Copyright (c) 2018,   madvlad.  ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, December 11, 2018

This story may be downloaded by Palisade members uniquely for their private use, and 
may not be distributed for profit or posted to newsgroups or other websites.  Mr Double 
may be contacted by emailing mrdouble@mrdouble.com.

A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: butterf2.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com

story_codes: MM/gg(8,8) Men/young girls, g/g, rape, semi-cons

story_intro: What's better than a little Butterfly Girl naked and tied up? Two little Butterfly Girls naked and tied up, of course!


story_language: English





Butterfly Girls - The Sales Call

Written by madvlad


	"Fuck peanut butter!"

	"I beg your pardon?"

	"Fuck fucking peanuts and their fucking butter," Jerry elaborated.

	Chris stared at Jerry.

	"I mean that's what we're down to - fucking peanut fucking butter," Jerry continued as his rant gained steam.

	A brief pause occurred when Jerry took a bite of his peanut butter sandwich.

	"I offered to make you peanut butter and jelly, you know," Chris said evenly.

	"Can't do jelly," Jerry mumbled around a mouthful of white bread and peanut butter. "The fucking sugar will fucking kill me. And fuck peanut butter."

	"It's all we have left," Chris explained. "PB&J. No one expected the delivery to take this long. If you don't like it, bitch at Jimmy Two-Tone when he finally arrives."

	Chris and Jerry were made men in the syndicate and thus were entrusted to man one of the organizations "drop houses" to take delivery on merchandise for a new racket. Like other drop houses, this one was unremarkable from the cookie-cutter houses surrounding them in a suburban housing community. The anonymity was important.

	Also, they had to remain out of sight - no witnesses who might remember them from backyard barbecues and discussions about weed-and-feed tactics for the lawn. So they had bought groceries and hunkered down for what they thought would be a week at the most. So far, it had been two weeks and they were down to peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.

	What they lacked in food and entertainment, they made up for in a growing case of cabin fever. They just wanted to get the shipment so they could get out. But when it did arrive, however late, they knew better than to bust the balls of Jimmy Two-Tone.

	Jimmy was also a made guy but had more clout - and a deadlier reputation. While anyone could call him Jimmy Two-Tone, no one dared to ask him how he got the nickname. Chris and Jerry knew, but only from others who explained when Jimmy was well out of earshot (or better yet, out of town). There had been a guy who asked Jimmy directly once. A mere six months later, the curious chap was able to try semi-solid foods again.

	"Yeah, right. I'll rip Jimmy Two-Tone a second asshole," Jerry grumbled. "Fuck you. And fuck peanut butter. Fuck peanut butter up the ass with a two-weeks-with-no-sex hard-on."

	Chris was just about to scoop some peanut butter onto a slice of bread for his own sandwich (with jelly) when he paused. Turning slowly, he held the jar of peanut butter up along with the table knife. Now Jerry took Chris' stare a little more seriously.

	"Did you stick your dick in my peanut butter?" Chris asked in an uncomfortably calm manner.

	"What?"

	"Did you stick-"

	"Yeah, yeah, I heard you. But fuck no, I didn't put my fucking dick in your fucking peanut butter."

	Chris nodded.

	"That's good," he acknowledged. "Don't ever stick your dick in my peanut butter."

	"Yeah, sure. It would never cross my mind," Jerry said with forced cheerfulness.

	When Chris turned back to the counter top, Jerry shuddered. Jerry knew he was going a little crazy being cooped up here, but Chris...shit. While Jerry was a loudmouth, Chris was more quiet and introspective. Well, you know what they say about the quiet ones being the guys you gotta watch...

	When Chris took his sandwich to another room for another game of solitaire, Jerry shook his head and stared at his own half-eaten meal. Peanut butter for breakfast. Fuck!

	Jerry thought it best that they stay in separate rooms for a while so they could each cool down. He knew that Chris figured the same. Otherwise, they'd each be tap-dancing on the other's nerves - not a good thing for a couple of guys who usually worked well together.

	In the silence of the house, the two notes of the doorbell sounded like a massive carillon when they rang about an hour later. Jerry burst from the kitchen, never gladder to see Jimmy Two-Tone than this. He opened the door and saw someone instead who was at least forty years Jimmy's junior.

	"Good Morning," chirped the little blonde in a purple and yellow uniform. "My name is Grace and I'm from Butterfly Girls Group 1449. We're selling raffle tickets with several great prizes donated by areas businesses. Would you be interested, sir? They are five dollars each or five for twenty dollars and they go to a good cause."

	Jerry scanned the area, pissed off at himself for not checking before opening the door. Now he had a witness. Satisfied that there was no one else about, he gestured with his hand.

	"Sure, come in side so that we can negotiate this sale of said raffle tickets."

	Grace's smile dropped a few watts before she answered.

	"I'm sorry, sir, but we're not allowed to go inside a house unless it's someone we know."

	"But I insist," Jerry countered.

	Grace's mouth dropped open as she stared at him. More specifically, she stared at the pistol he was now pointing at her.

	"Nice and easy, no yelling and no running," the man instructed.

	Trembling, Grace did as she was told. As the door closed behind her, she wondered about the forty-five dollars she had already made in sales. The man was going to take it from her and it wasn't nice to rob people, especially Butterfly Girls.
 
Another man came into the room and stared at her.

	"What's this?" he asked.

	"A witness," the first man responded. "Don't we have rope in the garage?"

	"Yeah, thin stuff. But it will do the job. I'll go get it."

	Jerry turned to the little girl and waved his gun.

	"I'll put this away if your promise to behave."

	Grace might have explained to him how Butterfly Girls always respect their promises, but all she could manage was a wide-eyed nod. That seemed to satisfy the man before he waved her on into a bedroom. Like the rest of the house, it was sparsely furnished.

	As Grace walked in front of him, Jerry eyed the way her ass moved beneath her skirt. The legs beneath the hem looked pretty nice - the kid obviously got some exercise from the way her muscles flexed with each step. Damn, it had been so long since he'd had anything good to do and here was a cunt delivered on his doorstep. Sure, there probably wouldn't be any hair on said cunt, but still...

	"How old are you, Grace?" Jerry asked as he had her stop and turn toward him.

	"Eight," she wept.

	"Eight," Jerry mused. "Then you must be really tight."

	Grace looked at him in confusion. Tight? Was he going to tie her up tight when the other man came back with the rope? And why was he suddenly rubbing his pants where his privates were?

	"Here you go," Chris said as he tossed a coil of rope on the bed along with a box cutting knife.

	"Do me a favor," Jerry requested. "And tie a couple of pieces to the headboard will you?"

	"Sure," Chris replied, willing to do anything to break up the boredom. There were posts beneath the headboard on each side that were then anchored to the frame. This made it easy to tie the two cut lengths of rope. He heard Jerry talking to the kid and heard the kid crying louder about something. When he finished with the rope, he turned to see her backpack and badge sash lying on the bed and her weeping as she was unbuttoning her blouse.

	"What?" Chris asked.

	"She's eight, so I'm gonna fuck her," Jerry nonchalantly explained.

	Chris mused about this for a moment while Grace flinched at the bad word.

	"Eight," he murmured. "Then she oughta be really tight."

	Jerry grinned. Now they were on the same page. Sure, he had a few girls in their early teens before - hookers and such, but never one this young. But it had been a tedious two weeks and if he didn't go a little crazy right now, he'd go a lot crazy later.

	"Come on, Chickie-Pie, let's hurry it up," he ordered.

	Gracie's shoes and knee socks came after her blouse. Mortified that the man might see her underpants, she removed her Butterfly Girls wristwatch instead to give him time to change his mind. But he didn't and her skirt crumpled to the floor with a couple of her tears dotting it.

	Now she stood in front of two men with her hands trying to hide her undies from them.

	"One last thing," Jerry said.

	Gracie burst into tears, much louder than before.

	"But...but...I'll be n-n-n..."

	"Naked?" Jerry asked with a grin. "That's the point. How else am I gonna fuck you?"

	Gracie heard that word again. She didn't understood what it meant, only that it was one she should never say. She pushed her panties down and stepped out of them. Before she stood upright again, she protectively cupped her crotch. But her modesty was short-lived as she was pulled onto the bed by her arms where each man secured a wrist to the ropes there.

	"She's all yours," Chris said to his partner as he headed from the room. "Call me when it's my turn."

	Jerry quickly undressed and crawled onto the bed. The panicked young captive tried to scoot back away from him but he merely laughed and took hold of each ankle to open her legs. When she saw the man gazing at her bared privates, Gracie squeaked and shut her eyes.

	The Butterfly Girl's cunny was so bald and little. Licking his lips, Jerry thought it a shame that she hadn't been given more attention in this way before. But if it had to fall to him to be the one to bust her open, so be it.

	Jerry hawked a gob of spit into his palm and smeared it over his dick head. Then he pushed it against her hairless mound, making the soft labia open for him so he could press against the tiny aperture of her virgin quim. Knowing she would be a hard fit to get into, Jerry rammed forward, sundering the little girl's maidenhead as she helplessly wailed.

	Grace kicked frantically as the hurtful thing bore into her, opening her in a way she never imagined. But her legs were too widely spread with Jerry's pelvis between them and all she could manage were ineffectual thumps with her feet as the man battered his way into her bleeding little cunt.

	The slick lining of the eight year-old's pussy squeezed and slid over him like another layer of flesh grafted onto his prick. As the child flailed desperately beneath him, she could do nothing to stop the full penetration of her immature twat until her cervix kept him from violating the place where she would later make babies with a man she loved.

	Showing no concern for the age of his victim, Jerry raped the third grader with thrusts that bruised the tender flesh of her pussy. Her hairless labia were spread obscenely around his sliding dick with crimson stains of her leaking virgin remnants trickling over the delicate surface. The hurtful grinding that stabbed up into her belly sapped her strength and she was soon lying still beneath the man pummeling her between her legs.

	Jerry paid no mind to the hiccups and keening of the little girl tied to the bed. Her raped cunt was making better noises for him to enjoy; lewd, soupy notes as the prepubescent tunnel was pounded with a thick, hard cock. And that cock was making her into a woman years before her breasts would begin to bud.

	Enjoying the pressure building in his loins, Jerry grunted as his semen began to surge through his member. It felt like his dick was a foot wide as he sent his jism shooting into the child, defiling the tiny chamber her cervix had been protecting. Her hot little pussy demanded to be filled and he felt pleasantly drained by the time he was done with her.

	If she hoped for mercy from the second man, she got instead another large prick stretching her throbbing twat, scraping as it pounded inside her slim body before erupting with the hot goo that frightened her with the force with which it was injected into her sex. Neither man seemed intent on letting her go and it was only when the doorbell rang that she was left alone to dread what else this day might bring.

	Pausing to peer down the street, Kaitlyn saw no sign of Grace. They were supposed to have met by now. The plan had been for each girl to go door-to-door in the direction of each other's house until they met. Then they'd sell their remaining raffle tickets together; or at least as many of them as they could. Each girl in their group had been given three hundred tickets at Thursday's meeting but had been told they weren't expected to sell all of them. Still, selling all of them would be over a thousand dollars in sales for each girl and wouldn't that be something!

	Grace and Kaitlyn had talked about doing such a thing yesterday and had big plans for Saturday. But now Kaitlyn could see Grace's house which meant she had gone well past halfway. She considered skipping the rest of the houses to go check on her friend. She hoped Grace wasn't sick.

	After thinking it over, Kaitlyn decided she'd stop at the last three houses before she reached the corner. If Grace didn't appear by then, Kaitlyn would skip the next block and go directly to her house.

	At the next house, Kaitlyn sold two more tickets just as the couple living there was getting ready to leave for the day. Feeling pleased with her decision, she skipped along to the next house with her twin braids swinging. When she reached her stop, a barefoot man wearing only jeans answered the door.

	"Another Butterfly Girl?" Chris asked before the redhead on the porch could begin her rehearsed sales speech.

	"Oh!" Kaitlyn replied. "My friend was supposed to meet me but I haven't seen her."

	"Is she blonde?"

	"Yes, her name is Grace."

	"That's her, alright. She's inside and has been very busy. Come on in."

	Kaitlyn wouldn't have entered a stranger's house but if Grace was here, it must be alright. The man pointed her toward the back of the first floor and followed her as she entered a bedroom. There, she froze as her innocent mind tried to process what she was seeing.

	Grace was lying on the bed with no clothes on. Her arms were spread with ropes on them. Her friend was crying and when Kaitlyn looked between her legs, she could see that her private parts had been hurt. There were bloodstains and lots of thick white stuff dripping out (how had it gotten in there?) and it was smeared all over her private area and on the insides of her thighs.

	Before Kaitlyn could do or ask anything, a heavy hand clapped down on her small shoulder and squeezed.

	Crying, Kaitlyn lay face down on top of Grace. The men didn't tie her up but she understood that they would if she didn't behave. When her cunny made contact with the sticky mess soiling her friend's crotch, Kaitlyn reflexively jerked her hips up.

	Placing a hand on the redhead's fleshy little ass globes, Chris pressed down and forced the snatches of the two young captives together. This time, he'd get first crack at a hairless crack.

	Grace could only look at Kaitlyn in fear, her sobbed words unintelligible as she tried to explain what happened. But Kaitlyn learned when the man's prick suddenly barged into her miniature hole, tearing her dainty cherry apart.

	Writhing in pain, she tried to escape the vicious ripping inside her body but nothing could prevent the heaving impalement of her innocent pussy as the engorged meat spread her tiny, unwilling sex tunnel open for raping. For a moment, Grace was spared her friend's terrified screams as the wind was driven from Kaitlyn. With her mouth open in silent agony, the eight year-old lost her innocence as her undersized twat was jammed full of the gangster's prick.

	Like her little friend, Kaitlyn provided a snug, sopping hole for a man to play in. The plunging cock squeezed her virginal blood from between his shaft and her bald labia, allowing it to mix with the rape goo smeared all over Grace's snatch and even trickled inside as they now shared a bond in their violent deflorations.

	Unable to stop the bewildering and painful assault, Kaitlyn hugged Grace and both girls took solace in the embrace. Grace could feel how Kaitlyn was being pushed against her and understood the feel of a thick cock slamming into a childish cunt hole - just what her friend was enduring now. Kaitlyn's initial education into this act concluded with a gush of steaming liquid that inundated her immature little organs.

	Then the lesson repeated with Jerry on top of her, pressing her against Grace.

	It was Chris who noticed the odd expression that occasionally flitted across Grace's face. As his eyes travelled across the sleek, sweat-shiny figures of the little girls, he understood how Jerry's fucking was making the two bald pussies grind rhythmically. The redhead was probably still too full of cock to notice but the blonde beneath her was getting flashes of something good. Grinning, he went to the garage.

	Jerry was getting dressed when Chris returned. Not that he was done with their new acquisitions, but he wasn't one to walk around in the nude. You never knew when trouble was going to hit and he didn't want to face it with his schlong whipping about.

	Chris was also dressed and pulled the second kid, Kaitlyn to her knees on the bed before handing her something. It was a screwdriver and he had her hold it by the shaft.

	"Now you get to fuck your friend with it," he announced.

	Kaitlyn gaped and was about to shake her head when Chris gripped her hand.

	"Either you do it or I do it. And you know how gentle I am. Go on - put the handle in - it's little smaller than a dick, anyway."

	Her face conveying a silent apology, Kaitlyn pushed the screwdriver handle into Grace's bald cunny. Both girls moaned as it went in - Grace as she was once again opened in her private place and Kaitlyn as she heard the gurgle of escaping fuck slime that added to the mess in her friend's crotch.

	"Now twist it - go around," Chris instructed.

	Grace's snatch was still throbbing from her earlier abuse but the handle felt good as its angles and ridges ground against the soft surfaces of her prepubescent cunt. She didn't know why this was happening in the midst of all these bad things, but she welcomed the teases and twists developing in her agitated little twat.

	At Chris' orders, Kaitlyn angled the screwdriver upward so that the flare at the shaft end of the handle was slapping against Grace's clit as it was turned. Kaitlyn was frightened when Grace moaned but the two men could tell by how the little blonde rolled her hips that she was getting off.

	"Hey Grace, do you want her to go harder?' Chris inquired.

	"Yes," the little girl croaked as she was molested.

	"You heard her," Jerry told Kaitlyn.

	"But..." the redhead protested.

	"Please," Grace whined. "Something is happening and I want it to...I...ummm..."

	Not understanding, Kaitlyn did as her friend begged. Was Grace going crazy? It suddenly seemed worse as Grace shouted and jerked on the bed before going still and mumbling.

	When Chris started to untie Grace's right wrist, Jerry did the same to her left. Taking a chair from the kitchen, Chris brought it to the bedroom where Kaitlyn was tied to it with her legs widely spread. With her limbs spread, her smooth cunny lips opened wider and more semen with pink traces of her cherry blood dribbled out. Jerry remarked how cute she looked like that and Kaitlyn only moaned in humiliation.

	"Make her feel like you did," Chris ordered and Grace took the screwdriver.

	Seeing her friend, Kaitlyn thrashed in her chair as the blunt end pushed against her pale vulva.

	"Noooo!" she pled.

	"It's okay," Grace said, still afraid for the both of them but wanting to give her friend this one bit of goodness.

	Kaitlyn wept as she was violated again but soon learned of other things that could happen between her legs. By the time she came, the screwdriver handle had once again been cleansed by the flow of prepubescent pleasure juices.

	Just as Jerry and Chris were deciding what was next, the doorbell rang again. Jerry went to answer it while Chris re-tied Grace to the bed.

	"What the fuck?" Jerry muttered gleefully. "We're gonna have a fucking harem before the day is done."

	When he opened the door, he saw someone he did not want to fuck. Beneath the steel gray hair and from behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses, the new arrival stared at Jerry.

	"Hey!" Jerry exclaimed. "Welcome to the fucking neighborhood."

	"Yeah, just open the garage door and we can do a meet-and-greet in there."

	And then Jimmy Two-Tone turned and walked back to the driveway.

	Chris was fully dressed and joined Jerry in the garage as Jimmy rolled in behind the wheel of a white Toyota Sienna van.

	"Very fucking nice," Jerry cracked as Jimmy got out. "You look very suburban-like in that thing."

	"So will you," Jimmy replied as he tossed Jerry the keys. "Give me your keys."

	Chris handed Jimmy the keys to the Chrysler 300 sedan they had driven here. It was a nice car, but not too flashy to attract notice.

	"I'll drive this back and you two take the van to our friends in Cleveland. They will take care of the distribution."

	"What's the load?" asked Chris.

	Jimmy told him to close the garage door. When it was done, he slid open one of the side doors to reveal several large, unmarked cartons. Opening one, he took out two brightly colored boxes and handed one each to Jerry and Chris.

	"They're fucking dolls," Jerry spat while Chris eyed his more critically.

	"What? Is there coke stashed inside these things?" he asked Jimmy.

	Jimmy nodded in acknowledgement of Chris' theory but then shook his head.

	"They're Sorceress Sisters," he explained. "Ever heard of them?"

	When both men shook their heads, Jimmy elaborated.

	"It's one of those animated shows - 3D cartoons - on that kids' network, Wonder Vision. It came out this year and popular as hell. But the execs at Land-Fields studios fucked something up. For once, they didn't have merchandising ready. It was something about contracts getting screwed up or something.

	Anyway, the dolls and other stuff come out next month. If we had started selling ours now, it would be noticed as contraband. So we wait until the licensed dolls are out. People are clamoring for them and prices will be jacked up. So we'll sell them a little cheaper and without the hassle of crowded stores."

	"So these shipped in from China?" Chris asked.

	"No. The real stuff is being made in China. These were made in Columbia. One of our business partners got tired of getting his fields burned by their government or our DEA, so he's gotten into manufacturing, instead. So no one here or there in either government is going to give a shit about toys being made without the paperwork. This first lot is to show people the quality - probably better than the shit from China."

	"We were stuck here for two fucking weeks for a bunch of fucking dolls," Jerry muttered.

	"This contraband stuff could be really big," Jimmy lectured. "Maybe not quite as much money as narcotics, but a damned sight cheaper and not nearly as risky. You think the feds will send out SWAT teams to take down someone dealing in unlicensed Blowjob Barbies?"

	"Yeah, I see your point," Jerry admitted.

	"Okay, then. Hey, I've been in your places a few times over the years - holed up and bored out of my mind. You guys okay?"

	"Oh yeah," Jerry replied. "In fact, we've been fucking a couple of Butterfly Girls."
Chris winced but Jimmy only looked at Jerry. Yeah, Jimmy remembered what it was like. He had probably said crazy shit like that, too, at the end of some of his assignments.

	"Alright, I'm out of here," he said as he motioned for Chris to press the garage door opener on the wall. "You guys wait an hour or so and you can leave, too."

	Humming a happy tune, Jerry returned to the bedroom and untied Grace from the bed. He pulled her until she was in front of Kaitlyn in her chair.

	"On your knees, kid," he ordered. "Popping cherries is messy work and my dick needs cleaning. Now open up."

	Grace was confused. Surely he didn't want to put his thing in her mouth! But the hands that started to twist her hair told her otherwise. Within seconds, her open mouth was plugged with Jerry's meat. As he instructed, she kept her teeth clear of him and began to suck. He roughly tugged at her hair and she quickly rocked back and forth to save her scalp from the abuse.

	Gurgling and drooling, the little girl clasped her lips around the man's erection, sliding back and forth along its length as she was forced to give her first blowjob. She came perilously close to gagging and used her tongue to help keep his dick head from pushing too far back. Fortunately, the man didn't seem to mind how she used that small muscle against him.

	When Chris came in, he merely glanced at Grace and Jerry. Taking his place beside Kaitlyn's chair, he turned her head to face his throbbing hard-on. Resigned to what she must do, the eight year-old took the cock in her mouth and began to orally pleasure it just as her friend was doing. As it slid over her tongue for the first time, she couldn't help moaning in despair.

	She knew what rape felt like - now she knew what it tasted like, as well.

	Ten minutes later, she heard Grace keening helplessly. Shifting her eyes, she saw Jerry holding Grace's head tightly to his crotch. When Grace finally gulped, he released her. Gasping for air, Grace had her mouth wide open. Kaitlyn saw a small white bead of liquid escape and knew what was coming for her. When Chris finally exploded in her mouth, she shut her eyes and swallowed quickly to send more of his seed into another place inside her immature body.

	After Chris pulled out, Kaitlyn took a long breath of prick-free air. As she was doing so, Jerry tied one of Grace's hands and one of her feet to Kaitlyn's chair.

	"It should take you a little while to get free," he said. "We'll put your stuff out in the living room and you can go."

	"Make sure you take everything because the doors are set to auto-lock after you," Chris cautioned them.

	Then the men left and they were alone.

	It was nearly another hour before Grace, and then Kaitlyn were free. Padding softly on bare feet, they cautiously emerged from the bedroom to find the house deserted. Their next stop was the bathroom where they washed the filth from their crotches and wondered how long it would be until they felt clean inside.

	When they went into the living room, they found their clothes in a heap on the coffee table. They were halfway dressed when Grace noticed the two boxes underneath.

	"Look," she said as she pulled the remaining clothes from them. "Sorceress Sisters!"

	Despite their recent ordeals, both of them had their little girl instincts of wonder still intact.

	"But these aren't in the stores, yet," Kaitlyn noted. "I always look when I go shopping with my mom."

	There was a doll for each of the two title characters from the show. As one was blonde and the other had red hair, there was no discussion needed as to which was each girl's favorite. The pair of them had spent many long hours pretending to be their heroines.

	Once they were dressed, Grace put her doll her in her backpack while Kaitlyn was doing the same with the shoulder pouch she had been carrying on her sales route. It had only been hours ago but now it felt like days.

	"Hey, they took all my raffle tickets and...oh!"

	Checking her backpack, Grace discovered the same thing. All of her tickets were gone - or rather the claim portions of them. The stubs used for the drawings were there along with a stash of twenties. Each of them had been bought out and now they wondered what would happen if these men won. Would they return to collect their prizes?

	Grace didn't know what to say or whether to laugh or to cry. Swallowing hard, she did nothing at all. Then both girls' gazes fell on one remaining item left on the table.

	It was the screwdriver.

	Kaitlyn picked it up and put it in her pouch before meeting her friend's eyes with her own.

	"We can share it," she promised.



Copyright (c) 2018 madvlad

madvlad@mrdouble.com
http://www.mrdouble.bz/htm/authors/madvlad.htm




























This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


--

Double for Nothing!!  Tricks for Free!!!

http://www.mrdouble.bz

Be There.....