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story_codes: MMM+/gg (10,6), g/g, first, non-cons, cons

story_intro: In a savage district of old San Francisco, two young girls forced to become prostitutes form a bond of survival and pleasure that will take them into high society.


story_language: English




Gold Rush Girls - The Barbary Coast

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: This is a sequel of sorts to 'Gold Rush Girls' where the characters of Sarah, Alice, Ling, and Josiah Littleton were introduced.


	Pearl watched as the fog rolled in over San Francisco Bay, obscuring the island the Spaniards had named after pelicans. The air was uncomfortably chilly, but it was fresh - unlike the atmosphere inside the Red Finch where she would be working as she did every night.

	When she was eight years old, Pearl had crossed the Pacific from China with her father. When he died during the voyage, the ship's captain had taken her to his cabin where he rudely introduced the little orphan to the way of things between men and women. Raised to be obedient, Pearl tried to be still, but the size of the man ripping into her little hole was too much and she had begun to fight. But by then it was too late and the man was on top of her. Her first lesson that night had left her bleeding and sticky between her legs.

	Through the duration of the voyage, the lesson was frequently re-taught along with new ones that relieved her of her virginity everywhere else. When they docked in San Francisco, the captain tried to sell her to one of the brothels owned by Ah Toy, a former Chinese prostitute who had become an entrepreneur in the fleshpot industry. Although the madam employed young girls, Pearl was too young to be of use.

	So the captain brought her to the owner of the Red Finch. Technically, the girl wasn't a slave. But she had nowhere to go and worked to pleasure customers in exchange for meals and a place to sleep in one of the cribs the saloonkeeper also owned. 

	The cribs were narrow spaces separated by cheap boards in an old stable with a dirty mattress in each meager chamber. The owner charged rent to the prostitutes that used them and it was not uncommon for Pearl to hear the sounds of paid sex through the thin walls. For her, all of her work was done in the saloon and her lowly crib was her refuge during the day. 

	Below the cheap mattress and under an inch of dirt was a flat rock under which Pear stashed the few extra coins she earned from time to time that she hid from the boss. Most of the time, the customers paid the man directly but in her two years as a whore, Pearl had learned how to make a little extra money when the saloonkeeper wasn't keeping close track of her.

	Pearl was also the recipient of visits from a young woman who had worked at the brothel and noticed the little girl when the captain tried to sell her. The woman's name was Ling and she had told the child she would help her learn the arts of pleasure. 

	And her teachings were not limited to men. In fact, much of what Pearl learned was how two females could make love and pleasure one another. Her slight, smooth body became a playing surface for Ling's fingers and mouth and the various objects she sometimes brought with her.

	Entering the saloon, Pearl saw there were few customers but knew the place would be packed and riotous within a few hours. She barely registered the stew of odors assailing her nose - sweat, alcohol, and smoke. Had she bothered to give it more thought, she might have detected the aftermath sex - a stink that would become more pungent into the night.

	A smiling man sat by himself at a table and a few minutes later, his smile grew wider. Pearl spied a mop of sandy-colored curls moving out from under the table. The little girl the curls belonged to was wiping her mouth and beamed when she saw the other girl.

	"Hi Pearl!" she called.

	Pearl hugged the smaller child before dabbing a white smear from the corner of her mouth.

	"Hello Lillian," she said. "You good mouth whore, Man very happy."

	Lillian giggled at the complement. A few months earlier, she had been left at the saloon while her father, a widowed miner, claimed to be leaving to collect a debt. Whether that was his actual purpose and he met a bad end or his abandonment of his daughter was deliberate was unknown. But Lillian quickly had to earn her paltry room and meals with her mouth.

	At the time of her abandonment, her dress was falling apart. Someone had procured another used dress but this was too large for the girl. One shoulder or another often slipped down but the six year-old had little to show on her chest except its flatness and her pink nipples. But Pearl enjoyed getting a peek and had begun fantasizing about doing things with the girl. This time, it would be Pearl acting as the mentor and Lillian as the student.

	So far, Pearl had not pursued anything for fear of frightening Lillian. But as she hadn't seen Ling for nearly two months, the ten year-old found her urges for girl-on-girl trysts becoming stronger. 

	Several hours later, Pearl's concentration was solely on the pricks plumbing her orifices. She was learning to work her body to enhance the men's experience. Sometimes, although not often, a man would give her a tip that she would secret in a pocket sewn inside her cheap dress. She had just finished dabbing some drops of semen from her cunny when a waitress tapped her on the arm.

	"The men at the table over there just rented you out. Recognize them? Looks like you're in for the Sailor's Delight."

	Pearl sighed but went over to the table, steeling herself.

	"Get her over, Jim," one man laughed.

	Pearl felt herself lifted and put face down on the table. Her dress was tossed over her back, leaving her golden-hued buttocks exposed. Unwashed hands explored her bottom, squeezing the smooth globes before pulling them apart. Before her night began, Pearl had used a little lard in each lower hole to prepare herself for sudden customer demands.

	A calloused finger was jammed into her asshole, making her wince as the man hooked it and twisted inside her.

	"Tight as an East Bay oyster," the man apparently named Jim proclaimed.

	The finger left and Pearl then felt his hands on her narrow hips. She was quite familiar with the next thing that touched her, probing between her buttocks until it found the small target. The man drove his cock into the girl, enlarging her greasy anus and planting his member into her snug rectum.

	"Nice and warm," Jim crooned. "She'll sure be a lot hotter when we get done, though."

	With unrestrained force, he began buggering the ten year-old whore. Each inward thrust made Pearl emit a soft grunt. It felt like the man was trying to stab her stomach - he and his kind usually worked that way. 

	Along with the child's soft innards, Jim enjoyed the sight of his thick white cock slamming into the small yellow rump, teaching the little China Girl who was master. He rammed her hard and quick, bringing his climax as quickly as possible as he spewed his jism in her guts.

	Pearl's respite was less than a minute before the next dick was drilling into her. She saw Lillian approaching another table full of men and locked her eyes on her. The night went better when she could watch Lillian, focusing on that sweet little mouth and imagining what it would be like on her body instead of having a man's hard prick sliding between them.

	Jeptha leered at the little girl with the soft mouth who sweetly asked him if he'd like to have her suck him off. With a wink to his buddies, he lifted her up on his lap, bouncing her as he pushed his hand under her dress. The child's bare buttock easily was covered by his hand as he fondled her.

	"You sure feel pretty, little miss," he said hungrily.

	"Thank you," Lillian replied with a giggle.

	Sometimes, men liked to touch her under her dress and Lillian didn't mind. The man who owned the bar said she had to make customers happy. It wasn't so nice if they pinched her, but other times they just tickled and squeezed her which was kind of fun.

	Then Jeptha's hand slipped between the girl's legs.

	"You're even prettier here," he murmured before turning to his friends. "She's smooth as a plum and likely just as juicy."

	Now Lillian squirmed uncomfortably. She was too little for men to go in there - they'd have to wait until she was bigger, like Pearl who, in her mind, was almost like an adult. Her movements made her dress slip from one shoulder.

	"Aw, look boys, she's showing us a tit," Jeptha laughed. "Let's see both of them."

	He yanked the dress from Lillian's other shoulder, baring the six year-old's undeveloped chest. Her dress tore a little and Lillian was close to crying. All she wanted to do now was get off of this man who was clutching her all over and put his penis in her mouth like she was supposed to do. 

	The little girl was so soft and fresh and Jeptha wanted to have her. From the hungry looks around the table, no one was about to object. He pulled her dress down, damaging it more as he wrestled from Lillian's kicking legs. Unbuttoning his trousers, he let his dick loose and lubed the head with his spit.

	Lillian was crying as he set her vulva against his head, pushing at her tiny, hairless slit.

	"Nooo!" she protested. "I can't do this 'til I'm all growed up!"

	"Time to make you a woman, then," Jeptha growled as he jerked the girl down on him.

	Lillian screamed as she was torn and flailed at the man as he kept pulling her virgin pussy onto his cock. The tavern was quite noisy and screams were not uncommon, so only a few people turned to look. Most of them looked away again with other things to distract them. If anyone had any serious objections, they kept it to themselves because one undersized whore wasn't worth the risk of getting knifed.

	Pearl let out a choked yell when she saw Lillian's violation. She was pinned to the table by the man thrusting in her young ass but in panic tried to get away.

	"Now she's getting into it!" the man sodomizing her called out. "See? All she needed was the right man who knew how to treat a little Chink whore with a cock."

	"Let her have it, Pete," another man encouraged.

	Pete drilled her harder and Pearl felt a sting that told her she would be bleeding some before the night was done. But her hope lifted when she saw the tavern owner hurrying to the other table and confronting the men with Lillian.

	She couldn't hear him through the usual ruckus, but he was gesturing forcefully. Then he held out his hand and one of the other men put some cash in it. Nodding, he returned to the bar, leaving Lillian to the mercy of the paying customers.

	Lillian's twatlet was tight but very slick from her defloration. She was still struggling to get free, but Jeptha kept pounding her up and down, painfully enlarging the six year-old's unready cunt. Like the men with Pearl, he came as quickly as he could, drawing fresh tears from Lillian as she felt the stuff she had tasted so much penetrate her tiny womb.

	Pete looked at the red splotches on the head of his dick after he had cum in the ten year-old's ass. Pearl was shaking as Pete laughed. 

	"Sure as shit, I gave her something to remember!" he laughed.

	Pearl tried to slip away and rescue Lillian (how she could do that, she didn't know). A large hand came down hard on the small of her back.

	"Don't know where you think you're going," another man said. "'Cause you have plenty left here."

	The man jammed his prick into her bowels and Pearl could feel her injury flare. She could see Jeptha laughing as he lifted Lillian in the air. The little girl's vulva was a mess of crimson and white. She was passed to another man who immediately bored into her injured quim. The bald lips of the child's twat flared around the man's mass and Lillian struggled weakly as her rape-lubricated, immature tube was fully penetrated. The girl may have been unwilling, but her heated little pussy gripped the man's cock as she was fucked again.

	Eventually, Pearl surrendered. She didn't move as the men pounded their meat into her preteen ass. Her rectum was sore and sticky from the repeated anal copulation and she watched helplessly as sweet little Lillian, who only wanted to make people happy, was passed around the table. The child was as limp as a rag doll by the time she reached Jeptha again. That didn't stop him from lancing her tiny twat with his cock until he injected her with more semen.

	Pearl blinked, feeling the throbbing agony in her bottom and wondering how much time she had lost. The place was mostly empty now. She was still on the table where the men had left her; her dressed raised and the leakage from her stretched anus telling the world what she had been doing. Ignoring her pain, she pushed her dress down and made her way to Lillian's table where the men there had also gone. 

	Lillian lay on the floor near her torn dress. The child was shivering as she stared blankly at a wall. Her stained cunny looked far too small to have taken the abuse it had and Lillian weakly clutched at it as Pearl helped her up. 

	"Pearl, the men hurt me," Lillian whispered as the older girl got her dressed. 

	Pearl said nothing as she helped Lillian out of the saloon. The little girl could hardly walk as Pearl led her to the stable where she used a rag and cold water from a hand pump to get both of them clean. 

	"Pearl, I want to stay with you," Lillian said.

	That had been Pearl's plan as she helped Lillian to her crib. There, she removed Lillian's dress had the girl lie on her back. Without a word, Pearl undressed and closed cheap door to the stall before she crawled into bed. 

	Spreading Lillian's legs, Pearl slowly lapped at the child's hairless quim. Lillian murmured something in a confused tone but went silent as Pearl continued her oral caresses. Carefully, Pearl dug her tongue into the six year-old's snatch, cleansing it of the aftertaste of men until she could only taste the child's sex.

	Lillian was panting as Pearl felt the first trickle of her juices. Lovingly, she paused to suck on the little girl's bald vulva again, playfully nibbling the labia and flick the stiff little clitoris. Lillian whined as these new feelings made her melt where Pearl's tongue was. And it was now inside of her, the ten year-old orally copulating with the six year-old. 

	Even without Lillian's soft cries, Pearl could tell by the reaction of her pussy that she had cum. After drinking everything the smaller girl could give, Pearl crawled up until they were face to face, their young bodies pressed together. Lillian was trapped beneath her and that was how Pearl wanted it as she spoke at last. 

	"You no mouth whore anymore. You now Pearl's girl whore. Just me. You stay here at night."

	Lillian nodded, wide-eyed. Pearl drew her thin blanket over both of them. The warmth of two bodies helped against the chilly drafts that seeped through the gaps between the wood planks. 

	For two weeks, Lillian had indeed become Pearl's personal girl whore. Had Pearl known the word "lover", she would have used that term instead. Every morning, Lillian would greet her in the crib, pleasing the weary older girl by applying what Pearl had taught her. Soon, the six year-old's fingers were as skilled as her mouth. In the afternoons after she awoke, Pearl preferred to be the instigator. Lillian's moans and squeals were like music as Pearl thoroughly enjoyed the little girl's body and all of its treasures.

	The saloonkeeper had been annoyed by Lillian's disappearance but hadn't made an effort to find her as the city was teeming with orphans and cast-offs and locating one out of so many would be fruitless. But one evening, Pearl spied another hooker talking to the man and pointing at Pearl. Pearl ducked her head away to pretend she didn't notice, but her instincts told her that the man was now aware of the secret she hid in her crib.

	Slipping out of the tavern, Pearl immediately went to the stable. Digging the rock out from the dirt, she took her small cache and led Lillian away. 

	It was an hour before the saloonkeeper went to the stable and only had an empty crib to show for his search.

	Pearl and Lillian kept quiet and out of site through the alleyways of the sordid district of San Francisco known as the Barbary Coast. One could get their throat slit for a penny and if the victim was female, some other abuses might be endured before the fatal touch.

	It was morning when Pearl went to the door of the brothel where Ling worked. The great Ah Toy did not usually visit her places of business, entrusting (to a degree) the operations to house madams. At this place, the house madam peered down at Pearl through the smoke of her pipe.

	"I remember you," she said in very good English. "The captain brought you here but you were too young. But now..."

	The woman examined the girl with an expert's vision. Pearl's slight frame had not yet developed but undoubtedly would in its limited way in the next few years. The brothel had girls as young as eleven and there were plenty of men eager to use their immature bodies. Pearl might be a year younger, but she would do. Finally, the woman nodded.

	"Yes, we can use you but that one must go," she announced, pointing to Lillian with her pipe as she completed her statement. "No white girls in a Chinese house."

	The madam knew a girl like Lillian would fetch a pretty price from some select customers, most of them white men. But if word got out that any white girl or woman was working in a Chinese brothel, "enslaved by the yellow devils", there would be riots.

	"She go back, she die," Pearl said, hugging Lillian to her. "I speak to Ling. She help."

	"Ling is no longer here, but I understand," the madam said, knowing full well of Ling's predilection for little girls. She rightly suspected that Pearl had already been the object of Ling's attention. "But I can tell you where she is."

	
When Ling knocked on the door of the fine brick house of Josiah Littleton, she was dismissed by the butler with instructions that beggars were to use the kitchen door in back. Before she could protest that she was looking for Ling, the door was closed in her face.

	After knocking on the back door, she was able to tell the cook who she wanted to see. It was several minutes before Ling appeared and she quickly swept Pearl into a hug. Both girls were hustled in and fed. Ling and Pearl spoke in their Hoisanese dialect so the cook and maids wouldn't understand.

	"You wear a fine white woman's dress," Pearl gushed after she briefed Ling on the predicament that she and Lillian shared.

	"I am now a governess," Ling said properly but with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "I live here while the other servants go home at night. Mr. Littleton prefers it that way for certain reasons."

	"Ah, you serve your master in bed," Pearl noted.

	"Not quite," Ling said with a laugh. 

	Then she told Pearl about her initial encounter with two little girls and how it eventually led to her current employment.

	"Now you are here," Ling concluded. "So I will have Mr. Littleton hire you to be a maid and live here. You can serve me in my bed."

	Pearl liked that idea very much but hesitated.

	"What about Lillian?" she asked.

	"This could be interesting," the young woman mused. "If we do this with care, Mr. Littleton may allow her here as well. I must speak with Lillian and...where is she?"

	Pearl swiveled her head, but Lillian was nowhere to be seen.

	Having never been in such a fine dwelling, Lillian couldn't help but to explore. She avoided the sour-faced butler and crept upstairs as he didn't seem to have any interest up there. As she passed by a closed door, she heard laughter - the laughter of little girls.

	She ventured inside and stopped. There were two girls her age with pretty dresses on. The brown-haired girl's dress was raised while the redhead was pushing something into her playmate's cunny. The brown-haired girl saw her and said hello. Then the red-haired one turned and did the same.

	"I'm Sarah," said the redhead. "And this is Alice. Please close the door so the maid won't see us."

	Lillian gave them her name after she had shut the door. Then she looked at the white cylindrical object protruding from Alice's hairless lips. 

	"Does that hurt?" she asked.

	"Oh no," Alice replied. "It's fun."

	"Haven't you ever played with candles?" Sarah asked brightly.

	When Lillian shook her head, the other two girls giggled.

	"Then we'll show you how," Sarah announced.

	The butler eyed Pearl suspiciously but turned and left her alone after Ling told him that she was to be the new kitchen girl to assist the cook. There hadn't been an old kitchen girl but the butler didn't really care as that was Mr. Littleton's business.

	With no sign of Lillian on the ground floor, Ling led Pearl upstairs. Behind one door, they heard giggling.

	"Ah, that must be Sarah and Alice's room," Pearl said.

	"Yes," replied Ling as she cocked her head. "But I hear three different laughs."

	Together, they entered the room and found Lillian with a very wet candle in her little snatch. Ling licked her lips and turned to Pearl.

	"I don't think this will be very complicated at all."

	Josiah Littleton was exhausted when he returned home after dark. He helped himself to a snack of cold ham, bread and fruit which had been left on the sideboard. He was surprised when a young Chinese girl appeared and asked him if he'd like anything else.

	"Er, no," he answered slowly. "And who are you?"

	"I am Pearl, the live-in kitchen girl," the girl replied proudly. "Ling say I do this now."

	"Right," Josiah acknowledged, while not completely sure. 

	As he thought it over, he knew well enough what Ling did with his girls during the day. Perhaps she wanted some company in her bed at night as Sarah and Alice were usually in his bed. Speaking of which...

	He bade Pearl goodnight and went to his room. Despite his fatigue, he felt himself hardening at the thought of two sweet little things in his bed, nude and ready for his return.

	Undressing, he spied the small lumps under his covers and slid under them. One of their favorite games was for him to catch them in the darkness under the blanket. It didn't take long before he had a squeezable little rump in each hand. The covers were suddenly flung back and Sarah got to her knees with her hands on her hips and a smug look on her face. 

	"You didn't catch me," she giggled, swaying her hips and making her plump cunny dance in front of him.

	Josiah squeezed with both hands, confirming the young bottoms he was holding. To his left was Alice, who giggled at his confused expression. To his right was an equally naked, curly-haired little girl who looked a little nervous.

	"This is Lillian," Sarah told him. "Pearl brought her to live with us."

	"Did she?" Josiah asked, wondering just how large his household had become in the course of a day.

	"We taught her to play with candles," Alice added. "But you need to show her you're a nice man. Some bad men hurt her like Mr. Chisolm did to us."

	Josiah hadn't heard any news of the swindler since he had abruptly run off three months ago. On the good side, he had left the two orphans he had made his sex slaves behind. Josiah had questions for Ling about Pearl and Lillian, but those would wait until tomorrow.

	Lillian stiffened when he first touched her between her thighs but then she relaxed as he massaged her tiny mound. The girl opened her legs a little more for him, staring into his eyes before looking down to see the magic he was generating. Her girlish sex was smooth and pliant under his fingers and became moist between her delicate folds. 

	With deliberate slowness, Josiah inserted his finger into her. Lillian held her breath as she was digitally penetrated. However, has the man's skillful probing inside worked its effect on her, she began breathing heavily. A trickle of her fluid snaked down his hand as her arousal grew. Responding to her body's needs, the child pressed down with her pelvis, wrenching her cunny around on the man's finger.

	When Josiah pulled out, Lillian gave a peep of protest. Her bald vulva was dripping as he lifted her and carefully brought her onto his erection. With his hands holding her around her upper torso, he could feel her heart pounding with one of his thumbs. The beat quickened as he carefully penetrated her, giving her little quim time to expand.

	By the time he reached her cervix, she had taken half of him into her. The six year-old's pussy was a force of liquid heat as it clamped around his cock. When he moved her up, she groaned from the intense, rubbing contact between them. Having brought her close to climax with his finger, Josiah knew she wouldn't be long in cumming. After a few minutes of stroking, Lillian quivered with her orgasm while her fiery little cuntlet remained filled with cock. 

	Josiah never paused while Lillian was cumming and shortly after her climax passed, he erupted inside of her, seeding her undeveloped organs with pounding surges. Lillian let out a loud breath as her body accepted his ejaculation.

	Gently, he removed her and set her to the side where Alice was. With Lillian on her back, Alice quickly got on top of her and hungrily sucked her adoptive father's sperm from her new sister's quim while she lowered her crotch onto Lillian's face. She didn't stop when Lillian was clean slurping hungrily while Lillian daintily worked her little tongue into Alice's bald cleft. 

	Josiah watched the two little Sapphic lovers with interest; his erection reviving partly from the show and also from Sarah's thorough cleaning of his member with her mouth. Once he was fully upright, the redhead grinned as she stood and spread her little pussy lips in preparation for mounting her father.

	The four businessmen were seated together, enjoying luncheon at their private club. One of them had just finished telling the others of the new child he had taken in under unexpected circumstances. In a matter of two months, he had gone from bachelor to becoming the father of three little daughters. 

	"So Littleton," asked one of the other gentlemen. "Is there money to be made in owning an orphanage? I need to know before you corner the market."

	They all laughed and another man paused to swallow his last bite of lamb before he weighed in.

	"I daresay it is a good thing these are such little children," he remarked as he reached for the glass of Merlot produced from the valley vineyards north of the mouth of San Francisco Bay. "For if they were ten years older, some might accuse you of starting a harem."

	Josiah laughed easily, although he found the idea of a miniature harem quite appealing. But he wondered if he had it in him to keep them all satisfied. Remembering Alice and Lillian last night while Sarah polished his cock with her cunny, he conceded that they could stay busy while waiting their turns.


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