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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: leavingn.txt
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story_codes: M/g(6, 9), Alien/g(3), g/gg (10/9,3), incest, sci-fi, toys, non-cons, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Although New Gomorrah is celebrated by many who go there to seek illicit fortunes and pleasures, it is a largely hopeless place to many trapped there by circumstance like Carly. The nine year-old has been forced into prostitution by her addict parents and sees no way out until a chance encounter with a spacefaring girl leads to a decision she must make with little time.


story_language: English


Leaving New Gomorrah

Written by madvlad


	As Carly hurriedly brushed her fingers through her long hair, her image stared back at her impatiently as the brown locks returned to their state. From inside the glass, the girl shook her head and scowled, chiding her.

	What did you think would happen - a princess hair-do suddenly appears? Get your ass to work, girl, before it gets blistered.

	Carly tugged at her shirt, cut-off at her midriff to show a swatch of flat belly that matched the contours of her nine year-old chest. She didn't bother trying to tug her mini-skirt down as it would do nothing to reveal or conceal more of her rear end. Already, the start of her buttocks' swell at the top gave a hint of the fleshy playthings beneath. And the bottom of the curves that smoothly melded into her thighs were also displayed. Little remained covered in the middle - a no-man's land of modesty.

	Of course, it wasn't "no man's land" as any man (or most male aliens) could have it for a price.

	Carly smoothed out the tops of her red and yellow thigh-high stockings, giving them the look as if they were painted on her slim legs. Turning to the counter, she swept a few belongings into the small purse she carried to work - a mini-shock rod, breath mints, and a few trinkets of personal value. It might seem risky having the latter with her on the streets and alleys near the Aduin Spaceport, but she trusted they'd be safe at home. If either of her parents knew she held some attachment to them, they'd use them as coercion - as if she had anything left to give them.

	No telling how the crowds of spacers would be. It was midway between pay days for the standard ones and she hadn't heard of any big contracts or bounties paying off. She might need a little cash to grab some food before she scored a trick.

	In the cabinet was an empty can of what had once held some cooking ingredients (as if her mother ever cooked anything beyond redi-heat trays) that her parents used as a stash. Finding some credit chits, Carly was about to slip a few into her purse before she saw the blue chalky stains on the chits and her fingers.

	In visceral disgust, she jammed the chits back in the can and flung it into the cabinet with more force than she intended. It rattled loudly and threatened to roll off the shelf before she slammed the cabinet door shut. Now she heard stirring from her parents' bedroom. She hurriedly washed the blue from her fingertips.

	Damned Zeps. The blue pills were a popular choice for cheap thrills - giving users a buzz and a slight lift to their sex drive. Initially thought to be relatively harmless, the denizens in districts like this on New Gomorrah had once again proven the authorities wrong. Carly's parents had been popping Zeps for years now.

	One night, when Carly was six, her parents were hours into a Zep-fest when they decided to include their young daughter in their version of fun. Neither adult had been putting much effort into their hygiene of late and the frightened little girl had struggled as she was pressed and trapped between their bodies. When her father's hardness had found the tender little slit between her legs, he had attempted to enter her.

	At first, her mother didn't understand the new ruckus Carly was making. Once she did, she pulled the child's legs apart to create a better target. Getting just the right angle, the man forced his sweaty prick into his daughter hairless twat, deflowering her in heavy thrusts while she wailed helplessly. The writhing little girl excited both grown-ups with Carly's mother shoving her daughter's hips forward to aid as the man thoroughly raped the child's bleeding cunt.

	Carly endured the horrific assault that ended with a hot gush in her already abused young body. Weeping, she saw her father's seed dripping from her immature sex, mixed with the remains of her virginal innocence. It only fueled the couple on and there was no remorse even after they had sobered. Carly's mother was no less gentle with her daughter, using her fingers and other objects on her in concert with the man. It was her mother, in fact, who first anally raped her.

	By the time Carly was seven, her parents had the bright idea of sending her to work on the streets. That was the age that some girls started and now they had a steady flow of income to feed their habits. Not long after, Carly stopped going to school. There were the obligatory notices from officials, but they cared as much as the girl's parents did. For the officials, they had made the minimal number of required notifications and they weren't going to waste more time and effort on another alley rat. As far as Carly's parents were concerned, a girl didn't need to go to school to learn how to open her mouth or legs or bend over.

	Quickly wiping her wet hands on her skirt, Carly sped past the mirror. The mirror girl's gray eyes held no accusation this time, just the shared disgust in having touched the Zep residue. Just as Carly's father called out, she slipped out the door, avoiding confrontation or perhaps a rape to "get her jump-started".

	As Carly, had predicted, the early pickings were slim when she joined the other girls on her usual block; a place where preteens plied their adult trade. There was more camaraderie than competition among the young hookers as they were all from lousy or nonexistent homes. And with the differing tastes among human customers and the variations in other species, it was pretty much down to how well any given girl fit what the customer was looking for.

	As business was starting to pick up, Carly noticed another girl had appeared at the corner and frowned. Although Carly knew of "toddler shops" that specified in the very young for discriminating clients, this very tiny girl had begun showing up a month ago. Despite her dirty, tangled blonde hair and filthy, tattered dress (always the same one), she was still pretty cute with her wide coal-black eyes and cherry red bee-stung lips.

	And it was that remarkable little mouth that remained busy when she was selected by a male or female (perhaps it was some perversion of maternal instinct that attracted a higher percentage of females - although still in the minority - than males). The girl was three - that much they knew from when she held up three fingers in response to the question. As far as any other answers, the questions were met with a nod, shake of the head, or a wide-eyed look that said "why are you asking?" One girl said she looked like an "Yvonne" and so the name stuck. Yvonne was certainly pleased with it but then again, she always seemed happy.

	No one knew where Yvonne came from. She would appear, service just one client - even if others were calling to her afterward - and then disappear again.

	Carly waved hello to Yvonne before turning her attention back to the slightly thickening traffic of spacers leaving the port. Behind her, a Grish moved in on Yvonne and soon had those wonderful puffy lips wrapped around the end of one of his green, spotted penises. Deciding to enhance his enjoyment, the Grish extended a four jointed arm to lift Yvonne's ragged dress. The girl wore no underwear and the Grish set to fondling the tiny bald jewel between the toddler's thighs. Yvonne didn't seem to mind as she contentedly suckled on the Grish's member while rubbing her hands along its curving shaft.

	Mixed in among the adult figures still leaving the spaceport was a slight figure wearing a form-fitting jumpsuit. Carly thought it was a kid but the pistol slung from the belt over one slim hip was the real thing. The person was human, certainly, with sandy hair. As Carly made out the details on the face - a slightly upturned nose and a spatter of light freckles across it and onto the cheeks - the person winked at her.

	Carly blinked once to check her sight. Yes, that was a kid. But he or she walked with an ease that she recognized from seasoned spacers. The newbies often toyed with a pistol - adjusting it or tapping the handgrip as if to assure themselves it was still there. But there was none of that from the kid. With a practiced eye, Carly made out the form in the slight bulge at the kid's crotch - female. As if feeling Carly's gaze, the girl grinned and boldly walked up to her, standing a few inches taller than Carly.

	"Checking me out?" the girl asked. "I thought I was supposed to check you girls out."

	"What are you doing here?" Carly asked, embarrassed for the girl playing at...who knew what.

	"Same as every other spacer. Looking for some action."

	"Seriously?"

	The girl held up a hand to reveal a palmed credit chit that caught Carly's attention. They walked off, with Carly still dubious. But the girl seemed to want to talk and Carly found herself fascinated with a girl around her age being a seasoned space traveler.

	"The name's Staci," she said. "I'm a fixer - I have a knack for engines and systems and stuff. I don't know where my parents were from or where they went but I've lived my whole life on ships. And I've been fucked by males and females of all kinds - well, some different kinds. But a couple of years ago, the navigator on the capital ore hauler I was living in bought his own ship and I went with him. It's a much smaller ship - just him and me and a bunch of service droids on a skip miner - you know, grabbing stuff from asteroids and shit.

	Nuygen's a pretty good guy and doesn't mind a blowjob now and then but I have to ask him. But since he doesn't do much else for sex outside of his own species - he's a Haruutner - he's left me kind of horny. So, here we are. I've never done it with another girl but I think it would be cool to do it with someone around my age."

	"How old are you?" Carly asked.

	"Ten."

	"Okay, I'm nine."

	"Goood," Staci drawled, running her tongue along her lip. "I finally get to do it with someone younger."

	They were in an alley, behind a dumpster for some privacy. After Carly slipped Staci's chit into her purse, Staci got busy. She kissed Carly on the mouth, shoving her tongue in and pressing her against the wall. Although surprised by Staci's aggressiveness, Carly wasn't too concerned. When Staci's hand slipped under her skirt, Carly reciprocated by squeezing Staci's crotch.

	"Wait," Staci croaked, her face flushed with excitement. She pressed at the front of her jumpsuit, releasing some bond in the fabric that opened it from sternum to crotch. Then she resumed frenching Carly with heavy licks while her hand returned under Carly's skirt.

	Carly felt her thong being pulled aside and Staci's fingers were quickly working on her smooth mound, teasing into her cleft. She matched her customer's pace and before long the two of them were panting in each other's mouth.

	Staci pulled her head back just enough to speak.

	"Damn, you're good. I'm so wet," she whispered as she thrust her pelvis to plant her hairless twat on Carly's finger. "And, ohhh, you're starting to get wet, too. Have you ever done it with a girl? Not a woman, but a girl?"

	"No, Carly admitted, pleasantly surprised at how easily aroused she was getting. Stacy slid a finger inside of her.

	"So I'm your first," Staci moaned. "Yeah, give it to me good."

	Staci practically raped Carly's fingers as she rutted against them. Then she worked a second finger inside Carly's juicy twat, twisting and stroking. Carly tried to keep up, matching with her fingers and the girls finger-fucked each other, standing close together in a seedy alley until Staci came.

	Carly thought it was done and tried to move away but Staci was insistent.

	"No, I'm gonna make you cum, too."

	The ten year-old jammed a third finger into the younger girl's cunny, mauling her relentlessly as she twisted and thrust her thin digits inside Carly's childish cunny. Then the shakes began. Carly couldn't suppress the quick shout that accompanied her climax. Her orgasms had been very few and never did she imagine that she would cum this hard with another girl like this.

	Catching her breath, Staci closed her jumpsuit and gave Carly a kiss on the lips.

	"I'll be back in two weeks - wait for me."

	Carly remained behind for another moment, leaning against the wall to regain her composure. The tops of her stockings on the inner portions of her thighs were dark with her fluids and the smooth skin above them was shiny. Well, that was good advertising.

	As she got back to the sidewalk, Carly saw Staci walking back into the spaceport and found herself admiring the sway of her tight rump before she shook herself out of her fantasy. Damn, what was wrong with her?

	Nearby, Yvonne had just swallowed the load from the Grish's third and final dick. When Carly saw how much the Grish was paying the tot, she was about to angrily protest - that was enough for one blowjob - not three. Customers were supposed to pay by the penis, not the body. But Yvonne seemed delighted with her well-earned treasure and gave the alien a wide, sunny smile before she happily skipped away.

	Carly frowned as she stared at the corner around which Yvonne had disappeared. How long would it be before that sweet little girl would stop smiling? This life had a way of grinding the happiness out of a girl - even despite the experience she just had with Staci.

	On that evening two weeks later, Carly found her nerves taut in a way they hadn't been since she just started selling her body a couple of years before. Would Staci show? And would she still want Carly or would she seek another kind of thrill with someone else? Chiding herself for getting emotional about a customer, Carly reminded herself that, girl or not, Staci was just another cash source.

	But then why did her pulse quicken when Staci appeared?

	Evidently, Staci had been just as eager as Carly. Yanking Carly by the arm, she swung her around the corner of the warehouse where Carly had been standing and pushed her against the wall. Staci's mouth followed just after, her tongue shooting between Carly's lips while her hand quickly grabbed at Carly's right buttock from under her skirt.

	With a hard twist, Carly took her mouth away from Staci's.

	"No!"

	Staci looked genuinely hurt but she quickly covered it with a sarcastic grin that seemed mandatory for jaded spacers.

	"What? Did you decide to become a nun?" she asked.

	Carly looked past the other girl and eyed the police hover cruisers crawling up the avenue. One had already come to a stop and two others quickly followed a little further on. More were approaching and Carly knew the language of her sisters in the trade quite well.

	"Local Sec Cops," Carly spat bitterly.

	Staci turned to look and then turned back to Carly, puzzled.

	"So? Hooking is legal here, right?"

	"Yeah, but Sec Cops enforce their "special" tax every few months. Guess how we pay up?"

	"Free fucks?" Staci guessed, getting a nod for her efforts.

	"Problem is, a lot of these guys have some pretty kinky ideas and if they're getting something for free, they don't mind making a little damage sometimes. Their badges are the only thing way to tell them apart from the hard-timers in the Trump Tower," Carly explained, referring to the Donald Trump Maximum Security Penitentiary.

	It took a lot of creative crime for someone to get sentenced the "max" on New Gomorrah.

	"So let's go somewhere else and have a little party," Staci suggested. "Then you won't be around for this."

	But Carly shook her head.

	"They track who they got and who they didn't. If they find out you were ducking them..."

	Carly completed her sentence with a shudder.

	"Then come with me to the ship. Nuygen plans to launch again a little before midnight. We can go to another port whenever we land back on New Gomorrah, so you'll never see those cops again. Hell, Nuygen's cool about wherever we go - it doesn't even have to be back here."

	"You mean leave here for good?"

	Staci shrugged nonchalantly. Having spent her entire life on the move, she didn't see anything significant about leaving a place.

	Carly had never even been out of the Aduin District, let alone out of the city or off-world. She was about to explain why she couldn't leave.

	But if I go, who's going to bring my parents their Zep money? Who are they going to rape when they feel like having a third person in bed? What about my career in letting everyone use me? What about the cops or the school I haven't seen in almost two years?

	With one quick check to make sure she hadn't been spotted, Carly took Staci by the hand. Now she was the one leading hurriedly as the worked their back to the spaceport on the back streets.

	Carly recognized Captain Nuygen by his species' appearance. Rail thin and long-limbed, he appeared that he should be easy to fold up but his kind also had a wiry strength that belied their build. His greenish-gray head was perched atop a very flexible neck and held a relaxed grin that Carly suspected rarely left his face. Staci had described him as easy-going and in this case, the cover matched the book.

	"This is Carly," Staci announced to her captain with as much importance as if she had told him she bought a new hat. "She's my girl, now."

	Expecting Nuygen to also make some claim on her services, Carly was surprised when the captain simply nodded in acceptance.

	"I'm sure it will be cool," he said in a low, mellow voice. "What about the other one?"

	"Huh?" Staci and Carly asked in confusion.

	Nuygen casually raised an arm and pointed past them. The two girls spun around to see Yvonne standing there, looking at them expectantly. Neither had known she was tailing them and Carly's mind raced as she thought about the implications with the cops. Did they count her as one of the working girls? What would they do to her if they thought she skipped out on their "tax collection"?

	"Hiya, cute thing," Staci said to the tot. "What's your name?"

	Yvonne pointed to Carly, who told Staci and Nuygen her name.

	Amused, Staci turned to the captain.

	"So, you want some company, too?"

	"No thanks," he answered with a shrug. "I'm cool."

	Yvonne walked right up to the alien and stared into his face before lifting her arms in a clear sign that she was to be picked up. Bemused, Nuygen picked her up. The little girl's ratty dress bunched up, displaying her bare legs and bottom as she settled into the crook of Nuygen's arm. Then she pointed to the ship and grinned at Nuygen.

	"I guess she's coming with us," he said and carried her into the ship with Staci and Carly in tow.

	The first order of business was bathing Yvonne, which Staci and Carly did while Nuygen prepared the ship for launch. The tyke hadn't been near any soap for a while and it took nearly an hour and two recylings of bath water before the girl was clean. Staci had some fun as she fondled Yvonne's pudgy mons through a washcloth until the girl wriggled.

	"You're fun to wash after we got all the crud off you," Staci teased, getting a wet hug from Yvonne.

	Now clean, Yvonne now had a milky complexion all over. Her blonde hair was also quite bright and glossy once it had been detangled with a vibro brush that made the task gentle on the child.

	Since her clothes, what little there was, went into the refuse processor, Staci took one of Nuygen's old shirts and out it on Yvonne. It looked like an over-sized, floor length (and then some) nightgown on the girl until Carly managed to trim off just enough to expose Yvonne's feet. Those were going to remain bare as there was nothing they could do about footwear for a three year-old at this juncture.

	But Yvonne did seem to mind and happily followed the older girls for a dinner of pasta and fruit salad from the ship's stock. It was better quality than what Carly was used to and even Yvonne packed away a fair amount. After dinner, Nuygen announced that he had a surprise.

	Leading his suddenly enlarged crew to a corridor, he stopped in front of a small equipment locker he had emptied. Now it only contained a few blankets and a pillow and Nuygen picked Yvonne up and plopped her inside.

	"This is for our ship's pet," he explained.

	Clearly delighted with her little cabinet, Yvonne burrowed under the top blanket and laid her head on the pillow before pointing to the door. Nuygen slid it closed with just a crack showing and Yvonne fell asleep feeling snug and secure.

	Carly sat and watched as Nuygen and Staci readied the ship for launch. They had done this many times but were methodical and precise in their preparation. Carly's first journey into space was smooth and rather disappointing - not the dramatic stuff of some of the entertainment vids. Of course, those launches were usually done with bad guys shooting at the ship or with the planet exploding beneath them.

	The best part was watching New Gomorrah shrink in the rear view screen, which gave Carly a great measure of satisfaction. After setting the autopilot with the navigation plots, Nuygen announced that he was calling it a night.

	"Was it exciting?" Staci asked. "Taking off and stuff?"

	"It was okay," Carly admitted.

	Then Carly took her by the arm and led her off of the bridge.

	"Then let's make it exciting now."

	And Staci led Carly to her cabin.

	Carly slowly undressed, excited but still overwhelmed by the sudden change in her life. It still didn't seem real - the squalor and lurid mess of her life already light years away. As her mind drifted over the things she had abandoned, she was suddenly brought back to the here and now when Staci, now naked, impatiently grabbed Carly's thong.

	"I'm sorry, I-" Carly began before Staci shushed her.

	"Let me," the other girl begged.

	Carly stood still has Staci removed her final garment. When Staci stood straight, she was quiet, her eyes drinking in the nude figure of her girl. Oh yes, Carly was her girl, rescued from whoring her little body out to any paying customer.

	"Get on the bed," Staci whispered huskily.

	Carly did as she was told, feeling the clean sheets and a mattress more comfortable than she had ever known. Staci slid on top of her, kissing and frenching her while pinning her arms over her head. It was a sign of domination, but not rape - not what Carly's parents had done to her in bed. In fact, aside from those episodes, this was the first time she was having sex in bed as all paid transactions were done in an alley or a vehicle.

	Now Staci's simple bed in her small cabin was luxurious, as was Staci's mouth and hands as they began to explore her body. Carly kept her freed hands over her head where Staci had placed them, submitting her smooth little form to Staci's ravenous mouth and eager hands. But there was one thing...

	"Go slow," Carly whispered. "Please?"

	"Hey, dinner was good but I'm still hungry," Staci replied with an impish grin.

	"I know, but...but it's always been fast and hard but I like this now. I want to enjoy it, you know, make it last a long time."

	Staci's face softened and she slowed. Moving more carefully, she kissed her way to Carly's pubis, extending her tongue there over the skin. The trail of her saliva grew, coating the hairless labia of Carly's sex before Staci settled there and began to nibble and suck and taste the other girl's juicy mound.

	But as Staci's lust grew, so did the action of her tongue. She pushed at the tender mound, feeling the flow of Carly's arousal. Carly moaned and shifted her hips in response, inviting her lover and keeper to devour her. Accepting, Staci ate with fury, sucking the nectar from the nine year-old's pussy with loud, smacking noises. Carly lifted her ass off the bed, pressing her snatch against Staci's mouth until the other girl brought her off.

	With a loud grunt, Carly collapsed to the bed. Staci followed with her face, licking her girl clean. Then she slid up, pressing her cunny to Carly's. Bracing her upper body with her arms, Staci leered at her partner while she ground her crotch against Carly. Soon, the hairless pussies of both girls were soaked with their mixed juices.

	But Staci was in command, controlling the pace and pressure while making Carly gasp and beg. Her lust inflamed, Carly lifted her head and shoulder up, using her elbows for support and planted her lips against one of Staci's flat nipples. Now it was the ten year-old's turn to be surprised as her body reacted to Carly's suckling. No one had ever done that to her and Staci had always ignored her nipples, assuming there would be something worth playing with once she grew breasts.

	"Ah, yes," she breathed. "Suck my tits. Ohhhh..."

	Staci humped against Carly's twat in time with the other girl's sucks. Carly didn't let go of her lover's chest until her head titled back to groan as she came. Staci matched her and the preteens shuddered together in their shared climax.

	After a few minutes, Staci turned around and presented her dripping quim to Carly's mouth. At the same time, she lowered her head and the two little girls spent more heavenly time pressing against each other and writhing lustfully.

	Each girl awoke the next day with the taste of the other in her mouth and the warm buzz of recent memories in their brains. Staci slid out of bed and mumbled, "I'm taking a shower."

	"I'll take one when you're done," Carly sleepily replied.

	"No, you'll take it with me," Staci said as she grabbed Carly's hand.

	Carly smiled - even showers were going to be kinky now. But as they stepped into the passageway, they heard an odd noise from the flight deck up forward.

	"It sounds like Nuygen is...gargling?" Carly guessed.

	"Yeah, I know what's going on when he makes that noise. His race does that a bunch before they cum."

	The pair hurried to the flight deck where they found Nuygen sprawled in one of the pilot chairs with his legs wide. Between his legs was Yvonne with her luscious red lips pulled tightly around Nuygen's member. Her cheeks were puffing and hollowing and her little hands were caressing farther back where her tiny mouth couldn't reach.

	"Playing with the ship's pet?" Staci cracked.

	Nuygen turned her, his usually droopy eyelids wide open.

	"She started it," he wheezed.

	Yvonne paused long enough to look at the girls. Her little mouth was too occupied to change shape but the way her eyes sparkled and the bridge of her noise wrinkled, it was clear that she was quite happy and proud of what she was doing.

	"Um, should we leave?' Carly whispered.

	"Nah, I wanna see what happens," Staci whispered back. "Nuygen blows a huge wad and I wonder what Yvonne will do."

	A few minutes later, Nuygen let loose with a very loud gargle and his penis literally pulsed as thick gobs of his semen coursed into the three year-old's mouth. Her eyes huge, Yvonne gulped frantically, sending most of the steaming seed into her tiny tummy. But a little leaked out, staining her plump, berry lips to make her look like an impossibly cute little slut.

	"Hey Yvonne, you wanna take a shower?" Staci called suggestively.

	Yvonne shook her head and crawled into the lap of the ship's exhausted captain for a nice snuggle. Shrugging, Staci turned to Carly.

	"Come on. Let's get clean. And we can get dirty while we're doing it."

	Carly lay amid the rumpled sheets of Staci's bed, soaking in the afterglow of her first orgasm of the night. Staci broke the mood, though, when she left the bed to get something. Returning with a container, she opened it to show something immersed in an almost jelly-like substance. Carly sat up and wished she hadn't.

	"What is it?" Carly asked, her nose wrinkling in the hope it wasn't some sort of edible delicacy.

	"It's a present from Lady Jezzata, an important client of ours. She's a noblewoman from the Q'en Confederation and she had me over for some playtime - actually a play weekend - after Nuygen and I got her a few kilos of a certain crystalline mineral from a rogue comet. She used this on me and gave it to me as a parting gift."

	"So what is it?" Carly repeated.

	"Do you know what a dildo is?"

	"Yeah."

	"Well this is a living dildo."

	Staci took it out - the thing was phallus shaped with a bulbous end - the head, she guessed - and tendrils on the other end.

	"Is it some kind of animal?" she asked Staci.

	"Nope, it's a bio-engineered sex toy. Seriously. Sometimes I fuck myself with it like this."

	Stacy pushed the  head against her smooth lips. The thing looked too wide but Carly saw it compress and get thinner before lewdly opening the ten year-old. Staci hummed in satisfaction as she stroked the thing a few times in her snatch before extracting it. Then she pushed the other end against her slit. The tendrils shot in, making Staci stiffen for a few seconds before she relaxed. Then she rocked her hips, shaking the thing as if she had grown a penis.

	"Those stringy things on the end attach inside me," Staci said, her voice shaky. "But it's not just physical. They connect to me so I can feel what the dildo is feeling - almost like it was a real dick."

	Carly thought it was kind of disgusting, but Staci was just warming up.

	"Sometimes I jack off like a boy. It feels really good and when I cum, it absorbs my juices and shoots it out like I'm cumming like a guy."

	Carly made a face.

	"You can do that," she said. "I'll pass."

	Staci pulled Carly down onto her back.

	"I'm not saying you have to wear it," Staci said as she got on top of Carly. "But I am gonna fuck you with it."

	When Carly whimpered at the thing's touch against her mound, Staci paused.

	"Hey, it will be okay, really. Lady Jezzata used it on me a bunch of times."

	Carly pressed her mouth tight and gave Staci an unsure nod. Although Staci had been eager to push hard into Carly, she took her time, easing it into the nine year-old and feeling the snug, wet satin of Carly's cunny envelope the cock.

	"Oh, your pussy feels so good," Staci crooned as she penetrated her girlfriend.

	Staci copulated with Carly in slow, gooey strokes. The thing inside of Carly pulsed and rippled, giving the young girl an extraordinary vaginal massage.

	"You're not just wet, you're a flood inside," Staci groaned. "And it's all so hot."

	"Mmmm," Carly concurred, feeling dizzy from the fleshy hardness taking her little twat so completely. She undulated, matching the insertions and withdrawals of their interlocked bodies. Her lungs were becoming harder to fill and greedily sucked for air as her loins ached and quivered until...

	"Oh my God, I'm gonna..." she wheezed.

	With a shout, Staci came just before Carly. Her steamy juices pumped out of the cock and deep into Carly's body. As the first wave hit her intimately, Carly climaxed, grabbing at Staci. The two girls held each other through their orgasms, with Staci filling Carly heavily. It wasn't long before Staci recovered.

	"I put a lot of my stuff in you," she grinned. "I'll bet I made you pregnant."

	Carly laughed at the idea of getting knocked up by another girl.

	"It doesn't work like that," she playfully scolded.

	Staci raised an eyebrow.

	"Oh yeah? Well, I'll just have to keep trying until you're knocked up."

	Carly giggled helplessly as Staci pinned her to the bed with her hands. Then she pinned her with something else.

	They were starting the morning right. For once, Staci let Carly be on top and now the nine year-old was riding the living dildo lustfully, feeling it change shape inside her young tunnel as she grew overheated. Staci aided by twiddling her undeveloped nips, making them hard between her fingers.

	"Oh, you're about to cum - I can feel it," Staci moaned.

	When Staci opened her mouth to reply, she could only manage a low cry as she started to cum. Her cunny's reaction grabbed at the toy embedded inside and set Staci off. The ten year-old pumped her fluids into the other girl as they both enjoyed their timing once more.

	Carly collapsed against her, panting into Staci's ear. When Staci stretched luxuriously beneath her, she turned her head and grinned.

	"Good morning," she said.

	"Yeah, good morning," Carly replied, her words muffled in the sheets.

	"Not you," Staci retorted. "Her."

	Carly looked and say Yvonne standing there. The neck of Nuygen's altered short was still too wide on the child's tiny frame and had slipped down on one side to reveal a bared shoulder. With her clothing in slight disarray, her generous little mouth, her hair still tousled from bed and her eyes puffy with sleep, Yvonne looked like a sultry temptress to Staci.

	Carly felt Staci pushing at her and rolled off the girl, feeling the knobby surface of the dildo knead her interior as it slid out. Staci sat upright and swung her legs off the bed, parting them to display the glistening thing protruding from her snatch.

	"You wanna suck my cock?" Staci invited. "It tastes like Carly."

	Yvonne softly padded over to the bed on her bare feet and calmly took the base of the dildo in her hands. Her soft little mouth closed over the head and she bobbed slightly as she sucked away.

	"Oh, shit, she's good," Staci breathed as the little blonde head kept moving.

	Yvonne's soft lips were like little fleshy pillows as they compressed around the shaft. And her tongue was evidently as skilled as it slithered around the thing in her mouth. Reacting to the pressure and touch of the child's small mouth, the dildo compressed and elongated, reaching her throat. Yvonne's eyes widened but she did not panic. Moving her head forward, she too the dildo down her throat while her lips flexed and her tongue dabbed to clean every bit of Carly's essence from the surface.

	Watching and feeling the tot deep throat her "cock" was too much for Staci and she came wildly. The dildo pumped into Yvonne until Staci was done. Carefully, Staci eased Yvonne's head away. Freed from the dildo, Yvonne took a deep breath and then patted her tummy where Staci's and Carly's preteen cunny juices now resided.

	While Carly was speechless, Staci was eager for more. When she began pulling Yvonne's "nightgown" up, Yvonne lifted her arms to help get naked. Then Staci lifted her into bed.

	"Have you ever been fucked in the pussy?" Staci asked the little blonde.

	Yvonne shook her head.

	"Do you wanna get fucked like Carly?"

	Yvonne's response was to lie back and spread her legs. She looked at Staci expectantly and watched as the older girl bent down to mouth her tiny quim. Staci sucked on the tender bit of flesh, digging at the tyke's virgin slit with her tongue. Squirming, Yvonne instinctively grabbed Staci's head in every way she could - clamping her little thighs against her cheeks and hooking her lower legs around the older girl's head while also putting her hands on top.

	The rapid panting was the only sound Yvonne could make with her mouth while she was orally molested. She suddenly tightened, her body trying to curl around Staci's head. Little bumps of her hips told Carly the preschooler was cumming.

	When Yvonne went limp and let go of her, Staci got to her knees.

	"Yummy," she declared, licking her lips to catch every drop of Yvonne's nectar.

	Then she moved in, pressing the head of her dildo against Yvonne's plump mound. She pushed forward, the dildo compressing to allow it to enter the child. The child's bald labia spread apart and her eyes went wide again as she felt herself stretching inside.

	Hunching forward, Staci deflowered the little girl. Yvonne flinched when she felt her maidenhead tear and tried to scowl before the effect of hard meat sliding into her expanding little pussy took hold. Her mouth opened in astonishment as the dildo's surface continuously altered massaging her tiny channel.

	Staci gritted her teeth as she intimately felt the tightness of Yvonne's succulent little cuntlet. With careful thrusts of her slender hips, she worked her toy in and out of the three year-old's sex, feeling Yvonne's reactions and her own. With increasing speed, she fucked the tight toddler hole as it became ever more slippery. Her only regret was that this wouldn't last at the rate things were building.

	Yvonne shivered with her climax, her mouth silently gaping. Staci was quick to follow her, sending jets of her juices into the little girl.

	When she withdrew, she rolled to her side. Yvonne sat up, her eyes slightly vacuous from her latest sexual initiation. Then she slid off the bed and turned back, smiling brightly as she clutched her tiny, hairless pussy. Still holding her fleshy treasure, the tot proudly walked out, presumably to show Nuygen what she could do.

	Nuygen was amused by this latest development although he did nothing more than coax Yvonne back into some clothing so she wouldn't be such a distraction to everyone else. Seeking more fun, Yvonne somehow taught the ship's service droids to play tag and hide and seek and they took turns chasing the scampering child throughout the maze of the ship's passageways and holds.

	The room seemed murky when Carly awoke sometime the following morning. While Staci's toy had been fun, it was eventually returned to its container while the girls continued to play until they fell asleep, exhausted and entangled.

	As Carly tried to get her eyes focused, she understood that she was lying on her stomach with her cheek resting on one of Staci's calves. Another body part of Staci's - Carly was pretty sure it was an arm - was draped across her butt. And the murkiness was a sheet in front of her face.

	After tugging on the sheet, she managed to clear it and see the small cabin in more detail. Then she felt Staci stir.

	"Mumff?" Staci mumbled.

	"Huh..."Carly sleepily replied.

	"The engines," Staci said, becoming alert and cocking her head.

	"What about them?"

	"They're powering up and down - maneuvering. We're supposed to start some skip mining today but it's still early."

	While Staci got out of bed, Carly sat upright and watched her as she tapped into a console.

	"This isn't right," Staci said quietly. "We're already over twenty percent of our haul."

	"Why is that bad?"

	Staci shook her head.

	"It's not bad - it's just weird. I should be on the flight deck helping Nuygen with monitoring and navigation. It can get tricky when we're moving around an asteroid field. Some of those rocks have some gravitational fields, which makes it even nastier. Come on."

	Since Staci was leaving in the nude, Carly did the same. When they got to the flight deck, they were astonished to find Yvonne at the navigational touch screen, calmly sending the ship from one asteroid to the next, precisely finding a concentration of their targeted ore each time.

	Nuygen stood behind her, watching but not interfering. He had jacked the seat up as high as it would go but Yvonne still needed to sit on a small toolbox to reach everything. Seeing the other two girls staring, Nuygen grinned and explained.

	"I was showing her what I do and she took over. She's a psi-nav."

	"Really?" Staci breathed.

	"A what?" Carly asked, still concerned that their lives were in the small hands of a toddler who might decide that crashing into something would be even more fun.

	"A psi-nav is someone who can move around in space, find things and make light jumps just because they somehow can feel it or sense it," Staci explained. "No one knows how or why they can do it - not even psi-navs. It's like breathing to them - they just do it. And they couldn't do it wrong even if they wanted to."

	"There are very few of them," Nuygen added. "And they always have some other shortcoming - something missing - in exchange for these abilities. We don't know why that it, either. And it's different with each one."

	"Like Renquist," Staci said with a shudder.

	"Like Renquist," Nuygen agreed.

	"He was a psi-nav that was brought aboard our last ship for a job," Staci said to Carly. "He had to have guards with him because his shortcoming was his sanity. If you got too close, he would bite - and bite hard."

	"But Yvonne simply can't talk," Nuygen went on. "And that's not a bad thing since so many people talk too much."

	Yvonne paused, as did the ship as it mined an asteroid. She frowned as she rubbed one buttock that had been resting against the corner of the toolbox.

	"Hey, let Carly get in the chair and you can sit on her lap," Staci suggested.

	Yvonne scooted down and Nuygen removed the offending box. Carly suggested she get dressed first but Yvonne took her hand and looked at her.

	"I guess not," Carly said as she got into the chair.

	Yvonne crawled into her lap and lifted her night shirt up so that her naked little rump was resting against Carly's bare legs and crotch. Yvonne bounced a couple of times then turned to give Carly a "What's wrong with you?" look.

	"I know what she wants," Staci giggled and ran out of the room.

	"Oh no," Carly protested when Staci returned with the dildo.

	Nuygen lifted Yvonne up while Staci pressed the back end against Carly's pussy. The nine year-old mewled worriedly as the tendrils entered her and then she gasped. It was like the thing was now part of her. When Nuygen lowered Yvonne again, Carly moaned as she felt the thing become encased the three year-old's juicy little twatlet.

	Yvonne wriggled a few times, getting comfortable as her tiny pussy was nicely stretched.  Then she churned her little hips, making Carly gasp. While Yvonne squirmed more earnestly, Carly did her best to bump her butt of the chair to give the tot a little thrusting inside. The new experience of being connected made her cum, squirting deeply into the child to induce Yvonne's orgasm.

	Spent, Carly leaned back into the chair. But Yvonne was refreshed and happily began tapping at the screen, at home in her element among the stars and content with her baby pussy perfectly plugged.


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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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