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story_codes: MMMM+/gg, FFFF+/gg, semi-cons, cons, first, oral

story_intro: The second night of the weekend-long party is another busy one for Beth, Veronica, Meagan, and Whitney. The men get to know the nine year-olds a little more deeply while the five year-olds become tasty little treats for the ladies.

story_language: English



Claridge Academy, part 6

Written by madvlad


Note: this takes place immediately after Part 5. As always, the previous parts establish the characters and plot (particularly parts 4 and 5 for this story).


	Beth was the first to wake in the morning. The nine year-old stretched her nude body beneath the covers of her bed, luxuriating in the caress of the satin sheets on her smooth skin. After hours of giving oral sex to the men at the estate's dinner show last night, the four little girls had been told that the rest of the weekend would be much easier, even pleasurable for them.

	Beth had no idea where exactly the estate was, who owned it, or who the people were in attendance. The party was supposed to last all weekend long and she didn't want to contemplate what else was going on after seeing some of the bizarre acts on stage last night while she was servicing male members of the audience. No doubt her sister, Tori, and Tori's friends were in the middle of it and having the time of their lives. At least she and Veronica and the two five year-olds were no worse for wear, aside from getting their young bellies filled with sperm the night before.

	A short time later, she heard Veronica stirring. She called softly to her friend, and the little girl of Japanese descent quietly answered. A dull gray light was beginning to seep into the room around the edges of the floor-length curtains on one wall. In the dim light, Beth could make out Veronica's slim form as the fourth-grader slipped out of her bed and walked across the room and disappeared in the shadows.

	After some rustling sounds, Veronica padded over to Beth's bed and handed her one of the bathrobes they were given last night. Beth slipped into it as she got out of bed and stood next to her friend, who was also wearing a robe.

	"What now?" Veronica asked.

	"Let's check the others."

	They went to the bed where Whitney slumbered, unmoving. The five year-old's nearly white blonde hair shown brightly even in the gloomy light. Meagan was mumbling something in her sleep. They could see the little girl's mouth moving and Beth wondered if she was reliving last night in her dreams.

	Next, Beth and Veronica went to the door and tried to open it. Much to their surprise, the knob turned freely in Veronica's hand and they were free to exit the room. The hall was brightly lit and they saw a note from Carmen, their eccentric minder, taped to the wall opposite the door.

	"Good Morning Sunshines! There's a phone by the door of your room. When you're ready for breakfast, just give me a ring at 6969 (oh, snap!)."

	"Do you get this guy?" Veronica asked.

	"I think he's what my great-aunt Beatrice would call 'festive'."

	The two waited for the Meagan and Whitney to stir before they turned on the room lights. Beth handed the younger girls their robes while Veronica called Carmen.

	"Hello girls!" he called out as he sashayed into the room. He pulled one of the curtains aside and gave a theatrical shudder. "It's supposed to be cold and rainy all weekend. But they say we're still supposed to have an Indian summer for the rest of September. Personally, I'll settle for an Indian pool boy or two. So, who wants breakfast?"

	All of the girls were ravenous, so Carmen pulled out a pad and told them they could have anything they wanted. A half our later, Beth and Veronica were eating omelets while Meagan and Whitney each had pancakes piled high with whipped cream and chocolate syrup.

	"I like our breakfast better," Meagan announced as Whitney giggled.

	"Well, Beth and I are acting like refined ladies," said Veronica with exaggerated snobbishness before punctuating her statement by sticking her tongue out at Meagan. All four girls were still laughing when Carmen sauntered back into the room.

	"Glad to see you're enjoying yourselves. Since the weather is ghastly, you should stay indoors. There are movies and video games in the stand by the television. When you're hungry for lunch just call and the chef will make whatever you want. Then this afternoon, I'll give you my surprise - you'll just love it!"

	"What will happen tonight?" Beth asked with a worried look.

	"Nothing you need to worry about. You'll have a light dinner and then have the time of your life."

	After lunch, Carmen brought in two huge men with brown skin and jet black hair and eyes. The girls eyed the muscular strangers with apprehension as they brought a small cart with a warming tray on it to the two padded tables.

	"Okay, Beth and Veronica get to go first. On the tables and robes off, girls."

	Nervously, the two girls climbed up on the tables and slid their robes off, holding them in their laps so they wouldn't be naked near the brawny twosome. One of the men reached under the cart and then stood up with two towels clutched in one enormous hand.

	"Would the little missies like towels to cover with?" he asked in an accent of the South Pacific.

	Both girls nodded and he handed one towel to his partner. The man politely directed Veronica to lie face down on the table. Awkwardly, the girl moved her robe around so that she was able to keep her buttocks covered with it once she was in place. The man draped a towel over the robe and deftly removed the robe from underneath, leaving the little girl's modesty intact with the towel covering her from just below the waistline to just above the bottom of her rear end's curves.

	Beth followed the same routine and was soon lying on the table just as Veronica was. Lifting the lid of the warming tray, the first man pulled a small bottle from it and the other man did the same. Beth gave a small gasp of surprise as the man by her poured a small amount of rubbing oil from the bottle down her spine. Then he spread the liquid over the back and began kneading the muscles in her shoulders.

	"What are they doing?" Meagan asked as she and Whitney watched, entranced.

	"It's a massage, dear," Carmen told her. Henry and Ernest here have the most wonderful hands. You'll practically feel yourself turning to jelly before they're done.

	"I like jelly," Whitney announced.

	"You two can watch or keep playing," Carmen told the younger pair. 'Your turn will be in about an hour."

	Veronica was relaxing as the strong hands squeezed and rubbed her sleek young body, but tensed slightly as she felt the hands approach her buttocks. But the masseur stopped just at the towel line. Later when he was massaging her legs, he worked his way up her thighs but never got above the towel line or too perilously close to her pussy. She sighed and let herself become lost in the soothing touches.

	When Beth's masseur was done with her back and legs, he gently rolled her over, keeping her crotch safely covered by the towel. She felt embarrassed that her flat chest was left exposed, but his massages there did not carry any trace of molestation.

	When they were finally done with the girls, they let them slowly sit up and handed them their robes. After Beth and Veronica had dismounted from the tables, the men patted the tops to let Meagan and Whitney know it was their turn. The little girls were so eager to try something that the older girls had obviously enjoyed that they forgot to wait for any towels as they shucked off their robes and climbed onto the tables. Beth and Veronica laughed at the two pairs of cute little buttocks squirming on the table as the five year-olds waited for their first massage.

	The men didn't seem to mind and soon set to work applying oil and rubbing it in. They were more careful in massaging these little girls whose tiny bodies were largely covered by their hands. They had never done anyone so small. While massaging the back muscles on either side of the spine, their fingers could wrap around the torso work the chest muscles at the same time.

	Meagan cooed as she felt her little self get manipulated while Whitney actually dozed off. She awoke as Ernest was starting to roll her over. He caught the look of embarrassment on the little girl's face and stopped while she was on her side. He took another towel and covered her pelvis as he finished rolling her onto her back. Whitney gave him a grateful smile. While she wasn't as embarrassed about her bottom, she was still very shy about exposing her private parts, which had been made embarrassingly public the night before.

	Henry followed Ernest's cue and covered Meagan before he rolled her onto her back. The five year-old happily hummed as he rubbed her chest and belly. After they were done, they handed the girls their robes and then left, wheeling their cart out with them.

	
After a light dinner, Carmen handed each girl some pills that he said would help them tonight. All four received a valium to help calm their nerves and make them more compliant along with another pill he only described as a vitamin supplement. It was actually a concentrated aphrodisiac. The two older girls also received a painkiller which he only described as an additional vitamin tablet since they were bigger girls.

	"Now you two wait here," Carmen said to Meagan and Whitney. "We'll get Beth and Veronica started with their part and then I'll fetch you."

	"Are men going to put their pee pees in our mouths again?" Whitney asked with a grimace.

	"No, but you and Meagan will get to do something different than your two friends here."

	Carmen brought Beth and Veronica to the main room again, took their robes, and waited outside while Richard brought the naked little girls to the stage. There were two chairs that looked something like dentist chairs on stage except that the lower part ramped up and was widely split apart. The valium kept the girls somewhat calm, but they were still apprehensive as they were strapped into the chairs with their legs raised and spread apart.

	Video cameras were put in place to catch the girls' bodies, including their crotches, form various angles. The images came up on a series of screens on and above the stage.
Richard, the emcee, took some gobs of a gel and smeared them onto their little pussy slits before grabbing the microphone.

	"Okay, will our two highest bidders come up and get this party going?"

	The crowd cheered as two men bounded up on the stage and pulled their hard pricks from their pants. Beth and Veronica were frantic, shaking their heads and begging the men to stop as they saw the adult cocks get pressed against their small hairless pussies.

	"Fuck the countdown - GO!" Richard yelled.

	Both nine year-olds screamed as their hymens were ruptured by two bulldozing cocks. The continued to wail as their little orifices were stretched seemingly too wide as the immature vaginas were opened up all the way to the cervix. Beth was thrashing in her restraints and tired to squeeze her invaded cunny to force the intruder out, but to no avail. Veronica arched her back dug her fingers into the armrests of the chair.

	Once they bottomed out, the men began fucking their auction prizes with precision. By the fifth or sixth thrust, each girl had stopped crying as new sensations aided by the aphrodisiacs began to override the receding pain in their pussies. Surprised grunts and moans came from their wide-eyed faces as they each felt shivering waves of sensation running emanating from their sexes.

	Beth was feeling an intense pressure building up inside of her as her man came, completing her deflowering with a rush of semen that slid into her womb and overflowed from her little cuntlet. The man held up his bloodstained cock where she could see.

	"Thanks for your cherry, Beth," he said with a smile as he left and let another man take his place.

	Beth's tiny quim was now slick on the inside, but still mind-blowingly tight as the next man slid his cock into her. She looked over and saw Veronica's first man pulling out. Looking down, Beth could see a few drops of blood on the floor below the junction of her friend's spread legs. But then the waves and the pressure increased and Beth could not concentrate on anything until she felt an explosion of sensation inside her.

	"Got her!" the man between her legs shouted as the crown cheered.

	"What happened?" she asked weakly.

	"You just came - had your first orgasm."

	"Oh, then I'm done?"

	"Done?" he replied, laughing. "Oh, Sweetheart, you've only just started. We've all got a lot of cumming to do tonight."

	Veronica kept her eyes shut as another man rutted inside her. Despite his being the third one, her small vagina still felt painfully pulled apart inside every time he pushed into her. These new strange sensations were helping, though. She had heard Beth make some strange moans a few minutes earlier before asking if she was done. But by the answer she was given, both girls were in for a long night.

	As she felt the first spurt of hot liquid from this current man splash inside, she felt a sharp quiver in her newly initiated pussy. The quiver multiplied and coalesced until she felt her breath leave her all at once as her pelvis involuntarily jerked against her restraints. The man finished flooding her twat and pulled out.

	"She was stubborn, we I got her going," he told the cheering crowd.

	Another man stepped forward and waited a moment for the stream of semen pouring from the nine year-old's bald slit to lessen before he planted his cock inside of her.

	Carmen could tell by the screams when Beth and Veronica lost their virginity. He had waited until they were popped before getting the other two because he didn't want them to be frightened by the commotion. He led the two little girls to the back of the room, removed their robes, and sat them on top of two high, linen-covered cocktail tables.

	"The dinner was a sit-down affair, but the dessert for the ladies will be buffet style. Namely, you! The first two women were high bidders to see who would get to give you your first climaxes. So you just lie back and enjoy yourselves."

	Meagan and Whitney watched as a group of very hungry-looking women surrounded the table. They were eyeing the pair of naked five year-olds with unnerving desire. Whitney tried to reach out for Meagan's outstretched hand, but the tables were a little too far apart. Two women emerged from the crowd and approached the girls. They pushed them onto their backs before lifting and spreading their legs.

	"Bon Appetite, you lucky bitches!" someone cried out to the two ladies. They all laughed as the two lowered their faces down to the smooth cunnies of the little girls.

	Whitney whimpered as she felt her plump little snatch get chewed and licked. If the ladies were going to have dessert, she thought, ice cream would be a lot better than her private parts. The woman's tongue burrowed into her tiny slit, jabbing her clit before pressing against some mysterious barrier that kept her from going deeper. The little girl could feel the tug of the barrier on the walls of her pussy, but couldn't understand what was happening.

	Fortunately for her and Meagan, the rules had already been laid out that the pair was to keep their cherries this weekend. It added to the titillation and anticipation of the guests as to when these two would finally be deflowered. Meanwhile, the two little tykes kept turning to look at each other for small some measure of comfort.

	As the licking on and just inside her special little place continued, Whitney felt something coiling and growing tight between her legs. The woman must have sensed something because she began to lick harder. Suddenly, the tightness uncoiled and Whitney nearly blacked out as intense waves of pleasure cascaded from her lower belly.

	The woman raised her head triumphantly from between the writhing little girl's legs only to hear someone announce "We have a tie!"

	The woman looked over as her competitor smiled with a dripping mouth as Meagan yelped and gasped as her little butt bounced on the table.

	"Well," the woman conceded. "I heard they do like everything together."

	Meagan tried to get her breath as she recovered from her first cum. It felt like she had been burned down there, but it felt good instead of hurting. She didn't know how else to describe it. She turned and saw that Whitney must have had the same thing happen to her.

	Meagan looked up as she felt a hand on her ankle. Another woman licked her way down the one of the kindergartener's smooth little legs before beginning to munch on the innocent bald twat she found at the end. As Meagan moaned with the renewed oral attack on her quim, another woman standing to her left gently pinched chest to make her nipple and surrounding flesh bulge between her fingers. She leaned down and began to suck on the makeshift kindergarten titty.

	The little girl stared in disbelief as she saw and felt her chest get sucked. She turned to her right for any support from Whitney, but saw that the little blonde not only had a woman suckling on her chest, but had yet another one with a lip-lock her mouth. Meagan could see the woman's jaws working as Whitney vainly struggled beneath the three horny adults.

	A hand reached under Meagan's chin and turned her head back in time for her to see a third woman at her table. The helpless child opened her mouth to say something but her words were reduced to a squeal as a grownup tongue plunged between her parted lips.

	Beth gratefully took a sip of cool water as the man held her head up off of the chair. After so many cums (she lost count after twelve some hours ago), she lacked the strength to do much of anything. The man set the empty glass down somewhere where she couldn't see then stepped between her legs. He groaned in satisfaction as he entered her juice-filled tunnel, which felt like a warm elastic sheath around his prick. 

	Veronica twitched with yet another forced orgasm as she gradually lost awareness of where she was. The only concrete reality left to her was the continuing shockwaves that were induced deep inside her preteen sex. Her slim, light golden body shimmered with a sheen of sweat beneath the hot lights of the video cameras and stage. The man inside of her must have also cum but she was so filled with fluid that it didn't register. She was only aware in the vaguest sense as another cock forced her narrow cuntal passage open again with a wet squelching sound as it penetrated her.

	Meagan thought at first that they were done with her as only one woman was feasting on her; a stiletto-thin, raven-haired thirty-year-old who was probing the child's soft navel with her tongue. It was one of her last coherent thoughts of the evening. Then she felt something thick and gooey drizzling onto her twat.

	When she was done, the woman placed the jar with its sticky contents to the side of the girl and stepped back to let the others admire her handiwork. Meagan's little pussy was now a rich golden color, its tight curves glistening before an appreciative crowd. The woman stepped forward again and began to dine. "Sweet honey-cunny," she murmured as she dove into her precious snack.

	As she saw the action on stage and on the video screens, Whitney dully noted that the men were pushing their pee pees into Beth and Veronica's private parts. Had she been more alert, she would have been concerned about the girls' well-being since they had been so nice to her, but too many orgasms had ripped through her little body - a body not yet prepared for any such thing - that her mind began to shut down from sensory overload like her friends' were doing. She was aware of everything she was seeing and feeling, but she couldn't register much of a response aside from more climaxes.

	She was carried to another table and placed on a table in a sitting position. Several women gathered around, but one woman was clearly in charge. She was Ilsa, the tall blonde from the previous evening that Richard had singled out.

	"Keep her sitting up. I want her to see me eating her."

	Ilsa sucked and nibbled on the tender flesh and smooth skin of Whitney's inner thighs as the little girl turned her attention to the stage to see the cylinders of meat plunging into the hairless, nine year-old pussies at all angles on the screens. Finished with the child's beautiful little limbs, Ilsa gazed at the bald childish cunt, glistening and soft, which waited for her.

	"Look down here," she called to Whitney.

	One of the other women tilted the girl's head down so she could see Ilsa poised at her little snatch. The woman slowly stuck her tongue out to reveal the metal stud in it. Keeping eye contact with Whitney, she forcefully rubbed the tip of her tongue and the stud against the little girl's baby clit. Despite its exertions through the evening, Whitney's body jolted with the shock of the double-tipped attack on her sex. Ilsa snaked her tongue and stud as far into the child's slit as the hymen would allow and clamped her lips around the rest of the fleshy mount.

	This produced an even more powerful orgasm in Whitney than she had experienced all night and she cried wordlessly as wave after searing wave pulsed through her. Ilsa swallowed all the juice Whitney's tiny cunt could still produce, amazed at how tight the little slit had remained after tonight's attentions. She stood up and smiled at the little girl, whose mouth hung open and whose deep blue eyes had fresh tears running from them.

	"What an adorable baby slut you are," Ilsa cooed. "I wish I could take you home with me and eat you up every day."

	Whitney was far beyond being able to produce a response.

	Beth noticed a small blonde girl crying out on a table near the stage. She had no idea who it was. She did feel something thick pushing its way between her legs, making her wet inner flesh flex and pull. And then there was another familiar tidal wave wising up inside of her...

	Henry and Ernest followed Carmen down the hall, each cradling a barely conscious nine year-old. Two of Carmen's assistants brought up the rear carrying two exhausted kindergarteners. They went into the shower room and after a fruitless effort to get any of the girls to stand upright; they laid them on the floor and washed them there. The older girls proved to be a little harder to get clean as more semen kept oozing from their hairless slits, but eventually all four were clean.

	Carmen managed to get each one to swallow a small dose of liquid that contained a sedative. He gestured to the other men and they brought the girls back to their beds.

	It was late morning when the girls finally woke up. The previous night was still largely a blur, but they recalled enough to know what had happened. Veronica tried not to blush as she remembered being on the verge of another climax, begging the next man to hurry and put his cock in her after the last one had just flooded her pussy with cum.

	Beth had a recollection of seeing Whitney crying somewhere near her. She sat up abruptly and winced at the soreness between her legs. Carmen was sitting nearby, clucking to himself and shaking his head as he read an issue of 'Cosmopolitan'.

	"Carmen," she whispered fiercely as she gestured toward Meagan and Whitney. "Did the men do anything to...?"

	"Oh no, Honey. It was strictly lesbo. And their little membranes are still intact, in case you were wondering. Oh, here. And you too, Veronica."

	He handed each girl a painkiller and a glass of water.

	"I'll have more for you to take back to school. You may be a little sore for a day or two. Then you'll be right as rain."

	"How would you know?" Veronica muttered as she eased herself out of bed and got into her robe.

	"Oh, Honey. I'll have to tell you sometime later about my first glory hole party on Fire Island."

	Meagan sat up and looked over at Whitney.

	"Are you okay?"

	"Uh huh."

	"Did the ladies lick your private parts and do other stuff a lot last night?"

	"Yeah. And one lady put her finger in my bottom."

	"Did it hurt?"

	"No. It just felt funny."

	Carmen cleared his throat to get everyone's attention.

	"All right girls. Here are your school uniforms are hanging up over here, all cleaned and pressed. By the way, Meagan and Whitney, I don't care much for the patterns on your 'My Little Pony' and 'Strawberry Shortcake' panties, but with these drab colors for your uniforms, my compliments on doing what you can for color.

	Now lunch or brunch is whatever you want. Take your time getting dressed and have a leisurely meal. We have a limo that will take you directly back to your school. Whenever you're ready, you can leave."

	"Carmen?"

	"Yes, Beth."

	"I haven't seen my sister since we got here. Will she and her friends be riding back with us? Because their cars are at that place we drove to on Friday."

	As she said this, it suddenly occurred to Beth that last Friday afternoon, not even forty-eight hours past, seemed like years ago.

	"Um...no. They'll be taken back separately."

	"Where are they?" asked Meagan.

	Carmen stalled for a moment.

	"Wait and I'll get Julia."

	A few minutes later, the auburn haired woman they remembered as having greeted the five teens when they first arrived.

	"Hello, I'm Julia. You girls had quite the busy weekend. Is everyone doing alright?"

	All four nodded and mumbled something affirmative. Beth and Veronica noticed that the soreness between their legs had disappeared with the combination of medication and movement.

	"Follow me and you can see Sue and Tori and their friends."

	She led them to the sliding glass door behind the curtains. A blast of cool wind greeted them as they followed her out onto a wide wooden walkway. It was cold and drizzling, but a protruding overhang from the roof kept them dry. Julia and the girls walked to the end of the building's wing and gestured out to the gently sloping lawn that led to some woods.

	All four girls gasped at what they saw. The five teens who had tormented them and others at school were naked except for leather dog collars which were chained to stakes in the ground. Their bodies were covered with welts and bruises. With their hair matted down by the rain, they looked like refugees from the sewer.

	"Wha-...what happened to them?" Beth finally managed to ask.

	"It was quite simple, really," Julia replied coolly. "They had given us a list of things they wanted to see done to you. We simply did it to them instead. They deserved it."

	The woman turned and eyed the four girls critically.

	"You may think you don't deserve what happened to you this weekend, but now you understand that you were treated with relative kindness. It is simply a matter of this: we have the power and you don't. But you do have character, as you demonstrated when each of you tried to protect at least one other last weekend at the Brimstone Club. Character can go a long way. Who knows? Perhaps one day you might become members here."

	"Will we have to come back here now? I mean, while we're kids?" Veronica asked.

	Julia smiled and stroked the girl's shiny black hair.

	"Perhaps. We would certainly look forward to having you back. I wouldn't waste any time worrying about it. You will not come to any permanent harm if we bring you back."

	After lunch, the girls insisted on saying goodbye to Carmen. He grew flustered as Meagan and Whitney hugged him and pecked him on the cheek.

	"Goodbye, my little sweeties. Be good, but also a little bit naughty every now and then. It makes for good practice."

	



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