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story_codes: M/g(11) Man/young girl, mmmmm/g(8) young boys/young girl, M/g(4), preg, nc, cons

story_intro: The lives of three orphans take different turns in their new homes. Mary's continued rapes by Silas result in the next step of his plan for her. For Nell, a chance encounter with a farmhand introduces her to new possibilities. Now removed from the violence of her life back east, Clara finds new delights with her loving Papa.


story_language: English



Orphan Train, part 2

Written by madvlad


	Autumn had brought a chill to the air although Silas was quite comfortable in his bed. Per the usual routine, he had taken his pleasure of Mary before sending her off to bring him breakfast in bed. She was moving a little slowly and he noticed an ill paleness to her face. Silas had an inkling as to why.

	By late August, Mary had been nauseous in the mornings. Silas knew the signs well and was pleased to determine that he had gotten the girl pregnant before she had her first period. It spoke well of his virility. The morning illnesses would pass soon - or at least they usually did. And although Mary wasn't showing yet, Silas figured it wouldn't be long before the evidence of his growing progeny appeared on her thin body.

	After that, the loose dress she wore (when she was allowed) would hide her condition from others. Eventually, of course, she would have to go. But for the moment, she was still here and was still in the nude as she brought him his breakfast and served it as he liked. When the last of it was done, he laid back and slapped the bed. 

	Trembling, Mary climbed on top of him. This was how Silas liked to have her after breakfast and the preteen lowered herself onto the man's erection. Silas enjoyed watching his thick, veined cock disappearing between the bald lips of the girl's cunt. With her tubing still slick from the pre-breakfast coitus, Mary slid down his member and thoroughly impaled her young snatch. 

	Silas grabbed one of her small breasts, testing it to see if her pregnancy had made it grow. He couldn't detect any progress there or anywhere on her flat belly. But as it was only early October - just two months since he had taken her cherry and replaced it with a regimen of sexual servitude - and the fruit of his labors would bloom soon enough.

	Gripping Mary's thin hips, Silas guided her. Mary also used her legs, aiding in her own rape as she was forced to ride the heavy weapon that often bruised her prepubescent twat. The eleven year-old's tiny breasts bounced with her forced motions and Mary helplessly felt her pussy lubricating to the agitation of the thing ripping in and out of it. 

	Despite being used by her master at least six times a day, the girl still made a close fit around his cock. It meant she wasn't giving it away behind Silas' back but he still considered her a whore anyway. The moist, clinging passage inside the smooth, bulging lips of her vulva was all the proof he needed of that. 

	Twenty minutes later, Silas came. Mary groaned as she received the steaming jets of punishment inside her unjustly defiled body. Silas took great satisfaction of knowing his seed was washing about his offspring that resided in the whore's womb.

	Harvest time was so exciting. Like her brothers and most other children of farmers, Nell was not attending school while the fields were picked. Her father said that harvest was everyone's work and that hard labor made one appreciate the fruits of their success. So Hi, Seb, and Will joined the hired hands in the field. And living to his words, Enos was out there as well.

	Nell spent her time in the kitchen with her mother, preparing the huge meals for her father and brothers and the workers for a total of nearly thirty hungry bellies in each sitting. But Nell did not mind at all, thriving on the bustle of the busy time. The only drawback was that neither she nor her brothers had any time to spend in the hayloft. But the harvest didn't last forever.

	One day, there was one less man gathered on the porch where most of them gathered to eat. Enos explained that one of the wagons had a bad wheel and one man, Charlie, had volunteered to stay and fix it so the wagon would be ready when everyone returned. Enos had agreed but insisted that Charlie come to get his lunch when he was done.

	As everyone was leaving, Charlie was entering the yard.

	"I've got that wagon nearly fit to fly, let alone roll, Mr. Henson," Charlie called.

	"Careful with what you say, Enos replied as he ruffled Will's hair. "This one may rig some contraption up to make it take wing."

	Everyone laughed at the idea of a flying wagon or any such thing - everyone but Will, who looked very thoughtful as he strode next to his father. Nell hoped that if Will ever built such a thing as a flying machine, that he would give her a ride. 

	Charlie quickly ate his lunch while Evelyn was preparing a stew in the kitchen for the evening meal. Given the opportunity to take a break, Nell sat with Charlie on the porch. When Charlie was finished, he looked about and beckoned to Nell.

	"Hey, little girl," he whispered. "How would you like to make a penny?"

	He produced a shiny new penny and Nell stared at the Indian man with his feathered headdress set in bright copper.

	"Sure," she said.

	"I'm going to the barn. You wait a minute and follow me."

	Barely a minute later, Nell slipped into the barn. Charlie made sure the door was shut and turned to the girl.

	"I want to see you and feel you a little. It won't hurt now. Just drop your bloomers and lift up your dress."

	Nell was surprised. A penny for only doing this? She readily complied, watching as Charlie dropped to one knee and stared at her bald little charm. 

	"Little girls are so beautiful," he breathed, extending a hand out.

	His fingers closed on the eight year-old's pussy, lightly squeezing it and carefully stroking it. Wriggling his finger into the smooth slit, he rubbed her on the inside. His efforts were clumsy but still someone effective. And seeing a grown man so taken with her gave Nell's arousal a little kick. When Charlie drew his hand away from her, he regarded the soaked tip of his finger in awe.

	Nell knew what she wanted and hoped he'd get on with it. Finally, she simply spoke aloud.

	"Are you going to put your dick in me now?"

	Charlie was stunned by the words coming from such a young mouth. He had fondled several little girls in the manner he had done with Nell but anything akin to intercourse was strictly in the realm of his feverish fantasies. But she was obviously aroused - no other youngster had ever gotten wet for him. And, Lord Almighty, she wanted it!

	Digging into his overalls pocket, he produced a silver coin that was slightly smaller than the penny he had just set on a milking stool for her. Then Charlie unbuttoned the fly of his overalls and produced a hard-on that made Nell's eyes widen. He was bigger than Hi or any of the boys back in Hell's Kitchen who had used her cunt. 

	"The dime is yours if I can get it in."

	Nell gauged the man's ready penis and nodded. Then Charlie was all over her, laying her on the barn floor and pulling her dress up to her chest. He was slightly rough with her in his eagerness but had no intent to harm her.

	Nell felt the spongy tip of his dick forcing her hairless snatch to open for him. He was pushing inside, making her entrance stretch like it never had before. She couldn't help letting a sharp bark of pain get out and Charlie clapped a hand over her mouth.

	"Sh..shhh...shhh...." he whispered. "It's gonna be all right little girl. Charlie's gonna get it in you and make you feel real good."

	He pushed again, making Nell worry that something down there might break. But then his head popped through her inner lips clamped on him in the indentation just after the glans. Charlie rocked back and forth, sweating in the cool air before the little girl's twat weakened and allowed him to slide in. Nell groaned into his hand as the heavy meat ground its way past her straining opening and into the sultry lushness of her prepubescent snatch. 

	Now it was Charlie who groaned as he felt the eight year-old's slick pussy tube wrapping around his cock as he stroked inside. He worked his way down to the bottom of her passage every time, taking the full measure of the child's sex. Her smallness resisted and tantalized him as he tenderized her tiny cunt with his hardness.

	"Such a pretty little girl," he panted. So pretty. So little. And so little in there... Yeah, so hot...wet...little...gyaaahh."

	Collapsing on top of his underage sex partner, Charlie finished in a heavy gush of jism that filled Nell until she overflowed. She felt smothered beneath him and was glad when he lifted himself again.

	"I'm still hard," he wheezed. "You're  keeping me hard inside. I gotta have you again."

	The rutting returned with the man pounding his meat in the bubbling, oozing snatch of the eight year-old. With every thrust, they both moaned from the intense, squeezing friction between their interlocked bodies as they coupled.  The interior of the redhead's childish pussy was bulging from the adult member plumping it and eventually, Nell felt the pressure of more fluid being pumped into her immature organs. 

	Gasping, Charlie got to his knees and stuffed his well-satisfied organ back into his overalls. Nell lay lewdly before him with her dress bunched up high and her legs wide open. At their junction, his manly semen streamed from slightly reddened lips of the little girl's smooth cunny. Slapping the dime on the stool next to the penny, he staggered out of the barn.

	It took Nell a few minutes to get up. She felt all mushy on the inside but nothing felt broken. And she had done it - she had taken a real man's cock inside of her. Despite some soreness, her quim twitched at the memory. Then she picked up the coins. 

	A huge dick in her and eleven cents on top of that - what a bountiful harvest this was!

	Although Clara usually spent the day with her grandmother, there were times she spent a few hours with her father at the post office. A bright girl, she was quickly learning the alphabet as Sam taught her using the names and addresses on envelopes. Her most recent accomplishment was the mastering of her own name which she could now proudly write in her uneven, childish scrawl.

	Tonight, she was demonstrating her mastery of another recent lesson. While sitting naked on the bed, she was sucking on the end of her father's prick while her tiny hands worked up and down his hardened length. She was pleased that she could do more things to make her wonderful papa so happy.

	As always, Sam had to struggle to maintain control while Clara performed oral sex. Her hands and fingers might have been very small and soft, but they could grip his member just right as they massaged it. Although the girl could only suck on his glans as it alone made her little mouth quite full, she did so with all of the vacuum she could manage. As part of the sucking action, her warm wet tongue slid rapidly back and forth on the underside of the meat stuffed in her face. 

	Her efforts also produced a great amount of saliva and sometime it escaped by drooling from the corner of her mouth. It made her slurp quite loudly, which was poor manners at her grandmother's table but Papa never minded it when they were alone like this.

	A bead of clear liquid oozed from the tip of Sam's penis; the pre-cum signaling his imminent climax. Clara tried to pull harder with her mouth and massaged his prick more quickly with her hands. With a groan, the man ejaculated inside the four year-old's mouth.

	Clara swallowed quickly. While she loved her dear father very much, she didn't care for the taste of his semen and strove to get it out of her mouth and down her gullet as quickly as possible. But she was so pleased to have accomplished this pleasure for Sam.

	Clara knew her pleasure was just beginning. After Sam withdrew, he sat on the bed and pulled her into his lap. His penis was still partially stiff and the tot liked to wriggle her chubby little buns on it. A little later on, it would be completely hard again and she loved the feel of it as it nestled against her warm young rump. 

	Sam pulled a peppermint candy from a paper bag which Clara popped in her mouth. It quickly flushed the taste of the man's jism from her mouth and she enjoyed the sugary treat as it dissolved. With her father's seed sitting warmly in her tummy, Clara spread her legs widely so Sam's fingers could perform their magic on her bald little cunny. As he probed the cuddly little jewel between the tyke's legs, Sam was pleased to find that it had already moistened in anticipation of the fun.

	Although he was not by nature someone who got caught up in the holiday spirit, Silas was in a rather festive mood (for him) on Christmas Eve. In front of him on the bed, a naked Mary was on her hands and knees and making worried noises as he smeared lard between her buttocks. Silas was looking forward to opening his present.

	With the trembling girl ready, Silas stepped closer. Leaning forward, he ran his hand underneath her, feeling the roundness of her belly. She was showing well now; the pregnant swelling of her tummy grossly out of proportion with the rest of the preteen's slim figure. Sliding his hand up, Silas grabbed the eleven year-old's teats and squeezed them until Mary squawked. They had begun to grow more quickly in response to her pregnancy and they were very sensitive in this state.

	Despite her adult state, Mary's cunny was still without hair. Silas pawed it for a moment before pulling on her ass cheeks. She was at the point where it might be unsafe for vaginal intercourse considering her youth and size. But Silas had the alternative ready.

	Mary desperately wanted to beg him not to do it to her in that way but she had learned in her four and half months that any attempt, even pleading, to keep Silas from getting one he wanted from her youthful body would be answered with a beating. Elizabeth was huddled in the corner, her eyes huge with fear and Mary hoped she could be brave for her younger sister.

	Silas pulled Mary's hips to him with a violent jerk as he slammed his hips forward. The girl's plan to spare her sister from a horrible display ended as her anus was abruptly opened. Despite the lard, her orifice tore slightly as her virginity back there came to a brutal end. Elizabeth sobbed as Mary shrieked at her penetration.

	With his prick sinking into the youngster's hot and greasy bowels, Silas was in his element. Mary might have not known that she was born to be a whore, but he had proven it to her. Breaking young girls into becoming the slatterns they deserved to be was a reward for the righteous such as him.

	He roughly sodomized the bawling girl, forcing his bloated member through the tight ring of her asshole and reveling in the buttery cushioning of her stretched rectal tubing. Knowing he could take her with all of the force he wanted without risking the baby, he viciously raped the preteen's virgin ass. Mary's belly wobbled and her aching titlets throbbed as they were shaken.

	Shortly after the New Year, a woman sent by his sister would escort Mary on a train ride to Chicago. There, the girl would learn the true purpose of the "finishing school". There, the depravity forced upon Mary would continue with more sodomy in both her ass and her mouth. Plenty of well-heeled gentlemen of all ages enjoyed a sordid dalliance with young girls. The pregnant ones were quite exotic and when Mary's budding mammaries finally became engorged with milk, she would have men drinking from them, chewing her sensitive nipples while others crammed their hard-ons in her ass.

	Once she had whelped her bastard offspring, it would be sold for adoption by Silas' sister with the explanation to the couple that the infant was the result of a pre-marital slip in morals by a well-to-do lady and her gentleman. People paid well to get a child they believed of good bloodlines, particularly wealthy ones who could have no children of their own. Silas had over twenty of his offspring residing in the upper classes of Chicago, St. Louis, and other large cities of the Midwest.

	Then, of course, Mary would have all of her holes open for use. And she would be trained in the exotic arts of how to pleasure her madam's customers who came for the illicit delights of young flesh. She would still be a whore, but through Silas' "charity", she would not be relegated to the ranks of street-walkers.

	With hard contractions in his scrotum, Silas sent his copious volume of jism coursing through his hard cock and racing into the eleven year-old's aching rectum. Mary made a wet choking sound as her prepubescent ass was soiled with the thick slime. After the last spurt was sent into the child, Silas wrenched his penis from her. 

	Mary fell over on her side, her hands clutching her swollen belly. Even if she had been raped into her pregnancy, she possessed the natural instinct to protect her unborn child. Her anus leaked semen laced with red from her wounds.

	Looking at the shuddering girl, Silas knew she wouldn't be of use for a good hour or so. With a flick of his finger, he signaled Elizabeth to prepare his dinner. As moving about became more difficult for Mary, the younger girl had taken on more of the household chores. Once Mary was gone, it would all fall to Elizabeth who was already quite competent when it came to cooking and cleaning. 

	Of course, there would be other tasks to be done in bed. She had witnessed a few but Silas looked forward to training her personally in the coming weeks. Perhaps he would begin with her while Mary was here so the older girl could see her sister's initiation into the whoring life. 

	Enos smiled politely and nodded as his brother-in-law droned on about his endless string of successes. The man was a long-winded braggart but he was married to Evelyn's sister so Enos behaved to maintain the family peace. Evelyn's sister, her husband, and two boys were visiting for Christmas.

	Elsewhere, Hi and Will had managed to make themselves scarce, leaving Seb with his cousins - George, who was fifteen, and James, who was Seb's age. The two boys carried on their father's tradition of self-aggrandizement and were currently regaling Seb with the salacious tales of what they had done with a seventeen year-old Irish girl who was currently employed in their household as a maid. 

	"For a dime," she showed us her tits!" James said, his eyes alight with the memory of the freckled mounds topped with cherry-colored nipples.

	"But the best was seeing her cunt," George slyly remarked. "It only cost us a quarter."

	"Her hair is red down there, too," James snickered.

	"Do you get to touch her?" Seb casually asked, shocking his cousins.

	"No!" George gasped. "She said she's not that kind of girl."

	"Pity," Seb replied.

	George and James looked at him in astonishment. What had earned them the awe of their friends back home barely registered with their cousin. 

	"Excuse me," Seb said. "I'll be right back."

	George and James stared at each other, wondering what kind of boy their age wouldn't be interested in hearing about a girl who flashed them her goods. They had no idea how quickly their clever cousin's mind was working.

	"Nell," Seb said. "How would you like to spend more time with George and James?"

	"Oh, sure," she said, rolling her eyes. "I'm sure they'll tell me about having tea with the crowned heads of Europe."

	Seb told her about what they had with the maid. 

	"So?" Nell retorted. "We do more than that. I can hardly wait until they all leave so we can do it again."

	"Why wait?"

	"You want them to watch?"

	"No, Silly. If they're spending a quarter to get a five-second look at a girl, imagine what they'll pay to actually fuck one."

	"A dollar?" Nell wondered.

	Seb thought about it and nodded. His cousins always made a show of flashing their pocket change. They could afford it.

	"A dollar," he agreed. "For both of them, I guess. If we keep the price cheap, they'll want to buy more later and we'll make more money overall. I get half as your business agent."

	"What's that?"

	"It's someone who helps you meet people in business and sells stuff. I read about it."

	Nell nodded solemnly. Seb read a lot and was wiser than Hi in many ways.

	"And you get the other half," Seb went on. "And you get to do what you love doing."

	Nell's eyes twinkled a she grinned.

	George and James were incredulous as Seb led them to Nell's room. They were going to get laid for a dollar! They didn't recall any servants here but maybe their Uncle Enos had a great year, too. But when they entered the room, they were surprised and disappointed to see a naked little girl sprawled and ready on her bed.

	"Balderdash!" George spat. "She's just a kid. I'd do better with my hand."

	"Does your hand look this good?" Nell cooed.

	The boys stared as she spread her smooth cunny lips with her fingers, showing the mysterious pinkness that glittered with moistness.

	George and James tried to speak but could only stare until Seb nudged them and held out his hand. The clink of silver sounded in the room and then George was standing by the bed with his trousers down.

	"Have you ever seen one this big?" he boastfully asked as he held his erection.

	Nell mentally measured it. It was about the size of Hi's tool and Hi was a year younger. Some of the boys back in Hell's Kitchen had been bigger. And Charlie from the harvest had been much larger. Still, something told Nell that this was important to the boy.

	"Oh, I don't think they could ever get that big," she said slowly, making sure her eyes widened as she gazed at George's rather average penis.

	Seb suppressed a snort at his sister's guile and then had to look away to keep from laughing as George clumsily tried to get on top of the little girl and into position. Eventually he did with the help of Nell's hand as she guided his throbbing member to the cleft in her hairless quim.

	George jabbed at the small hole, making Nell wince once before the correct angle was achieved and the teen's hardness slid into her. George was thunderstruck as he encountered the wet satin of a girl's sex for the first time. The child's cunt grasped his desperately moving member as he tried to fuck her with the speed of a jackrabbit.

	"Ungh!" she gasped. "Slow down."

	"No, this is how you fuck," the fifteen year-old virgin stated.

	"I..." Nell paused as she needed to try a different tack. George's coitus with mildly titillating, but he lacked the style and techniques that she hand her more patient brothers had developed together. "I just want to enjoy it longer if you take your time."

	"Yeah," George acknowledged as he slowed. "You won't get a better fuck than from me."

	"You're so good inside me," the little girl purred, discovering how sweet lies might please and entice her partners.

	George didn't speak anymore as he pounded his teenage cock inside the eight year-old's slick, snug pussy. He finished in a rush of hot seed, proud to let the little girl know who was boss.

	When his brother was out of the way, James gaped at Nell's bald snatch, seeing everything that the maid's hair had obscured. Swallowing hard, he lowered his pants and crawled into the waiting arms and open legs of his little cousin.

	Exhausted and exhilarated, George and James staggered from Nell's room less than an hour later. Nell handled the two quarters - her split with Seb - thoughtfully. 

	"Do you think they'll pay to do it again?" she asked.

	"Yes. Maybe not tonight, but they'll be here all day tomorrow. And then..."

	"What?"

	Seb looked at her in a way she knew - the "gears in his head" (a term Will used) were churning.

	"I know other boys," he explained. "Boys around here that would want to do it with you. Of course, they'd have to pay less than a dollar because they can't afford that much. Would you want to do that?"

	"Will you be my business agent?"

	"Sure."

	Nell mulled over the dual richness of having coins clinking together and hard pricks in her cunny. She looked at Seb and nodded.

	"I will, but on one condition."

	"Name it."

	"If those other boys are like George and James, they won't be very good at it and I want to cum. George and James didn't make me cum and they came three times each. So when the boys are done. You have to make me cum."

	Seb grinned.

	"I guess I'll get started now."

	Nell cooed and wriggled in anticipation. Mounting his little sister, the thirteen year-old drove his cock into hairless folds of her pussy. He stroked in such a way that she liked, feeling her prepubescent twat become heated and drooling as they worked their way to mutual satisfaction. By the time Nell was quivering with her orgasm, Seb started pumping his sperm into her eager body.

	Clara was a Christmas princess and she was flying. That was how she felt, anyway, as she rode on Sam's shoulder as he strode through downtown on their way back to his house. Her belly was full and she was warmly dressed against the winter air that blew the lightly falling snow about. It was quiet and peaceful as the girl's attention was split between the wreaths and decorations and the dancing snowflakes.

	Sam had said that one day, Christmas decorations would blaze with Mr. Edison's Alternating Current Electricity running through them. He had four outlets in his house that provided this magic of electrons and Clara often stared with mesmerized awe at the glass bulb in the one lamp Sam used.

	Extending her tongue, Clara caught a flake and giggled. Back at the boarding house, the aromas of Betty's fleet of pies had tantalized the tot's nose and she looked forward to sampling each and every one tomorrow on Christmas Day.

	"I'll have enough pies to sink a boat," Betty had proclaimed.

	"Ship, Grandmother," Clara had called out from Sam's bouncing knee.

	When they arrived, Sam held Clara while she turned on the electric light. But soon there were other interests for the girl - especially once she was sitting on the bed, completely in the nude. Putting his hands around her torso, Sam picked her up until they were nose to nose. Clara squirmed happily with her father's strong hands wrapped warmly around her, making her feel secure and loved.

	"Would you like your Christmas surprise a little early?" Sam asked.

	"Oh yes!"

	When Sam laid her on the bed, Clara opened her legs for his hand. But to her surprise, he leaned in and kissed her between her thighs. Clara cooed at this new touch but Sam never moved after the kiss. 

	"Ooohhh!" Clara softly whispered as the man's lips and tongue caressed her tiny cuntlet.

	Employing the lessons he had learned in certain places in the Orient, Sam slowly introduced his daughter to the delights of oral sex when performed on her. The preschooler's hairless pussy was soft and tender as he sucked the entire mound into his mouth. He nibbled on her quim, making her squirm again - this time with growing arousal.

	Pressing with his tongue, he slid the tip between her pudgy labia and tasted the first pressing of tonight's juice. Clara's tiny twat was an exotic fruit getting squeezed and tapped by the man's lips and tongue. Writhing more intensely, she found herself suddenly held fast by those wonderful hands that clamped on her sides. 

	Sam's thumbs rubbed her chest, inducing a reaction in the child's barely formed nipples that made them stiffen. Lowering his hands, he captured the rubbery globes of her ass, kneading her little rump while he tongued her clit and inner labia more fiercely.

	Whining with need, Clara hooked her legs around Sam's neck, crossing her ankles at the nape. Her tiny toes flexed as her bald cunny was devoured. Like Mr. Edison's electricity coursing through the filament in the bulb, the four year-old's sex hummed and burned with increasing power. 

	She was getting close. Keeping her legs around him, she brought her arms up and hugged his head. Frantically, the tyke hunched her cuddly little body against him, driving the orgasmic swirling to its peak.

	"Oh, Papa!" she sighed as she gave Sam a squirting present of little girl nectar.


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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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