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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, May 09, 2019

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: quinnsin.txt
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story_codes: Men/little girls, girl/girl, teen girl/girl, , oral, anal, virgin, drugged, non-cons, semi-cons

story_intro: With her mother working two jobs just to get by, Quinn finds it hard to make friends when she's often taunted about her worn-out clothing and her shy manners. Naturally, she's surprised when two slightly older girls who have ignored her suddenly decide to make her their friend. And then they introduce her to some of their adult friends who are looking for a fresh and innocent little girl to debauch.



story_language: English





Quinn's Introduction

Written by madvlad


	comments_readers: This is a single story - no sequels. My interest in this one was of the corruption of an innocent. 

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	When she was fucked hard enough, the preteen blonde's firm little titties managed to jiggle. Fucking Dakota hard enough was a challenge only in that her eleven year-old snatch was so small. But the girl and her best friend, Maureen, were well-experienced in sex and their tight young cunts lubricated freely to allow the thick meat tools to slide as easily as possible in the eager, narrow tunnels.

	Although she could fake pleasure when the men had some VIP guest in to have sex with an underage girl, Dakota's anxious whining was genuine as she rasped out encouragements to the man currently plowing her slutty little cunt. Maureen, however, was largely silent aside from the slurping she made around the dick she was deep-throating. Dakota's friend was on her hands and knees to give her neck the best angle. Her position also allowed a second man to take her doggy style and give her smooth cunny a proper pounding. 

	Like Maureen, Dakota's bald snatch was already leaking white man cream that spurted with every thrust into her. Dakota had already sucked off two men while taking two more in her pussy. The third man between her legs, now, Brad, was one of the organizers of the sex ring and liked to give his young workers a nice send-off after a profitable afternoon and evening. 

	Having taken four cum injections in her body this day, Dakota had yet to cum herself. But Brad finished her off and as her hot little twat convulsed on him, he sent another load of jism into the underage whore. He wasn't concerned about getting her pregnant as he had all of his girls on birth control. 

	Better still, Dakota and Maureen were the first to get an added pharmaceutical to their pills - something that slowed the effects of puberty so that they would remain younger looking in all the right places a little longer. They had just started this so their blooming little breasts were already present but wouldn't get too large too quickly. Of course, the older girls in their teens were still in high demand by many customers.

	But Brad had young flesh on his mind now. After giving Dakota and Maureen wine coolers (the drinks were sweet, which made them palatable for the girls), he broached the subject of some new meat. Both girls were rather put out that they might not be good enough but Brad suppressed a sigh and explained.

	"We have a customer coming in who wants to pop a girl's cherry. And he wants her innocent in mind, too - knowing nothing about sex. Do either of you know anyone like that?"

	Dakota shrugged. Both she and Maureen lived in the same apartment building and had mostly free reign with their time as both of their single mothers were often busy. They had also been easily recruited by Brad and his gang when they were nine. He wondered if either girl would even be friends with someone who was still nave.

	"Hey, I know," Maureen giggled. "There's that new girl, Quinn. She and her mom moved in a few months ago. She's a year younger than us - really a little more since she just turned ten and she's a loser. She tried to be friends with us but we were like, no way."

	"I don't why you'd even mention her," Dakota replied with a roll of her eyes. "I mean, she's, like wearing little kids clothes with Disney on her shirts and shit like that. No one would even think about fucking her."

	Brad's grin grew hungry-looking as he heard the description.

	"Then you two have to make nice with her because she sounds like just the meal our customer wants to enjoy."

	"Oh. Hi, Quinn."

	Startled, the ten year-old looked up at the sound of her name. She had seen Dakota and Maureen plenty of times in the apartment building and even admired them. Although just a year older than her, the two other girls seemed even more so with the way they dressed and acted. They even had cell phones with all of the accessories. Quinn knew she would never see one of those until she was a grown-up. In fact, her mother could only afford a very basic flip phone for herself.

	Looking at the two older girls in their short skirts, nice blouses, and fancy sneakers, Quinn felt inadequate in her worn jeans and a t-shirt. Steeling herself, she tried to be ready for the mockery she often received. 

	"We were going to go over to a friend's place uptown to hang out," Dakota amiably remarked. "You want to come with us?"

	Quinn's gray eyes widened at the offer.

	"Me?" she squeaked.

	"Sure," Maureen said. "Don't worry if we ignored you before. We just wanted to play it cool and see what you were really like. You're pretty okay, so you can come with us if you want unless your mom wants you home."

	"She's working her evening job tonight after she gets off her regular one," Quinn replied. "So, yeah. But..."

	"What?" Dakota prompted.

	"I don't have any money for a bus," Quinn sheepishly admitted.

	"Don't worry about that!" Dakota laughed. "We get money from some of the gu-...some of the people we hang out with. That's how we get a lot of our stuff. Do you think our parents could afford this while they live here?"

	It was true - the apartment building and the neighborhood, while not a slum, were certainly not in a better part of town. Quinn had wondered why Dakota and Maureen could afford what they had and never knew anything about their parents except that they, like her mother, were rarely around. Excited to have suddenly been accepted (she had done no better at school at making friends), she readily agreed and went off with the other two girls.

	Brad liked what he saw in Quin. Compared to Dakota and Maureen, she seemed much younger than ten. She lacked their worldliness which made her perfectly enticing. Even her dark hair, which she wore straight to her shoulders, lacked any sophistication. The well-paying client, Stephen, was standing nearby and observing the girl. Making eye contact with Brad, the man gave a quick nod.

	He served the girls wine coolers and smirked at Quinn's surprise at getting an adult beverage. It was sweet enough that the alcohol could barely be tasted. And he had laced it with something that would make her more docile when the fun began.

	Quinn felt a little strange, like she was only a guest in her own body. She wondered if she was drunk but she wasn't acting like drunk people did on TV. When Maureen suggested that they strip to their underwear, Quinn surprised herself by agreeing even though she didn't want people to see her in her underpants. Still, part of her odd feelings was that she felt rather warm and the suggestion of removing some clothing was somehow appealing. 

	Quinn's scuffed, empty sneakers sat next to Dakota's shiny silver ones. When her shirt and pants were off, she looked at the other girls and felt inadequate. As her flat chest had nothing to conceal, she hadn't even considered wearing a training bra. Now it was bare while the modest busts of Dakota and Maureen were graced with small bras - Maureen's pink and Dakota's purple.

	Quinn had never given much thought to her panties - they were slightly baggy on her but that meant she wouldn't outgrow them soon. In comparison, the eleven year-olds wore thongs that hugged the swells between their legs - outlining the clefts there - and left their trim young buttocks exposed. 

	Dakota wanted to laugh at Quinn for looking like the little twerp-loser she was but that might spoil the plan. Maureen was more focused and had an idea for moving things along.

	"Hey, it's not fair that we're wearing more clothes than Quinn," she noted and reached around her back to unfasten her bra. 

	Dakota joined her and smugly saw how Quinn blushed but couldn't help to stare at the eleven year-old's little mounds. Then a pillow from the sofa hit her in the side of the face.

	"Pillow fight!" Maureen cried as she tossed another one to Quinn. "Let's get Dakota!"

	Quinn's increased shyness at her near nudity vanished as she felt like being silly. Joining Maureen, she playfully bopped Dakota. Unwavering despite being outnumbered, the blonde snatched another pillow and began a counterattack against her two foes.

	Stephen's dick hardened as he watched the three giggling preteens cavort. The tiny, blooming titties of the older girls bounced with the action and their thongs barely covered the fleshy jewels of young femininity that were his for the taking - and he had before.

	But it was Quinn who demanded his focus. Her sleek figure showed no hint of development yet and it made his crotch tighten a little more watching her. With her oversized panties, he saw no outline of her cunny but the waist occasionally slipped down in the back to expose just a little bit of the crack between her ass cheeks before the girl would tug them back up. She was so innocent in both mind and body and it was that innocence that he would soon have.

	He unbuckled his pants.

	"Hey! Look what Stephen brought for us!" Dakota exclaimed.

	Quinn turned to look and promptly froze with her mouth agape. The man had his...his penis out! She had seen a drawing of one in a book her mother had borrowed from the library to teach Quinn about the basics of sex and reproduction. But the one here and now looked much different - so hard and, well, large.

	Quinn knew men used them to make babies; to put their seed inside a woman. But the book had only explained that part in words and Quinn still had more questions. She did understand that sex was something that felt good but that was for grown-ups and maybe teenagers - an era that seemed far away. 

	Then Maureen took Quinn's hand and brought her right up to Stephen as she and Dakota knelt in front of the erect tool. When Maureen tugged at her hand, Quinn knelt, too. 

	Somewhere in her head, Quinn knew she shouldn't be around a bunch of strange men - one with his clothes off - in just her panties. But the mellow fuzziness in the rest of her consciousness kept her from wanting to act on her concerns. And then - oh my! - Dakota and Maureen were licking the man's thing.

	"Come on," Maureen softly urged. "You can do it, too."

	The words snaked around in Quinn's mind and she leaned forward with her tongue protruding. She touched it, making her tummy jump but the thing just tasted like ordinary skin. Quinn licked at it, more timidly than the enthusiastic lapping on either side of her, but she did her part. Frequently, one of the other girls' tongues would make wet contact with her own. At first, Quinn tried to avoid it but then she found herself eagerly anticipating it.

	As she tasted her first cock, the ten year-old felt her nipples hardening on her boyish chest. But it was the odd, swollen sensation in her privates that made her already addled head feel even hazier. Of its own volition, one of her hands found her pantied crotch and squeezed herself there. 

	Ah! She liked doing that, even if she wasn't supposed to. But it felt so good and when she saw that Maureen and Dakota's hands were similarly employed, she felt pleased that she had come into this on her own.

	Stephen watched as three youngsters orally massaged his meat. The outer two were more skilled as they even pressed their lips to the sides of his shaft to suck a bit. But Quinn's tentative touches were innocently sexy and he thrilled at her slight debauchery when her licks became slightly bolder. Adding to this was the tongue play as the eleven year-olds deliberately lapped at the younger virgin's tongue. He could tell she was no longer bashful of this and her additional little step into carnality made his balls clench.

	Maureen and Dakota had tasted his semen plenty of times and Stephen focused on his true prize anyway. Quinn yipped in shock as the first blob of goo splattered over her nose and mouth. Aiming his prick, Stephen sent the rest of his spunk onto the child's torso. Naturally, the two full-blown sluts immediately set to cleaning the mess from Quinn.

	Quinn was surprised at the strange, hot slime that hit her. Was this the seed that men produced? But she wasn't old enough to get pregnant and she knew from the book that he would have to put it in her vagina to make a baby. It was all so strange - and that big thing of his would never fit inside her little kitty, anyway.

	A bit of the white stuff had hit her tongue and she tasted something salty and weird. Then Dakota's tongue was cleaning it from her before swishing all over the interior of her mouth. Down below, Maureen was licking the man goo from her tummy and then her chest. When her mouth found one of Quinn's stiffened nipples, she began to suck.

	Dizzy from multiple causes, Quinn could only murmur around Dakota's hungry tongue as she was brought to her feet and moved backward. She hadn't been aware of one of the men unfolding the sofa into a bed until she and her two friends fell onto it. 

	There must have been a lot of that funny stuff from the penis on her because the other two girls were still using their mouths on her. One of them - Quinn couldn't tell which - had her hand between her legs and was touching her in very experienced ways. Quinn peeped - the hand was now inside her panties and touching her naked vulva. She thought she felt her undies sliding down her legs but couldn't be sure. That would make her completely naked and that would not be right - although in her state, she could no longer be sure just why that was.

	Stephen was hard again and, catching Dakota's eye, he motioned to her. Dakota tapped Maureen on the shoulder and the two girls rolled away from Quinn; one on either side. The lesbian action left Quinn breathing heavily. Between her spread legs, her hairless slit now gleamed with her own lubrication; enticing the man observing it to sample it.

	Quinn wished the girls she thought were her friends would go back to what they were doing but then the man with the stiff penis was getting on her bed. He lifted her legs and opened them further. Amid the heat of her arousal, Quinn felt embarrassed that he could see her privates so clearly. Then he was putting his penis against her - in that place - and there could be only one reason for that.

	"No," she weakly explained. "I'm too little to have a baby."

	Hearing that useless confession made Stephen's anticipation ratchet upward. The poor kid must only know enough about sex to think it was only for making babies. Well, that was her concern only. The spongy head of his dick made some of her fluids dribble out when it forced her smooth labia apart. Now just her undersized inner opening and the fragile membrane just inside of it was protecting her virtue.

	Stephen jerked forward, sending his upper body weight rolling over and down to force his cock into the preteen's untested snatch. She writhed as her hymen was ripped apart and felt the turgid mass of meat ruthlessly entering her. Her smallness resisted him now only slightly as her passage was lined with the liquid of her arousal and her defloration. Continuing his de-virginizing thrusts, Stephen was slowed but eventually bottomed out with his glans butting Quinn's cervix.

	Thoroughly impaled, Quinn stared around her, wide-eyed, searching for help that would not come. Dakota smirked at the sight of the younger girl with her legs draped around Stephen's hips as she tried to figure out what to do with the dick filling her little cunt. Maureen's expression was more Stoic as she felt a swell of guilt for tricking Quinn into this. But she tamped down on that emotion, knowing that could be seen as a sign of weakness.

	When Stephen withdrew, the little girl's cunny seemed as if it was helping by squeezing him. Rivulets of blood from her torn cherry leaked out over the paleness of her smooth labia and buttocks. More of it stained his prick as if it were a badge of recognition for conquering an underage virgin.

	On the second penetration, there was no membrane to interfere; only the snugness of her twat as it once again opened against its will to take him. The man's cock was smothered in the lubricious heat of the virgin's freshly violated pussy. The fleshy sleeve of her tunnel hugged him, lewdly squelching fluids with every stroke as Quinn was forced to service the man who stole her innocence.

	She wanted this thing moving at will inside of her to be gone. But her legs were spread so widely around the man's waist that her feeble kicks did no good. The helpless fourth grader felt the hard member sliding deep into her private place; making her body re-shape itself on the inside. Left with nothing to do but moan piteously, the little girl endured the thrusts of the cock as it transformed her childish treasure into a man's lust socket. 

	Having cum once already, Stephen was able to take longer and enjoy the slick suppleness of Quinn's prepubescent twat. She was too small for him to go balls deep but as he worked her cunt tube, he managed to cram a little more of his meat into her slender body. Her hairless crotch was a mess of sex fluids as his thick rod reamed her newly minted slut hole. All it needed was the finishing touch. 

	That touch came in the hard convulsions of his testicles. The dick buried inside the ten year-old swelled briefly with every pulse that inseminated the unripe reproductive organs. Quinn's eyes widened again and she gargled something incomprehensible as she felt the bursts of baby seed filling her. When he was finished, Stephen remained inside her. He had used some pills of his own and would recover enough for at least one more round inside Quinn's succulent little pussy.

	Even two days later, it seemed surreal to Quinn. To her relief, she didn't see Dakota or Maureen the next day. She was in a daze, reliving the arousing touches of the two other girls and then the bizarre acts of baby-making that had been committed upon her. Although her mother had explained before that she would not be able to have a baby until her body changed, Quinn had spent some time looking at her nude reflection in the mirror, turning sideways and trying to discern if her flat belly was suddenly growing. 

	"Hey, Quinn."

	Dakota was grinning at her with Maureen by her side. 

	"You wanna hang out again?' Dakota suggestively asked.

	Unsure of her speech, Quinn quickly shook her head. Dakota merely laughed and held up her phone. There was a video on it and Quinn could hear wet, fleshy noises and the sound of her own voice moaning and mumbling. The implication was clear - cooperate or others would see this. Quinn looked to Maureen for help but the other girl could not meet her gaze and quietly stared at her feet. As Dakota walked past her, Quinn turned to follow.

	They had her on her hands and knees this time. Men were using her two at a time as Quinn swallowed their baby-making goo while more of it was injected into her gripping young cunt. She could feel the loads from previous men running down the insides of her thighs, becoming stick as they congealed before fresh jism tracked over them.

	At last there was some relief as her cum-coated mouth was left alone as a man grabbed her waist. But his penis felt greasy and his aim was off. Then she understood his intent.

	"No, not in my butt!" she begged.

	The ten year-old's anus was wrenched open and she cried with pain and humiliation as a new hole was defiled. 

	"It hurts! It hurts! Noooo..."

	Her eyes rolling, the child learned about anal sex in deep, thrusting lessons. It hurt as her innards were stabbed and filled with the bruising cock. Frantically sucking in air, she felt her bottom getting plumbed, the tubing expanding to be used for a new purpose. 

	Pounding the preteen with his greased meat, the man enjoyed the tender oven of her virgin ass. His prick left her greasy in there; just as a little slut should be. She could do nothing to stop him as her sphincter was so widely open she had no muscular ability to close it. Despite its gross stretching, it formed a tight ring around the buggering dick, providing extra pleasure in contrast to the tenderness of her slick rectum.

	When his moment came, the man pumped his goo into the fourth grader's ass. Quinn shook as she felt the hot seed buttering her bowels and wondered why he wanted to make a baby in her bottom. She was left on the bed, lying on her side as new source of spunk slowly leaked from her violated body. 

	Another man approached, this time with a blonde girl in her early teens. The girl sat on the bed next to Quinn and stroked the younger girl's hair.

	"You must be Quinn, the new girl. I'm Jeri," she said. "Don't worry - it gets better. I'm fourteen and have been doing this for six years now."

	"A man did it in my butt," Quinn sniffed.

	"I know. And now my man, here, wants to do it." Jeri paused as she caressed the smooth curve of Quinn's compact little cheeks. "You've got such a cute little ass - I can't blame them. I'd do you there, too, if I had a cock. Now come on...that's it."

	Jeri helped Quinn to her hands and knees but then let her lie across her lap. The teen stroked the trembling ten year-old as another hard, sodomizing prick invaded her anal chute. Jeri slid one hand underneath Quinn until it lay flat against her tummy. As Quinn's ass was penetrated, Jeri could feel the subtle pressure as the girl's insides were pressed by the meat filling her. 

	"See? You're doing good," Jeri consoled the girl. "And I can make even better."

	Jeri's hand moved to Quinn's crotch, making the girl gasp as her bald, cum-drenched pussy was skillfully fondled. At the same time, she diddled her own snatch, imagining the pressure she might feel against it if she was driving a nice, fat, rubber dildo between those adorable little ass cheeks. 

	Timing her finger movements to the man's thrusts, Jeri gave Quinn her first orgasm just as more man cream filled her ravished interior. It was a welcome shock but Quinn didn't know how many more new experiences she could handle before her mind would snap.

	"Give it back, please!"

	Quinn grumbled as the boy holding her backpack tossed it over her head to another boy while other kids watched and giggled. This was not the first occurrence of this game as much of her school time was a ritual in various teasing. At least no one here knew about the other things that were done to her. She dreaded how that revelation would elevate her torments.

	They were out front, waiting for the school buses to arrive. Since the weather was good, the teachers had a break from having classrooms full of rambunctious youngsters impatiently waiting for their rides home.

	Quinn's backpack lazily turned in the air from another throw before it was suddenly seized. The boys started to complain but were silenced by the warning glare from the older blonde girl. Then Jeri turned to Quinn and returned the pack.

	"You want to hang out?" Jeri asked in a light voice.

	There was no threat in the invitation although Quinn knew she would soon be naked and at the mercy of men pouring their baby juice into her from several orifices. Still, compared to what she had here, it wasn't all bad; especially with her new friend, a real friend, there. The boys and onlookers were silent as they watched Quinn leave with the teen.

	"We're going to have fun today," Jeri gushed as they approached a waiting car. "I brought a strap-on."

	"What's a strap-on?" 

	Jeri simply laughed - a kind laugh, not a teasing one - and put an arm around Quinn's shoulders to hug her to her side. Quinn contentedly leaned against the older girl, content in having a place, however odd, where she belonged.


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