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story_codes: M/g(7), MMM/g, coerce, semi-cons

story_intro: EACH PEDOVILLE STORY IS STAND-ALONE WITH A SEPARATE PLOT AND CHARACTERS. Time combines his "bang-the-secretary" and pedo fantasies into one when little Heather is conditioned to believe she is a real secretary. Little by little, she learns that there is more to her job than just maintaining an appointment calendar and taking dictation.

story_language: English



Pedoville 04: Secretarial Duties

Written by madvlad


PREFACE:

	In the future, young orphaned or abandoned human girls are acquired by one of the controlling corporations in the known galaxy. The children are housed in a residential area known as Pedoville, where they are monitored. Any food, clothing, and other items are available by simple request. The girls are raised to become employees of the corporation in any of a myriad of occupations.

	Occasionally, children will be taken away for a brief period of time for "education sessions", where they undergo subconscious downloads of various academic knowledge packages to aid them in their future professions. Unknown to the girls, these sessions follow periods of time where they are used for the pleasure of well-paying customers or corporate executives. 

	In preparation for their clients, the girls are injected with pharmaceuticals to aid in various forms of penetration without excessive bodily damage (unless the client deems otherwise) and to trigger sexual stimulation. And depending on the client specifications, their personalities may be temporarily altered to fit the client's desires. 

	Prior to the educational downloads, their bodies are restored to their previous state, including the restoration of their physical virginity. Their short term memories are erased and the girls are returned to their homes with no recollection or evidence of anything except for the academic knowledge they received. 

	In a place and time where previously forbidden pleasures are now available to those who are connected or willing to pay, these children have become one of the premium commodities in sexual recreation among numerous species.

	
STORY:

	Tim Crenshaw sat in his office, waiting for his new "secretary".  He was newly appointed to oversee the Corporation's Pedoville project and had been looking forward to this day. In years past, he had sampled some of the wares for straightforward sex, but today he was going to combine two fantasies. The first, of course, was sex with a little girl - something he had more times than he could count. The second was to fuck a secretary on his desk. Laws and corporate regulations prohibited this in the workplace, but since this wasn't going to be a real employee on the receiving end, there were no problems.

	He had perused the records and video feeds from Pedoville, looking for a child who was normally shy and reserved. Granted, the preparation process could temporarily alter the subject's personality, but Tim preferred something as real as possible. Further conditioning during the girl's preparation had made her very prim and proper with the drugs added to aid her arousal once the sex began. And of course, she still wouldn't remember anything the following day and all physical evidence would be gone from her body. 

	At precisely eight o'clock, there was a knock on his office door.

	"Come," he called.

	The door opened and seven year-old Heather entered, quietly closing the door behind her. She was dressed in a white blouse, buttoned all the way to the top, and a long black skirt that ended halfway down her shins. Her long brown hair was tied in a tight bun and her gray eyes were quite serious as she approached her new boss. For his part, Tim was trying to picture how her slender legs looked as they moved beneath her skirt.

	In one hand, she clutched an electronic note pad. Tim had also selected her because her reading and writing skills were quite advanced for one so young. And during her preparation, various secretarial skills were downloaded to her. Perhaps in the future, her skills would take her to the upper tiers in the administrative hierarchy of the Corporation. But today, she was just another little sex toy to be used for the benefit of others.

	"Good morning, Mr. Crenshaw," she said in a high, crisp voice. "My name is Heather. I'm your new secretary."

	"I'm pleased to meet you, Heather. And I'm delighted to see you made it here perfectly on time."

	The youngster beamed at the compliment. As part of her preparation, she had been conditioned to obey her boss. For this day, she had no recollection of anything in her life beyond her job and, if pressed, would do anything to preserve that job.

	They spent the first half hour taking care of routine business. While she looked at the schedules and memos on her pad, Tim was impressed with just how intelligent she was - better, in fact than some of the real secretaries they had. But he was even more impressed with how her soft, pretty mouth moved as she spoke, imagining how those puffy lips would look wrapped around his cock. Soon, he wouldn't have to settle for only imagining.

	Right on cue, Heather's pad chimed to signal an incoming message and she quickly pulled it up on the screen. The seven year-old spoke slowly and carefully as she read - especially with the bigger words.

	"The Employee Oversight Committee has designated several executives to conduct job skills evaluations with the secretarial pool," she read. "Higgins has communications, Schonstein has document security, and you have been assigned oral sex."

	"Excellent," said Tim as he rubbed his hands together. "I should set an example and begin with you immediately. Are you ready?"

	"Yes."

	The two sat looking at each other; Heather sitting primly and Tim with a bemused expression. Finally, he raised his eyebrows and spoke.

	"Well?"

	"Um, what?" the diminutive secretary replied.

	"Begin the oral sex."

	"Yes, I...I..." Heather stammered as a blush rose from her neck to her cheeks.

	"Is there a problem?"

	Heather thought as hard as she could, desperate to figure out what she should do. Tearfully, she confessed that she didn't even know what oral sex was, let alone what she was supposed to do.

	"You mean to tell me that you, as an executive-level secretary, have no knowledge whatsoever about oral sex?"

	"No, sir," she replied as she hung her head in shame.

	Time sighed and leaned back in his chair. "I'll tell you what, I won't call Human Resources. Instead, I'll just teach you here and now and we'll write that off as your evaluation."

	"Thank you, Mr. Crenshaw. I promise I won't disappoint you," she gushed. Then she tapped on her pad, her brows knitting in confusion.

	"Something wrong, Heather?"

	"I can't find any application here for oral sex."

	"That's because it's an interpersonal skill. Come here - no leave you pad on your chair."

	Heather glanced worriedly back at her pad as she walked around Tim's desk. All good secretaries should have their pads within arm's reach while on the job, so this was very disconcerting. She was even more flustered when he told her to kneel in front of him.

	"Now, oral refers to the mouth," Tim lectured. "Namely, yours. And sex, in this case, refers to this," he continued as he pulled his hardened prick from his trousers. "And then with oral sex, the two go together.

	Heather's jaw dropped in shock at the sight of her boss' penis. 

	"Now you've got the idea," he said as he pulled her head to his prick. When, Heather shook her head to avoid contact with the menacing looking thing, Tim tilted her head back so that she was looking into his eyes.

	"Heather," he warned. "If you can't do this, then you'll have to find another job. Perhaps you already have something lined up outside of the Corporation?"

	Heather was horrified at the thought of leaving both her job and the Corporation. It horrified her even more than the thing pointing at her face. Steeling her nerves, she leaned forward and popped her mouth over the helmet-shaped head. Although she had been given no knowledge of what a blowjob was, her preparation session had endowed Heather with the subconscious skills of what to do with a penis once she had it in her mouth.

	She pulled tightly on Tim's crank with her lips while cleaning his head with long swabs of her little tongue. When Tim's hand gently pushed on her head, she began bobbing her mouth along his shaft, gobbling most of it into her oral fuck hole. Tim pulled his hand away and his hot little secretary continued in her sincere efforts to suck him off. 

	Little Heather sucked and slurped noisily on his meat and Tim's balls boiled as he watched this demure seven year-old eating away like a back alley whore. And he would know as he began his career supervising several back alleys owned by the Corporation. 

	"Here it comes," Tim announced as his first wave of semen shot though his prick.

	When Heather tasted the hot salty stuff, she instinctively swallowed. Her subconscious training allowed her to swallow the entire load without losing a drop. When Tim was done, she let his cock drop from her mouth and leaned back, gasping. Her face was still flushed and a few strands of hair had come loose.

	"Well done, Heather," Tim said as he helped the little girl to her feet. "I will rate you as above average in oral sex."

	"Thank you for being so understanding, Mr. Crenshaw," Heather replied. 

	"You look like you're too hot," Tim said. "Let me help you cool off."

	He reached for the top button on Heather's blouse and unfastened it. When Heather tried to protest, he gently reminded her that he was boss and therefore knew best. The little girl stood compliantly as Tim unbuttoned her top about halfway. 

	"There, that's better," he said as he pulled her shirt open to expose some skin. "You may go back to your seat now."

	As she returned to her chair, she wondered why she reacted the way she did when she had this thing in her mouth. Even more unsettling were those warm twinges between her legs while she was sucking her boss. She didn't know what they were, but doubted that a good secretary should have those.

	Next, Tim dictated several letters to her. Although there were voice recognition programs to do that, going through a secretary allowed for a more personal touch. As he droned on, Tim got up from his chair and paced the room. Standing behind Heather's chair, he placed his hands on her shoulder and massaged her through her blouse while he was talking.

	Heather jumped in her chair when she felt her boss' hands on her, but his gentle rubbing and squeezing with her clothing between them felt rather nice and she relaxed. As Heather's blouse shifted, Tim was able to see down the front and spy the tiny bra she was wearing. It was white and lacy and pressed tightly against her undeveloped chest. 

	Tim's cock twitched in his pants at the sight of it. Those clever bastards who did the preparation thought of everything. He hadn't expected a bra since a seven year-old would have nothing there to be supported. But the thought of undressing Heather like he would a woman was incredibly erotic. He slid one hand down Heather's back until he felt the horizontal strap, and then the clasp, of the little girl's brassiere. 

	Fifty years earlier, an engineer who worked for the Corporation invented a pushbutton, quick-release clasp for bras, ending centuries of frustration for horny men and boys who struggled to get the damned garments off their females. The man was awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics the following year.

	Tim pushed the thin button and heard Heather gasp softly as her bra released. The shoulder straps were still in place, but Tim's massaging hands slid the straps outward until they slipped from the child's small shoulders. Inside her blouse, the bra fell down and revealed her diminutive nipples to her boss. 

	Heather was mortified. Perhaps her boss would not notice that her bra had fallen. Her hopes were dashed when she heard him speak behind her.

	"What's this? It's company policy for female secretaries to wear bras. Why is yours off?"

	"It...it just fell off."

	Time had planned to send a signal later on to her pad later to start the next phase, but saw an opportunity now. He paused to send a signal from the comm device on his belt and went back to Heather's gradually exposed body. He had ten minutes before the signal would sound.

	"I'd better check to make sure everything is alright down there."

	"But I-...Ooohhhhhh."

	Tim slid his hands down the front of Heather's chest, feeling her warm, soft skin. It was so smooth until he found the slight change in texture that marked her babyish nipples. He twiddled them between his thumbs and forefingers, noticing how her legs were shifting beneath her skirt as he did so. Under his touch, Heather's nipples became erect; irritating the youngster in a strange new pleasurable way.

	Despite her growing arousal, Heather made worried sounds in her throat as Tim came around in front and unbuttoned more of her blouse, enough to pull it down from her shoulders. So flustered was Heather that she didn't notice her tot-sized bra fluttering to the floor as her chest was completely bared. 

	"Hmm...nothing growing there," Tim observed in an officious voice as he stroked the Heather's flat chest."

	"But I'm just a little girl," Heather whined, still afraid of losing her job.

	"Yes, but I have to make sure you're healthy there."

	With that, Tim pressed his mouth against one tiny nipple and began to suck hard. It had stiffened enough to give him just enough to catch with his front teeth and he made the seven year-old groan aloud as she was nibbled and suckled. 

	Heather was very embarrassed to be in this position, but she could not deny how naughty she was feeling in the place where she peed. She was very hot and squishy there as the tremors increased. In an effort to hide the effects of her boss' mouth on her body, she squeezed her thighs together. By the time Tim had finished with her other nipple, the seven year-old's chest was shiny with saliva and punctuated by two tiny points. 

	"Mr. Crenshaw," the little girl asked in a trembling voice. "Were you having oral sex with my nipples?"

	Tim stifled a laugh as he responded.

	"Why yes, I suppose I was. I'm glad I have such a smart little secretary. You're really catching on."

	Heather started to smile bashfully when her pad chimed. Forgetting her half-nude state, she responded to the alert and read from the screen. As before, she was deliberate in sounding out the bigger words.

	"It says that the Board of Directors is requiring all executives to perform panty checks on their secretaries immediately."

	"Sounds like there might be a problem somewhere," Tim said as his dick was throbbing in his pants. "Please stand up so I can check yours."

	Heather nervously chewed her lower lip as she stood up. She felt very damp in her groin and hoped it hadn't seeped into her panties. And the idea of having someone look at her panties made her very embarrassed, but if was a company rule, then that was that. She closed her eyes as Tim raised her skirt.

	Tim's mouth went dry as Heather's well-formed legs came into view. There was no mistaking them for a woman's, but her slim thighs had those delightful little girl curves that looked so hot - especially when they were spread wide to let a cock plunge between them. Her white panties were very tight, outlining the roundness of her vulva. And in the middle was a vertical wet spot made by her leaking pussy.

	"Uh oh," he said as he reached for the seven year-old's camel toe. "It looks like we've got a problem here."

	Heather flinched as Tim pressed a forefinger against the wet spot and wiggled it, making her slit gurgle as more juices escaped. With great restraint, Tim let her skirt drop and stood up, frowning down at the little girl.

	"Wet panties are strictly against company policy," he said gravely, making Heather burst into tears.

	"I'm so sorry!" she sobbed.

	"Well, crying won't help. Check and see what the current corrective action is - it should be at the bottom of the memo."

	Heather sniffled as she worked the screen, unaware of Tim's smile. He knew, of course, what the answer would be.

	"Here it is," she said softly. "It's de...um," she paused as she struggled with the new word. Tim waited as she sounded it out under her breath. "It's defloration."

	She looked up at time with tear-filled eyes.

	"I don't know what that means," she said and began crying again. 

	Tim stroked her hair and shushed her.

	"It's alright. This is your first offense. Fortunately, I have experience with this and we can take of it right here in the office."

	"Really?" she asked hopefully.

	"Yes. Come over to my desk."

	Heather left the pad in the chair again and went to her boss' desk. Tim picked her up and laid her face down on the desk with her legs hanging over the edge. As she felt her skirt being raised from the rear, Heather flinched. It had been a horrible day - she didn't know about oral sex, her bra had fallen off, and her panties were wet. Fortunately, her boss knew all about defloration - whatever that was - and could fix her panty problem. 

	Tim draped the skirt over Heather's back and admitted her tightly packaged little buns. He had considered requesting something more suggestive than plain white panties, but decided it would be a waste of time since he wouldn't be seeing much of them. Taking hold of the elastic waistband, he deftly slipped them over the seven year-old's cute little rump, skimmed them down her legs, and pulled them off over her shoes.

	"Mr. Crenshaw, you're making me naked!" the little girl whined.

	"It's a procedural requirement."

	"Oh."

	Now spring free of their confinement, Heather's ass cheeks looked a little fuller. He kneaded the little globes, finding them nice and springy beneath his fingers. Heather's little rosebud came in and out of view as he manipulated the small globes of flesh, but it was the other entrance he was intent on - for the moment.

	Spreading Heather's legs apart, his eyes feasted on the sight of the child's smooth little cunny. From the rear, he couldn't see the entire thing, but the plump, hairless labia had droplets of dew on them and told him that she was ready.

	"Now you just lie there, Heather, and let me do all the work," he said in a comforting tone.

	After unzipping his fly, he guided his prick to the little piece of girl meat and swabbed his head around her entrance, eventually coating it with her nectar. Pushing forward, he barely got all of his head in the warm wet socket before encountering the resistance of Heather's virgin membrane. For the time being, he busied himself by rubbing there, milking the child's sex of more of her lubrication.

	Heather's eyes were clenched tight as the little girl fought her intense embarrassment. With both of Tim's hands wrapped around her hips, it didn't take the smart little girl very long to deduce what the hot, hard fleshy thing poking around her private place was. Even more embarrassing to her was how much she liked the feelings it produced. But now she was even wetter down there instead of getting her problem fixed. She was about to ask her boss about that when he suddenly jerked her hips back and lunged forward with his penis.

	Tim's soundproofed office kept the little girl's screams from being heard outside. He felt her cherry stretch for moment around his cock before ripping apart and surrendering the seven year-old's pussy to him. The docile child was no more as she vainly kicked at him and scratched at his desktop when her young sex was torn open. Her tiny passage was abruptly spread wide for him, every bit of it straining to stay together as Tim hammered his way to her cervix. 

	Tim fucked in and out of Heather's tight young hole several times, his cock getting squeezed by the child's body as blood and juices squelched out onto his desk. Then he felt a subtle change in his little secretary's body, the tenseness easing as her pussy began to respond to the meat ramming into it. Her screams were shifting to quieter moans and her quim got those naughty twinges in it again.

	"That's right," he crooned. "All good little secretaries love getting fucked on their boss' desks. Tell me you want me to fuck you."

	"P-Please fuck me, Mr. Crenshaw," she replied in a subdued voice.

	"Tell me you want it harder," he said, thrusting into her steamy little cunt.

	"Fuck me har...Oh! Ohhh! Fuck me harder pleeease!"

	Heather didn't know what was happening, but her boss' thing moving in and out of her was making her belly hum. Some of the twinges even seemed to hurt, but in a good way. She wanted more and more until everything crashed together and then spread throughout her body.

	Tim fucked Heather even harder when he felt the climax ripping through her. Now matter how shy and how demure they were, they always wound up being little cum freaks with their tiny twats slobbering. As the squirming youngster's cuntlet churned against his cock, he let loose, soaking Heather's tiny reproductive organs with a heavy dose of sperm.

	He let Heather rest for a few minutes on his desk before he lifted her off, letting her skirt fall back into place to regain some of her modesty. When he pointed out the gooey puddle left behind on the polished wood surface, she frantically apologized for making such a mess. 

	It took her three attempts to get her blouse buttoned correctly before Tim told her to return to her desk outside. As she staggered to the door, Heather could feel Tim's semen trickling down both legs and realized she hadn't retrieved her panties. Afraid of any further embarrassment, she clutched her pad to her chest and returned to her desk.

	Once there, she was unable to concentrate and sat staring dumbly at the wall. Passersby assumed that she was someone's little daughter who had come to visit the office. Then two men stopped at her desk.

	"You must be Crenshaw's new secretary," said one of them. "We're here for our eleven o'clock meeting."

	Heather fumbled with her pad to call up the appointment, grateful for the distraction. She climbed down from the adult-sized chair and showed the men into the office.

	"Mr. Crenshaw? Mr. Olafson and Mr. Antonetti are here for their meeting."

	"And what is the topic?" her boss asked.

	Heather scrolled the memo on her pad. 

	"Gang bangs."

	"Excellent!" Tim said. "Gentlemen, this is Heather, my new secretary, and these are her panties."

	Heather's head jerked up and, to her horror, she saw Tim twirling a pair of little girl panties on his finger. Both visitors laughed and Heather backed toward the office door.

	"If that w-will be all M-Mr. C-Crenshaw," she stammered. "I'll l-leave now."

	"Oh, no," said Tim. "We'll need you here to participate."

	One of the things about fucking someone so small is that they always remained tight. This was something that Tim appreciated that night as he was slamming his prick through Heather's bruised bowels. It was dark out, but no one was paying attention to the view from his office window.

	He could feel Heather quivering as her body betrayed her once more, making her cum on Olafson's cock which was ruthlessly impaling her pussy while Tim had stuffed her ass. It had been this way for ten hours now as the men, with their bodies fueled by drugs that allowed them quick sexual recovery, took the seven year-old in twos and threes. The little girl's mouth, pussy and ass had been well-buttered with jism from all three men.

	With her climax receding, Heather hung limply between the two standing men who continued to pound her stretched little holes. Each orifice still fiercely grasped the cylinder of meat that had violated it. The only difference was how completely slick she had become after the first hour of their "meeting". She no longer resisted as the men used and inseminated her at will and was grateful when another orgasm took her.

	While Olafson held her by the ribcage, Tim took the opportunity to maul her little ass cheeks as he drove his prick between them. The smooth round buttocks filled each hand perfectly as he squeezed them.

	"Damn, Heather! After all the cock you've taken back here, your ass is still perfect!"

	"Mmmng. Ungh," the little girl mumbled in response to his compliment. 

	"I think that means 'Thank you and I'd like to get fucked by a horse now'," Antonelli joked as he poured himself another drink. He had just finished making Heather give her first deep-throat experience and wanted to celebrate the occasion.

	"A horse?" Olafson asked as he looked down at the child held captive by two cocks. "That's the problem with kids these days - they don't appreciate what they've already got."

	With that, he slammed into her tiny pussy even harder, making Heather twitch as her cervix was tested again. Olafson moved his thumbs so he could rub her flat nipples again.
Heather moaned and pushed back with her chest.

	"You still like that, Sweetheart?"

	Heather looked up and nodded gratefully. The double penetration continued as the two lengths of hot meat pummeled her insides. She felt all twisty when they did her this way. And when someone was in her ass, it made the intensity of her climax so much better. 

	Heather wearily closed her eyes and felt the wetness froth and drip from her violated ass and pussy as the men pounded into her tiny body. The little girl gurgled in her mouth as she came again, this time accompanied by steaming jets of jism in her womb and rectum. 

	They gently lowered Heather on the floor after this last time. She moved carefully as this was the first time without a cock inside her for hours. Tim looked her; so sluttish-looking with streams of splooge draining from her seven year-old fuck holes.

	"I hope you took notes during the meeting," he said.

	"Huh?"

	"Notes. That what secretaries do. No matter, just record everything as you remember it on your pad."

	Heather picked up her pad and stared dully at it. The men were looking forward to reading a child's account of a group fuck. 

	"What if I forget something?" she asked.

	"Don't worry. We'll be happy to repeat anything you need us to."

	

	

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