TOMMY TAKES CHARGE AT THE DOCTOR'S

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 7 ]

Tommy sent his mother off to work and went to school feeling great. His harem was up to five now, three of whom were pregnant! How much more fun could a 12-year-old have? The first thing he did when he arrived at school was to find Paul.

"Paul, I know we gotta go to school, to keep up appearances, but today I want to take the day off. What do you say?"

Paul smiled, confused, "Tommy, what ARE you talking about? You think they're just going to let us walk out of here?"

"As a matter of fact, they are."

Paul shook his head but followed his friend into the attendance office. Mrs. Clark, looking older and more wrinkled than ever, smiled over her morning attendance records. "Good morning, Tommy, how are your mother and sister today?"

Tommy smiled back, "Good morning, Mrs. Clark. Mom and Holly are both pregnant."

Mrs. Clark's mouth opened in surprise, remaining slack as her eyes met Tommy's.

"Tommy?” Paul asked, "What's wrong with her?"

"Nothing," Tommy replied, "she's just in my power. Watch. Mrs. Clark, you're in your doctor's office and Paul here is your doctor. He needs to examine your smelly, old pussy."

The old lady rolled her chair back. As Paul watched, his mouth open, Mrs. Clark pulled up her dark skirt and dropped her panties down to her ankles. Smiling at Paul, Tommy said, "Go ahead, 'Doctor' Paul."

Paul stared at the furry beaver Mrs. Clark displayed. She was obviously quite old as her lips sagged thinly between her legs.

"Tommy, how?"

"I don't know. I noticed that my eyes glow when I look at them in the mirror and ever since I can, like, hypnotize people and command them. Quit trying to look at them; if you look at them you'll go all slack like she did.”

Paul wasn't sure what to say but he looked away, his gaze falling again on the adult pussy in front of him.

"Can I touch her?"

"Sure, if you *want* to. If you come with me I can get you something better, a virgin, anyone you want.”

Paul nodded, unable to take his gaze from the snatch in front of him. Tommy moved to seal Mrs. Clark's fate.

"Mrs. Clark, you'll not gossip or tell anyone about Holly or Mom. It will seem completely reasonable; in fact they DESERVE to be pregnant. You have a bull on your farm, don't you, Mrs. Clark?"

Mrs. Clark nodded, smiling, "Yes, Tommy."

"Good. You have been looking at that bull for some time. It has been SO long since you have had any sex, whenever you see or think of that bull, you'll remember the BEST sex you have ever had, and when you remember, you'll remember that it was just like those bulls. In fact you will wonder if in fact you haven't made love to the bulls your whole life.”

Mrs. Clark nodded, her eyes glazed.

"Made love to the bulls.”

Tommy glanced over at Paul's tented trousers and smiled.

"Good, Mrs. Clark. You'll also make sure we are marked present unless I call you and tell you otherwise."

Mrs. Clark nodded and smiled, "Of course, Tommy."

Tommy kept Mrs. Clark's gaze as he opened her top desk drawer. Everyone in school knew she kept the pictures of her prize bulls there: Her standing with trophies at the county fair, a large hunk of bull flesh behind her; long shots of her pastures with the bull and his herd on the grassy hills; and one Tommy had never seen before, the largest of Mrs. Clark's bulls mounting one of her cows. Tommy broke his contact as he stared at the picture. Maybe he hadn't been wrong about Mrs. Clark's state of mind.

Mrs. Clark saw Tommy looking at her "secret" picture and started to protest, but then noticed the bull, her bull, and started breathing heavily. Tommy and Paul slipped from the room before Mrs. Clark could even ask why her skirt was up and her panties down. As a moan came through the closed door, it was obvious that she did not care.

Tommy and Paul laughed as they walked out of the building, heading toward Dr. Bambi's Woman's Clinic.

After their joking ended, Paul became very quiet for a while. Then he turned to his friend and asked, "Tommy, you let your mother and sister get pregnant?"

"'LET them get pregnant? Paul, I MADE them pregnant. Tonight I will do the same to Lisa and Melody."

"Lisa?” Paul gasped, "You are going to get in Lisa's pants?"

"She was my first," Tommy grinned at the adoration in his friend's face.

"No way! You mean it? And Melody, the gymnast? Didn't her parents go crazy...Tommy, did you do that?"

Tommy smiled and nodded. "Today we're adopting Melody."

"Tommy, HOW did YOU make them pregnant?"

"My Aunt Bambi will show you anything you want to know when we get there."

Paul walked quickly along, his face strained with concentration as he tried to grasp what his best friend was telling him. As they entered the professional building housing Bambi's practice, Paul stared at a pregnant woman walking out.

In the hush of the lobby he whispered to Tommy, "What does your mother think of all this?"

Tommy approached the elevators and pushed the button as he answered, "She doesn't like it, thinks it is wrong. She thinks too much; maybe tonight I'll turn her brain off, make her a pet, a farm animal like Blackie.

"Paul, women are just toys. A lot of fun to use, but you don't need to worry about their feelings or what they are thinking."

Paul was growing excited as the elevator carried them upwards. "Yeah, sure, but your own mother and sister?"

"Especially my mother and sister, Paul. They ran my life, always telling me what to do. And you want them to be human again?"

"No, I guess not, Tommy."

The doors opened and the two boys crossed the hall and entered the Woman's Clinic. The waiting room was full: A red-head with an extremely full belly sat in the corner, an older woman in a business suit sat with her budding daughter, a blonde just starting to show holding the arm of her husband, and two twenty-ish black women. Silence fell as the couple stopped talking and the black women looked up from the out dated magazines they were reading.

"Tommy?" the nurse in the window, a young brunette with a dazzling smile asked. When Tommy nodded and stepped forward the waiting room returned to normal.

"She is expecting you," the nurse continued, standing and opening the door for Tommy and Paul. The nametag on her tight, white uniform read "Janice". A glance at Paul's full groin and Janice quickly licked her lips where only the two boys could see. Before they could say anything about it, Bambi came around the corner and Janice hurried back to her station.

"Don't pay any attention to Janice, Tommy, she is one of us," Bambi began, holding her hand out and saying to Paul, "That means she knows her place, just as I do. I am Bambi, Tommy's aunt."

Paul took her hand, his mouth moving as if he wanted to say something but nothing came out.

"This is Paul," Tommy said for him, "He is here for his first."

"As you please. Janice, we'll be in Examination Room One and we won't want to be disturbed."

"Yes, Doctor."

Paul's head snapped around as the door slammed behind him. His senses were overwhelmed by the pictures, medical close-ups of female sexual organs, by the examination table, and especially by the stirrups with their straps and strange configurations.

"See any you liked?” Tommy asked him, snapping Paul's attention back to the task at hand.

"Any one?” Paul asked looking back at the closed door.

"Well, any one but Bambi here. She's family and I want her to carry my child."

"Sure, Tommy, whatever you say. You know that lady out there, the one with the daughter?"

"Mrs. Baughman," Bambi prompted.

"Yeah, I guess."

"Excellent choice. Shall I have Janice bring her in?"

"No," Paul blushed, "I want the girl."

Tommy laughed. "YES! Okay, you can have her and her mom can watch."

"REALLY, Tommy? I can just...do her?"

Tommy nodded.

Bambi smiled, scanning a schedule on a clipboard. "Mrs. Baughman is bringing her daughter Kathy in for her first exam."

Pressing a button on the intercom on the wall, Bambi said, "Janice, please show the Baughmans into Examination Room One."

"Can I get her pregnant?"

Bambi shook her head when Tommy looked at her, answering, "She's still too young."

Tommy smiled, putting his hand on his crestfallen friend's shoulder. "That's okay, Paul. If you want to make her pregnant I'll make sure she comes back for you when she's ripe."

Silence fell as Janice showed the two Baughman women into the room. Mrs. Baughman stopped just inside the door as she caught sight of the two boys.

"Hello, Doctor. What are these two doing in here?"

"Mrs. Baughman," Bambi answered, extending her hand. The woman had to take a step forward to shake her hand. As Janice closed to door on her way out, Bambi addressed the question she'd been asked.

"They are here to examine your daughter; they are here to have sex with little Kathy."

Mrs. Baughman’s mouth opened and then closed. The blood rushed to her face and her eyes flashed with anger as she roared, "WHAT? I don't know what you think you're doing, but I'll have your license.”

Her voice stopped as Tommy caught her eyes. "Mrs. Baughman, do you have a first name?"

"Cindy."

"Alright, Cindy, I want you to tell us about the best sex you ever had."

"The best sex I ever had… I was eighteen, summer had just started and Bill, he was my boyfriend, drove me out to Crystal Lake. We ate dinner, watched the sun set, went skinny dipping in the cold water, and then, under the stars, we made love for hours and hours. I've never felt anything like that night.”

"Great, Cindy. Listen closely, now. Whenever you think of Paul here having sex with your daughter, you'll start to feel like you did that night with Bill. Do you have that? It will feel so good to think about Kathy serving Paul. You won't be able to climax, though, until you see him climax with her. The more you think about Paul and Kathy, the hotter you'll become, but you'll know that you cannot find release until Kathy is his sex slave, willing or not. You'll feel all those wonderful feelings once again, but only when Kathy serves Paul."

Cindy Baughman nodded and Tommy broke contact. "Come on, Paul, we have some things to take care of."

"WHAT?” Paul yelled, "What about me and the girl?"

"That will take a little time," Tommy replied, looking at Mrs. Baughman who was still in a rage, but every time she mentioned Paul and Kathy, she closed her eyes and shuddered. "Keep them here, Bambi. And stall the pregnant woman; I have never made love to a pregnant woman. How pregnant is she? Her belly looks huge."

Bambi smiled, "Well into the 9th month. She should be giving birth within the next few days."

"Good," Tommy smiled, "we'll be back in a few hours."

Tommy looked at Paul who was over eyeing Kathy's legs. Every time Mrs. Baughman moved to pull Paul away she stopped, panting, having now broken out in a sweat. Kathy Baughman was dressed in a short blue skirt and a blue top with little balloons on it. Her hair was a ponytail, and only a pair of pink socks and saddle shoes covered her bare legs, beneath the skirt Tommy could see the girl's "Wonder Woman" Underoos.

"Come on, Paul. Trust me, it will be worth the wait."

Tommy's imagination danced as he took a long look at the red- head's protruding stomach. "Trust me, it will be worth the wait," he thought.

"Where are we going?” Paul asked when they reached the street.

"A porno shop," Tommy replied, "To sell these videos of Mom with our pony, Blackie and me with all my women."

"Sell them?"

"Sure. When Mom stops working how am I going to be able to afford to eat and keep all my women? I mean dog food isn't free, you know."

Paul blinked for a minute, processing what his friend had said. "Dog food? You mean Melody eats dog food?"

"Of course. You don't think I would waste human food on them, do you?"

"Man, do I want to see that."

"You will," Tommy replied, offering his hand.

"Friends?"

"Friends for LIFE!” Paul replied, pumping the hand quickly.

As Paul turned away, Tommy smiled and noticed for the first time what a cute ass Paul had.

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The neighborhood was dark, dangerous, but Tommy knew this was the area Lisa had come to fulfill his demands for videos and harnesses. He wanted to take a look at the selection as well as make a good deal for the merchandise in his backpack. They drew some attention, but not too much, and Tommy soon saw the place he wanted.

The sign above the door said "Bondage Elite". The storefront window was blacked out. Another sign, poorly hand-lettered and posted on the door said, "ABSOLUTELY NO ONE UNDER 18." Tommy ignored it, pushing the door open and entering the stale smelling shop.

The large black man behind the counter looked up from his magazine as the bell above the door signaled their arrival. It slammed behind them as Tommy and Paul looked around in awe at the hundreds of covers with naked women and unnamable sexual acts.

"Get the hell out of here! Can't you read," the clerk roared, rising to his feet and crossing toward them.

Tommy took a step backward, afraid of the large man moving toward him. Then, remembering his purpose and his power, he deftly caught the big man's eye. "Get the owner. It is very important that we speak to him."

The clerk retired through a door marked "Employees Only" and a couple of minutes later followed another man back into the shop. The new arrival had dark hair, mirrored aviator's glasses, and wore a very nice suit of shiny grey fabric.

"What do you kids want? Lenny, we could be shut down for this! Is this some kind of fuckin' joke? Lenny, get them out of here."

"Wait!” Tommy commanded, staring at the big man's eyes.

"'Wait what, kid? Get out before Lenny has to throw you out."

Tommy stood, stunned. "Look me in the eye and say that."

"Tough kid," the man smiled at Lenny. Then, leaning close so Tommy could feel his breath on his face, he hyper-enunciated, "Get. Out. Now."

Lenny moved forward as his boss stood and straightened his suit. Paul was quaking with terror, tears forming in his eyes. Tommy felt the same panic in his gut but managed to speak. "Don't you want to see what we brought you?"

"Look," the big man said, taking off his sunglasses and pinching the bridge of his nose, "I told you to get the hell out of..."

Lenny stopped, questioning his boss's glazed look, "Mr. Ludlow?"

Thinking quickly, Tommy spoke to Mr. Ludlow, "We should really do this in your office, don't you agree?"

Catching Lenny's eyes was easy, "And we don't want to be disturbed."

As they followed Mr. Ludlow through the door, Paul whispered to Tommy, "What happened?"

"I don't know," Tommy replied, "Maybe the sunglasses blocked my powers."

"Then don't let him put them back on!” Paul whispered.

"Mr. Ludlow," Tommy began, waiting for the man to turn before continuing, "You really don't like wearing sunglasses. In fact when you wear them they will hurt your eyes terribly. You'll be very glad you listened to what we have to say."

Tommy broke contact and they walked into a cramped office. Mr. Ludlow, by habit, put his glasses back on as he took his seat.

"Damn! Don't know why I keep these damned things," Mr. Ludlow said, pulling them off again and tossing them on his desk. "You have two minutes to convince me that I shouldn't have Lenny come back here and toss you out on your asses."

Tommy smiled, "Got a VCR?"

An hour later Mr. Ludlow sat staring at Tommy's mother servicing Blackie in the barn. He knew a thing or two about this sort of thing and there was no faking this, the shots were too detailed.

"Where'd you kids get this?" he asked.

"I made it," Tommy replied, "That's my mom."

"You got some mom, kid. I wish *I* had a mom like that."

"So, is this worth something?” Tommy asked.

"Not really," Ludlow replied slowly, "This stuff is illegal. But I'm a sport. I'll give you five dollars apiece for them."

Tommy frowned, "Mr. Ludlow, I may only be a kid, but I'm a kid who knows which end of a woman is for what. Don't give me that 'it's illegal' shit. You don't care about that if there's a market for it. There is, isn't there?"

Mr. Ludlow steepled his fingers together, thinking. Then he looked back at Tommy and said, "Here's the deal, kid. I'll be taking the risks, here, so I'll be making the profits. I'll front you $3,000 for your mom's tape and $1,500 for each of the others against 10% of the profits. Your mom is sure to sell well; she'll probably be the hottest nude slave in Europe if you can provide more products."

"'More products is no problem. Mom and the girls will take special requests, if the price is right. One other thing: Do you know of a nude dance club around here?"

"Nude dancing is against the law in this locality, kid," Mr. Ludlow answered with a smile, "Sure, I have connections with one."

"Good, my girls need plenty of exercise. I think they should take turns at your club."

"Do they perform?"

"'Perform'? You mean with the men in the club?” Tommy asked. "They will if the clients are clean and checked and covered."

"Been doing some special homework, haven't you, kid? I keep the private 'dances' upscale, so our doctor checks all of them out. The girls do, too. I don't need to lose my little bread-winners."

"Good. Then they'll do anything on two legs or four, so long as it is clean and they aren't injured permanently. I do love mom and she is carrying my child."

"Interested in selling any of them?"

Tommy was silent for a minute. This was something he had not previously considered.

Paul spoke up, "Mr. Ludlow, are you serious? Sell women?"

"Sure, it's just like livestock."

"Not now, maybe later," Tommy answered as Mr. Ludlow laughed at Paul's suddenly pale face.

"Then, kid, I guess we're in business. Here's $10,500 and I'll let Lenny know you have a tab here. Pick up what ever you think you'll need."

"Two more things, Mr. Ludlow. Since we're in business together, why don't you call me 'Tommy' and when my girls dance at your club, can I watch?"

"Well, Tommy, it is a pleasure doing business with you. Don't worry, you can watch."

Tommy carefully stowed the money in his backpack. It was more money than he or Paul had seen in their life. Then, on the way out, they picked up a few more items to replace the videos he'd sold. Without a glance back the two friends made their way out of the neighborhood and back to the Woman's Clinic.

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Tommy and Paul could hear the yelling as soon as the elevator doors opened. Entering the clinic they saw the pregnant redhead shouting at Janice.

"I have been waiting for over two HOURS!"

"Yes, Mrs. Clark, I understand," the receptionist replied, catching sight of Tommy, "You can go in right now. I'll show you the way to Examination Room Two."

Tommy watched the woman struggle to walk to the door, her large belly sagging with the weight of the child within, made even more pronounced by the child being carried so low. The woman was wearing a powder blue maternity dress that Tommy could not see under, her hair was a soft auburn, and ran down her back, and she looked to be about 27 years old, she waddled in with her hands on her belly, her ankles visible with white socks disappearing into plain brown moccasins.

"You can do anything you want with them, Tommy, can't you?” Paul whispered in awe.

"I'm learning," Tommy smiled.

"Then we really can make them into pets? I mean, just pets like trained dogs?"

Before Tommy could answer Mrs. Baughman walked into the hallway and looked straight at Paul, exclaiming, "There you are!"

She was perspiring heavily, and little Kathy held her hand looking confused. Paul almost ran out when Mrs. Baughman got on her knees, placing Kathy's hand in Paul's. "Please, take her!"

Paul blinked, "Take her where?"

Mrs. Baughman looked desperate, wild-eyed, saying, "You know, TAKE her."

"Mommy?” Kathy's looked up at her mom, "Who is this boy?"

"Shut up Kathy, and just do whatever he says."

Paul blinked, and then Tommy nudged him grinning.

"I don't know, Mrs. Baughman," Paul said, taking Tommy's hint, "I am just a kid, and I don't know what to do."

Tommy turned toward Bambi's office as Mrs. Baughman pulled Paul and her daughter into Room One, offering to show Paul what to do.

Bambi looked up from the Mrs. Clark's tests as Tommy entered and answered the question in his look. "She is close, very close. Sometime today or tomorrow she should give birth. She's in the stirrups in two, secured for your pleasure, Master."

"Secured?” Tommy asked.

Bambi nodded, smiling, "I use straps around my patient's ankles to make sure they stay in place."

Tommy's brow furrowed, "Do all doctors do that?"

"No," Bambi replied, "But most people just accept it as some new practice."

Tommy smiled and walked in. Mrs. Clark was on her back on the exam table, wearing one of those gowns that open in the back. Her legs were widely spread and her heels were hooked in the stirrups, and as Bambi had said, a thick leather strap circled each ankle tightly. Tommy was amused at how her toes curled over. Her arms were by her sides, placed loosely thru two leather loops attacked to the table, normally used for a woman in labor to pull against.

When the door opened Mrs. Clark heard it and looked up with a smile, "Well, Doctor, it's about..."

Her voice choked as she saw little Tommy smiling at her, the doctor right behind. "GET HIM OUT OF HERE!" she yelled, moving to cover her exposed groin. Before she could remove her hands Bambi yanked the loops tight around the wrists.

"What are you DOING?! I'll SUE! Are you out of your MIND? No, stop, stop!"

Bambi smiled, and stuffed roll after roll of gauze into Mrs. Clark's mouth till all she could do was let out a muffled "Mummph!"

As the pregnant woman tried to sit up to her elbows she watched in horror as Tommy got undressed, staring at his little erection.

Tommy smiled "I know you're pregnant. I want to do you that way. Do we know what sex the baby is?"

"A little girl," Bambi smiled, licking her patient's throat.

"Good," said Tommy, "I wanna cum in her little face."

Tommy stepped from the last of his clothes, enjoying Mrs. Clark’s mixture of fear and outrage. Tommy's little hand went under the hospital gown and Mrs. Clark went rigid as his little hand found her nether lips.

"No hair?"

"I knew you like them that way so I told the stupid little cunt it was not sterile and she shaved it all off for you, Master."

Tommy smiled and pulled the gown up, as Bambi reached for a small knife to cut the gown away. Tommy gazed at the woman's belly, the smooth skin ran along her belly and then bulged suddenly outwards as it approached her belly button, then just as quickly curved back and sloped immediately to her bald pussy.

"Can you swing these stirrups open wider?"

"Of course, we can use these tables for labor," Bambi answered as she finished slicing the flimsy gown apart.

The woman watched in horror as Tommy worked the screws and spread her legs to an obscene 70-degree angle apart. Her struggles to spit out the gauze, to shout for this to stop made Tommy's erection beat with the increased pulse of his heart.

Tommy gazed at his prize. Bambi finished taping her mouth so she could not spit out the gauze. Clark was HUGE, the baby would probably weight at least 12 pounds, and he was having visions of his harem looking the same way, five at once. Hell, if Melody had one this huge she's look like a stuffed turkey! Tommy's hands wandered up to the breasts, they were always his first stop, they were also big, they looked almost swollen, and Tommy smiled as he caressed them gently teasing the nipple. Mrs. Clark let out a muffled whimper, still sitting up on her elbows watching Tommy take his time with her.

"Just so you know, Mrs. Clark, I am going to have sex with you. I am going to take my time and do it as many times as I like and you have nothing to say about it.” Tommy smiled and sealed his lips to her left breast, after a small suckle Tommy tasted very sweet milk, and smiled, suckling harder. Mrs. Clark was slowly lying back on the table. Tommy saw Bambi join him for lunch and together they began to lick the woman's nipples, slowly suckling them dry of milk, and substantially reducing their size.

Mrs. Clark was panting now, a light sweat covering her belly. She struggled gently against the bonds holding her wrists.

Tommy began to run his hands over her ripe belly, smiling as he felt the child within her kick. "Bambi is going to remove your gag now, so you can eat her out while I put my cock in you. If you're not quiet, things could get worse."

As soon as the gag cam out Mrs. Clark tried to scream. By now the office was empty, except for Paul and the Baughmans, who Tommy could hear pleading with poor Paul, who had no idea WHAT to do.

Tommy shook his head. "Bad girl."

Janice walked in as Tommy began pulling Mrs. Clark's ass over the edge of the table. With Janice's help Mrs. Clark's ass was soon exposed. Tommy took his hand and began spanking the captive. At first his small blows only stung, but as he left red mark after red mark from his hand on her soft ass, it began to turn red all over. At first Tommy could see his handprints then they disappeared in a crimson color. The woman began to struggle, her belly bouncing before Tommy's fascinated eyes.

"No wonder mom liked to spank me," he thought.

After about 10 minutes of this the woman was in tears, and her ass was beginning to bruise

"You gonna listen?” Tommy said, trying to sound like an adult. Tommy got even harder as he saw her nod.

Bambi released her mouth and this time she stayed silent.

"My name is Tommy. In a moment I'm gonna let Bambi have her way with your face, as I stick my cock between your legs.”

"But you're just a child," Mrs. Clark whispered.

"Yes, Mrs. Clark, but a child who has you helpless and is about to screw you."

"But my daughter..."

"...is about to get a face full of my cum, the first of many maybe, so you both should just lay back and enjoy it."

Trembling she laid back and Bambi spread her legs, gently pulling her own pussy lips apart and placing them over Mrs. Clark's nose and mouth.

The helpless woman struggled for a moment until Bambi smiled and said, "If you want to breathe, use your tongue to push the lips out of the way."

Within a few moments Tommy was watching Bambi moan as she washed Mrs. Clark's face, the nurse smiling as she watched.

Tommy pulled a stool between Mrs. Clark's legs. As he stood on it, his tool was poised to enter her. He caressed her huge belly, feeling the baby kick again.

"Excited, little one? Excited about a hard dick?"

Tommy stood on his toes and leaned over his captive, his belly resting on hers as she took his weight. The round belly curved to him perfectly as his hips met hers, his stiff erection penetrating the soft bald lips. On his toes he began to thrust into the bound pregnant woman. Her sex was warmer than normal and to him seemed tighter. Tommy's arms went around her hips and he found himself grunting with effort. As he looked up over her tits he could see Bambi's pelvis gyrating over her now drenched face, Mrs. Clark's tongue frequently out pushing against the soft lips.

Tommy watched as the captive tugged on the stirrups that held her wide and exposed, as Tommy pressed in till her felt his young balls gently nudging Mrs. Clark's ass.

Tommy chuckled "Tell your daughter to get ready *grunt* here it COMES!"

Tommy pressed in, his young cock bucking rapidly inside the woman's huge belly. Tommy leaned into her, feeling the child in the belly, as his balls emptied themselves.

Tommy relaxed. He had not realized what a turn on this would be, or how much he had wanted to do it. But it was done now, and nothing Mrs. Clark could do would change that.

Bambi looked up nervously at Tommy, "Should I?”

"No," Tommy smiled "Take your time with her. I'm going to go get Paul laid. Janice, come with me."

Mrs. Baughman was on her knees, hugging Paul's ankles and kissing his feet, pleading with him, "Please, Paul, she's yours. Take her and you can keep her."

Paul was giggling, "This is incredible. LOOK at her."

"Janice, I believe Kathy is in the waiting room. Bring her here."

"Mommy, I don't wanna," the child complained as Janice brought her into the room.

"Well, Paul, are you going to strip her?"

Paul smiled and with trembling hands began to pull the little girl's blue dress off over her head.

"MOM!" she called out.

"I'm right here honey, let the nice boy undress you."

"NO!" she yelled but Paul already had her dress off. Kathy sat on the floor in only her Underoos, socks, and saddle shoes.

Cindy kept wringing her hands. Twice she almost moved to her daughter but a wave of pleasure swept over her and she stopped.

Tommy nodded at Janice who lifted the girl onto the stainless steel table. Kathy looked dejected and alone, shivering with nerves and the chill.

"Like this, Paul," he said, gently fingering Kathy's pussy through her underwear.

"NO!" the girl yelled again, closing her legs and pushing Tommy away. But Cindy moved and held her daughter's arms by her side, smiling at Paul.

"Do it, Paul," Cindy Baughman said, her knees turning to jelly as the boy's hand stroked her daughter's soft lips through her panties. Janice deftly removed Paul's pants, barely disturbing his explorations.

"Mommy! Mommy? He's touching my private areas.”

"I know honey, it's okay."

Paul barely noticed his pants and shorts come down as he watched a small wet spot form on the cotton underwear.

"Can we tie her up?” Paul asked, out of breath as the nurse slowly began to caress his young balls beneath his already erect cock.

Tommy was already ahead of him. First the 8 year old's undershirt came off, exposing her flat bare chest and little nipples. As Paul ran his hands over the breasts, the girl looked down to watch uncomprehending. Then Tommy took her small arms and tied them behind her back with some tough surgical tape.

Paul smiled and held his eyes on the girl’s crotch. Cindy reached over and gently tugged her daughter's panties down around the child's ankles, removing the shoes and sox. The last barrier between Paul and the girl's sex was gone and Paul slowly began to run a finger between the soft bald lips.

Kathy began to moan softly her protests quieter, "Stop, please.”

Paul looked up at Tommy, and noticed a canister behind him. "Can we knock her out?" he asked.

"Sure," Janice said.

Tommy chuckled as the nurse moved to get the mask "How helpless do you want her?"

"How helpless can she be?"

Tommy pushed Kathy back onto the steel table and the nurse fit the mask over her face. Through the tight fitting rubber the little girl's voice could just be heard, "Mommy? Mommy, ohhh..."

Cindy was on the floor watching, masturbating furiously.

Paul kept feeling up the young girl, and after a few minutes her eyes began to droop. "Mommy, I’m getting sleepy."

Janice smiled, adjusting the flow of gas and keeping a firm seal over the young girls face as Paul inserted a second finger into the girl's sex.

"There she is, Paul," Tommy smiled, "I doubt she can say no now."

"What do I DO!?” Paul asked breathing heavily.

"See your cock?"

Paul nodded.

Tommy reached over and spread the little girl's pussy, "What do you think this hole is for?"

Paul smiled and lashed Kathy's heels to the stirrups, spreading the 8 year old widely. Paul used his hand to guide his cock into her; her mother moaned. "Hey, I can't go in any more," Paul said, looking at his cock only about a quarter of the way in.

"That's her virginity, Silly, go on, push hard! There will be some blood but that's normal.”

Paul held his shaft and lunged, pushing little Kathy across the table till her legs extended and her strapped heels stopped her. Paul felt a gentle tearing as his cock slipped fully into the young belly.

Paul's mouth hung open. The sensation of this small girl, her moist warm flesh warm around him and clinging to his erection was incredible.

Tommy smiled as the nurse took the mask away from the girl, now in a light sleep. His cock was still dirty from the pregnant Mrs. Clark, and so he began to feed it into Kathy's young mouth. Thrusting gently into her face and chuckling as his young balls ground into the youthful face.

Paul began to mimic his friend and soon both were pumping the young girl form both ends at the same time, her mom watching from the floor.

Paul climaxed first, giggling with power as his young cock pumped its first seed into the helpless 8 year old, claiming her virginity.

Bambi walked in, sweaty and nude, and reached over to gently pinch Kathy's nipples. The young girl stirred, her mouth suckling gently and Tommy climaxed, groaning in pleasure as the 8 year old swallowed.

The nurse began to suck an amazed Paul clean as Tommy withdrew his cock, a small strand of the girl’s saliva connecting her lips to his cock.

Tommy smiled at Bambi. "I'll fix Mrs. Clark in a moment and we'll let her go home to her husband. Bambi, we have a meeting at the courthouse, and then it's home to finish off you, Melody and Holly, and try out some things I got."

Paul was recovering, stroking the nurse's head gently, "What about her?"

"Master, she has veterinary experience," Bambi said.

"We'll need a vet for what I have planned. She comes along, too. What about your Mom and Dad, Paul?"

Paul blinked, as if remembering them. Then he said, "Remember Mr. Ludlow?"

Tommy nodded curiously.

"You think we can sell them at auction?” Paul finished smiling.

Tommy grinned, "All this before noon."