“Okay,” Piotr said patiently, his voice crackling a bit over the speakerphone as he tried to walk her through the steps for what was probably the umpteen-billionth time. “Now scroll down. That’s that little slider thing on the right hand side, just keep clicking on that little down-arrow near the bottom.”
“Okay. Hang on a minute…” Chloe stuck her tongue out of the corner of her mouth as she leaned in and peered at the screen, moving the cursor down to the arrow and clicking a couple of times. Before her the view of the website moved down a bit, revealing another dozen hotlinks that she scanned. “Okay, there!” she replied with just a hint of triumphant pride in her voice as her eyes fell upon her own name. “Found it!”
“Good,” he chuckled. “Now click on that, and you’ll see what was uploaded.”
The ten-year-old quickly did as she was told, and the menu was replaced by eight thumbnail pictures. Eagerly she clicked on the first and was rewarded with a picture of herself, clad only in a pair of skimpy bikini bottoms standing hip-deep in the brilliant blue-white waters of the ocean. Damn, I look HOT! she thought as her gaze slid over her somewhat damp pigtails, the sunglasses hiding her eyes, her flawless shoulders and flat chest and stiff, bare nipples, down her flat, concave tummy and tiny, dark, winking belly button… “You took that from the chairs?” she asked.
“Yup.” Now it was Piotr’s turn to sound proud as he acknowledged her question. “Click the back arrow in the upper left, and check out the rest.”
Chloe did as she was told, eying the photos to see if everything had gone as she had planned. There she was, her ass pointing straight at the camera as she bent over to remove her bikini bottoms at the edge of the surf… There she was, grinning widely as she skipped naked and a wave washed up to her knees… There she was, totally nude and totally hairless, looking every inch the pretty little perfect pre-teen starlet as she lay on the beach chair, the barest little hint of her slit visible between her thighs… There she was, striking a saucy pose as she crossed one knee over the other and stuck her tongue out at the camera… “They look good,” she finally remarked as she sat back in her chair. “I think they’re gonna go over well.”
“They certainly are,” Piotr replied. “Smart idea you had.”
“Well, I knew that he had hacked my phone,” the little girl remarked as she stood and stretched, the silky fabric of her robe sliding across her skin and rising up her thighs as she reached for the ceiling. “And I knew that he was gonna post what he found. So I figured, what the hell? Reach out, see if he’d actually work with me, and then I can control the release…”
“What did he actually get?” her manager asked. “And what did you have to give him?”
Chloe’s face scrunched in annoyance at the thought as she lowered her arms. “He got about six photos of you ‘n me, when we did that butt-stuff in New York,” she replied. “And another dozen or so of me acting like a drunk-ass slut losing her clothes with Harper ‘n Erin in Cabo. And one of me doin’ a line, but it was an old one,” she added quickly. “But all he wanted was a blowjob in the car, ‘n once he got it he let me have that stuff back and took the Bahamas stuff that you took when we were down there.”
“You know, he probably still has copies of the old stuff, right?” the middle-aged man pointed out.
“Well, duh,” the tiny blonde said with a snort of derision. “Of course he does! But,” she continued, “he promised me that it was only for his own spank collection.” She was quiet for a second, and then placed her palms on the edge of the desk and leaned in towards the phone. “He also made me an offer, one I think you need to hear,” she said in a serious tone.
“Do tell?”
“He said that if I spent a night with him… just one night,” she quickly emphasized, “and I let him do all the cunt and ass stuff he wanted to do to me, then he’ll not only post more good ‘stolen’ photos of me but he wouldn’t post all the stuff he has of Jessie Connolly.”
“What’s he got of her?” Piotr asked critically, his words suddenly containing a sharp edge.
“Nothing of you ‘n her,” Chloe replied. “But, it seems that about a month ago she pulled the train for a bunch of gangbangers in Compton, and he’s got about fifty snaps of her with ‘bout twenty different guys. Mouth, cunt, butt stuff, she did it all with ‘em, all while wearing her Simi Valley Prep uniform from the set.” The actress let an evil smile curl her lips as she let the implications of her rival’s ruined reputation rattle around in her mind for a few seconds. After waiting what she thought was an appropriate length of time to allow the knowledge to sink in, she feigned surprise as she continued her stratagem, drawing upon all of her skills to convince him that she was innocent. “You didn’t know that she was a gangbang slut?”
“No,” he replied, his voice low and angry. “I didn’t.”
“Oh,” the little girl tsked, “I’m so sorry! I thought… That is, we have that agreement, I thought you and she did too…”
“No, we don’t… we didn’t.” Momentarily she felt a little bad about ruining his illusions about Jesse, but she quickly quashed those feelings. It’s for the show, and my career! she reminded herself as he sighed sadly. “She said that she loved me, and that we were going to get married in secret so that nobody had a problem with an eight-year-old marrying her agent, and she wanted to have my baby…”
“I’m so sorry,” Chloe replied convincingly. She was a bit proud that she managed to keep her voice sympathetic as she played out her own personal role to perfection. It hadn’t been all that hard to use her dealer’s connection to make contact with the Eight-Deuces, and a few thousand dollars changing hands made sure that the gangbangers would do as she asked. Enough roofies to dope an elephant slipped into her post-shoot drink, and the little eight-year-old cunt didn’t even realize what was happening when Chloe had her driver take her co-star downtown for her unscheduled side-role. Oh, Jesse had realized what had happened the next day, and sobbingly confessed her sins to the blonde girl that she was afraid that Piotr would find out, that one of the gangbangers had knocked her up ‘cause she wasn’t on the pill, what was she going to do oh my God Piotr would FREAK if he found out – and Chloe lied, and said that he wouldn’t, that the redhead’s secret was safe with her, that the ten-year-old would be there for whatever her younger co-star needed and Jesse showed her gratitude with her tongue… “I know this must be hard for you,” she continued.
“Them’s the breaks,” the man replied sadly. She heard him sigh once more, and then when he spoke again his voice was a bit stronger, a bit more forceful. “I’m fairly sure I’ll be dropping her as a client,” he remarked. “And in the bedroom, too.”
“That’s probably for the best,” she replied. Inside, her soul danced with triumph, and she gave a happy little wriggle of her flat backside as she grinned evilly. “But that’s okay, you still have me!” she added.
“That’s right, I do,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “I like how you just can’t seem to say no to me in bed! Listen, don’t do anything with this guy just yet, I want to think about how to handle these Jesse pictures before they go public, ‘k?”
“Oh, of course, sure thing!” she lied. She would never tell him that she already had slept with the hacker, had already promised him that he could fuck her ass whenever the pair could sneak off without being caught, and that he was already prepping his stolen photo website for Jesse’s grand debut. She didn’t count in-the-ass as cheating… it was merely business. But her pussy was reserved for Piotr, and she shivered slightly in anticipation as the thought of becoming pregnant with their child and their marriage – not necessarily in that order – made her wet. “I’ll always be here for you,” she added as she slid a fingertip along her drooling slit and shivered again.
She had already eliminated the other girls for his time and attention. With Jesse disgraced, fired from the show, thrown aside like the cheap little whore she was, nothing else would stand in her way of personal and professional success. Hollywood was a cruel
She awoke that Tuesday morning warm and happy, already half-way to her orgasm as Erin’s talented tongue worked her clit and two fingers sawed in and out of her slick, tight pre-teen pussy. The ten-year-old murmured happily as she reached down and stroked the side of the skinny blonde’s face – and then grabbed a huge handful of her best friend’s tangled hair and twisted, grinding her slit against Erin’s lips and tongue in the rough way she knew the girl liked. In mere minutes she came, helpless to prevent herself from raising her ass off the sweaty, sticky sheets and offering her spasming womb to her BFF and sex-slave. After what felt like an eternity of nothingness the gaunt blonde girl had crawled up her body and feasted on her kiss, and she tasted her own sex-glaze on her best friend’s face as she lay in the rail-thin girl’s arms and kissed her succulent lips. They could only bask in the afterglow for a few minutes, though… school beckoned, and she was on a mission!
John Hancock was only a few blocks from Erin’s house so she had passed on the offer of a ride and instead pedaled her way over to the middle school, arriving just as the trickle of students arriving turned into a flood – but instead of heading straight in to class, she skipped the first half of the school day as she worked through her butterfly responsibilities. The little blonde cornered Dylan as he got off the bus and dragged him around the side of the building, flipping her short miniskirt up over her flat backside as she braced herself against the rough bricks and he slid into her from behind with her begging words of encouragement a wonderful counterpoint to the wet squishing of her already-slicked slit. It was good – not wonderful, but just fine, and she did have a tiny little orgasm as he tensed and spurted his boy-stuff into her womb. Mr. Peterson was willing to let her ride him, and Chloe came even harder as she bore down on his grown-up cock while he gripped her throat firmly in his large hands and shot a second load of cum inside her as well. A quick text and Mr. Mason met her during morning recess, and it gave her a tiny thrill to know that anyone could walk by the car at any moment and see her in the back seat, her skirt rolled up around her waist and her tee pulled up to her throat, her legs thrown wide to accommodate his hips and the man-meat pistoning in and out of her little-girl cunny while she clutched him to her, and a third orgasm was torn from her body as he came inside her as well. Three loads in less than three hours, she remembered thinking as he drove away and she stood in the parking lot and readjusted her clothes, pressing her thighs together to prevent even a single drop of precious boy-seed from leaking out of her warm, happy belly as she tugged her damp, jism-stained skirt back into position around her hips. How many more before I get pregnant? she wondered as she blew a kiss in the general direction of a soccer mom dragging four children into the school and was gratified to feel the woman’s eyes grope her in return. She didn’t really believe that she could get pregnant today – but still, a tiny part of her was well aware of the odds, and thus she was determined to get as much jism into her pre-teen womb as possible!
She allowed her overworked pussy a few hours in which to cool down, and spent her lunch hour with Harper gossiping and catching up while luxuriating in the feeling of three different cum-loads in her pre-teen womb. The brunette smiled as she related her sex-filled morning as well, relating how she had lagged behind in the school bus after the rest of the kids had gotten off so she could be ‘molested’ by the driver as well as managing to put herself into a situation where a pair of sixth graders ‘cornered’ her in the back stairwell. “It’s so fucking easy!” she had whispered quietly with a little giggle as she half-leaned across the table and pitched her voice low. “Just pretend like you hate it, let ‘em slap you a couple of times, and bam!” She slapped the table loud enough to draw the attention of the girls at the other end, and she blushed slightly as she pitched her voice even lower. “Two more cocks!”
“Not three, like me?” Chloe whispered back, her mouth curled up in a wicked grin as she picked at her infinitely forgettable lunch.
Harper scrunched her face in annoyance. “No, only two, I’m nowhere near as big a slut as you are. But I’m not done yet!” She took a bite of her sandwich, her teeth clacking aggressively as she bit down and the side of her face bulging at the wad of bread and meat in her cheek. “I’m gonna SO get a third cock in me by the end of the day!” The rest of the meal was spent comparing notes as the pair tried to decide what was a better draw for the boys – a pre-teen girl who never told when she was molested, or a pre-teen girl determined to end up in a family way and who didn’t care who the father might be, and Chloe filed away a few tips and tricks on attracting guys. She didn’t really need any more skills in the attraction department… but a part of her knew that it couldn’t hurt.
The little fourth grader stayed at school but skipped going to class in the afternoon, prowling the halls of John Hancock Elementary like a cat in heat while Harper went off to do her duty for Mr. LaFonte. The school security guard cornered her in a stairwell shortly after lunch and was determined to punish her for being out of class without a hall pass, and Chloe thrilled as he pressed her against the cool, rough brickwork and slid inside her well-fucked pussy, ‘insulting’ her by calling her a slut and a whore (which she actually totally agreed with, although she sobbed and lied and denied it just to make him happy) all while pinning her wrists to the wall above her head while she locked her legs around his thrusting hips. He wasn’t that long but he was nice and thick and filled her up, and after only a few minutes of pumping in and out of her sore, stretched pussy he tensed and came, and the wet splashing inside of her unprotected womb made her come as well, and when her mind finally cleared he was gone and she was splayed out on the cold, dusty tile floor, dribbling a fourth man’s jism down the inside of her thighs. The ten-year-old never got his name, but Chloe didn’t really care – she wasn’t out for a boyfriend, after all, just the boy-seed!
A pair of fifth graders were easy to lure into the storage room just off of the gym – she simply hung out half-behind the bleachers and kept watch, and as soon as they were glancing her way she stuck her tongue out at them while raising her skirt just enough to let them see she her bare mound. They were rough with her body in the shadowy room, pawing at her flat chest and pinching her nipples and fingering both pussy and ass, but the idea of two more loads inside her womb allowed her to ignore the discomfort. They yanked off her clothes and shoved her down on a short stack of tumbling mats, curling her knees to her armpits and pounding their small dicks inside her pussy, one holding her down while the other did the deed. They weren’t big and they had absolutely no talent whatsoever – but the tiny blonde girl still shuddered with pleasure and whimpered as, first one and then the other, the boys tensed and spurted their seed into her pre-teen belly. She loitered after they pulled up their shorts and left (calling her a slut and laughing as they blasted through the door) to let the sperm soak in, and was rewarded when Mr. Peterson cornered her once more. Unfortunately he wanted to use her ass, but she distracted herself from the agonizing, tearing pain in her backside with the knowledge that six different boys and men had already spurted inside her baby factory so far. I wonder how many more I can squeeze in today? she mused as she wailed behind the gym teacher’s muffling hand and ‘struggled’ to ‘fight him off’ as he growled and injected his hot, wonderful load deep into her bowels. She did cum, a light, tiny little shudder that she was sure he couldn’t even feel – but it was enough for her, and she hid her smile as he left her, sweaty and trembling and curled into a ball on the mats, with three different boy-loads dribbling out of her well-fucked pussy and asshole.
Chloe took a few minutes after they left to get herself put back together. It’s great, and I love getting fucked, she mused with a half-grin as she rolled onto her flat backside and tried to tug her sweat-stained top down over her narrow shoulders so that it lay across her flat chest to just below the bottom of her ribcage. But it’s hell on the clothes! The pre-teen was forced to hunt around for her miniskirt, finally found it carelessly tossed between a pommel horse and a triangle vault, and wrinkled her nose as she shook it out. After five (Six? she wondered to herself. Does Mr. Peterson’s second time in my ass count as a separate one after the two boys fucked me, or was he just part of the same thing?) rough, wet, messy sex sessions the pleated plaid fabric was soaked and sticky, stained with sweat and spunk and her juices to the point where it actually felt heavy and a little bit crusty in her hands. I’m gonna need to get new stuff at this rate, she decided as she stepped into the skirt and buttoned it around her tiny waist, shivering slightly as the filthy fabric felt cold against her bare flesh.
The ten year old was trying to decide if she wanted to stick around after the final bell in ten minutes and see if she could find another cock or three to satisfy her unending appetite when the chirping of her phone caught her attention. Opening her purse and digging as she padded out of the storage room and back into the gym, she thumbed the button and saw a text from THEM. “Please please please!” she whispered as she read… and then had to stifle a shout of pure joy.
You had a good idea. We’ll provide accurate totals from now on.
You’ve fucked 31 different guys so far. 20 have popped off in your cunt.
And that’s only up to now. You still have another ten hours until tomorrow.
God you’re a slut.
“Yes I am!” she whispered fiercely. “I’m the biggest slut on the planet!”
“What was that?” She had been so engrossed with her personal sense of accomplishment that she didn’t notice the small group of girls sitting on the bleachers ten feet away – a mixed group of fifth, fourth, and third graders, all dressed in tiny little mismatched shorts and tee shirts, waiting to take their place on the gym floor for cheerleading practice. Their leader, a small redhead with hard, glittering, judgmental eyes, was staring at Chloe with an obvious look of disgust on her face. “You said you were a slut?” she asked as her gaze raked up and down the ten-year-old, taking in her disheveled hair, her oily skin, and the filthy clothes on her body.
“I am!” Chloe chirped happily. Do I know her? she wondered as she fixed the girls with a wide smile and gave a little twirl. “I’m the biggest slut ever!” she added for emphasis as she beamed. The girls looked at each other with confused looks on their faces, almost as if they weren’t quite sure if they heard her right, and the tiny blonde almost preened as they began to whisper amongst themselves. “I’d stay and talk s’more,” she said as she gave the prudes a tiny wave with her phone, which chose that exact moment to chirp with another incoming text, “but I’ve got another guy to fuck!” She pushed through the doors to the hallway with a little wriggle of her hips, her soul almost singing with satisfaction as she left the pathetic virgins behind.
She made her way through the halls towards her locker and checked the text as she walked, and her heart leapt with joy as she read the message. Busy? Jennifer asked. Wanna go to mall, I’ll teach you how to dress right. As she read a follow-up message arrived, this one with a winky smiley face – Maybe you can find another cock there. “Yeah, that sounds like a plan!” the little girl mumbled as she replied, her fingers flying across the keypad as she enthusiastically replied that she would meet her there in half an hour.
The bell rang, its clattering chime echoing through the halls for a moment before being drowned out by the army of children rioting out of the classrooms, but Chloe barely registered the chaos swirling around her as she dreamed of thick, hot, sticky sprays of jism – and the possible new life resulting from the gifts that the boys splurted inside her seemingly insatiable pussy.
Wow, Chloe thought as she crouched down next to the bike rack, feeling the heat of the concrete against her bare, almost displayed backside as her filthy skirt rode up and gave tantalizing hints to the smooth, pre-teen flesh between her thighs. My legs are killing me! She snapped the lock on the chain woven through the spokes of her front wheel closed, gave a little tug to make sure it was secured, and then stood up. She glanced out of the corner of her eye at the middle-aged man standing near the glass entrance to the mall, feeling his hungry gaze sliding up and down her little-girl body as he took in her plaid miniskirt and poofy half-peasant blouse and pink, rhinestone-studded tennis shoes, and spent half a second rearranging her outfit. He’s not looking at my clothes, she noted in amusement as she tugged the hem of her miniskirt down just a hair, bringing the bottom to just below her bare mound and exposing another half-inch of her tummy, and then slipped the frilly half-blouse off of her shoulders, sighing in pleasure as she felt the warm rays of sunlight kiss her bare flesh. He just likes all the skin I’m showing! She was considering sliding on over and offering herself to him – maybe a blowjob, maybe a quickie in some out-of-the-way back hallway, she wasn’t sure and didn’t really care – when he took one last drag of his cigarette, tossed it in the vague direction of the overflowing ashtray, and pushed through the double doors and into the mall. Ah well, there’ll be others inside, the little girl decided with a shrug.
The late afternoon sun beat down on the entrance to the mall, sending waves of wavering heat from the asphalt into the air as the ten-year-old peered around, noting the people striding to and from their parked cars, and she noticed more than a few of them – both men and women, boys and girls – checking out her wonderfully slutty outfit. Both Jennifer and Erin said that they would meet her at the doors leading into the food court, and she had pedaled her bike furiously through the surrounding neighborhoods to make sure she was on time. Where are they? the little girl grumped in annoyance as she glanced around. Her eyes instantly found Jennifer – well, the pregnant thirteen-year-old’s cotton-covered backside, at least. Through the open passenger window of a cab idling about twenty feet away she could see the full, rounded ass of Jennifer wriggling happily as the teenager paid her fare… and for a moment the little blonde wondered why she wasn’t the one sucking off the overweight driver. Let her have her lunch, she decided with a grin as she resettled the purse across her shoulder, the thin strap cutting right across her flat chest where her breasts would someday – years down the road – grow, and waited semi-patiently for her mentor to finish.
“Hey, slut,” a tiny soprano sang out, and the ten-year-old beamed a wide smile as Erin rode up on her bike, her bare legs and knobby knees still as she glided to a stop next to the bike rack. “Suck much cock today?” the gaunt girl asked wickedly.
“Dozens,” Chloe replied with a grin of her own. She pushed off the wall, took a couple of steps forward, and gave her fellow Wilderness Slut a hug, feeling Erin’s sweaty skin against her own. “And I fucked hundreds more,” she added as she patted the skinny girl’s flat, non-existent ass through her skirt.
“Liar.” Erin squatted and locked her bike, and then stretched to work the kinks out of her joints, a maneuver that caused her blue-green tee (with a glitter logo declaring her to be an unrepentant Jewish Whore!!!, with three exclamation points) and dark green skirt to rise to alarmingly high levels, and then fluffed her loose pale-blonde hair as she relaxed. “Seriously, how many today?” she asked.
“Seven… Six… I’m not sure.” Chloe frowned as she thought back over her day, worrying her puffy, gloss-covered lip with her front teeth as she tried to decide. “If a guy fucks you in the cunt, and then nails your ass, like, hour later, does that count as one or two?”
“Did he pop off both times?” Erin fired back.
“Yeah.”
“Then it’s two,” she replied firmly.
“What’s two?” The ten-year-olds turned their attention to Jennifer, who joined them by the bike rack as the taxi pulled away. The teenager moved a bit slowly, almost supporting her grossly-swollen belly with one hand as she fished in her purse for something, her light, billowy maternity dress looking a bit rumpled and her hair a tangled mess. “Hang on, I need a breath mint,” she added as she pulled a small metal tin out and popped two white tablets into her mouth.
“We’re trying to decide if fucking the same guy twice in one day counts as one cock or two,” Chloe replied. “I’m just not sure.”
“I think if he fucks you, and then nails your ass later, then it’s two,” Erin interjected.
“But technically, it’s the same guy,” Chloe fired back. “One cock, total!”
“But he fucked you twice! That should count as two.”
“Well, technically, he’s fucked me a dozen times,” Chloe pointed out. “But the count never rises. THEY don’t count follow-ups, so therefore we shouldn’t either.”
“Why the fuck are we arguing about this?” Jennifer asked as she ran a hairbrush through her long, luscious red hair, working the bristles through some of the tangles and knots and trying to tame her mane into some semblance of order. The teen rolled the mints around in her mouth, the tablets making tiny clicks against her teeth, and fixed both pre-teens with a critical gaze. “Does it really matter how many times you take a cock in a day, a week, an entire fucking year?”
“No, I guess not,” Erin replied with just a hint of a disappointed whine in her voice.
“Well, not really,” Chloe agreed. She pulled a compact out of her small purse and checked her reflection, happy that her hair was in place and she hoped she looked oh-so-cute with her light makeup and pigtails despite her skirt and top sodden stained with all manner of dried bodily fluids, only some of them hers – but hopefully irresistible to any guy who wanted to fuck her! Erin’s no problem, I’m way cuter than she is… but it’ll be hard with Jenny around, she thought sourly, although she was careful to keep her face neutral. She’s so hot, and her belly makes it OBVIOUS that she puts out! “It’s just that…” The little blonde trailed off, struggling to put her feelings into words.
“It’s just that you’re goin’ for a hundred cocks in a hundred days,” the redhead replied with a grin as she tugged the bristles through her hair. “”N it’s hard to keep an accurate count with repeat customers.”
“I thought you were trying to get knocked up,” Erin said absently. Chloe glanced at her BFF, and saw the girl was peering into her compact as well as she applied a thick, brassy red gloss to her already puffy lips. “I mean, that’s why you’re trying so hard to count, right?”
“Can’t I do both?” Chloe snapped her compact shut with a clack and dropped it back in her purse, gave her clothes one last adjustment, and then let her gaze slide between her two companions. “I mean, if I go for a hundred guys popping off in my cunny, then I’ll pretty much guarantee I’ll get preggo, right?”
“So obsessive,” Erin replied with a roll of her eyes as she dropped both gloss and compact in her purse.
“Everyone is,” Jennifer explained as she put her brush away and adjusted her maternity dress. “I mean, what’s your kink?” she pointedly asked the skinny Jewish girl.
Erin blushed as Chloe gave a tiny giggle. “She loves it in the ass,” the ten-year-old remarked, her voice filled with humor. “And getting slapped around,” she added wickedly.
“Ah,” Jennifer replied in a knowing voice. “Dumpster girl. We ready to go in?”
“Yeah,” Erin replied. As the trio pushed open the heavy glass door and entered the ice-cold, air-conditioned mall, the skinny blonde glanced at the redhead, a quizzical look in her eyes. “What’s a dumpster girl?”
“It’s a girl who loves being treated like crap,” the teen explained. “She doesn’t care who does what to her, as long as she gets fucked. Y’know,” she added as they paused for a second just inside the doors, “she likes a guy to use her, ‘n then just toss her in the dumpster like the trash she is. Dumpster girl.”
Erin thought for a moment and then gave a quick nod, a satisfied look on her face. “That sounds right. I guess I am a dumpster girl!”
Chloe gave a little giggle as she hugged her friend, a happy feeling coursing through her soul. “That’s right! ‘N I’m a total slut!”
“So what does that make Jenny?”
The redhead looked a little smug as she flipped her hair over one shoulder and stroked her belly. “Mom all the boys like to fuck,” she simply replied. “Y’know… a MATBLF.”
As the trio collapsed into giggles Chloe felt it… a sensation of being watched, almost as though a pair of eyes were staring at her. She glanced over Jennifer’s shoulder thought the glass doors but didn’t see anyone, and then turned her attention to the food court. The vast, cavernous space was only sparsely populated given the time, but there were still several dozen people scattered in small clusters around the square tables covering the open expanse. Four soccer moms with their strollers sat in a group next to Pizza-Go-Go, a mob of teenage boys loitered near the small hallway leading back to the restrooms, and a lone teenage girl with braces and a nametag had her nose buried in a thick book as she groped blindly for the half-eaten plate of fries off to one side. Couples, singles, small groups, nobody really seemed to be paying attention to the girls – until her eyes fell upon the pair.
That’s weird, the ten-year-old thought as a frown creased her face – if there were ever two people she would have never actually thought would sit and talk, it was them. They sat in the middle of the food court at one of the small, square tables like a tiny island in a sea of empty chairs, mismatched and complete opposites and staring, staring at the three girls at the entrance. The woman didn’t really have anything that jumped out at her… she seemed normal, completely and totally forgettable, a young college co-ed with average brown hair and dressed in jeans and a grey sweatshirt. The guy, on the other hand, had an air of decay and rot about him… he was filthy, with scraggly hair of a color that she just couldn’t quite figure out, dressed in torn and filthy clothes, and the pre-teen could almost swear that she saw waves of stink radiating off of his unwashed form. The two of them just sat there, almost as if in mid-conversation, peering intently at the girls. Is that… “Jen,” she said in a tiny, almost uncertain voice, “that guy over there…”
“Yeah?” Jennifer took half a step forward and peered over Chloe’s head, pressing her swollen boobs into the little girl’s shoulders as she looked. “What about him?”
“Didn’t…” She wasn’t sure, couldn’t be sure, but there was an image in her head, almost as if it were from a dream. She was sitting in a car, in the passenger seat… Jennifer was walking into an alley… “Did you do him?”
“Hmm?” Jennifer was quiet for a second, and then blushed lightly and looked away shyly. “Uhm… Yeah, a bunch of times. Like, every day.”
“Whoa!” Erin’s blurt of astonishment almost startled Chloe in both its intensity and nearness. “He’s, like, totally filthy!” The little girl glanced over at her BFF, and noticed a hard, almost calculating look in the girl’s eyes. “Is he like a bum or something?”
“Or something,” Jennifer replied.
“He… might be the guy who knocked her up,” Chloe said softly. The words felt right, the knowledge felt right. How do I know this? “I… Jenny let me watch, once,” she finally said, settling on the only explanation that made sense. Does it make sense? It must. She must have let me watch her, once. Still, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something – some little thing – wasn’t quite right…
“Hey, space cadet,” Jennifer said, giving the ten-year-old’s left pigtail a little tug. “Whatchya think about so hard?”
The pre-teen stared at the redhead for a moment, and then shook her head. “Nothing, it’s nothing,” she replied. “I thought something wasn’t right, but I was wrong.” Of course she let me watch, Chloe told herself angrily as memories came flooding back, of a filthy mattress in a filthy alley, and a filthy man on top of Jennifer’s pale, flawless, pristine flesh. “I guess I’m just being stupid,” she added with a little laugh as everything fell into place.
“Well, the boys like ‘em slutty and dumb,” the teen remarked with a laugh. “So you’re gonna be real popular!”
“She already is,” Erin interjected, her words containing a tiny little hint of adoration. “Did I tell you she popped my cherry? When we were at camp, ‘n somebody drugged me?”
“Yes,” Jennifer replied in a long suffering voice, while the object of her worship merely blushed and rolled her eyes as she gave her own pigtails tiny little tugs of embarrassment. “Like, a kajillion times already,” the redhead added.
“So, where’s this store?” Chloe gave the pair at the table one more glance, noted that they were still staring at the girls, and tried to dismiss their gazes. Probably hot for Jenny, like everyone. “I wanna see where you shop!”
“This way.”
Jennifer led the pair deeper into the food court, hanging to the left as she went and moving with slow yet steady purpose. The ten-year-old was aware that the pair in the center watched the trio move, but to her surprise it was Erin who attracted the most attention. As they came abreast of the gang of teens across from the side hallway one of them stirred and took a half-step out into the hall. “Hey,” he said simply.
Chloe was going to reply, but Erin quickly jumped in front of her. “Hey,” she replied, half-slouching and half-thrusting her flat chest forward as she batted her eyelashes at the teenager.
The boy was forgettable, merely a few years older than Jennifer and so much taller than the trio, just like his snickering friends – absolutely nothing about him, about them, jumped out at the ten-year-old – but she could almost see the waves of barely-restrained lust radiating off of them, all focused on the girls. The tiny blonde hid a small smile as she watched the boy’s gaze slide up and down her friend’s body, taking in her slutty outfit and the way the little girl was playing with the hem of her tee, tugging it up slightly to show off her flat, concave tummy. “So,” he sneered as he stared at the girl’s tiny, stiff nipples, “are you really a Jewish whore?”
“Uh-huh!” Erin nodded so violently that Chloe was afraid that her friend’s head would fall off. “I’ll do anyone and anything!” she added, making sure the boy noticed her gaze flicking from him to his friends as she tugged her skirt up a half-inch to expose even more of her pale, painfully-thin legs.
Chloe rolled her eyes and half-turned to look at Jennifer, who was no help whatsoever. The redhead was biting her lip to keep from laughing at Erin’s clumsy attempts at seduction, and the ten-year-old could feel her own laughter starting to well up inside. Don’t laugh don’t laugh don’t laugh… “Why don’t we hook up later?” she suggested to her BFF out of the corner of her mouth as she gave the skinny blonde a little poke in the shoulder, not trusting herself enough to actually look at Erin.
“Yeah, you go have fun.” Jennifer lightly grasped Chloe’s upper arm and steered her away from the skinny girl, slowly moving away as half a dozen of the boy’s friends pushed off their seats and started to ooze their way over towards Erin. “We’ll see you.”
Chloe half-stumbled and flicked her attention to the floor in front of her to regain her footing, and when she glanced back over her shoulder she saw the boys leading Erin back towards the food court restrooms. “God,” she half-whispered, half-giggled to the redhead, “that was horrible!”
“She’s young,” Jennifer shot back with a gleam in her eye. “She’ll get better. And you’re one to judge!”
“Hey! I’m not that bad!”
“Uh huh.” The teens flat response made it clear that she didn’t believe Chloe’s denials, but rather than continue she let the matter drop. “So, you wanna dress like me?” she asked.
“Uh huh!” Chloe nodded so frantically that for an instant she thought her head would fall off, so she quickly stuffed her excitement down inside and tried to adopt the blasé attitude of her idol. “I mean, yeah, sure, whatever,” she added with a dismissive wave.
Jennifer laughed and linked her arm with Chloe’s. “Bored dismissal, that’s the spirit,” she commented with a smile. “We’ll turn you into a total slut yet!”
The pair left the food court and turned down the main hall of the mall, a wide, open, airy expanse that was surprisingly empty considering that school was out for the day. Large square tiles seemed to make vague esoteric patterns on the floor, and the sunlight beaming from the skylights brought out tiny little sparkles that caught Chloe’s eye every so often as they flashed for a split-second before vanishing as soon as she turned her head. The stores presented a haphazard assortment, ranging from clothing to beauty products to sporting goods to toys (which, because of Jennifer’s presence and her desire to impress the thirteen-year-old, the pre-teen very carefully pretended to avoid looking at – even as she cast a furtive glance or two at the displays in the window), each brightly lit and offering a wealth of products for purchase. Jennifer passed them all by, heading deeper into the complex as she kept up a stream of light and inconsequential conversation with her younger companion, until they reached a spot in the center. “Here’s where I get most of my clothes,” the redhead finally said as she trundled to a stop before a particular shop.
The pigtailed blonde stared at the sign above the gaping door, taking in the gentle pink and purple pastels of the lettering. “Popinjays,” she murmured softly, rolling the name on her tongue and finding to her surprise that it just seemed to fit. Her attention fell down to the two large displays on either side of the entrance, a pair of twinned alcoves containing tiny, faceless mannequins of little girls ranging in sizes from about her own on down to what looked like toddlers, each clad in incredibly cute dresses, blouses, and skirts. Lettering on one of the windows claimed that the store was the spot for adorable clothing for girls up to age twelve, while the other bragged of their pre-summer sale. As her gaze took in the adorable outfits she realized with a start of just how bad the filthy miniskirt and stained half-peasant blouse combination she wore actually was, and a tiny blush of embarrassment started to creep up her neck. “Wow, those things are gorgeous!” she said softly.
“Aren’t they though?” Jennifer glanced at the ten-year-old, smiled sympathetically, and gave Chloe a tiny pat on her bare shoulder. “It’s okay, I understand,” she remarked. “I was the exact same way when I was your age – dress as slutty as possible, make sure all the boys know that I like to fuck, and forget to get changed out of my spunk-soaked shit before going out again. ‘N that’s okay,” she continued as she relinked her arm with the little girl and steered her into the store. “It just takes a little practice to know how to dress cute while still letting people know that you love cock. You’ll get it.”
“I don’t know…” Chloe’s tone was dubious as the pair moved through the racks of dresses, skirts, and tops, each frilly and girly and oh-so-pretty, feeling a desire to run her hands over the soft fabrics but afraid that she’d ruin the things just by touching them. “And they’re so expensive!” she added sotto-voiced, astonished at the numbers she saw on a few price tags.
“Don’t worry about the cost,” the redhead replied with a half-smirk. “Girls like us have other ways of paying for what we want.”
After less than a minute the pair ended up in the back corner of the store where, tucked away in a tiny alcove, was a discrete section of specialized clothes – and Chloe felt her heart skip a beat as her wide eyes took in the display pictures high up on the walls of girls like her, tiny pre-teens with spindly arms and legs and wide, beaming smiles as they posed with their grossly swollen, obviously pregnant bellies. “This is…” she murmured in astonishment as she stared at a photo of an sultry, adorable Asian girl probably no more than six years old who looked as though she were smuggling a beach ball under her tiny maternity dress. “This is for…”
“Yeah,” Jennifer replied with amusement as she watched the tiny blonde’s reaction. “I’m pretty lucky, I’m small enough so that I still can shop here,” she explained with a tiny little laugh. “Granted, I gotta get the largest sizes they have, but I can still pull it off.”
“It’s all so cute!” I’m gonna be wearing this stuff someday, Chloe thought. She picked up a tiny dress that looked as if it would fit her, a horizontal striped pink and red and yellow pastel maxi dress with spaghetti straps and extra material in the front to accommodate a pregnant belly. “This stuff is beautiful!” she added as she turned her attention to the lingerie rack and ran her hand down a sheer, see-through pink teddy that had a single tie up near the throat.
“I know!” Jennifer sorted through a rack for a few seconds and then came away with a tiny-looking chocolate tank top and pleated plaid miniskirt. “What do you think?” she asked as she held the outfit up to her front.
Chloe peered critically at the outfit, worrying her upper lip with her teeth as she furrowed her brow. “I don’t like the color, but it’s cute,” she finally decided. “But I think the top’s too short ‘n your tummy will still stick out,” she added.
The teen grinned a wicked grin. “That’s the plan!” she replied. “But you’re probably right about the color.” She returned the outfit to the rack and continued digging, her fingers quickly flicking through the hangers with an expert touch. “Y’know, if you’re serious about getting knocked up, you’ll probably want to start thinking about getting stuff like this,” she suggested.
Chloe hissed in shock as she yanked her hand away from a tiny maternity top that was obviously made for a girl much younger than she – and was almost one hundred dollars. “Fuck, this stuff is more expensive than the regular clothes!” she remarked, her voice half-whine of frustration and half-moan of despair. “I can’t afford any of this stuff! I’d have to…” The pre-teen fell silent as she did the math in her head. “I’d have to turn, like, five hundred tricks a day to get enough cash to even buy a skirt! And that’s only if the guys actually pay me ‘stead of just fucking me!”
“That’s okay,” the redhead said again in a soothing tone. “They take stuff other than money here. Trust me, you’ll be fine!”
Chloe looked doubtful at her idol’s reassuring words, but rather than push it she let the matter drop. For the next fifteen minutes the pair continued digging through the racks of the maternity section, pulling out cute little tops and wide-waisted skirts and blousy, frilly maternity dresses for the teenager, until her arms were filled with almost a dozen new outfits. Jennifer grabbed a tiny shopping basket to hold her treasures, and then peered critically at the pre-teen before her. “Okay, now it’s time for you,” she decided as she took the little girl’s hand and led her out into the general section of the store. “You’ve got great hair ‘n great skin, so finding stuff for you won’t be hard – you can wear just about anything! What kind of message do you want to send?”
“Message?”
“What do you want your clothes to say about you? I mean, look at me…” The teenager gave a tiny little twirl, showing off the simple, flowing maternity dress as she waved her hands vaguely down her body. “I’m trying to tell everyone that I’m a little teenage princess who loves pretty clothes and who likes to pretend to be all pure ‘n innocent ‘n shit like that. But,” she added as she lay a hand gently on her bulging belly, “the stuff I wear also kinda hints that I’ve been nasty, ‘n that I wasn’t as careful as I should have been, and now I’m in trouble.”
“I… you say all that, just from the clothes that you wear?” So confusing…
“Yup.”
Chloe thought hard as she stared at the redhead, trying to understand what the girl was saying. “But…” She took a quick look around, leaned in, and pitched her voice lower. “But I thought that you wanted to get knocked up, ‘n that you were fucking any boy who wanted to stick it in you!” she whispered.
Jennifer smiled. “I did, and I was,” she whispered back. “I was so happy when I got pregnant, ‘n the fact that I don’t know who the father is makes it even hotter! But,” she added, “all the boys are still coming on to me, ‘cause the clothes I wear make it seem like I’m not as big a slut as I am.”
“Wait…” Chloe was even more confused now, and she absentmindedly picked up a tiny little frilly tank top as she tried to reason things through in her head. “I thought we want all the boys to think we’re sluts! Isn’t that why they like us?”
“Well… It’s complicated.” Jennifer crossed her arms under her swollen teenage breasts and leaned against a table covered with sweaters, accidentally nudging the 50% off Summer’s Coming Sale!!! sign with her hip as she settled in. “Boys like sluts, but they don’t like a girl who acts like too big a slut.” At the little girl’s confused look she sighed and tried something different. “Look at it like this… You’ve done what, like, thirty different guys so far?”
“Thirty-one.” For some reason Chloe thought it was important to get the number right. “But a whole bunch of them were when I was stoned or something, and I got gangbanged, so I don’t know who they all are.”
“Who cares who they are, as long as you get laid, right?” Jennifer smiled and gave a dismissive wave of her hand. “Okay, you’ve done thirty-one guys. That’s a good start. But it’s gonna get a lot harder to get new guys the more you do. The more guys you fuck, the fewer guys are going to come on to you because they think that you’re way too experienced for them. So even though you might be doin’ a thousand guys a day, you can’t remind them that you’re doin’ a thousand guys. Y’see?”
“I… think so.” Chloe traced her fingers along a tiny little dress, a creamy cotton number with pale, almost invisible green and blue pastel flowers running along the sides and around the edges. “Guys want a slut who puts out, but they don’t want a slut who’s too slutty, so even if I am a slut and I put out I can’t let them know I’m that big of a slut. Right?”
“Well… Close enough.”
The little girl shook her head in confusion. “Boys are weird,” she remarked.
The teen laughed as she pushed off the table with a soft grunt of effort. “That they are,” she replied. “But they’re attached to the cocks we all love, so we gotta put up with their shit. So, what slutty-not-a-slut-please-make-me-into-a-slut message do you want your clothes to say?”
Chloe thought about it, though about the times in which she was the hottest, thought about the times when the boys liked her enough to do nasty things to her pre-teen body… and made a decision. “I wanna tell them that I’m a good girl,” she replied. “But that I’m curious, about stuff, and I want to maybe do stuff with them. Or,” she added, growing a bit excited at the game, “maybe that I have no idea, but that I would love to do all sorts of stuff, ‘n all they have to do is make me do it!”
“Now that,” Jennifer noted with a quick smile, “sounds good. Okay, innocent-virgin-slut-rape-bait outfits…”
The pair sorted through racks, picking dresses and skirts and blouses in the ten-year-old’s size, and within a few minutes they had gathered a load of clothing that was even larger than the teen’s. “Jen,” Chloe whispered as the duo made their way through the store to the checkout counter, “there’s, like, over a thousand dollars worth of stuff here! Are you sure…”
“Trust me,” the redhead replied. She took the lead, moving straight to the cash register and placing her basket on the hard Formica surface. Behind the counter stood the manager, a tall, muscular man who seemed to tower over both girls. The crisp white dress shirt seemed to make his ebony skin pop, and while he had shaved his head Chloe thought that he had something of a severe, manly handsomeness about him. “Hey, Rog,” Jennifer said by way of greeting as she placed her forearms on the counter and smiled up at him.
“Hey, Jenny,” the guy replied with a smile. His grin grew a bit wider, a bit more leering, as he scanned the pregnant thirteen-year-old up and down as the redhead preened and struck a pose that emphasized her pregnant belly. “Lookin’ good,” he commented. “How soon before you pop?”
“I dunno. Maybe a few weeks. Chloe, this is Roger, the manager here,” she continued, standing up to make the introductions. “Rog, this is Chloe, a friend of mine.”
“Nice to meet you,” Chloe said softly. He’s a fucking giant!!! she thought asshe peered up at him with wide, innocent blue eyes. I wonder if he ‘n Jenny… Wait, of course they have, she told herself sternly. She’s done this before. “You have a lot of great stuff in here,” she added, trying to look as innocent as possible despite her rather slutty outfit.
“Thanks! We aim to please.” Roger’s eyes narrowed for half a second as he looked up and down the ten-year-old, and Chloe blushed slightly as she felt so out of place and cheap – but he didn’t say a word, but instead flicked his eyes to the basket of clothing that the pre-teen clutched in her hands. “Lots of stuff there,” he remarked in a dubious tone. “It’ll cost you. Can you afford all that?”
“I know it’s a lot,” Jennifer interjected. “But she needs the upgrade, so that’s why I brought her here. I know you don’t mind making… special, arrangements.” The teen glanced over her shoulder at Chloe for a second, and then leaned in and pitched her voice down to a whisper. “She’s really nasty!” she added.
Roger eyed the ten-year-old critically, and Chloe blushed slightly as he seemed to evaluate her, rate her, stand in judgment of her. “Maybe,” he finally replied. “How old is she?”
“I’m ten,” Chloe blurted out. Geez, he must think I’m retarded or something… “But I’m already doin’ boys ‘n stuff!”
“Ten,” Roger whispered in an almost reverential tone. He stepped behind the counter and Chloe noticed a growing bulge in his slacks, and she almost instinctively grasped the hem of her miniskirt and pulled it up a couple of inches to show him her hairless mound. At the sight of the pre-teen flashing in public he smiled and leaned a bit closer to her. “Your mother got you on the pill yet?”
“Nuh-uh. I don’t care about that!” Despite herself she shivered in pleasure as she felt a warm, dull heat start to roil deep in her belly. “I think getting pregnant would be hot!” she added.
He stood silently, his eyes never leaving hers as he thought… and then with a single, smooth motion he raised his hand, waving slightly to catch the attention of a teenage salesgirl with rings in her lower lip and pink hair that Chloe hadn’t noticed before. “Watch the store,” he ordered, and the girl smirked at Chloe as she moved behind the register.
Roger took the ten-year-old’s hand and led her into the back of the store, down a tiny little dark hallway to a door that sported a sign reading Employees Only. “Is this the office?” the pre-teen asked, already feeling her slit start to moisten at the thought of the fucking to come.
“Yeah.” Roger opened the door to reveal… a disaster area. The office was tiny, little more than a closet that could fit two people if they were very friendly, with a desk taking up well over half the space and two rather shabby office chairs. Piles of paper covered the desk, hiding the wooden surface from any prying eyes, while numerous other sheets of paper displaying charts and graphs and columns of numbers were tacked to the walls. Without another word Roger stepped in, ducking his head slightly as he moved through the door frame, and took a seat in the chair in front of the desk. “Ready to earn your selections?” he smirked, and the ten-year-old noticed that the front of his slacks was tented up, proof positive that he found her desirable.
Behind her, Jennifer smiled and gave Chloe a tiny little push between her shoulder blades. “Go ahead, Clo,” she advised. “Show him what you can do.”
The ten year old felt her heart pound in her chest as she turned her attention back to Roger. “Of course!” she agreed, her voice filled with eager anticipation. Under his leering gaze her hands fluttered up to her chest and she tugged at the ends of the tiny little ties, loosening her half-blouse and while she gave a little shimmy to her hips. Grasping the gauzy fabric, she pulled it up and over her head, holding the no-longer-needed garment off to the side and letting it flutter down to the floor. Her skirt was next, and she quickly unbuttoned the two snaps keeping the plaid fabric around her waist before letting it simply drop down her legs and taking a half-step forward. Nude except for her sneakers and footie socks, she rolled her hips a little bit as she slid forward, moving closer to the giant. Her pulse hummed in her ears as she sank to her knew between his splayed thighs, her gaze locked on the thick bulge in the front of his slacks. “I hope that I do a good job, sir,” she said in a whispery, little-girl voice as she fumbled with his belt buckle and slowly tugged his zipper down. The fly of his pants fell to the side as she smiled up at him… and then she reared back in shock! Roger’s cock sprang free, standing tall and proud, easily over a foot in length and far thicker than any she had ever seen before. “Holy fuck!” she blurted, her eyes wide as she stared.
Roger simply smiled proudly while behind her Jennifer barked a sharp laugh. “I love it when they do that!” she exclaimed in a humor-filled voice. Chloe glanced behind her to see redhead leaning against frame of the door, her maternity dress bunched up around her waist as two fingers worked the cleft between her thighs. “Don’t worry,” the redhead said, her words tinged with good-natured humor as she tried to smile reassuringly. “I did the same thing when it first leapt out at me.”
“That’s way too big,” Chloe remarked. “It’s bigger than my arm!” Even as a small animal part of her brain gibbered in fear she still wrapped both hands around the shaft, feeling the hot weight in her palms as she slowly stroked up and down. “There’s no way this thing’ll fit inside of me!” she declared forcefully over her shoulder.
“Oh, it’ll fit,” Roger interjected ominously, his voice rough and just a little bit dark. “I’ll make sure it fits.”
“Don’t worry, she can take it,” Jennifer replied. Chloe heard her grunt, and then the redhead added, “Probably.”
Despite the panicked fear roiling around in her mind, Chloe realized that she was getting aroused, feeling her tiny pre-teen slit start slicking in anticipation of the challenge before her. I’ll show them! the defiant part of her declared, and she tamped her uncertainly down and forced herself to move. The ten-year-old leaned forward, pursed her lips, and spat on Roger’s cock, a thick glob of spittle smacking the bulbous cockhead squarely. Her lips followed right after, gracing Roger’s prick with a tiny kiss before running her tongue around its circumference to spread out the self-made lube. He tasted manly, incredibly manly and virile and masculine, and she hide a tiny shudder of pleasure as she let his scent fill her nostrils. She spat again, and then again, and then swirled her tongue and suckled tip. Get it wet enough… she reminded herself as she dropped one hand down between her thighs and stroked her throbbing, stiffening clit.
“I think that’s enough of that,” Roger growled. Moving surprisingly fast for someone his size, he reached forth and grabbed Chloe’s pigtails, using her hair as a handle to gently lever the pre-teen up off the floor. Chloe was only too happy to let him drag her up – her entire world seemed to have shrank to the massive tool filling her vision and her own burning, insistent lust. “Time for you to start paying,” he added.
“Yes sir.” The tiny blonde swallowed nervously as she straddled his thighs, working herself forward on the tips of her toes until she was right in front of his jutting rod. The thing was even bigger that close… it might have been her imagination, but she could have sworn that the tip of the thing reached all the way up her flat belly to the bottom of her ribcage! But her desire was too great, her need to be filled too great to ignore, and she felt her fear wash away as she slowly, carefully placed her knees on the edge of the chair. Raising herself up a bit, she grasped Roger’s cock with one hand while balancing herself on his shoulder with the other, determined that she was going to prove both he and Jennifer wrong. A faint rustle of clothing sounded behind her, and she paused for a second to glance over her shoulder to see a very pregnant redhead, nude and flushed, staring at her as she prepared to accept Roger’s gift. Holy shit, an astonished part of her brain remarked, I’M gonna look like that soon! And deep inside her soul, another part of her added I hope…
A sharp pain in her cunny tore her attention back to the present, and she whipped her head forward to see him grinning cruelly at her, one large hand on her shoulder and applying steady pressure as he began to force her trembling hips down
She was sticky, and every part of her pre-teen form hurt.
Chloe moaned softly as she slowly swam back into consciousness, feeling every ache in her body as she became aware. Everything hurt – from her shoulders that felt as though they had been wrenched out of place, to the sharp stabbing pains in her back, to the burning scratches on her thighs, every tiny little thing combined to become a symphony of abject misery. The little girl could feel a slimy wetness on her skin, feel it oozing down her flesh like syrup, adding a level of maddening itchiness to her discomfort. She moaned again and tried to scratch, tried to wipe away some of the ick from her body…
She couldn’t move her arms.
Slowly she raised her head. It was hard, so very hard, it felt like she was trying to lift a concrete block with her neck, but she pushed herself and raised her face, cracking her eyes to try to see what was happening. Wha… Where am I? Everything was blurry, fuzzy, and the little girl couldn’t tell where she was. She tried to move her arms again, but they were still stuck. She felt something around her wrists, something hard yet gummy, and she tried to ignore the pain in her shoulders as she tugged a little harder.
How did I get here? What’s happening? It was all so confusing… She was at the mall, with Jennifer, in the office with Roger… But she wasn’t. Slowly her eyesight started to clear, letting her know that she wasn’t at the mall but in some dim, dark, damp place. The air was hot and steamy, and she could feel tiny little rivulets of sweat running down her ribcage and beading on her forehead as she struggled a bit harder. She blinked, and blinked again, and slowly her vision began to clear. She looked off to her right and saw her arm fully extended, her entire hand and wrist gummed to a strange, almost shiny wall by a huge glob of gummy stuff. She wriggled her fingers and saw them move, but when she tugged again the glob didn’t budge. A glance to the left told her that her other wrist was just as restrained, and she felt a panic rising inside of her as she gave another hard tug.
There was a loud hiss of steam and she felt the temperature ratchet up another couple of degrees, and moaned as her sweating increased. I’m trapped, I can’t move! “Hello?” she called out and was surprised by the croaking, rough sound of her own voice. A sharp skittering noise, of something hard click-tapping on something else hard, floated through the air as the hiss of steam began to slack, and she tugged again, and kicked, and tried to move her body. “Hello!!!” she croaked again as she struggled, but she was held tight, plastered to the wall by…
A dull whimper caught her attention and she turned her head to see…
“No!” Across the hall was Harper, the young brunette affixed to what looked like a shiny, almost natural wall by huge black gobs of stuff. The little girl was nude and totally out of it, her head lolling to one side and her mouth gaping open, a thin string of drool dribbling from her slack lips. But Chloe could only see the bug, a massive thing the size of the ten-year-old’s body, pressing up against Harper’s torso. It’s shell was shiny black, and as the helpless blonde watched the thing chattered and fluttered it’s red-edged wings. From the bottom of the insect a large, translucent tube extended down, curved and moved back up to…
OhmyGOD it’s inside of her!!! Chloe screamed as the bug seemed to shiver and a large, round egg that seemed to almost glow emerged from the bug and moved down, the tube undulating as it moved the sphere along. Down it went, sliding further, and then back up, and Harper moaned as the egg paused at the cleft between her thighs and the tube pushed and the brunette sobbed in unconscious pain and trembled as the bug’s egg was forced inside of her body…
“Harper!” Chloe shrieked at the top of her lungs as she yanked at the gobs of stuff holding her fast to the wall, wrenching her body back and forth so hard that she felt a sharp tearing pain in her shoulder as something inside of her ripped, but it was useless, she couldn’t move, and the click-tapping grew louder and another giant bug skittered into her sight and moved closer and she screamed in terror, pure, unadulterated terror as she could do nothing as the bug skittered straight for her and began to climb her body, the hooks at the tips of its legs biting deep into her tender flesh and her head swam as she could feel the dull pointed tip of the thing’s tube slid up her thigh and press against her slit and there was a blinding pain as it forced its way inside her pussy and the ten-year-old couldn’t do ANYTHING but suffer as the other bug fell away from Harper and the little girl could see her friend’s no-longer-flat belly bulge with dozens of fist-sized bulges oh my GOD they’re EGGS!!! in her belly but then she felt the bite of something in the side of her neck and stabbing pains in her ribs as the thing secured itself to her and she looked past the insect’s body and could just barely see the baseball-sized glowing egg squeeze from the bottom of the bug andpushintothetubeasthesomethinginhercunnystretchedheropenandshescreamedasclickinginhermind
“Ow!” Chloe sobbed as she felt the tip of Roger’s cock push into her tiny little slit, her cunny stretching painfully as it tried to accommodate something far too large for her pre-teen body. “Ow, too big, you’re too big!!!” Her pleas fell on deaf ears, and Roger ignored her as he pressed his hand down a little firmer and forced more of her onto his massive tool. The ten-year-old hissed in pain, gritting her teeth and screwing her eyes shut as she rolled her hips slightly, trying to prevent the man from tearing her apart. The pressure at the entrance to her pussy grew harder and harder, and she thought that she would die, but then suddenly her slit stretched even wider and she slid down four inches, whimpering as she felt him fill her up more than she had ever been filled before. “D… don’t move,” she sobbed as she felt her tears roll down her cheeks. “Wait… just… wait a second…” He’s in me oh my GOD this feels so GOOD it hurts… She felt hot and sweaty, sticky beads of sweat dripping down from her forehead to mingle with the pain-fueled tears on her cheeks, as she focused in on her pussy and his cock and the pain and the pleasure and tried to get herself back under control. “I’ll do it, please, just give me a second,” she managed to gasp.
“Well,” Roger growled, his voice thick with his lust, “she took most of it.”
Wait, wasn’t there… She wasn’t sure what she was going to think, wasn’t sure what had dragged her attention away from the delicious, throbbing slab of boy-meat tearing open her insides, but it was gone in an instant likes wisps of smoke in a breeze. Chloe felt the presence of the teenager behind her, but before she could react she felt the stinging slap of Jennifer’s swatting palm smack across on flat, firm asscheek. “Quit stalling ‘n fuck him!” the redhead ordered. The pregnant girl’s other hand stroked the back of her neck, almost massaging her tension away as the pre-teen tried to come to terms with the mind-blowing size of the cock lodged inside of her. “I know you can do it,” Jennifer added softly.
Chloe hissed in discomfort as she rolled her hips, feeling the massive tool stretch out her insides even more. She screwed up her courage and raised herself up a bit, moaning deeply and feeling her entire body burn as the tool scraped along the walls of her cunny until she paused with only the golfball-sized cockhead lodged inside her screaming pussy lips, and then let herself drop down again. “Isn’t… working…” she gasp/hissed. She had taken all that she could, had felt the tip of Roger’s manhood smack against her sensitive cervix as a signal that he had filled her up completely, but he was just too well endowed – only about two thirds of his cock was inside her, and she could feel another handful of inches under her palm between them. “Can’t… take any… more!” She rose up again and let herself drop, a cry of agonized ecstasy being torn from her gaping lips as she felt the tip slam into her cervix once again. Distantly she felt Jennifer stroke her ass for a moment before the teen delivered another stinging slap, the sharp CRACK! of flesh-on-flesh filling her ears, and the burning in her backside helped her to keep going. She rose and fell again, and again, beginning a steady, bouncing rhythm, each drag of cock against her slick inner walls forcing a sobbing gasp of pain from between her lips.
“Damn,” Roger muttered to Jennifer as Chloe squirmed on his lap. “Your little friend is tight!” She felt a tug at her pigtails and the little girl opened her teary eyes to see his face right before hers, and almost moving on pure instinct she pressed her lips against his, kissing him deeply as she whined and moaned and whimpered and tried to work her painfully-stretched pre-teen pussy around his massive tool. She felt him shift and then suddenly he was standing, supporting her ass with one large hand as he leaned forward, laying her across the form-covered desk, his lips never leaving hers as he laid her out before him. He broke the kiss as he stood back up, placed a firm hand squarely on the top of her ribcage, and pinned her to the desk. Chloe was almost ready to ask what he was doing when he pressed his hips forward and she moan/whimpered in pain-fueled pleasure as he slid completely inside of her, stretching her open so far that she was afraid that she would tear completely open, and she accidentally banged her heels against the edge of the desk as she kicked reflexively. She sobbed as he pulled back, terrified that he would yank all of her guts out of her body, and then sob/screamed in discomfort as he rammed home again.
“Yeah,” she distantly heard Jennifer reply. She could feel the teen sliding her palm across her sweat-slicked flesh, up over her hip and across the cock-bulge in her belly up to her chest, where she took a firm grasp of on tiny, rock-hard nipple and twisted. “She hasn’t had too much cock,” the pregnant girl added as Chloe hissed in agony. “But don’t worry, you’ll loosen her up,” she added as she switched her attention to the pre-teen’s other nipple.
Chloe opened her eyes and saw Jennifer’s beautiful, loving face through her tears, and she raised her face to the teenager’s. The redhead instantly fastened her lips to Chloe’s, the thirteen-year-old’s tongue stabbing into the pre-teen’s mouth in a deep, passion-filled kiss. The ten-year-old could only gasp hot, breathy sobs of pain into Jennifer’s mouth as Roger began to thrust more forcefully, each pounding pump tearing into her, and a part of her was convinced that his cock was going to split her insides, tear her completely in half – while at the same time the sheer primalness of it all, the knowledge that this giant of a man was forcing his massive tool into her regardless of her wishes made her even hotter, and she felt the growing crest of her arousal roiling higher and higher, her world shrinking further and further until it was the cock impaling her and the twisting fingers on her nubbins and the taste of Jennifer’s minty breath filling her lungs…
… and then she toppled over the edge, her entire body stiffening to stone as the truly titanic orgasm crashing over her existence in a devastating tsunami. She could do nothing to save herself as she was washed away, her conscious mind replaced with her undulating fuck-channel and the fiery heat raging through her very soul and deep inside she could feel her cervix iris open in welcome, inviting the wonderful flood to cleanse her from the inside. Distantly she heard Roger growl thickly and her primal being whimpered in pleasure at the hot, gushing wash of his sperm being injected squarely inside of her. Perfect… The word was the only thing she knew, could know, the only thing that she registered beyond the sparking flashes in her vision and the victorious chimes ringing in her ears…
She felt herself collapse as the tidal wave receded, feeling her sweaty little-girl body slump lifelessly to the desk, and it was all she could do to gasp for air as she felt the tremoring aftershocks of her orgasm flashing and sparking from deep in her belly. Her eyes fluttered open as a wet slurping sound filled her ears, and she turned her head to see Jennifer on her knees before Roger, her long, luscious red hair tossed over her shoulders as her head bobbed forwards and back, forwards and back, the thick shaft of his cock gleaming with Chloe-juices as the teenager greedily sucked the remaining droplets of cum out of his balls. At the same time her arm curled around the swollen bulge of her pregnant belly, her fingertips between her legs as she pleasured herself, her teeny-tiny teenage breasts jiggling slightly in their swollen, life-giving state. It was a perfect sight, a gloriously depraved and beautiful sight, and the ten-year-old shivered as she pressed her thighs together and watched the end of their session with barely comprehending eyes. I’m so gonna be her… she thought idly as she rolled onto her side, feeling Roger’s thick, heavy load slosh in her womb.
It ended all too quickly – as the well-fucked ten-year-old and the heavily-pregnant teenager shrugged back into their clothes, Roger buttoned his slacks and rebuckled his belt, letting his softening cock dangle enticingly before the blonde girl’s hungry eyes. She ached, but she wanted more – she wanted to fuck him again, wanted to feel him split her open and gush his stuff inside of her again, again and forever! But it was apparent that he was done as he turned his attention from the simpering Chloe and back to the grunting Jennifer. “You get your stuff,” he informed redhead as she worked a new maternity dress down over her flushed form, “and you’ve paid off your tab. But this one,” he added as he waved vaguely in Chloe’s direction, “still has a lot more to work off.”
“She’s up for it,” Jennifer replied reassuringly. Idly she ran her fingers up the side of Chloe’s neck, and the soft tickling sensation caused the tiny fourth grader to shiver with pleasure. “She’ll take that monster of yours every day until she’s paid off what she owes.” The pregnant girl laughed an ironic laugh as she gave one pigtail a playful little tug. “Or until you split her open, whichever.”
“Well, how about it?” Roger asked the ten-year-old invitingly. “Same time tomorrow!”
“Yes!” Chloe exclaimed, feeling her heart leap in her chest. “Yes, I’ll be back, I’ll be here every day, just please fuck me with that cock of yours,” she begged. She dropped to her knees, heedless of the drippy mess staining the carpet beneath her, and planted a series of loving kisses along the length of Rogers cock. Wickedly she parted her lips and flicked her tongue out, tasting a bit of herself on his shaft and shuddering at the glorious flavors in the back of her throat.
“She’s certainly eager,” the manager laughed. He patted the little girl on the head and turned his attention back to Jennifer. “Okay, let’s get those security tags off ‘n you can go play dress-up.”
Minutes later, as she shuffled out of the store with the multiple bags containing her new wardrobe clutched tightly in her hands, Chloe could still feel a soreness in her cunny that seemed to radiate from between her legs up into her belly and down into her thighs. Her knees felt week, almost as if they were going to buckle at any second and send her down to the cold, hard tile beneath her feet, but she managed to stagger onward. Her entire body felt hot, her face still feeling flushed and her eyes still stinging with the remnants of her tears of effort, but despite all of her discomfort she felt unaccountably happy. She paused for a moment by the entrance, leaning up against one of the pillars as she tried to will Roger’s stuff to not dribble down the insides of her thighs, and waited for Jennifer to catch up. As the teen joined her, the ten-year-old pushed off the pillar and tried to keep up with the redhead’s stride. “Fuck, I can barely walk,” she whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Jennifer flashed a quick grin in her direction as they made their way to the central court of the mall. “Yeah, he’s a big one,” she replied in a gentle tone. “I thought he was gonna split me open, the first time he fucked me! But don’t worry, you’ll get used to it.” The teen glanced around for a moment before steering Chloe with one hip into the slightly sunken seating area, a small pit lined with wooden benches focusing in on a slightly raised dais. “And I know he really likes you,” the redhead added softly as her grin grew wider and her eyes filled with a wicked gleam.
“Really? He does?” She didn’t want a boyfriend, she was absolutely sure of that, but for some reason having Roger like her was important to Chloe. Maybe if he likes me, then he might think I’m as good as Jennifer? Is that it? “Why would he like me? I mean, I’m nowhere near as hot as you…”
“Well, one,” Jennifer said as she raised a bag-ladened hand and extended a finger to count, “you’re cute. Two, you put out. Three, you’re only ten. And finally,” she concluded as she leaned in and smiled, “you proved that you can take most of his cock on your own. Why wouldn’t he like you?” The teen looked around for a second, and then dropped her bags next to one of the benches as she dug in her purse for her phone. “Listen, why don’t you find a bench ‘n wait for a bit?” she suggested as she called up the time. “You can check out all the stuff you got, maybe try a few things on.”
“What about you?”
Jennifer smiled. “I’ve got a regular over there,” she explained as she cocked her head towards a men’s clothing store that seemed to lurk sullenly along one wall of the diamond-shaped court. “I’m here now, so I might as well get him out of the way. He likes to choke me while fucking my ass, but I know how to get him off quick so I won’t be too long. Just hang out for a bit, I’ll be right back!”
“Okay!” Chloe clutched her bags as redhead waddled off, the new maternity dress she was wearing fluttering around her wide hips. The tiny blonde couldn’t help but stare after Jennifer, feeling an ache in her chest as she watched her idol slide into the menswear store with a wide smile on her face. She’s so amazing! the pre-teen thought as she stared after her idol, her eyes wide and a tiny smile of happiness on her face. So graceful, so poised… I hope I can be that hot and slutty when I’M that pregnant! As she watched, Jennifer smiled at a tall, severe looking man standing just inside the door and spoke softly, so softly that Chloe couldn’t hear what she said – but whatever it was, it worked. The man reached out a hand and, without the bored look leaving his face, pinched one of the redhead’s pokey, puffy nipples between two fingers and twisted. Jennifer winced but didn’t say a word, and instead allowed the man to lead her deeper into the store.
She didn’t have anything else to do so Chloe took a seat, piling her bags of new clothing around her feet. Her mind was running wild, though… deep in her thoughts she spun a fantasy of her own, in which she was the pregnant one, where she was being dragged into a store to be used like a piece of meat by some tall, severe-looking guy, that it was her who was going to be tied up and stripped down and choked and fucked stupid, and despite her recent reaming she felt her pussy slick as much from her regrowing arousal as from Rogers warm, thick seed sloshing around her pre-teen womb. I’d so do that, she insisted as she heard a yowl of pain echo from the store, evidence that Jennifer’s time with her master-of-the-moment had started. And despite herself she shuddered a bit, as much from anticipation as from fear, as a loud slap tore across the hall and straight into her ears.
“Hey, Clo!”
Erin’s voice shook Chloe out of her reverie, and she half-turned to see her young friend making her way down the hall. The skinny blonde girl was a mess – her skirt looked as though she had soaked it in a sink, her blue-green tee was stained with stuff the ten-year-old didn’t want to think too closely about, and her hair was a sodden, tangled mess. Erin still beamed a wide smile of satisfaction as she neared the bench, oblivious to the streaked mascara and the smeared eye shadow and worn lip gloss, and she gave a little wave as she drew closer. Chloe started to rise up to give her friend a welcoming hug… only to rear back as she caught a whiff of the girl. “Holy shit, you stink!” she remarked bluntly as she sat back down, sliding over to put as much room between her and Erin as possible. “What happened?”
Erin flared her short skirt out and sat, grinning from ear to ear. “What do you think happened?” she replied in a happy, excited tone of voice. “They gangbanged me in the crapper! Seven guys in a row, three in my pussy and two in my ass, one right after the other. And then some of them did both my ass and pussy at the same time! I could barely stand up afterwards.” She tugged at her tee, looked down, and then frowned slightly as she tried to brush some of the stained mess off of her chest. “They did piss on me afterwards though,” she added matter-of-factly. “That’s why I smell so bad.”
“Ew!” Chloe made a gagging noise as her face scrunched up in disgust. “That’s so gross!”
Erin shrugged and smiled as she grasped her sodden hair and twisted, leaning forward slightly as she wrung a few more drops of filth onto the floor. “No, it’s okay!” she insisted as she flipped the damp mass over her shoulder and leaned forward slightly, giving Chloe a closer look at her flat chest. “I got another charm out of it!” she explained, letting her fingers flutter across the third butterfly charm hanging from her necklace.
Chloe’s disgust turned to happiness in an instant, and she clapped her hands in joy for her friend’s accomplishment. “So cool! Congratulations!” The ten-year-old thought for a second as she leaned forward and touched Erin’s new charm – breathing through her mouth as she did so, careful not to inhale too deeply of the filthy pre-teen – and summoned up a smile. “Are they gonna be peeing on you every day?”
“I hope so,” Erin replied with a shudder of pleasure. “After all, I’m a Dumpster Girl, it’s what I was made for!”
Chloe simply shrugged and smiled back. Gross, but whatever… “I’ll just stick to fucking and sucking, thank you,” she said. “Speaking of which…” She pitched her voice low and told Erin of Roger, of the sheer size of his cock and how he had nailed her so fully that she could hardly believe that she had survived the experience. “And my legs still are all shaky,” she said intensely, shivering herself at the agonized ache that still echoed in her pussy.
“Wow, so cool!” Erin echoed. “Did you get a charm?”
“I…” Why didn’t I think of that?!? Chloe berated herself as she opened her purse and dug through the contents, her fingers almost instantly sliding across a tiny, felt-covered form. Is it… The pre-teen pulled the jewelry box from her purse and flicked open the lid… and found another charm, perched daintily on a sea of dark blue silk. “Yes!” she squealed, not caring who heard her celebration. “I got one! Roger is one of my regulars!!!”
“So lucky!”
Chloe didn’t even care that Erin reeked – she pulled her pigtails out of the way and allowed her friend to affix the charm to her own necklace. That’s four! She crowed triumphantly, feeling incredibly proud of her accomplishment. Four guys every day… I’m SO gonna get pregnant soon!
The pair waited patiently on the bench, gossiping about boys and cocks and how getting fucked was the greatest thing in the world. Erin told her about how she felt when the boys forced her to use her own hair as a mop on the restroom floor, and Chloe let her know just how great the sensation of Roger’s load deep inside of her, washing over her girl-eggs, actually felt. They waited patiently for Jennifer, knowing that the choked sobs of agony and the flesh-on-flesh smacks echoing from the open doors of Marsh’s Menswear would guarantee that the pregnant redhead would be just as overjoyed – and sexually satiated – as the two ten-year-olds were.