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   Spring Break Day 1: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 26 (Fg, Mg, reluc, nc,
humil, forced-exhib, spank, tort) by Rufus Fugit

   "What's with the dye job?" I asked Moira when she led a stark naked and
dripping wet Lilah back to our campsite from the open-air solar shower. 
The sun was bright and the air was temperate but the seven-year-old still
shivered when the mountain breeze set the tree limbs and the long grass to
rustling.  She hugged her elbows tightly across her pale torso and glanced
back anxiously at the small crowd of rough-looking men admiring her skinny,
breastless form.  They had been raucously appreciative of her ablutions,
cheering when Moira held the little girl under the lukewarm spray.  They'd
gone reverently silent when she took hold of the back of Lilah's neck and
bent her over, at the same time kicking her bare feet apart with one of her
own.  The child's skinny butt cheeks peeled apart, baring her tight pucker,
and Moira scrubbed it with a washcloth and then reamed it gently with a
soapy finger until it was pink and clean as could be.

   But a thorough wash hadn't been all Moira had in store.  Her ditty bag
had disgorged several bottles of shampoo-in temporary hair color.  Engaging
the little girl in a discussion of what colors she wanted had temporarily
taken her mind off the fact that she was naked in the midst of strangers
and had just been told her clothes were going to remain locked away for our
entire vacation.  She had settled on neon pink and blue stripes with an
acid purple on her bangs and jet black on the ends of her chin-length cut.

   Moira guided the little girl towards our tent, hurrying her through the
unzipped entry with an almost-gentle pat on her tight buttocks, much to the
disappointment of their following.  She straightened and turned to me,
green eyes glinting in the late morning sun.  "You have any idea how stupid
it would be for these guys to get caught with pics or video on their phones
of Lilah sucking cock?  Well, ain't none of 'em on the registry 'cause they
were smart." I nodded.  I'd known Moira since she was barely a teenager and
her mind had always worked that way, expecting the worst of people and
figuring the angles.  "I got her a mask, too."

   Karen poked her head out of the tent.  She had plaited her waist-length
hair into a single thick braid.  She was more than a little vain about her
new perm but for now she wanted to be comfortable in the unseasonably warm
weather.  Her shoulders were bare and so was everything I could see below
them.  Not very much, darn it, but it gave me something to look forward to.
"Uh, what?" I said, lost in speculation.

   "I said, we need a pencil and paper so Lilah can make her list."
Ten-year-old Renee marked her place in her book then got up from her camp
chair to rummage in her backpack.  She came up with a wide-ruled school pad
and a box of colored pencils which she handed to her big sister.  Karen
took them and disappeared inside the tent.  Renee sat back down and opened
her book again.  She had taken off her boots and she put her rainbow
toe-socks up in Raj's lap.  He was sitting in another camp chair at an
angle to Renee.  The young boy had a book, too, but he wasn't really
reading it.  Instead he peered from underneath his heavy black bangs,
looking from me, to Moira, to the men and few women who hovered at the edge
of our campsite.  His fine features showed mostly confusion and anxiety. 
Whatever he had expected when Renee invited him along on this camping trip,
getting his dick sucked by her uncle before breakfast probably hadn't been
on the list.  For now I was just glad that he hadn't gone all sulky and
teenager on us; he'd actually been helpful during unpacking the car and
setting up camp.

   I had some charcoal started in a portable grill and was setting out hot
dogs, chili beans, and fixings for our lunch.  I put out a small relish
tray from the supermarket for the kids to nosh on 'til the meal was ready.
Moira was no help, having walked off to converse with a fat woman with
acne-scarred cheeks and a brassy red dye job; she had her arm possessively
around a middle-aged black man.  He looked like he'd survived a fire at
some point; his left forearm was tight and shiny with scar tissue and the
fingers of his left hand were fused into a withered claw.  He kept craning
his neck past Moira, trying to catch a glimpse inside our tent.  The sounds
of girlish conversation drifted out, Lilah's breathy lisp and Karen's
emphatic soprano.

   Lunch was fun.  Karen and Moira wedged Lilah on the picnic bench between
them and the poor child was hardly allowed to eat her food from being
repeatedly molested.  One of them would reach down and slap her little
vulva or pinch a nipple; when she covered up or cowered away the other one
would tickle her ribs or belly, making her jump and expose her tender bits
to yet another assault.  The naked little girl hunched her skinny shoulders
and pulled in her elbows but then she couldn't eat.  At one point she was
fending off Moira's attempts to paddle her bald little snatch when Karen
snaked a finger between her cheeks on the wooden bench and goosed her good.
She, jumped, yelped, and spit baked beans down her pointed chin and onto
her bare belly.  I laughed but at the same time shifted uncomfortably;
watching my niece and my erstwhile lover tease and torment the
second-grader had me rock-hard.

   Renee had her nose buried in her book as she ate, something that was
normally forbidden at home.  Raj only picked at his food; he couldn't
decide where to look.

   I finally called a halt to the girls' game when Lilah's protests started
to verge on the point of tears.  Not to be outdone, though, Moira reached
over and snatched a hot dog off Karen's plate.  "Hey!" the sixth-grader
exclaimed as the hot dog disappeared beneath the table.  Moira's smirk
changed briefly to a moue of pleasure and then she replaced the sausage on
Karen's plate, but now it was shiny with moisture and streaks of creamy
goo. Karen looked scandalized but Moira made sure she ate it.  "It's
nothin' you ain't had before," she laughed.

   After lunch Lilah, blushing and obviously sore between her legs,
retreated into the tent.  Karen helped me clean up and then she, too, went
inside.  There was a scuffle and the sound of Lilah whining, cut off by the
sound of yet another slap, and then the little girl limped back over to the
table.  She looked unhappy.  Karen came and set next to her and put an arm
around her bare back.  She gently caressed the prominent knobs of the
seven-year-old's spine, speaking gently to her, apologizing but reminding
her that she had to do as she was told.  Then she put a piece of paper on
the table in front of me.  It was covered with Lilah's uneven printing. 
Every line was in a different color.

   My Prise List See me nayked: FRee Tuch my babycunt: 10$ (She had written
"baycunt" then added a caret below and the second "b" above.) Figer in my
buT: 10$

   Likc my babycunt: 10$ I suk your peeniss: 20$ Love, Lilah (HORE)

   "This is what we decided on," Karen said.

   Lilah looked uncertain and worried so I asked her directly, "Is that
right, sweetie?" Lilah looked down, her brightly dyed hair swinging over
her face.  She was twisting her hands nervously on her bare thighs.

   "Yeth," she lisped quietly.  "Karen says I can be a big whore while
we're here, but..." the child seemed to shrink in on herself, huddling
naked on the rough wood of the picnic bench.  She raised her head and her
eyes were shiny behind her glasses.  "Karen," she said plaintively, "I..."

   "What?" Karen demanded.  She didn't sound sympathetic.

   "I...it's scary," Lilah said.  Her voice thickened as she went on.  "All
the grownups look at me, and I...I don't think I like it."

   "We talked about this." Karen sounded impatient.  "I know grownups can
be scary, but no one's going to hurt you.  Once they see what a good little
whore you are, they'll do anything to keep you happy.  They'll give you
money, and buy you things, and when you make them feel good they'll make
you feel good.  You want to feel good in your babycunt, don't you?" When
Lilah nodded uncertainly, Karen gathered the naked child into a hug,
murmuring into her hair and gently stroking her back and shoulders.  Lilah
closed her eyes and snuggled her face between Karen's pert breasts in their
tight leather covering.

   Karen's response was note-perfect.  We had never discussed the best way
to keep Lilah compliant, nor do I think Karen had that level of insight
into how I had manipulated her into embracing her own debasement. 
Nevertheless she seemed to have an instinctive grasp of how to withhold and
grant affection by turns in order to keep the little girl focused and
increasingly emotionally dependent on her so that, out of fear of losing
Karen's regard and love, she became complicit in her own corruption.  I
smiled warmly at the two.  At least I hoped the smile looked warm to Lilah
and not as feral as my achingly hard penis made me feel.  Lilah's casual if
somewhat intermittent acceptance that she would spend the entire vacation
unclothed and the physical fact of her smooth, pale bare body made my blood
sing in my ears and my breath catch.

   Moira strode up from wherever she had disappeared to and leaned down to
read Lilah's scrawled list.  "Perfect!" she exclaimed, and bestowed the
same warm smile on Karen that the sixth-grader had given Lilah, eliciting
the same shy, grateful, slightly desperate smile in return.  But Karen's
smile turned brittle when Moira continued, "I see Lilah's ready, but why
aren't you?" Karen bit off a reply and actually flinched away from Moira,
who just shook her brown ringlets in feigned exasperation.  "Just those
lovely titties, kitten.  If your friend here is only seven and she goes
completely bare-assed, you can sure let my friends see those cute puffies
a'yours."

   It was clear Karen didn't want to undress and equally clear she was
reflexively scared to defy Moira, but she did her best to hide both.  It
was only because I had been with her every step of her journey from
innocent child to sex-obsessed child prostitute - hell, I was the one
shoving her down the path - that I noted the tightening of her generous
lips, the flash of anger and sadness in her eyes.  She pasted on a smile
and reached back to undo the laces of her bustier, freeing her teacup-sized
boobies and baring them to the sun.  It was barely spring and already she
had a faint tan line.  Her cherry-sized nipples swelled and flushed as she
pushed out her chest defiantly.  The skin was clear and smooth, except for
a tiny, slightly pinker indentation on either side of each pale orb.  She
was lucky to be such a fast healer.  I was lucky she was such a fast healer
too, for different reasons.

   Everyone ended up going.  Renee came silently to Karen's side; I don't
think she was willing to let her big sister be alone with Moira.  Raj
stayed at Renee's elbow; he was probably the most nervous of all.  And me,
I just wanted to get my rocks off watching a naked seven-year-old girl
advertise her "Prise List" to a bunch of adults.

   Karen took her hand and Moira had a firm grip on the other wrist.  Lilah
dragged her feet as we strolled across the clearing.  She stumbled and
winced as her uncallused soles found the occasional rock.  The first time
Karen and I had made her go outside naked it had been night; but now there
was nowhere to hide in the bright afternoon sun.  She kept her head bent,
apparently watching her bare toes or the spiky ball she still wore around
her neck.  It bounced against her breastbone as she walked.  Her eyeglasses
and the charm anklet Karen had bought her at breakfast completed - or
actually, comprised - her ensemble.

   I trailed along behind, enjoying the exceptional selection of asses on
display.  Moira's fine womanly backside making her miniskirt swish back and
forth; Karen's, still adolescent-thin but heart-shaped and stretching the
fabric of her very tight jeans; Renee's bubble butt, relatively concealed
in her loose overalls but rich for me in erotic sense memories.  I stopped
abruptly when an unexpected spike of longing and lust shot through me, the
scent of Renee's sweaty hair, the warmth of her skin as she spooned back
into me, the tickling of my pubes crushed against her and the grasping,
pulsing heat of her rectum clamped around my cock, all ghosted over me.

   Raj was of little interest to me despite our earlier dalliance in the
truck.  But though desire for my ten-year-old lover burned in me I couldn't
keep my eyes off Lilah's backside.  Her cheeks flexed, a hollow forming low
on the outside as each clenched in turn.  Her skinny thighs left the bulge
of her bald pussy clearly visible at their juncture; it was pink and maybe
a little swollen from all the playful spanks and pinches it had absorbed
today.  As thin as she was and completely prepubescent she still had the
hint of a waist, broadening ever so slightly up the sweep of her bony
spine. Her head with its short mane of crazily-dyed hair looked too big on
her narrow shoulders.

   Her pace got more and more reluctant as we approached the makeshift
dwelling until she finally balked entirely, digging her bare heels into the
dirt and pulling back against Moira and Karen.  Karen gave her arm a little
shake.  "Now you're not going to embarrass me in front of my friends, are
you?  You promised you could be a big brave girl." Lilah tried to speak but
nothing came out except for an audible swallow.  Her face looked pale and
pinched.  "Oh, okay," Karen said in a mocking tone,"I'll do the first one,
but then it's going to be your turn.  Knock, Knock!" she cried gaily. 
After a second the flap twitched and then was flung aside.  It was the
couple I had seen Moira talking to earlier.

   I wondered if she'd brought Lilah here first on purpose just to freak
her out, because up close they were quite a sight.  The man's hair was
grizzled and dusty.  His lips were chapped and a scar pulled the lower one
down, exposing a ragged gumline on the left side.  His eyeballs were rheumy
and yellowed.  He was wearing a stained, baggy wifebeater and ragged
trousers torn off below the knee.  His calves were mottled and ropy with
varicose veins.  He grinned widely at the sight confronting him, revealing
uneven, yellowed teeth.

   "Hi!" said Karen brightly, dropping Lilah's hand and stepping forward.
"Do you like my titties?" She shook her shoulders, making the small,
perfect globes shimmy and bounce.  Then she raised her hands to cup them,
circling each nipple with thumb and forefinger and tugging on them gently
in turn.  She made a soft noise deep in her throat as the erectile tissue
puffed further.

   "I surely do, Missy," the man replied.  His voice was surprisingly soft
and its educated cadence belied his ragged clothing and unhealthy mien.  As
he gazed down at the half-naked young girl appreciatively the heavyset
woman stepped around him.  Her pullover tunic was cleaner but far from new
and it would have been small on a woman fifty pounds lighter.  A black bra,
holding her heavy breasts up and outthrust, was clearly visible through the
thin, tight fabric.  She was short and round with a pleasant face.  Laugh
lines were deeply etched into the fat surrounding close-set eyes. 
"Roly-poly" was the phrase that came to me; her dark roots and blazing
orangey dye job came up just about to Karen's chin.  Which I could tell
because she dodged around her partner and grabbed Karen in a bear-hug while
simultaneously trying to motorboat the child's diminutive bust.  When that
didn't really work she pressed her face into the left breast and sucked the
swollen nipple into her mouth.

   Karen was speechless but her shocked expression melted as a wave of
pleasure rolled through her.  Her arms dropped and then came back up,
fingers tangling into bright red hair.  She gasped while the woman nursed
sloppily, sucking and tonguing and slurping the engorged areola. 
"Uhhhhhhm," she moaned softly.  She tilted her head back and her eyelids
fluttered.  Her pulse was clearly visible in her throat.  "Uhhhh, my
titty," she whispered.  "My titty, my babycunt, you're making my babycunt
hot, ohhh, yesss...." Her knees buckled, but losing her balance seemed to
bring her back to herself.  She stepped back; her boob stretched until her
nipple snapped free of the woman's mouth, leaving her smiling a gap-toothed
smile.

   The smile only broadened when Karen dragged Lilah forward.  The little
girl was staring openmouthed at the adults and stood, arms akimbo and feet
apart.  Her skin was pale in the sunlight except for the irritated pink of
her prominent mound.  "This is my friend," Karen said as she slid her hands
down the child's flat chest.  She twiddled the little girl's tiny nips,
stretching them alternately as she spoke.  "I babysit her, and she's
learning to be a whore like me!" Karen pressed her own crotch forward and
pressed her hands against Lilah's chest, forcing the little girl to arch
her back and display her nude body.  "She wants to be everybody's whore
tonight, isn't that right, sweetie?"

   Lilah was trembling too hard to speak.  Her first experience with sex,
except for Karen's gentle initial molestations, had been so unexpected and
so completely outside her seven-year-old frame of reference that it hadn't
really been traumatic; the child had no way at all to process it so she had
just accepted it and moved on.  But now it was the full light of day, she
had been told in explicit detail what to look forward to over the next few
days, and had even helped design the program.  A cool breeze ruffled her
hair and gooseflesh traveled in waves across her body.  She couldn't do
anything but gape as Moira showed her handwritten list of sex acts - some
of which she barely understood - to the adults.

   The black man loomed over her, blotting out the sun.  She shivered.  He
spoke kindly and gently but she couldn't help but flinch when he brushed
her cheek with his damaged hand.  The scarred skin looked hard and
unnaturally smooth.  The man dropped his hand but she caught the look of
hurt in his eyes.  For maybe the first time in her short life I think she
realized that grownups had feelings too, that she had the power to make
them feel bad, and she was ashamed.  To make it up to him she swallowed
hard and raised her head with a trembling smile and stepped her feet
further apart.  Her voice was quavery but in the coy tone Karen had taught
her she lisped, "Do you like my babycunt?  You can touch it for free, just
a little, if you want."

   "Go on," Moira spoke up.  "You heard her, just like I said she would."
The man exchanged a look with the fat woman then his smile got even wider.
He swung his good arm back underhand and in a flash delivered a stinging
open-hand slap right on Lilah's swollen peach.  He actually palmed it and
lifted the little girl up on her toes.  She squealed in surprise and pain.
She clapped her hands over her crotch and dropped into a half-crouch,
waddling back and forth and moaning, "Ow, ow, ow!" as Karen and Moira
laughed at her.

   Moira lit a cigarette, puffing out smoke as she chortled.  After a
moment she signaled to Karen and the two of them grasped Lilah's forearms
and pulled her to her feet.  They turned and walked her away from the
bemused couple, around a ragged line of bushes.  Tears were standing in her
eyes.  "That hurt!" she whined accusingly to Karen.  The twelve-year-old
looked sympathetic but she glanced at Moira and took her cue from the young
woman.

   "Don't be a baby," Karen said curtly.  "You said you wanted to be a
whore.  Nobody's making you.  You said you wanted to.  You're going to let
everybody have a freebie just like that, 'cause that's what a whore does."

   "No!" Lilah yelled back.  I was startled; it was the first time I had
ever seen the child blatantly defy Karen in anything.  "My babycunt hurts!
This isn't fun, it hurts!  I want my clothes.  I want to get dressed, I
want to go home, I won't do it and you can't make me!" The seven-year-old
was shaking.  She was on the verge of a full-blown tantrum.

   Moira looked down at the child with contempt.  She bent so they were
nose-to-nose.  "I don't have to make you.  You're going to do it!"

   "I won't!"

   "You'll do it, you'll ask to do it, and you'll thank me for letting you
do it.  Or else," Moira stood swiftly and before any of us could react she
grabbed Karen around the back of her neck, took her cigarette out of her
mouth, and pressed the hot coal right against the tender skin of Karen's
right breast.

   "AAAAAIIIIEEEEE!" Karen shrieked as the burning cigarette sizzled
against the skin above her cherry-sized nipple.  Her whole body spasmed and
she tried to pull away but Moira's grip on her neck was unbreakable.  Moira
ground the cigarette into her skin for a good five seconds before releasing
her.  Karen fell into a heap, screaming and sobbing and beating frantically
at her burned bosom.

   We were all stunned by the sudden violence.  Renee recovered first.  Her
childish features twisted in a snarl and she made to launch herself at
Moira, but froze when the young woman stepped over Karen's huddled form. 
She raised one foot, bringing the steel-capped toe of her cowboy boot to
within inches of the back of Karen's head.  Renee stepped back but her eyes
burned with a hatred I had never seen in her.  No ten-year-old should ever
look like that.

   But I was furious, myself.  That would leave a mark, and one that could
never be explained away if seen.  It was unlikely that Rob ever saw his
twelve-year-old daughter's bare bosom, but Jenny might; her gym teacher or
classmates might in the locker room; and her customers certainly would. 
But my anger was nearly overwhelmed by a sick arousal; my stomach rebelled
as the stench of scorched flesh reached my nose but at the same time my
cock lurched and throbbed in my trousers.  I realized this was not that
different from all the times I had seen Karen sobbing with humiliation or
fear or even pain.  I had subjected her to an ever-escalating campaign of
abuse that in the end had broken her will and turned her into a desperate
(if wealthy) child prostitute, completely enslaved to her runaway sexual
appetite.

   Lilah was terrified.  Her voice choked off and she froze in place,
staring in horror at her beloved babysitter writhing in agony on the
ground. Her skinny chest heaved with emotion.  As Moira moved and her
shadow fell across the naked second-grader, she lost control of her
bladder. Urine sprayed from between her reddened labia and ran down her leg
between her toes into the dirt.  The acrid puddle spread until it darkened
the cuff of Karen's jeans.  Moira seized Lilah's pointed chin and yanked
her head back so their eyes met.  "You're going to do it, or Karen will get
hurt again, and it will be your fault.  It'll be your fault because you
told Karen you wanted to be a whore but you turned out to be a chicken.  I
hate little babies and if you turn chicken Karen will pay for it.  Got it?"
Tears were pouring down Lilah's cheeks now.  She couldn't speak; she tried
to nod her head but Moira's grip was unbreakable.  Finally she gasped out,
"I'll be good, I promise."

   Immediately Moira released Lilah.  Her face transformed in an instant
from a mask of almost psychotic rage to a warm, sunny smile.  "Good for
you!" she exclaimed.  "I knew you were a good girl!  Now, let's practice:
here's what I want you to say to everyone..."

   "P...p...please," Lilah stuttered, "Please, I like it, will you thpank
my whore babycunt?" A last bit of urine dribbled from her slit as she
planted her bare feet, put her hands behind her and arched her back,
pushing out her already prominent mound.  She flinched but stood her ground
as Moira stepped forward and, almost too fast to follow, whipped her hand
up to slap the child between her legs.  Lilah groaned piteously and
shuddered, but didn't move.

   Karen moaned and Moira looked down at her in surprise, as if she had no
idea how her apprentice had ended up on the ground.  "C'mon, kitten, let's
get you up." She helped the topless preteen to stand on wobbly legs.  There
was a round patch of ash on the upper slope of Karen's perky breast,
grey-black with the burn reddening beneath it.  Moira leaned forward to
blow on the wound gently; even that made Karen cry out with pain.  "Aw, I'm
sorry, kitten." Moira sounded genuinely contrite which if anything made it
worse.  Until that moment I don't think I'd quite realized what I was
dealing with.  "I got some burn cream in the first-aid kit in the tent,
we'll fix ya right up soon's Lilah's done introducin' herself to everyone."
She licked around Karen's nipple then slowly straightened, dragging her
tongue across the sixth-grader's breastbone, up her neck, jawline, chin,
then she drew the child into a kiss, that tongue darting between her lips.
Karen stood stiff in her embrace for a moment but then something shifted in
her expression and she melted against Moira's firm, lush body.  The breeze
ruffled their hair, mingling stray blond tendrils with Moira's tight brown
curls.

   Karen's face was slack as Moira stepped away.  Her nipples were fully
engorged and she was panting lightly.  "Let's go, then.  Next customer,"
Moira said briskly, took Lilah's hand and led the naked girl across the
clearing to the next tent.  I swept my gaze across the remaining three
children, at a bit of a loss.  Raj looked like he might be about to be
sick. Renee's expression was neutral but her eyes burned.  Then the breeze
brought a familiar scent to my nostrils, riding over the damp earth and
blossoms of springtime.  I looked down.  The crotch of Karen's jeans was
soaking.  She had cum in her pants.  "You little whore," I said
wonderingly. Karen's face flamed.  A tear trickled from one eye as she
nodded.

   From behind me came the sharp slap of flesh on flesh, and Lilah's yelp.
"C'mon," I sighed.  "Let's go."
   To be continued...

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