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BR&T date: Wednesday, 19 April 1995

"Let's talk business! Come over here where it's a little quieter!" one man yelled to another, gesturing to his right. The two men stepped behind a thick screening hedge, where the sounds of pleading, bawling, and shrieking girls diminished slightly. Not enough to block all of it (heaven forbid!), but enough that they could talk without needing to shout. "I didn't catch your name when we met," Robert Blackrock said, giving another handshake.

"Mitch," the other answered.

"We're thrilled with the load you brought in today, Mitch. It's one of the best hauls we've seen! We definitely want Kelly, Tessy, Tammy, and Beth. Once we got the damned ugly body suit off of her and got her properly displayed, Kathie Turner turned out to be a gorgeous little fucktoy, too, so she rounds out our top five priority list."

"Fucktoy? Already?" Mitch gave a skeptical look.

"Not yet, of course," Robert reassured him. "Inevitable, though," he added. "We wanted Rachael, too, the instant we saw her, but we'll see which ones we can get and how much wax we have left. The problem is, we only have enough wax on site to make casts of five of them for sure, six if they're all small. Here's what you have to decide: you can auction them off and get what you can today, or you can give them to us and get forty percent royalties on everything we use them for, for as long as we use them. Then you get them back, if you want them, or we'll sell them for you, and you get whatever they're still worth. Any you don't give us, we'll bid on, of course, but if we win those auctions, you won't get any royalties at all. For any you're giving us, we have to make the wax castings for the dolls while the girls are still..." he grinned, "in original condition."

Mitch considered the offer. "Forty percent of everything you use them in, right?"

"Not quite," Bob explained. "That forty percent applies to her share of the whole, so if we put her on stage with four other girls, percentages are adjusted according to how popular each girl is in our polls. A girl's percentage might be anywhere from one to forty, depending on who she appears with, and how many. Anything she's the sole star in, like spending a week on stage in chains as the only girl at a rape marathon, you'd get a straight forty percent, and her popularity will affect how much that is."

"That sounds fair to everyone," Mitch agreed. "Alright, you can have Kelly and Tessy. Beth, yes, and Kathie, too. Tammy... Damn. She's got at least five good years ahead of her, maybe as long as eight. I was expecting to get a record-setting sale on the cute little tiger girl. I even considered keeping her myself awhile and selling her later. Want any of the others?"

"Of course we want them all, and we'll place bids on the rest, but those are the six we're offering to pay you royalties for instead of bidding for them and risking not getting them. Plus, Tanya was on the list too, until we saw Kathie and Rachael, so if we can't get one of our top six, we'd love to get Tanya. We wouldn't be 'settling for her' in any sense. As for the cute tiger, consider the royalties you'd get on Tammy for 'five good years, maybe as long as eight.' You'll get enough on the others today that you can afford to wait for Tammy to pay off. Besides, all that cute tiger stuff she had on is in a pile beside her now, and people don't pay all that much extra for used outfits. Not even the panties, when they have the girl herself. Consider that your competition is second-hand clothing stores. People only want the girl, trust me."

"Alright, you can have Tammy, too. You better make good use of her!"

"I can promise you that, Mitch. She'll be in our first cast, and I mean that two ways. We'll have a profit on her in doll orders before the day is out, before she ever appears on stage or in print, I'd bet on it. Only one guy can rape her the first time, but everyone else can get a fantastic imitation, exclusively through us. There might be a few guys, somewhere, who wouldn't want to rape a three-year-old virgin, not even a gorgeous little fuckdoll like Tammy, but I doubt there are any except a few purists who would refuse a life-size Virgin Tammy doll that will look, feel, and sound exactly like Tammy getting raped the first time."

Mitch grinned, nodded his agreement, and joked, "Gosh, I wonder how in the world you'll get a doll to sound exactly like Tammy getting raped the first time??" He asked seriously, "They won't be discontinued when you make another of her, later, will they?"

"Of course not," Robert assured him. "We'll still offer the Virgin Tammy dolls even after we have older versions of her for people to choose from. They'll still be in demand even if the model improves with age for a few years, like we expect Tammy will. If you're skeptical, check out the six dolls we're showing today. Virgin Candy and Virgin Kimberly are both from nine years ago! Plus we still get orders for the virgin dolls of Erin, Olivia, and Melanie, the other Kimberly, and the twins Heidi and Heather, all of which we got on the same trip, even though we haven't seen any of those girls since they were still worth seeing. But back to today's haul."

"Alright. The sixth one you mentioned was Rachael," Mitch said. "She's another one I considered keeping for myself. I helped the three of them bring in Rachael and Dawn before I checked out the other toys on display today, so I know why she's in your top six. Alright, you have a deal, on those six."

"Two more things, Mitch. If we don't have enough wax to make a full casting of Rachael, we'd like to make partial casts on all of the remaining six you brought in, instead, starting with Rachael and Tanya naturally."

"Remaining seven, you mean, don't you? If you can't cast Rachael fully, there would be seven left."

"About that. That's the other thing. We got to Rachael before Rod finished his 'foreplay' but Jeremy was a bit too eager, sorry," Robert apologised. "You don't have to worry," he added quickly. "We have a policy here: You Break Her, You Buy Her. We'll auction off Dawn 'as is' and whatever her final price is, Jeremy has to match it, and that's all he gets for his money. He has it, I assure you. He's also banned from the Swat Meet for two months."

"Two months?" Mitch asked in disbelief. "For raping a screaming six-year-old girl? Are you serious?"

"That's the rule," the other man confirmed.

"Don't you think that's a bit harsh?" Mitch objected. "All he did was rape her. Like that's going to matter at the end of the day. And she did ask."

"Well, you lost something on the sale value, but since you're the injured party and you're not complaining, we'll waive the ban. He still has to pay though. Can't be free."

"I won't complain about taking his money," Mitch laughed. "But now that it's done, you may as well get full use of her before the auction, too," Mitch suggested. "She's sweet as a peach, and a nice loud little screamer, as we found out the instant we got her skirt and blouse off, never mind her panties. Maybe someone will get attached to her that way, and bid more after giving her a test drive. Myself, I'd put her ahead of Tanya and Rachael, but you make your own choices. She was an unexpected bonus, you know. Dawn was just tagging along with Debby when I got the even dozen I wanted. 'Take me tooooo? Pleeeeease??' She was so cute, I swear, she practically begged to be raped on the spot. I wasn't even sure whether to take Debby at all until I saw Dawn. About like finding a fifty with a diamond wrapped inside."

"Didn't you say you picked them all out yourself?" Robert grinned. "Tell Rod to get a lavender card for her and give the corner to Jeremy if he wants it. If she's half as hot as you say, people are going to be awfully happy to see that go up."

"I'll put Dawn's lavender card up, myself," Mitch said. "That way, I'll be first in line, and be the happiest to see it go up!"

Robert laughed. "In any case, there's no hurry to make a partial casting of her anymore, so there's only six that matter if we don't have enough wax for a full casting of Rachael. You'll get royalties on anything we make of those, of course."

"Alright, it's a deal," Mitch agreed, "if I can put up the new cards after you've made their wax casts. I want to be first in line for any of them I brought that aren't being kept white for the auction. I guess that's Tammy, Beth, ... Tessy, Kelly, ... Rachael, ... and Kathie, after casting, and Dawn as soon as I get to her."

Robert nodded, and they shook hands again.

"Pleasure doing business with you," Mitch said, "but now if everything's settled, let's get back to the 'party' these girls wanted to go to! There's the real pleasure."

"Be my guest, literally," Robert smiled. "Take this," he said, offering a laminated card.

Mitch took it and examined the bold blue-over-pink lettering. "BR&T VIP," he read. "Great. Expires April 20th. That's tomorrow. What's it good for?"

"We'll be starting the wax casts in the tent in a few minutes. Jeff's been getting the wax hot. If you'd like, the VIP pass will get you in to watch. Otherwise you'd have to stand outside with the rest of the crowd and only get to listen. The VIP pass will also get you into the control room. Check out the monitors. You can see everything from there, even pick a favorite to put on the wide screen. It's not like watching up close and in person, but you do get to see the best action no matter where it happens. Another use for the card: playtime goes to three, as you probably already know. If you'd like to play until then, up close and in person, show the VIP pass and take any toys you want from the tables, no charge. Just kidding, we'll take it out of your credit. Just kidding. No charge, really, as long as you bring it back unbroken. Bent is fine. We expect a little wear and tear."

"I wanna go home!!" Kelly pleaded from under an arching trellis that normally showed off only boring red climbing roses. Far more interestingly, it currently had four cords tied to the sides and bases of the trellis, with a frightened four-year-old girl stretched tightly between them, her wrists and ankles wrapped in enough loops to ensure she had absolutely no chance to slip free. A small purple bikini top hung from a rose stem on one side; the matching panties hung from the other side of the trellis. Her slender arms strained as she waved her hands around, and her slender legs tugged, briefly lifting one foot or the other, with no more chance of breaking the cords binding her than she had of hiding any part of her bare body from the onlookers all around her.

"Me too!" Tessy wailed to him from the trellis beside Kelly's, the instant she saw the man approach who had offered to take her to a fun party. White roses adorned the trellis around and above her, but she didn't seem to appreciate them much. She paid more attention, in fact, to the bindings on her wrists, for some reason, looking up and turning her head back and forth between them, tossing her long blond ponytail around, as she squirmed and cried before looking back at the party man. Pieces of a yellow two-piece bikini lay piled up on the grass between her widely-separated bare feet. Make that numerous pieces. "I don't wanta be tied like this. It hurrrts! And they broke my new bikini!!" she accused. "Mommy's going to be so mad at them when I tell on them!"

"What's wrong, sweeties? Don't you like parties as much as you said you did?" Mitch teased. "You're the one who got Kelly to come with us, Tessy. Did she ever thank you for inviting her? Well? Did she?"

"No," Tessy answered, her ponytail shaking with her head. "But-"

"For shame, Kelly," Mitch scolded. "Such bad manners. Tell Tessy 'thank you' right now, or you'll get spanked for being such a bad girl." He said nothing about it, but he allowed her to see the short black rod he held in his right hand, on loan from the BR&T hardware supply.

"But I don't wanna go to the party! I wanna go home!!" Kelly protested, with a nervous look at the rod. She startled as a girl two rows in front of her suddenly jerked and screamed. A man nearby laughed. Kelly wondered why she kept doing that so much. She could see that the other girl stood under a trellis of flowers also, held her arms and legs out wide just like her, and also had no clothes on at all. She thought she saw more girls in rows ahead of that one, with men around them, too. Sounds of sobbing filled her ears. A girl far behind her cried incessantly and often moaned loudly, but never said anything. "Please take me home!!" Kelly begged. "I don't like this party. I jus wanna go home."

"Girls with bad manners don't get to go home, Kelly. Now thank Tessy for inviting you to the party, and thank me for bringing you here. Or else you'll get spanked." Thus saying, he lifted the rod and walked around the trellis to stand behind her.

Unable to turn, Kelly looked over her shoulder at him. "Thank you!" she screamed, a moment after he raised the rod high. "Th- thank you Tessy for inviting me!! An- and thank you for bringing me! Can I please go home now!? Pleeease!?"

"Well? What do you say to her, Tessy?" Mitch prompted, moving to stand between the two cuties. Men watching from nearby understood, and smiled.

"Uh... Yes, you can go home?" Tessy guessed. She couldn't see Kelly through the thick flowers between them. She easily heard the same confusion and distress in Kelly's voice that she felt herself, though she didn't know why Kelly had screamed with such sudden fear.

"Such bad manners you two girls have. She thanked you, Tessy. Tell her she's welcome, and that you're glad you invited her to the party and you want her to stay." He stepped closer to Tessy without lowering the rod.

Now the four-year-old understood the fear in the other one's voice. "You- you're welcome," Tessy repeated quickly. "I'm glad I invited you to the party and I want you to stay!"

"Your turn, Kelly. Tell her you're glad she invited you to the party and you'd be glad to stay."

"But I'm naaahhht!" Kelly protested. "I wanna go home!"

Mitch turned, shaking his head sadly, and snapped the rod hard against the girl's small bare bottom.

"WWaaaahhwww!" Kelly suddenly jerked and screamed, thus getting a clue about the girl two trellises in front of her. "Aahhww! Ahhhhw! Ahhhww!" she wailed, wildly squirming her little body as much as her cords allowed, but all her wiggling and wailing didn't ease the stinging at all.

"Now tell Tessy how glad you are that she invited you, and that you'd be glad to stay at the party with her."

Kelly whined. "I'm glad you invited me and and I'd be glad to stay with you-"

"But," Tessy yelled, "I don't want to stay eith- AAWWwwh! Yahh!! Auuuwwie!" A few men near a glass-domed object in front of her laughed. She frowned at them.

"It's bad manners to interrupt, Tessy. See what you get for being a rude little girl? Tell her you're glad she's going to stay at the party with you."

Tessy looked over her shoulder at the man. She cried from the stinging pain in her tender bottom. He held the rod ready. She surely didn't want any more. Fearfully, she called to Kelly, "I'm- I'm glad you're going to stay here- at the party- with me. Can we go now!?"

"No," Mitch told them both. "Coming to the party has taught you better manners. You're both going to stay and learn even more about how cute little girls like you two have to behave. Besides, you both just said you wanted to stay and wanted the other one to stay. You wouldn't want to get spanked for lying, would you?"

"No!" Kelly quickly answered, shaking her head vigorously, and by close association, wiggling her little bare body.

"But when are you going to take us?" Tessy cried, while twisting around to try to see him. The men by the glass dome laughed again.

Mitch smiled. "I won't, but someone else will, very soon. I've already arranged it. You'll go whenever and wherever someone takes you, and you'll be told what you have to do. If you don't do what they want sweet little girls like you to do, you'll get spanked again and again until you learn to behave. I'll leave you two with your audience now. There are ten other sweeties I can't wait to see!"

As he moved down the row to their right, he looked back at them and waved. "I hope you like lavender!" he called. The men by the glass dome cheered.