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REFUGEES
BY CC
cc2@afreeinternet.com
I worked at a medical station in a missionary refugee camp during the ****
War. Actually I sort of WAS the medical station, since I was the only doctor
there, and I had supplied, staffed, and paid for the transportation of the
supplies and equipment myself. I wanted my own way in and out, so I flew
to a nearby airstrip in my Cessna, and drove the jeep I had arranged for
to the camp.
It was in the camp that I met Lesa and Katya.
They weren't sisters, although they acted like it. They had come into the
camp together, and they were never apart. Katya was 14, and constantly looked
out for Lesa, who was 10. They were both small and slender, although obviously
Lesa was smaller than Katya.
My first contact with them was when they were brought to me for the medical
exam, obligatory for all children on first arrival. Ordinarily such an exam
would be done chaperoned, but we had no staff for that. Obviously I looked
forward to the prospect of unchaperoned time with the girls in a state of
undress, but the exam really did need to be comprehensive, considering the
possibilities of infection, trauma, etc. So I got a good look at them. Katya
was a slender young teen, with small, pointy, high breasts, and fairly little
hair yet below her neck. She was blond and very cute. Lesa was gorgeous;
slim, elfin, no breasts to speak of, and of course no hair at all below her
neck. She had long, straight, brown hair that fell to the middle of her back.
I disrobed them both fully for the exam, but, other than internally enjoying
the experience immensely, I kept a professional demeanor. I maintained a
steady, gentle but firm, touch, even as I checked their breasts and genitals.
They watched me closely as I examined them, but I held a serious, kind but
distant, look on my face throughout. I wanted them to trust me, and rely
on me.
They both, of course, were fairly filthy, but fortunately had no evidence
of anything more serious than lice. The proper soap and shampoo soon dealt
with both problems. I pulled strings and made sure they had a decent tent,
and arranged for it to be in the small tenting area near the clinic, so I
could watch over them. I had been hoping for the arrival of someone just
like them; it was the main reason I had come to the area in the first place.
Finding two at once was beyond my dreams.
It didn't take long for me to become the adult to whom they turned most commonly
for anything: advice, help, solace. No one else took any time with them anyway.
I made sure to cross their paths on a regular basis. I brought at least one
full meal a day to them, and made sure they had plenty of fresh water. I
took them to the services in the camp. After a week or two they were both
at the altar, converting.
I began to probe a bit to find out their backgrounds. It turned out both
of them had been in the same place before coming to the camp. They had been
staying with, or were the captives of (I could never quite tell which) a
man who had found them both in the rubble of a city and taken them in. After
some gentle questioning, Katya divulged some details of their life with this
man. "He spanked me," she said. I tried to remain noncommital and unperturbed,
but it was difficult!
"He spanked you?" I asked.
"Uh-huh. And whipped me, too. But it wasn't so bad; he didn't do it really
hard. But he did it a lot. Just about anytime he wanted to he would whip
me. And the way he whipped me…!" she trailed off.
"What way," I asked.
She blushed and stammered. "He whipped me on my….my breasts!" she exclaimed.
"And between my legs! It felt so….strange! And I think he would have raped
me pretty soon if the fighting hadn't come to the village. We think he got
killed in the fighting."
"What about you, Lesa?" I asked, "How did he treat you?"
"He spanked me, too!" she piped up. "A lot! And he whipped me on my legs
and my bottom and my little nipples, too!"
Katya looked at me but inclined her head at Lesa. "I think he was going to
rape her, too," she stage-whispered.
"Why didn't you run away?" I inquired.
Lesa and Katya looked at each other. "We didn't know where else to go," Katya
said.
"And besides, " Lesa said, "It was kinda fun, sometimes, when he punished
us." Katya didn't say anything, but she blushed deeply.
I could hardly believe my good fortune to have encountered such beautiful
little girls, apparently unattached, with such experiences behind them. But
there was nothing I could do about it at present, except continue to be their
friend, and bide my time till I could be more.
The time was not long in coming. The fighting unexpectedly swept close to
the mission. Evacuation commenced. Confusion reigned. There was no way I
was going to trust the two girls to the vagaries of the evac process. We
could hear the guns in the distance. I went to the director of the mission
and told him I would get the girls out in my jeep. I think he was aware of
my relationship with the girls, but either was too busy to, or didn't want,
to interfere. But now he gave me one long searching look. I held his eye.
I think he could tell that I had the best interests of the girls at heart,
even if he did not completely approve of my interest in them. After a long
moment he just gave a curt nod, and turned back to the other demands in front
of him.
I hustled the girls out the door with practically only the clothes on their
backs, even as we could hear the troops approaching from the other side of
the complex. We made it to the airstrip where I had stored my plane, and
we loaded up. Soon we were in the air, and I contacted BOFORS to arrange
air cover, or at least to keep them from being trigger-happy as I flew into
their space. Once a little money had changed hands I was able to get them
travel papers. I whisked them off to ****-land and installed them in the
house I had there.
Once we were settled in, I sat them down for a long talk. I explained to
them that I desired them and wanted to sexually punish them, too. But if
they preferred, I would ship them off to some boarding school or convent,
and arrange for their schooling, and room and board. But I would not see
them again, since it would be too hard on me to not be able to have them.
But if they stayed with me, then we would be married (****-land being quite
liberal v.v. the number and age of one's wives), and I would be their husband
and their master. They conferred for a moment in another room. Inside of
half a minute they came pelting back to me and threw themselves in my arms.
I located a minister willing to perform the service, and we were all married.
Back at the house I spent a long time just holding them and kissing them.
Then I told them both to bend over and hold their ankles. I tossed their
skirts up, pulled their cotton panties down, and spanked them barehanded,
first one's bottom, then the other's, as their moans and whimpers filled
the air, mingling sweetly with the "SMACK!" of bare hand on girl's bottom.
I told Lesa to stand still for a minute, and sat down, pulling Katya over
my lap. I continued her spanking with hard smacks reddening her bare young-teen
bottom as she shivered and sobbed. I let her up and she bounced to her feet,
rubbing her buttocks and sniffling. I beckoned little Lesa over and she shyly
sidled up to me. I tipped her over my knees and gave her the same treatment.
What a lovely feeling it was, having my hand smack down onto her bare ten-year-old
bottom, so soft and small! Soon I had both of their bottoms reddened. I stripped
them naked and strolled around, ogling their sweet charms. Katya stood a
head taller than Lesa, still only up to the middle of my chest. Her breasts
were small and pointy, high and soft. Her hips, though flaring, were still
slim. Her cleft was beautiful, only lightly fledged, blonde like her head.
Lesa was a vision. Heartbreakingly slender, and, after her spanking, a face
like an angel in despair. Her breasts were mere buds topped by erect nipples,
only barely breaking the plane of her chest. Her cleft lips peeked from between
her thighs, completely unfledged.
I took a riding crop down off the wall and began to whip first one, then
the other, on their thighs, front and back. Then I smacked their already
punished bottoms with the crop. How they moaned and cried out, dancing from
foot to foot! But their punishment had barely begun. I brought the crop down
across Katya's little breasts one after the other. She cried out wildly as
little Lesa's eyes widened. Soon Katya's breasts were fetchingly reddened,
her nipples erect and swollen. Then it was Lesa's turn. She trembled and
yelped as I smacked her little breast buds and nipples with the crop. Soon
her nipples were likewise reddened and erect. I couldn't resist reaching
out and taking one of each of their breasts in either hand, kneading and
working them, pinching and twisting their little nipples, still smarting
from their punishment, making them gasp and moan.
I put Katya on the bed in knee-chest position and told her to stay there
until I told her otherwise. Then I turned my attention to little Lesa. I
lubricated my left hand, insinuated it between her bottom cheeks, and pierced
her anus as she cried out. Then I began to spank her full upon her bare cleft
lips. Punishing the pretty little preteen like that was the most exciting
experience I had ever had. Feeling her little anus clench and spasm on my
fingers as they pierced, penetrated, and probed her deeply; feeling my other
hand SMACK against her bare cleft as she quivered and cried out; there was
nothing like it.
Finally I left her shivering and sniffling and returned to Katya. I pulled
an ice dildo out of the small freezer in the room, and unceremoniously thrust
it into her trembling anus. She cried out wildly as I worked it in and out
of her steadily and firmly. I reached around and seized her clitoris. As
I pinched and twisted her clit and raped her anus with the ice dildo, she
began to moan rhythmically with each thrust. Soon her hips were working back
and forth automatically as she was driven to distraction by the intense punishment.
Suddenly she was bucking, yelping and sobbing, as she began to come. I quickly
withdrew the dildo, and substituted it with my rod, ramming deep into her,
raping her of the virginity of her tender anus as she nearly screamed. It
wasn't long before we were both climaxing as I raped her young-teen anus,
driving to the hilt as I emptied my seed into her.
We collapsed on the bed for a while as I held her and kissed her hair and
neck, still buried within her anus while she clenched and spasmed. Then I
withdrew and left her sniffling and murmuring on the bed.
I slipped off to the bathroom and cleaned up. Coming back to Lesa, I briskly
laid her down on the bed and without warning fastened my mouth on her cleft,
raping her with my tongue. I pressed firmly against her maidenhead, making
her cry out. Then I took her clitoris, punishing her there with long excruciating
bites between tongue and teeth that made her writhe and moan. Soon she, too,
was nearing a little-girl's orgasm. I raised up and positioned the head of
my rod between her cleft lips. I drove hard into her, raping her of her maidenhead,
as she gave a short scream. I lay covering her, holding her close as she
sobbed and moaned, still buried in her. As her distress died away to the
occasional sniffle, I resumed raping her, pistoning in and out of her abused
cleft. She cried out with each thrust. Not my wildest imaginings had prepared
me for the tightness and sweetness of a preteen girl's maidenhood. Having
already spent myself in Katya, I was able to last long enough to bring Lesa
over the edge as well, despite the intense excitement I felt from the experience
I was having. It probably took longer for her because of her tender age,
and the soreness of her cleft, having just been deflowered. It was so sweet
to be raping such a pretty little preteen as she came, quivering and yipping,
crying out, "OH! OH! OH, Sir, please! AAAH!" After she was spent, I punished
her with more stern thrusts, making her shake and moan, until I finally deigned
to empty myself at her cervix.
I held her close, wrapped in my arms, as she trembled and sobbed. Soon she
was putting her little tear-stained face up for sweet kisses. Katya moved
in on my other side, and I lay between my two sweet girl-wives, kissing and
holding them, reveling in the knowledge that their slender little-girl bodies
were mine to punish and sweetly rape.
Which reminded me: I still hadn't raped Katya in her cleft! Well, she would
have to wait until the morning.
Posted By Nikki
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