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Filename: newgomo2.txt
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story_codes: Aliens/g(8), cons

story_intro: As Daisy makes her way through a typical day, she never suspects that she is the object of many lewd desires. No matter, as three alien beasts loyally guard her to protect her from any unseemly advances...perhaps...


story_language: English




New Gomorrah: Protecting her Virtue

Written by madvlad


Preface:

	In the future, a world far from Earth was colonized by humans. Its original designation was simply C74-A210ZB, based on a galactic charting directory. After a few decades, it earned the appropriately inspired name, New Gomorrah.

	Like its biblical namesake, it is a den of iniquity paradoxically combined with centers of culture and learning. Anything is available to the highest bidder - or simply taken by force or by subterfuge. Among the most prized commodity among all races are young human females. By quirks of biology, they can be easily used for breeding purposes for a variety of species as well as for sexual pleasure.


This Story:

	Daisy hopped out of bed after verbally acknowledging the gentle chimes of her wake-up alarm. The home had the shower ready at the exact temperature she preferred. When she was done in the bathroom, she knew the valet system would have the clothing she had chosen the night before ready for her.

	Her parents were professors at the university and were currently off-world attending a conference. While some parents would have balked at leaving an eight year-old child on her own, they were confident in their precociously bright daughter. The artificial intelligence that ran the house would take care of her material needs there and when she went to school, there were a trio of gronduks to guard their little girl.

	Gronduks were an alien variety of hound, larger than a German Shepherd with heavy massive jaws. They were a fiercely protective breed and young Daisy had nothing to fear with her escort. During the school day, the beasts would remain outside the classroom, lying down but still vigilant for any possible threat to their beloved mistress. While school policy forbade animals to be inside, no one was about to argue about these creatures. Added to that was the fact that Daisy's academic performances in planet-wide and sector testing and competition were an asset to the school's reputation, so no one in administration was about to make any demands.

	Daisy was equally fond of her "pets", who her father had named Groucho, Harpo, and Zeppo in honor of some ancient entertainers. She understood they were meant for security; to "protect her virtue" as her mother explained it. Ever curious, Daisy had done a little research on this phenomenon of virtue and went only as far as discovering that there were people, human and alien alike, who did icky things to little girls. Not wishing to learn any details beyond "icky", Daisy settled on the concept that her furry companions would protect her virtue from anything icky. Intelligent as she was, she was still quite young and preferred to avoid learning anything unpleasant.

	Humming, she donned the bright yellow dress the clothing unit had laying out on the extended shelf. It ended at mid-thigh and was reminiscent of the style of the 1960's. Old and ancient fashions were popular with kids at Daisy's upscale school right now. Several of Daisy's friends were into the Victorian Age while others preferred the Lunar Colonization era stuff. Daisy's best friend had introduced her to the vibrant colors of the nineteen sixties and for several months now it was the only time period that Daisy would wear.

	After a well-balanced breakfast courtesy of the automated kitchen, Daisy collected her school pad and went outside with the gronduks trotting with her. She left early as she knew there would be a new delivery of trinkets at the Fun Bodega. She and her friends loved the tiny figurines for collecting and playing with and even wearing as a bauble.

	"Hello, Mr. Toorn," she chirped at the proprietor.

	"Good Morning to you, Miss Daisy," the Rendolian proprietor hissed through his fangs. He let his triple-forked tongue extend for a moment, his species' version of a smile. "I have the latest Twinkle Tots over there.

	Daisy cooed and went over to the shelves where the sparkling toys were arranged. Many of them were on the bottom shelf which meant she had to bend over to examine them closely.

	Toorn suppressed a sigh as he watched the short dress cling stubbornly to the eight year's small rump. As the girl leaned forward a little more, lost in the excitement over his merchandise, the lower portion of her panties were revealed along with just a bit of bare curves that marked the start of her buttocks.

	Daisy's ass was quite delectable to watch and Toorn imagined how they would taste under his slithering tongue. He'd sweep over them slowly, coating the smooth little buns with a layer of slime to make them nice and shiny.

	How those yummy cheeks would wiggle, reflecting the light as his dark green, scaly penis thrust between them. She would be so snug and silky on the inside, her inner flesh yielding to his strokes, warming to his friction until he pumped her compact young body with copious amounts of thick, reptilian semen.

	Toorn had a thing for mammals, especially the young ones of this species who were hairless in all of the interesting places. His prick protruded from its protective cavity, hardening as he fantasized about the meaty embrace of the human child's snug ass, the delicate tissues getting grated by the scales of his rampaging member. Daisy would be moaning from the discomfort in her widened, raw tunnel but she would know who her master was and would beg for more. And then he would do it again and again, the little girl bent over as she was sodomized to the point of blissful dizziness, receiving load after load of hot jism in her churning guts.

	One of the gronduks grunted, sensing something from the shopkeeper. Beneath his clothing, Toorn's stiffened penis immediately retracted back into his body. Although his arousal had been unseen, the animal had sensed something as Toorn had regarded the girl. Busying himself behind a counter, Toorn knew he could later observe Daisy and her heavenly bottom at leisure from the security vids where he had no risk of an overly protective gronduk sinking its teeth into Toorn's favorite piece of his own anatomy.

	After making a purchase with a credit chit, Daisy tucked the toy she had selected into her small shoulder bag, next to her school pad and walked on to the tram station. When she boarded the car, she sat in one of the benches facing inward as it had more floor space in front for the gronduks to lie down. If any other boarding passengers had issues with the notoriously fierce creatures accompanying the girl, they said nothing and steered a wide berth around them as they sought other seating.

	The sole exception was Kir, a reddish alien whose loose clothing hid the dozens of tendrils that wrapped around his limbs and body. Sitting on the cushioned bench opposite Daisy, his interest piqued by her exotic (to his species) blonde hair. He was familiar with human females, having had a few since his arrival on New Gomorrah. With swiveling eye stalks, he explored the girl as she played with some brightly colored object she had removed from her bag.

	His first humans had protrusions in the front of their chest that were mean to provide nourishment to their young. But they were also immensely fun to play with and the women, all professionals in the business of sex, had coached him on. The latest human female had also been a worker in that service field. Feeling horny but pressed for time, he had settled on the girl whose mammaries were only starting to grow. Although disappointed at first, he found them to still be satisfying, delighting in how the sensitive little nipples responded to his attention.

	Between her legs was another surprise. It was then that Kir learned that younger humans had no hair down there. He found the sex mound to be quite intoxicating, smooth and pliable as he played with it and parted the lips to gaze at her pink little hole before he took her inside it. The girl had explained that she would soon be growing hair there, too, which Kir found to be disappointing.

	Now this yellow-haired girl, he surmised, had plenty of time to remain smooth around her slit. Judging from her size, she would be very little in there. Her chest was flat and Kir mentally caressed her undeveloped torso before eyeing her silky little thighs. As the child's dress had hiked up when she sat, he could gaze along her unblemished limbs, watching the milky skin as it led to a small swatch of pink at their apex. Those would be her...panties, yes, that's what they were called. Kir thought that was a cute name for the cloth that covered the cuteness beneath it.

	He pictured her naked and sweating, her limbs held tautly away from her body by his extended tendrils. Her fingers and toes were wriggling helplessly as at least twenty of his tendrils caressed her over all over. Enjoying the evolutionary gift of his species, Kir could feel and taste every inch of the child's smooth figure. With one tendril each, he had captured her nipples after teasing them to stiffness. Now they bulged with his tendrils wrapped around them, squeezing to make the tips extend a little more so other tendrils could twiddle the sensitized nubs.

	Employing another free tendril to the child's bald snatch, he squeezed it between her puffy labia. She was tight inside; oozing her intoxicating juices from the stimulation he had already given her. Kir's tendril slipped in and out, agitating her prepubescent pussy. Then he added another tendril, stretching the eight year-old's sex tunnel along its entire length.

	Just as the girl adapted, Kir would add another tendril. Her small gasps were now full throated moans as seven, then eight tendrils were moving inside her. The appendages were twisted together, creating one thick, undulating mass the ferociously fucked the little pussy. Syrupy splats accompanied each thrust into her.

	The child's head was tilted back, her mouth open and her tongue at her lips as she panted. Another tendril captured her tongue, wrapping it and pulling on it. Her fleshy lips parted further with the introduction of more tendrils as they sought another place for sex. The globes of her ass, squeezed by spiraled tendrils, were being pulled apart as she was readied for another invasion.

	But Kir wanted her marked by him, further submissive before she would be thoroughly fucked. While some of his other appendages teased about her oral and anal orifices, the combined tendrils in her twatlet frenetically ripped in and out. The little girl's smooth pubis bulged with the movement of the alien meat using her inside. When Kir came, his tendrils all erupted, coating the wriggling human child from head to toe with his sticky ejaculate while more thundered into her immature reproductive organs.

	Now properly covered both inside and out, she was ready to be completely taken. She whimpered, and the sounds vibrated in his ears strangely.

	Kir blinked. The whimpering was real as the little girl bunched up in her seat, her green eyes wide as they locked on him. The gronduks were tensed, their ears flattening against their heads as their lips rolled back to show their fangs.

	Stunned, Kir understood immediately. Lost in his lurid fantasy, he had allowed his tendrils to unfurl and extend and now they were halfway across the aisle. Panicked, Kir retracted his tendrils, one barely escaping the mid-air snap of a gronduk's teeth. He quickly scuttled away, punching the button that opened the sliding doors at the rear of the car so he could find refuge in the next one.

	It was only after the alien disappeared that the gronduks settled down. One of them placed his large head in Daisy's lap, warm against her bare thighs.

	"Thank you, Harpo," Daisy cooed as she patted his head.

	She had the sense that the alien was going to try to do something icky to her but her virtue remained unsullied thanks to her faithful companions.

	Despite the unseemly display in the morning tram, the rest of Daisy's day went just fine. When she returned home, the three gronduks followed her to the kitchen where she requested three meat snacks from the dispenser. One at a time, she tossed them to the gronduks. Each animal neatly caught their treat and commenced chewing it.

	The first one done nuzzled against Daisy's side, making the girl giggle.

	"Okay, Groucho," she said. "You boys want the other part of your reward?"

	A slobbery lick in the face was her answer. Reaching under her dress, Daisy slipped her panties off. Then she leaned against the kitchen table, pulling her dress up to present herself. Groucho's forepaws slapped against the table on either side of the girl as he got to his hind legs. The canine erection found the little girl's hairless pussy and slammed home.

	Daisy grunted from the force of the first thrust. It hurt a little as she abruptly stretched, but she was well-lubricated. Just thinking about giving her pets this part of their reward for escorting her always made her wet down there.

	Groucho's tongue lolled as he humped his young human mistress. His lusty growls were matched by Daisy's little grunts as his thick cock stroked inside her straining cuntlet. The copulation intensified as the shaggy beast nearly covered the child's smooth form, his member pounding through her slick, clamping sex tube until his sperm burst forth and flooded the eight year-old's tiny uterus.

	Her eyes half-closed, Daisy was acutely aware of the growing arousal the frantic copulation had produced in her little sex. She was getting quite close. Zeppo was mounting her now and she knew she'd likely cum at least twice this afternoon before she was done rewarding her companions for protecting her virtue.


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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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