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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, November 30, 2015

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: payingup.txt
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story_codes: MM/g(9), non-cons, semi-cons

story_intro: Morgan and her friends just love their exhibitionist shows on the internet and teasing their fans and donors. Believing they are safely anonymous, they get fairly bold. But when two determined fans track them down, it is Morgan's little sister who must settle her sister's debt.


story_language: English




Paying Up

Written by madvlad


	Across the Internet, many eyes were on the video chat being recorded on a very private server. The female participant was very underage and only through months of careful monitoring for any trap was she and her two pals given access to this site's service.

	The girls had been doing this for a year and were now all of twelve years old. But they had a wild streak and found it very titillating to show off their prepubescent bodies to the devoted fan base of men (and more than a few women). It had begun as brief flashes of barely swelling titties, a round ass, and the hairless cunts. They took turns broadcasting from their houses when one of the girls had some guaranteed privacy. As of late, brown-haired Mackenzie had begun to sport a little down on her mons while the blondes Autumn and Morgan remained bare down there. Of the three, Autumn's breasts were the largest, although they were each a little smaller than a tennis ball.

	"And a shout out to the BansheeBoyz for giving us access to that certain site," Autumn crooned, referring to the password they had been given to a jailbait porn site by two men using the handle she had mentioned. "Just thinking about it makes my nipples hard."

	The webcam panned to the twelve year-old's small tits as she fondled them. Her pink nips were indeed rather stiff.

	"And of course, our thanks are always guaranteed," Mackenzie purred as she spread her vulva open to the camera. 

	"If we ever meet, of course," Morgan added as she licked her finger before rubbing it on her hairless snatch.

	The three girls giggled and then the feed stopped.

	"We'll meet," Jim said as Roger nodded.

	Together, they were the two known as the BansheeBoyz. Ever since these three girls had made it to the exclusive web site, the two friends had been working on finding their location. They knew the girls rotated among their houses. But various clues such as printing on t-shirts, items in the background, and even glimpses out of a window behind the girls enabled the men to slowly home in on them.

	"Confirmed," Roger said as he reviewed some stills from the last chat. "They were from Morgan's house."

	Morgan had provided some other information on previous occasions, including the fact that she had two younger sisters. Jim and Roger remembered a chat they had one with her a week ago. 

	"My youngest sister is only six," Morgan had said. "Would you like to have a tight, six year-old pussy to sink your dick into?"

	"HELL YES!!!!!!" was the response.

	"Too bad," Morgan teased. "Because she doesn't know what to do with it yet - at least not the fun stuff. My other sister is nine and she might be a fun fuck, but she's too much of a wimp. She'd probably be too scared to try anything - you should have seen her once when she walked in on us."

	Jim and Roger did remember an incident about a month before that when a door to Morgan's bedroom had opened while the trio were shaking their bare asses in front of the camera. They had briefly seen a smaller figure with long blonde hair and then heard a high-pitched voice in the background. They couldn't make out the words, but when Mackenzie had approached the girl with outstretched arms as she lewdly swayed her hips, there had been an indignant squeal and a slam of the door. The three girls had laughed.

	"That was my loser sister," Morgan had sighed. "Sorry about that."

	"Hey, maybe we'll meet the sister - or both sisters," Roger laughed. "Maybe we'll get a bonus."

	"Maybe," Jim replied. "But Morgan is definitely the catch."

	"Morgan, do you have to use the bathroom?" Lizzie asked.

	"No, Elizabeth," Morgan replied in a prissy voice, using her sister's full name as she often did when she thought her sister was being a real wimp. "So don't worry, I won't barge in on you and see you with your pants down. Not that there's anything to look at."

	"It's just that you don't respect my privacy," Lizzie whined. 

	Morgan rolled her eyes. Lizzie was flat as a board - although Morgan hadn't had anything more than slightly puffy nipples when she and Mackenzie and Autumn had begun their online adventures. But Lizzie would probably panic if she had so much as a mosquito bite on her chest to make it bigger. Her butt wasn't too bad for a little kid but Lizzie would faint before she would show that or her cunny. Guys sure liked it when they were hairless or even had some pubes growing in. Mackenzie had said they could wax before they got too hairy - her older sister was in college and knew how to do that.

	Not that Lizzie was all that bad of a younger sister. Morgan had other friends whose younger siblings were incredible pests. Lizzie was very quiet and blushed ferociously whenever Morgan talked about sex and explained sexual innuendos to her. It was fun but Morgan just wished she wasn't so much of a dork.

	And Savannah was just a sweet cutie who looked up to both of her sisters. But the little girl's primary fascination was with princesses, not showing off on the internet. She had a small wardrobe of different princess-type costumes that she loved to dress up in after school or on weekends. 

	While Morgan and Lizzie were staring at each other in exasperation, Savannah came bounding up the stairs waving a brightly colored package.

	"Look!" she cried. "Mommy bought me new panties! They have Beauty and the Beast on them!"

	"Cool!" Morgan replied. "How many have the Beast on them?"

	"Um," Savannah said as she sorted through her new undies. "These have just Belle on two and Mrs. Potts and Chip on one."

	"Too bad," Morgan said. "I'd love to have a beast right between my legs."

	"Morgan!" Lizzie said, aghast. 

	"You don't like my panties?" Savannah asked in a sad voice.

	"Nah, I think they're really cute, just like you," Morgan said and kissed Savannah on the mouth, lingering for a second. 

	Savannah giggled and scampered off while Lizzie retreated to the bathroom. Later, Savannah insisted on modeling her new panties in front of her sisters. Lizzie tried to gently tell her that she shouldn't run around in only her underwear. Savannah started to acknowledge that and was about to go back to her room before Morgan interrupted with claps and wolf-whistles, asking for more. Eager to please, Savannah paraded around for another minute, wriggling her rump on Morgan's commands and delighted that her bigger sister liked her pretty panties after all.

	Lizzie didn't know the two grown men on the front porch when she answered the door the next afternoon. But she got an odd feeling in her gut when they asked if Morgan was home. She knew her sister posed and did dirty things on the internet and suspected these men had something to do with that. But Lizzie had never had the heart to tell on her sister.

	"I'm Jim and this is Roger," one of them said. "So is this Morgan and Autumn's or Mackenzie's house?"

	Now Lizzie knew these men were up to something. But Morgan and her friends were on a field trip and wouldn't be back until after supper. She told the men this but they didn't seem ready to leave.

	"The thing is," Roger explained. "Morgan owes us a favor - a big one. And we came all this way to collect. If you're her sister, you'll have to do. It's time to pay up."

	Panicked, Lizzie was about to shut the door when Savannah came up behind her, wearing only a pair of her new panties.

	"Lizzie, do you know where my Belle skirt is? I looked in...oh, hi."

	Savannah peered innocently at the two men in the door and Jim took advantage to slide his foot inside so it couldn't be shut.

	"And what's your name, little girl?" Jim asked.

	"Savannah," the tot replied sweetly.

	"Savannah, it's nice to meet you. Now, we need some help and Morgan isn't here to give us what she promised. Don't you think Lizzie should be nice and take care of it?"

	"Yes, because that's polite," the child recited.

	Jim turned to Lizzie and spoke in a low voice.

	"So either you give us what we want, or Savannah does. It's up to you."

	Lizzie felt her guts twisting. She wasn't sure what she would have to do, but it probably meant she'd have to take some of her clothes off. But despite her fear, she wanted nothing to happen to Savannah and would do whatever it took to protect her - even if that meant she might have to pull her panties down for a moment.

	"Okay, I'll do it," she said in a whisper before she turned to her sister. "Savannah, I'm going to help these men in my room and I'll shut the door."

	"That means privacy," Savannah said, proud that she remembered that rule. 

	"And don't tell your mommy and daddy we were here because Morgan might be in trouble because she wasn't here," Roger added.

	"Okay," Savannah agreed readily.

	She knew that Morgan and her friends did things that she wasn't supposed to tell about, so this was nothing new. So she skipped off to find her costume while Lizzie walked heavily as the two men followed her to her room.

	To Lizzie's chagrin, Roger produced a video camera.

	"Take off your shoes and socks," he said.

	Bare feet were no big deal, but Lizzie still felt exposed as she did so.

	"Now your shirt."

	Lizzie pulled it halfway up, stopping at the top of her stomach.

	"Is this okay?" she asked.

	"Oh no, all the way off."

	Lizzie turned beet red as she stripped her shirt off. While Roger continued recording, Jim took over the instructions. Roger preferred it that way because Jim...well, Jim had a way with such things, interspersing commentary with his orders to make the objects of their amusement and desire bend to their wishes.

	"Turn around," Jim said in a gentle voice. "No slowly, slowly. That's good. Show us your bust."

	Lizzie sniffled as she slowly rotated before the camera. Her lean belly and chest where flat and smooth, with no clear delineation between the areas save for some basic musculature. Even her nipples showed no topography, remaining tightly pulled against her completely undeveloped breasts. 

	"Are you wearing panties?" Jim asked.

	Lizzie quickly nodded.

	"Good, then just remove your shorts."

	"Do I have to?"

	"I'm afraid you must, that's part of the deal. Or if you choose to default on this, we can find our lovely Savannah. After all, she was already further along, wasn't she? Perhaps she's the brave one. Now which is her bedroom?"

	Her mouth trembling, Lizzie pushed her shorts down, stepping out of them. Only a pair of plain white cotton panties adorned her slim, curveless body. Like the rest of her, her legs were thin. Her thighs held a slight arc outward in the center from her young muscles before narrowing every slow slightly at the top before smoothly disappearing between the leg bands of her slightly loose panties. There was no hint of anything in the crotch, but the thin cloth in the back pooched out with what promised to be a tight, enticing ass.

	"You know, Lizzie, Morgan posted a picture of her when she was your age. Of course, she was still such a child, but even then, she had a slight lushness to her, in her torso, in the feminine shape of her legs. But you look like nothing but a boy. Are you a boy, Lizzie?"

	"No, of course not!" Lizzie shot back, her nerves overcoming her humiliation, if only for a moment.

	It was what Jim wanted - small bursts like this.

	"Really," he continued. "I should wonder. Did your parents want a boy and you were best they could do? Or perhaps they wanted all girls so you were just going to have to play the part. Yes, I believe that's the case. I mean, let's examine the evidence, shall we?

	First there's Morgan. Now, we know she's getting tits because she displays them quite well on the internet. It has been a pleasure to watch them grow. Does she let you play with them, letting you feel what you'll never have? Oh, and we've had such lewd exhibitions of her pussy. Despite all of her show, she still has her hymen - bless the high quality of video nowadays. Roger and I looked to relieve her of that, but you know the rest as here we are, just the three of us.

	Now let's skip you a moment and consider Savannah. Our little princess, right?  And you can tell, she has that certain quality about her - quite the little girl. She had her panties pulled tight, did you notice? Does she like to show off her camel toe? Does she tempt you to want a taste? Maybe just a lick, but no, only at first. Then you want more and more, gnashing at her, raping her with your mouth while she begs for more.

	Then we have you. Well, what's there to say? From the waist up, you look like a boy. Legs could be either way. Nothing showing in the front of your underpants. I call them that because panties should be sexy like Morgan's or cute like Savannah's. Not drab, droopy things like yours. Now your ass shows some promise, even under that rag. It shouldn't take you long to troll on the net to find some boy lover to break into that.

	So that's it, then, You're just a boy."

	"Stop it!" Lizzie shouted with tears pouring. "I'm not a boy! I'm not!"

	"Oh yes, you are. That's why you keep your underpants on. You're afraid to show the world your penis."

	"NOOO!" Lizzie screamed, jerking down her last bit of clothing.

	The nine year-old's cunny was bald and modest, a thin line showing where her small labia were pressed together.

	"Well, well," Jim chuckled. "You do have the parts, after all. But do you know how to use them?"

	"W-what?" Lizzie stammered. "I....no..."

	She reached down to pull her panties up, but Jim was on her too quickly. He pushed her onto her bed, grabbing the panties and pulling them up. Lizzie's feet rose and she tried to kick but the man pulled her underwear free. Behind Jim, Roger captured it all. 

	"Let's show everyone what a girl you can be, Lizzie," Jim said as he pulled a tube of gel from his pocket. 

	Her earlier rage spent, Lizzie could only weep as Roger filmed her nakedness while Jim smeared some gel on her vulva. To her horror, she saw him pull his pants down, releasing a jutting erection.

	"Do you know what I'm going to do with this?" he asked.

	Mouth gaping, Lizzie shook her head.

	"I'm going to publicly correct my earlier accusation and show the world that you're really a girl."

	"Ewww," Lizzie grunted with a grimace as Jim brought his glans to bear against her girlish slit. 

	Jim took her by the legs, holding her under her knees as he pushed her thighs against her body. Lizzie felt even more exposed, but could not move in this position with Jim leaning on her. The flesh pushing at her mound made her labia bulge and pop apart to let the head slip between them. 
With no further ceremony, Jim shoved forward, punching through the girl's cherry. While Lizzie screamed, Jim kept working his prick into her, forcing her snug, virgin canal to enlarge until his head was touching her cervix. 

	With the nine year-old's cunt completely plundered, Jim hunched in and out. Roger's camera caught the action of his thick pole ravaging the little girl's bleeding pussy. Her hairless cunt mound was pulled sluttishly open, massaging the tool of its violation. 

	But Jim began adjusting his weight, thrusting into her with a rolling action, lifting himself so his cock was grinding at the top of her entrance and he noted how her breathing was changing. Despite the intrusion into her unready sex, she was starting to become aroused.

	Lizzie's pussy was becoming quite slippery around the hard cock raping her. The thin redness of her broken virginity stained both of them where they were coupled but the fluids were becoming clearer as the minutes passed.

	"Part of this feels good, doesn't it?" Jim asked. "You finally feel like a girl should, don't you?"

	Instead of answering, Lizzie kept her eyes shut, squeezing more tears onto her cheeks. 

	"Now tell me the truth, Lizzie. Or perhaps Princess Savannah will tell us the truth if we pop her cherry open, eh?"

	"It...it does," Lizzie confessed as the hardness continued to pummel her grade school snatch. "It hurts, but it feels..."

	"Yes, I'm sure it does," Jim agreed, ramming into her sweet tightness over and over.

	When he came, it was huge. His jets of sperm soaked the nine year-old's uterus until it was full. Then the rest of it squirted from the child's deflowered cunny. Lizzie shuddered as she felt the heated violation inside of her. It wasn't until Jim showed her his prick, dripping with red and white fluids, that she understood what had happened.

	"Is...is that what a man makes babies with?" the girl asked in a trembling voice.

	"Yes, but you're too young to get pregnant."

	"But why did you do this?" she sobbed.

	"Think of it as an early education," Jim answered. "And we've at last resolved any potential gender identity issues you might have had."

	Lizzie didn't understand what that last part meant, but she understood what was next when Roger handed the video camera to Jim before he unbuckled his belt. Again, the nine year-old was ridden with a man's cock using her like a woman. Another hearty insemination left the girl exhausted, sore, and dripping in the former security of her bed.

	"You were feeling good again, weren't you?" Jim asked.

	"Y-yes."

	"Then here's a reward."

	Lizzie watched him pull something from his jacket. It was cylindrical and buzzed when he twisted the base. Then the girl learned what a vibrator was for. Its surface was slightly wavy and a small knob neat the wider end would vibrate against her clit just as the thing had been inserted deeply enough to where it was becoming a little painful. 

	Jim worked it in and out; twisting it and making the ex-virgin's underage pussy produce some sloppy noises. Lizzie's groans accompanied it and she began moving her body to the pounding she was taking. With one surprised squawk, she came. Her hands suddenly clutched at the toy, making it stay in place as she shuddered. 

	When Jim removed it, the girl remained in place with her legs open wide and her reddened snatch oozing juices. When Jim crammed his cock into her again, she gave a long groan, but never protested as she was used again. By the time he had cum and then Roger spent himself in her again, she could do little more than rub the bald, cum drenched entrance of her now experienced nine year-old cunt. 

	It was late when Morgan logged onto the site. She couldn't believe the title, "Morgan's Little Sister", thinking it had to be something else. But then where was Lizzie, stripping for the camera and crying. Her cries got louder as she lost her virginity. It was then that Morgan realized her hand was busy inside her panties. She sat frozen with guilt but as the video kept playing, her fingers resumed their action. Twice more, she tried to stop, but could not deny how turned on she was getting, especially when Lizzie admitted that some of it felt good.

	Abandoning all restraint, Morgan furiously frigged herself, acutely aware of the membrane she still had while Lizzie - little wimpy Lizzie - was now getting fucked for the second time on the screen. She envied her little sister as she watched her writhing and cumming on the vibrator. Then she took two more loads in her cunt after that.

	At the end of the video, a message scrolled. 

	"Thanks, Morgan. You're paid up."

	"Lizzie?"

	Lizzie had heard her bedroom door open and could see the silhouette of her sister as she came into the room. Her mattress shifted as Morgan sat down. In a rare display, Morgan sounded remorseful.

	"Lizzie, I saw what they did to you. It's on this website and I...I don't know what to do."

	"They came to see you," Lizzie replied with no venom in her voice. "You weren't here and I didn't want them doing anything to Savannah so I let them...do that stuff to me."

	Lizzie was surprised when Morgan hugged her. It was too dark to see what was happening, but Morgan was shaking and after a couple of minutes Lizzie understood that she was crying.

	"I never thought they'd come here or even figure out where we were," Morgan wept.

	"It's okay," Lizzie said. "Savannah was in the basement so she never heard anything after they...after it all started. And they kept their promise and left her alone. I'm okay, too."

	"Really?"

	"Yeah. I don't want to tell Mom and Dad because then they'd see that video of me."

	"I guess you're not such a dork after all, huh?" Morgan said, still sniffling as she tried to grin.

	"Nope," Lizzie replied with a yawn.

	Morgan paused a moment and then spoke again.

	"I have to tell you something else," she said, the familiar impish tone returning to her voice.

	"What?"

	"You look pretty hot on screen. You made me cum."

	Lizzie sighed in the darkness.

	"Okay. But can I go to sleep now? Please?"

	"Sure," Morgan said affably. "I'm going to do that too - after I watch your video again."

	Lizzie saw her door close and click shut. She waited a moment and then moved her hands under the cover. The vibrator Jim had left for her buzzed to life and the nine year-old closed her eyes as she eased it between her legs again.


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