Copyright (c) 2011,   madvlad.  ALL Rights Reserved

Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Friday, April 22, 2011

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


A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: clarid21.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com





 




story_codes: MMMM/g, first, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Eleven year-old Kay is a bookish girl who loves mysteries. When she senses something mysterious about a classmate's visits to the school's headmaster, she decides to investigate. But things don't go as planned and her evening could be titled 'The Case of the Gang-Banged Virgin'.

story_language: English






Claridge Academy, part 21

Written by madvlad


Note: Any story in this series can be enjoyed as a stand-alone piece. See previous parts for the description and background of the characters and plotlines (particularly Parts 1 and 2) Part 21 takes place on Wednesday, the same day as Part 20


	There had been a change in the routine when Headmaster Marshall Eddings summoned eleven year-old Naomi Chandler to his office after school hours. With the improved drug that made it appear that the student was functioning perfectly normally, the sixth grader's complicit dorm mother would administer the drug before telling her to go to the headmaster's office. This way, she would never even be aware that she was there if she was feeling anything odd in some intimate places afterward. There was always the suggestion made to her while she was still under the drug's influence that she had been in the library or something else that was perfectly routine.

	This worked well except in the case of one of her dorm mates, to whom it appeared that something was just not exactly right. Kay Daly was a thin girl with brown frizzy hair she tried to tame by keeping it in a ponytail. From the back, she could pass as a boy. But in front, the eleven year-old had sprouted a luscious pair of very firm, medium apple-sized breasts that appeared to be even larger when set against her slender frame. To her embarrassment, she had noticed looks this past summer when her modest bosom began to really blossom. The sidelong glances and outright stares came from boys her age, older boys, and even grown men when she and her family were at the beach.

	For someone who preferred the company of books to most other people, this new attention was nearly unbearable. When she returned to school, several girls had complimented her on her maturing bust (and the many girls in her class who were still flat-chested or only had nubbins to fill their training bras were downright envious). Kay consoled herself that at least she hadn't started growing hair "down there" yet like her thirteen year-old cousin. She didn't mind growing up - she just didn't want too much of it at once.

	At least when she buried herself in her books, the characters never commented on her chest. She loved mysteries best of all, especially with girls like Nancy Drew and Hazel Green solving the mysteries. Kay felt that something was a mystery involving Naomi and these evenings where she went away for a couple of hours and could never exactly explain what she had been up to.

	Kay watched from behind a tree as Naomi ascended the steps and entered the front door of the administration building. Why would any student be there after normal hours? The mystery was deepening. She waited for over five minutes before she worked up the nerve to follow her friend into the building. Reading about her heroines snooping around in places they shouldn't be was one thing, but actually being here could land her in real trouble.

	Cautiously, she tiptoed from one room to another, checking the ones that weren't locked. All that was left on this floor were the offices of the department heads and of the headmaster himself. There were lights on in his outer office, so Naomi must be there. She had just worked up the nerve to enter this last hallway when a strong hand clapped a chloroform-soaked rag over her face and everything faded away.

	As one of his students was being smuggled off of school grounds in a van, Headmaster Eddings was busy at his desk. Naomi was complexly naked and bent over, her budding breasts squashed against his blotter. They were both grunting in tandem as he rammed his unimpressive prick between the eleven year-old's ripe young buttocks. The cylinder of meat probed the youngster's tight rectum as far as it could reach. Soon it would wash the area in semen, but the headmaster had plenty of time and was able to restrain his cum while enjoying his little sodomy session.

	Kay awoke in a dimly lit room with her wrists and ankles strapped to a chair. For some reason she couldn't identify, her vagina felt warm and flushed. (While she was knocked out, she had received an injection in her groin that contained a very power stimulant.) But she was fully dressed, so she didn't think anything like she had been vaguely warned about in the past had actually happened.

	Five men in full head, face-concealing masks sat in chairs arranged in a semi circle in front of her. They were smiling calmly as she shook off her grogginess.

	"It looks like our little snoop is awake," said one.

	"Where am I?" she asked.

	"In a safe place," another answered. "You'll come to no harm here, although you might just have a life-changing experience."

	"What have you done to Naomi?" Kay demanded.

	"Who?" said another man.

	"I think she means the first girl who went into the admin building," said the first one.

	"That's right," replied Kay. "She's with the headmaster for some reason. Something is going on that is very strange, and I wanted to find out what it is."

	"Something strange with the headmaster?" said another man. "That's a laugh!"

	"If she's with Eddings, she's probably in danger of falling asleep as he prattles on about the school traditions and academics," said the first one, lying smoothly.

	All five knew the purpose of Naomi's visit and were quite happy for Eddings to have his way with her. What they didn't want was for some nosy, would-be detective to walk in on them.

	"However," said the second man who had spoken. He continued to fabricate his hoax. "We have certain secret affairs that no one at the school knows about and we can't risk being exposed at this crucial juncture of our research."

	"What is it?" Kay asked. She was on the verge of learning something big. And this is just how a detective would act; bolding confronting her captors.

	"If we told you, it wouldn't be much of a secret, now would it? No, we had best make sure that you don't look any further and we know just where to start."

	"Have you any experience with sex?" asked another man.

	"What?" Kay gasped. "Of course not!"

	"Oh good," chortled one of the men. "We get to attend a premiere!"

	"Please don't do anything," Kay begged, suddenly feeling very timid and not caring about mysteries anymore.

	"Oh, I think you're more than ready," scoffed another man. "What with those saucy little tits of yours jutting out. And I'll be your pussy is steaming up at just the thought of what we might do."

	Kay realized that she was feeling very hot and (oh goodness!) very wet between her legs.

	"Please. No!"

	"Perhaps then we should enjoy the company of another student?" asked the first man, who seemed to be in charge." What about her?"

	He pressed a button on a small remote control unit in his hand and a photo was projected on a wall. It was regular school photo of a little girl in a Claridge uniform. Her brown hair was in twin braids and a pair of wire-framed glasses was perched on top of her cute button nose. She had a wide smile and displayed a gap from a missing front baby tooth in her lower jaw. Kay gasped - it was her little sister, Michelle, who was in the first grade!

	"We could take out the other front teeth - that would make for a very nice blowjob," one of the men suggested.

	"A capital idea!" said the first man. "What do you think, Miss Daly?"

	"No! Leave her alone! I'll..." she paused and dropped her head. "I'll do anything."

	"That's the spirit!" the first man commended her. "Gentlemen, to the bed."

	Kay was released form the chair and led to a bed, where she was told to undress. With trembling fingers, she removed her school uniform and stood before the five mysterious men in only her panties and bra.

	"And now the brassiere, Miss Daly," the leader coaxed. 

	Kay squeezed her eyes closed and reached around to unclasp her bra. When she removed, it, her firm little breasts did not move at all and remained protruding from her narrow chest. They were snow white with nickel-sized, dark pink areolas. Her nervousness and the drugs coursing through her young body made the nipples stand erect. The men sat on the edges of the bed and the leader motioned Kay over to him.

	With the little girl half naked before him, he reached out and took a breast in each hand, enjoying the heat of her incredibly smooth skin as he massaged the mounds of girl flesh. Kay shuddered as her new breasts were fondled for the first time. The man swirled his fingers over her nipples, making them stiffen even harder. A flash shot from between her legs and she fought to keep her knees from buckling. The man noticed this but did not mention it when he spoke.

	"These certainly are a fine pair you have here. I'm sure your father must be proud."

	Kay whimpered something unintelligible.

	"What? You mean Daddy has never copped a feel? The poor man must be dead from the waist down. These look good enough to eat, so..."

	He leaned forward and opened his mouth wide to capture as much of the child's left breast in his mouth as possible. Her budding flesh was quite succulent and he took a little extra time with his tongue to show is appreciation of the nipple. With a quick nip on the hardened bit of flesh, he let her go and leaned back. Kay felt even more exposed as she felt the air instantly cool the coating of saliva on her once private area.

	She was gently prodded to the next man, who sampled her right breast with his mouth while he used his hand to examine her other one. The next man took one in each hand and drove his face between them. They were still small enough to be spread and not give the girl any cleavage yet. The man used this stage of development to lick and suck at the sensitive skin between her mounds.

	On the third side of the bed sat the last two men. Simultaneously, they each took an eleven year-old titty in their mouths and sucked greedily at the nipples until Kate was moaning in shame and something else she couldn't describe. And why did these men playing with her little boobies make her feel so strange in her crotch? When they were done with her, the leader got up and came around to her side of the bed. 

	"That was a fine appetizer, Miss Daly. And now for the main course - your panties off, please."

	Kay's eyes welled with tears and she begged not to have to do this. The man patted her head gently.

	"Now it's not we don't already have a good look at what's inside, you know. Take a look."

	Kay looked down and was mortified to see that the crotch of her panties was soaked through. The thin cotton was plastered to her vulva, giving everyone a good view of her mound and cleft. 

	"Oh!" she squeaked. "I don't know how...Oh, please don't think I peed. I mean I...I..."

	"You're feeling quite different down there, no?" the leader prompted.

	Kay was completely flustered by her body's reaction. Dumbly, she nodded. Whoever these men were, at least they understood - even she completely didn't. She slid her wet underpants down her legs and stepped out of them. She stood upright again wit ha small shiver.

	"There's nothing to be concerned about, young Kay," the leader assured her. "You are growing up and you are simply doing what a growing young girl does when she's pleasured. And this was only the start."

	The other two men slid aside as he sat on the bed and took her hairless sex in his hand. The sixth grader's body went rigid as she felt his molestation. Using his fingers to caress her smooth flesh, he pulled her outer lips apart enough to allow one finger to slide up the moist slit and press against the tiny clit. 

	Kay let out a sharp groan and fell forward as her pussy seemed to convulse. The man deftly caught her and laid her across his lap. She was at the incredibly erotic age where her budding little breasts signaled the approach of adolescence while the mound between her legs remained smooth and quite childish. He spread her cunny lips apart again, tracing one finger tip over the pink insides of her narrow channel before coming to rest at the modest bit of membrane blocking the rest of her inner sex. 

	Twiddling the girl's clit, he turned to one of the other men and said, "I believe it is your turn to be the first one, correct?"

	"Yes, as I was a little too large to break open that little seven year-old ago at the party in Bonn last week. I appreciate your not taking that as a forfeit of my turn."

	"Of course not. And we appreciate your discretion. Fortunately, the young Swiss miss was quite accomplished in taking you down her throat before the evening was done. Anyway, Miss Daly should be able to provide just enough to accommodate you. Oops, here she cums now."

	Kay cried out as she had her first ever orgasm under the skilled ministrations of the leader's fingers. The other man bowed slightly to the leader, who moved the gasping child from his lap to the bed.

	Kay was in a slight delirium from her first cum and barely felt something being slid under her rump. The drugs now mixing with her elevated hormones made her pussy even more riled up while at the same time dulling her thought processes. A hooded man crawled over her and she was confused to see something jutting from out from his pants. It took her a moment to realize she was looking at a man's penis. 

	Now that was something she didn't see every day! No, wait, this was the first day she ever saw one aside from a drawing in the sex-education class all girls in her grade were currently taking. She had been so embarrassed at the illustration then and now here was the real thing, literally in the flesh and it was just...there.

	The man lifted her thighs up and apart. Kay knew he could see all the way into her vagina that way and blushed. What a strange thing to be doing with his penis hanging out. And now he was touching her with that very same penis; touching her vagina, of all things. Why, that was...

	"Oh! No, please don't," Kay begged uselessly. 

	The young girl's pussy was well self-lubricated, easing the way as the helmet-shaped head of the man's prick burrowed between her tight lips. The bald mound spread apart and Kay shuddered as she intimately felt the intrusion into her untried body. As the head pressed against the child's maidenhead, the man stopped and shifted his body slightly. All of his prick head was buried between the hairless cunny lips which sealed themselves around his meat. Her inner labia were pulled wide and taut and only a fragile barrier remained to guard her innocence.

	The man pushed down, forcing his cock through the prepubescent girl's hymen, making it burst in a small bloom of virginal blood as he invaded her tight sheath. Kay exhaled sharply with a meaningless word as she took her initial penetration. She had felt the shredding and knew on some level that her virginity was gone. She couldn't reason as to why this was significant. 

	What did dominate her senses was the massive intrusion which seemed to be changing the shape of her body on the inside as it moved in and out of her. She was pressed inward and apart as it moved in, and then seemed to tug on her insides as it moved out again before the next thrust. It was too much for her drug-infused system the impaled little girl churned around the man's cock as she climaxed. 

	The hooded man increased his tempo as the eleven year-old mindlessly gasped and thrashed beneath him. Her tight little body was glowing with sweat as he pushed his way into the sopping heat of her preteen snatch. Kay's hairless sex, so sweet and small, looked perverse as it undulated around his turgid, invading member. Thin bubbles of red froth began to stain her smooth cunny lips as if to desperately prove to the world that this little girl had just grown up in a very big way.

	The pummeling of hard flesh into her tight young pussy gave way to a surge of liquid heat, followed by more as the man poured his seed into the youngster's barely developing womb which was still too young to provide a viable egg to make the sixth grader a young mother.

	The men admired their colleague's work as he climbed off the child to fully reveal his handiwork. A pinkish slime oozed from her quim and onto a piece of white silk that had been placed under her before she was taken. The man wiped her conquered twat with the silk held up the soiled fabric like a battle flag.

	"That was, in the vernacular of de Sade, quite an impressive pucelage."

	The others clustered around the bed and looked down at young Kay's deflowered form. The leader nodded to another man who soon was plumbing the preteen's snug, vaginal depths with his cock. The youngster barely registered the change in partners, only knowing that she needed more of this male presence that filled her body. That presence had been interrupted once and she didn't want it to happen again. 

	Instinctively, he tried to wrap her legs around the man, but her limbs were too small. But she was till rewarded with more cock embedded her in her young sex until another series of hot, gooey surges washed deep into her, accompanied by her own delicious release. Then the presence was gone, but another took its place - again, and again, and again...

	The clouds in Kate's mind were dissolving as she regained her mind as she lay naked on the well-stained mattress. She knew what had happened, but couldn't count the number of times she had....and they had... Her face turned crimson. 

	"Here, drink this," a man's voice said as someone helped her to a sitting position.

	She opened her mouth as a cold glass was pressed to her lips. Gratefully, she drank the water, surprised at how dry her mouth and throat had become. When the glad was drained, she slowly looked down between her legs, where she felt more liquid than solid. Her little quim was still draining into a puddle of semen below it. Her crotch and inner thighs were coated with the stuff and she could see a few flecks of red.

	"Am I still bleeding?" she asked with a tinge of panic to her voice.

	"No, that only happened the first time. Here's a towel to clean up with, along with a washcloth in that bowl there. Your clothes are on that chair over there and take these pills to help with the soreness you may experience later."

	The men quietly left the room to let the young girl clean herself and try to regain some of her modesty. She was tugging on her school blazer when they returned. 

	"What will happen to me now?" she asked.

	"You'll be taken back to school - your ride is ready."

	"So, this is it?"

	"Oh no," the leader chuckled. You know something about us and we know quite a bit about you. We will summon you from time to time to join us. You cannot deny the pleasure you felt, can you?"

	"No," Kay admitted, looking at the floor.

	"There's nothing to be ashamed of. You should enjoy it - and we will have even more fun together."

	Kay suddenly jerked her head up.

	"You're not going to...to do anything to Michelle, are you?"

	"She is safe. In fact, if you cooperate with us, you'll have the opportunity to attend some parties and some exclusive special events - concerts, stage musicals and, oh, mysteries."

	"I'd like that," she said softly. 

	"Excellent. Now here are some pills for you. If tonight's exertions were too much, these will help with the pain. Just follow the instructions. The pills in the unmarked bottle are to be taken once a day without fail. They will help you be ready for whenever we meet again. Do you understand?"

	"Yes."

	In fact, the mystery pills were for birth control. The men did not know how soon she would might able to conceive, but they didn't want to take a chance. However, a couple of them fantasized about her budding little body suddenly becoming lush with the curves of pregnancy. 

	Everyone said their goodbyes and Kay left as directed toward the waiting van.

	One of the men chuckled as they removed their hoods.

	"I guess the school curriculum isn't as advanced as we thought," he reflected.

	"What do you mean?" asked another member of The Five.

	"Well, there we had one of the top students in her class and she didn't even realize she had just agreed to become one of our whores."

	"Ah, ah, ah," the leader corrected. "Claridge does not produce whores - only courtesans. After all, we have do have our standards."

	

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























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


--

Double for Nothing!!  Tricks for Free!!!

http://www.mrdouble.com

Be There.....
