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story_codes: bg/g(6), cons, semi-cons

story_intro: Polly is swept from an overcrowded house of near-poverty into the  luxury of Hartmoor Manor where she is to be the companion of the frail daughter of the duke and duchess. The son, however, acts most disdainfully toward her. What Polly comes to learn is that both children are worthy heirs to the lascivious line of nobility.



story_language: English




Hartmoor Manor - The Playmate

Written by madvlad


	Honoria Greaves tilted her parasol to prevent the Spring sun from touching her face too harshly. The Duchess of Hartmoor was renowned for the fairness and lack of blemish in her skin. Indeed, it had attracted the attention of the man who would become the duke and her husband.

	Honoria sighed; the passing of her husband from consumption still grieved her, especially on days like this as he had taken his final breath on a morning of brilliant sunlight not unlike this one nearly two years ago. Of course Honoria missed him but she took strength in how their son, Henry, was showing the marks of becoming a splendid young man.

	Nearly a young man, already! Honoria gently shook her head. How time passed. Why, Her Highness Queen Victoria had been on the throne for just over twenty years, now. Honoria remembered it well although she had scarcely been much older than her daughter, Alice, was now. How proud Honoria had been to know that England's ruling monarch was now a lady.

	Henry was now twelve and had spent many long days riding and hunting in the country with his father. Of course, Honoria had heard rumors of her husband's lecherous predilections but more often than not he was content to remain on the estate, spending the days with his son and the nights in his ancestral home with his adoring wife and children.

	Alice was more of a worry to Honoria. Just a year younger than Henry, she was quite frail and often spent the day in her room. Ever the dutiful and loving brother, Henry frequently forewent his own rides around the estate and would pass the hours in the quiet company of his sister.

	"Hello, ma'am. These are for you."

	Startled Honoria turned to see a little brown haired girl smiling shyly at her. When the child, held out small bundle of scraggly wildflowers she must have picking, Honoria graciously accepted them.

	"They are simply lovely, my dear," Honoria said. "And what is your name?"

	"Polly."

	"And do you live nearby?"

	"Yes, ma'am. I like to pick flowers. They're pretty and it's quiet here."

	Surveying the girl, Honoria noticed the oft-mended dress that looked too worn to have belonged to only Polly. There must have been several girls who had worn it before outgrowing it. The child's feet were bare and Honoria hoped she had at least something to cover them in the winter.

	"You enjoy the quiet?"

	Polly nodded.

	"It's very noisy in our house and I have lots of brothers and sisters."

	The girl said it simply and gently, not complaining at all. This little ragamuffin was undoubtedly lost in the cramped and raucous confines of whatever passed for home. She and Honoria continued to chat for a few minutes before they were interrupted.

	"Polly! Stop bothering that woman! She has better things to do than to...oh! Your Grace!"

	A harried woman came hurrying toward the girl and only stopped, dumbfounded, when she recognized Honoria. Managing a clumsy curtsey, she grabbed Polly's hand and started to tug her away before Honoria raised a calming hand.

	"Forgive me," Honoria said, speaking to the woman as if she were almost an equal. "But your child reminds me much of my own daughter who spends much of her time in quiet pursuits."

	"Er, yes," the woman said, uncertain as to where this was going. "Polly, here, she's often tucked in a corner wherever she can squeeze back in the house. Me and the husband, we've got quite a brood. Always so quiet, like a church mouse - not like the rest of our youngsters, mind you. We wonder if the fairies didn't sneak in one night and put her in the cradle as a joke."

	Honoria didn't see much humor in that, but she had another matter on her mind.

	"My daughter, Alice, has a delicate constitution and often remains in the house. I had entertained the idea of finding a suitable playmate for her - one who wouldn't strain or tire her. Would it be permissible for Polly to board with us and provide Alice with companionship? She would want for nothing and could certainly be permitted to visit."

	Polly's mother leapt at the thought of one less mouth to feed and one less body to clothe. But she didn't want to appear to eager and pretended to think it over. In truth, it would be a relief to see Polly go - not that girl caused problems, but she was so queer in her silences. Whatever had possessed the girl to approach the duchess was beyond her, but perhaps it was a godsend. She agreed and soon had the girl off to the manor house.

	Polly was stunned as she perused the dresses before her. As usual, the light, gauzy curtains were drawn over the windows with the heavier drapes open. Sunlight was filtered into a lazy golden glow in the room and made Alice's flowing blonde locks appear almost ethereal in the atmosphere of it all.

	"Mother never had anything tossed away," Alice said. "I would dearly love to see you looking so pretty in them."

	Finally deciding on a red one, Polly removed her one shabby dressed and allowed Alice to help her into her new garment. There were so many bows and ribbons that had to be done just so. Having lived with so many brothers and sisters, Polly hadn't felt self-conscious about her brief nudity in front of the older girl. Nor had she noticed Alice's gaze as the eleven year-old drank in the softness of her childish body.

	They would play with dolls or Alice, a talented artist, would teach Polly how to draw with a pencil or to paint. Other times, they played at having a high society tea. Of course, Alice insisted on having Polly change into a new outfit for every affair as a refined lady never wore the same thing twice to an important event. Alice would help Polly undress and then leave the girl naked as Polly took her time selecting her next outfit.

	While Alice was delighted with her new companion, Henry was less than enthusiastic about having a "common girl from the gutter" residing in the same house and taking up so much time with Alice. But Alice came to Polly's defense, scolding her brother and accusing him of being rude.

	Shamefaced, Henry left the room and was careful to never enter while Polly and his sister were playing. At dinner, he was polite if not friendly with the little girl and Polly hoped he would eventually warm up to her and be kind like Alice was.

	One day, Henry cornered Polly away from Alice and pushed her against the wall and held her there with one hand. Leaning close, his mouth curled into a sneer that wrinkled the skin on the bridge of his nose.

	"I don't know what game you're after, but never imagine you will ever get between Alice and me," he growled.

	Polly was speechless and could only shake her head in denial. Henry was not just being rude as he kept her pinned to the wall. It was if he wanted to somehow devour her. The spell was broken when Alice called his name as she emerged from her room. Giving Polly and extra push with his hand, he spun and stalked off. Alice ran to Polly, her cheeks flushed.

	"You must understand," she pleaded with Polly. "It has only been Henry and I for so long and he is ever so devoted to me. He will come around, just give him time."

	Henry had gone off riding one day when Alice suggested something different while Polly was trying to select another dress.

	"Let me sketch you," Alice said.

	"Which dress shall I wear?" Polly relied.

	"Oh no, I shall draw you as a daughter of Eve," Alice insisted.

	Polly thought that would be great fun. The late duke and the duchess had a modest collection of tasteful nude portraits of children - some in paint and others in the newer discipline of photographic plates. Often the children were portrayed as nymphs in nature or as angels.

	Polly wasn't sure which she should be as Alice positioned her on the bed and proceeded to draw her. When at last Alice was done, Polly was impressed. The girl on the paper certainly had her face and for some reason, Alice had also been quite detailed in drawing the girlish parts between Polly's legs.

	It became a daily ritual with Alice preserving Polly's childhood in various poses, uncluttered by any clothing. At the end of the fifth day, Alice set aside the sketchbook while she sat next to Polly on the bed.

	"Did you know that some artists become lovers with their subjects?" Alice asked. "Even back in the Renaissance."

	"Well I do love you," Polly proclaimed, punctuating that with a peck on Alice's cheeks.

	"And I love you, too," Alice replied with a warm smile. "But let me show you how lovers kiss."

	She kissed the younger girl on the lips, holding there before she softly nibbled on Polly. Entranced, Polly sat still, even when Alice slowly pushed her tongue inside her mouth. Polly pulled her tongue back, afraid of what happened if Alice's tongue found hers. But Alice did not abandon her quest and when the girls' tongues finally met in the six year-old's mouth, she felt the reaction in her groin.

	Polly softly murmured as Alice captured her tongue. It made her feel soft and melting in the warmth of the sun playing across bed. One of Alice's hands caressed her back as Alice leaned into her. When Polly fell back against the bed, Alice followed, lying on top of her while continuing to give her younger playmate the deep kissing that had captivated the tot. 
Alice's hand also roamed, slipping out from under Polly's back and sliding over the child's flat chest where she rubbed and pinched a nipple to stiffness.

	Lifting her face from Polly's Alice smiled at her while brushing a lock of Polly's hair with her fingers. The smaller girl's eyelids were heavy with contentment

	"Are we lovers now?" Polly asked.

	From then on, Polly enjoyed not only being drawn, but being Alice's lover. With each day, the kisses lasted longer and the touches on Polly's body left her nipples stiff and overheated.

	When Alice raised her head, a thread of saliva kept her and Polly's lips joined for a few seconds longer. She kept her fingers on Polly's chest, toying with a nipple before enhancing the subject at hand.

	"After a while, one lover ravishes another," Alice told Polly. "Shall I ravish you?"

	Although she had no idea what the word meant, Polly quickly nodded. Everything with Alice was so wonderful and she certainly wanted to be ravished quite nicely.

	Alice slid lower and then lowered her head between Polly's legs. Polly watched, transfixed when Alice's mouth came in contact with her vulva, She couldn't help but to gasp.

	Lovingly, Alice orally massaged Polly's hairless quim. The flesh was tender between her lips and against her tongue. With the latter, she delved into the tight slit formed by the pair of plump labia. Sucking the child's mons, Alice drove her tongue along the interior, testing the small portal there and teasing the clitoris until it was reacting much as Polly's nipples had.

	Trembling, Polly lay as she was being eaten. The children's lesbian rhapsody continued with Polly's musical sighs and moans as her cunny produced the delicate nectar that made Alice feast upon her with greater vigor. Moist flames flickered in the six year-old's sex, growing and lapping at her with greater force than even Alice's tongue. A fire raged briefly, blooming and wracking Polly's body with orgasmic reaction. The child's twatlet burst with a juicy gift that was gratefully taken into the eleven year-old's mouth.

	Polly certainly looked forward to getting ravished by her lover every day.

	"Aaauuunngh!"

	Polly trembled as she held Alice's head pressed to her snatch. Her cunny pulsed her fluids all over the preteen's lapping tongue, bestowing a wordless thanks to her teacher and lover. Lifting her face, Alice looked feverish and even hungrier.

	"I want to ravish you more," she said huskily.

	In response, Polly opened her legs wider, making the smooth petals of her cunny spread apart and display the pinkness that had been hidden there. With sweating hands, Alice unlaced the collar of her dress, tugging it down impatiently to reveal her lean chest. Wriggling, she pushed it down her body, forcing it over her hips and then kicking free to show she had been wearing nothing underneath.

	Polly froze, staring at what she saw. In her family's small home, seeing her siblings undressed had been a common, unremarkable occurrence. She knew what her brothers looked like down there, but never had they been stiff and jutting proudly.

	Alice smiled lustily as she read Polly's expression. Crawling on top of the girl on his hands and knees, he explained.

	"When I was born, Mother so wanted a girl. And Mother did what was necessary."

	But what Alice had was nothing feminine. And now the boy pushed against Polly's tiny mound, slipping in the lubricated cleft between the child's bald lips.  Rocking back and forth, he squeezed it into Polly's untested portal.

	Polly had felt disoriented from the shock of Alice's revelation. But now she was acutely aware of opening inside. Something in her resisted against the presence trying to get inside and Alice laughed.

	"My first virgin," he said before giving a hard thrust.

	Polly bucked as she was abruptly deflowered, her senses engulfed by an awful tearing inside. Alice bore through the tot's ruptured hymen, his young cock engulfed in the heated succulence of the six year-old's deflowered pussy.

	With futile efforts, Polly tried to push him off her, but Alice was stroking earnestly. The little girl didn't understand this act, the pain and the penetration as Alice seemingly sought to reach the core of her body.

	"Such a lovely cunt," the boy crooned. "So small and pretty and tight. You're getting hotter inside - you love it, too."

	Despite the frightening start, Polly was beginning to enjoy it. The hardness rubbing against the inner walls of her already sensitized sex, making her want it again and again. Surrendering, she lay compliantly - her moans and the rhythmic clutching action of her tiny snatch were her only responses as the boy rutted inside her.

	Alice fucked harder, claiming the slippery little prize of the child's cuntlet for his pleasure. The urgency was pressing outward in his scrotum as his barely maturing body reacted. The explosion there was sharp, satisfyingly painful, before the first surge through his cock began. This had been a recent development - the ability to ejaculate. With pride and exhilaration, he pumped his jism into the little girl's very immature sex organs before collapsing in great satisfaction on top of her.

	Polly lay trapped beneath him, feeling the heat of her insemination billowing like a cloud inside her tiny uterus. When Alice finally pulled out and rolled off her, she felt the pressure inside her cunny alleviate. Lying on his side, Alice observed the leaking of his jism from the little girl's snatch with satisfaction, oozing from the delicate slit and onto the bloodstained sheet below.

	It was enough to generate a reaction in the young boy despite having just cum. Alice played with his dick, making it hard as Polly watched in trepidation as she protectively cupped her sore, leaking cunny.

	"Are you enjoying your little tart?"

	Henry stood in the doorway wearing a dressing gown. The familiar sneer was on his face as he entered and closed the door. As he approached the bed, Polly whimpered but Alice only looked at his brother with love.

	"She is wonderfully sweet," Alice said coyly. "Would you care to sample her?"

	Henry paused and regarded the wide-eyed girl before shaking his head.

	"Perhaps later," he answered. "But you know what I want now."

	Untying the sash of his gown, Henry opened it and then pushed it off his shoulders. The expensive garment crumpled unheeded on the carpet as Henry stepped forward, naked.

	Free from the bindings worn beneath the shirt, Henry's breasts were small and plump, the light pink nipples pointing stiffly atop them. Alice's gaze fell to her sibling's crotch where a small gathering of fuzz fanned out above the top of the cleft on the twelve year-old's otherwise smooth vulva. Standing astride her sister, Henry lowered herself, sighing as Alice's cock entered her wet cunny.

	When their first child was born, Father so wanted a boy. And Mother did what was necessary.

	The coupling between brother and sister intensified. Snarling, Alice jerked his hips up while Henry twisted her body on her brother's prick. Only once she had the hardness inside of her did Henry turn to pay more attention to Polly,

	Oh yes, the little girl would be so much fun now that all pretenses had fallen away. Licking her lips with carnal anticipation, Henry gave the six year-old a lewd grin. Her mind reeling, Polly could only stare knowing full well her next turn would begin soon enough in this twisted game.



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


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