Perverts 'R' Us

The Lost Castle Chapter 2: The Tower

By Alistair Lord Chamberlain ( M/g, F/g, f/f, f/g, NC, 1st, anal, ped, WS, diapers )

!* Warning*! This is a work of fiction and is intended to remain fictional. Do not attempt anything in this story. The fantasies in this story should remain just that. I do not by any means condone the sexual relations of adults with children, nor should anyone else. This story contains many fetishes, most of which are illegal. So if such things disturb or offend you, do not waste your time reading it. If you are under the age of 18 do not read this story. Otherwise, enjoy...

I

There was a delicate-looking neon green Vaseline glass lamp next to him as he looked to the left upon waking. His vision slowly cleared in the dimness of the large room. Shaun's head still reeled a bit from whatever drug had been slipped into his drink, but as he gained consciousness he found himself lying beneath the soft, cool, Egyptian cotton covers of a large canopied four poster bed. Raising himself up by his elbows, the young boy sat against the ornate oak carvings of the headboard. Again he looked to his left where he saw a small mahogany nightstand, atop of which stood the bright green glass lamp topped with a dark burgundy lamp shade. It was obviously on a dimmer switch since barely enough light to see to the end of the bed emanated from it. He reached up under the glass beaded shade and found a knob which he turned to the right with one click, and then another.

As more light quickly filled the room he could begin to make out his surroundings. It was almost a rectangular room, save for the oblique angled walls that jutted out from the right and the left in a symmetrical fashion. The angled walls appeared to swoop out from beside a pair of windows that were at either side of the bed's headboard. Against the angled wall to his left was a large oak chest, and where the angled wall to his left again became straight, there was a closed door. At the far end of the room there was a darkly stained, antique looking roll-top desk, to the right of which there was another door. Tracking to the right he came to the straight portion of the wall to his right which had a door directly in the middle of it. Finally, on the angled wall to his right was inset yet another door, which was open and appeared to enter into a large walk-in closet.

It seemed as though the room itself was an anachronism, like something out of time. The walls were made out of a grayish black stone of sorts, and the furniture was darkly stained, ornately carved and most of all, very expensive looking. He felt as if he were inside one of those fancy hotel rooms that you see on travel shows, the ones where when they tell you how much it is a night you realize you would never be able to sleep there, unless you were to win the lottery.

As his gaze returned back towards the bed he noticed that there was a piece of paper resting atop the nightstand. Shaun cautiously picked up the piece of paper, beneath which there lay a travel sized bottle of baby oil, as well as the thin, used maxi-pad the stewardess had shown him before he passed out. He set the two objects aside as he read the letter, which was written in an elegant but legible cursive.

He could not help but laugh at his current predicament. His steady diet of fantasy and science fiction books could not have prepared him for this moment. But the young man suppressed the fear and anxiety that were welling up inside him, tearing at his cranium like wild dogs. He leaned over and picked up the small feminine pad and looked at the now dried blood. He brought it to his face and took in the pungent odor, like he had done so many times with the pads he would steal after school, from the little metal bins inside the bathroom stalls in the girls' locker room. He could feel his cock harden as he began to remove the covers from the bed. Shaun stepped down onto the Berber carpeted floor, and he moved in front of the window to the left of the bed.

The curtains hung from brass hangers that had been cast into the shapes of fairy-like creatures. Only a few inches separated the tops of the curtains from the high vaulted ceiling. The curtain was thick, nearly as thick as the leather used for motorcycle jackets, save that it was made from crimson velvet. As his fingers found the edges of the two pieces of cloth, he parted the curtain and peered out of the tall lead-paned window. It was still night, which meant that he had either been asleep for a day or he had not been out for too long. But the sky was clear and a bloated and nearly full moon sat ominously in the heavens like a locomotive coming out of a dark tunnel, giving him a fairly decent view of the world outside.

Shaun could see that he was inside a tower on the eastern wing of what appeared to be an enormous castle. He looked down atop the slate-tiled roof of the monstrous structure, while off to the west he could see a rather large, rectangular battlement that jutted out from the front of the building. But the angle of the window did not provide much of a view of the castle. However it did let him come to the realization that wherever he was, the boy was close to the ocean. Shaun watched the crests of the waves glowing a brilliant white in the moonlight as they languidly rolled in towards the cliffs along the shore, where they then violently crashed against the sharp, jagged rocks. He could tell that the castle was perched precariously along the edge of the cliffs, which would of course make escape exceedingly difficult.

Upon taking in his surroundings, Shaun decided to explore the room he now found himself in. He walked across the matted carpet towards the door closest to the chest of drawers. He opened the door, and from the small amount of light given off from the lamp by the bed he could make out a large bathroom. He felt along the inside of the door and found the light switches. As he flicked them all on he was amazed at the immensity of the luxurious bathroom. The floor was tiled in highly polished black granite. Though black, the floor contained flecks of quartz and other minerals that reflected the light and shone in all manner of brilliant colors as he gazed down upon it. Directly in front of him was a pink marble counter top with a pair of sinks, behind which ran a full mirror. Next to the counter and to the right was the toilet, and against the far right wall was an enormous Jacuzzi bathtub which could easily accommodate 6 or 7 people. The whole of the bathroom was covered in various tropical vines and foliage, giving him the feel of stepping into some sort of equatorial paradise, or an aviary at a large zoo; the kind designed to make you feel like you were in a fantastical jungle.

Shaun approached the marble counter and began going through the plethora of drawers. Inside he found all of the bathroom amenities: soap, tooth paste and a toothbrush, deodorant, and the like. But when he opened the cabinet beneath the first sink he was a bit more surprised. Looking beneath the sink he found that it was well stocked and contained mostly maxi pads, tampons, and other feminine products. As he crouched on his haunches and opened up the cabinet to the right he saw numerous packages of diapers and pull-ups, both those which would fit children as well as adult diapers. Shaun rummaged through the packages and determined that some one must have been in the room before him, and fairly recently too.

He pulled out a pink bag that read Huggies Pull-ups. On the cover of the package a young girl sat atop a toilet with the diaper-like garment around her ankles. She looked up at Shaun with a confident smile as she clapped her hands above her head. The young man turned the light package on its side and could see that it was torn open and that more than one of the garments were missing.

He placed the bag of pull-ups back beneath the sink and shut the cabinet door. The nonchalant walk that carried him across the cool, smooth floor belied his excitement. There was no possible way to believe what was going on. He felt as if he were a child back at the county fair, riding the jerky roller coasters that always left his stomach feeling bubbly. Shaun continued to try and open the remaining doors as he moved back into the bedroom. The door next to the desk was locked from the outside, and though he tried, it would not open; nor did there appear to be any form of opening from which to pick the lock. Continuing on clockwise around the room, he came to the door along the far right wall.

As he turned the knob he thought he could hear something behind the door. Cautiously, slowly, he opened it and peered inside the well lit room. It appeared to be a smallish sitting room, though it was elegantly furnished with couches, chairs and a purplish chaise lounge. In the center of the room atop a predominately white oriental rug sat a young girl with fawn brown hair. She was tiny, not more than three and a half feet tall, but because she was sitting she was only half that height.

When she heard Shaun open the door she turned around and looked at him with large beryl green eyes. Her face reminded him of a very young Brooke Shields as she smiled, sitting pretty in her lacy white pinafore which lay atop a coral pink Easter dress. Her dress poofed out about her and spread atop the floor looking like an overturned flower. Shaun could see the crinolines and petticoats that shadow-ly peered out from beneath her, adding to his already visible excitement.

"Helwo." she said with a pleasant, well-mannered grin.

"Hi there, angel, what's your name?" Shaun asked as he slowly approached her, as if she were a wild animal he didn't want to spook.

"Amy." she replied

"That's a pretty name. Watcha' doin' in here?" he asked her as he crouched to be more on her level.

"Pway'n wid my dolls." she said as she scooped up an ornate porcelain doll that was dressed quite similarly to herself.

"Oh she's pretty too, what's her name?"

"Jessika."

"Why are the two of you up here all by yourselves?" he knelt down in front of her and asked. The cherub-like girl, who looked no older than five or six, shrugged her shoulders as she stroked the doll's ink black hair.

"Well, I'm glad you're here." Shaun said with a smile. "Where's your mommy and daddy?" he asked softly. Again the girl simply shrugged.

"Do you think they will come looking for you soon?"

"No." she replied shyly.

"Why not?"

"Because…" her replies becoming ever more simplistic.

"That's a cute dress you have on Amy, are you going someplace special?"

"Nanny Lydia put it on me."

"And why's that, Amy?"

"She sawd' I had to look nice when I met you."

"Oh, I see...So is Nanny Lydia coming back for you soon?" he asked, growing ever more curious. But again the little girl just shrugged her shoulders, more intent on playing with her doll than answering him.

"Did Nanny Lydia put on all your clothes for you?" Her brown locks bobbed as she nodded. Shaun's excitement was growing by the second, but he was also quite nervous. Not knowing where he was, or who had brought him here, was perhaps the greatest contributor to his nervousness; but he had always been shy around girls as well. Shaun's wisdom, however, was greater than his age, and he realized that sometimes you have to take whatever opportunities come your way.

"Well, I wonder if your panties are as cute as your dress is. Can I see, Amy?"

At this point the girl fell silent and simply clutched the doll to her chest. As Shaun knelt in front of her, he reached forward and began to lift the front of the pink satin dress. Beneath it were layer upon layer of white crinolines. Shaun began delving through them like a child at Christmas rustles through the tissue paper of a gift, to reach the present beneath. Apprehensively he looked back over his shoulder to the door behind him, worried he would be interrupted. Finally he reached the bottom of the gauzy garments, where he gazed upon a pair of white rumba panties that bulged atop something which she wore beneath.

"Stop." she whined in an almost sickening cute voice.

"What's the matter?" he asked, his new-found boldness turning to fear.

"Boys aren't supposed to look at girls down there."

Shaun grew more and more nervous, afraid of overstepping his bounds, or being caught. This of course was a well-groomed instinctual reaction on Shaun's part, which he would soon learn to overcome.

"It's ok, sweetheart, didn't your nanny say you had to look nice for me?" The girl shyly nodded yes. "Well, princess, I just wanted to see if she did a good job, ok?"

"Ok." she whispered, hiding her face behind her doll as she sucked her thumb.

Shaun poked at the bloomer-like rumba panties with his index finger and heard a crinkly sound come from beneath. "Are you wearing a diaper, angel?" he asked the adorable little girl. She nodded with her thumb still in her mouth.

"Aren't you a little old for these?"

She shook her head vehemently from side to side. "Nanny says I look cute in them."

"Oh you do, angel, you look very cute in them." Shaun said, as the erection pressed hard against his pants. "Well, we better have a look at them and see just how cute they are." He tugged the tight-fitting, but stretchy panties down the front of her thighs, as she lay with her legs stretched out in front of her. Beneath the lacey rumba panties she wore a pair of pampers, but they were not the new cloth-covered kind. No, these were the bulkier ones from days gone by, with the plastic covers and plastic tapes.

"Looks like someone had an accident." Shaun said jokingly, as he cracked a silly smile.

The young girl giggled and nodded, growing more at ease with the awkward-looking boy. Amy really had had an accident, a big one at that. For a girl to relieve her bladder completely inside a diaper intended for one half her size meant that the diaper she now wore was completely saturated. The crotch of the diaper was darker, almost yellow, and the plastic cover clung to the absorbent material there more so than it did near her waist. Droplets of egg-yolk yellow liquid clung to the leak guards, and from the discoloration of the carpet below, it appeared as if they had understandably not been able to perform to their job. The diaper sagged heavily, so much so that the elastic leak guards had separated from her thighs, allowing Shaun just the tinniest glimpse of the interior of the diaper, as well as the flesh it was supposed to cover.

"Still warm, too." he said with a smile, as his hand reached down and cupped the soppy crotch of the diaper. The miniscule amount of pressure which he had applied caused the urine to bubble back to the surface, making a gurgling sound as it sloshed with Amy's twitchy, youthful motions.

"It feels good." she said with a shy giggle.

"I bet it does." the boy replied with a gentle smile. "Can I have a look inside?"

Amy hesitated at this, but then relented. "Well, ok." she softly muttered, her facial expression clearly stating how much she disfavored her own answer.

Shaun didn't waste any time. He reached forward with both hands, undoing the sticky tapes at the sides of the diaper with a loud tearing sound. He slowly let the piss-soaked front of the diaper fall forward with a soft thud, as it sank onto the carpet. It was then that Shaun first glimpsed her bald, puffy pubic mound which glistened with droplets of fresh, pale yellow urine.

"Oh, would you look at that, you really had to go!" he playfully said, as a lecherous grin appeared on his face. The girl nodded, as Shaun stared at her young sex while the diaper lay sprawled in front of her. The warm, soppy garment was so full that a small puddle collected atop the absorbent core, giving off a salty, acrid scent.

"You know, angel, seeing your wet diaper makes me have to go tinkle too." he told her gently, but authoritatively.

"Really? You wear diapies too?" she asked, knowing so very little of the habits of boys, or men for that matter.

Shaun shook his head, "No princess, but since you already used yours, maybe I could go in it too?" he asked her with an almost pitiful look on his face.

She put a tiny hand to her face and giggled with a cute, high-pitched chortle. "Well, ok, I take it awf."

"Oh, it's ok, angel...it will be easier if you keep it on."

"Ewww...that's icky."

"What's icky about it? There's already pee-pee in it, right?"

"Ya."

"Well, my pee-pee isn't different than yours, angel. Come on, it will be fun."

"Well..." the girl hesitated.

"You like how it feels when you go tinkle in your diapies, right?"

"Uh huh." she nodded with a slightly embarrassed grin on her face.

"Then I'll just warm it up for you, and if you want...I will stop, ok?"

"Well, ok" she finally returned.

Shaun had already undone the button of the cargo pants by the time the two had exchanged quips. The young boy might not have been the handsomest, nor the most popular, but the gods had furnished him with some very impressive equipment. The girl gazed in astonishment as she saw the boy's pink monstrosity that jutted out like a fleshy horn from his boxer briefs. It was over 10 inches long now, but what made it all the more impressive was its girth. Shaun's member was easily as thick as a wiffle ball bat, and as he held it in his right hand it felt heavy.

"Wat'z dat?" the girl shyly inquired.

"This is my penis, this is where a boy's pee-pee comes from." he said. Amy hesitantly looked at it, too curious to look away. The boy realized that in his current state it would be impossible for him to urinate, and try as he may he could not get it to go flaccid. Gazing upon the tiny girl in her little dress, leaning back as her wet diaper lay in front of her, made him want to cum.

"Are you gonna' tinkle?" She asked almost longingly, as if the game had been built up but then nothing happened.

"I can't right now." Shaun said wistfully, before realizing that there was only one way he would be able to piss. That was if he were to cum. It was at that moment Shaun decided to seize the opportunity this madness had laid out for him, and damn the consequences. He reached out with both hands, his left holding her at her waist, as his right pressed between her smooth thighs and cupped her piss-wet sex.

"Hey, stawp' it!" she sort of squealed, trying to slide back from his touch.

He ignored her statement, intently gazing between her thighs to the bald mound and the tiny pink slit below. His fingers feverishly began to fondle her tiny sex, spreading opening her virgin lips so that he could see her infantile clitoris as well as her vaginal rim.

"Le' me go!" she cried out as Shaun's grip held her tight, her writhing movements atop the diaper causing the urine trapped inside to come to the surface, continuing to coat the girl's crotch and thighs in her own piss.

The girl feverishly struggled against the boy who was four times her weight, and almost twice as tall as she, as Shaun continued to try to cop a feel of her tiny, doll-like body. At one point the girl managed to kick her leg out and roll to her left, which landed her on her hands and knees. This was just the opportunity he was looking for. Shaun scooped up behind her, forcing the young girl to the floor where she lay face down on her stomach.

"Stawp...wad are you doing?" she screamed. The girl was obviously scared and frustrated, having no idea of what was going on. Tears began to flow from the corner of her eyes.

"It's ok, angel, it will be over soon...shhh...just hold still and be a good girl." Shaun said in a sickening sweet tone as he tried to calm the girl down. He kneeled atop the captured prey, straddling her thighs, his left hand pressing down on the small of her back to prevent any further escape. His right hand was busily pulling up the back of her dress and the gauzy crinoline so as to expose her small, pale buttocks to view. She cried out even more as his hands began to feel over her tiny bum, spreading her cheeks apart to reveal her pinkish-brown button that stared up at him like an angry Cyclops.

"It's ok, Amy...shhh...it's ok." he said, leaning over and kissing the top of her head. "This may hurt a bit." he cooed, as she could feel something hard and fleshy rubbing between her bum.

"No..No...Stawp it!" she cried out to Shaun's deaf ears as she tried to watch, looking back over her shoulder. "Nanny, Hewlp me!" she again cried out. Shaun realized that in his haste he had not secured the door, and with all of her screaming, someone was bound to be alerted. His cock was still hard, the bright cherry-red engorged head pressed against the girl's soft sphincter, as he too now looked over his shoulder.

Behind him was a woman wearing a navy blue blazer atop a burgundy blouse with a matching burgundy pleated skirt. She was beautiful, reminding him of Cindy Crawford back in her Sports Illustrated days. Her chestnut brown eyes were fixed on the pair before her as she stood above them like a Greek goddess, sternly gazing down on mortals from high above on Mount Olympus. Shaun's excitement quickly turned to fear, knowing the ferocity which women possess in protecting their young. He simply stared back at the woman with a frown on his face as if he too were about to cry.

"Amy, be a good girl for Mr. Weaver." she said in a beautiful almost chirpy voice. A devilish grin then appeared on the corner of the woman's corvette-red lips. "Well, what are you waiting for?"

II

It was nine o'clock in the morning when she awoke from her deep, yet burdensome sleep. Outside her window she could see the brooding grey clouds and the dense somber fog thicket rolling up to the edge of the castle. She stretched out her juvenile body, removing the warm pink comforter, exposing her bare chest to this morning's cold air. Her charcoal nipples, tiny and erect, puffed out atop her budding preteen breasts. She walked to the dormitory's communal bathroom and turned on the fluorescent bulb which flickered and hissed in a dull methodic rhythm. The room lit up in a soft lavender tone.

Walking a step to the sink, she reached down and grabbed her aging toothbrush, and began to remove the layer of sweet plaque which had built itself overnight on her teeth and gums. She then combed out her soft long black hair and pulled it back, secured by a single yellow bow.

She was still tired from yesterday's workout, as she splashed cold water on her face to keep herself from dozing back to sleep. As she stood on the black and white checkered tiles, standing in the middle of the bathroom, she undid the tapes of her pink Huggies diaper. Removing the used garment from between her legs and lifting it up to look at it, she could see lasts night's urine, dried in a large yellow stain. The smell was an intoxicating ether, lavish and fine, she thought, as she tossed the used garment into an avocado green plastic trash can. It was next to the sink, and next to a row of toilet stalls; the toilets of which had failed to work for the past nine years.

In the mirror she could see her beautiful brown figure, and down further, her smooth snatch, a bulging mound with a tiny split, a virginal pubic mound soft and innocent. But it hid from sight as she lifted the fresh diaper between her legs and left the bathroom.

From her dark oak wardrobe she pulled out a white T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The blue jeans bulged only slightly from the diaper, hardly noticeable; the T-shirt, two or three sizes to small, fit her small youthful body like a spandex cinch, so thin and almost transparent that it exposed her nipples into plain sight and outlined her budding breasts in heavy shadow; it was less of a garment and more of a second skin.

Carla looked around the large rectangular room with its almost militaristic rows of bunk beds. The other girls were either still asleep or off at some other part of the enormous castle. As she passed her bunk she looked over at Moriko's bunk which was just to the left of hers.

"The poor girl." she thought to herself. "They must have really liked you a lot." Amy was a beautiful broomstick of a girl. Her warm yellowish-brown skin radiated an almost lavender aura in the dim fluorescent lights. She was a bit small for seven years old, but that had not stopped the pair - who looked amazingly similar to Laurel and Hardy - from cramming their manhood into every orifice of the little girl's body.

Amy's sheets were tossed to the side as she lay on her stomach wearing only a thin, white, long cotton T-shirt. There was a dark crimson stain beneath the girl's crotch that had spread out like a pool and dried on the fitted sheet. Carla could see dried blood on the inside of the girl's buttocks and thighs. "Poor, poor thing." She sighed as she gently stroked the girl's calf before heading towards the door at the end of the dorm.

She walked into the hall, her tiny feet padding quietly as she moved effortlessly across the floor. Her toenails, like the bow in her hair, were painted bright yellow. Her eyes as she stared distantly down the hall were filled with warmth and juvenile radiance. They were the color of coffee with too much cream, giving off a strange gleam that could cast a spell. Carla continued down the corridor on her way to the stairwell, which would lead to the Siren sorority dorm. As she came to the right-hand curve in the hall, just beyond the Swanmay dorm, she could hear her dorm-mate Chelsea's soft, high pitched voice.

"I guess it's her time, such a sweet little girl, it will be rough on her." she thought to herself, as she stealthily peered around the corner of the roughly hewn stone wall.

Chelsea looked like a cherub from a Bottecelli painting - though perhaps a bit more grown up. She was six and a half, almost four feet tall, and as frail as Venetian glass. Like a wilted sunflower, the young girl stood bent forward as her mop of sandy blond hair fell atop her serene face. Crouched in front of the young flower was a rotund bumblebee of a man. The man wore a marigold yellow polo shirt and a pair of black slacks which only added to his bee-like appearance. He looked to be in his late fifties, or perhaps his early sixties. His hair line exhibited male pattern baldness, giving it the appearance of a steely grey horse shoe, which helped to offset his Carolina blue eyes. Carla silently watched as the obese yellow blimp fumbled at his belt with fat stubby fingers, the brass buckle making a tinkling clang as it hit the stone floor below, taking with it the man's slacks.

"Thata girl, shhh...shhh...I just wanna' touch it." he said in a hushed deep voice, almost as if he were ashamed of what he was doing ,despite the fact that this was exactly the reason for his being at the castle.

Chelsea's pink gym shorts were around her knees and the fat man was working to pull down the tiny pair of cotton panties she wore beneath. She shook her head and began to mumble but Carla was unable to make out her words from her vantage point. The hairy, obese man began to fiddle with the smooth hairless crotch of the little tot. His left hand was working to roll the foreskin back from his thick, Polish sausage-looking member, exposing the purplish, blood-engorged head of his uncircumcised cock.

"You like that, don't you, angel?" his thick husky voice cooed, as he pleasured himself with the left and fondled the folds of her sex with his right.

It was not long before the yak had his penis placed between Chelsea's smooth little girl thighs, and just like a wild bovine, the man began to grunt in a low, guttural tone. Carla could see his cock tip poking out the back of her legs after each thrust, and she also saw the frustration that was filling the man's squinted eyes.

"Oh, you are a dirty little slut. I'm gonna' stick it deep in your little twat." He grumbled as lust became more visceral. Chelsea began to sob. She was helpless against the beast, who turned her around and bent her over at the waist. His grubby fingers roughly reached for her virgin pussy, prying open her lips as he ran his finger up and down her cunt crack. He looked like a beach ball sitting atop two short stilts, his fat manhood barely reaching past the rim of his belly.

With quick, jerky thrusts which set his blubber in motion, the man began ramming his fleshy rod against her baby pussy, her rose-colored lips opening more and more as he did. He looked like a buffalo attempting to mount a kitten, holding her at the waist as his right hand steadied his cock. The girl cried, primarily out of fear. Upon forcing himself inside her tight virginity, she began to wail as if she were being disemboweled by a butter knife.

Along with his brutal entry came a sound like that of a sheet of paper being torn down the center. Without doubt the shy little girl's hymen was gone, the victim of being at the wrong place at the wrong time. The buffalo continued his steady pounding, his cock turning from a fleshy white to a vermillion red as he pumped the girl's cherry blood from her otherwise dry slit.

"Um...oh baby...that feels good doesn't it, sweety." he said licking his lips. The girl shook her head no, as she cried out in pain.

Chelsea continued to scream for some time as both blood and tears fell to the stone floor beneath her. However, after a few minutes of humping the young girl from behind, a look of exultation started to appear on his now bright red face. The girl had given up fighting, and now hung limp in his arms as he continued his thrusts into the girl's torn slit. Finally, the man gave out a cry through his clenched teeth as he began to ejaculate deep inside her vagina. As his body shook with orgasmic fervor, a mixture of chowder-looking cum and blood began oozing out from her stuffed slit.

Slowly he lowered the girl to the floor as he removed his chubby, blood covered manhood from inside her tightness, twitching as it began going limp. He wiped it on the girl's soft buttocks, allowing a few more drops of semen to leak out as he smeared the remnants of the girl's hymen across her bum. As he got up, he turned and headed for the stairwell, giving one last glance over his shoulder to the now deflowered girl. He gave a sort of snorting laugh as a crooked, toothy grin sneered across his lips.

Consciousness began to flood back to the broken girl. Carla moved quickly to Chelsea as the girl lay doubled over on her side. Carla gently cupped the girl's crotch and felt the warm, wet blood and semen that drooled out of the young girl's pussy and down the inside of her thigh. Chelsea began to cry like a child who had fallen off her bike and skinned her knee, writhing in pain as she clutched her lower abdomen with both hands. Carla did her best to ease the young girl's intense pain, lulling her as she petted the girl's hair.

"It's ok, Chelsea, shh...it's me, Carla, it's over now." She rolled the petite thing onto her back and finished removing her shorts and underwear. "You did a good job, Chelsea, but I need to clean you up, angel," the mulatto preteen told the tiny girl beside her.

Carla had nothing, save for her clothes, or Chelsea's clothes to clean the bloody pussy with. Imitating what she had seen done so many times before, she spread Chelsea's thighs apart, knelt between them, and lowered her face to the girl's bloody cunt. The girl slowly stopped crying as Carla's tongue gently and deftly began lapping at the fresh wound. She sucked out the salty mixture as the tip of her tongue spread open the girl's labia once more.

When the young maid found the pair near the west wing stairwell, Carla was still licking at the girl's slit. Carla turned around, startled but relieved by the maid's presence. The black haired maid's dark chestnut colored eyes gazed upon Carla's face, which looked as if she had been sloppily eating strawberry jam and cream cheese. As if to overcome this spectacle, Carla did her best to explain. "Chelsea was raped in the hall by one of the guests. She's bleeding pretty bad." The maid looked on, stunned by the almost battlefield-like scene.

"Do you have any tampons on you?" Carla asked the stupefied girl. She nodded as she reached into her white lacy apron which lay atop the frilly black satin maid's uniform, and fumbled around before pulling out a paper-covered tube. She handed it to the beautiful black girl, who quickly tore open the wrapper and removed the white cardboard applicator.

"Chelsea, I need you to relax for me. I gotta' put a tampon in you to stop the bleeding." Carla said with a soothing smile. She reached between Chelsea's thighs and spread open her lips so that she could find the girl's vaginal opening. When Carla began to push the cardboard tube inside the young girl, not only was it met with resistance but the recent rape victim began to cry once more.

"It's ok, Chelsea, I know it hurts." Carla wondered at how it was possible for the man to fit inside her when the small tube, which was only a quarter the circumference of the man's cock barely fit. Carla pushed at the end of the tube once she managed to get the applicator deep enough into the girl's vagina. She deposited the cotton plug a few centimeters from Chelsea's cervix, considering the tampon itself was not much longer than the young girl's vaginal cavity. A tiny string hung out from her tight pussy lips like a mouse tail hanging out of the lips of a hungry cat.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it?" she rhetorically asked as she pulled the girl's panties and shorts back on.

"Get her back to her dorm, and make sure she gets some orange juice and something to eat." Carla authoritatively told the bewildered maid.

As the Italian beauty helped Chelsea up from the floor, Carla surveyed the mess left behind. Licking the girl's defiled slit had stirred something inside of her. She knelt down near where the girl had been left by the brute. There were still pools of the white and red goo that had yet to dry. She extended her index finger into one of the tiny puddles, scooping some of the mucousy mess onto the tip. She brought it to her lips and cleaned it off with the tip of her tongue. A feeling of shame came over her as she realized how much she liked it. "I suppose I will keep this." she thought to herself as she pocketed the blood-smeared applicator.

Among the many things the Siren sorority was known for, sleeping late was perhaps the most well known. When Carla entered the enormous bunk room, most of the girls were still fast asleep. A few, however, were up milling about in their night gowns, or just panties - though a few were in diapers despite the fact that the plumbing in their dorm actually worked.

Ashley was an attractive girl; her beauty stood her out even in the midst of the other beauties of the castle. She was something of celebrity, and even at twelve had already had many suitors. There were many who considered her the prettiest girl in the whole of the castle, and from the offers Alistair had on her, she had the collateral to lay claim to the high praise. She was thin, but healthy looking, like an Abercrombie & Fitch model. Her features were almost elven. Her large almond shaped turquoise blue eyes and tiny button nose added to the uniqueness of her splendor. She was also one of the few girls still in the dorms who needed to wear a bra, and this was one of the attributes she loved to show off.

In fact, when Carla reached the small wooden table in the middle of the dorm at which her friend was sitting, the sublime siren was gossiping with a few girls who were up. She was wearing only a white cotton bra with a pale blue flower print and a pair of matching bikini cut panties. As Carla reached her, Ashley was discussing one of her lover's fetishes, which involved cumming in her hair, with a blond Russian girl of eight who sat across from her. The finely chiseled Russian doll was wearing a pair of blue panties, and her hair was held up in pigtails by matching blue bows, giving her a countenance which reminded Carla very much of the girl on the Coppertone bottle.

Ashley, upon noticing her friend, immediately swiveled about in her chair, and whipping her long corn silk yellow hair from out of her face, greeted Carla with her usual dramatic flair. "Oh my god, Carla, have you heard the news?"

Carla smiled and sat down next to the little Russian girl. "No, what's up?"

"I just heard from Eliza that the new head master arrived last night."

"Really?" Carla replied, more interested than she usually was with her friend's news - which normally involved trivial dorm gossip about who was wearing what, or doing whom.

"Totally! He's a young guy named Shaun."

"Where'd you hear this from?"

"Elle, one of the maids-in-training. She used to be in our dorm. Anyway, she's friends with Eliza who sleeps down at the end of the bunks near me."

Carla was intrigued, to say the least. Alistair had been the head master for over forty years. There was not a girl in the castle who knew a head master other than the current Lord Chamberlain. "Well, what did Eliza tell you?" Carla asked, as she leaned across the table with unabashed wonderment, for certainly this was the biggest news in several years.

"Well, evidently the soon-to-be head master was given Amy as an offering."

"And?"

"Well, I hear her bottom won't be too much worse off for the work-out, but she won't be sitting down much this week." The two girls erupted into laughter after that.

"Did Elle see him?"

"No, she was getting ready to clean his room in the east tower when Lydia came out with Amy. She was told not to go in until Alistair said she could."

"So he got Amy in the bottom, did he?" Carla cracked a grin.

"Uh huh, and then he evidently pissed all over her. Elle told Eliza that Shaun had Lydia lick the piss off of her. Sounds like your kind of guy." Ashley jokingly said.

"Hey, just because I still like wearing diapers, that doesn't make me some kind of pee freak."

"Whatever." Ashley said with a sultry smile, as she got out of her chair and knelt beside her friend. "Speaking of which, does some one need a change?" Ashley asked as she looked into her friends almost citrine colored eyes, while her hand cupped the crotch of Carla's tight blue jeans. The thumb of her right hand slid beneath both the waist band of the jeans as well as the diaper, so that it rested just above Carla's mound.

"Sorry love, already changed em' earlier."

"Oh, poo!" Ashley pouted.

III

Shaun looked down at the little girl who was on her stomach beneath him. From his vantage point, her buttocks looked like a ripe Georgia peach. The upturned dress and crinolines reminded him of a teacup on its side, stuffed with white tissue paper.

"That'a girl Amy, hold still for Mr. Weaver." the amused looking nanny said to the girl in a soothing voice. The boy held her by the waist with both hands. Her waist was so small that his fingertips were touching one another as if to make a belt with hands. Shaun's cock struck her tightly puckered anus as he rhythmically humped against her, pulling her back against himself as he did.

Shaun's cock was easily half as wide as the girl's waist, and needless to say, penetration was proving difficult. His manhood hurt as he rammed against her unyielding anus. It felt like he was trying to pierce a suit of plate mail armor with a tooth pick. Lydia watched in eager anticipation as Shaun neared his swollen purple head to that most remarkable and small fissure. It took several minutes of forcing just to get it inside the tight sphincter. Amy grunted and yelped with each push forward.

"Uhn....ahhhh..!!!" she screamed when his head finally pressed in, quickly followed by his shaft as he mercilessly rammed home. "Ungh...noo...no...stawp!" She squealed, writhing about like a worm on a rusty hook. After he got his entire length in, he let the muscle get used to his size before he began humping her, doubling his speed and intensity soon after the initial drive.

"It hurts, Shaun!"

"I know, angel, I know... it will all be over soon." he quietly said as he tried to console her, kissing the top of her head as he banged her tiny bottom. The tight tube of gooey, but un-lubricated muscle felt like the death grip of a boa constrictor. Amy's body creaked as her tail bone cracked and her rectal muscles began to tear. The beautiful sound of fatty flesh slapping against each other rang forth as Shaun's thighs slammed into her buttocks.

"She's too tight." he said to the nanny. "I think my dick will fall off if I stay in her."

Shaun was nearly exhausted, but ready to cum when he removed himself from the poor little girl, who lay limp and lethargic on the floor in front of him. He looked over to the tall, sublime woman who had squatted down to watch the performance. He could see up her skirt and between her pantyhose-covered thighs. She gave a dirty grin as she watched the toddler's anus slowly closing shut after the removal of the boy's cock.

Lydia could see the shy expression on Shaun's face as he looked up at her blouse. "You want to see these?" she asked teasingly, as she looked down and unbuttoned the jacket. Shaun slowly nodded as sweat rolled down his brow. There was a look of desire in his eyes, but there was also an expression of inexperience. It was not an uncommon thing at the castle. Many of the men who came there were virgins prior to their visit.

"It's ok, hun, you want me to take it off?" she asked in her sweet tone that had a hint of a British accent to it. She began to fumble around at the buttons to her blouse. Beneath she wore a pink satin bra that was accented with black lace. Lydia reached back, unhooking the bra, allowing her pale D sized bosom to heave into the open. Her tan brown nipples were already erect, when she lay back on the carpet next to the half-naked girl beside her.

"Come here, that'a boy." she softly cooed in a motherly tone as she presented her breasts for the young man. "Just put it right here." she said, looking down between her bosom as she spread them apart, cupping the soft mounds of flesh with her long, French tipped fingers. He placed his hard venous meat between the two soft, fatty orbs. As Shaun laid his cock between her heaving breasts she squeezed them together to allow the boy to have enough friction to get him off.

"That's it, fuck mommy's tits." she sanguinely sighed with a soft seductive voice. Lydia pressed her two mammary glands together, as he began to rub up and down on her chest with fervent passion. Her breasts jiggled every which way as he humped her breasts, her head arching back as he pushed forward. Occasionally she would watch his head poke through the top of her breasts, licking her lips as she waited for the boy's spunk. Quite suddenly his milky white semen shot onto her face as the boy gave out a grunting sigh.

Amy was still crying by the time Shaun had flung his jizz on Lydia's throat and face. The toddler looked like a flamingo with its feathers all ruffled as the pink dress and crinolines clumsily fell about her while she rolled onto her back. With her eyes clenched shut she didn't notice Shaun standing above her. The sophomore held his half-flaccid penis as he aimed the tip towards the little girl. His cock flinched just before the arc of golden water issued forth. Again Amy flailed about as urine soaked her dress and splattered across her pale face.

Lydia knelt beside the girl and cocked her head back, opening up her mouth and offering herself as a human urinal. Shaun's piss sprayed into her opened lips and spilled down her chin, throat, and between her perfectly shaped breasts. When he finished filling the nanny's gullet with golden rain, she guzzled it down before allowing the remainder to dribble onto her ward's new, but now soiled dress.

Shaun stood looking down at the debauchery which he created. The two piss-covered girls glistened beneath the crystal chandelier which hung above them. Lydia didn't even bother to button up, as she scooped the tiny girl in her arms. Amy was clenching her fists as she held her stomach. Like a baby, Lydia cradled the wet girl in her arms. Too dazed to even object, he watched as the woman carried the crying girl towards the door. Lydia looked back at Shaun, her breasts spilling out of her blouse.

"Don't worry, hun', I'll bring her back...she's yours now." she said with a wicked grin.

"Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna' take her to the infirmary, you gave her little bottom quite a work-out."

Shaun watched the pair leave before returning his attention to the mess that was left behind. There was a large wet yellow stain on the oriental rug, the remnants of Shaun's first delivery of a golden shower. Not two feet from the stain was the pair of pampers which had been left behind from Amy's anal deflowering. Shaun took a few steps before kneeling down to retrieve it. He picked up the still warm garment and lifted it to his face, sniffing the pale yellow pool that covered most of the seat and crotch. Squeezing the sides brought the urine back to the surface. As the pool formed he held the diaper to his lips as if it were an orange slice and began sucking the salty contents from it.

Though he had just been drained of his spunk, Shaun's shaft grew erect once more. He walked over to a large brown leather easy chair and sat down with his prize in hand. Cupping the used baby garment he wrapped the diaper around his manhood and began to masturbate in the warm mushy pair of pampers, finally cumming in the crotch. A cold chill ran down his spine as he came. "I'm in heaven," he thought to himself, and at that moment he realized he was never leaving this place.

Like an angry god in slumber, contented by a hearty meal of peasants, the castle sat atop its rocky perch. It was the twilight before dawn and the college boy had no clue of the chain of events his presence had set in motion. Already the hive was a buzz with the rumors of his arrival; shortly all attention would be fixated on the east tower, and the boy who now called it home.

….Stay tuned for Chapter 3, The Zero Prime Engine

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