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story_codes: MM+F/gg(11, 6), non-cons

story_intro: Trapped by lurid ring of sex and abuse from which there is no hope of escape, Ashley becomes helpless to stop the people in control as her little sister, Carly, becomes drawn into it as well. The six year-old's innocence is only added fuel for the lust consuming those eager to use her.



story_language: English



Desperate Measures, part 2

Written by madvlad


	The group of educators, all politically well-connected and in positions of authority within the city's school system, was gathered for one of their regular meetings. Bruce Neville, a powerfully built man with a shaved, bullet-shaped head spoke up after the usual business was completed.

	"Any new talent?" the district superintendent asked.

	"One confirmed this morning," Emmett Pearson announced.

	Pearson was a middle school principal and tapped on his laptop. The networked projector flashed a photo on the white wall of a young girl, brown-haired girl. With her quite childish face and small figure, she might have passed for nine or so. But in her naked state, a pair of small, freshly sprouting breasts was revealed. Her cunny was as childish as her face - plump and devoid of hair but the smear of fluids oozing from the slit showed the girl to be no longer innocent, even if she did look rather ashamed and unhappy in her state.

	"Ashley Langdon, eleven," Pearson informed the group. "Until this year, she was in Mary's school."

	A slim woman with stylishly cut blonde hair nodded and briefly consulted her own laptop. Mary Dietz smirked as she returned her attention to her colleagues.

	"She was never a disciplinary problem when I had her," the elementary school principal said. "Although I kept my eye on her since her mother is a prostitute. As you can see, she's a bit small for her age and has that oh-so-innocent look that our clients will pay to use many times over. But now that Ashley's in the trade, we have another consideration."

	Mary typed something and now an image from her computer flashed on the wall. This was another brown-haired, brown-eyed girl who bore a resemblance to Ashley although she was definitely younger.

	"Carly Langdon is six," Mary explained. "Like her sister, she hasn't been any trouble in school. In fact, her first grade teacher calls her an absolute joy in class. I'm sure she'll be an absolute joy in bed as well."

	The others nodded, knowing quite well about Mary's predilection for very little girls. 

	"Risk factors?" Neville asked.

	"Nothing much," Pearson reported. "As Mary said, both girls are well-behaved and easy to control. Ashley's mother has largely abandoned the girls except for occasional visits between her jaunts to conventions and other events where she's doing well in the sack. Out of necessity - probably food and clothing - Ashley turned to hooking with the help of two other girls in her apartment building, Gloria McNair and Juanita Rivera. They are also students in my school but are bad news - too wild and independent - so I never brought them in. Now Ashley knows she'll be in big trouble if she ever hangs with them again. 

	"Good," Neville agreed. "Start her tonight at your place. Mary, I'm sure you'll find Carly in need of some private counselling during school. I'll let you play with her for a few days before you bring her to Emmett's this weekend. And I'm afraid you'll have to keep her cherry in one piece - I've had some clients asking to deflower someone close to her age and I want her little cunt to fetch top dollar."

	The man held Ashley by the waist as he lay on the bed, bouncing her up and down on his prick to make her petite mounds jiggle. The girl was breathing hard from the hard member stretching and pounding her prepubescent snatch. Another man turned her head to the side and Ashley flinched but opened her mouth, her soft lips compressing as they closed around the shaft. The muscles along her jawline showed the man beneath her how she was working although he couldn't feel the wet tongue slithering all over the other man's meat.

	Now that he had the youngster moving at a nice speed with her sopping cunt lubricating his cock, he reached up and took hold of Ashley's little titties, squeezing them and making her pink nipples bulge between his fingers. This went on for a while before the man in her mouth came. Ashley nearly choked but regained her composure although some of the semen dribbled from her mouth and down her chin. One pearly gob splattered on to her smooth chest, just above and between the modest swells where her new breasts began. The slutty display on such a sweet face set the man off and he quickly saturated the eleven year-old's sex with a healthy dose of sperm.

	Satisfied, the men left Ashely tired and aching on the bed. When one of them rapped on the bedroom door, someone on the outside opened it and let them out; locking the door when it closed again. Ashley didn't try to plead to be released. As with her first two nights in Mr. Pearson's house, no one would open the door until more customers came in or when it was time for her to finally go home.

	It was only as she was being driven back home after the first night that she learned there were two other girls who were also forced into service at Mr. Pearson's home. They weren't supposed to talk to each other but they quietly whispered in the back of the van. Jenny was thirteen and was also attended Ashley's school. Kathee had been brought in to this sordid business when she was seventh grader at the school but now she was sixteen. But high school had proven to be no refuge as her principal there was also part of this cabal that pressed young girls into prostitution.

	Although she didn't have any idea how they could get out of this endless abuse, Ashley felt some small piece of comfort in knowing she wasn't alone. And she hoped Carly was okay - her little sister seemed unusually withdrawn yesterday before Ashley was driven to the Pearson residence.

	"AHHH! That's my girl," Mary Dietz sighed as her climax finished wetly into her small victim's face.

	She pulled Carly to her feet; the little girl already naked and her mouth smeared with her principal's cunt drippings. The clamps on Carly's chest had made the pink nipples deliciously swollen. The woman jerked them off with yanks that made the girl yelp. But some undocumented soundproofing of Mary's office some years ago over summer break meant no one else would hear.

	Pinching one engorged niplet, Mary trapped the other one in her front teeth, tugging on it while flicking at the flesh with her tongue. One her hands found its way between the child's legs where it manipulated the first grader's hairless genitals until the girl was squirming. Carly was frightened and ashamed by her forced arousal, as she had been the previous day. 

	Practically thrown onto the desk, Carly whimpered as her legs were shoved wide apart and her bald, puffy cuntlet was lewdly displayed before the woman. Mary attacked it without mercy, chomping and sucking on the delicate piece of little girlhood. She didn't stop until Carly came and then stood up to admire the nude six year-old. 

	The expression on Carly's face was priceless. All of the little ones that Mary used had the same thing at first - confusion, embarrassment, and the lingering, undeniable pleasure. Caressing the child's leg, Mary told her what was to come.

	"Tonight, you're coming to a party that will last all weekend. And you get to see what your whore of a sister does with her body. And you'll learn how to do it, too."

	Ashley winced as the man's jism invaded her body. Already her mouth was sticky with residue and its musky taste from a series of men, the latest of whom had just cum there a minute ago. The man behind her yanked his prick from her cunt and Ashley felt the slimy trail leaking down her inner thighs. When the men left, Pearson came in.

	"We made another pick-up while you were busy whoring about in here," he said as he took her by the arm. "I think you'll find it most interesting."

	As he walked her though the living room, Ashley saw people there eating and drinking as if at a casual party. Several sets of eyes turned her way to feast on her nakedness and she suddenly saw a familiar face.

	"Ms. Dietz!" she called out. "Please, help me."

	The woman joined Ashley and Pearson as they continued to the basement where more rooms were situated. 

	"But I already have helped you," Mary said as Pearson motioned for another man to unlock a door. "I've brought you and your baby sister closer together."

	Ashley saw the two adults immediately and it took a little longer before she saw the small form of Carly stretched on the bed. Her hands were cuffed and over her head, secured to a chain bolted to the headboard. Near Carly's head, a porcine man straddled her body, pulling on her head as he worked her mouth back and forth along his cock. Carly was helpless as she was force fed the meat.

	"She's a very good student here, just like she is in school," Mary remarked to Ashley. "This is only her second cock and look at her suck on that like a pro."

	A woman was stretched over the foot of the bed, holding Carly's legs while her head was buried between them. She was eating and slurping the first grader's tiny pussy quite forcefully and noisily. Carly was whining - whether from one or both assaults was unknown - when the man poured his boiling seed into her throat. The child gagged but had no other recourse but to swallow it all. A minute later, Carly came, the woman gnashing on the girl's little twat until she stood up and licked her lips.

	"Look who's here, Carly," Mary called to her.

	Carly turned and was stunned to see her sister standing naked and looking sorrowful. She blushed, knowing Ashley had been watching. Pearson pointed to the stains around Ashley's mouth and cunt.

	"See, she's a whore just like you," he said.

	"And one day soon you'll have some nice hard cocks getting shoved into your pussy, too," Mary cooed sweetly.

	Carly saw the glistening stickiness on her sister's crotch and whimpered.

	"But we have other things in store for you this weekend," Pearson promised.

	It was Saturday night when the sisters were reunited in the spacious living room with quite a few people gathered around. Bruce Neville approached Ashley, brandishing his huge erection.

	"How would you like to take this bruiser up your ass?" he asked. "I understand you're still a virgin there."

	"N-no...please," Ashley replied in a weak voice.

	Neville nodded and turned to Carly.

	"Then I'll just bust open this baby ass instead."

	"NO!" Ashley shouted as Carly burst into tears.

	"Well, then make up your mind," Neville said. "You or her? You or her?"

	He kept repeating the phrase as he pointed his dick from Ashley to Carly and back again. 

	"Please, put it in me," Ashely wept. 

	"You want me to put this monster cock up your tight little ass?" he said.

	Having gone through this game before with other men before she had to suck them or take them in her quim, Ashley repeated what he wanted to hear in a trembling voice.

	"Put your monster cock up my tight little ass," she said in surrender. "Please."

	"Please," Neville repeated before he turned to the others. "See? She's begging for it."

	Then he looked at Ashley and gave her a friendly wink.

	"Actually, I was just teasing, Ashley. I was never going to fuck your sister with this."

	Ashley relaxed slightly before he continued.

	"Charlie, here already paid good money for that privilege."

	Another man stepped forward and approached Carly; his prick hard but more average sized than the well-endowed superintendent. Others grabbed Ashley and forced her on all fours on the coffee table while Neville knelt behind her. Carly was draped over a chair, roughly at a ninety-degree angle from Ashley. Soon both girls were weeping as eager fingers greased their rears. 

	"You two will watch each other get your asses broken in," Neville announced as he forcefully gripped the eleven year-old's soft buttocks to pull them apart. "That way you can both see and feel what the other is experiencing. It's just our little way of promoting family togetherness."

	Neville started pushing roughly from behind and Ashley desperately tried to keep her sphincter closed. But the man was relentless and Ashley cried as she felt her ring of muscle inevitably dilating under the brutish assault. The pain of its incredible stretching made her eyes bulge so that others in the room laughed. Then something tore and Neville rammed his prick into the preteen's untried ass. 

	Ashley howled as her sodomy commenced with huge, boring thrusts. There was a burning in her bottom that the pounding hardness stoked. A roaring in her ears blotted most everything else out until a shrill squealing brought her back.

	To her horror, she saw that the other man, Charlie had succeeded in penetrating Carly's little rump. The six year-old's ass cheeks plumped out as the man drove in and he was no gentler with her than Neville was with Ashley. Carly's mouth hung open as she was buggered, her eyes seeking her big sister's and finding no help there.

	Neville kept hammering his cock into the preteen's greasy chute, feeling her soft rectal tissues grabbing at his hardness. He leaned forward and spoke into Ashley's ear.

	"Charlie may have a smaller dick, but your baby sister is so much tinier, so imagine what this must feel like to her."

	Neville slid his hands up Ashley's slender torso, reaching her budding breasts and holding them tight. He kept twisting the tender mounds as he used them for purchase while he continued to give the sixth grader her first ass fucking. 

	Ashley was getting dizzy from the shock and the pain by the time she felt the hot rush of semen filling her bowels. A warbling cry from Carly not too long after announced Charlie's injection of jism in her battered little rectum. After the men pulled out, both girls were bleeding a little from their injured holes.

	"They sure as hell bleed like virgins, don't they?" a man asked and everyone above the age of eleven in the room enjoyed a good laugh.

	The sisters were once again separated and returned to their different rooms for further abuse, not seeing one another until Sunday afternoon until they joined Kathee and Jenny in the van. Neither of the other two girls looked any better and they were horrified to see little Carly had been included in the sordidness. 

	"I've seen some really little girls at some of the other houses I've been taken to," Kathee whispered. "But Pearson's place is where they usually bring me and I had always been glad they didn't have someone of her age there. I'm so sorry."

	So was Ashley and she tried to ignore the aching in her own body while she stroked her sister's hair as Carly clung to her.

	After such a hard weekend, the girls were left alone throughout the week, but Ashley was told they'd be used again on the weekend. On Thursday, Ashley felt her arm being grabbed from behind in the school hallway and saw it was Jenny. The other girl held a finger to her lips and tilted her head toward the girls' restroom. Ashley followed her inside where Jenny spoke hurriedly in a low voice.

	"Kathee called me," she said. "She overheard Mr. Trudell - he's a football coach at the high school - talking about this weekend. "They're going to have you in the living room on Friday night for a DP."

	"What's that?"

	Jenny opened her mouth to speak, but looked pained.

	"You're better off not knowing until it happens. Anyway, try to make as much noise as possible when they do you. Kathee figured out a way to pick the bedroom doors open. While everyone's watching you, we're going to make a run for it."

	"Where will you go?"

	"Kathee has an aunt who lives out on Montana. She's met her a couple of times and is what they call a free spirit - a grown-up who doesn't care about the rules. Kathee is sure she'd let me and her stay there. But we need you to be a distraction so we can get out."

	Ashley wished she could go too, but could never abandon Carly. She nodded and Jenny quickly darted out of the bathroom in case Mr. Pearson was on patrol.

	Ashley had already been orally and vaginally raped several times by the time she was brought to the living room. Coach Trudell was sitting on the couch with his dick fully erect and grinned when he saw the girl. Ashley shuddered as her barely healed ass was greased. Then she was lifted and lowered onto Trudell's member, squalling loudly as the hardness tore into her snug young rectum inch by heaving inch. 

	She knew she was supposed to make a lot of noise for Kathee's and Jenny's escape, but she never had to put any extra effort into it. Once the coach's prick was fully embedded in her bottom, Pearson knelt in front of her with his rod at the ready. Ashley didn't understand his intent until he pressed his glans into her hairless slit. Ashley shrieked her protests, but could not stop the searing agony of a second cock entering her below the waist. 

	With their members wedged into the young girl's tight channels, the men could only move in small strokes as they reamed Ashley unmercifully. The eleven year-old was stretched like an adult porn star, screaming hoarsely as her body was subjected to dual copulation until each man ejaculated inside her.

	"That's all for tonight," Neville said to Ashley as she tried unsuccessfully to stand. "We'll be back in the morning and the four of you will get to debut some of our new equipment."

	He pointed to a stack of large cartons in the corner and Ashley couldn't begin to guess what tortures awaited inside. As some of the adults began to leave, the half-conscious girl was dragged back to her room.

	"Ashley! Wake up!"

	Ashley stirred, feeling the sudden panic of having fallen asleep in class again. But it was dark and the searing ache in her lower body reminded her of where she was. Kathee was crouched next to the bed, shaking her awake. 

	"Huh?" Ashley asked blearily.

	"You've got to hurry," Kathee whispered. "It's time to go!"

	The fog in Ashley's head suddenly cleared. 

	"What, you mean I'm going with you?"

	"Yeah, Jenny didn't know everything I was planning when she told you what we were doing. But my Aunt Stella will take us all in, I'm sure of it."

	"What about Carly?" Ashley asked as she put her clothes on as quickly as her sore body would allow. 

	"Jenny's getting her. Come on."

	They went to Carly's room where Jenny had the handcuffs undone with the key Kathee had purloined. Ashley saw the cum stains on her little sister's mouth and the stickiness on her bottom and went to comfort her sister.

	"Come on!" Kathee hissed impatiently. 

	"I can't find her underpants," Jenny grumbled.

	"Who cares, get her dressed, now."

	They got Carly's other clothes on and Kathee and Jenny helped the sisters upstairs. The house was quiet as they crept into the garage. What Kathee hadn't planned on was the house alarm which started to beep, demanding the code. 

	"Oh shit," she said. "Everyone in the car. I've got Pearson's keys."

	"Where were they?" Jenny asked as Kathee started the ignition and hit the garage door opener. 

	Inside, the house alarm began to scream.

	"In his office - the same place I've seen him toss them. I also got his wallet and a bunch of stuff from the filing cabinet and put them in the trunk."

	"You know how to drive?" Ashley asked from the back seat as they unsteadily backed out into the driveway.

	"Sure," Kathee bragged before she accidentally hit the accelerator too hard and shot the car into the street, massacring Pearson's mail box in the process. "Uh, more or less."

	Lights had come on in the house and they saw Pearson burst from the front door and onto the lawn. He shouted something at the car as Kathee put in and gear and then they roared down the street.

	"I do better going forward," Kathee said as the block disappeared behind them.

	"Ashley," Carly whispered, looking very sheepish.

	"Yes?"

	The little girl looked up at her sister, her eyes huge.

	"I'm not wearing any panties. Am I being naughty?"

	Ashley hugged her little sister, thankful that Carly had retained some of her innocence despite what she had endured.

	Pearson silenced the alarm, but by now the police had been summoned by the security company. He quickly went inside and found all four girls missing. When the squad car arrived just as he got back from the basement, the officers saw the mailbox and the open garage door and called in to their dispatcher.

	In the fifteen years Detective Sergeant Harry Fairborn had first made detective grade, he had spent most it in Sex Crimes and Homicide. But the victims, both living and dead and the human detritus he dealt with ate away at him more than he admitted for too long until he transferred to Burglary &Theft six months ago. He was feeling more like a normal person and his wife was happier. And recently one of his kids had mentioned how they liked having their "old dad" back again.

	The precinct's night shift was running a little short and he got the phone call while he was in bed. It was inconvenient, but that came with the job. He did notice as he got dressed that he no longer felt the leaden weight in his gut. No, tonight would be a time for clues and reasoning, all relatively clean of blood and sorrow as he worked the case. His wife met him in the kitchen with a hot coffee and a muffin and kissed him goodbye.

	Once at the scene, Harry met with the victim, one Emmett Pearson, who reported his keys and his wallet were stolen along with his car. Listening to the timeline, Harry thought it curious that the burglar had time to find the keys and take the car before the alarm was going full blast. Usually, when the warning beeps began, burglars either took off or made a quick grab of something nearby before dashing away.

	When he asked Pearson to show him where the keys and wallet had been kept, the man took him through several rooms before reaching his den. Again, this was odd to get the keys so quickly unless the thief knew the layout of the house. 

	As he turned the lights on in the den, Pearson gestured to the desk to point where he usually put his things. It was then that he noticed the open filing cabinet drawers. The bitches must have taken the cash and the videos. He turned slowly around to see the detective looking at him with a blank expression.

	"Now that I think about it,' he said hurriedly. "I wonder if some of my students or ex-students didn't do this as a prank."

	"A prank," Harry repeated in a neutral tone.

	Pearson rubbed his suddenly sweaty palms on his pajama pants legs, a detail Harry noticed. He licked his lips for a moment before speaking again.

	"Ah, yes," he said slowly. "Now some of them are problem kids - you know, from bad homes. Let's just see if we can find them and give them a lecture. I don't want to see them get criminal records at such a young age. Then I'll drive them home myself."

	"To their broken homes," Harry noted.

	"Well, um..." Pearson started, wiping his hands again.

	Harry's "cop radar" was screaming red by now. He had seen Pearson's reaction to the open filing cabinet and now this man's actions were all wrong. In his mind, Harry shifted Pearson's status from victim to suspect. The problem was, he didn't know the crime.

	"Why don't you join Officer Tate in the kitchen to settle your nerves while I work on a report, okay?" Harry asked in a friendly manner. 

	Pearson nodded and led the way back to the kitchen. With a couple of hand gestures, Harry let Tate know to keep the man in the kitchen.

	Softly, Harry went through the living room, noticing the stacked boxes there. He was curious but kept walking until he noticed the door to the basement open. He went downstairs and found a series of rooms there. Going into the first one, he could smell the odors of sweat and sex - basic sensory memories he would never forget from too many places in his professional past. Attached to the headboard was a chain with a pair of unfastened handcuffs at the end. 

	Harry carefully lifted the sheets, feeling them resist before parting as something sticky that was holding them together gave way. Whatever had happened in here had happened tonight. Finding nothing else on the bed, he knelt on the floor and looked under the bed. He took a pen from his pocket and lifted something he saw with it before carefully bringing it into the light. 

	It was a very small pair of panties - about the size his youngest daughter had outgrown a year or two ago. 

	"Willis," Harry called out, summoning the other uniformed officer.

	The man's tread sounded on the stairs and he entered the room. 

	"What's up, Sarge?"

	"Call in a full forensics team," Harry said, his stomach suddenly heavy and dull.

	"For a B&E?" the cop asked, referring to Breaking & Entering.

	"No, for a crime scene - a bad one. And tell Tate - make sure you don't touch anything else in the whole damned house."
	



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