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story_codes: M/gg (6,6), g/g, first, non-cons, cons

story_intro: In the days of San Francisco's rush of expansion as gold his pulled from the ground, two little orphans find themselves kidnapped. What follows is an existence of being sexual playthings, a visit to a Chinese pleasure den, and another turn of events that may lead to more of the same - or a salvation of sorts.


story_language: English



Gold Rush Girls

Written by madvlad


	Through the canvas the boozy voices of miners carried with the campfire smoke in the chilly air. But Ezra Chisolm's focus was on the wet grating against his prick within the small hole it was thrusting. The sharp clench in his balls signaled the release of semen. He could feel it coursing through his hardened member, bursting into the warm receptacle he had paid to rent. As his load flooded the immature body beneath him, he could hear the whimpering there, but he paid it no more mind than he had the distant voices from the creek side.

	He rolled off the girl, clumsily jerking his trousers up. Before he left, he spared her a glance, noticing with satisfaction how his jism was oozing from the hairless folds of the puffy little cunt. She couldn't have been more than six or seven, but she satisfied his particular fetish. And in these parts, social mores were cast aside when it came to the availability of a tight and clean cunt. All too often, the only choices were with the questionable hygiene of worn out twats of miner's widows or women who couldn't make the cut in the fleshpots of San Francisco where prostitutes were pouring in after the surprise yields from Sutter's Mill not two years earlier.

	Ezra exited to the tent, nodding to the man who had taken his money. Perhaps the girl was his daughter - Ezra didn't know or care. Orphans here were even more plentiful than widows and their legs could be spread just as easily. This man, like Ezra, had learned that there were more practical ways to make money than by panning for gold in the muddy streams of Northern California. 

	Ezra peddled in tools and dry goods, trading for gold dust near the mining areas. Out here, he could fetch a higher price by allowing the miners to stay close to their claims and not risk losing time by venturing into the city or small shanty towns that popped up like mushrooms after a hard night's rain.

	"May stop again on the way out tomorrow afternoon," Ezra said to the man.

	The other man shook his head.

	"She won't be working tomorrow - have to let her rest. These little cunts get too sore and worn from a night's work. That's the problem with 'em. They're good for maybe every other night. I'm thinking of getting another one to keep a steady business."

	Ezra wished the man had thought of that prior to his trip here. But nothing to do about that now and at least his oats were well-sown. He returned to his covered wagon and went to sleep on top of a blanket spread over crates of merchandise.

	Edith Rappaport waved the girls onto the wooden sidewalk in attempt to corral them away from dangerous horse-drawn traffic of Market Street. She was one of several women who came west to staff the orphanages rapidly filling with waifs abandoned in the violent and hazardous mining ventures. The plans had been to house thirty girls in her orphanage but now they had over forty. It was taxing, but nothing that good Wesleyan faith and practicality couldn't work through. 

	A merchant had kindly offered new shoes for some of their charges and she and another worker were herding twenty-three girls to the place so they could be fitted. This was more easily said than done with a group of curious tots amid the streets of San Francisco which were riotous by day and even more deadly to the body and soul at night.

	Fortunately, another merchant, seeing their predicament, had parked his wagon in such a way to block some of the traffic from the girls as they were once again put in some semblance of order. Edith thanked the man who politely tipped his cap in return. It was a relief to find some common courtesy in the city, even from one who looked a bit mud-splattered from the gold fields.

	"Violet, do we have everyone?" Edith called to the other woman hurriedly counting heads on the sidewalk.

	Violet nervously recounted twice more before shaking her head. 

	"We're missing two, I think. Girls! Do be still!"

	Edith joined Violet for another count, confirming the two missing. After checking faces, she turned to Violet. 

	"We're missing Alice and Sarah. Those two are constant companions so all it takes is one to wander and the other to follow. Keep the others together and take them to Boothby's for their shoes. I shall see if I can find our wayward pair."

	A search of the immediate area, including a few steps into a rather sinister alley which was home to things Edith didn't want to dwell upon, was fruitless. Spying the helpful merchant climbing onto his wagon, she waved to get his attention.

	"Excuse me sir, but we are missing two girls. Both are aged six; one with red hair and the other with brown."

	The man paused and scratched his whiskered chin.

	"I can't say that I have, ma'am. But in truth, I was minding my wares and not your young 'uns."

	Edith thanked him and he clicked his teeth as he jerked the reins. As the wagon lumbered off, she twirled around, anxiously looking for the two children. Sighing in frustration, she walked toward the shoe store or else they might lose more wanderers on the way back. She'd pass the word around to other orphanages in case the girls showed up elsewhere.

	But there were other concerns where they might arrive. They might be somewhere among the newly arrived Chinese, whose strange and nefarious customs were such that no good Christian woman would dare to dwell upon them. Or they could end up in one of the Catholic orphanages. Edith paused, considering which might be worse - being trapped among the Celestials or being raised by papists. Either way, she would pray mightily for them.

	Ezra whistled happily as he turned his wagon off of Market Street. He was thinking about what that man had said in camp the other night - how a second little cunt was needed to maintain business. 

	Ezra wasn't interested in that kind of business. But he was interested in fucking. Lying tied and gagged in a pair of sacks in his wagon was his solution. They had been ridiculously easy to lure with the promise of sweets. The redhead - Sarah was her name - had been keen for a treat and her friend, that would be Alice, was right behind her.

	He had first popped Sarah in a sack before roping Alice. Once she was gagged, she went into another sack so he could turn his attention to Sarah again. She was a little fighter as he tried to tie her wrists and ankles, but was subdued with a clout on the head - not enough to knock her out but enough to let her know who was in charge. With a rag tightly wrapped around her head to block her mouth, she was still staring at him with wide, wet eyes before he pulled the opening of the sack over her head and tied it close. Anyone noticing from the outside would have only seen the back of a man as he wrestled with the loads in his wagon.

	Now he had his two little cunts and his only care was which one to use tonight.

	In hindsight, Ezra might have fetched some better prices on what he sold that day. But he had other things in his mind - soft, tight little things - and moving out the crates of goods had created more room inside his wagon. In the afternoon, he had let the girls out one at a time behind some trees so that they could relieve themselves and have a quick meal of cold corn mush. Alice was perfectly quiet when she had her turn and Sarah was equally docile - the fight truly having left her. 

	By dinner time, they were grateful for water from the canteen he held to their mouths and more mush which he spoon fed them. It was now dark and he replaced their gags. Alice whimpered when he picked up the sack that had been her prison but he merely spread it out and laid her on top of it. 

	After setting a blanket next to her, he put Sarah on her side so that she faced her friend. Then he untied her ankles, leering at them both.

	"This will only get in the way," he chortled as he nestled behind Sarah, pushing his crotch against her little rump.

	Reaching over the girl, he lifted her dress until it was wadded around her belly. Then he slid his hand between her legs and played with the smooth, plump mound there. As he captured the feather-soft texture of the child's delicate genitals in pulsing squeezes and probing diddles, the knowledge that she was helpless to be anything but his pleasure toy from now on.

	Neither girl understood this. Alice could see Ezra grinning and both girls could hear his contented snorts. Why a man wanted to touch Sarah where she peed made no sense. It was, in fact, a little embarrassing because of what the place was used for. Neither of them had any clue as to the other purpose their little treasures would serve.

	Ezra pulled his hand away from Sarah's crotch to unbutton his trousers. When she saw his erect member as the man slid it between her friend's legs, Alice's eyes widened. In the camps, she had seen miners naked as they bathed but had never seen a penis this large and stiff.

	Ezra humped his dick between Sarah's soft little thighs, shifting until it was also sliding against the hairless rolls of flesh of her innocent twatlet. Sarah looked down, mumbling something into her gag as the man's erection molested her.

	After a few minutes, Ezra wet his fingers with spit and lubricated Sara's slit. The girl grunted at the rude treatment but didn't understand why he was doing this, unless it was just to be mean. Then Ezra grabbed one small hip, moving the girl until his dick head was mashed against the tiny morsel of her virgin girlhood. Pausing, Ezra made eye contact with the equally uncomprehending Alice.

	"I'm doing your friend this way tonight so you can see what you've got coming to you the next night. This is why I'm spending good money to feed the pair of you."

	Ezra thrust his hips, making Sarah's eyes and the bald lips of her pussy bulge as the man bored at her entrance. The girl's cunny tried to resist, but the inner lips slowly and painfully expanded. While Alice watched in horror and confusion, tears leaked from Sarah's eyes as she tried to make sense of what was happening between her legs.

	Another lurch from Ezra breached the six year-old's hymen. An agonized squeal erupted from the girl's mouth, muffled by the gag, as the man's cock bludgeoned its way into her virgin quim. As he raped the girl, Ezra grinned at her friend, displaying his clenched teeth. His cock was tightly encased in heated flesh, driving deeper as the six year-old's cuntlet reluctantly opened for the first time.

	During the first few thrusts, Sarah struggled vainly. Weakened by her daylong ordeal and unable to keep the thick member from penetrating her, she gave up. Her eyes rolled partly up, but she wasn't able to reach the mercy of fainting. The pounding and stretching of her little snatch were excruciating, but her mind became numb as she endured her captor's cock as it claimed her most intimate place.

	Looking at the expression on Alice's face, Ezra couldn't help but to laugh. Watching her little friend's debauching must have been bad enough, but getting a preview of what she had coming was enough to make the girl quake. In the meantime, he had Sara's hot little vice of a cunt to pleasure himself with. The fleshy channel was slick against his moving prick as it clung to it.

	With probing fingers, he felt the juncture where his meat was sluicing in and out of child's cruelly expanded twat mound. Moving up to her pubis, he could feel her innards swelling with the motion of his cock.

	"Like what you see?" he gloated to Alice.

	The other girl stared in disbelief as the man's thick member as it savaged Sarah's helpless little hole. The thing was streaked with red and Sara's hairless crotch was a crimson mess from her violent defloration.

	Feeling the urgent twitching in his balls, Ezra knew the end was near. He added a little more force to his thrusts; the pain snapping Sarah back into full awareness just as he came. The man groaned as his testicles convulsed over and over, sending huge surges though his hard cock and into the six year-old's defiled body. Sarah whimpered and shuddered as she felt one hot gush after another enter her.

	"That's a good little cunt," Ezra crooned with satisfaction.

	He lay there for a few minutes, remaining interlocked with his new little sex slave. Then he pulled out and took the rope he had untied earlier. After he bound Sarah's ankles together, the little girl could feel the warm stickiness of her violation flowing from her plundered hole and smearing between her pressed thighs.

	Tired from a long but very fruitful day, Ezra shoved Sarah away from him and against Alice. While he quickly fell asleep, the two tots huddled together as much as their bonds allowed, trying to share and find comfort in their mutual misery.

	When Alice's turn came the following night, Ezra didn't bother positioning her for Sarah to see as the redhead knew full well what her friend would be experiencing. While Sarah remained fully bound and gagged, Ezra put Alice on her back and untied her ankles. After pulling her dress up to her stomach and spreading the girl's legs, Ezra mashed a spit-covered finger against the hairless vulva. It was nearly far-fetched to think that such a tiny mound could allow a man inside, but Ezra knew it to be true.

	Sobbing into her gag, Alice pled with her eyes as the man pulled her tied hands above her head. He got on top of her, propping himself up on one arm while he used his free hand to grip one of her hips. Alice's cunny spread for him, her crying becoming a high-pitched, panic warble as she felt the force bearing into her. 

	With no warning, Ezra lunched inward. The child's fragile maidenhead offered no defense as the man's prick ripped her open. The six year-old wailed at her premature initiation into womanhood, chewing on the rag stretched across her mouth as the man continued to stretch and tear his way into her.

	With the girl's tiny pussy crammed full of man meat, Ezra lowered himself on top of her. Alice felt smothered but that was not the worst of it as her owner worked his hips to fuck her. Watching from the side, Sarah panicked as she could not see anything of her friend except for one small foot jutting out from the side, the little toes wriggling as the hurtful rutting went on for a countless amount of time.

	Ezra rammed his cock in and out of the little girl's snug cunt hole. It was squishy with rape liquids, making it a pleasurable chore to ream the childish channel. The six year-old pussy gripped his cock so well it pulled on it every time he withdrew, like getting a blow job before he squeezed his meat back into the tiny fuck socket.

	The pressure in Ezra's balls built until it was nearly excruciating. With an animalistic grunt, he let go, pounding the child with his lava. Beneath him, Alice's belly convulsed as she felt her insemination taking place in waves. Having seen the copious white stuff following Sarah's rape and the messy residue in the morning, she knew she had the same vile potion polluting her now.

	Now sated, Ezra retied the girl's ankles and pushed her toward his other young whore. His descent to sleep was quick and blissful while the raped little girls lay weeping and pressed together.

	Over the next two weeks, the girls had become docile enough to where they were no longer constantly bound and gagged. But when Ezra travelled to the city, his little prisoners remained tied in sacks the entire time. As insurance, he also told them tall tales of the ghastly fate that befell small children in the clutches of various and nefarious fiends. That fact that he had snatched them and turned them into his own personal rape toys was never brought into these stories.

	One day, Ezra decided on a break from his endless rounds to the mining camps and went to one of Ah Toy's numerous brothels in Chinatown. It wasn't all pleasure as he met there with two other men who specialized in cleverly rigged scales and weights that were difficult for even the trained eye to spot. Since most of the business done in the camps was paid in gold dust and small nuggets, this enlarged Ezra's profit margin by cheating the miners out of more ore to meet the indicated weight. 

	Recently, Ezra had become the provisioner of choice to a group of contract miners. These were men who had an agreement with a businessman who had provided them with claim sites in some of the more promising areas. In return, they split their mining yields with him with what they had left after they purchased food and supplies. Since they knew Ezra by now, they wouldn't be quite as careful to watch his measuring and he had schemes of even greater profit in mind.

	After cash and equipment were exchanged, Ezra remained with the men to watch a show at the brothel. It was something he had never seen before as a dozen young Chinese girls mostly in their teens engaged in a lesbian orgy. Their oiled, golden bodies intertwined with each other as fingers and mouths and intricately carved objects were used to pleasure one another. 

	The small builds of the girls were especially arousing to Ezra as even the most well-endowed of the girls was small-breasted. And many of them had scant or even no pubic hair on their cunnies. When the show was over, the men were invited to select a girl (for an additional price, of course) to take to a private room.

	Ezra's choice was a slender twelve year-old with a hairless twat and with breast buds barely large enough to jiggle when he fucked her. Even pinned beneath him, the girl was able to swivel her narrow pelvis and work her vaginal muscles to bring him off magnificently. Afterward, she washed him with a towel and warm water while he sat in contemplation. 

	His little girls were certainly tight little fucks, but they did nothing but moan and weep while he did all of the work. When his prostitute was finished he asked her to take him to Ah Toy, the prominent madam who had a string of such houses in Chinatown.

	"High Madam Ah Toy no here," the girl replied. "You speak house madam, yes? She big and know deals."

	It took a moment for Ezra to digest her fractured English before he agreed. Five minutes later, he was in a garishly appointed office with a pipe-smoking Oriental woman whose age he could not tell.

	"Your girl was quite good," he began the conversation. "I have two of my own who serve their purpose but have no, um skills, to speak of. I've heard you can train other girls here for a price."

	The woman puffed on her pipe and then named a dollar amount that Ezra hesitated on. Understanding his expression, the woman shook her head and leaned forward, speaking in a breath laced with spice and smoke.

	"No talkee back and forth. That good number of dollar for teaching girl. Two girl for five hour. We learn them good fuck-fuck."

	Ezra tried to stare her down but quickly realized he was getting nowhere. He paid the woman who re-counted the bills before stuffing them in a drawer. Then she turned to Ezra again and gave him a smile.

	"Thank you, sir. I'm sure you will find our methods to be to your utmost satisfaction," she said with slightly accented but perfect English.

	When Ezra returned with Sarah and Alice, the woman regarded the frightened pair.

	"Very little girls," she noted with a pause that made Ezra wonder if there was going to be trouble in bringing such youngsters in. 

	The woman turned to a heavily muscled Chinese man with a long knife tucked in the sash of his robe.

	"Take them to Ling," she said. "She is best with these babies."

	In the room where the guard had taken them, the girls were trembling as they disrobed per the order of the young woman who had been waiting. The woman explored their little bodies with practiced fingers as if sampling wares in the market place. Having heard Ezra's stories of the Chinese, they soon burst into tears.

	"Are you going to cook us in a stew?" Sarah asked.

	"I don't want to be a stew," Alice bawled.

	The woman laughed and hugged both girls to her bosom.

	"You are both very delicious looking, but I don't have to eat you to enjoy you. My name is Ling. I will teach you how to pleasure your master when he fucks you."

	Sarah and Alice looked at each other and then at Ling.

	"What does that mean?" Sarah asked.

	Ling wet a finger and tested each child's vagina, finding no hymen in either one.

	"You are not virgins. So your master fucks you doesn't he?"

	Sarah shook her head.

	"No. He puts his thing in our pee holes when it's hard and goes in and out until we're sticky."

	"That's fucking," Ling said with a musical chuckle as the girls were enlightened.

	"Oh. He fucks us then," Alice replied. "He fucks Sarah one night and me the next. He's not a nice man."

	"He is your master and if you are good at fucking then he might be good to you," Ling told her. 

	After leading the girls to the bed and having them lie down, Ling produced a series of ivory phalluses, the smallest the size of her finger and the largest bigger than Ezra's erection.

	"How big is your master?" she asked.

	After the girls agreed on the one, Ling set aside the larger ones. Then she took the smallest dildo.

	"You learn to use your pussy and your whole body with this and then we get bigger until you do your master's size."

	Clearly, neither girl was looking forward to even the smallest one entering them. Ling understood and set it down.

	"First, you must make yourselves very wet inside for him. That will be easier for you and make him even happier when goes inside at first."

	Selecting Alice, Ling proceeded to use her fingers, manipulating and penetrating the child's cunny until she was dripping on her teacher's fingers. For the first time in her brief sex life, Alice was disappointed to see her molestation end as Ling then showed Sarah how it was done.

	"Now, you girls practice on each other. And do this when your master is ready to fuck. He will be happy watching you."

	The two little girls knelt facing each other. As they stared to the other's eyes, they fondled the other's hairless pussy. At first, they were tentative, but as their breathing became heavier and their tiny mounds were glistening, Ling knew they had learned well. Aroused by the little lesbians, she had them keep doing it as she pressed their bodies together. She showed them how rubbing their flat chests together would inflame their nipples and then she taught them about their mouths.

	The six year-olds hungrily licked at each other's tongues, grinding their bodies together while their fingers produced lewd, liquid sounds from their friend's sweet cunts. Ling found her own fingers searching beneath her robe before she brought her self-discipline to bear and reluctantly parted to the two little lovers. Taking the smallest phallus, she held it up like a professor holding a pointer.

	"Now we begin."

	A little more than three hours later, Ling extracted the largest phallus, the one Ezra's size, from Alice. The tiny snatch sucked at the thing as the tot gripped it with her muscles there. When at last it came free, the girl seemed to deflate a little and lay still except for the rising and falling of her sweaty chest. Having finished her final lesson already, Sarah looked similarly exhausted.

	The redhead took Alice's hand with one hand and used the other to rub her aching cunny. Ling noticed how one of the girl's fingers slipped between the hairless lips to lightly tickle the nubbin of her clit. Both children had been excellent students and Ling was glad to have plenty of remaining time in their purchased hours. She had her own needs that had been teased mercilessly as she had worked on these two soft little bodies.

	"My pee hole hurts," Sarah complained. "It always does when Mr. Ezra fucks me."

	"Me too," Alice added.

	"Yes, but it is good that there are two of you," Ling replied. "That way the one girl who didn't get fucked can help soothe the other one."

	"How?" the two girls chimed together.

	Ling considered both girls for moment, unable to determine which to begin with. Since Sarah had a little longer to recover from her dildo, she chose her. She leaned over the girl, sliding her hands under Sarah's rump to trap the chubby little globes. Then she lifted just enough to feed the child's hairless pussy to her mouth. 

	"Ohhh!" Sarah peeped as the woman sucked at her fleshy little vulva.

	Ling locked her eyes on the girl's and then slowly pushed her tongue into the six year-old's juicy cuntlet. 

	"Auuuhhhnnnggghhh!" the little redhead moaned at the Sapphic invasion of her sex.

	Darting her eyes briefly, Ling saw Alice watching in puzzlement. She could see that their teacher had her mouth nibbling on her friend's crotch but she couldn't know what lascivious things Ling's tongue was doing. But there was time and she would learn once Ling was done with Sarah.

	Ezra was rock hard as he watched his two little slaves naked and undulating while they kissed lewdly and fingered each other's tiny slits. Damned if they weren't as good as the brothel show. They were really getting into it like they were enjoying it but the man only cared for his own pleasure. He took Sarah by the arm and jerked her away, pushing her down on the blanket. 

	The little girl opened her legs for her master, displaying a bald little cunny that was shiny with her natural lubrication. Ezra aimed his dick and plowed into the immature hole, finding her unusually slick as he buried himself to her cervix. Grunting, he noted she was even wetter than when he had deflowered her and used her blood in the rape. The Chinese bitch had done her work well, so far.

	With her young tunnel stretched mightily, it was very difficult for Sarah to flex her muscles. But she did what she could as the man repeatedly skewered her, pinning her to the wagon floor with his rod. She was able to squirm slightly under the man's weight, adding more and changing friction to the copulation. Ezra pounded the little girl's snug and soupy twat, enjoying the ride as she worked her baby cunt like the whore he had made her.

	Ezra came hard, gasping as his testicles pulsed and slammed the child's organs with his seed. Yes, the money had been worth it.

	Without a word, he lifted himself and rolled her out from under him. Satisfied, he pulled his britches into place and focused on his weigh scale scheme for the few minutes he had before slumber overtook him.

	Sarah was limp where she lay, tears trickling to match the leaking semen from her abused snatch. Hearing Alice rustling in the wagon, she waited until she felt the little girl's mouth on her tender mound. At first, there was only sucking on the smooth surface of her sore mons. Then Alice's tongue penetrated her, cleaning the man's ejaculate from her throbbing channel. To Sarah, it was if Alice was removing the stain of her violation. And then Sarah's juices began to flow and she felt the first twinkle of the shivers she knew would eventually come.

	It had been a week since their lesson when Sarah had her tongue extended inside of Alice's quivering hole. Sarah's lips held fast to the other child's plump, hairless mound as she tongue-fucked her friend through her climax. 

	Both girls only became aware of approaching angry voices after Ezra woke. With a curse, he slipped out of the wagon and vanished in the dark. Scrambling, the girls pulled on their torn dresses just before the wagon flaps were jerked open to reveal several stern faces looking almost satanic in the flickering torchlight.

	"Where is he?" one of them shouted. 

	Frightened, Alice and Sarah clung to each other as they shook their heads.

	"He just left," Sarah managed to say.

	"I don't know where," Alice added.

	The girls were pulled from the wagon, a little roughly at first before the men composed themselves and set each child gently on the ground. Then some boxes were removed and opened until one of the men exclaimed.

	"This is it. That's what he's been using."

	Alice was able to peek around the leg of one of the men and saw the new scale that Ezra had purchased. Ezra had seemed very happy with it but these men were most displeased. One of them, apparently the leader, knelt in front of the girls and managed a smile.

	"Do you know where your father went?" he asked in a milder voice than he had used before.

	"He's not our father." Sarah corrected him.

	"I think he went that way," Alice told him, pointing to the trail that led from the front of the wagon. I heard him slip and say a bad word."

	"Miller, you take Rogers and his boys down that way," the leader ordered. "Foster, take the Elmwood road with two more in case the bastard doubles back past the creek. The rest of you hitch the wagon and bring it to the cabin. All of this belongs to Mr. Littleton now. I'll let him know what we've found and that Ezra Chisolm is on the run."

	"What about those two?" one of the men asked.

	The leader regarded the frightened pair before him and gave them each a pat on the head.

	"Bring them to the cabin, too. And on the way, get them a good meal. These little waifs don't look like they've had a decent thing to eat in a while."

	Neither Sarah nor Alice had any idea what was happening. The men had seemed scary at first, but they were mad at Ezra and not them. They had been fed well with a hearty beef stew (definitely not a little girl stew like Ezra said the Chinese made) and had even been given seconds. By the time they reached the cabin, their bellies were warm and full and they were feeling rather sleepy. 

	While the men were unloading the wagon, the pair found the one bed in the cabin. It had a very comfortable mattress and the pillow looked quite inviting, too. However, both tots were fast asleep before either one made it to the pillow.

	Noticing the sleeping girls sprawled on the bed, one of the men snorted. 

	"You think Mr. Littleton will mind them stealing his bed after what Chisolm cheated out of him?"

	"Let 'em sleep," another man replied. "Let Littleton deal with 'em as he will. Not sure why they were with Chisolm but they obviously weren't enjoying his ill-gotten gains. Now they're Littleton's issue."

	Josiah Littleton wiped a fleck of mud from his polished knee-high boot as he sat watching the sleeping children. His cleaning was a waste of time as the ride back to San Francisco would muddy the leather again. Through the night, the search for Chisolm had been equally fruitless but at least he had the satisfaction of driving the scoundrel from these parts. He wouldn't return unless he was bent on suicide.

	An inventory of the wagon's contents had produced enough inventory and gold to more than make up for a week's worth of losses on Ezra's rigged scales, so Josiah was satisfied. The only question remained of the two other items from the capture that were just beginning to stir. 

	As he admired the view, Josiah was content to wait quietly until they awoke. From where he was seated, the redhead's feet were pointing toward him. In her sleep, her dress had hiked up her legs to the point where Josiah could look up them and dimply see a tiny pair of pale, hairless cunny lips clamped beautifully together.

	Then the brown haired girl shifted, mumbling something in her slumber. Where Josiah had already visually feasted on her bare legs before, now her tattered dress was bunched up enough to show him the lower swellings of her little rump. He didn't know where the hell Ezra had found these two - his men had said the girls were no relation to the man - but he had a few ideas as to what he'd like to do with them if they were willing. But such young ones would be terribly frightened and Josiah bore them no ill will. 

	On top of that, he was a respected member of what passed for society in rapidly growing San Francisco. This was a position he had come to enjoy and did not wish to lose it by committing rape - especially on small girls such as these.

	He had moved there years before the discovery at Sutter's Mill. The resulting gold rush had expanded his modest fortune exponentially although he had never held a miner's pan in his life. Instead, he bought claims and sold or leased them at contract to reap his share of the yellow metal which was pulled in specs and nuggets.

	Alice blinked her eyes open and stared at the figure watching her. He had dark eyes and hair on the sides to match. Extending from there was a pair of mutton-chop whiskers that were joined by a moustache that largely concealed his upper lip. Sitting up, Alice rubbed her eyes and smiled innocently.

	"I can see the candle on your head," she said sweetly.

	Josiah grinned as he rubbed the top of his head. As thick luxuriant as the rest of his hair was, those which had once been on top had fled his pate by his late twenties. He understood the girl to mean the reflection of a nearby candle that gleamed on his bare scalp.

	"It does help provide more illumination," he said, a twinkle in his eye brightening what could be a fierce countenance.

	The brief conversation woke Sarah, who also sat up. With both girls awake, he made introductions.

	"My name is Josiah Littleton of San Francisco. I now have legal possession of all property that formerly belonged to Ezra Chisolm. What I am not sure of is your status. Where is your family?"

	"We're orphans and Ezra stole us," Sarah said solemnly.

	"He tied us up and put us in smelly sacks," Alice continued, as usual.

	"Then what am I to do with you?" Josiah asked absently, his mind racing to think of an orphanage he knew that would be clean and respectable for the children.

	Mistaking his intention, Sarah and Alice looked at each other and removed their dresses. As Ling had taught them, they performed for the man, kissing with open mouths and sliding tongues while their fingers danced between each other's legs. As their little pussies were manipulated, the girls breathed heavily while kissing, pressing their bodies tightly to rub their nipples.

	Josiah watched in utter amazement. It was like something he had seen before in Ah Toy's brothels while in disguise. She had never employed girls this young (although Josiah had wished she would). Still, he had seen older preteens in lesbian ecstasy very much like this. It was at such a show a week earlier that he had spied Ezra Chisolm in the company of men known to deal in altered measuring devices. Rightly fearing rigged scales that would cheat him, he had the man watched until last night's events. Now, Ezra's motive in taking these girls was quite apparent.

	Sarah and Alice had never gone this long before Ezra had pulled one of them into service. Their hands were wet and they were thrusting fiercely into each other's smooth young quims. Sarah came first and in her reaction she jammed her fingers hard into Alice. It set Alice off until both girls were leaning against one another, panting as their diddled little snatches dripped onto the bed.

	"I see you are well-trained," Josiah said once he could find his voice. "Both of you come here. Don't be afraid."

	They were afraid but the man didn't seem impatient like Ezra had been before fucking one of them. Following his hand gestures, they approached on either side of his chair. With large but gentle hands, Josiah rubbed their chests, feeling tiny points of their stiff nipples beneath his fingers. 

	His hands moved lower, finding the small, childish flesh between their legs warm and wet. He fondled the bald cuntlets carefully until both girls were pressing and rubbing their thighs against him. With care, he introduced a finger into each of them. Their little pussies were snug as he slid into the slippery passages but both girls contracted on his digits in a manner he was used to with the young girls he had paid for in the brothels.

	He, too, had learned much there and slid his fingers in and out while using his thumbs to flick and rub their baby clits. Already aroused, the girls were soon clutching his arms and rocking their little hips, their legs trembling as they came messily into his hands.

	After their second climax had passed, it was Sarah who spoke first. 

	"Which one of us do you want?" she asked.

	Josiah grinned as he took each girl by the hand and back to the bed.

	"Both," he replied.

	An hour later, Alice was breathing heavily as Josiah held her. He was lying on his back, just he had been with Sarah who was now lying lazily to the side and watching with a look of utter contentment. The man now moved Alice slowly up and down as her slippery twat clutched at his hard member.

	Both girls had been surprised at this position when he gently took Sarah. Alice thought it might be fun like that - much better than being pinned beneath a man while he stabbed at her with his dick. Josiah had done so well with Sarah that the girl had cum again before he inseminated her. 

	Needing a short rest, Josiah had watched in amazement as Alice lovingly cleaned her friend's oozing snatch with her mouth, remaining there long after until she gave Sarah the shivers they both loved so much. Then Sarah, in the afterglow of four orgasms in one morning, had watched as Alice was lowered until much of the nice man's cock disappeared into the little girl's plump, bald pussy.

	Now Josiah felt his balls tingling again but held off as the naked tot rode his prick while he controlled the pace. She was gooey and tight, her baby tube well heated around the stroking cock inside her. When her exhalations began to stutter, he felt the reaction in her miniature sex and knew she was cumming. With perfect timing, he unloaded, washing the six year-old's tiny womb with his sperm. Alice gave a soft cry as she felt the flood inside her body and it seemed to give her orgasm an added sharpness.

	When Josiah lifted and laid her down, Sarah was quick to get between her legs, sucking at her hairless twat to drink the elixir there before bringing about more "shivers", as the girls liked to call them. 

	By now, Josiah had made his mind up about the girls' destination. A proper orphanage was no place for this talented pair who now nestled together like kittens. He stroked Sarah's back, giving her little buttocks a nice squeeze as he spoke.

	"I suppose I shall have to raise you myself," he said. "Although I don't know a thing about rearing children. The thing to do will be to hire a governess but then - where would I find one who knows exactly what must be done when, er, putting you to bed?"

	Sarah looked at Alice and grinned. Then she turned to Josiah.

	"We know one!"

	
THREE MONTHS LATER

	The guests were gathered in Josiah's parlor after dinner. At the piano sat two small girls in white pinafores, carefully playing a simple tune a tutor had taught them. When they finished, the ladies and gentlemen applauded as the girls slipped down from the bench. Together, the children curtseyed to their audience before going to Josiah to kiss him goodnight on the cheek. They giggled as they did so, for he wriggled his cheek to make his whiskers tickle their noses.

	Their farewells complete, they walked like little ladies to the Chinese woman waiting patiently by the door. Taking each girl by the hand, the woman quietly led the girls to their bedroom upstairs.

	More than one guest had noted the girls' Oriental governess. She had been the subject of speculation when Josiah had hired her, but the gossip quickly dissipated as the woman always wore her hair in a bun and wore the proper clothing of the whites instead of heathen robes.

	"I must say, Josiah," one society matriarch announced. "I was rather concerned when I heard of your hiring a Celestial as a governess, but she comports herself as well as any from the Eastern states and the children are quite well-behaved.

	"Yes," Josiah acknowledged with a nod. "Ling came with the highest recommendations and Sarah and Alice are quite taken with her."

	The conversation drifted to other subjects until it was time for the guests to leave. At the door, the matron paused to speak to Josiah.

	"It was so very charitable for you to take those waifs under your roof. I should hope that raising such dear sweet angels will be its own reward."

	Josiah smiled and bowed slightly.

	After the last guest departed, he headed directly for the stairs. Long by now, Ling would have his "dear sweet angels" lovingly oiled and ready for him. And it would not do to keep such young children waiting for much longer.


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