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story_codes: Aliens/g(8), lact, semi-cons

story_intro: Mandi is amazed to learn that she has been selected for an apprenticeship, even though she is only eight years old. It is an escape from a poor home life devoid of any affection and she soon finds friends and a place with no want fro food and activities. Soon, she also discovers why her young body is so valuable as her new occupation begins.


story_language: English




New Gomorrah: Harvested

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:

	Lucra eyed the slight girl who came into the office. She was slim and white-skinned with her dark brown hair cut in what the humans called a page boy cut. Befitting her family's rather poor background, her clothing was simple and unremarkable.

	The girl looked worried, which Lucra had expected since she had been summoned to her school principal's office. Turning to face her directly, he grinned widely, his yellow serrated teeth gleaming in his dark red face. When the child's eyes widened, he gave her a playful waggle of one of his pointed ears.

	Lucra knew his species bore a remarkable resemblance to some of the human characters of a deity they called the Devil or Satan. In fact, the human name for his race, Diablans, was rooted in this. While some of his kind railed at such a designation that hinted toward evil, Lucra found it worked in his favor when dealing with many humans.

	But right now, this girl was more concerned about why her principal wished to see her. According to her file, she was well-behaved, which would explain her current anxiety about possibly "being in trouble". Having bribed a data clerk at the clinic the girl visited for mandated annual physical exams, Lucra knew she had the chemical make-up that he was seeking. The secondary check of her completely empty disciplinary record at school made her the perfect candidate - one who could be made to cooperate.

	When at last Mandi was called into the principal's office, she was surprised to see the sinister-looking alien following her in. Mrs. Bolange, the principal made the introductions.

	"Mr. Lucra, this is Amanda Farmer, or Mandi as she prefers to be called. Mandi, this is Mr. Lucra, a personnel resources manager with Anteg Bio Products. He has some exciting news for you."

	Lucra bowed slightly to the girl before speaking.

	"I have had the opportunity to review your school records - academic and aptitude tests. Anteg is always on the lookout for promising young talent for our apprenticeship program and I must say you are most suitable."

	Mandi was confused. She was a good student but was not at the top of her class. Both Mrs. Bolange and this Mr. Lucra seemed quite pleased with her, almost eager that she was here. But there was another odd thing and this she put to voice.

	"But I'm only eight. Don't I have to be twelve before I can be an apprentice?"

	Mrs. Bolange looked nervous and tried to stutter and answer but Lucra merely raised a hand and answered her calmly.

	"That is the norm, yes. But in our industry, we have learned that even children as young as you are quite suitable. In fact, a younger age is often preferred. You'll understand once you get settled in."

	"Is it far away from here?" Mandi asked.

	"Yes, but you'll be staying in our on-site dorm," Lucra informed her. "You get your own room with plenty of varieties of food at each meal and there are after-hours entertainment of all kinds. We are rather strict about our apprentices relaxing properly when they are not on shift. Having you both healthy and happy is vital. I hope these living arrangements would be acceptable."

	Stunned, Mandi could only nod. Lucra knew very well why since she and four siblings were crowded into a small apartment with her alcoholic mother. Her long-imprisoned father's contribution had been his absence, which allowed a little more elbow room in the seedy environment.

	"So, I shall take you home so you can pack your things and say your good-byes," Lucra went on. "Mrs. Bolange has already graciously informed your mother and took care of the custody consent forms. Shall we?"

	Her head spinning at this abrupt change in her fortunes, Mandi placed her hand in Lucra's outstretched one. The alien's skin was smooth and surprisingly hot but Mandi had met enough aliens to know that body temperature was just one of an infinite number of variations between species.

	When she returned home, her mother was there at home. The youngest of five, Mandi had three other siblings in school while one of her brothers was in police custody awaiting arrangement in juvenile court. A small bag was sitting on the table and her mother waved at it.

	"This is all your shit," the woman said. "They said they'll clothe you so I'll sell your other clothes at the thrift store."

	"Oh," was all that Mandi could say.

	She tried to think of something else to tell her mother; some way to say goodbye but the woman had never been very maternal aside from giving birth to her small brood and collecting assistance checks for it. Then her mother fixed her with a glare.

	"This Anteg place will be sending me some of your pay and I want that money. So don't fuck this up."

	And with that, the farewell between mother and daughter was over.

	Mandi's room at the Anteg facility was small, but it was clean and it was all hers. Information panels in the corridors made it easy for her to find her way around and she peeked into several recreational rooms where she saw girls from around her age to those in their teens watching programs, reading, and playing all kinds of table and virtual activity games.

	When a chime sounded for dinner, she followed the others to a cafeteria where Lucra's promise of good food proved to be true. Her tray was already quite full when she reached the dessert area. Standing still, she stared at the various cakes and pies as well as the ice cream dispenser.

	"New kid, huh?"

	Mandi turned and saw a girl of about fourteen. The older girl selected a peach pie and then added a large dollop vanilla ice cream to it. Then she winked at Mandi.

	"Some advice about dessert. If you can't make up your mind between two of them, take them both. By the time your work shift is done, you'll have burned off all of the calories."

	The teen smiled and patted her flat belly before moving on. Taking her advice, Mandi selected a chocolate tart and a strawberry cream pie. Shortly after finding an empty table, another girl with blonde curly hair sat down across from her. She looked to be Mandi's age.

	"Hi, I'm Jill," the other girl said. "You must be the one that came today, right?"

	"Uh huh, I'm Mandi."

	"My room's two doors down from yours," Jill informed her before stuffing a spoonful of mashed potatoes in her mouth. "Come on over anytime you want. I'm on gold shift and they said we'd be getting a new girl, so it must be you. That's great - we can hang out together and stuff."

	"Okay," Mandi readily agreed, glad to have made a friend so quickly. "Um, what exactly do we do on shift?"

	Jill stopped chewing and slowly swallowed her mouthful, turning pink as she did.

	"Have you had your entrance physical yet?" she asked.

	"No," Mandi answered, concerned by Jill's expression. "Is something wrong?"

	"Uh, no," Jill quickly said. "You'll understand after you have your physical."

	Mandi didn't want to appear stupid, so she let the matter drop. Instead, she and Jill chatted about the things they could do when they were off-shift.

	"Good morning, Mandi," Lucra said the following day.

	They were alone in a white room with one table and a small console. A blank panel in the wall was near the table.

	"Disrobe, please," Lucra calmly told her.

	"Everything?" Mandi asked weakly.

	"Oh yes," Lucra laughed gently. "It really won't work any other way."

	As Mandi slowly removed her clothing, she thought about the people who sometimes prowled her old neighborhood. Men and women, human and alien, they often sought kids for various things. Sometimes it was for taking pictures or holo-vids and sometimes it was for other, mysterious things that Mandi preferred not knowing. She had heard that human kids, especially girls, were used for all kinds of weird things.

	Remembering Jill's odd reaction about the physical, Mandi wondered what was going to happen. She was suddenly worried but then Jill and the others seemed pretty happy. She finished undressing and faced Lucra.

	"Please lie down on the table," he politely requested.

	Mandi did as she was asked. Lucra tapped on the console until Mandi heard a hum. Suddenly she felt trapped on the table.

	"I can't move!" she blurted.

	"Yes, it's best to stay still," Lucra told her. "You'll understand soon enough. Now let's get your legs just right..."

	He did something on the console and Mandi felt her legs spreading apart. It made her feel more naked and she blushed. Then the wall panel opened.

	"We have several harvesters here," Lucra informed her. "You'll find that their appendages are quite versatile in function. Of course, you'll start with implantation."

	Lucra stood to one side as a tentacle emerged from the panel. It was light blue and transparent as it extended toward the table. Swallowing hard, Mandi could tell right where it was heading but she was helpless to shield her private place.

	"Please!" she whined to Lucra, who tutted at her.

	"It's quite alright," he said. "You must be implanted for harvesting. That's why you're here. Just relax and enjoy it."

	When the tentacle touched Mandi's mons, the girl trembled. It gently swabbed over the small mound of smooth girl flesh, pressing and caressing it. The tip opened and Mandi could feel suction on one of her lips. The tentacle tugged on it and then did the same to the other. Then it slid between them, widening the girl's cleft before sliding up and down along the length.

	As the thing rubbed along her hairless slit, Mandi mumbled quietly. It felt kind of good, better than when one of her brothers had crudely put his finger there a couple of years ago. She felt like she was blushing inside, somewhere deeper than the tentacle's tip was.

	Changing its motion, the tentacle pressed its tip against the bit of flesh Mandi's brother had called a clit. The tentacle sucked the clit in, making Mandi gasp loudly. Now the thing undulated, pressing into her vulva while the tip's vacuum pulsed as if nursing on Mandi's sensitive button. She was feeling tingly deeper inside and then she started to leak.

	Embarrassed, she turned to Lucra, trying to explain.

	"Something's wrong, I'm...I'm..."

	"Getting wet, I suppose," he finished for her. "That's exactly what you're supposed to do. It aids in the penetration."

	"The...?" she whimpered.

	Almost as if hearing her query, the tentacle released its hold on her clit and shifted. She felt it pressing into her, making her widen in there. Then, with a hard thrust, it breached her entrance. Mandi yelped as something tore. After the sting of her defloration passed, she was stunned to feel movement farther inside her body. With little understanding of her anatomy, she feared for her life.

	Lucra always found these little girls so amusing during their first time. To ensure best quality, the girls had to be virgins so naturally they didn't understand things. After so many, he was long past trying to explain everything and simply watched as Mandi received her education.

	With the child's canal well lubricated by her own arousal, the tentacle stroked in and out of her. The eight year-old's bald pussy was oozing as the thing fucked her, stretching her little sex and making her moan. Mandi didn't understand the act being committed upon her, but she craved more of the throbbing sensation that kept expanding. It suddenly engulfed her and she shouted as she came.

	Mandi blinked after her orgasm subsided. She still felt the tentacle inside her, moving gently now and sucking on her cunny on the inside. She could make out a little bit of liquid traveling inside the thing as it was extracted from her.

	After a minute, something else travelled toward her inside the tentacle. It also looked like a small bit of liquid and Mandi jolted on the table when it spurted inside of her. Confused, she didn't understand but felt odd deep in there. The liquid just injected there softened her cervix and the tentacle's tip pressed against her until she began to dilate.

	With the warmth of her climax gone, Mandi was getting agitated. Something was changing inside and she was afraid to ask what. Then she saw something else coming through the tentacle. It was a sphere a little larger than a golf ball and the tentacle expanded as the ball moved along.

	"No," Mandi begged. "Don't put it in me. Don't put it ther-...augh!"

	The little girl's cunt expanded acutely as the ball surged through her tunnel. Something else stretched for a moment and then the feeling was gone. With a liquidy slithering noise, the tentacle withdrew from Mandy's defiled snatch and disappeared inside the panel. Feeling sick, Mandi noted that the ball was nowhere to be seen.

	Suddenly, the invisible pressure that had been holding her disappeared. She sat up as Lucra finished working at the console.

	"There's something in me," she said in a quavering voice.

	"It's quite alright," Lucra said calmly. "It's an organic device meant to enhance your hormonal production. It will allow your juices to become more prodigious when you are aroused, which means you can provide more for the harvesting. And once you become sufficiently aroused, a second hormonal reaction will occur, targeted to a certain part of your body that will make it react as if you were pregnant."

	Mandi shook her head in confusion and Lucra smiled.

	"But we'll let that be a surprise for you in a little while," he said. "Now, vaginal intercourse is not allowed as we don't want any semen or sperm to contaminate the purity of your delicious little pussy. But you shan't worry as there is another perfectly viable way for you to pleasure me without ruining your products. We have an hour before the hormonal adjustment will be ready, so let's have at it."

	As Mandi was feeling a little weak, she did little more than whimper as he turned her over on her belly and pulled her legs off the table. With admiration, he fondled the little girl's buttocks, enjoying their spongy texture and the warmth of her delicate skin. He had unfastened his trousers, producing crimson-colored erection which he slid between her cheeks. The small human wriggled from the touch, his member producing its own oil through its pores. It was a trait of Lucra's species which aided in sex.

	Mandi felt embarrassed by what the man was doing, the way he was touching her back there. It was kind of like how that tentacle had touched her there, sliding along her slit until it...Oh no.

	Mandi started to protest when she feel the pressure on her orifice. But Lucra was quite familiar with young bottoms and expertly skewered the eight year-old's anus with his first thrust. Mandi howled in fear as she was entered. It hurt, too, but the pain seemed to subside as Lucra's oils sunk into her tissues. Whimpering, Mandi remained pinned to the table as Lucra fucked her virgin ass.

	Lucra didn't feel deprived at all as he settled for the rear entry holes of his recruits. Mandi was like the others with the muscular little ring that clamped on his prick and the soft, rubbery rectal passage inside that twisted and stretched around his thrusting cock. Saturated with his oil, Mandi's ass quickly became a snug and slippery socket for the rutting alien. With hearty shoves, he happily sodomized the whimpering child, knowing that she'd eventually come to understand that these occasional sessions were part of her service and his benefits package.

	Mandi grunted with every stroke she took. He was so very hot inside of her, threatening to melt her with every thrust. Even when she tried to expel him like she was trying to shit him out, it only seemed to inflame him more and he drove harder inside her oily bottom. She lost track of time, mumbling softly as the buggering continued until at least something changed.

	Lucra's cock seemed to enlarge a little and then she felt the surge of something boiling into her colon. Lucra groaned as his testicles wrung themselves dry, slamming wave after wave of ejaculate into the eight year-old's body. After he finally pulled out, she shivered, feeling cold and a little empty inside her unplugged posterior.

	Lucra carefully cleaned the girl before laying her out on the table again. The wall panel opened and Mandi only watched as it came to her. Knowing she did not need the restraining field this time, Lucra observed as the tentacle entered the child's hairless pussy. Mandi moaned, her slender and smooth body arcing and curving as the thing wetly sluiced in and out of her. This time, the reactions inside her were stronger. She clutched at the invader with both hands, feeling it slide between them and pass more deeply into her cunny.

	Her orgasm was intense and her shuddering violent as she felt the interior of her immature sex being sucked mightily. With strange satisfaction, she watched her nectar sliding through the tentacle - a copious amount this time. When she was finished, the thing remained inside of her, slowly moving to begin the cycle again.

	Mandi felt something else now, a tightness inside her chest, focusing on the two areas around her nipples. She ached and when her fingers softly felt there, she found them puffing out. Emitting a surprised peep, she lifted her head to see two tiny buds pushing her hardened nipples out. The points stood stiffly in the air and then she saw two more tentacles like the first descend upon her chest.

	The suction on her childish breasts made her hips buck in response. As her pussy heated, she felt the bloating beneath her nipples grow along before a slight relief occurred. Observing the thin white streams flowing in the tentacles, she lay her head back down and let them milk her.

	"Now you see," said Lucra as he stroked her sweaty brow. "Among all of the liquors and wines in the known galaxy, it is the elixirs from young human girls that is often most prized. You are part cow...

	Lucra traced a finger along the side of one swollen nubbin.

	"...and part fruit."

	The finger slid over her bald, spread lips, between which the first tentacle was thrusting.

	"Today was for you to learn. But in future ones, you'll be in the company of your new sisters as you are all harvested."

	Like the others, Mandi wore a simple robe that she removed and hung on a hook. Jill was next to her along with two other girls their age who the blonde already knew. They were just four of over a hundred girls readying to go into the harvesting chamber. This was to be Mandi's first full shift.

	"Can you sit next to me?" she asked Jill who smiled and nodded.

	The chamber had many circular levels, each one open to the middle. The seats faced the center and Mandi found hers quite comfortable, hugging her body as she settled in. The seat reclined slightly and Mandi relaxed. Looking at Jill and her two other friends, she saw their chests were as perfectly flat as hers.

	Hearing the rustle of tentacles, Mandi reached for Jill. The other girl took her hand and then sucked in a sharp breath. Mandy understood why as she felt her own cuntlet being penetrated. This time, she was instantly wet, reacting warmly as the thrusting began.

	The pressure was back in her chest, building under her nipples. Beside her, Jill moaned and Mandi could see her friend's light pink nipples beginning to bulge. A tiny white drop beaded up on one but it was quickly covered by one of the two tentacles that latched onto Jill's torso.

	Then Mandi's own nipples were engulfed. The sucking was soft at first, kneading her sprouting bumps. When the pull became more insistent, Mandi felt and saw her milk begin to flow. Jill's hand squeezed hers and Mandi turned to see her shuddering with her first climax of the shift.

	A hard twitch between Mandi's legs told her what was approaching in her tight, soupy depths. With a sigh, returned the squeeze on Jill's hand and let the harvesting progress.

	



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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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