For most of the city, this Saturday was just like any other. For little Tiffany Cane, however, it was a very big deal. Tiffany was celebrating her seventh birthday with an exciting, though not particularly creative, princess-themed party. Tiffany had invited her three best friends: Emma Sanderson and the redheaded twins, Erin and Eve Waters. All four girls had been provided frilly princess dresses courtesy of Tiffany's mother. While the three guests had received conical party hats to put on, Tiffany was the only one given a silver plastic crown. The guests' mothers were both staying for the party, though they had spent the majority of the time sequestered in the kitchen, talking with Tiffany's mother.
The main entertainment, before the song was sung and the cake was cut, was a magician that Tiffany's mother hired. He had even agreed to wear the colorful court jester costume that the woman had purchased, complete with a multi-pointed hat ending in jingling bells. The children were thrilled when Mrs. Cane opened the door to the jester, about an hour after the guests had arrived. The novelty of the princess dresses was wearing off for the girls, and Mrs. Cane had timed the next stage of the party perfectly. The magician, who introduced himself in a theatrically silly voice as Lamont, swept into the den, stoking the girls' dwindling energy. When he complemented Tiffany's crown, the other three girls overcame their shyness, chattering around his waist as they showed off their own party attire. When Emma and the twins had been suitably complimented as well, Lamont announced the beginning of his show.
The magician stood in front of the TV while the four kindergartners sat hip to hip on the leather couch facing him. The three women, who had broken their conversation when Mrs. Cane had answered the front door, stood behind the couch, mildly curious about Lamont's magic show. The man started with small card tricks, calling up each of the children one at a time so that they could all participate in different tricks. After a few other simple feats, Lamont announced that he needed an assistant. Four small hands shot up into the air and Lamont chose Emma, the brunette and the youngest of the four girls by eight months. At the jester's request, Mrs. Sanderson brought a folding chair from the kitchen and set it between her daughter and Lamont. Emma sat on the chair and the man produced a shiny gold pocket watch from one of the many pockets on his costume.
The twins tittered on the couch with Tiffany as Lamont dangled the bauble above Emma's small face. The magician asked for silence and then let the watch twist freely on its chain, moving in small sweeps. Emma's eyes were locked onto the watch with intense determination, so that she could be a good assistant. As a minute passed, and Lamont murmured soothingly, Emma's face relaxed, though her eyes still tracked the shimmering gold. Sometime later, the brunette's eyes lost focus entirely and she stared blankly in the direction of the watch, her eyes half-closed. Lamont whispered instructions in her ear and then, in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, told her to sleep. Emma's head tipped forward, her chin tucking against her chest as her eyes snapped closed.
Delighted applause broke from the children on the couch as Lamont put his pocket watch away. He told the girls that he had brought a costume for his lovely assistant, and the remaining princesses agreed that a dress was not very suitable for a magician's assistant. Lamont reached into the tote bag he had brought with him, which until this point had only produced decks of cards. This time, the jester pulled out a tangle of strings. He lifted Emma from her chair and wiggled her dress up on her limp limbs. The sleeping brunette did not stir as the man stripped her of her party dress, leaving her in only a pair of white panties. She did not even react when Lamont pulled that last garment down her skinny legs.
Tiffany, the twins, and the three mothers all waited patiently while Lamont undressed Emma. They watched him start to clothe her again, like an oversized doll. The tangle of strings resolved itself into a bikini, if one defined the term generously. The only real fabric of the bikini were three pink hearts, one over each nipple and one between the girl's legs. The bikini was formed by the strings connecting the hearts on Emma's chest, and wrapping around her small waist. When Emma was dressed in the bikini, and therefore practically naked, Lamont set her down in the chair again and arranged her limbs so she would not slide off. Somehow, despite her dress coming off and her bikini going on, Emma had retained the blue party hat on her head. The remaining girls and their mothers waited expectantly now that Lamont was done setting up.
The magician told Emma that when she woke up, she would be his slave and she would want to do anything he told her to do. When Emma mumbled a sleepy acceptance, Lamont woke her up. The girl blinked tiredly and looked down at her slim body. She pulled the left heart on her chest up a little because it was not entirely covering her nipple. Lamont told her to act like a puppy and Emma immediately rolled off of the chair onto her hand and knees. Almost at the same time, three little princesses exploded off of the couch, darting forward to play with the other girl. Emma was briefly hidden behind the puffy party dresses, before she wiggled free and started sniffing furniture. Several minutes of controlled chaos followed as the three standing kindergartners played with the crawling one. All of Emma's friends petted her smooth body, and her mother even scratched her behind the ears when Emma went sniffing at the ladies behind the couch. For her part, Emma was a ball of energy, and her tight bottom was constantly jiggling back and forth as she wagged a nonexistent tail.
Lamont called Emma back to his side and told her she no longer needed to act like a puppy. The little girl stood up, standing between the folding chair and the now-standing camera tripod. While Emma had been playing with her friends, Lamont had set up a video camera on a collapsible tripod from his bag. He had given a matching camera and stand to the twins' mother, Mrs. Waters, who had positioned it on the opposite side of the couch, pointing to face Lamont and Emma now. The magician was once again reaching into his bag, and this time produced a wicked-looking saw as long as his forearm. He brandished the saw for the three girls who had resumed sitting on the couch. Tiffany shrieked and the twins giggled nervously. The jester announced that, for his next trick, he would split his assistant in two.
There was no box or other contraption to use to cut Emma in half. Instead, Lamont directed the mostly naked girl to lay down on the floor. When she did, the magician set the saw down a safe distance away, and then his pants disappeared so fast that it could have been considered a magic trick itself. Lamont's erection twitched as he knelt over the tiny girl and pulled her legs wider apart. The little pink heart, the only line of defense over her immature pussy, he pulled aside with his left thumb. The strings of her bikini were elastic, which was the only way the bottoms had stayed in place on the kindergartner's skinny hips, so the heart slid over easily. The man positioned the bulbous head of his cock between Emma's legs.
Six pairs of eyes watched Lamont's shaft slide inch by inch between Emma's stretched lips. Lamont's eyes, instead, were on Emma's face, and Emma herself was staring at the ceiling above her. The magician rocked his pelvis against the small child, jolting her entire body with the force of his thrusts. She made an inarticulate moaning sound but otherwise did not show discomfort. Not even two minutes later, Lamont lost control and speared forward, nearly to the hilt. Emma cried out, sounding like a lost bird as she trembled beneath the man. When he withdrew, a dribble of semen leaked out from her abused pussy and started oozing towards her asshole. The small heart of her bikini bottoms, no longer held away, slid back over the kindergartner's cleft. The heart quickly darkened with a semen stain but prevented any more of the liquid from escaping.
When Lamont turned his expectant gaze to the couch, the children clapped politely. That was not what they had been expecting when he had promised to split Emma in two. The three mothers were still looking at Emma in concern because the little girl had not moved and was still laid out with her legs splayed obscenely wide. Taking back his audience's attention, Lamont sat on the folding chair and called the birthday girl to sit on his lap. Tiffany scurried off the couch and Lamont picked her up by her armpits and hefted her up to his legs. Somehow, Tiffany's dress slid up as the magician positioned her, and her purple panties winked out between her thighs. There was no mention of this wardrobe malfunction by the twins, the mothers, or the camera still dutifully recording next to Mrs. Waters.
The jester asked Tiffany if she was enjoying her birthday party and she agreed that she was. The man then asked what she liked most about princesses, and as he did, he pulled up on her dress. Tiffany raised her arms, allowing her pretty dress to slide off her undeveloped body as she answered. While he asked follow up questions, Lamont held Tiffany by her hips and forcibly slid her panty-covered ass back and forth against his cock, which was making a heroic recovery. The kindergartner looked uncomfortable after a minute of this, and Lamont finally asked if she did not like his penis. Tiffany shook her head, saying with certainty that she did not like it. The magician promised to make his erection disappear.
Lifting the small girl like a doll, Lamont pulled Tiffany's panties down her legs with one hand. He shuffled her like a cumbersome weight until he had a hand on each of her slender hips, partially cupping each ass cheek. He had turned her so that she was facing him, her small back now displayed to her mother and the others. With great care, Lamont lowered the child over his erection, shifting so that its head would align with her puckered rosebud. The birthday girl gave a mouselike squeak as she felt the magician's shaft, still slick from Emma, sandwich between her butt cheeks. Tiffany instinctively clenched, which was exactly the wrong move, and which left her precariously perched on the man's erection before she forced herself to relax enough to accept him.
Five pairs of eyes watched Lamont's shaft spear up into Tiffany's butt. As promised, inch by inch, the man's cock disappeared. Tiffany did not look any happier about the new circumstances. When she bottomed out on the man, tears pricked the corners of her eyes, and fell down her round cheeks as she blinked. Lamont pulled her into a kiss, pressing his lips against hers even as his shaft held her pegged in place. After tasting Tiffany's tongue, and exchanging a large amount of spit, Lamont let the child pause for a breath. He held her against his chest, the walls of her anus still clamped painfully tight around his erection. On the couch, the redhead twins applauded uncertainly, thinking that the trick of the disappearing cock might be over.
The magician shook his head and called the twins up. They hopped off the couch and moved forward in unison. They showed no real concern for Emma, who was still on the floor and possibly unconscious, nor Tiffany, who was in the middle of being impaled by an object half as thick as her arm. The three mothers were more obviously worried but they kept their vigil behind the couch. Lamont told the twins that he did not think Tiffany was having as much fun as she could at her birthday party. After all, according to the man, no party was complete without strippers. He directed the girls to his bag, where they each found a stripper costume to liven up the party.
The twins shed their princess dresses and underwear. They were identical from their braided red hair to the freckles dusting their pale shoulders. The only difference was, while both girls had hazel eyes, Erin's leaned closer to brown and Eve's veered towards true green. Erin had retrieved a nurse costume from the bag and with some difficulty buttoned the skintight, slinky dress over her small body. Eve had less fabric to work with, though an easier time getting dressed. She put on a blue bandeau, little more than a headband, over her flat chest, and a matching blue miniskirt which only covered half of her pert butt. The party hats on the twins' heads were replaced by a nurse's hat for Erin and a policeman's cap for Eve.
At Lamont's direction, the redheads brought the bag to his chair. Ignoring the impaled birthday girl on his lap, the jester dug through the nearly empty bag and pulled out three sex toys. He handed a thick rubber dildo to Eve and a stick of anal beads to Erin. He lightly tossed a vibrator to Emma but it was large and landed heavily on her stomach. The brunette sat up with a woosh of air and looked up at the man blankly. Then Lamont gripped Tiffany's hips and lifted her up slowly, but using enough force and causing such pain that Tiffany thought she was going to be turned inside out. When the sobbing kindergartner finally popped free of the man's cock, he set her on the floor between his legs.
The jester announced that it was time for him to give Tiffany her birthday present. He told Tiffany to sit up on her heels, which she did with some pain. Still sitting, Lamont presented his cock to her, now covered in a mix of residue from semen, Emily, and Tiffany's own butt. The little girl bent forward and began sucking on the thick meat. While Tiffany was busy, Lamont directed the twins to use their toys on her. The redheads crouched on either side of Tiffany's naked, bobbing ass. Erin had the easiest target and quickly, mercilessly, slid her anal beads into her friend's winking asshole. Eve, now having to maneuver under Erin's toy as well as finding a less obvious point of entry, finally managed to push the tip of her dildo up inside Tiffany's pussy.
Tiffany made a strangled sound and for a dangerous second seemed close to biting down on the cock in her mouth. The moment passed and the kindergartner resumed lavishing Lamont's erection with her tiny tongue. As Tiffany continued, the twins began jabbing their toys in and out of her. The redheads were not moving in time with one another, so the disjointed spikes of pleasure were all the more confusing for the little blonde girl. Lamont spared a few moments from the girl writhing between his legs to look at Emma, who was examining the vibrator in her hand. He told her to have her mother teach her how to use it. The magician also invited the remaining two mothers to join in on the fun rather than remaining spectators.
Mrs. Sanderson stripped naked as her daughter stumbled over, vibrator in hand. Apparently deciding the instruction should be on herself, Mrs. Sanderson sat down on the couch and spread her legs. Following her mother's directions, Emma knelt between the woman's knees and switched the vibrator on. An ominous buzzing started and the entire contraption shook in Emma's small hands. Emma cautiously held the head between her mother's legs, then at another word, pressed it more firmly. Mrs. Sanderson's thighs quickly turned to jelly and she started bucking against the vibrator, giving more encouragement to her daughter.
Mrs. Waters and Mrs. Cane had both stripped naked as well. Mrs. Waters started moving towards her twins but Mrs. Cane held the other woman back. The blonde woman drew the redhead into an embrace, twining her arms around Mrs. Waters' back as their breasts pressed against each other. While Mrs. Cane's fingers traced Mrs. Waters' shoulder blades, the redhead dipped her fingers lower, first teasing the other woman's folds and then pressing a manicured nail into her pussy. The women locked lips, nude, which would have been an incredibly kinky act in any other room. As it was, four kindergartners were engaged in various perversions which stole the show.
Thanks to Emma draining his balls previously, Lamont lasted a good 15 minutes before releasing a jet of cum down Tiffany's throat. The blonde's eyes bulged as she gagged on the thick spunk, swallowing to clear her airway. The twins, not recognizing that the magician was done, continued happily raping their friend's ass and pussy. When the magician noticed and told them to stop, the redheads removed their toys to the accompaniment of wet squelches, and Tiffany sagged to the floor. Only then did Lamont announce to the room at large that the party was over.
A ripple of motion went through the room when the jester said those words. Emma and her mother stood up, masturbation forgotten, and Emma turned so that she was facing Lamont along with Mr. Sanderson. The kissing mothers broke off and each pivoted to face the man as well, their lipstick smeared. At Lamont's feet, the twins stood straight, still clutching their sex toys. Tiffany brought herself up to her knees, the only one not standing, but since she had just had three orifices violated, it was impressive that she was even conscious. All of the females had vacant expressions reminiscent of Emma's face right after she had been hypnotized.
Rubbing his deflating cock clean on Tiffany's discarded panties, Lamont praised everyone for being such good slaves. He reminded them that they were to always treat everything he did as normal and to follow all his suggestions. The man stood and pulled his jester's pants back on, telling everyone that once they had cleaned up, they would leave and remember doing only whatever excuses they had made to their husbands and daddies. Next Saturday, they would meet at the usual time for Tiffany's birthday party. Lamont decided that they would have a mermaid theme this time. Then the man gave them the command to get started.
The girls stripped out of their obscene costumes and Lamont collected them, as well as the cameras and sex toys, back in his bag. The naked women and children quietly cleaned themselves off and began getting dressed. When Lamont finished collecting everything he had brought with him, he left the house without a word. This was the 17th birthday party that Tiffany Cane had since turning six-years-old, and she would have many more before turning seven.
This story came to me during a nap, so that gives you a little insight into the kinds of things I dream about. I wanted to try writing this one without using quotation marks, so all the dialogue is narrated. I am curious about how you think this affected the pace of the story, so please leave a comment.
