Janice followed Fran down the mall's corridors, both girls wearing nothing but sleeveless dresses, shoes and socks. The hems of the skirts were as short as could be gotten away with in public, but it was still possible to see beneath them if they wanted to tease someone. Flowing behind, the hems often were lifted by the draught as they ran and left quite a few hard cocks in their wake. Fran disappeared into a store and Janice followed, finding her with her mother.

Getting permission for Janice to be let out for the day from the sanatorium had proven harder than Fran and her mother expected. It meant committing Fran for an extra week, and having her service selected clients. It also meant wearing exactly what the sanatorium dictated, and that meant off hand exposure of their cunts, with the proviso that they get laid while on the outside. But Janice found herself enjoying the day, flipping her skirt up at old men, boys, a store clerk or two, and occasionally flirting with women she could pick out of the crowd as lesbians.

One female store clerk had actually fondled her between the legs when Janice was alone with her for a few moments, and Janice had smiled at her over her shoulder, beginning to throb as pussy cream flowed between the woman's fingers. "Maybe I can come back later," Janice had suggested. "The stockroom is through that curtain. If I'm not out front here, you'll find me there," the woman had said.

Now she and Fran and her mother were in a lingerie shop. Fran was browsing, and her mother was talking to the saleslady, gesturing to Fran and now Janice. Fran came over to Janice. "Look, her eyes are bulging really big."

The woman was in her late thirties, middle height, slim, a very pretty face with long eye lashes, a pert nose, and long thin lips that were heavily rogued in purple to go along with her outfit. She wore a very transparent blouse, and a very short skirt, her legs in three inch spiked high heels. Janice flashed her baby twat at the woman, who gulped. "I think I have just the thing," the woman said, "We have change rooms in back, if you'd like to take a look." She lead them back through yellow curtain and down to a table and chairs behind another curtain. "I'll get what I think you'd appreciate," she told them, her voice flustered.

"This is going to be fun," whispered Janice, and she flipped her dress up and over her head, leaving just her socks and shoes on. Fran hesitated, but her mother took over, and in a knick, she was buck naked as Jane.

The sales lady stopped dead in her tracks when she found the girls laying with their legs up and out to the side. "Theûthese should fit the girls quite nicely," she stuttered, setting the underwear down and focussing on the central vignette of two naked girls ready for pleasure. She felt the driblets of he juices begin to stain her own panties. "You have very pretty... slits?"

"Would you like to kiss me, Janice asked, unabashed and inviting this woman to have her. "It's too bad we don't have company."

"I could ... arrange ... something, if you like," the woman said, looking askance at Fran's mother. Fran's mother nodded, and the woman left for a little while. While she was gone, Janice placed a hand over Fran's pussy and rubbed.

"Ah, that feels incredible," Fran moaned. Her mother undressed and forced a tit into Fran's face.

"We just had to lock up," the sales lady said, coming into the room, "I'm sure we won't be disturbed. With her was the woman whom Janice had flashed earlier, and Janice smiled to herself; she had been right about her, after all.

Janice saw a hunger in the eyes of the clerk she had originally met and spread her legs as the young woman approached her and pulled up a chair. The other clerk nervously began to disrobe, but had trouble, her hands trembling, with the buttons of her blouse. Fran's mother offered to help, and as she undressed the woman, her hands felt the stiffening nipples at full attention. The skirt discarded on the floor, Fran gaped at the woman's glimmering crotch, framed by crotchless panties and dribbling cunt juice along the length of her thighs.

"Let me feel how wet you are," Fran implored her. The lady came forward and let Fran run a gentle hand through her gooey wetness. "Oh, wow!" Fran squealed, "you're just absolutely steaming, aren't you." Her fingers slipped inside and pushed themselves up as far as they would go.

"OH!" the woman double over, then relaxed, and Fran plunged her fingers in and out, in and out. "Ah, ah, ah! That's so ... gooood!"

"Didn't I tell you, Marly," Janice's clerk said, stopping her nipple licking for a moment, her own fingers doing the same to Janice, her mouth sucking hard on the girl's immature nipples.

"Fran, my daughter, was only raped for the first time last week," her mother told the clerks, "but she's learned to love girl to girl sex."

"I've been to the sanatorium a few times," Janice's clerk announced, "and the girls and boys are very well trained."

"Yes, once you let them know who's holding who by the short hairs," Fran's mother smiled down on Fran, "they become very malleable. We understand each other then?"

"We can settle when we finish," Janice's clerk agreed, her hand massaging Janice's inner thigh as she lifted her mouth from her nipple for a moment. "Fine by me. Now girls, make sure these two lovely ladies get what you're worth, hm," she commanded the children, sitting in a corner to play with herself while she watched the action.

The lingerie clerk pulled Janice off the table and over to a sofa, pushing her down and forcing her legs open. Janice reciprocated; her legs invitingly splayed as the clerk began to kiss and lick down her tummy. "Oh yeah, oh that's good. Oh, gawwwwwwwd." Janice howled as the clerk dipped her tongue into Janice's navel and licked hard. She took a look between the child's legs and saw a shallow puddle forming under her bum. And then she slipped her tongue down to the tiny, inflamed clitty, hard and ready for getting off.

Fran stayed on the table, but the sales lady found a soft downy pillow and placed it under Fran's bum. She wasted no time, but pushed her down and woman's warm, wet cunt, met child's slippery, drenching pussy hole and rubbed, and rubbed, and rubbed. Fran sighed loudly, then groaned, then whimpered gleefully as they dry humped their cunts together.

"Oh geez, oh wow!" this lady couldn't believe the lovely feeling of a child's soft body against her own. "Fuck, but you're good, Franny," she told her. She pushed down on Fran, Fran pushed back rhythmically, and soon she was exploding, pop, pop, swoosh, pop, "Oh, ah, ohhhhhh. Fuck me!!" she yelped.

Her companion kept screwing up and into her, their wetness combining into slippery goo. "Oh, you're a beautiful little whore. Yeeeessss," the lady bit her lip, exploding over Fran, "yooouuu û aaaarrrre." Her breathing was rapid and shallow, and she kept up the steady rhythm with little break.

Fran came a second time, wiggling, squirming under her partner, pushing up for more. Her mouth was covered and her lips forced. The lady's tongue found her licking and sucking on an eleven year old child's mouth, and her cunt pressing into her and rammed down as she popped another orgasm.

She stopped after a little rest, pulled herself around, and now her cunt was in Fran's face, and she was facing a naked, sweetly dripping slit which she bent over and kissed.

Fran licked against the hairy muff over her mouth and then started sucking like she had been taught to do at the sanatorium by the her mother and the Barrett's. She remembered Mrs. Barrett's hairy pussy and smiled, now that she was eating this delicious cunt, slobbering goo down her chin on to her neck.

Her nipples, she certainly couldn't call them tits, yet, hard and stiff, were tweaked and played with it, and it sent charges deep down into her cunny hole and made her hips jerk quickly upward. Each one was given its own turn, then the woman found her navel, and rubbed tip to tip, tongue to belly button. A hand was gently working its magic against Fran's pussy when the woman's mouth finally found her clitty and began a long, slowly attentive licking. Fran's hips jerked again and she went pop, pop, swoosssh, pop again, cumming all over the grown up's hand as it worked inside her.

"I never thought I could enjoy a child's muff so much," the woman told Fran's mother, "it's so soft and pliable, and delicate." She licked along the slit and heard a contented gurgle from the little girl. "Do you happen to have a dildo?"

Rummaging through her purse, Fran's mother came up with at least four dildoes and vibrators of various sizes and lengths. Fran's aroused partner chose a double headed one that would work away in both snatches as it was pumped and prodded, pushed and sloshed about between them. She faced Fran, gave the tool a slurpy lick and pushed one end into her own passage, with a low, extended moan, drawing it out, then pushing it back in several time over.

"Spread your legs and get ready for it, you wonderful little child slut." Then she shoved it into Fran and drove it as far in on the first thrust as she could. Fran shuddered, moaned, groaned, stretched and pushed her hips up to meet the thrust and impale herself even more. The sales lady drew back, then pushed in again, then forced it into a rhythm that Fran pushed back with and wiggled her hips to.

"Oh WOW!!" moaned Fran breathlessly, "this is awesome." She started to pop and throb again and felt the contractions of her cunny walls against the dildo. Looking into the face of the sales lady, Fran saw that far away look that told she was coming just hard. The dildo slipped in easier as the warm liquid coated it and their cunts squished together. Fran's toes curled, her fingers tensed and her body released all the tension it had built up in one, then two, then ... she didn't know when it stopped, but she found the woman's sweating body pressed against her, kissing Fran's cheeks, her chin, her neck, and anything else she could put her lips to.

The early afternoon found them at lunch in a three star hotel restaurant. The children sat with Fran's mother in booth, each sitting as close to either of the outside corners as they could. While they waited for the waiter, Fran lifted her skirt and spread her legs so that the businessmen sitting at the nearest table got a good look at her hairless, innocently bald twat. Janice, when she saw the reaction of the men between their own legs, followed Fran, and soon both men were hard and the girls could see their cocks straining their crotches.

From time to time, while eating, or talking among themselves, the girls would give the men another teasing glance, flirting with them, opening their legs and tweaking their skirts. It made the girls wet again, and hot for long stiff pricks. Janice rose, going to the men at their table. She gave each a peck on the cheek, and when she returned had a piece of paper in her palm.

"They said we could come to their room after lunch," she told Fran. Fran looked over at them and blew a kiss toward them.

After lunch, in the room, Fran was the first to toss her light dress to the floor and kneel before her man. She undid his belt, opened his fly and drew out a thick and hard organ that salivated thick pre-cum goo, which she licked from the head.

Janice dropped her dress and lay on one of the beds, spreading her legs wide, invitingly. Her guest dropped his pants and underwear in the wink of an eye and dropped onto her, pushing his pecker right up into her. She moaned, taking his almost seven inches without problem, and began to pump her hips under his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth, his fingers pinched her nipples, his cock rammed and pumped into her fast and hard, and Janice met every thrust. "OH!! I'M CUMMING. I'M CUMMING." Janice throbbed and her hips jumped and jerked against the guy as she convulsed under him. "Oh gawd, Mister," Janice panted, "you're really good. Don't stop, don't stop. Fuck me good. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me ..." she started to chant.

The guy kept at as long as he could but then he was at the point of letting go. He stiffened, his prick hard and throbbing, then his cream shot up into Janice and she felt it hit the back of her cunt with a wet splat. "Oh gawd, that was good. I think you're the best fuck I've had in a long time." He was panting with exhaustion as his rod went flaccid. "You're so fucking tight. You can't be any more than ten or eleven years old."

"Close enough," Janice grinned. "Now turn around and eat me out, while I suck you clean."

Fran was getting it doggie style, bent over with her hands on the bed and the fellow she was with standing behind her, his cock thrusting away at a leisurely pace. His thumb rubbed up against Fran's arse hole, driving her wild and making her push back against him to meet his quick thrusts. She blasted away with an orgasm, screaming and tossing her bum, which the guy had to grip all the harder. Fran tossed her head back and forth, the orgasm kept going, and driving her crazy. Then she felt the guy splashing his cum against her cunt wall, and he was groaning and pumping once or twice more, panting with satisfaction.

Fran wasn't finished, though. "Lick me again, clean me up." He got on his knees, gladly, licking and slurping on the slobbered lips of her tiny cunt. In his head, he had visions of doing this to his nine year old daughter back home, and he just might, he decided.

From a chair against the wall, her hands and ankles bound with leather handcuffs and ankle cuffs, Fran watched Janice writh and convulse on the table as she was given her shock treatment. The shock treatment was a regular thing here, she knew, and it was one of the reasons she was glad to be finally going home tomorrow. She had loved spreading her legs for boys dicks, and men's cocks, and licking Janice's and other girl's pussy's, but Fran didn't think she could take being confined in the sanatorium day after day, night after night, as Janice was. She was still ambivalent about going about naked as they made her do; and she knew that when she got home, finally, she would still be required to go naked about the house, and would never again be allowed to wear underwear unless it was sexually stimulating and provocative.

Janice stopped convulsing and went limp, the electricity shut off now. The nurse went about unstrapping her and lifting her to a gurney. "Fran, dear," the nurse asked for the sake of courtesy and trying to put her at ease, "are you ready?"

Fran looked over at Janice, her tongue splayed out of her mouth, which dripped saliva down her cheeks and neck. She said nothing in response, and the nurse pulled her to her feet and hefted her in her arms, taking her to the table and stretching her out to begin strapping her down and applying the electrodes and the weird looking helmet behind her head. Fran tried to resist being strapped down, but the nurse pinned her wrists with the expert touch of one who had done this many times. Her legs were wide open, and the nurse took a metal rod, greased it with lubricant, and shoved it into Fran's arse hole. Then, finally, she settled the helmet on her head to hold firmly in place while she applied the electrodes. It took a few minutes to get the electrodes in place properly, and this gave Fran time to settle. Then the nurse pried Fran's pussy open with two fingers, and with a smile, rubbed her to orgasm. Satisfied Fran was nice and lubbed between her legs, the nurse went to a corner to wait.

Fran felt the first shock as a tiny twitch which stopped abruptly. A second charge was more intense, and Fran shuddered and shivered with a squeal of pain. The next shock made her jump and howl with pain. At that point, the nurse came up to her and stuffed a dirty leather rag between her teeth. The shocks became longer, and more powerful, and the next thing Fran remembered was twitching, then convulsing violently until the oblivion of unconsciousness claimed her.

Fran wasn't awake so much as she was watching herself being fucked from a distance. The little girl was responding physically, but there was no intensity to it. Her body responded almost automatically to the pumping action of the thick pecker ramming her hole. Her hips met his thrust for thrust, in the same way a robot would follow a command. She went back into the darkness, aware that the girl her mind belonged to was something other than who she was, it's eyes blank, it's body flaccid as it was being fucked, her tongue hanging limply from her mouth.

Fran was surrounded by fresh linen when she woke, groggily trying to get her bearings. She felt something weird against her skin between her legs, and touching it, wondered why she had been diapered. Something felt lumpy, wet and clammy against her skin, and there was a noisome odour coming from somewhere. She certainly wasn't at home. Was she in the hospital. No, she in a sanatorium. Then she saw a man pumping his erect organ into Janice, in a bed next to her own, and slowly everything came back to her.

"Time to get up, sweet thing," a nurse with a cap and nothing else but a garter belt, hose, and shoes, told her, then pulled back the covers. "My, my, Fran," she clicked her tongue, I'll bet you're diaper is just full of shit, hm. Like you." She pulled Fran upright and put her feet on the floor. "Come with me, sweet thing."

She was taken down the hall, then got on the elevator, then down another hall, which seemed to be offices and administrative parts of the building. While they walked, the holding Fran's hand and leading her, Fran slowly became aware that something was running down her legs and leaving a watery brown streak. She was horrified that she had shit herself and the nurse had not bothered to let her change and clean herself up.

A door opened and the nurse present Fran to the doctor who had overseen her case. Standing there, leaking shit through a diaper, Fran suddenly saw her mother, and her grandparents. She wanted to run, and the smell coming up from her diaper was making her wish she could be anywhere but here, in front of her grandparents.

"Come in Fran," the doctor told her. "Fran, while I discuss your case and what to do with you with your mother and grandparents, I want you to get under my desk and suck and lick my feet and toes."

"C-can I clean up first?"

"No. Now do as I tell you." The nurse pushed Fran toward the desk and pushed her shoulders down so that her head was under the desk and she was face to face with the doctor's feet while her arse poked up at her mother and grandparents. "Don't stop until I tell you."

The two feet were on a foot stool, and Fran licked tentatively at first, at the same time trying to listen as the doctor and her family discussed her. The doctor presented the soles of one foot and Fran licked from the big toe, down the length of the sole, to his heel and back again. She sucked the big toe into her mouth and caressed it with her tongue, just as though it were a cock. She nursed on it for a while, then went on to the other four toes and did the same to them, but the little toe she treated more as a clitoris, her mother's clitoris, than a fat prick.

She saw the boner in the crotch of the doctor's pants as she looked up once, switching to the other foot. She tried to listen as they talked, and from time to time the doctor paused in mid-sentence as he moaned or grunted. She began to enjoy this, and went at it with more fervour.

She caught vague pieces of conversation. Something about Fran being naked at all times when home; something else about "relieving" herself in a litter box. She stopped to listen as her grandfather added something, "... cage in our basement. That's what we used to do for her mother. It was very effective."

"Do I have to sleep in a cage, and shit in a cat's box?" she asked, bemused.

"I did when I was your age," her mother told her, sitting naked and looming large from where Fran lay on the floor.

"You can take and change her now," the doctor said. "The nurse will help."

Wearing only a johnny shirt and slippers, Fran looked back at the sanatorium buildings as her Grandfather drove his van down to the gates and out on to the highway. He had a wide grin on his face, and his crotch was beginning to throb under his pants once more. He had given her his prick in all three holes as she lay spread on the low examination table; so excited was he that his organ stayed rampant for a long time. There was nothing more exciting than a luscious piece of soft, hairless childhood pussy. Grandma had rubbed her mound between Fran's lips and kept coming and coming and coming until she rolled off the child and lay panting on the floor, her naked body heaving with the exertions.

Now Fran was finally going home, not to where she had lived, but now to her grandparents, where arrangements had been made for Fran and her mother to move in and be the sexual servants of her grandparents and their neighbourhood friends. She sat back, relaxing against the seat, as an experienced hand, her grandmother's, slipped under the gown and probed gently along Fran's pussy lips. Fran enjoyed the ride home as fingers and palms played on her pussy and ran themselves deep inside it, and her gown was loosened to allow her grandmother and mother access to her flat, child's chest, their lips licking and sucking gently and then probing harder to make her cum and lift her hips from the seat. It was going to be wonderful at Grandma's house, Fran decided, and let herself be used any way they wanted for now.