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This is an erotic story featuring adults and children.  If you don't want
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   Spring Break Day 1: Jenny's Couch Book II, part 27 (Mg, Fg, spank,
coerc, cons, prost, oral, forced-exhib, humil, drugs) by Rufus Fugit

   SMACK!

   I winced as, yet again, seven-year-old Lilah absorbed a punishing
open-hand slap to her vulva.  The little girl squeezed her eyes shut and
whimpered piteously but stood her ground.  She had to.  Karen was standing
right behind her, hands gripping the child's bare shoulders.  Karen's
knuckles were white and her face was tight.  Her bare breasts jiggled
slightly from the transmitted force of the blow.  But she stood her ground
as well.  The angry red welt on her right breast was as good as a tether.
Moira stood by, smirking and smoking.  Every time she drew on her cigarette
and the end glowed red in the fading afternoon light, Karen's shivered.

   The same scene had played out more than two dozen times as we made our
way around the camp.  One after another, Lilah repeated her rote script to
a series of rough-looking men.  "My name ith Lilah," she quavered, her lisp
pronounced under stress, "And I'm going to be everyoneth whore tonight."
She would show her handwritten list, describing the sex acts she would
perform and the price for each, all written in a second-grader's erratic
scrawl.  And then, under Moira's severe gaze, she invited each man to
"thpank" her.

   Now she stood with her elbows pressed tight against her sides and her
little fists clenched before her chest.  Her face was red.  Her nose was
running.  Tears ran down her cheeks and dripped from her pointed chin.  She
gasped and trembled with the effort of standing.  Her bare feet were
planted wide in the dirt.  At the junction of her skinny thighs her cunny
was brick-red.  It practically glowed.  Her pubic mound was prominent
anyway because she was so slender but now the labia were fat, swollen, and
protruding.  What was normally a tightly-closed slit with a pale, narrow
prepuce was split apart, revealing a dark red opening shaped like a slender
teardrop.  Inside that was a ragged pale half-moon of her hymen.  The hood
of her clitoris had retracted and it stood straight out, smaller than a
pea, wrinkled, a crimson, pointed nub.  Moisture trickled from her open
gash, not from arousal but the irritation of being repeatedly struck.

   The man who had just struck her dropped to his knees before her.  He was
a scrawny redneck with a potbelly and several missing teeth.  He cupped
Lilah's mound in dirty, callused fingers.  The child flinched but the man
just rubbed gently, spreading sweat and preteen dew until her entire crotch
shone.  "Ah!" Lilah jumped and exclaimed as his fingers flicked back and
forth across her erect clitty.  The man held a Big-Gulp sized cup in the
hand that wasn't mauling Lilah's cunt; he dipped into it with his lightly
coated fingers and came out with a handful of ice.  Grinning lopsidedly, he
pushed his hand between Lilah's thighs again.

   "Yow!" Lilah yelped as the ice was pressed against her punished little
cunny.  But then the little girl shivered and as the cold brought relief
from the terrible stinging her knees bent and she let most of her weight
settle onto the man's hand.  After a moment she sighed as numbing relief
spread through her.

   "Can I have some, too?" Karen asked meekly, with a sidelong glance at
Moira.  She didn't react, just blew a stream of cigarette smoke from the
corner of her mouth.  The man held up his cup and Karen dipped into it. 
She retrieved some ice and pressed it against the burn on her right breast.
she shivered and sighed like Lilah as the ice melted against the damaged
skin.

   "Hold your hands out," the man said to the little girl, and he poured
them full of more ice from her cup.  "Can't wait to get my hands on that
cute little pussy, but I want it all fresh and juicy for me." And so we
moved on with Lilah walking bowlegged, her hands between her legs and
meltwater trickling between her fingers.

   The next shack was little more than two sheets of plywood leaned
together with a tarp thrown over.  A young man sat in front of it on a
broken-down lawn chair.  He was  Moira's age with long blond hair in sloppy
dreads.  He was thin but well-muscled, which we could tell because he wore
only jeans, low-slung enough to show hipbones and the slight swell of his
pubic bone.  His body was pale and mostly hairless except for a small patch
of fine, dark-blond hair between his pecs and a lighter dusting trailing
down from his navel.  There was a blurry jailhouse tattoo in the web of his
left thumb.

   Ice-blue eyes regarded our group cooly as Lilah went through her
perverse little spiel, this time dancing from foot to foot as ice melted
against her glowing pubic area.  When she was finished the young man paused
for an uncomfortable moment, then recrossed his legs and said lazily, "Naw,
I ain't into little girls."

   "You like gay stuff?" Renee piped up.

   "Renee!  That's not polite!" I responded automatically.  The
ten-year-old gave me a look and I realized how absurd I sounded.  Our group
comprised a naked seven-year-old girl, limping along with a double handful
of crushed ice pressed against her bald pussy, a twelve-year-old girl with
her titties hanging out - and a gorgeous pair they were - two adults and
two other children, all walking around a camp full of sex criminals to
advertise the little one prostituting herself.  I don't think Miss Manners
ever covered that situation.

   "'Cause Raj is gay and I've been letting him do gay stuff with me but
it's not the same, he wants a real boyfriend," Renee chattered heedlessly
on, ignoring Raj's attempts to shush her.  His fine dark features were yet
again flushed with mortification.

   The young man's brow wrinkled for a second, I suppose he was trying to
figure out what kind of "gay stuff" a ten-year-old girl could do with a
twelve-year-old boy.  "Yeah, okay," he said laconically.

   Raj grabbed Renee's arm and pulled her aside.  A tense whispered
conversation ensued that Renee ended with, "Okay, I'll stay but just the
first time."  She looked down at the young man with all the fierceness a
fourth-grader can muster.  "You have to be nice, though.  Raj isn't a whore
like them," She flapped her arm at her big sister and our nude little
companion standing meekly, "And you have to be nice to him or I'll be mad."
Of course the guy had no way of knowing how much he wouldn't like Renee
when she was angry but I figured we'd be in shouting distance anyway, so we
left them.  The three crawled into the man's rickety shelter and as we left
I heard Renee's high voice, "Show us your penis first, then we'll show you
ours!"

   We strolled slowly back across the field to our campsite.  Well, Moira
and I strolled.  Lilah hobbled painfully, one hand pressing the remaining
ice against her crimson privates.  She whimpered as each step chafed tender
skin.  Karen held Lilah's free hand and her other was likewise pressed
against the round cigarette burn that Moira had viciously branded into her
pale breast.

   Although I kept it from showing, my mind was racing.  Moira had always
been volatile and unpredictable, and certainly capable of cruelty towards
both those who crossed her and those like Karen who triggered her own
perverse lusts, but her violence had always been calculated.  She never
went too far, or at least she could always be restrained.  But now she'd
marked Karen in a place that was liable to be discovered, and she'd put
poor Lilah in so much pain that I doubted even the threats Moira made would
keep her compliant.  And even if the child didn't completely break down
while we were together, I had no idea how I would prevent her from telling
her father about this abuse once our trip was done and Moira was gone. A
seven-year-old will respond to threats of immediate punishment but, like a
puppy, the further they're removed in time and space the less effective
they become.

   Still, I couldn't deny how incredibly arousing I found the tiny girl's
distress.  My cock was so hard I was walking a bit bowlegged myself.  With
every slap it had pulsed in my trousers.  Lilah's tearstained face, the
brilliant red of her obviously painfully swollen vulva, her thin legs
scissoring as she stumbled barefoot back towards our campsite, all filled
me with a perverse excitement.  My briefs were soaked with precum, and with
the memory of how beautiful the seven-year-old looked with her little mouth
stretched wide around my cock, and oh my god the indescribable feeling of
her throat pulsing and squeezing as she took the head down her
gullet...well, it was tough to keep my mind focused.  But I was going to
have to figure out what was going on with Moira, or at least how to get her
to chill out before she ruined the whole deal.  Karen's active social life
had accustomed her to a certain amount of physical discomfort but Lilah was
only seven and a bit of a crybaby besides; I knew she couldn't stand up to
it.

   Lilah picked up her pace when our tent came in view until she
practically dived between the door flaps.  But Moira ducked in right after
her and I heard the little girl's voice rise in near panic.  "Nooo...leave
me alone, please, it hurts, DON'T!" I was afraid we were going to have the
crisis right then but Moira's voice drifted out, warm and soothing and
completely different from the snarling, hectoring tone she had used to
issue her dire threats.

   "Shhh, shhh, it's okay Lilah, you did great, I'm really proud of you,
you're going to be such a good little whore, just like Karen..." Her voice
trailed off into murmurs unintelligible to me and gradually Lilah's voice
similarly calmed.  Before long her sniffles and swallowed sobs became soft
coos, and then silence.  I was just breathing a sigh of relief when I
heard, "Here, this'll make you feel better." Karen heard it too and started
fearfully.  She went so far as to stand and take an uncertain step towards
the tent when Moira came out.  I wasn't sure what to do but since I wasn't
hearing the little girl screaming in agony - at least not yet - I kept my
peace for the moment.

   Karen came nose-to-nose with Moira as the young woman emerged from the
tent.  She opened her mouth but before she could say anything Moira raised
her hands to palm Karen's puffy nipples.  "C'mere, kitten," she said and
basically walked Karen backwards until her butt hit the edge of the picnic
table.  Fear danced in Karen's eyes as Moira fondled the twelve-year-old's
breasts, being careful I noticed to avoid the ugly burn she had given her
not an hour earlier.  She cupped the sixth-grader's beautiful pale boobs,
brushing her thumbs back and forth over her nips as they swelled.  She was
gentle and Karen's face slowly relaxed.  Moira's fingers skimmed over her
sensitive skin, down her belly, along her ribs.  Karen sighed helplessly as
desire kindled in her belly.  Yet again her body betrayed her.  Moira
stepped forward and slid her hands up Karen's arms to her shoulders, then
around and down to her shoulderblades.  Karen leaned back but she had
nowhere to go.  Moira's tongue darted out to flick across the child's lips.
She rubbed their noses together.  Their lips touched and then Moira's brown
hair spilled forward, hiding Karen's face from me but I saw the way her
back arched and her stance widened, opening herself and pressing her nubile
body forward.

   "I wanna taste you, kitten," Moira breathed as she deftly unsnapped
Karen's jeans.  "I still remember eatin' that hot little babycunt on the
beach.  Swear I never had no pussy half as tasty." Karen wrapped her arms
around Moira's waist and rested her chin on her shoulder as Moira tugged at
the skintight jeans.  Fear and desire still warred on her childish
features. Her brow wrinkled and then relaxed and her mouth fell open as
Moira worked her pants down over her hips.  She blushed at Moira's next
words.  "Is it fulla cum now, kitten?  You taste best when you just been
fucked." She kissed down Karen's neck to her breastbone as she worked her
jeans down.  "Is it, kitten?  Fulla cum?"

   "Noooo..." Karen half-moaned as Moira's hands roamed freely around her
thighs and into the crotch of her soaking panties.  Her preteen scent
wafted to my nostrils.  Karen's oversized clitoris made a prominent bump in
the wet fabric and she groaned when Moira pressed her palm against it  Then
her panties were sliding down her coltish legs and plopped onto her wadded
jeans.  Moira stepped on the clothing, lifted the twelve-year-old's thighs
and she fell back naked onto the picnic table with a thump.  Moira held
Karen's legs open wide and shoved her face between them.  Karen's inner
labia were swelling and shiny with her cream.  Moira sucked noisily at the
wet, blood-flushed flesh and Karen cried out.  Thick juice squished out
around Moira's cheeks and ran down her pointed chin.  Karen's delicate feet
kicked in the air and she threw her hands back over her head.  "Ohhhh,
Moiiiiira," she moaned.  "My babycunt, eat my whore babycunt, you're making
it sooooo hot, oh Jeez, my babycunt..."

   I was transfixed by the erotic tableau, my twelve-year-old niece
spread-eagled on the picnic table with a college girl vigorously lapping at
her drooling snatch.  I sat down at the table and brushed Karen's damp hair
off her sweating forehead.  Her eyes were glassy with lust and she was
oblivious to me, to the strangers watching from a respectful distance as
her nude body writhed on the wooden tabletop, to everything except the
pleasure that Moira was coaxing from her throbbing center.  She rolled her
head back and forth on the table, gasping and twisting her belly this way
and that, pointing her hard, puffy nipples at the sky.

   Moira trapped the child's slim thighs in the crooks of her elbows, using
her forearms to pull Karen's cunt hard against her busy mouth.  She twisted
her head sidewise to drill her tongue into Karen's vaginal opening, then
nibbled on each of her inner lips in turn.  Karen gasped as Moira used her
teeth to stretch each away from her body.  Moira swallowed noisily as
Karen's thick secretions filled her mouth and ran down her chin.  She
bumped her nose against Karen's swollen clitoris, nudging the twisted bud
from side to side as Karen gasped and trembled.  "Oh, ooooooh,
oooOOOAAAAH!" Her voice climbed as her belly began to spasm and she thrust
her barely-furred pubis up against Moira's jaw.  But as she was reaching
for her peak, Moira eased off.  She raised her head and gazed across the
child's supine form, between the low mounds of her breasts to her sweaty
face.  She trailed her fingers back and forth over the child's hipbones and
down to her inner thighs, darting in to blow quick little puffs of air at
Karen's increasingly tumescent clit.  It throbbed visibly in response and a
gob of cream oozed out of her slit, down over her perineum and onto the
picnic table.  "Oh, pleeeeeease," Karen begged.  Her voice trembled. 
"Pleeeeeeeeease..."

   Moira laughed.  "Oh, no, kitten, we're just gettin' started." And for
the next half hour Moira drank from Karen's well.  She brought her right to
the edge again and again but every time she denied the sixth-grader her
release.  Poor Karen was crying before long, desperate for the climax that
Moira expertly prevented her from reaching.  I sat by her side and enjoyed
the view while to a certain degree sharing her frustration.  I saw Karen in
action pretty often, nearly every time we got together, but I hadn't
actually fucked her since the Christmas vacation when Moira and I had first
initiated her into the twisted world of prostitution and sexual degradation
she now called her home.  I could have, I suppose, any time I wanted, but I
preferred to exercise my lusts on her little sister.  With Renee there was
a feeling of companionship and, weird as it seemed, a greater sense of
being equals.  Despite being two years younger than Karen's twelve, she was
her own person.  Karen on the other hand was a creation - my creation, with
Moira's help - a shy, sexually naive child that we had goaded and pushed
and abused until she became incapable of resisting the boundless sexual
appetite we had discovered and nurtured in her.  I could fuck her, but so
could anyone with twenty dollars.  There was no fun in that.

   Karen was sobbing and babbling incoherently, slapping her hands and
banging the back of her head against the picnic table as once again Moira
gnawed gently at her twisted pleasure knob.  "I can't stand it, oh Jeez, oh
God, oh please my babycunt, my whore babycunt," she begged.  And this time
Moira didn't deny her.  Her left hand slid up Karen's sweat-slick skin,
over the crease between hip and abdomen, across the child's prominent ribs,
rounding her nipple as it strained skyward - and then she pounced on the
cigarette burn, digging in with her manicured nails, pinching and pulling
the welted flesh as hard as she could.  "AAAAAAAIIIIIEEEEEE!" Karen
shrieked and her entire body went rigid.  Her legs shot out to either side
of Moira's tousled brown hair and her hands made claws in the air above her
face.  She threw back her head and howled, howled until her lungs were
empty, then dragged in a giant, sobbing breath and howled again.  A stream
of hot ejaculate sprayed across Moira's forehead eyes, and cheeks,
splashing back onto Karen's straining cunt, drenching her crotch, the neck
of Moira's blouse, and the edge of the picnic table.

   Karen's voice trailed off to a quiet whimper; she had no more strength
to yell even as her belly continued to ripple and her cunt shivered and
clenched with waves of orgasm.  She sprawled naked on the picnic table, her
coltish limbs akimbo.  Moira stood, wiping her face on the short sleeve of
her blouse.  She succeeded in wetting the latter without much drying the
former.  "Nice one, whore," she said breezily.  Karen's body lurched as
Moira slapped her on the belly, then she turned abruptly and stalked off
towards the trees.  The set of her shoulders was rigid and angry.  I stared
after her, bemused.

   I sat at the table, absently stroking Karen's forehead with one hand and
myself with the other.  Just because Renee's beautiful ten-year-old body
and tight, steamy little ass had become the focus of my sexual release
didn't make me impervious to the thick, animal scent of Karen's exhausted
cunt.  Her whimpers faded to deep, heavy breathing and then to a quiet
snore.  She rolled onto her side facing me.  One hand went between her legs
and the other to her mouth.  She started sucking her thumb in her sleep. 
After a few moments she switched hands.

   As I wiped a smear of cunt cream from her sweaty cheek I became aware of
a lilting, off-key aimless melody drifting out of the tent.  Lilah was
singing.  I got up to see what she was doing.  I stepped into the tent and
almost tripped over her.  She was lying with her head right below the
dangling zipper pull of the entryway.  She was still naked, of course,
lying flat on her back with her legs spread.  Her feet pointed up, toes
wriggling alternately.  She held one hand in the air in front of her face,
waving it abruptly back and forth, then stopping to move each finger
individually.  Her expression was astonished, as if she had never seen such
a thing before.  Her blue eyes were magnified by her glasses like always,
but they seemed wider than normal with white showing all the way around the
irises.  Her pupils were enormous.  Her brightly dyed hair was mussed and
lank across her forehead.

   Her other hand was probing between her legs.  Her vulva was still bright
red, her slit open at the bottom and her clitty standing up at the top. 
Her fingers pressed at the irritated flesh and she jumped, a little "Ah!"
escaping her open mouth.  She trailed her fingernails up one chubby lip and
down the other.  Her hand seemed to be moving independently, and each time
she touched a sore spot she jumped in surprise.

   Her eyes slowly focused on me standing over her and she giggled. 
"Honey, are you okay?" I asked.

   "I feel...funny." She giggled again.  "Tingly.  Everywhere. 
And...colors..." Her voice trailed off and her eyes tracked her hand moving
in front of her face again.  I looked around the tent and spied Moira's
purse spilled open on her bedroll.  There was a small ziploc bag containing
an assortment of colorful pills, each with a serif'd X engraved on one
side. One of the pills had been broken in half and there was a scatter of
powder and a bit of water in the bottom of a Solo cup.  For fuck's sake. 
Moira had dosed a seven-year-old with Ecstacy.  I guessed I should be
grateful she'd only given her half a drop.

   I folded myself into a cross-legged position by the child's side.  "Good
funny, or bad funny?" I asked as I lightly brushed the fingers of one hand
over her belly and traced the bottom of her ribcage.

   "Oooooh!" The child shuddered from head to foot at my touch.  Her pale
skin was hot and dry.  I continued fondling her, stroking from her neck
down to the soft protuberance of her mons.  The skin down there still
burned red and now prickled with rash.  It was even hotter than the rest of
her undeveloped body.  The pointed nub of her clitoris stood straight out.
I slid my finger over it, then gently squeezed and tugged it.  It was damp.
"Ah, ah, AH!  Sparks...I see...sparks," she moaned.  Her eyes widened
further, her cheeks flushed, her skinny chest heaved with emotion.  "Am
I...am I crazy?  Is something broken?  Something wrong with me?" She gasped
for breath.

   Let's see, how to explain to a naked, emotionally overwrought second
grader that the woman who had threatened and tortured her had also dosed
her with illegal drugs?  Hmm...I had a better idea.  Okay, maybe not
better. But different anyway.

   "No, sweetie, you're not crazy," I put what I hope was a reassuring
smile on my face as opposed to a grimace of desperate lust.  "You're just
getting whory."

   "Whory?" Lilah echoed, and then was distracted by her hand still moving
back and forth in front of her face.

   "Yep.  You must really be a great big whore!"

   "I am?  I'm a whore?" Her face transformed instantly into a mask of
frantic joy.  "I'm a whore, I'm a whore!"

   "Absolutely.  Why, you must be a bigger whore than even Karen.  She
didn't start whoring until she was way bigger than you.  And she didn't
even like it at first.  But your body is all sexy and ready." I was warming
to my topic.  "You know what?  I bet your mommy was a whore, too, and
that's why you're such a big whore now!"

   "Mommy..." Lilah's face crumpled at the thought of her recently deceased
parent.  The drug coursing through her immature body made her feel
everything a thousand times more intensely.  Tears welled in her eyes. 
"Mommmmmmy..."

   "Yes, I know, sweetie, I miss your mommy too.  But isn't it cool?" I
said with exaggerated enthusiasm.  "You can be a whore just like she was.
Every time you touch your babycunt or hold a penis, why, it'll be like your
mommy is right there with you."

   Lilah tried to sit up but fell back dizzily.  Her eyes were dazed now. I
had continued fondling her body and now I circled down to concentrate on
her vulva.  stroking the bumpy, raw flesh.  Then I patted it sharply, not
quite a spank.  Her whole body jumped.  "Do you like that?"

   "Yes...no...hurt, but...tingly...hot..." she stammered.  I stroked up
her moist slit and then, quite deliberately, flicked her button with my
finger.

   "YIII!" she screamed.  "Oh, oh, oh, my babycunt."

   "Yes, that's right, tell me about your babycunt, Lilah.  A good whore
can always talk about how sexy her body is.  Your mommy was a whore and now
you're a whore and you're going to learn how to be the best whore in the
world..."

   The child interrupted me.  "Do you think Daddy knows?  Did he know Mommy
was a whore?" I smiled.  If nothing else, the drug was making her
suggestible and even easier to manipulate.

   "I bet he didn't.  You know," I leaned forward like I was sharing a
confidence,  "Whores usually keep it a secret from people they don't sell
sex to.  Karen's mommy and daddy don't know she's a whore, either.  You
should probably keep it a secret for now.  OK?" She nodded absently,
looking up at something only she could see on the ceiling of the tent. 
"Now, tell me more about that pretty whore babycunt of yours."

   "I'm...all whory now," she babbled.  "My babycunt...is hot!" She curled
a hand over her bald mound, bent her knees and lifted her feet while
masturbating almost frantically.  Her toes spread and her head bobbed from
the urgency of her self-abuse.  The sound of skin against wet skin filled
the tent.  "My boobies...sparky." She grabbed her tiny pale nipples and
pulled them away from her flat chest.  The hand that had just been busy in
her crotch was shiny with moisture and slipped clean.  "Oh, I'm rushy...and
tingly, and...and...I'm a whore!  My babycunt wants, it wants...wants sexy,
hot little babycunt." The combination of her soft, high voice and childlike
language expressing such crude, raunchy sentiments was almost more than I
could bear.  My cock was painfully bent and constricted by my jeans.  I
shifted and the slight change in pressure was almost enough to send me
over.

   Lilah's whole body was shaking now.  Her naked form writhed on the
sleeping bag.  Her hand went back to her crotch and she drew up her skinny
legs as she diddled her stiff little pleasure bud.  "When, when, when can I
do sex?" she demanded.  "I wanna be whoring, when can I whore and sex
and..."

   "Soon, kid." I jumped at Moira's voice.  She was back, holding the tent
flaps open and grinning down at the results of her little pharmacology
experiment.

   "Jesus, you startled me." I sat back and drew a long, shuddering breath.
I pressed my hand against the fly of my jeans, willing my erection to
subside.  "What the hell were you thinking?" I started but Moira cut me
off.

   "Oh, shut up.  She's fine.  She's better than fine, she's ready to screw
herself silly.  Aren't you, baby?" She didn't wait for a response from the
delirious naked child.  "Whyn't you go get your little buttfuck and her
gayboy friend?  Karen and I will get sexpot here ready for her debut."

   We were going to have to have a full and frank discussion soon, but what
the hell, Moira was right just now.  If Lilah's little prepubescent cunny
was hot and she was eager to prostitute herself, the best thing for the
nonce was to encourage her.  I got painfully to my feet and brushed past
Moira out of the tent.  She smelled of sex, too, sex and sweat and perfume
and dirt.  I wondered what she had been doing.

   Karen was awake.  Her sparse blond pubes were thick with the flaky
detritus of her dried secretions and her labia and swollen clitoris looked
sticky.  She pushed herself up from the picnic table and stood on wobbly
legs.

   To be continued...  My balls ached as I walked back toward where we had
left Renee and Raj.  

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