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story_codes: M/g(5), rape, semi-cons, supernatural

story_intro: Little Peggy is orphaned with no place to go until she is taken in by a carnival. All too quickly, she becomes the play toy of the coven and every freak - natural and otherwise - that desires the pleasure of her five year-old body. 

story_language: English




Carnival Alaxizz, Story 2

Written by madvlad


	Although spirits were usually high and free at the carnival, this crowd held even more energy, Wendell noted with hunger. Just last week had been VE Day and America was still rejoicing with their warriors who had succeeded in disposing of the late and unlamented Wilhelm II.

	No, he mentally corrected himself. Not Wilhelm - the last of the Kaisers had been in the previous "great" war. The latest petty tyrant was Hitler. But he was no more, either, and Wendell had better things to do with his centuries than to track the details of every crazed dictator who rose to power and caused mass slaughter.

	Approaching one of the carnival trailers, he greeted the priest standing there with a little girl. The child looked confused at the gaiety surrounding her as she fretfully wrung her hands.

	"Good afternoon, Mr. Bolique," Father Shaughnessy replied. "This is the girl I mentioned, Peggy."

	Wendell knelt on one knee in front of the girl, unmindful of the dirt that would get on his suit pants. His dark eyes locked onto the child's green ones, holding her in place like a deer in an automobile's headlights. She had pale skin and hair so dark it might be black. Her clothing was plain but clean. A white blouse and light gray sweater with a skirt of darker gray - the uniform of the orphanage she had been sent to last week and where Shaughnessy held the post of director.

	"So Peggy, how would you like to come live at the carnival?" Wendell asked with a sunny smile that belied his darker desires. 

	The girl didn't respond but Wendell only gave her a gentle pat on the head as he stood. With a thought, the stain on his pants leg from the dirt had vanished.

	"Such a tragedy," the priest intoned piously. "Her father killed at Normandy last year and now her mother after the accident at the mill. Here she is, only five years old and alone in the world. But as I told her, she's never alone when there are those who think of her."

	"True," Wendell said, matching the priest's false sincerity. "So there will be no family looking for her?"

	"None of any importance or close relation," Shaughnessy confirmed. "She's yours to look after and may the blessings of the church be upon you."

	"And upon you," Wendell said with a gracious nod. "In fact, there's a blessing for you in that tent over there."

	With a knowing grin, Shaughnessy strode off to where Wendell was pointing. Inside was an eight year-old boy, naked and trussed up and ready for the immoral priest's communion. The boy had thought it a grand adventure to run away from home and join the carnival. And who was Wendell to deprive the lad of his excitement?

	Turning to Peggy, Wendell gestured to the trailer door at the top of a small set of stairs.

	"Shall I show you your new home?" he asked benevolently.

	Silently, Peggy took the man's hand and let herself be led inside.

	"Now this is a perfect place for a little girl, don't you think?" Wendell asked.

	Peggy looked around inside the trailer. There was nothing but an empty room with plain wood floors, walls, and ceiling. 

	"There's nothing here," she said quietly.

	"Ah, but there's everything I need," the man replied with a leer that rooted the girl in place. "Of course, we don't need those."

	With a lunge, Wendell grabbed the collar of the girl's blouse and sweater and ripped them from her body. Stunned by the sudden violence, Peggy was frozen as Wendell then took her skirt by the waist and tore that free. The youngster fell to the floor, scuttling backward from the man. But she was easy prey and Wendell easily captured each ankle and removed the shoe and sock one leg at a time. When he reached for her loose-fitting underpants, she finally found her voice.

	"Noo! This is scary!"

	"Really?" Wendell asked, surprised. "I don't find this scary at all. In fact, this is quite enjoyable although the next part will be even more fun. You'll see."

	Peggy wailed as her undies were torn from her. Undeterred from her tearful protests Wendell rolled the girl around, groping her powdery smooth body with his large and abnormally (by human standards) strong hands.

	"Juicy little ass cheeks," he noted as he pried the five year-old's tiny buttocks apart and squeezed them with tremendous force. "They'll be fun to bounce against when you're getting ass fucked, don't you think? Of course, we'll have to widen the road here."

	Peggy sobbed with terror as the delicate pink rosebud of her anus was fingered. Then Wendell spun her over again and squeezed her hairless mons with a thumb and forefinger. The small bit of female flesh bulged in his grip before he let it go to manipulate the round little twat lips, spreading them open to observe the innocence of Peggy's virgin barrier. 

	"How cute," Wendell chuckled. "You've been saving yourself just for me. Well, it would be rude to disregard such a gift."

	Wendell may have been ancient and unholy, but he did pride himself on having good manners - when he felt like using them. Laying the girl flat on the floor, he pulled her legs wide, sliding his hands along the lusciously smooth skin of her thighs and brushing the sides of her vulva with his thumbs. Peggy blinked as she noticed he was suddenly naked - she hadn't seen him disrobe.

	Then her attention was focused on the enormous prick jutting from his crotch. She wasn't sure what it was for, but the way he held it instinctively told the girl that he meant to do something with it on her. 

	Wendell forced the end of his penis against the child's pussy, making her scream as her hairless lips bulged and spread around the man's meat. Still, her entrance was too small as he tried to work his way in until he had her stretched quite literally to the breaking point.

	Wendell focused his powers, working changes on the girl's body that would allow her to physically accept things that were unnatural. Space would become relative within her. That was the easy part. Conquering the mind was something else that required more subtlety and still was never a guarantee - what with free will and the resiliency of the human spirit. But Wendell's immediate and long range plans for the girl were purely of a physical nature so he was content for her to be a recreational diversion.

	Satisfied that the girl was ready, Wendell plunged his prick into the hairless folds of her defenseless cunt. Peggy shrieked as her maidenhead was shredded and Wendell laughed as he felt the hot splash of her blood on his glans. He continued pushing inward, forcing the virgin tunnel open to a magnitude a five year-old's body could not have done naturally. Still further he dug into the little girl's fleshy fuck socket, feeling her pulse pound through her agonizingly taut tissues and against his rigid shaft.

	Peggy was paralyzed as she watched inch after inch of the man's cock sliding into her impossibly stretched cunny. She could feel it wetly scraping inside of her pussy tube and was afraid he would drive it right into her heart. Had this been a natural coupling, he would have torn her apart inside and actually reached her rapidly beating muscle. But the forces now at work in this very special room allowed him to penetrate her sex in a way unrestricted by ordinary dimensions. 

	As his wiry pubic hair pressed against the child's smooth crotch, he knew she could feel every inch she had taken, regardless of the methods he had used to keep her body intact. Her surface belly was slightly swollen from the girth of his member inside and he watched it rise and fall as he proceeded to enjoy his virgin prize. 

	Peggy had gone mostly silent from shock, making only choking noises as she stared wide-eyed at the man on top of her. Wendell wasn't smothering her - he held himself up with his arms so he could peer down to his chest and watch the little girl's priceless expression as she was relentlessly fucked. 

	After hundreds of strokes, Wendell changed positions, keeping Peggy on her back while her nearly folded her body in half by pushing her legs onto her torso and changing the angle of presentation of her twat. Now he rammed downward into the tot's tight cuntlet, noting the rivulets of blood from her ruptured cherry that had created a web of tracks on her crotch and thighs. Every shove inward produced more spurts of the stuff and the note of added terror in Peggy's sounds told Wendell she saw it too. 

	Wendell satisfied himself with that but wanted to give his new toy a good view of the effects of her insemination. He knelt and pulled the girl up his thighs by the waist, moving her back and forth along his cock. The five year-old's defiled pussy clung to his rampaging prick every inch of the way.

	"Watch," he commanded.

	With her head on the floor, Peggy watched the man continue to rape her kindergarten-sized twatlet. She was compelled to obey; the sight of his meat working between her legs adding to the horror of the pounding she was feeling inside. 

	Wendell's balls demanded release and he let them pour their contents into the little girl's abused snatch. And of course they produced much more than any normal man could ever dream of. Peggy felt unbearable pressure as she was filled, the man's issue jetting through her cervix until it forced her uterus to expand in a way it wasn't meant to until years from now. Peggy gibbered as her tummy expanded roundly, making her tiny figure appear grossly pregnant. 

	With a few twists and a pop, Wendell pulled free. A bloody gush of semen surged from the little girl's twat, splattering her legs and the floor as her tummy slowly deflated. In a strangely fatherly manner, Wendell patted her cheek. 

	"What a lovely cherry cocktail to begin a banquet with," he said. "And of course we have many guests on the invitation list."

	He got up, leaving the stunned orphan on the floor as the obscene flood slowed to a trickle from between her legs. His clothes were back on and another man entered, bowing his head to Wendell as Wendell exited. Peggy hoped this man was here to save her - perhaps he was a doctor. But when he lowered his pants and to show what he had ready for her, the girl knew there was no salvation here.

	
Peggy's day was long. More men came into the trailer, plunging their meat into her tight little five year-old holes. She could count up to twenty (something she had been proud of) but had no idea how many times a thrusting cock made her stretch and moan. And not just in her little mound. 

	There were times when they had put their poles of flesh in her mouth, ramming down her throat and threatening to asphyxiate her. Their discharge went straight into her tummy, eventually making her feel bloated even before someone else entered her from below the waist. And that could just as easily mean in her bottom. The first time had been as big a shock as the first time Wendell had raped her but now the youngster was quite used to having a thick cock plundering her little rectum and creaming her bowels with thick cum.

	Wendell also returned many times - more than twenty she might have guessed and had used all three of her holes, varying his choice on a whim. There was the time Wendell brought a friend of his, Arthur. Arthur lived somewhere back East and had a cock equal in length and girth to Wendell's. 

	They took her while standing up. While Wendell ass-ripped into her tender young rump, Arthur drove his meat into her impossibly tiny cuntlet. The child was nearly having convulsions as the men rammed her up and down, spearing her bruised channels with their burning cocks until they simultaneously ejaculated. The five year-old though she'd pop as she felt the skin on her belly growing tight as her womb and guts filled with their rape seed. 

	But sometimes something else happened. Something she began to crave. It sometimes made the men (and women every now and then) laugh and call her a slut and a whore. She didn't know what those words meant, but if they meant she was having those quivering, bursting reactions in her sex, she certainly wanted to be a slut and a whore as often as possible. 

	Kara, Wendell's wife who did extraordinary things with her tongue inside the child, called it "cumming". Kara always made Peggy act like a slut and a whore, but sometimes after causing the tyke some pain in the way she used her tongue. 

	Peggy wondered when this day would ever end. She wasn't hungry yet and although all of the sexual acts made her tired, she wasn't sleepy. There was no way of telling how many hours this had been going on.

	Peggy's face was on the floor while she remained on her knees. Her burning asshole was up in the air, exposed but the girl didn't care - she was long past feeling embarrassed about her nudity. Her torn clothing still lay where Wendell had tossed it that first time. 

	The man who had just finished with her rear was a huge black man with yellow eyes and teeth filed to points. He had told Peggy on more than one occasion how much he loved buggering little white girls and that she was his favorite.

	"Any others your size would just up and blow apart if I was porking them with this," he said, hefting his monstrous dick. "But watching your lily white cheeks hugging on my black cock while you're squeezing me in that fine little ass of yours....mmm, mmm."

	Peggy wished she wasn't his favorite. The big man bowed his head in deference to the next man coming in and Peggy knew that Wendell was back again. 

	Kneeling behind the girl, Wendell lifted her by the hips and regarded the child's red, gaping anus.

	"Looks like Ru's done a number on you again," he chuckled. "No matter, it will close up while I use your cunt - just like always."

	Peggy knew what that meant but could still not restrain the sharp gasp that escaped her lips as the man plowed into her cunny. In an instant, the little girl's bald, cutely rounded mons was transformed into a ring of obscenely stretched flesh. Her vaginal walls were taut, slick from the repeated slathering of fuck slime of others as Wendell's cock reamed her kiddy cunt. 

	Peggy felt her nipples hardening as the pre-orgasmic sensations fluttered in her twat. She wasn't aware of how much she was drooling as she fixed her mind on the engorged cock that was plumbing every snug inch of her channel.

	Wendell's hands nearly completely encircled the girl as he used her from behind. Thick, gooey noises marked every thrust inside her tiny honey hole along with the anxious little grunts from Peggy's mouth. With his fingertips, he could feel her belly expand and contract with every stroke. Her quivering told him that she was cumming, but he kept his pace, fucking the five year-old with deep, forceful strokes until his sperm was thundering into her body once more and making her swell.

	Lowering Peggy back to the position he found her, Wendell watched his jism plopping from her puffy quim and adding another shiny coat over her hairless sex. Her asshole was closed now but the child's dripping pussy was also very inviting. 

	Turning to leave, Wendell saw Ernie, one of the carnival's freaks. Although such displays were now considered politically incorrect, the crowds still flocked to see the likes of Ernie who was billed as the Pig Man. His porcine snout of a nose, slightly pointed ears, and heavy body certainly made him look the part. He was, in face, the progeny of a drunken sorcerer and an unfortunate sow from a company picnic more than thirty years ago.

	"Bring home the bacon to her, Ernie," Wendell joked as he clapped the rotund man on the shoulder. 

	Ernie snorted in pig-like amusement, his beady eyes already fixed on Peggy's plump little twatlet. What the outsiders never saw were some of Ernie's other piggy attributes - like the corkscrew-shaped cock he sported. Wendell had watched on more than one occasion when Ernie had worked that tool into Peggy's tiny snatch. Wendell grinned as he left the trailer, knowing that Ernie would soon have Peggy squealing like a, well, you know.

	A vibration in his coat pocket made Wendell pause and pull his iPhone out to check a text message. As he answered, Kara slid next to him from seemingly nowhere and snaked an arm around his.

	"Still seeing that little tramp?" Kara purred.

	"Of course," Wendell replied smugly. "Surely you can't be jealous after all this time, can you?"

	"Oh, I'm not jealous of you fucking her," Kara laughed. "I'm just envious of her. To remain in that time-blocking chamber and still be five years old - remaining so small and tight while thousands of those huge, delicious cocks were getting jammed in me. Such a lucky girl, even if she still thinks it's...what year did we get her?"

	"1945," Wendell answered. "This year is her sixty-ninth with us."

	"Ooh, my favorite human number," Kara purred.

	About a year ago, Wendell had roughly calculated that Peggy, who had never aged one second inside the chamber, had been fucked at least six hundred thousand times. If they ever brought her outside, she would still be just as young as she was the day Father Shaughnessy had delivered her to Wendell, aging once again at a normal rate with her entire life ahead of her - or until they put her back inside the chamber masked as a trailer. 

	A few centuries ago, they had done that with another girl of five. After keeping her in the chamber for fifty or so years, they brought her out. Six years later, just as her breasts were beginning to blossom, they had put her back inside and enjoyed another few decades with the girl just on the cusp of puberty. 

	"Where did you fuck her?" Kara asked as she pulled him into the shadows between two tents.

	"Her cunt," he said, unzipping his fly.

	Standing upright, Kara stuck her tongue out, letting it elongate and drop below Wendell's waist. It went inside, curling around his cock and let her taste the sweet flavor of five year-old pussy. Slowly, Kara retracted her tongue, cleaning Peggy's essence from Wendell and bringing it into her mouth as her eyes closed in bliss.

	"We can bump some space in Peggy's schedule for you," Wendell said humorously.

	"I really have neglected the girl," Kara acknowledged. "It's been nearly a week. But our people have procured some little girls from a local foster care group and I need to attend to them. The poor little things still have their cherries and are in desperate need of some tongue raping."

	"Oh yes," Wendell agreed. "You must always think of the children."

	Walking hand in hand, the contented couple strolled down the midway crowded with visitors oblivious to the darkness lurking among the swirl of lights.



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