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   Spring Break: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 38 (M+g, g/machine, gangbang,
oral, anal, drugs, pierc, forced-exhib, reluc, humil, prost) by Rufus Fugit

   Karen ought to have been afraid.  She ought to have been humiliated. 
She ought to have been ashamed.  And she ought to have been in pain.

   Karen ought to have been afraid because there was almost nothing but air
between her and the highway pavement rushing beneath her at fifty miles an
hour.  Her stockinged toes were hooked over the edge of the truck's bumper
and her knuckles were white from her death grip on the top of the tailgate,
but the twelve-year-old's uncertain strength was nearly all that kept her
from tumbling from her perch hanging off the back of the jacked-up pickup
as it rumbled down the state highway.  The truck's high center of gravity
made it sway crazily as the driver took the curves of the mountain road and
Karen's lithe body swung wildly from side to side.

   Karen ought to have been humiliated because except for a heavy silver
chain collaring her throat, a thinner chain binding her wrists and running
through the collar's clasp, and a pair of torn, dirty, and soaked
thigh-high stockings, the twelve year old was naked.  Her bare body was
completely exposed to the cold late-night wind.  Tears streamed from her
eyes as the turbulent air rushed past.  She shivered as perspiration dried
on her skin.  Her pert, teacup-sized breasts jiggled violently from the
truck's erratic motion.  Her waist-length hair was a blond flag streaming
behind, whipped into a tangled mess by the buffeting.  Despite the wind she
could still smell herself, an eye-watering mixture of old sweat, dirt, and
the pungent reek of the sex juices oozing from her well-used, swollen cunt.
And despite the late hour, well after midnight, Karen's filthy naked body
was on display to strangers.  From time to time the tailgate she clung to
would brighten as headlights approached from behind.  It made Karen too
dizzy to turn her head but she could tell when she was noticed - brights
would flash off and on, horns would honk, male voices would whoop a rebel
yell.  Some of the cars would pull over and pass and then she would see the
pointing fingers, the faces with their eyes and mouths wide with disbelief
or laughter.  Not all the cars would pass.  The truck had a
steadily-lengthening entourage of vehicles following the naked child to
wherever she might be going.

   Karen ought to have been ashamed of the terrible things she had caused
to happen to Lilah.  She was the seven-year-old's babysitter and should
have been her protector.  Instead she had taken advantage of Lilah's naive
trust to molest her.  First she had taught the innocent child to
masturbate, then to enjoy touching Karen and being touched by her.  And
then when her betrayal was discovered she'd allowed Lilah to be stripped in
her own home, the one place above all others she had the right to feel
safe, and then - even worse - to be dragged outside naked.  Karen had put
her own pleasure first and considered Lilah's well-being not at all as she
persuaded the second-grader to engage in a series of ever-more perverse
acts, first with her and then with adult men.  Karen hadn't had the courage
to protect Lilah from Moira's vicious tortures; instead she'd offered up
the little girl as a sacrifice in a vain effort to protect herself.  Her
last sight of Lilah was of her skinny nude body pierced at navel, septum,
nipples, and - most horrifying - her bald labia, her vulva and anus
swollen, red, and weeping from abuse that would have easily broken adult
women, her body smeared with dirt, grass stains, and semen, watching one
adult cock after another shoved between her stretched jaws and down her
throat, load after load of hot semen squirted directly into her tummy or
onto her face or prepubescent body.  Lilah had been beyond struggling,
beyond fighting, beyond any reaction, semiconscious from the steady diet of
ecstacy and hash Karen had assisted in drugging her with.  Karen had taken
Lilah's trust and love and turned the second-grader into a rape toy for
perverts.

   Karen ought to have been in pain because it wasn't only her fingers and
toes that held her on her precarious perch at the back of the pickup truck.
Her skinny bare ass balanced on the protruding steel receiver and thin rod
crossbar of a trailer hitch.  And the hitch itself, a chrome steel ball two
inches in diameter, was socketed deeply into her nearly-bald preteen
vagina. The walls of her juvenile channel were stretched violently in all
directions as the truck bounced on its off-road suspension.  Every time it
hit a bump the ball was jammed deep inside her, hammering against her
immature cervix.  Her abdominal and Kegel muscles were exhausted from the
constant punishment and she could do nothing to hold herself or move with
the truck's motion, could do nothing but absorb the pummeling of the cold,
unyielding metal shoved deep into her most private place.

   Karen ought to have been afraid, humiliated, ashamed, agonized, but she
was none of those things.  She was just cumming.  And cumming.  And
cumming. And oh, God, how she loved it.  It was difficult being a whore and
being twelve years old.  There was so much she had to do.  There was
school. After school there was choir.  There was church.  There were her
friends, and homework.  All the things she had to do to please Mommy and
Daddy and maintain the illusion that she was an innocent little girl.  And
all the time her whore babycunt was itching and burning and crying for
attention.  Most days, despite all her responsibilities, she could manage
to get fucked once or twice even if it was just a quickie: arms wrapped
around a tree in the park, rough bark pressed into her cheek and drool
running down her chin as one of her regulars pulled aside the gusset of her
panties and did her quick and hard.  But it wasn't enough.  It was never
enough.  And the days without it...in the girls room during choir practice,
hand clapped over her mouth to muffle her moans of pleasure, fingers
tugging at her swollen clitty as her juices dripped into the bowl and the
scent of hot whore babycunt curled in her nostrils.  Walking home with her
cunny burning and her skin tingling until it was all she could do not to
tear her clothing off and throw herself on the first grownup man she saw.

   And then - freedom.  Spending days naked from wake until sleep, spending
hours doing nothing but whoring, one cock after another shoved into her,
Moira touching her (and hitting her and whipping her and burning her but oh
God don't think about that), hot semen spattering her skin and clogging her
throat and dripping down her face and filling her (condom-protected)
babycunt.  And tonight learning how to dance like a whore, all the men
watching her, hungry eyes that she swore she could feel on her bare body,
feel like a caress and a slap and a hot cigarette and a splash of jizz. 
And then being teased, tied so she couldn't touch herself, being
masturbated right up to the brink over and and over and never allowed to
finish...

   "AAAAAHHHHAAAIIEEE!" Karen screamed into the wind as yet another series
of orgasmic waves crashed over her trembling preteen body.  She had been
cumming continuously since the truck started moving.  Rolling shocks ebbed
and flowed but never completely faded, lighting up her immature nervous
system and driving all thought from her mind, leaving nothing but pleasure.
As the cold wind buffeted her naked skin and the trailer hitch - so fat, so
slick, so hard - twisted and jolted inside her battered vagina Karen
grunted and groaned out her joy, giving herself to the delirium of an
endless climax.  She was a whore.  God had made her a whore.  "I'M A
WHOOOOOOREEEEEAYYYAHHH!" she screamed into the night.  The cold, uncaring
air whipped her words away.

   Renee lifted her head off my chest when her sister screamed, but put it
back down when she realized Karen was just having another orgasm.  Nothing
special.  We were riding in the truck bed.  I had grabbed a handful of old
throw pillows from the bar's back room and tossed a tarp over them to make
a not-entirely comfortable place to recline.  Renee was lying half on her
chest and half on the side with the wind blowing her short sundress around
her thighs.  Her bare legs were warm against me.  She mumbled something but
it was drowned out by the road noise and the rushing wind.  "What,
sweetie?"

   Renee lifted her head again to speak in my ear.  "How come her cunt
isn't hurting?  My cunt is sore and it's only had your penis in it three
times.  How can Karen fuck so many boys and now..." she gestured at her big
sister, bouncing up and down naked with the trailer hitch jammed into her
preteen vagina.  Karen managed an embarrassed smile before another bump
contorted her face and shocked a hoarse moan from her lips.

   It never ceased to be a turn-on to hear raw sexual talk like that from a
ten-year-old's lips, especially the lips that my penis had been between so
many times.  My exhausted tool gave the first stirrings of revival in my
pants as I answered "Well, I think it does hurt her, sweetie, but it's part
of being a whore." Renee's brow lowered in concentration.  "A whore like
your sister, sometimes hurting feels good.  And Karen needs to get fucked
so bad, that she doesn't mind as long as she gets her orgasm.  Like, it was
mean for Moira to burn her and whip her like she did, but you saw she got
even more whory anyway."

   "Oh yeah.  I knew that, I guess." Reinforcement is important when you're
teaching young children.  Renee nodded, then fell against me as the truck
swerved and slowed down; I looked up to see we were taking an exit ramp. 
There were some lights, like a parking lot or a small town visible over the
woods that came right up to the road.  I smiled.  "Well, let's help Karen
now."

   "OWOOEEEE!" Karen threw her head back and howled as her ten-year-old
sister grabbed her swollen, cherry-size nipple and twisted it hard.  The
motion of the truck bounced her up and down on the trailer hitch that
penetrated her, causing her little breast to stretch and distort.  Her
sweating body jerked this way and that.  She moaned louder as Renee and I
sang what I thought of as her theme song.  "Karen is a who-ore, a whory
whory who-ore, Karen is a who-ore..." She jerked and spasmed as her body
reacted with yet another orgasmic peak.  I looked down.  The child's
oversized clit was clearly visible past the curve of her abdomen.  It was
swollen and tight and shiny and bright red in color, almost like the top of
a candle.  I imagined a fat flame leaping from it which was probably about
how it felt to the sexually overloaded preteen.

   "Hey, whore!" I leaned over the tailgate and shouted in Karen's ear over
the road noise.  "Look where we are, whore!" Karen opened her eyes and
looked around.  Her eyes widened as she realized we were no longer on the
highway.  "That's right, whore, we're going into town.  Everyone's going to
see what a nasty little whore you are, fucking yourself on that trailer
hitch.  I bet no one in the history of whores is a bigger whore than you!"
We were passing some outlying houses but it was long after midnight and no
one was out on the rural road.  On the other hand we had acquired quite an
entourage of honking cars behind us.  Headlights bathed Karen's bare body.
Sweat was pouring off her face and I saw fear and humiliation play across
her childish features, but only briefly.  Her face hardened and she raised
her chin defiantly.  Her blue eyes were shiny wide.

   "Good!" she declared in a quavery, high-pitched voice.  "You think
they'll fuck me?  'Cause I want to get fucked a whole lot more!  OWWWWW!"
Renee was twisting her other nipple.

   We made a strange little procession into town and around the square of
whatever tiny town this was.  Everything was closed up and dark, which
didn't stop me from talking into Karen's ear.  "Just think if it was
daytime, you whore, everyone would see you.  Everyone would know.  They'd
take pictures, and put them on the internet, and pretty soon someone from
school would see them.  Maybe they'd put posters of you up in the hall."
Karen moaned and sobbed and if anything her body was wracked even harder.

   We drove a little further past the town square and finally turned into a
large parking lot.  It was well-lit around the perimeter, but that was it.
Once we reached the center of the lot it was country-dark.  The truck
lurched one final time as the driver locked the transmission and then
killed the engine.  In the sudden quiet I heard Karen's quiet, constant
whimpering as her vaginal muscles contracted over and over again around the
cold metal penetrating her.  Below the sixth-grader's high voice was the
tink-tink of cooling metal from the truck and the night insects.  And after
a few seconds, the sound of breaking glass from the far edge of the large
lot.  I looked in that direction.  There was a long, low, square building
with a portico fronting on the lot.  A lit sign proclaimed that we were at
the county consolidated high school, "Home of the Trojans".  Under the
portico in shadow were several small groups, probably of high school kids.

   With the truck stopped the twelve-year-old uncurled her toes from their
grip on the high bumper and let her coltish legs hang down.  Her stockings
had ripped and her bare toes just brushed the gravel of the lot.  Her arm
muscles tensed as she tried to raise herself off the chrome steel trailer
hitch but as the ball distended her vaginal opening either the pain or the
pleasure - if there was any difference any more in her sex-scrambled mind -
was too much and the lithe child slumped back down, groaning as the ball
again socketed deep within her.  It was chill enough that her groan came
out with a puff of mist.  With the distant streetlights behind Karen I
could just see wisps of steam rising from her overheated bare body.

   More tires crunched around us and headlights played across Karen's
naked, sweaty form.  In a moment there was the sound of car doors opening
and closing, and bootheels on gravel.  Karen raised her head, one blue eye
peering out between tangles of her long golden hair, and saw herself
surrounded by adult men gawping at her.  This, she was well used to.  She
tossed her hair aside and pivoted slightly on the trailer hitch to expose
her stuffed, swollen cunny.  A wide grin split her face, one that those of
us who knew her well could see was tinged with hysteria.  "I'm
K...k...karen," she stuttered out as her belly fluttered with another
orgasmic shudder.  "I'm Karen and I'm a whore.  W...who wants to f...fuck
my whore ass?  Ooooooh," she moaned, long and low, as another climax rolled
over her.  Her thighs tensed and thick cream oozed out of her clenching
vaginal opening around the shaft of the trailer hitch and down the insides
of her pale thighs.  "Fuck my ass, pleeeease."

   Like one, the crowd began to close in but seemingly from nowhere, there
was Renee.  You wouldn't think a ten-year-old would have the presence to
stop a group of young men closing in on a young girl - child, really - who
had just offered herself to them so wantonly, but Renee could.  I glowed
with pride at the way she placed herself between Karen and the semicircle
of strangers.  With only car headlights behind them the shadowed faces
towering over her must've looked very intimidating to the ten-year-old. 
There was some tension in her shoulderblades but her childish voice was
firm and clear.  "My sister is a whore.  That means she wants to get fucked
really good, but you have to pay." There was a bark of startled laughter
from someone and some uncertain shuffling before whoever was boldest - or
horniest - stepped up.  He was short, potbellied, but with forearms like a
stevedore and large, blocky hands.  His head was shaven, and his nose had
obviously been broken sometime in the past and inexpertly set.

   "How much?" the man growled out.  Renee told him and the transaction was
completed with no fuss.  Renee stepped aside slightly and he walked up to
Karen, unbuckling his pants.  He put a hand between her shoulderblades and
pushed her chest against the tailgate.  Karen arched her back and rotated
her pelvis to expose her rosette.  The man fisted his growing erection
between the sixth-grader's pale asscheeks and pushed.

   "Ow!  OW!" Karen cried in what sounded like genuine discomfort.  The man
pulled back and readjusted but once again his efforts brought nothing but
complaints from the child prostitute.

   "Wait a second," Renee commanded.  She stepped between her big sister
and her first trick and, as if it were the most normal thing in the world,
wrapped her hand around the shaft of the bald man's tool.  She examined it
closely in the dim light for a moment, then without warning bent and
engulfed it in her mouth.  The man grunted in surprise as she slobbered all
over the head, finishing by pulling off and drooling a generous amount of
foamy spit all over the shaft.  She went back to watching the rest of the
crowd as the man grabbed Karen's shoulders and, now properly lubricated,
had no problem penetrating her anal ring.  "AH!" Karen grunted explosively
and threw her head back, tossing her tangled blond locks into the man's
face.  He spread to a wider stance for bracing, and pushed. 
"Ahhhhoooorrrgghh!" Karen groaned as his cock pressed further into her
rectum.  "Oh, JEEZ!" she cried as he bottomed out.  Her breath hissed out
explosively as he began thrusting.  The child's g-spot must've been being
mauled as her body was shoved forward and back on the trailer hitch,
pummeling her juvenile cunt from the inside.  Her limbs twitched violently
from the new sensations.  She gripped the tailgate with both hands and
wrapped her feet around the man's trouser legs, gripping him tightly to get
leverage.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she groaned with each thrust.  "Oh, YEAH!  My
ASS!  Fuck my ASS!  My whore ASS!" she chanted, repeating words I had
trained her to say.

   As thoroughly as I had emptied my nuts and exhausted my tool with Renee,
it was the sight of Karen's new height of degradation that brought a fresh
stirring to my crotch.  Naked, her slim body caked with patches of dirt,
tire black, coated in her sweat and runnels of her own juvenile sex juices
down her inner thighs; hair a ratted, windblown mess; her downy cunny
gaping around the chrome steel ball she had eagerly impaled herself on; the
twelve-year-old was utterly unconcerned to be exposed in this state to a
crowd of strangers.  It was a far cry from the innocent little girl who had
stood rooted to the spot, horrified by the sight of my deflating penis
drooping onto her little sister's cum-glazed face.

   Renee had made her own journey, less violent but no less bizarre than
her older sister's.  I had fed her a version of the same nonsense I had
used to twist Karen's mind and destroy her frail innocence, so that now she
thought nothing of watching - and helping - as her big sister prostituted
herself over and over again.  And in the meantime, the ten-year-old had
become my own eager sex toy, albeit far more in control of herself than the
older girl.  While I had taught her to enjoy sex, her desires were far more
age-appropriate than Karen's ravening appetite and she felt none of the
religiously-inspired shame that caused the older girl so much turmoil. 
When we had graduated to full intercourse at her insistence just yesterday,
it was more because it was something she could do than something she had to
do.

   I snapped back to the present to see the object of my perverse desires
concluding a negotiation with a second man.  Karen's first trick was still
rutting in her ass and showed no sign of being close to finishing, but once
the money changed hands the second man - a young guy, mixed race with
African features except for startlingly green eyes - put one boot on the
step bumper and vaulted into the truck bed.  He dropped to his knees facing
Karen and fiddled with his belt and in seconds a thick, stubby penis
flipped out and slapped her alongside her nose.  Karen looked up and tried
to smile at the man but the rhythmic penetration of her rectum forced her
features into a grimace.  "Hi!" she grunted out.  "That's a nice
owwlwlwlwgargh!" She didn't even get a chance to finish her sentence.  As
soon as her mouth was open the man grabbed a fistful of hair on the top of
her head, his hips surged forward, and just like that Karen's mouth was
stuffed with an expanding chocolate-colored erection.  Her head was forced
down and the cock shoved to the back of her throat.  She gagged around the
hot meat stick and on the upstroke expertly wrapped her thumb and two
fingers around the base to control the depth without sacrificing her
customer's pleasure.  She cupped his heavy balls with her other hand,
trapping his wiry pubes between her fingers and gently tugging.

   Karen's body jerked forward and back around the fulcrum of the trailer
hitch in her swollen cunny.  The two men weren't coordinating their thrusts
at all and her grunts and squeals of pleasure took on a similarly
arrhythmic quality.  I put my hand on Renee's bare shoulder.  "Look, your
sister's airtight!" The younger child looked up at my quizzically, her
hazel eyes glinting in the dim light.  "It's just an expression," I
explained.  "That's what you call a girl when all her holes are full."

   "But they're not ALL full," Renee giggled.  Her nose, her ears..."

   "Well, all the holes that will fit a penis," I qualified.

   Rather than respond, Renee stepped forward.  "Pull on her boobies," she
instructed Karen's two tricks.  "She'll have an orgasm.  No, not like
that," she continued.  "Harder.  Twist them!" Karen's grunt rose to a
muffled scream and her body obediently convulsed.  Looking satisfied, Renee
stepped back and began negotiating with another man.

   The first two had both been watching too much porn because both pulled
out to finish.  The one frotted himself roughly between her asscheeks until
he spurted a thick pearly trail up Karen's bare back and into the
sweat-dark hair at the nape of her neck.  The other squirted two shots onto
the bridge of her nose.  She tilted her head back and caught the third in
her mouth, laughing.  Then she used her toes to bounce herself lightly up
and down on the cold metal hitch.  She wiped cum away from her eyes and
sucked her fingers clean.  As she felt a new glans push between her nether
cheeks she sighed, leaned forward, and closed her eyes, waiting to be
penetrated yet again.  She was well-lubricated now and Renee's fluffing
services were not needed.

   For the next hour and a half or so I watched my sixth-grade not-quite
niece fucked fore and aft over and over.  Renee's little fist filled up
quickly and she handed off handfuls of currency to me twice.  Fresh sperm
bubbled from Karen's asshole, dripping over her swollen vulva and running
down the backs of her thighs.  She acquired splashes of semen on her
cheeks, forehead, and nose.  Spunk diluted with drool spilled over her full
lips and ran down her chin and onto her neck, webbing the links of her
collar.  Her thin arms trembled as she pulled herself up and down on the
trailer hitch, fucking herself with abandon, fighting against the cocks
stuffing her mouth and rectum, struggling over and over again to reach
another shattering peak.

   Finally, everyone had shot their wad or spent their cash.  One by one
they climbed sheepishly into their cars and drove away into the night.  And
Karen seemed exhausted.  Her head hung over the tailgate, cum drooling
sluggishly from her mouth to plop onto the sheet metal of the truck bed. 
Her slimed asshole winked open and closed as she squirmed weakly on the
trailer hitch.  Her slim body shivered in the cool air as steam rose off
her bare skin.

   As for me, I was, shall we say, fully restored.  It was incredibly
erotic to watch the twelve-year-old, shamelessly naked in public, eagerly
participating in a gangbang with strangers.  Knowing that I had set her on
this path, transformed her from an innocent fifth-grader to a sexually
insatiable child prostitute with a five-figure bank account, made me feel -
well, I couldn't really express how it made me feel.  But my rampant cock
expressed it just fine and now I was hoping that Renee's prepubescent sex
wasn't too sore to handle one more expression before we went to sleep.

   I fished the big wad of bills out of my pocket, counting them and
dividing out the MC's take to hand to our driver.  I was about to suggest
we head out when I heard footsteps on the gravel.  Looking over, I saw a
group approaching from the direction of the school building.  I had to
shield my eyes against the glare of the distant lights so they were just a
collection of bobbing shadows.  As they came closer they resolved into a
group of teens, students at the school I suppose.  No doubt curious about
the lights and activity but wary of getting in the middle of a situation.
There were five boys and two girls, basically anonymous, interchangeable
inhabitants of Redneckistan - the boys mulleted, jeans, puffy vests over
flannel shirts, seed caps, and the girls heavily made-up with tight belly
shirts and loose saggy pants.  One boy hung back but towered over the rest,
well over six feet and bulky if not yet completely filled out.

   The direction they approached from, the back of the truck and its unique
cargo was not immediately visible.  The group's putative leader hesitated
when he saw the biker's logo on his prospect jacket but he gathered his
fragile cool about him and stepped forward.  "Hey dudes, what's going on?"
His voice only broke a little.

   The biker turned to me and softly snorted "dudes," then turned back and
just stared.  The boy waited a beat too long before opening his mouth again
but before he could speak one of the girls cried out, "Holy shit, look at
this!" She had drifted around the side of the truck and spotted Karen.

   Karen was panting softly as she continued to hunch herself.  Her eyes
fluttered open and she realized she had a new audience.  Reflex kicked in.
She twisted her bare torso slightly and leaned back, wantonly exposing her
stuffed cunt to the group and making it plain what it was stuffed with. 
She pasted a trembling smile on her oval face.  "Hi, I'm a whore," she
quavered softly.  "See my whore babycunt?  I'm a whore, my name is..."

   "KAREN?!?" It was the giant boy.  He stared down at the twelve-year-old
in disbelief.

   Karen looked up at him first in confusion, then in shock.  Her glassy
blue eyes went wide.  "...Gino?  GINO!" In an instant the confident facade
of the experienced preteen hooker shattered and fell away.  She shrieked
and tried to cover her jizz-spattered body, clapping her arms across her
meager breasts and hunching over.  She tried to dismount but had neither
the strength of the leverage to use it and succeeded only in forcing a
groan from her spermy lips as the trailer hitch bulged against her pubis.
Her stockinged legs kicked futilely.

   "Holy shit, it is you!" The boy peered down at Karen's face.  She moaned
and turned away.  "This girl's from my old school!" he announced to his
friends.  "Man, everyone thought she was such a little goody-goody." He
fished a phone out of his pocket.  Karen shrieked again and turned her head
away as an LED flashed.  "Wait'll I tell everyone!" he gloated.

   "NO!" Karen screamed, and burst into hysterical sobs.  "No, please,
please don't tell, don't tell them I'm a whore..." she blubbered as the
boy's grin got wider.  Renee looked like she was getting ready to pounce.
Time to act.  I pressed a restraining hand briefly between the younger
girl's nascent breasts as I stepped around her to face Karen.  I grabbed
her bare shoulders - the skin was burning hot and slick with perspiration -
and shook her slightly, then lifted her chin in my hand.  I kissed her full
on the mouth, driving my tongue between her lips and shocking her briefly
into silence.  I never kissed her, not like I kissed her little sister - it
was one more way of emphasizing the difference between my "lover" and my
"whore".

   "Karen, you know this boy?" I placed myself between them but kept
Karen's naked body angled so she could be ogled by the rest of the group.

   "Uh-huh," she hiccuped.  "He, he, he was in my class but, but, last year
he got in trouble and he had to go live with his grandpa."

   "I didn't get in trouble!" the boy shouted.  "It was Mom..." he clamped
down on whatever he'd been about to say.

   "He's your age?" I asked disbelievingly.  I turned and took a good look
at him.  Yeah, he was huge, but now I could see the signs - a softness in
his face, the awkward carriage of a body that hadn't yet adjusted to rapid
change, the way he deferred to the other boys who were years older.  "Early
puberty's a bitch," I murmured, but now I was sure we could reach an
agreement.  "You're not going to tell," I said flatly.  I stepped aside,
exposing Karen fully to the entire group.  I grabbed a handful of hair at
her scalp and pulled her head up, forcing her to look at them.  "What you
have here is a hot little whore.  Everyone has to pay to fuck a whore, but
you get a deal.  You get to fuck her mouth or her ass or both if you want,
and you pay by keeping your mouth shut." The little punk's mouth fell open
as he suddenly realized the situation was far beyond playground teasing.

   "What about us?" one of the other boys piped up and that's when Renee
stepped in.  The ten-year-old shoved past me and stepped in front of the
speaker.  She had to tilt her head back to look at him but, oddly, there
was no question that the ten-year-old girl had the upper hand over the
teenager.

   "You got money?" she asked, and the negotiations were joined.  It
quickly turned out they didn't.  "My sister's a whore.  If you want to do
sex with her you have to pay."

   "Well, we should get the same deal as Gino," the boy smirked.  Renee's
lips drew back in a snarl and I saw her feet slide into her fighting
stance. But our driver forestalled a melee.

   "Kyle, shut yer mouth 'fore it gets you in trouble like always." Kyle
really looked at the prospect for the first time and recognized him.  "You
want me to tell your uncle Tigg you're crossing the club?  You think he's
gonna be happy about that?"

   Kyle's mouth snapped shut and even in the dim light I saw him swallow
hard.  "Nossir," he said sulkily.

   Well, there should be a carrot along with the stick I always say, so I
stepped on the high bumper and hopped into the truck bed.  I grabbed a thin
bare arm poking out from under a tarp up against the back of the cab,
dragging out a naked and unconscious Lilah and holding her up so everyone
could see.  "This little whore's still in training, so you guys can use her
for free, how about that."

   "Hell, no!" one of the guys burst out.  The girls looked appalled.  "She
ain't but a baby!"

   "She ain't...isn't a baby any more," I retorted.  I fished out my keys
and shined the LED on her spunk-mottled face.  "You see all those hash
marks?  Every one of them is a cock she had in her tonight."

   "Yeah, but she's out cold," Kyle protested.

   "I think we can fix that," I replied.  The prospect nodded and went to
retrieve something from the cab.

   "Just a tiny bump, now," I warned.  Lilah's naked form was spread-eagled
on the gravel, with the teenagers surrounding us looking on uncertainly. 
Renee held my key light.  She played it over the second-grader's skinny
body, her fresh nipple rings with the silver chain between them, her
swollen and crusty labia with the large brass safety pin piercing them. 
She steadied the light where I was squeezing Lilah's upper arm.  She was so
thin my thumb and forefinger easily encircled it.  "Not even a fifth of
what you'd give a grownup for their first hit."

   The prospect grunted and pushed a third of the clear liquid out of the
syringe and back into the cooking spoon.  Then he snapped his finger
against the crook of the child's elbow and, with a practiced motion, slid
the needle into her vein.  The contents went pink as he pulled the plunger
back slightly, then pushed, giving seven-year-old Lilah her first shot of
speed.

   The effect was instantaneous.  No sooner did I release my arm than her
blue eyes flew open wide and she sat bolt upright.  "Hi-hi-hi-hi-hi!" she
stuttered.  She jumped to her feet and began a staggering, twitching,
uncoordinated dance, oblivious to the sharp gravel under her bare feet. 
One hand caught the chain connecting her septum piercing to her nipples and
she began tugging on it, yelping as her tiny nips were stretched and
pulled. She danced over to me, falling twice before she wrapped her arms
around my leg and began hunching herself against my pants. 
"What-what-what-" she gasped out.  "What's...r-r-wrong with me?  What's
wrong, what's wrong, I'm blowing up!"

   "It's okay, Lilah," I smiled down at her fatuously and tousled her hair.
It didn't tousle very well, being stiff with dried semen.  "You're just
whory," I lied smoothly.  "You're a whore and you need some sex.  Your body
needs some penises stuck in it and then you'll feel better.  And look,
here's some boys that want to help you." Lilah looked from me to the
teenagers gawping in surprise.  Then with no warning she threw herself at
them.

   "Give me a penis!" she shrieked.

   Within short order the sounds of sex again echoed around the deserted
parking lot.  Gino had taken his pants and underwear off entirely - falling
square on his ass trying to get his jeans off over his boots - and was
rutting in Karen's ass, so fast it was almost a blur.  He'd cum instantly
as soon as his penis touched the hot, slick flesh of her asscheeks but
hadn't gone soft and now he towered over her.  Karen grunted and spasmed as
the force of his inexpert thrusts drove the trailer hitch against the
contused walls of her preteen vagina.

   Karen's explosive pleas for "More, more, more, fuck my ass harder!"
didn't drown out Lilah's muffled high-pitched whining.  She was thrashing
and shivering, suspended between two of the boys while the other two looked
on and waited their turn.  One of them held her head while the other had
her slender hips.  They were making a "wobbly H" with the second-grader. 
The boy at her head had two fingers at the hinge of her jaw, unnecessarily
keeping her mouth wide open as he stuffed his penis down her throat.  The
other was slowly, painfully working a really really thick erection into her
asshole.  He'd pushed two thumbs into her already distended sphincter and
stretched and pulled it open wide, but it still snapped back to make a
bright red asterisk, so swollen it almost protruded between her tiny
buttcheeks.

   Gino stepped back and his cock slid out of Karen's asshole with an
audible pop, leaving her panting and sobbing with relief.  Her relief was
short-lived though as the oversized 12-year-old vaulted into the truck bed.
Karen looked up at him tearfully and opened her mouth in resignation.  In a
trice it was stuffed with cock.  Again.  She grimaced at the taste of old
semen mixed with her own anal fluids.

   I was lost in an erotic reverie.  My pulse thundered in my ears as I
swiveled my head back and forth, taking in Karen being facefucked here, and
poor tiny drugged-up Lilah being violently double-penetrated there.  But
Renee was an empathic little girl, at least where Karen was concerned.  She
could see her big sister wasn't having much fun now, and she could tell
instinctively which of the two girls looking on was more intrigued than
repulsed by the depraved scene of the two twelve-year-olds coupling
animalistically.  "You wanna help?" she asked, and the two fell into
animated conversation.  Explanations made, Renee knelt over Gino's
discarded jeans.  When she stood up she handed the girl Gino's wide leather
belt.  The girl looked at in her hand like she'd never seen such a thing
before.  Renee had to take her other hand and gently lead her over.  "Not
too hard, now," she instructed, sounding for all the world like she was
explaining a math problem to the class.  "If you make her bleed you have to
stop."

   The girl looked around, then at Renee, then at Karen's dirty naked back,
then back at Renee.  She shrugged and drew her arm back.  The leather
whistled through the air.  CRACK!  It snapped against Karen's skin.

   "AAAGHH!" Karen yelled around her mouthful of cock.  Her whole body
jerked with the impact.  CRACK!  The belt landed again.  This time when her
body jerked I noted she deliberately ground her cunt hard against the hitch
receiver, driving the chrome ball as deep as she could into herself.

   CRACK!  CRACK!  CRACK!  The girl found a rhythm fairly easily.  With
each strike of the leather across Karen's skin she jerked.  Her moans
turned to squeals and then to shrieks as she fucked herself harder and
harder and harder onto the trailer hitch.  Suddenly her whole body went
rigid.  Her head snapped back and Gino's achingly stiff penis popped out
her mouth.  Her elbows locked and pushed her body backwards to full arms'
length from the tailgate.  The angle plainly exposed her clitoris, swollen
until the skin was painfully tight and larger than I'd ever seen it. 
Karen's eyes went wide and her mouth opened in a ragged, tearing wail that
echoed off the brick school building.  Girl-cum squirted forcefully out of
her overstuffed cunny.  It spattered up the tailgate, fountaining back and
coating her from chin down to bulging mound.  Her back arched until I heard
the vertebrae cracking and her legs frog-kicked violently.  Her spasms
continued long after the breath left her but her mouth continued to gape
silently.

   And then with no warning it was over.  Her slim body went limp like a
marionette with the strings cut.  She might have fallen off her perch had
Renee not darted forward to catch her.  She got backwards underneath her
older sister and braced herself with her hands on her knees, letting Karen
collapse across her own back.  Her arms trembled with the stress.  I
stepped in and gently took Karen's dead weight in my arms.  The child was
unconscious.  Her eyes were closed and for the first time in a long time
her semen-smeared features were relaxed.  Even stark naked, caked in dirt,
sweat, and cum, her leaking cunt still impaled on the trailer hitch, she
looked far younger than her twelve years.  And she looked at peace.

   And that was pretty much the end of the party.  All four boys had busted
a nut into Lilah so they were satisfied.  I dumped the second-grader back
in truck bed.  She winced and cried when her violated ass hit the hard
surface.  She ended up on elbows and knees, still twitching and muttering
under the diminishing influence of the amphetamine coursing through her
bloodstream.  One hand stole between her stick-thin thighs and grasped the
safety pin piercing her vulva.  She tugged at it compulsively, her toes
curling with each yank as her poor abused privates were twisted and
distorted.

   Karen...well, Karen was a problem.  Her cunt was still clamped tight
around the trailer hitch, even unconscious, and I was afraid of injuring
her if I pulled hard enough to dislodge the preteen.  So with some
scavenged clothesline I tied her ankles to the hitch receiver.  (Before I
tied her, though, I stripped off her ripped, soaked, and stinking
thigh-highs and presented them ceremoniously to Gino.) With her armpits and
chin snugged over the tailgate, Renee and I each held one arm tightly.  She
groaned with every bump and jolt of the truck's suspension, but all the way
back to our campsite, dripping sticky foam from her anus and creamy goo
from her nearly-bald cunt, she never regained consciousness.

   The camp was quiet in the predawn cold when we arrived.  Renee
unceremoniously pushed Lilah out of the truck.  She sprawled into the dirt
with a thump.  I wrapped my arms around Karen's belly and lifted with my
legs.  She was still dead weight.  Slowly, with an obscene slurping sound,
the trailer hitch stretched her vaginal opening wide until she popped free.
Her heels dragged in the dirt as I half-carried her and laid her down
gently next to the semiconscious Lilah.  Her back was crisscrossed with
angry red stripes but the skin wasn't broken.

   I shook hands with the prospect and he reversed the truck and drove off.
I gathered Renee into a hug, feeling her childish muscles shift beneath the
thin fabric of her sundress.  She raised a hand to my crotch, tracing the
stiffness beneath my zipper.  I was about to ask if her sore little cunny
was up for one more screw when a noise made me turn.  Karen and Lilah had
sought each other out even in sleep.  The children had moved into a loose
69 position.  Lilah's hand was buried to the wrist in Karen's distended
cunt.  Her little bicep flexed as she made slow punching motions.  For her
part, Karen had one hand on Lilah's ass, pressing her face down between
those pale, skinny thighs.  Her tongue dug at the apex of the child's
still-virgin slit until she teased out the tiny bud of a clitoris.  She
pushed her mouth onto it hard and I saw her jaws begin to work slowly.  She
was chewing on the seven-year-old's clit.

   "Let's let them sleep," I whispered to Renee and the two of us turned
towards our tent.

   The next day, well, I was worried.  Nobody was really in shape to head
right home.  Everybody was hurting.  Karen limped around the campsite,
still naked - completely now that I had removed her collar - with her hands
clapped over her aching vagina.  "My babycunt," she whimpered over and
over. And Lilah was right there with her like an obscene Mini-me, echoing
her in her cute little lisping voice, made hoarse by the dozens of insults
to her throat.  The child's asshole was swollen and protruding.  It almost
looked like a tiny volcano caldera.  Her vulva was crusty, scabbed, and
weeping and so swollen that it stood out like an angry peach from her flat
abdomen.  Her clitoris was purple and mottled with bruising.  And there
were teethmarks in it.  She was remarkably compliant, though, when I
removed her piercings.  I sent the two children off to the showers to
sluice off the accumulated dirt and sex fluids.

   Raj showed up midmorning, leaning on Banker's arm and waddling in a
comical wide-legged stance.  He winced when he sat down.  He let Banker
kiss him in full view of me and the girls, though he blushed bright red. 
Renee had almost the same waddle.  She had been more interested in sleep
than sex when we got in but I'd licked her delicious bald little clam until
she was giggling and squirming and then I'd persuaded her to climb on top
and ride me in reverse cowgirl as I buried my thumb in her tight anal ring.
She'd orgasmed but I was too drained to finish, so we fell asleep with her
on her back atop me, my still-hard penis buried in her split peach.

   Moira was a lump under a sleeping bag when we crawled into the tent. 
When we woke up she was sitting at the picnic table, smoking.  She hadn't
said a word all morning, just sat there chain-smoking, completely still
except for the hand raising the smoke to her mouth.

   Fortunately we had a bit of slack in the schedule.  I called Jenny to
propose that we take an extra day - because the girls were having so much
fun - and spend the night in a motel so everyone could get showered and
clean and civilized again before heading home.  Jenny agreed so readily it
surprised me.  When I asked how Reuben was doing her voice was guarded. 
"Better, I hope," was all that I could get out of her.

   We struck the campsite and stole out of the campground.  I made a stop
in town at a drugstore to load up on ibuprofen, antibiotic and anesthetic
creams, a couple of hot-water bottles and a heating pad, a hemorrhoid
pillow, and a dose of emergency contraception, just in case.  Then we
checked into a motel and spent the next 24 hours in rest and recuperation.

   Driving home, the car was quiet.  Renee and Raj were sleeping in the
back seat.  Raj had his head tucked into the crook of her arms.  He had
fallen asleep with his hand inside the zipper of her jeans, clutching her
penis.  She insisted on putting it in her underwear even though the elastic
was broken.

   In the middle seat Karen was sitting up with Moira's head in her lap. 
Moira had remained quiet and abstracted the entire time.  She seemed to be
trying to make herself as small and unobtrusive as possible.  She sniffled
a little bit when Karen allowed her to snuggle close.

   Lilah sat up front with me.  She, too, was quiet and subdued, after a
near-tantrum that morning when she had wanted to stay naked.  I almost had
to physically force her into her clothes, but in the end she acquiesced. 
The seven-year-old was wearing a loose tshirt and short, loose running
shorts.  Her sandals were on the floorboards.  Every so often I would hear
a little hitch in her breathing and, cutting my eyes sidewise, I caught her
pushing a hand into the leghole of her shorts and under her panties.  It
looked like she was pinching herself.

   EPILOG

   "You won't do it!"

   "Will too!"

   "Will not!"

   "Will too!" Lilah insisted.  "But you have to give me the money first."

   Lilah was sitting with her back against the big willow tree in the far
corner of her elementary school's playground.  With the tall hedges marking
the boundary, the tree's low-hanging branches made it almost like a fort.
It was surprisingly private even with dozens of children taking recess. 
All the kids knew, in the way that kid folklore gets transmitted almost
telepathically, which playground monitors would walk around the whole
perimeter and which ones wouldn't bother to leave the shelter of the
doorway.

   The seven-year-old was sitting cross-legged.  She was wearing a striped
polo shirt with a teddy bear sigil, loose capri pants that tied around her
thin calves, and ornate multicolored running shoes.  She was surrounded by
half a dozen boys her age in a loose ring.

   "I don't believe you!" one boy continued.  "You'll take the money and
run away.  I bet you won't even show anything."

   Lilah sighed.  On the one hand, Karen had taught her the rule for whores
was "no freebies", but on the other hand boys were stoopid.  "Fine," she
grumbled, and taking the hem of her shirt with both hands, lifted it up to
her chin, exposing her pale, flat chest and tiny nipples to the boys.  She
smiled wide, like Karen had taught her, like it was her favorite thing in
the world to show off her prepubescent body, and looked around at six sets
of eyes gone wide.

   "Okay?" she said and dropped her shirt.  "Now if you want to touch or
the other thing, give me the money!"

   Before long Lilah had a little pile of crumpled bills and coins - and
one Pokemon card - on the ground inside her crossed legs.  "Okay," she
said. Even though she was pretending to be bossy and in charge, the way
Karen told her a whore had to be, she was really a little nervous. 
Butterflies fluttered in her tummy.  It was nervous but it was also
something else because when she lifted her shirt up again the butterflies
got so much stronger.  And showing her boobies to the boys made them also
move from her tummy to lower down.  She itched inside her panties.  Not
really itched, but the way it felt when she was lying in bed after taking
her bath, wearing her nightie, knowing that in a few minutes Karen would
come into her bedroom and they'd have some whore fun.

   "Okay," she repeated, a little breathlessly, and lifted her shirt again.
Except this time she pulled the hem up and over her head and behind her
neck.  Her arms were still in the sleeves but now her torso was bare and
her hands were free.  She straightened her eyeglasses, put her head back
against the smooth bark of the tree trunk and arched her back.  "You can
touch now."

   And touch they did.  Eyes wide, the boys closed in and before she knew
it she had hands all over her.  They were touching her everywhere from her
collarbone down to her bellybutton.  The butterflies got even stronger and
the not-itch got not-itchier, especially when Joey took the tiny bead of
one nipple between thumb and forefinger.  He tugged on it experimentally,
softly at first, then harder, watching the skin stretch away from her ribs.

   Lilah's butt started to squirm without her meaning to do it and her
breathing got deeper and faster.  "Stop!" she said, more sharply than she
meant to when the feelings in her belly got almost too strong to bear. 
"I'm going to do it now."

   The boys sat back expectantly.  Lilah dug in the pocket of her capris
and came out with her treasure.  It was just an ordinary pincushion.  It
looked like an apple or a tomato, she couldn't decide which it was supposed
to be.  She'd found it in Mommy's old sewing kit when she was exploring the
boxes Daddy had packed up after Mommy died.  Now she kept it in her room on
the night table next to her bed, until today.  Today she picked one of the
longer pins, the one with the silver head that looked like a BB.  She held
it up in her right hand for the boys to see.  With her left she pinched her
right nipple like Joey had just done, pulling it out the same way.

   Lilah touched the pinpoint to the edge of her areola where the skin was
just slightly pinker than her pale chest.  This was always her favorite
moment, when she could just feel the metal and she knew what was about to
happen but it hadn't happened yet.  She looked up at the boys, not down at
herself, took a deep breath and quickly pushed the needle home, shoving it
through her nipple until it came out the other side.  "Mmmmmmmph!" she
squeaked between gritted teeth.  The feelings in her panties - "In my
cunt," she corrected herself.  "In my whore babycunt." - skyrocketed.  The
familiar pain throbbed in her booby and the great feelings in her cunny
beat in time.  Quickly, before it could start to fade, she pulled another
pin blindly from the pincushion and, with the ease of practice, shoved it
through her other nipple, this time from top to bottom.

   Lilah sat back, panting like a marathoner.  The boys were stunned,
staring at her, at the needles piercing her baby nips, at her heaving chest
and the blush spreading across it.  Then it happened.  The feeling in her
sex got stronger and stronger.  The sting in her chest hurt more and more,
hurt so good, throbbing with her stuttering heartbeat, until the good
feeling broke over her.  Her whole body felt hot and cold.  She felt
suddenly juicy inside her whore babycunt and she couldn't keep her butt
still, bouncing and squirming in her seat.  She closed her eyes and beat
her fists on her thighs, in time to the shocks of pleasure lighting up her
prepubescent nervous system.

   When the feelings faded, Lilah opened her eyes.  The boys were gone. 
They had run off, not her.  Except for Joey.  He was standing and he was
staring at her like he'd never seen her before.  He stepped closer, looming
over the little girl.  Then he bent and quickly placed a little
closed-mouth peck on each of her pierced nipples.  And he ran away too.

   Lilah sat for a moment.  Her panties felt a little wet but her cunny was
back to normal.  There was just the pain, sharp, throbbing, and comforting
in her boobies.  Experimentally she pulled her shirt back over and down. 
The needles didn't show, though her nipples were a little swollen and
pushing against the rough fabric.  Best, when she moved, it snagged on the
points ever so slightly, giving her tiny unpredictable shocks of additional
sting.  But she'd have to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror to be
sure it didn't show.

   The whistle blew - recess was over.  Lilah stuffed the pincushion back
in one pocket and her earnings in the other.  She couldn't wait to show
Karen.  Smiling, she trotted back to the schoolhouse door.

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