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story_codes: MMM/g(8), g/g (12/8), non- cons, preg, lact, supernatural, incest

story_intro: For Betsy, it's a dream come true. She gets to stay at the carnival, free to enjoy the rides and all of the junk food, away from the lustful eyes of her mother's boyfriend, and able to stay up late. Of course, even little carny girls have to earn their keep and Betsy is about to learn how babies are made when she becomes breeding stock.


story_language: English




Carnival Alaxizz, Story 5

Written by madvlad


Author's Trivia Note: the governor and his daughters were first mentioned in the story 'The Candidate's Daughter' which does not have to be read to follow this story.


	Betsy couldn't help lagging behind her mother and her mother's boyfriend as she gaggled at the sights of the carnival midway. Her long brown hair swayed as her head kept swiveling.

	"Girl, get your ass over here!" her mother growled. Turning to her boyfriend, Clem, she grumbled, "I swear, if some carny weirdo offers me ten bucks for her, I'll take it."

	Clem nodded but said nothing. Yeah, having the kid around was kind of a pain in the ass. But she was a cute thing and lately he had been wondering how tight her little snatch would be on his cock. He had spanked her a few times with the permission of Jan, her mother. The kid had a nice ass and Jan hadn't thought anything of him pulling the girl's pants down. He said it was to make the spanks sting more and Jan was fine with that. One of these days, he'd turn that kid over after reddening her ass cheeks and hit another part of her.

	An attractive, well-dressed woman suddenly appeared in front of them.

	"I'm sorry, but I may partly to blame for your little problem," the woman said, pointing to Betsy as the girl trotted up to them. 

	"Huh?" Jan asked, her eyes narrowing.

	"Let me explain," the woman said with an easy smile. "I'm Kara Knight. My husband, Wendell, and I own the carnival. It's been in the family for over a hundred years and I'm afraid we have quite a history of getting kids distracted to the point where they wander off."

	"Yeah, uh...well..." Jan sputtered, feeling outclassed. She hated being outclassed and it was a frequent experience for her.

	"Anyway, we have a program that allows children to live with some of our children for a while and experience all of the things that make the magic of a carnival happen.  It's our way of giving back to the community and let's face it, it will give you and your gentleman here some time for yourselves."

	Clem puffed up at being called a gentleman. Unlike Jan's instances of being outclassed, his designation of "gentleman" was not a frequent occurrence.

	"You mean you'd take her on now?" Jan asked, surprised at how well this offer fit in with what she had been wishing for.

	"Yes and take this," Kara said as she handed a red card to Jan. "This is a pass for free everything - rides, food, merchandise, the beer tent, you name it. Don't worry about clothes for Betsy since we have plenty of kids with us and plenty of clothes."

	It never occurred to Jan and Clem that this woman somehow knew the girl's name.  Kara waved to someone behind them and they turned to see a slim young girl approaching. Clem eyed the coltish legs and the little mounds poking at the girl's shirt. New tits, he thought. Yeah, he'd do her in no time flat. Then he wondered if this Kara bitch wanted to simply make a trade.

	"This is my daughter, Tanith," Kara said warmly. "She can take Betsy and show her around."

	"Is there some sort of form or something we gotta sign?" Jan asked, her mind turning more to all of the free stuff and good times they'd get on the card than to the welfare of her only child.

	"What's the need among friends?" Kara laughed lightly.

	Jan and Clem laughed with her and walked off. Kara mentally finished her spell and by the time the couple had made twenty steps away, both had a vague knowledge of Betsy going off to live with some relatives permanently.

	Betsy blinked, confused and hopeful. She was going to stay at the carnival?

	"Tanith, why don't you show Betsy a good time?" Kara said to her daughter. Don't worry about any bed time. When she's tired, then you can get her in the right bed."

	Catching her mother's meaning, Tanith winked at her and placed her arm around the other girl's shoulders. 

	"Come on, Betsy, let's go. You want something to eat?"

	Betsy was used to getting scolded or smacked if she asked for anything too grand. 

	"Maybe a little bag of popcorn?" she asked in a small voice.

	Tanith walked up to a concession booth and tapped on the counter. 

	"Hey Ned! A jumbo bucket!"

	The clean-cut looking man smiled and gave her an enormous plastic container, making Betsy's eyes bug out. As they walked along, munching their snack, Tanith pointed to the rides.

	"We can also ride whatever you want. We can ride 'til you puke, if you want. That'll make more room for more popcorn and other stuff."

	Betsy giggled and then turned somber.

	"How long can I stay here before I have to go back home?"

	Tanith turned to her and stared deep into the younger girl's eyes in a way that seemed to latch onto Betsy's soul.

	"Forever, if you want."

	Betsy blinked.

	"Oh," was all she could say. It was a shock, but she didn't mind.

	As they walked toward the rides, Betsy noticed a slight hitch in Tanith's stride.

	"Are you hurt?" she asked, concerned about her wonderful new friend.

	"Huh? Oh not really," Tanith explained, feeling a twitch in her rear. "My Uncle Sandor came to visit yesterday and he always likes to roughhouse."

	It was past midnight when a bleary-eyed Betsy was taken to a trailer with a single bed. After Tanith helped her undress, Betsy looked around with puzzled expression.

	"Where are the pajamas?"

	"You don't need them," Tanith said with a grin as she playfully pushed the younger girl onto the bed.

	Betsy giggled as they wrestled for a few minutes until Tanith had her hands pinned above her head. She felt the cold touch of metal on her wrists and the accompanying clicks meant she was now shackled.

	"Hey, that's not fair!" Betsy protested.

	Sitting on Betsy's belly, Tanith gave her a smug look and then stuck her tongue out. Betsy giggled again while Tanith slid down toward her feet, keeping her tongue protruding. Once she was far enough, she lowered her head between Betsy's legs and swept her tongue over the child's bald mons.

	"Hey!" Betsy squeaked. "That's where I pee. That's gross."

	When Betsy tried to kick her legs, Tanith grabbed them at the knees. For the first time, Betsy became worried as the older girl's grip was startlingly strong. Tanith returned her attention to the eight year-old's quim, gnawing and licking at it. She ignored the little girl's high-pitched protests, preferring to enjoy the drops of Betsy's first ever arousal. By the time she had the younger girl properly lubricated, Betsy's complaints had softened.

	Tanith released Betsy's legs and the limbs fell limply to either side. Ravenously, she attacked the small cunny, nipping at the clit and driving her tongue between the smooth labia. Betsy moaned and twisted her upper body with her hands still securely bound. Now the little girl's twat was drooling lustily and Tanith chewed at the tender vulva, sucking at the delicate meat while diddling with her tongue. With a breathy yelp, Betsy came, her body quivering as she released into the twelve year-old's mouth.

	When Tanith sat up, she found Betsy to be a bit glassy eyed. She idly fondled the younger girl's wet snatch as she explained what was about to happen.

	"The carnival is a lot of work to run and we need strong bodies to do so much of heavy work. For that, we have drones."

	Tanith called out and the trailer door opened. Betsy saw several large men enter. But something was wrong with their faces - they seemed incomplete as if a sculptor hadn't bothered to finish working the clay. But the eyes were queerly bright as they focused on the small figure on the bed.

	Whimpering, Betsy closed her legs, trying to conceal her nakedness under the hot gaze of the newcomers. Unfazed by Betsy's discomfort, Tanith continued in a cheery voice.

	"They're not much to look at and they don't really talk but they can work non-stop. The problem is that they only live about twenty years so they have to keep breeding. The drones are only male so they need a full human to mate with. But it doesn't work with a mature woman - something to do with body chemistry. But an immature female like you is just perfect, so have fun."

	Betsy stared as the first drone unzipped his bulky coveralls and let them crumple to the floor. He wore nothing beneath them and Betsy could see his rampant erection jutting toward her as he approached the bed. She had seen Clem and her mother having sex to know where that big thing went and she quailed at the thought of that getting stuffed in her tiny slit.

	Tanith placed her hand over Betsy's stomach and said something in a language the other girl didn't understand. Satisfied, Tanith nodded to the drone and then spoke to Betsy.

	"I made it so he won't rip you apart - that wouldn't do us any good. And you'll be able to take his entire dick in you. I mean, most women couldn't take all of it unless we cast a spell. So you're really lucky."

	Betsy didn't feel lucky at all as the drone got on top of her. Bleating helplessly, she tried to wriggle free, but the drone's large hands captured her small hips and held her fast while he pressed his prick against her soft, hairless mound. 

	The drone thrust into the little girl, instantly shredding her cherry. The child's virgin sex stretched obscenely around the massive cock as it sank deep inside her bloodied channel. Stunned by the savage intrusion, Betsy paled when she saw her tummy rising as the thick meat driving into her. 

	It did not stop, wetly grating against her straining tissues and pushing at her innards until her lithe little body was a complete fuck socket. With rasping breaths, the drone commenced fucking her in earnest. Finding her voice at last, Betsey shrieked but could do nothing else as the drone kept ramming in and out of her.

	The smooth skin of her violated hole became stained as a bloody froth gurgled out. The drone kept sawing inside the eight year-old's slick pussy, unmindful of the child's pitiful cries as he pleasured herself until his balls reacted. With swift surges, he inseminated Betsy's little womb with more of the stuff finally escaping through the tight seal around his cock.

	He withdrew, leaving a pink, sticky mess all over the girl's crotch. Another drone took his place and promptly skewered the child's oozing cunt with is massive organ. 

	By the fourth drone, Betsy lay quiet, staring mindlessly at the ceiling as one hardened prick after another mauled her, pounding her tiny, rape-slick twatlet and releasing more sperm into organs.

	Betsy had no idea how many more drones had copulated with her by the time Kara entered the trailer. The woman was content to watch as a few more drones rutted with the little girl. Then she placed her hand over Betsy's belly and closed her eyes for a moment. 

	"It's done," she announced with a smile. "What a productive little cow she will be for us."

	"Let's cut to the chase," Riley said to the couple. "What's in it for me?"

	The lieutenant governor eased back in his chair as Wendell and Kara sat on the other side of his desk. They wanted a renewed permit to operate in his state and he had the power to stop it or to make it happen with no hassles and no follow-up inspections from state officials. 

	Wendell and Kara liked the man. He was unscrupulous as hell which made dealing with him direct and simple. Withdrawing a thick manila envelope from his briefcase, Wendell placed it on the desk while Kara spoke.

	"We'll send someone else in shortly to see you. You may return the permit with her."

	Nodding politely, the pair stood and let themselves out of his office.

	Riley T. Eckman stared at them in wonder after they left. While he was sure the money would be enough, their polite confidence surprised him. A man of particular tastes, he would have preferred something along that line to sweeten the pot but he was very careful in letting people know what kinds of secrets he enjoyed. 

	The new governor, rumor had it, routinely pimped his four daughters out in return for political favors. Riley hoped he would have the opportunity to provide his boss a favor sometime. The older three were in their teens and Riley wouldn't mind banging them, especially if they were pregnant. Pregnant young girls were one of his two favorite kinks. Last year, Riley had experienced the pleasure of ass-fucking a pregnant fourteen year-old in Mexico.

	The governor's youngest whore-child, Cynthia, was all of eight. But Riley had heard whisperings that she had been turned out as well during the governor's election campaign. Sweet little things like that were Riley's other favorite no-no. Unfortunately, that meant travelling to places like Thailand where two years ago he had enjoyed the purchased company of a seven year-old. 

	The door to his office opened. As it shut again, Riley stared - his eyes disbelieving at first but his penis reacting instantly.

	She was three weeks along and it was becoming difficult to walk without losing her balance. Kara told Betsy that gestation for a drone spawn was only a month so she only had a week to go. In the meantime, they had a task for her to perform. Although Betsy was not looking forward to it, it would address an urgent and constant need that her condition had produced.

	Riley watched as the little girl waddled toward him. She had to be about Cynthia's age, maybe a little younger. Her unshod feet padded softly on the office carpet and Riley briefly admired them. Barefoot and pregnant - and so young. She was the combination of his most ardent and secretive fantasies.

	The girl was wearing only a red tube top on her upper body, below which her swollen belly protruded. The girl's shorts were unbuttoned and unzipped to allow for the girth of her gravid tummy. Reaching out, Riley felt the warmth of the stretched skin and the movement of something inside. How the hell did that happen in one so young? And how did those people know about his desires? Lust overriding his concern, he cast the questions aside.

	"It's real," he whispered. "You're real. What's your name, girl?"

	"Betsy."

	"Are you going to show me your little pussy, Betsy? Are you going to let me fuck you in the ass?"

	Betsy shoved her shorts down, revealing her bald snatch; so pale compare to the darker ones Riley had out of the country. It was shiny and wet.

	Betsy unzipped his fly, releasing the man's erection. When she held her arms out, he lifted her but when he tried to bring her rump onto him, she wriggled until his glans was near her cunny. She grabbed it and put it against her dripping slit.

	"Put it here," she begged. "I need it in here. I need it a lot."

	"But you're pregnant and..."

	Betsy shook her head violently.

	"I can take it all. Please, mister. I need it now."

	Riley pushed the girl down. Her little cunt was hot and very gooey with arousal. As the man's dick filled her, Betsy grunted and shook. Amazed, Riley watched her cum.

	"Fuck me," Betsy breathed. "Fuck me hard. I can take it. Ahhh!"

	Riley's caution was gone. Bouncing the girl in his lap, he slammed his cock in and out of the snug and soupy twat hole. Betsy's juices splattered out making a mess of his lap and recoating the bulging, hairless ring of her spread labia. Her huge belly wobbled with the carnal movements and she panted as she came again.  Then Riley grunted, spewing a huge load of semen into the pregnant child. 

	"You want to get knocked up again, bitch?" he growled.

	"Yes," Betsy sighed. 

	Riley plowed into her again, not giving a damn if she were to give birth right here and now. She came three more times before he emptied another load of seed into her underage body again. The latest orgasms seemed to take the lust out of the girl and now she seemed to be a little afraid and very embarrassed with her current position. 

	Regarding the change in her demeanor, Riley decided he liked the nervous little girl as much as the wanton slut she had been. For the first time, he noticed the small bumps beneath her tube top and the wet circles there.

	"What have we here?" he murmured, pushing her tube top up.

	Betsy blushed and looked away as her teeny, engorged titlets were displayed for the man.  An alabaster drop hung from one nipple.

	"The bar's open," Riley gloated before he took one eight year-old breast into his mouth.

	Betsy whimpered as the man greedily fed from her prematurely full tit. His dick, still encased in the small confines of her cunny, hardened as he took his fill.  Unsated, he moved to the other one when he had milked her dry and proceeded to drain the other one. Then it was back to fucking and he ravaged the pregnant eight year-old until she was inundated with his third helping of jism.

	Ten minutes later, she wobbled out of his office with the signed paperwork clutched in one hand.

	"So I can see my baby now?" Betsy asked Tanith five weeks later.

	"Yup."

	Like most girls, Betsy had passed out during delivery and remembered nothing.  Now she was housed with several other young girls used for drone breeding. Occasionally, they were let out and allowed to enjoy the carnival but always returned to the trailer. Betsy's body had returned to its previous, undeveloped state and she and the other girls who had each given birth were glad that kind of ordeal was over. 

	Today had been one of those days where they had been let out and now the girls were relaxing, each wearing a nightgown after their baths. The door opened and a full-grown drone entered. Remembering their rapes and impregnations, the girls recoiled while Tanith only smiled.

	"They grow up really fast, don't they?" she said to the others. "Betsy, this is your baby."

	Cowering on the bed, Betsy shook her in in denial as the drone undid his coveralls. He pulled her nightgown up to bare her body and rubbed at her hairless snatch. A choked sob escaped Betsy's lips as she moistened almost immediately. 

	While the other breeding girls watched in resigned horror, the drone thrust his heavy cock into Betsy's tiny cunt. Betsy cried helplessly as the drone began to rut, humping inside of her tender young twat and mating with his little mother.


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