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story_codes: MF/g(8), M/g(11), rape, cons, caution, supernatural

story_intro: A companion series to Blackthorne Arms. When a pair of orphaned twins get run of luck at a carnival midway game, they get a chance for something bigger. But what happens next is beyond their imagination and will leave both of them changed forever.

story_language: English



Carnival Alaxizz, Story 1

Written by madvlad


	Even in the age of high definition entertainment, nothing stoked the human need for earthier excitement like a traveling carnival. It had animals and games and fun rides for the family, more daring rides for teens and adults, and the seamier things that drew in people moving more furtively among the gaudy lights and riotous and ever-present calliope music.

	And no carnival did the latter better than Carnival Alaxizz, Wendell noted with unrestrained pride as he and his wife, Kara, strolled along the midway. The Carnival's history dated back to the nineteenth century, run by a coven of creatures in human form and humans who were no longer completely human. The name, Alaxizz, was Anglicized from ahlaksiz, a Turkish word for wanton or corrupt. Americans had never cared what the name meant and were suitably satisfied with the mystique of the name - all in the name of amusement. Wendell and Kara loved America best for that very reason.

	They were kin to another coven which had come to America about the same time. That group had settled on the eastern seaboard, establishing a permanent home under the cover of a hotel (now turned apartment building) called the Blackthorne Arms. Although the covens were on very friendly terms (after all, they served the same Masters), Wendell and Kara and their circle preferred to roam and sample different areas - and populations - of the country. 

	"There you are!" a man in a sport coat and horrendously patterned tie called as he approached the couple.

	Harry Dunworthy was a county commissioner - president of the county commission of Boyle County, he had noted quite often. He had given a speech earlier in the day welcoming the carnival back into town after more than thirty years. Carnival Alaxizz was never in a need to find more locations due to their success and they often went years between visits in many locations. The carnival had given free ride passes and games and concessions vouchers to the children at a nearby state family services facility and Harry had wanted to be sure to give a very public thanks to the primary owners. 

	That he was also receiving an undisclosed payment to waive the required county inspections prior to the carnival opening went unspoken. The wad of bills in the envelope sitting in his inside jacket pocket said all that needed to be said. 

	"This is one heck of a set-up you have here," Harry gushed. "I didn't think it was possible to have so much stuff crammed in that caravan of trucks you had."

	It wasn't possible - at least not by human standards. 

	"When you've been in business as long as we have," Wendell replied. "You become quite adept at packing efficiently."

	Harry laughed a little too loudly at the remark while Kara stared at his necktie. She had experienced the deepest levels of what humans called Hell and had done the same in different dimensions but nothing had prepared her for the unholy mess of color splattered on the length of polyester blend that Harry wore tied around his neck.

	"And let me say again how grateful those kids were to be able to come here," the small-time politician droned on.

	In his earlier speech before the media, Harry had worded it to hint that he had been instrumental in arranging the goodies for the unfortunate children. But Wendell and Kara had experienced this for over a century and were amused at how some things never changed.

	As he spoke, Harry's eyes kept darting to a tent what had looked benign enough in daylight. But in the twilight, it seemed to shift, developing shadows and shapes that hinted at something deeply yearned for in the recesses of the mind where desires were kept secret. The man became more distracted and finally stuttered an excuse about an appointment to keep. The couple nodded politely, showing no indication that they had noticed his shifting gaze and sudden perspiration. 

	As Harry scuttled toward the tent, a girl of twelve held a flap open for him, although nothing inside the tent could be seen. She was wearing a blouse tied above her flat midriff and unbuttoned enough to reveal some of the small but ripe swelling of her blossoming chest. Her shorts were snug on her, showing off the slim hips and her healthy, tanned legs. Giving her parents a knowing smile, she closed the flap as she followed Harry inside. 

	When Wendell and Kara had decided to produce an offspring a dozen years ago, they diligently planned her education and activities. And the memories created as their little girl grew up were priceless. Tanith's seventh birthday party was particularly memorable as the child had spent the day bound on a stone alter while denizens from the netherworlds copulated with her in as many obscene ways as possible, leaving her tiny fuck holes stretched and torn. Of course, it had taken their still completely human daughter a few weeks to recover - even with their spells and potions, but they assured her that one day she could take it all and be ready for more. Tanith could hardly wait.

	"Tanith never fails to entice, does she?" Wendell remarked with fatherly pride.

	"No she doesn't," Kara agreed. "But I'm not completely comfortable about her being alone with that...that necktie."

	"It is atrocious," Wendell conceded. "Perhaps he thinks it will ward off evil?"

	"It wards off everything," Kara said with a shudder. "But shall we see what our young guests have to offer?"

	One of the advantages of a traveling carnival was the children they encountered. From the earliest years, they selected stops near orphanages where they would select and use some of the little ones for various purposes. And if a few orphans here and there went missing, well, no one ever raised much of a fuss. Now, there was more of a bureaucracy in place. But all of the forms and computers and whatnot were amusingly simple for the coven to bypass or re-work and they always got their supply of young flesh. 

	As for making children disappear from people's memories - human minds were notoriously easy for that when the child in question had no family ties. Emotional bonds were surprisingly tough to erase and often impossible.

	Responding to a wordless summons, one of their acolytes appeared at their side. An honors graduate from an Ivy League school, the woman had been on the fast track up the management chain at a financial group when she gave up everything to begin anew as a lowly hand-servant within the coven. 

	"Mistress, Master," she said with a slight bow of the head to Kara and Wendell. "There are two girls, eight years old, who may be of interest to you. They are quite pretty."

	"Mmm, that's a start," Kara noted, running her tongue over her top front teeth. "But is that all they have to offer? If you're coming to us with candidates, they should be of more interest."

	"There is more, Mistress," the woman said quickly. "They are twins - identical twins."

	"Ah, now that's a little more intriguing," Kara said with approval. "Show us."

	The acolyte led the way until they were perhaps ten feet away from two girls with long, coppery hair that gleamed in the flashing white lights at a ring toss game. A subtle look from Wendell and a shift of his eyes to the pair told the carnie operating the game to make sure they kept winning - easy enough to do with a rigged game. 

	The couple observed the children as they played, noting how they spoke and interacted with each other. They had managed to acquire a slight tan on their arms and legs - something that many red-heads couldn't do. As their eyes roamed the compact little figures of the girls, both Wendell and Kara imagined how milky white their smooth, tempting thighs would be in the places that disappeared into their shorts.  

	While their shorts were loose-fitting, the subtle shape in the seat promised juicy little rumps to ride. That was one of Wendell's favorite ways to tell twins apart - mark one of them with cum dripping from her bleeding asshole. By the time he and Kara and selected others were through with them, their little minds would be so rape-blasted that even they wouldn't even know who was who. 

	If they recovered enough to be of service, they would either be taken with the carnival when it left town or returned to wherever they called home, their experience purged from their memories. And if they were reduced mindless idiots, they'd be passed around to everyone - man, woman, and thing - until there wasn't much left worth fucking. But such young meat would still be prized by some.

	Except that this pair instilled a subtle vibration in Wendell's being. They were something...

	"Different," Kara said, completing his train of thought. "Yes there is something with these two - something that marks them apart yet they are so much alike, both inside and out."

	Another silent command set things in motion.

	It was the best time that Mary and Lauren had experienced since they were taken into state custody six months ago. Their parents had been free spirits, wandering the country as the girls learned to read and do math from home school books while experiencing everything from the beaches of Florida to the Badlands of Wyoming. Asleep in the back of the van one night, they were not witness to the hold-up of the convenience store that left their parents and a store clerk dead and the killers never identified.

	Now every toss of the plastic rings they made landed on the bottle tops. It almost seemed as if the bottles were moving sometimes to catch the rings. Each one was holding a large stuffed animal when one of the men working the ring toss booth told them they had each earned a shot at a much bigger prize just inside one of the tents. 

	The girls looked around for one of the caseworkers from the home as they were not supposed to wander off. But their chaperone must have wandered off too, so they followed the man; too excited to remember warnings about strangers.

	But as they reached the tent, Lauren stopped short, a look of uncertainty on her face.

	"Come on," Mary said impatiently, as she stood at the entrance of the tent. 

	"Something's not right in there," Lauren said vaguely.

	"You're being silly," Mary laughed and pulled her sister by the arm.

	Lauren stumbled into the tent and stopped in surprise. Mary had been about to say something when she went silent. They were in a room with a stone floor and damp, stone walls. Chains and manacles hung from them, like pictures the girls had seen of dungeons. Spinning around, the girls looked toward the opening from which they had entered from the midway only to see another solid wall. 

	Before either could speak, figures appeared from sudden swirls of shadows.

	Inhaling deeply, Kara could smell the children's fear before she and Wendell saw them. Each girl had been stripped naked and was dangling from manacles. As expected, their bodies were pure white on their torso and crotch, so pale that their bald little pussies practically glowed in the murky light. Bruce, the man who had enticed the girls here, looked quite pleased with himself as he bowed to his master and mistress. Three others remained in the background, perfectly quiet. All of the adults were nude and the way their eyes feasted on the soft, helpless figures of their captives made Mary and Lauren shiver.

	Kara stood in front of Lauren and stroked the girl's flat chest and belly with both hands. Her skin was exotically smooth under the woman's fingers. Finding the small dots of Lauren's nipples, Kara twiddled them, making them crinkle and stiffen with arousal. They looked tasty, but the woman first licked a tear from the child's cheek and then froze.

	"Not this one," she said, feeling the tear glowing warmly as it slid down her throat. "Start with the other one. There's something about these two."

	Leering at Mary, Wendell pulled her hips from the wall and spun her around. Her ripe little buttocks were squeezed harshly while both she and her sister started to weep again. Wendell pulled the girl up so that her ass was in front of her face and began to chew on her fleshy globes, sucking them into his peculiarly wide open mouth one at a time and biting hard enough to draw a few pinpricks of blood. Pulling the ass cheeks apart, he slurped at the little girl's pucker and made Mary sob in humiliation as he pushed his tongue inside her.

	"Just preparing you, my dear," he chuckled as he lowered her ass to waist height. 

	Lauren saw the man's enormous prick angled toward her sister, the head disappearing between the sexy little curves of Mary's buttocks. She tried to look away but Kara stopped her with frighteningly sharp fingernails that dug into her face.

	"If you want to keep those pretty little eyes of yours inside your pretty little head, you'll watch everything," the woman warned as she traced a thumbnail around the corner of one of Lauren's dark brown eyes.

	Lauren obeyed, watching Mary writhe as she felt an unfamiliar touch on her backside.

	"Lauren?" she cried. "What's happening? What's he doi-"

	Her question switched to an abrupt scream as Wendell pulled her into him while he lunched forward with his hips. He punched through the child's virgin anus, feeling muscles give way. Then came the meaty caress of her previously untouched rectum. He kept moving inward with hard thrusts, forcing Mary's ass into submission. When it seemed he could go no further, he pushed again, making the girl's anal tube straighten and expand for its new purpose. 

	Holding Mary's small hips in his power hands, Wendell could have crushed the girl's pelvis with his inhuman strength; the gift of centuries of service. But his interest lay in the bleeding chamber that was holding his cock. Happily he pulled out until just his tip remained inside of her before slamming home again. The child's screams were pure bliss to him and his coven mates. Building up speed, he rammed his huge cudgel of cock meat between the girl's straining buttocks, bruising her little rectum and making her bleed more.

	Lauren watched in mute horror Wendell sodomize her twin sister in rough thrusts. Spatters of blood appeared on Mary's snowy buttocks and Lauren could see Wendell's shaft was coated with the stuff. As he continued to maul Mary's ass, crimson rivulets wandered down her legs and dripped onto the unfeeling floor. 

	After ten minutes, Mary was going limp. Wendell didn't want his new fuck toy losing consciousness, so he increased the force of his thrusts. With a roar, he let his balls loose, furiously pounding the child's guts with superheated cum that brought her to a new level of agony. He had raped so many over the centuries, but this one felt so right. Her sister on the other hand...

	Pushing Mary from his prick, he let the girl swing into the wall where she kept crying as gobbets of thick, bloodied jism slid from her gaping anus and further painted her legs and feet.

	"Do you feel it?" Kara asked her husband. "They are balanced."

	Bruce looked at his leaders with incomprehension. He was looking forward to having a grand time with these two little fuck-meat dolls, making them into whores and watching some of the beasts really do some damage. Now Wendell and Kara were all goofy about them being balanced or whatever. Being a level above of the others with him, he enjoyed his status and decided to show off by speaking before being asked.

	"What does that mean?" he asked. "Aren't you going to fuck them anymore?"

	Forgetting the underling's insolence, Wendell shook his head. 

	"They are a rare thing, having been conceived under just the right conditions - alignment of the stars, and a certain, peculiar family lineage. By themselves, each had the potential for enormous power - one of light and one of darkness, but together they nullify each other. Mary has the proclivity to the dark."

	"Good," Bruce said, thinking with his hard-on. "Then let's teach the Enemy a lesson and fuck their girl until her teeny twat explodes. Make her die slowly and-"

	A sharp slap across the face interrupted his thoughts.

	"Fool!" Kara hissed, her fingernails bright with blood from Bruce's torn face. "There are laws that even we must obey. Both Powers are mighty, but a balance must be maintained between us and them. Both twins have enormous potential for each side, but they must be separated for them to evolve."

	"So what happens now?" Bruce asked, suddenly uneasy. "Uh, Mistress," he quickly added.

	"The girls are at a tipping point," Wendell explained on behalf of his wife who looked like she wanted to tear Bruce's head off. "We can do nothing to bring Lauren to our side and we certainly cannot and will not help her progress. We'll leave her to her drab existence in the human world, where she will likely live a mundane life unless she is discovered by our adversaries. But Mary could be a powerful gift and we must make sure she comes to our side. She's the one who must decide to break from her sister - and it is one of the few instances where a bond of family memories can be erased. Lauren will never know she had a twin sister."

	He turned to Mary, who, like her sister had been listening despite the agony of her brutalized ass.

	"If you give in to us - surrender your will, your pain will become pleasure. Fantasies which you cannot conceive of will become your reality. You will find your way, discover your destiny. But you and your sister must be apart. You will be the stronger for it and will always remember her. But she will no longer remember you as she was not the one to make the choice. This is what happens when you make the break and let your powers grow."

	Mary shook her head, not understanding much except for the part about giving up and making Lauren forget her. She looked over at her crying sister who begged her not to do it.

	"You can't make me forget Mary," Lauren wept, trying to be defiant.

	Mary shook her head. She didn't want to give up her sister, either. Strangely, Wendell and Kara smiled.

	"We prefer it this way," Kara said. "Now we can 'persuade' you."

	She swung Mary up by the feet, draping the girl's legs over her shoulder, leaving Mary's crotch wide open in front of her mouth. Immediately, Kara clamped her teeth on Mary's hairless cunt, making the eight year-old wail as her tiny mons was chewed and sucked forcefully. To better control the girl, Kara gripped her ass, finding the fuck-spew coated buttocks delightfully slippery. 

	Switching tactics, the woman viciously lapped at the child's sex, forcing Mary to react in an unfamiliar way and sparking a passion the girl had not been meant to know for years to come.

	Her arms and shoulders aching from her suspended position, Lauren watched her sister writhe while Kara kept mouthing her between the legs. Lauren didn't know what was happening except that the mean lady was doing a dirty thing to her poor sister. But Mary's cries gradually changed to something Lauren didn't recognize. With a sick feeling in her gut, Lauren thought that somehow Mary was starting to enjoy this.

	Mary nearly lost consciousness as she was seized by her first orgasm. Her pain and fear were forgotten momentarily as there was nothing else she wanted to do than to feed her pussy to this woman. Then she felt a distance grow between her and her sister and fought to regain control.

	Kara lifted Mary's legs from her shoulders and let Wendell take the girl. The huge head of his penis nearly completely covered the girl's slit but as he pushed forward, her bald labia spread. Mary whimpered as she felt an enormous pressure bearing at her tiny entrance. With a brutal push, Wendell broke through, pulverizing Mary's cherry and plundering the eight year-old's virgin twat.

	Mary felt more pulling and tearing as her childish sex was forced into carnal service. Kara was now standing by her head, watching her husband's thick cock working in and out between the little girl's thighs with such force that made Mary's lower belly bulge with each push. Every thrust produced more blood from the tight seal between the girl's cunt and the man's prick. 

	In low a voice, Kara began to sing a chant in Mary's ear, inducing a spell that assaulted the child's mind much as her body had been. Murky glimpses of what might be slipped in and out of Mary's consciousness.

	As he stroked in and out of snug sheath of the eight year-old's violated pussy, Wendell could tell his wife's work was starting to have some effect. He began a different chant, inducing small spasms of pleasure that mixed with Mary's agony, gaining in strength along with her visions.

	Mary started jerking in Wendell's grip and he relaxed his hold slightly to let the girl move her hips so that she could push herself \onto his marauding cock. The images in her mind gained clarity, ripping at her innocence as she saw what she might become and what she must do.

	Lauren sobbed as he watched her sister's rape turn into something else.  She was losing her sister and didn't understand why. 

	The gyrations of Mary's hips became more urgent and Wendell responded in kind, jamming in her overheated little twat with greater strength. He and Kara locked eyes with each other in triumph as Mary's second climax began, but this time with her complete surrender.

	In the throes of her orgasm, Mary felt herself slipping and no longer resisted, welcoming the fall.

	And helpless to stop, Lauren screamed her sister's name.

	"...Mary?"

	Lauren bolted upright in her bed at the children's home, wondering about that name. Shaking her sleep-fuzzy head, she tried to think of who she knew named Mary. There had been some kind of dream.

	Maybe it was all of the cotton candy and the rides at the carnival last night, the girl thought. She didn't even remember coming back to the facility with the other kids, but here she was in the same bed in a room she shared with two other girls. A fourth bed was empty, but Lauren knew that kids came and went as they were returned to their families or placed in foster care or adoptive homes. 

	Wherever she wound up going, Lauren hoped they might have other kids there. It would be nice to have a brother or sister.

	
EPILOGUE

	Two Weeks Later

	The wind blowing through the open car window whipped Lauren's hair about, but the youngster didn't seem to mind as she squinted as she had her head turned to look out into the bright sunny day.

	With one hand, she moved her fingers in a certain way and lowered her eyes briefly to watch the light dance between them. It was an odd trick; something she had discovered just after the peculiar dream about the girl named Mary who looked just like herself. She could make tiny balls of light appear between her fingers and was getting better at making them dance. 

	The other girls in her room at the children's home had been younger and one of them was very scared of the dark. The girl had been subjected to all kinds of unspeakable abuse in the darkness of night when she had lived with her mother and stepfather. But when Lauren had showed her the trick she had discovered, the smaller girl was entranced, losing her fear as she watched the small flowing orbs. Lauren was happy for the girl and even happier that her gift could help others. She wondered what other things she could do to heal people or soothe their fears.

	Up front, Lauren's new adoptive parents shared a contented look as the father saw the light show in the rear view mirror. Although the opposite of Wendell and Kara's coven, none of their kind had known about the twins, either. But after Mary's fall, Lauren's abilities had begun to manifest and they quickly moved to make sure the girl would be raised in a nurturing environment. The balance would be maintained.

	
1923

	"Whaddya say, bub? Are you ready to explore the mysteries of the Nile or what?"

	The young man stood in front of the barker at the Carnival Alaxizz, eager and nervous. There were scantily clad dancing girls inside the tent - that much he knew. But he had heard rumors that for an extra dime, he could gain access to a different area where they wore nothing on top.

	The man had never seen a woman's bare bosom in real life. The closest was a tattered and well-viewed photo of a woman posing in the nude. When it wasn't tucked in the bible the man's mother had given him, the photo was clutched in one sweaty hand while the other hand worked elsewhere until the man's sheets were sticky.

	Making his decision, the man dropped the ten cents for admission into the barker's palm before deliberately adding an extra ten. The image of Mercury on the coins stared blankly as if the god could care less how immorally he was used. The barker gave the man a knowing grin and bowed as he gestured to a different tent flap.

	The rumors were true! There were several women wearing skirts of shiny, metallic looking material. On top, they were completely naked. Their nipples looked so red and alive compared to the dark dots he had breathed over in his prized photo. And the way their breasts swayed and bounced as the women walked gave the young man a reaction that made him sit down and place his straw boater on his lap to minimize his embarrassment. 

	When one of them flashed him a smile, he thought he'd melt.

	Then the show began. Somewhere off-stage, a trio of flutes trilled in some off melody that passed for Egyptian here in the middle of Iowa. On stage, various women danced slowly, their arms moving like snakes and their hips swaying seductively. The man placed a hand over his hat to make sure it stayed in place.

	"Are you enjoying the show?" a voice next to him said quietly.

	The man turned to see a young girl standing in the aisle, next to his chair. She was dressed like the women, her black hair cut straight in the style of ancient Egypt and her eyes rimmed with kohl. Her skirt was like the others but her bare chest had only the beginnings of breasts; perky little buds that jutted out to show the world that this girl was trying to become a woman. 

	Embarrassed that a child was done up like this, the man managed a quick nod before looking to the stage again. But as the show went on, he kept stealing glances at the girl. Her tiny breasts were nothing like the voluptuous ones the dancers had. Still, he felt himself draw to them for some reason before he would chastise himself for ogling a little girl. 

	Those bumps were nothing, he told himself. They weren't even enough for a proper mouthful. A mouthful? He had fantasized about touching boobs with his hands, holding them and squeezing them, but putting them in his mouth? He wondered how this girl would taste...and show she would groan as he sucked her titlets, making her nipples hard....and putting his hand on her...No!

	He mentally shook himself, trying to concentrate on the women.

	That lasted five seconds before the girl put her hand on his knee, her touch electrifying. Boldly, she slid her hand along his thigh and under his boater and on his crotch.

	"Mmmm...you are enjoying the show," she murmured seductively.

	"Uh, Miss...I...uh," he stammered before she took his hand.

	"Come with me," she whispered. "You can explore the mysteries of my Nile."

	The man got up, noticing a few other seats that were now empty. Feeling light-headed, he followed the girl down the darkened aisle, noting how her skirt clung tightly to her rump as her buttocks shifted with her gait. The aisle seemed unusually long, especially for being inside the limited space of a carnival tent, he noted absently.

	She took him into a small room with a chair, a bureau, and a mirror. Inviting him to sit in the chair, she asked him his name.

	"T-Tom," he stammered. "Tom Haskins."

	"Hello Tom-Tom Haskins," she said, playfully poking fun of his nervousness. 

	Tom swallowed hard.

	"So what's your name?" he asked, unable to think of anything else to say.

	"Cleopatra," she said in a low, musical voice.

	"Um, yes. Well, that's a nice name. So..."

	Cleopatra stepped next him.

	"Don't you want to suck these?" she asked. "I know they're not much, but I love it when a man thinks they're big enough to be sucked."

	Tom's mouth dropped open in shock. Curling on hand around the back of his head, Cleopatra pulled him to her chest. She gasped as his lips pulled around one diminutive bud and pressed him tighter to him.

	Tom suckled noisily, moving from one tit bud to the next and leaving Cleopatra's chest a sopping mess. Finally, she drew back, smiling as she regarded his wet work. Then she unfastened her skirt, letting it slip partially down her hips, stopping just as it barely showed the dimpled top of her cleft. With a wriggle of her hips, the shiny garment slipped completely off of her, rendering the preteen completely naked before the man.

	Staring and gaping, Tom locked his eyes on Cleopatra's hairless vulva. The woman in his photo had her sex obscured by a thatch of dark hair, but here was a girl's pussy, so clean and smooth and glistening.

	"You made me wet down there, too," she observed happily. "Feel how wet I am."

	She took his hand and put it on her bald vulva, pushing a finger into the tight crevice there. Then she unzipped his fly, freeing his erection before she climbed into his lap. 

	"H-How old are you?" he asked, suddenly fearful of a vice squad descending on him. His picture would be on the front page of papers across the nation with lurid descriptions of how he was carousing with a naked, underage girl.

	"I'm old enough," Cleopatra said. "I just turned eleven last week. And I love the birthday candle you have there."

	With her hands on his shoulders, she lifted herself up so she could align herself with his prick.

	"I've never done this before," he blurted, feeling like an idiot as he did so.

	"Oh, that's sweet," the girl cooed. "I get to be your first."

	She sank down, enveloping Tom's cock in the heated embraced of her young, oozing snatch. Tom stared as the child's small pussy took him in, the soft mound splitting and widening and almost gobbling his manhood in its snug little sheath. 

	Cleopatra did the work, rising and falling and grinding her hips as her prepubescent body shone with a fine sheet of sweat. Her budding breasts had just the tiniest bounce as she rode him; the little nipples still erect. Tom felt the pressure building in his scrotum as his cock was stroked by her hot, juicy interior. Unable to hold back, he exploded inside the child's cunny, flooding her organs with jism. 

	But this was better than before. He couldn't stop - didn't want it to stop as he kept pumping and pumping into the young girl. He could tell she loved it by the way she moved; her cunny muscles contacting and releasing as if pulling the semen from him. And he kept feeding her, more and more until there was nothing left...and still more as he felt himself falling away from everything.

	
It was done. 

	The girl climbed off the lifeless body of Tom Haskins, not sparing it a second glance as two workers entered to haul the corpse away. It was no loss as the carnival's jungle cats had to eat something. Standing nude before the mirror, the girl admired her eleven year-old figure, still more girl than woman.

	Mary Haskins removed her Egyptian wig, letting her true red locks dangle freely. Smiling, she put one hand over her belly to feel her great-great grandfather's seed taking root in her young womb; beginning the family line that would descend to her and her sister.

	

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