop little Bethany. I kiss her quickly, then cover her body completely, holding her legs out and wide. I try not to crush her, but I know she feels my weight bearing down her and the baby and she gasps into my chest when I slot my long, hard tool into the trough of her little cunt. Once, twice, three times I stroke along her channel, lubricating my cock, before I slide back farther and let the head nestle between the fat folds of flesh that beckon me inside her.

"Forgive me, baby, please. Forgive me," I whisper to her. I feel and hear her stiffen with frightened anticipation. But she's still quivering, on the very edge of climax. I push inside and I take her innocence. She screams once, a sharp, barking cry, but that's all. Orgasm crashes over her small body and she takes me inside her, as deep as she can.

Once again I'm fucking a little girl, a vice, a pregnant virgin preteen, a miracle. As small as she is, she can still take most of my length inside her and I don't hold back much of the incredible desire I have for her. She writhes beneath me again, but it's from the shaking, quivering reaction to her climax instead of my tickling fingers. I want to fuck her and fuck her and... But there's no time. My sisters. Oh god, I thrust harder and faster. She squeezes my cock. She gives off shallow barks of pleasure with every wet, strong plunge up into her tiny cunt.

I cum hard. I force my seed up into her tiny body, holding deep inside her at the end as her cunt spasms around my dick and milks out every drop. Then I pull out of her and roll to the side, pulling the sweet little ten-year-old into my arms to cradle her and stroke her long, blonde hair.

A moment later she stiffens, then I hear her little voice. "Oh god, oh god," she moans. "I'm, I'm... Oh god. I remember, they..." She wraps thin arms around me and cries into my neck before she stiffens again and looks into my eyes. I see the anger there and she must see my reaction. She puts her little hand on my face and says "Thank you, Soldier Boy."

Just like that I have an army - two former football players, one ex navy SEAL and Manuel. And let's not forget Manuel's angry mother and her prowess with a chair leg, or mama and papa who are already with Manuel, helping him keep an eye on the lair of the grey haired man.

Staring up at the building from a coffee shop across the street, I ask the Navy SEAL for a report. I'm surprised he's willing to take directions from an Army man, a younger man. But I saw the way he looked at his sweet Mandy and I know he would do anything for her. "At least six hostiles, but no more than nine," he says. "Some armed, some not. And two captives. I could have removed two hostiles, but I assumed it was more important to retain the element of surprise."

I like this guy. We start making plans.

In the end we take out three of the grey haired man's men by stealth, one by one, before they catch on and raise the alarm. Then it's a full frontal assault. I see Jim go down early with a bullet to the leg, but Manuel's mother takes out the shooter with her chair leg. Mama manages to distract another man by screaming and running down a hallway, then I disarm him and Joe picks up his gun and knocks him out with the handle.

Floor by floor we advance upwards. Mama stays behind with Jim. Joe and papa have hand guns now and Navy SEAL has the biggest fucking knife I've ever seen. Julia's mother has her blood soaked chair leg. The lady is scary.

They're hunkered down on the fourth floor. Three men. We attack straight on. A grazing shot takes Navy SEAL out of the fight, but not before one of them has a knife embedded hard into the bone of his shoulder. Papa goes crazy and empties his entire clip towards their position, then so does Joe. But they both run out and the telltale click of their empty guns echoes in the hallway. Two armed men, with ugly grins on their faces step out to claim victory.

From the shadows, where I'd hidden them during the shooting, Manuel and his mother step out and club them both senseless. It's over.

Manuel finds my sisters in two rooms in the deepest recess of the building. I send everyone else away at once - I don't want them to know. Besides, there are wounded to take care of. I send Manuel to deal with Isabella and I know he understands the level of trust I'm putting in him. I smile a bit as he turns his back and walks away, because I know he's doomed. She'll have him wrapped around her little finger by the end of the day - I guarantee it. But the smile disappears. I have to go help little Valentina. I'm not sure I can do this. She's my sister. She's the most precious one in the family - the jewel. But I know she's in hell.

It's worse than I thought. I enter the brightly lit room to find my pretty nine-year-old sister naked and locked in a cage. The cage is five by five by five, with thick steel bars and a cold metal floor. She's huddled in a corner sitting on a blanket with another blanket over her lap. Her hands are gently crossed over her bulging pregnancy. And the worst thing of all is the look on her face: she's smiling, glowing with joy.

He did this to her, the grey haired man. If I ever catch up to him...

I don't understand why she's still in the cage. There's no lock on the door, no guard to keep her there. But when I open the door and hold out my hand, gently coax her to come to me, she won't budge.

"I can't leave the cage," her soft voice says. "He said it would be bad for the baby - the cage keeps the baby safe, so I have to stay here. I missed you, Soldier Boy. Why did you run away again?" Valentina was the first one to call me Soldier Boy. She didn't mean it in a nice way, then. She was angry that her big brother was going away, that he was going to be a soldier and she said it with mocking fury. But then she'd run to me and hugged me and cried - and after that it stuck. I was Soldier Boy for two months, before I shipped out. Now I have to save her. I can't stand her false smile.

Naked, I climb into the cage and sit next to her. Her eyes flare in surprise, but she doesn't shy away from me. Her long black hair is so soft as I stroke it. She blushes as a rush of desire sweeps her small frame and the next moment she climbs into my lap and I pull her back against my chest.

Like Julia did, Valentina purrs as I stroke her gravid, incongruous belly. I'm still astonished each time I see a pregnant preteen, each time I touch one. Each time my body and my unconscious brain react with intense desire. It's almost frightening. Valentina presses back into me and I feel her pulse rise as I roll one of her tiny nipples between my fingers. My little sister seems tiny and fragile, but I know she's tougher than she looks. And smart. And so, so pretty. She twists to crane her head back and reaches up, straining. With a smile I kiss her and let my hand slip down to find her wet between her legs. Even as I kiss her I can see her blush deeper at my discovery. It's so adorable. It's so hot. I want her so badly. I can tell she wants me.

"Well now, isn't this sweet," a hard, masculine voice says. For the second time today I find myself staring down the grey haired man and his gun. "I'm impressed, Soldier Boy. That was quite the rag-tag team you put together so quickly. And here I thought I'd retrieved all the antidote. I guess not."

I grab the grubby blanket from the floor and cover my sister. The man snorts derisively, but I decide that not speaking to him worked before, maybe it will work again.

"Is this your plan, Soldier Boy - going from family to family, raping pregnant little girls in a pathetic attempt to free them from something you don't even understand? Do you think you're some kind of hero? You're not. You're just a creep with a thing for big bellies on preteens. You're pathetic. But I'm not going to let you get away with it! I'm the savior of this neighborhood, not you! Look at what I've done - all the money I've poured into the community. Millions, boy, millions. What have you done? You haven't done shit. Well? Answer me!"

I stare him down, with my arms around my sister. He's practically foaming at the mouth, shaking with anger. He comes around behind me squeezing between the cage and the room's only window. I feel the muzzle of the gun pressed against the back of my head. "Get out! Get out of there or I'll blow your brains all over your little sister and leave her to rot in there with your body!"

"No!" Is all he gets out of me.

"GET OUT! GET OUT YOU FUCKING PIECE OF..."

There's a bang and I know it's a gunshot. But I feel no pain. There's a massive crash of broken glass. I twist around, covering little Valentina at the same time. The grey haired man has vanished and most of the window is broken out. There's blood splattered on the windowsill and on the remnants of the piece of glass. I've turned quickly enough to take this all in before I hear the thump of his body on the pavement four floors below us.

I slowly turn back around and look towards the door. Julia stands in a shooter's stance, both hands gripping the big Beretta, her huge belly accentuated by the wide stance. She's shaking, but only lightly. Her eyes stare out the broken window and show nothing but hatred until she drops her gaze to me and starts to breathe again. For a moment she bites her lip and her eyes travel over me and Valentina with a sad longing.

But Julia understands. "Take care of your sister, Soldier Boy. Bring her back to us. But save some for me." She closes the door as she disappears. A vision of her mother waving her bloody chair leg pops into my head and I know that I'm in deep, deep shit. But I can't imagine being without my Julia.

First though, there's Valentina. I drop the blanket and pull her tighter. I hold her, breathing carefully, letting the adrenaline rush of the past few seconds begin to drain away until I'm calm enough to trust myself with her fragile little body. "Are you okay, baby?" I finally whisper. The only answer I get is thin arms twining around my neck as she twists in my lap, and warm lips pressed to mine with a passion a child shouldn't really have for her brother. And this time it's my pulse that goes back up. So much for my breathing exercises. I kiss her back like a long lost lover.

This time there are no pangs of guilt, no remorse. I know that what I'm doing is right. It's the only way to free my beautiful sister from the thrall she's under. If there was another way - I'd take it. My fingers explore her small body, teasing her arousal to higher and higher levels. She makes soft, surprised noises as I touch her places she's never been touched before. Her moans get louder and louder as I figure out where she's most sensitive. She nearly screams when my finger brushes her tiny rosebud and she begins to pant as I circle her swollen, tiny clitoris. Her nipples are almost too sensitive to touch, and they leak tiny beads of liquid that I can't help licking off of her, despite her squeals and her violent reaction.

After long minutes of petting, stroking, teasing, tormenting, I lay back and pull her atop me, straddling me. I could take her from behind, but I want to look into her gorgeous big brown eyes. I want to see the moment when she's free, when we break the horrendous spell. Even if she's horrified or terrified, I want to know when my little Valentina is back.

Valentina sits up straight on top of me, relaxing her legs to let her tiny slit settle down on top of my big cock. She moans and holds her distended belly with her arms. She rocks her body front to back, tilting her hips. It's as if she's done this many times before, ground her tiny pussy into the cock of a much bigger man, spread her juices along his length. Her moans grow louder. I can tell she's near to her first experience of the ultimate joy of joining with a man. And I know, deep inside me, that this is how the magic, or drugs or whatever it is that controls her can be broken. I know it has to be this way. I take her small hips in my big hands and lift her, ever so slightly and then I'm inside her.

"Ohhhhhh, oh god, oh god," my little sister moans as I enter her, push deeper. "Aaagh!" she barks as I pierce the thin membrane of her innocence. But she's so ready and so aroused that her pain seems to vanish at once. "Yes, yes, oh god, yes, please," she begs and I push myself deeper inside her. I take up a rhythm, going deeper and deeper until I'm pressing against something inside her little body. I'm careful not to hurt her, but I couldn't stop fucking her now if I tried. We make love. We rut. We have glorious, wonderful, satisfying sex - for a long time.

I see the moment when orgasm takes my little sister's mind away, overwhelming her with new, amazing sensations. I see the moment when orgasm brings her back to me, the real Valentina, the sister I love. A moment of confusion, then fear, then wonder. Then orgasm takes her away again and all I see on her face is ecstasy - but I know she's back. I know it in my heart. My balls know it too, and finally, after many minutes of energetic, careful thrusting, I have my release as well. My cum boils out into her small body, finalizing the act that has bought my sister's release.

Epilog

We stormed the fertility clinic two days later. My little army had grown by two fathers, another angry mother and an older sister. Poor Jim is still not walking, but Navy SEAL is in the middle of the fray. But the well-planned attack was anti-climactic. We quickly realized every employee in the building, even the doctors, were under the influence of the same drug used on the families. Amazingly, I had enough antidote for everyone. The employees were aghast at what they'd been doing for the last eighteen months. And with no grey haired man around to direct the clinic's evil side - the employees quickly agreed to help us.

There was still the problem of all those enslaved, pregnant, virgin little girls out there - but one by one there was a way to save them - and a man willing to do the work. I did try to recruit help, but even Manuel refused. It was my job, however long it took. Thankfully Julia understood the importance of what I had to do and she let me return to her bed every night, after a long hard day of tracking down yet another little girl who needed to be... saved.

Today the clinic is a general health clinic for the neighborhood, providing wonderful care. And most importantly, by keeping the clinic open we have a way to care for all of those pregnant little girls. We're banking the payments we get from the rich people who'd contracted for the surrogates in the first place, and we'll be able to keep the clinic running for years and years.

I'm happy to say Julia agreed to marry me, once she's old enough. My sister Isabella immediately informed her that she'd have to wait an extra year so that we could have a double wedding. Manuel is so screwed. Valentina and mama are already planning the event.

The End

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