Refugees (M/g spank reluc romantic)

   Written by cc



   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
were both orphans.  The orphanage they had lived in had been bombed out,
and 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 nearby
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 noncommittal 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, 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.

   After 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.

   The end.

   By cc

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