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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Monday, June 23, 2014

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: playmate.txt
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story_codes: M/g(8), nc, semi-cons

story_intro: When little Krista is saved from the clutches of a gang of kidnappers intent on violating her in very way possible, her relief is short-lived when she must deal with the curiosity and advances of her mentally retarded rescuer.

story_language: English




Playmate

Written by madvlad


	"What the fuck?" Carl joked as they pulled into the farm store's gravel parking lot. "It's early March - watermelons aren't in season."

	The farm stand was actually a 1,200 square foot building that would be stocked with fresh produce, cheeses, meats, jams, and other such products in the summer and fall. Jack, who was driving, steered around to the back of the building where Carl saw the door had been jimmied open.

	"We found us a good one," Thad promised. "Eight years old, looks like the typical little girl next door."

	"Yeah the kind of neighbor you lure into the basement for a long weekend of fun," Jack added.

	"But if the little cunt thinks it's fun, that ruins it," Carl noted as he held up a glossy magazine. "I just got this - the girl's the same age; a real cutie. She takes it every way and she's grinning the whole time."

	"Ours won't," Thad promised. "Our cunts never do."

	Among other business ventures, the trio roamed the country and occasionally snatched a little girl. They showed their victims no kindness, raping them instead for as long as a week until the child was broken and ready for sale to a private buyer via an intermediary they used. Whether the kid's new owner treated her like a princess or chained her in a dungeon was none of their business.

	Jack led the way inside with Carl behind him and with Thad bringing up the rear as he thumbed through Carl's porn mag. Carl found the small girl bound hand and foot and gagged as she lay on the dusty floor next to an empty display table. Her shoulder length hair was brunette, perhaps a shade or two lighter than the huge, tear-filled eyes that looked at him beseechingly. Her silent pleas were in vain as Carl smirked down at her.

	"Does the cunt have a name?" he asked.

	"Krista," Jack answered.

	Carl squatted in front of the girl, extracting a folding knife from his jacket. His eyes greedily roamed over her small figure clad in a red skirt, white blouse, and a pink sweater. Her legs were encased in a pair of pink tights that matched her sweater and Carl thought it would be a good place to start.

	First he sliced through the rope holding her ankles together. Krista was too frightened to move, which Carl took as a good sign. It was always easiest when they were scared into complying.

	"Krista, did my friends here tell you what was going to happen to you?" he asked.

	Krista nodded and tried to speak through her gag. Her words were unintelligible, but the fear in her tone made Carl's prick harden.

	"We also showed her some video footage of the last girl we had," Jack added. "Remember when we recorded the day she spent tied to the chain link fence?"

	Carl nodded, displaying a sadistic grin as the images came to mind. It had been the fifth day of the kid's captivity and she was already broken, but Jack had come up with the idea of tying her to a chain link fence in a certain neighborhood where one of the gangs could have her for the day. The nice thing about a chain link fence was that the kid could get fucked through the fence which was where her ass had been facing that day. That allowed two guys to use her at once from in front and behind while leaving her mouth free for screaming. By nightfall, the nine year-old had actually been relieved to see her three abductors return after the abuse she had suffered all day.

	"There you go," Carl said to Krista. "Now you've had a preview for your new career. We'll do your first round of indoctrination here before we drive through a few states to deliver you. But don't worry; you'll get plenty of cock the whole way through."

	Carl kept grinning as she sobbed. After removing her sneakers, he slid the knife along one leg, teasing the pink fabric with the point and creating a few slits. When he reached the hem of her skirt, he flipped it up, exposing the child's crotch with the pink material stretched over her white panties. With small movements, Carl carefully cut away the tights from around Krista's waist. 

	With her panties uncovered, Carl could see the picture of a smiling fairy on the front of the white cotton. It was co cute and innocent, just like the kiddy cunt it was covering. Nothing would remain innocent for much longer, though. Continuing on, Carl cut away the tights from each leg, noting the girl's smooth, pale skin as it was exposed. He pressed the knife against a bare spot on her inner thigh, making the flesh indent but stopping short of drawing blood. Krista whimpered helplessly.

	When Krista's tights had been reduced to shreds on the floor, Carl brought the knife up to the girl's cheek. As he had done with her leg, he pressed the blade against her face, his eyes boring into hers as she spoke.

	"We're going to make you hurt and bleed, little cunt. If you cooperate, we'll only do it with our dicks. If you don't, well..."

	Cark tapped the side of the blade with one finger to finish the message.

	"You're a bad man."

	Carl was startled for a split second before realizing that it wasn't Krista who had spoken. She was gagged, of course, and the voice was much deeper. He whirled around as Thad and Jack did the same. Shuffling through the doorway of the building was a huge man in faded bib overalls and a smudged gray sweatshirt. 

	"You're bad men to hurt a little girl," the giant spoke again.

	His speech was slow and slightly mushy and he blinked repeatedly as if trying to make sense of what he was seeing. Carl and his henchmen quickly figured out that the man was mentally retarded; reminding them of the main character that Billy Bob Thornton had once played in a movie.

	"Hey, we're just having a little fun," Carl said easily. "Why don't you stick around, Slingblade, and we'll let you grab a piece of her."

	The man blinked and shifted his lower jaw from side to side, trying to determine what he had been offered. Finally, he shook his head.

	"You're bad men. Gary won't let you hurt little girl."

	"Fuck this," Carl muttered and leaped at the man, swinging his knife. 

	Gary clumsily swiped at Carl's hand, missing and hitting his forearm. A loud crack ensued and Carl howled as the knife fell from his limp fingers and he reached for his now unnaturally bent forearm. Jack and Thad charged Gary together. Bellowing in frightened rage, Gary threw Jack out through the door, unmindful of Thad's blows until he reached for him and tossed him after his partner. Then Gary grabbed Carl and dragged him out through the door.

	Krista sat in mute horror, listening to the men's yells. The yells turned to screams, followed by the sickening crunch of bones. Then it was quiet.

	Gary shuffled in, his face red as he wrung his hands. He stopped and looked at Krista for a moment.

	"Gary has to throw bad men away. Gary broke them."

	Krista swallowed hard as the huge man knelt down and reached for her.

	"Gary won't hurt little girl."

	Gary fumbled with Krista's gag, growing frustrated.

	"Gary can't go good with knots," he explained as he reached for Carl's discarded knife.

	Very carefully and very slowly, Gary sawed at the gag until it fell from Krista's face. Then he cut through the rope around her wrists with the same motion. Now free, Krista burst into fresh tears. Gary's face reddened and he clapped his hands over his ears.

	"Don't cry, little girl. Gary won't hurt little girl. Be happy. Please. Then Gary be happy."

	When Krista couldn't stop, Gary frantically looked around. In the summer, there were homemade rag dolls on one of the tables that another farmer's wife and daughters sewed. That might have cheered her up, but there was nothing in here during the off-season. Then he spied the magazine that Thad had dropped. The images were fascinating - nothing he had ever seen or imagined before. And then he knew what to do.

	"Look!" he cried, showing Krista the first page. "This little girl happy. She don't got no clothes. And then she...oh...she very happy doing this."

	Krista looked at a series of pictures that showed a girl about her age grinning as she licked - oh my - she licked a man's penis. It was all hard. The only penis she had ever seen was her baby cousin's and it looked nothing like this.

	"You do," Gary said as he pointed to the magazine. "You do to Gary and you be a happy little girl."

	Gary unzipped his fly and produced an erection that looked every bit as big as the one in the magazine. Krista gulped and looked up at her rescuer.

	"I wanna go home," she said.

	Gary set his jaw and blinked rapidly. Not sure of how he would react, Krista was about to step back when he replied.

	"Gary walk here. Gary no drive. But John come and he drive. John is real smart."

	"Who's John?"

	"John is Gary's brother. He real smart and drive little girl and she go home. Gary make little girl happy. Here."

	Krista guessed that this John would be coming here and hoped it was soon. But in the mean time, Gary was holding his dick and pointing it at her face. When she had been taken here, Thad had jammed a finger, then two more, in her mouth and told her how she was going to have to suck them all off.  Gary certainly had no menace in his voice or manner, but she had seen what he could do when provoked. It seemed like he had the mind of a little kid and she didn't want to risk him having a tantrum.

	She stepped forward and leaned in, opening her mouth. When the bulbous head made contact with her lips she closed her eyes. The gland slipped into her mouth and she closed her lips around the shaft. Thad had pushed his fingers in and out harshly, making Krista cry as she was forced to learn how to give oral sex. But Gary was content to remain still.

	Krista rocked her head back and forth, sliding her pressed lips along Gary's meat while her tongue dabbed at him. Gary sighed loudly and patted the top of her head with a massive hand. Krista guessed she was doing something right as her inexpert movements drew more pleased grunts from the man.

	Gary had learned to play with himself a long time ago. After a few years of frequent reminders, he learned he could only do that in private. But his hand was nothing compared to the wet little mouth slipping along his cock and caressing him. As Krista had to breathe through her nose, Gary delighted in the little puffs of breath that would escape her flared nostrils and tickled his prick. He moaned loudly and erupted in Krista's mouth.

	As Krista coughed and sputtered, trying to get the unwelcome surprise from her mouth, Gary went looking through the magazine again. He clapped his hand over his mouth and quivered. Krista realized he was laughing.

	"Ooohh!" Gary wheezed once he had partially recovered. "Gary's turn. I do little girl."

	Krista saw the photos as Gary held up the magazine. The little girl in the pictures was smiling as she lay on her back, holding her legs out of the way. A man was using his mouth on her and in later pictures, the girl's eyes were closed and her tongue was poking out of her mouth as she was lost in apparent rapture.

	"Little girl no clothes," Gary said as carefully pulled Krista's sweater from her.

	Krista thought she'd faint at the idea of being naked in front of a man. Even at the doctor, she was able to keep her panties on. When Gary tried to unbutton her blouse, his large fingers fumbled clumsily at the small buttons.

	"Little girl do?" he asked.

	The man's face was open and innocent, just wanting to play the next game. Krista wanted to tell him that he shouldn't see her without clothes on, but now that he had seen the magazine, she knew it would do her no good. She removed her blouse and then pulled off her skirt, hoping he would change his mind. But when Gary's eager expression didn't change, Krista drew a deep breath and removed her panties.

	"Pretty!" Gary said as he plucked the panties from her hand. He gazed at the fairy happily. "Pretty! Pretty!"

	He then looked at Krista, noticing her nude, undeveloped figure for the first time. Cooing softly, he reached out, stroking her small form with his huge paws as if he was petting a kitten. He liked this little girl because her skin was so white and soft all over. Gary and his brother spent a lot of time outdoors and their skin was rougher and tanner by comparison.

	Krista did nothing as her rescuer felt her everywhere. He giggled as he squeezed her little buttocks, nearly covering her entire rear with one hand. But his greatest fascination lay with her genitals. His calloused fingers prodded about the hairless mound as he marveled at her dainty privates. When he managed to inset his finger tip into her tiny slit, he carefully moved it up and down. Despite her trepidation and embarrassment, Krista couldn't keep from shivering at the sensation when he finger grazed the fleshy button of her clitoris.

	"Little girl is fun," he announced. 

	Abruptly, he grasped Krista by the waist and plopped her face-up on the table. He peered at the magazine next to her, blinking his eyes in a way that Krista now associated with him thinking. Without further warning, he pulled Krista's legs apart and clamped her pussy in his mouth. She shuddered at the touch but Gary commenced to lick her private parts with gusto, just as he saw in the book.

	After a minute, Krista realized it wasn't that bad. Considering what those other men were going to do with her, this wasn't bad at all. In fact, it was starting to feel good - even better than those brief flashes she had felt when he was touching her before. She felt warm inside her loins and kind of like she was melting. Why on earth was she feeling....wet inside?

	Gary munched on the eight year-old's bald, fresh twat. Something was changing as she tasted different. She was definitely juicier and he liked this new flavor. He lifted his head up, gazing at the prepubescent plumpness between his little friend's legs as it gleamed with his spit. 

	"Little girl tastes good," he said and resumed his young feast.

	It did feel good and Krista was no longer afraid to admit it. After the abject fear of the last two hours, she found herself relaxing. Closing her eyes, she imagined herself on an inflatable raft in the ocean like the trip to the beach with her parents last summer. And the waves kept splashing between her legs, lapping harder and harder there. It made her feel tight and bloated inside the very small space of her quim and suddenly the tightness released sharply. 

	Krista didn't know what an orgasm was but felt this mysterious thing seize her body. She pushed her hips up, practically wanting the man to swallow her cunny while the explosions wracked her body. Then it was over and her pelvis fell back to the table as Gary stared at her.

	"Little girl happy?" he asked.

	When Krista nodded, he eagerly flipped to the next pages.

	"We do this now."

	Krista looked at the magazine, wondering what could possibly be next. There was the smiling girl, holding the man's penis and guiding it between her legs. Krista stared another picture as the girl's smile remained in pace while half of the man's member was now buried in her hairless cunny. Krista didn't know how that could possibly fit, but she jerked her head up as Gary was pressing his cock against her small entrance. 

	"Noooo" she mewled softly, but her protest went unheard.

	Squeezing her eyes shut, Krista turned her head to the side as Gary pushed into her, pressing against some unknown barrier that neither of them understood. Her climax had lubricated her thoroughly, allowing the man to slide into her entrance. The child's inner labia expanded and her hymen flexed inward as it was pushed.

	Gary bit his lip, glancing at the photos in the magazine and wondering why he couldn't do the same with his playmate. Pinning her small hips to the table, he gave a mighty shove, feeling the barrier break. Krista jerked in his grip, but Gary kept moving into her little quim. It was hard work, but worth it as the hot channel of the eight year-old's vagina wetly sealed itself around his cock. The man plowed in and out of the little girl, amazed at how good her immature sex felt around his member.

	When she was penetrated, Krista had the breath driven from her, preventing her from crying. As she labored for air, she felt her body expanding impossibly on the inside as the crushing presence of Gary's cock filled her tight cunny. Once she could breathe, she kept her head turned to the side and her eyes closed as tears trickled from them, silently enduring the heavy rutting that made her undersized pussy stretch painfully. But it also grew hotter from the fierce, grinding contact of their copulation and she could feel her lubrication increasing in a way she somehow liked.

	Gary liked how the little girl's pussy made gurgling noises as he pushed in and out of it. It looked so different with his cock in there as her bald mound was now a ring of straining flesh pulled around his plunging shaft. He felt that thing happen in his balls again and happily injected his semen into Krista's young womb. When he was done, he watched her tummy rising and falling in rapid succession as the former virgin panted while still impaled on his prick.

	Gary flipped a few more pages into the magazine and clapped his hands when he saw what happened next. His penis was already growing stiff again inside Krista from the sight of the pictures when he pulled it out and rolled her over.

	"Now Gary do your bum," he announced as he toyed with Krista's bouncy little orbs.

	Still stunned from her introduction to vaginal sex and somewhat in shock from her entire ordeal, Krista didn't resist as she felt the man pressing into her rear end. The fluids from her snatch had dripped into her crack as well as coating Gary's dick, so her own body in a way facilitated the violation of her last virgin place. New tears in her eyes blurred her vision as her anus stretched painfully, but she didn't try to squeeze him out. Her sphincter clamped tightly on the cock as it bored into her.

	As the penetration increased, Krista closed her eyes, fearing it would never stop. He was going much deeper than before, although her throbbing twat testified that she had been thoroughly plugged there. Then the now familiar cadence of a cock sawing in and out of her body began. Having emptied his balls twice already, Gary's staying power was much longer as he repeatedly skewered the sultry, cramped depths of the little girl's bottom.

	"Little girl have slippery bum," Gary giggled as sodomized the eight year-old.

	There was no rancor from him and he assumed that Krista was enjoying this as much as he was. He paused to play with the child's small buttocks, patting them and giggling more as they quivered around the girth of his invading cock. Then he was back to work, stroking inside Krista's snug rear end until finally he flooded the third grader's rectum with his semen. The little girl squirmed at this sticky new intrusion and then lay still again.

	Gary turned the last page, closing the magazine on the back cover.

	"The end," he announced in a sing-song voice.

	A hot gush of cum poured from Krista's asshole after the man stepped back. When Gary rolled her over to ask her how happy she was, he noticed the thin streaks of blood staining the jism still oozing from her pussy.

	"Ooooh! Ouchies!" he cried, clapping his hands to his head.

	He scurried over to a produce sink and frantically turned the faucets. The pipes, dormant over the winter, pounded and rattled before water burst from the outlet in staggered sprays before tapering to a steady flow. Gary soaked some rags and returned to the table to clean Krista's crotch and rear. He was sloppy, spreading water all over but it unintentionally washed the fluids from the table as well. Them Gary dabbed at Krista with a couple of dry rags until he was satisfied. Bending down, he kissed the smooth lips of the child's newly deflowered pussy.

	"All better," he announced, pleased with his medical acumen.

	"Can I get dressed now?" Krista asked, hoping he was truly done.

	Gary helped her off the table and picked up her panties. He grinned at them as he rubbed a thumb over the fairy in the front before shyly handing them to her. As Krista was pulling her skirt into place, she heard the crunch of tires on the gravel outside.

	"John!" Gary cried and shambled out the door.

	Krista quickly finished dressing, ignoring the soreness in the areas now safely covered again. Her tights were ruined and there was no sense in putting them back on. From outside, she could hear Gary's excited voice and the more measured tones of another man. Eventually, Gary returned, followed by another man.

	"See?" Gary said as he pointed to Krista.

	The other man, about in his mid-thirties, walked over to Krista. He was smaller than his brother with a careworn face, but there was still some resemblance.

	"I'm John, Gary's brother," he said softly by way of introduction. "Can you tell me what happened here? There are a lot of blanks in Gary's story and it might be easier if you can fill them in."

	Krista told him how she had been abducted by two men and taken here and how the men told her what was to happen to her and showed her a horrible video. Then they returned with a third man who cut her tights off and was threatening her with a knife when Gary arrived and threw the men out. Although she didn't see what he did to them outside, Krista had a good idea of what Gary had done to them. She omitted what followed next between her and Gary.

	John went to a counter and brought back a few paper towels since Krista had started crying. He looked at the pink shreds of her tights on the floor and rubbed his forehead. Squatting in front of Krista, John spoke quietly.

	"If me or anyone else had come here and killed those men, we'd be lauded as heroes. But Gary, well, you see how he is. Huge, strong, but not all there in the head. They'd call him a menace and lock him in an institution. I'm not denying what he did to those guys - hell, I don't blame him - but he's really a pretty gentle guy who doesn't know his own strength. Do you know what I mean?"

	Krista thought about what Gary had done to her and knew he thought he was trying to cheer her up. She nodded at John. The man grinned ruefully.

	"We've got a sister who has her hands full with four kids. And I have Gary. I love him but I think she has the easier lot some days. I'm going to ask you a big favor. 

	I can take you to the police, but could you tell them you managed to sneak out of their car when they stopped for something - maybe to take a leak. We can say it was out on County Road 19 - a few miles from here - when I saw you running on the side of the road. As I stopped, we saw their car come along, make a U-turn and head out of here going north. 

	Gary and I can get rid of the bodies and the car - we've got plenty of land for that. But that way the police won't know anything about what Gary did, which is for the best."

	Krista's head swam with everything she had experienced. The idea of talking to the police made her stomach roll as she was afraid she'd slip and people would find out what everything that had happened to her. It was a humiliation she did not want to endure. Glancing at the clock by the cash register, she replied.

	"Can you just take me home? My parents won't be back yet and I...I just want to go home."

	John breathed a sigh of relief - the girl's idea was even better in its simplicity. He nodded and guided her out the door. To the left, Krista could see a tarp covering three twisted lumps that had once been her unlamented tormenters. John lifted the tarp carefully so that Krista couldn't see while he checked the pockets for keys to the car the trio had used.

	While he was doing that, Gary shyly approached Krista and held out the kiddy porn magazine.

	"You want picture book?" he asked.

	Krista shied away and shook her head.

	"Gary have?" he asked hopefully.

	When she nodded, Gary grinned and folded the magazine before stuffing it in one of his large pockets. A jingling of metal told them that John had found the keys. He told Gary to wait here while he drove Krista home.

	They climbed into John's pick-up truck and Krista wearily told him her address. While John drove, Krista closed her eyes and leaned against the window, feeling the coolness of the glass through her hair. She tried to block out the images of her ordeal, but she couldn't help but to replay every horrible part. 

	Well, it wasn't all horrible as she remembered what had happened when Gary had his mouth on her. And there was the way he had touched her. And then there was how she felt hot and sort of like she was melting even when he was doing that hurtful thing in her private parts. While the girl half-dozed during her mental playback, she subconsciously rubbed her thighs together.

	


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