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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: randomev.txt
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story_codes: MM/gg(8, 8), rape, cons

story_intro: One small thing can randomly lead to a chain of larger ones. Such is the case when two little girls become separated and go on to live radically different lives. But in the end, other minor twists of fate intertwine the pair again.

story_language: English




Random Events

Written by madvlad


	Paul had seen plenty of things turn on seemingly random events. Whether it was fate, karma, or simply "shit happens" - well, shit did happen or change that wasn't expected. Take, for example, the pistol that Lora's sometimes boyfriend had accidentally left at the apartment after a night in the sack.

	The woman had twin girls a little more than a year old. They were toddling now, getting into everything and a loaded 9mm in a lower kitchen drawer was a recipe for disaster. "Young Child Kills Sibling and Self While Playing with Firearm" the headline would read. More talking heads opining and politicians speechifying, blah, blah.

	Yeah, but it wasn't some kid reaching for the gun that got this shit happening. It was Lora. And right in the same room where Paul and his buddy, Charlie, were standing. The apartment itself was lower class, not quite slum material although it was working its way down there. To supplement her welfare with undeclared income, Lora allowed her place to be used as a stash for narcotics.

	The place was perfect - not too rundown where the cops had to keep tabs and just decrepit enough to where people minded their own business and not their neighbors'.

	Another random event was that Paul and Charlie had to keep the stash there a day longer because a last minute call from their boss sent them to the docks a day earlier to handle a shipment that had arrived a day earlier than scheduled. Yeah, more random shit. And why did the ship arrive early? Fuck, for all Paul knew, it began when a butterfly flapped its wings over the Great Wall of China and set in motion everything else.

	The problem with their delay in going to Lora's was that she was cashless and was now withdrawing a bit from the smack she regularly used. So she was jittery and not quite right in the head. And she demanded more money from them which neither Paul nor Charlie was about to do.

	"Payment in full and not a dime more," Paul said to her as he tossed the roll of cash on the kitchen counter. "You wanna try to jack the rate up, we'll find another place to keep our stuff ."

	Lora mumbled angrily and turned her back on them as she stooped to open a bottom drawer. Paul shook his head -what the fuck was she going to do, threaten them with a spatula?

	Lora spun around with surprising speed. But her arms were a little shaky which delayed her pulling the trigger of the handgun that she had taken from the drawer. Paul drew quickly, firing a shot that went higher than her chest where he was aiming. It struck her in the lower jaw - nothing fatal but it would hurt like hell and need some surgery and, more importantly, should keep her from shooting at him or Charlie.

	But the question of the impact of Paul's shot was rendered academic. As he was firing, Paul was peripherally aware of thunderclaps to his right. Charlie, bless his corrupted soul, was a hell of a marksman and a quick one, too. His three bullets punched a neat pattern in Lora's left tit, dropping her permanently.

	In the aftermath of the gunshots, the silence in the place was ringing. Then Paul could hear shouting through the walls and someone pounding on the floor in the apartment above. Charlie gave Paul a shrug and an un-panicked "what now?" look.

	"Let's just grab the shit and leave," Paul said as he pocketed the wad of cash that Lora had left on the counter. "We'll leave nice and easy - people will remember a couple of assholes running like hell. But we'll just look confused and concerned about the gunshots, okay."

	"Yeah," Charlie acknowledged.

	Good ol' Charlie. Not much of a conversationalist but he was always cool when the shit happened. Taking two of the three duffel bags, he slipped them over his shoulders and went to the door. Paul was picking up the last bag when the two tots wearing only diapers came wandering into the room, curious about the noise and babbling in a friendly way at the two strangers.

	Pausing, Paul considered his options. They were witnesses but neither of them was going to be able to testify in court let alone describe him and Charlie to the cops. A split second later, he was evaluating the children. White babies - definitely a commodity in the adoption market, legitimate or otherwise. And they seemed cute enough with their matching brown eyes and dark brown hair. And Paul knew that there were other ways to make income from these in other underground areas.

	The one closest to him had a light, horseshoe-shaped birthmark just below her left collarbone while the other didn't. Another random thing was that this one had come closer to him. Scooping her up in free arm, Paul made his way to the door.

	It was actually easier with a kid, walking unhurriedly and no one suspecting that a father with his kid would be shooting up the place. He and Charlie reached the car and Paul put the girl in the back seat while Charlie tossed the bags in the trunk.

	"I'll go get the other one - easy money," Paul said to him.

	He had taken two steps when he stopped. Turning he saw Charlie standing with his head cocked. 

	Sirens.

	Paul waited another few seconds and confirmed they were coming closer. Maybe they were coming here and maybe they weren't. But he and Charlie were definitely not staying around to find out. They got in the car and Charlie turned around to look at the girl as Charlie started the engine.

	"Looks like you're going to be an only child now, kid."

	The tot played with an unbuckled seatbelt latch and babbled happily, unaware of the events that had just altered her life.

	
SEVEN YEARS LATER

	"Ladies and Gentlemen, give us some noise for Miraaaanda!"

	The crowd was enthusiastic as the little girl crawled onto the stage in a slinky manner. A tiny black leather bikini top was pulled tightly across her flat chest and the matching thong had a black tail attached to the waist band in the rear. In Miranda's very long brown hair was a pair of cat ears. Completing her ensemble where black leather boots that reached to mid-thigh, the material stark against her pale skin.

	Many eyes in the audience, both male and female, salaciously tracked the movements of this slutty-looking kitten. Two members of this expensive sex club had paid extra to be on stage with her - tonight was the weekly Audience Participation Night and were dressed as circus lion tamers.

	For several minutes, Miranda prowled around the stage, the hot lights making her sleek little figure gleam with her sweat as the club members at their tables admired her and fantasized about having her. Quite a few of them had rented the eight year-old and all of those were quite willing to use her again.

	Taking a cue from off-stage, Miranda finally approached one of the tamers and got up on her knees with her hands in front of her, curled as if they were two paws in a begging position. The tamer caressed the front of her chest, pulling up on her top to expose her little nipples which were already stiff with anticipation. One of the small triangles of her bikini rested just below the horseshoe-shaped birthmark below her collarbone.

	When the man extracted his erection from his pants, Miranda purred and rubbed her cheeks on it, just like a kitty cat. After licking her lips, she opened her mouth and swallowed him almost whole. The crowd ooh'ed appreciatively as nearly all of the man's member disappeared into the accomplished young cocksucker's mouth.

	Miranda's glossy lips compressed and flexed around the shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth. Unseen, the eight year-old's tongue swirled all over the man's dick as it passed in and out of the warm vacuum of her mouth. When the second tamer pulled her to her feet, Miranda maintained her luscious suction, tilting forward and still moving her head along the length of the penis.

	The second man pulled her thong off, exposing the hairless bulge of her little pussy from behind. It had been freshly oiled before the show and shined prettily for the audience. Lifting the girl by her slender hips, the man stepped close with his hard-on aimed at the childish sex. The eight year-old's twat looked pathetically small compared to the man's tool but it had been getting carnally stretched since Miranda's cherry was taken during an invitation-only event.

	While the man pushed his dick between her soft cunt lips Miranda grunted around the cock in her mouth. His hardness bored into her snug tunnel, her lubrication aiding the penetration. By the time the man had planted as much prick into the girl that would fit, Miranda's adjusted angle had allowed her to take the first tamer's entire dick in her mouth and throat.

	The two men simultaneously fucked the little sex starlet, her lithe figure getting pumped with thick cock at each end. The thrusting in her hot young pussy made the child slurp harder on the member in her mouth and drops of drool spattered onto the stage. When both tamers ejaculated at once, the audience saw the little cat girl wriggling between them. Jets of steaming jism shot into her tummy and saturated her tiny snatch.

	When they were finished, the men put Miranda on her feet, facing the audience. The crowd applauded as the girl licked her cock-chapped lips while semen oozed from her bald little cunt.

	Afterward, she was taken back stage where other performers were waiting. A young, olive-skinned woman was standing with a boa constrictor entwined around her body. When she saw them, Miranda stopped and patted the snake's head.

	"Hi Sammy," she said to the snake. "Hi Lupe."

	"Hello, Miranda," the woman replied. "I think Sammy wants to do a show with you soon."

	Miranda giggled as the snake's tongue flicked at her hand. If not for her near nudity, dripping twat, and carnal surroundings, she might have been like any other girl her age. She walked on, nodding to others and not at all abashed by her present state. She knew she was to get cleaned up before going to one of the private suites to give some club members more personal entertainment. Before she reached the bathroom, though, a heavyset man took her by the arm and pulled her into a room.

	"Oh, hi Wally," she said brightly.

	The man's face was flushed and a little sweaty as he grinned at her.

	"You sure were sexy on stage," he said. "You still look sexy."

	"Thanks," she said, feeling a little uncomfortable under his intense stare. He had been doing that a lot lately.

	Wally wiped his brow.

	"So sexy," he muttered. "Let me just touch you a little."

	"Um, I'm not supposed to," Miranda said nervously.

	She tried to step back but Wally still held her arm.

	"Come on," he wheedled. "Just a touch. Just a few touches. And I'll let you touch me."

	He was unzipping his fly when the door burst open. An angry man stepped in, followed by two others who blocked the doorway. Wally jerked his hand away from Miranda's arm as if she had burned him. Uselessly, he tried to zip his fly and mumble some excuse when the first man got in his face.

	"I warned you, asshole!" he screamed. "I warned you one fucking time too many. The young stuff is for clients who pay, not shitbird stagehands like you. You got all the kiddy porn you want from here but that wasn't enough."

	Wally tried to stutter a response but got a hard punch in his gut instead. He doubled over, only to be yanked upright by the hand in his greasy hair. The man leaned close to Wally's face.

	"You're outta here! No fucking termination pay - you are fucking gone! And I mean out of fucking town. If I see you or hear of you still in the area, they'll be scraping pieces of you off the road from here to the county line. And if you say anything about this place..."

	The threat did not have to be completed for Wally knew what happened to people who tried to cross the organization. His face burning with anger and shame, he looked for Miranda. She would understand, maybe beg to let him stay.

	But she was already gone from the room. His head lowered at this last betrayal, Wally slunk from the room and endured the gauntlet of stares as he left the club for the last time.

	
Random events:

	An autoworker had won a few thousand on a scratch-off lottery game. With the money, he had purchased an engagement ring for his girlfriend. The next day, his focus wasn't completely on his work as he played out his impending proposal in his mind, trying to conjure the perfect setting and words.

	The head gasket he was installing wasn't set right and two months later blew out. The woman who had purchased the car decided to take the day off from work after her vehicle had been towed to the dealership since she was now two hours late anyway and it was a nice summer day. She ran some errands and decided to surprise her young son and daughter with a trip to the playground after getting them from the sitter.

	Now she was sitting on a bench in the park while her children played. There was something not right about the portly, ill-shaven man sitting by himself on another bench. It wasn't just his appearance but the way he was watching some of the little girls. Not hiding her distaste, she continued to glare at him until he noticed and got up from the bench, clutching a plastic shopping bag. Only after he had shambled out of view did she relax, confident that she had saved some innocent child from a pervert.

	Wally was cursing the bitch who had been giving him those dirty looks. Here it was, the afternoon after last night and he should have been out of town by now. It was risky to be here but he had been hell-bent on getting some revenge in the city as a parting shot before he left. All of those years of being so close to those girls with their smooth little bodies that they let others use had brought him to the edge.

	What his boss had said was true - he had access to all of the photos and videos done at the club. But masturbating while he viewed them just wasn't enough. He wanted to hear their little voices groaning has he pleasured himself in their tight young holes. He wanted to feel their soft skin, their firm figures in his hands, and their juicy flesh grabbing at his prick while he plowed into them.

	With his club access gone, he wanted to have one little girl. In his lust and fury, he had purchased everything he needed at a drugstore; the contents in the bag he carried. If he wouldn't be given one, he'd take one by force. Make her cry while he taught her some lessons about life. But it had taken him all day to try to get the nerve before the woman on the bench saw him and read his feverish intent.

	Now Wally stalked off toward his van, his anger and frustration at the boiling point. And then to his amazement, he saw her. Right here, of all places. Was she going to laugh at him, mock him for his failure last night? Part of him knew that someone had taken her out of the room during the confrontation, but that was the rational part and it had no say in his thoughts at the moment. That little bitch had no right to abandon him like she had.

	Maggie never knew about the joke told at a bowling league game the night before. Nor did she know how the person retelling it in the morning caused a co-worker to laugh and make a typo on the work order that had sent workers to the wrong section of sidewalk. Now the concrete was torn up under the jackhammers so the girl had taken a detour through a small parking lot on one corner of the park. At least it was quieter here without the destructive noises of the concrete walkway. There was only one car, a beat-up van, parked here and she took her time, enjoying the breeze at his played with her long brown hair and the brightly colored sundress her mother had bought on their latest excursion downtown.

	She didn't even notice the sweaty-faced man until she nearly bumped into him.

	"Oh, excuse me," she said politely, her soft brown eyes sincere in her apology.

	The man leered at her, making her nervous.

	"Not your usual working clothes, today, huh?" he asked. "Makes you look innocent instead of the backstabbing whore you are."

	Maggie was suddenly scared. Her mother and father had always taught her to use good manners but she had nothing she could think of to say in response to his bizarre comments.  As she started to turn to return to the cacophony of the sidewalk, the man grabbed her.

	Maggie tried to yell but a large hand went over her mouth. The man fell on top of her, wrestling with her and she could hear the crinkling of a plastic bag by her ear. The man was trying to get something from the bag while holding her down. She heard another sound and then she felt the tape seal across her mouth. More duct tape was wrapped around her wrists and she was tossed into the van.

	Although she had heard warnings of strangers who hurt little kids, she didn't know any of the specifics. She wished her mother or father was here to help her. Or her uncles or aunts or cousins - any of the people who loved her.

	She was an only child and had always wished for a brother or sister until a year ago when she learned she had been adopted as a baby seven years ago. Now she was grateful for her parents and extended family and just wished that some of them were here to get her away from this man who had now joined her in the back of the van.

	After a slap to the face, she stopped struggling, paralyzed in terror. The man rolled her onto her stomach and pulled her hips up. Her dress was pushed over her back, exposing her underwear. Maggie wept in humiliation until she felt the cold metal of the knife digging in under her panties. The knife sawed at the cloth and Maggie moaned against the tape as her bottom was made bare.

	"I'm gonna have you now," Wally said, his sour breath wafting from her here to under her nose. "You were always the one for me - the best of lot."

	He pulled the Vaseline from the bag and lubed his dick. When he smeared more between the girl's buttocks, he heard her whines of complaint. Too bad because he had seen her taking cocks up there since she was four. Now was his time as he kneaded the girl's springy little buttocks.

	When Maggie felt more of that grease with something pushing against her back there, she reactively clenched her asshole shut. What was that man doing? Why would he want to put something where she used the toilet? A fist punched her in the ribs, weakening her momentarily.

	Wally felt the girl's orifice relax as she was struck and lurched forward, not to be denied his prize. The eight year-old howled into the tape as her orifice was pushed open with something jamming into it, moving inside her. To her horror, she felt her anal ring tearing at that horrible greasy thing kept going deeper.

	She was better than Wally had dreamt, the soft heat of her rectum caressing his meat after he bored through her clenching asshole. His fingers dug into her hips, bruising her as he buggered her. He had hoped she would have appreciated him more but he was still surprised at her reaction - like she had never been fucked in the ass before. To hell with it - if she didn't want it, he would have her by force.

	Maggie stared at the rusty wall of the van, her jaws working futilely against the tape. She couldn't believe this thing, whatever it was, was happening to her. Why would some stranger want to hurt her - especially in such a way as this? There were no answers, just the man's heavy breathing and the thick stabbing in her rump as the eight year-old was anally raped.

	It felt as if the girl's bunghole was trying to choke his dick, Wally thought. Her greased innards pressed against his tool as he sawed in and out of her. Rapidly, the pressure built in his balls and he tried to hold off in hopes of giving her as huge a load as possible. Giving up, he salted her tortured guts with stream after stream of his jism. The girl lurched with every spurt, giving Wally the satisfaction of knowing she couldn't ignore him anymore.

	Maggie moaned in horror as she felt the hot slime injected into her virgin bowels. None of this made sense but at least he was taking that thing out of her. If he would only remove the tape from her mouth, she would beg him as politely as possible to just let her go. She wanted to be at home in the kitchen with her mother or snuggling on the couch with her father as they read a story together.

	But reality shattered those warm, hopeful visions as she was turned over on her back. Instead of her loving parents, there was the red, perspiring countenance of her attacker. His knife cut the shoulder straps of her dress and he tugged it from her body. Hot tears of shame sprang from Maggie's eyes as she was rendered completely naked except for her shoes and socks. When she tried to cover her vulva with her bound hands, the man waved the knife in front of her face.

	"Don't hide the goods, bitch. If everyone else gets a look, so do I. But I want more than a look - know what I mean."

	Maggie didn't know what he meant and shook her head violently, trying to talk through the tape. Wally took another dollop of Vaseline and smeared it into the cleft between her smooth cunny lips. The girl squealed at the rude touch, making Wally laugh. Then he pushed the head of his revitalized erection against the tiny pillow of the eight year-old's cunt.

	Now that she saw the thing the man had used in her rear, Maggie wished she hadn't. And now he was going to put it in her private place and she knew it would hurt. Her wet, wide eyes were pleading, but nothing was going to deter Wally from consummating his lust.

	His first push was abruptly halted by the diminutive size of her portal which enlarged but still resisted. Surprised, Wally felt something else trying to block him. His victim's face had gone deathly white and she fixed her eyes on him, confused and frightened. Reading her look, Wally shook his head.

	"Don't act like you don't know what I'm gonna do," he scolded with a laugh. "I didn't know you could clench your cunt like that, but you know you can't stop me."

	With no holding back, Wally heaved himself into the child, rupturing her maidenhead. As she was deflowered, Maggie's tape held fast to her mouth as it tried to yank open. She was being ripped apart, the hard cock bludgeoning her helpless pussy, stretching her deeply and obscenely wide.

	"Shit," Wally breathed when he saw his prick covered in the remnants of the girl's sundered virginity.

	He peered more closely at her. Miranda damn well knew what sex was about so he could understand if she was a little scared. But this kid didn't seem to quite get it, despite getting raped in a second hole. But she was a dead ringer- the hair, the eyes, the shape of her face, her nose, and the... No, there was no birthmark at her collarbone.

	"Hell," he said in genuine wonder. "You're not Miranda, are you?"

	She shook her head. No, she wailed in her mind. She desperately wanted to scream that her name was Maggie and she loved to paint and draw. She had parents who loved her and she did really well in school. Last week, she had watered the neighbors' garden daily while they were on vacation and spent extra time gazing at the pretty flowers. And she hadn't done anything to deserve having a stranger doing horrible things like this.

	Wally looked at the seeping red mess at the junction of his cock and the girl's hairless twat. Well, there was no sense in letting it go to waste since he had already busted her open.

	"Enjoy the ride, girlie," he said as he sluiced his cock back into Maggie's virgin passage.

	Maybe Miranda could have acted like a better whore, but this eight year-old's slippery little snatch was a treat. He stroked blissfully in the sobbing child's tight cunt, making juicy noises with every movement. Panting, he drove harder, groaning as the plundered little pussy sucked and tugged at him, making his balls begin to quiver.

	Maggie kept sobbing as her throbbing quim was continuously abused. With a final fierce shove, the man stopped and she felt the hot injection of slime pumping repeatedly into her immature body, thickly dousing in rape juice the organs she would someday use to grow life inside her.

	In no hurry this time to extract himself from the girl, he patted her tear-streaked cheek. If she had been Miranda, there was no way he'd take her with him because his former employers would suspect him and hunt him down. But this kid was a stranger to them. Would she be badly missed? There was a risk in that, too.

	Then inspiration struck. It would be his perfect good-bye.

	Katy chased after the ball in the parking lot behind the club. A bunch of the girls often played out here in the afternoons when the weather was good, just doing normal kid stuff before their other services were required at night. The ball had rolled to a stop by the dumpster by the time Katy caught up with it.

	It was the bright colored dress lying in a heap that caught her attention first. Then the ten year-old's breath caught as she saw the nude body. It was lying on its stomach but she could tell it was a girl by the long brown hair - so much like her friend, Miranda's - and by the distinctly female bit of flesh between her splayed legs. It was sticky with fluids Katy knew well, as was the cleft in the girl's rear. But there was also blood.

	"What is it?" a voice said behind her.

	Katy nearly jumped as she turned and saw Miranda. Although the two had been playing together, Katy momentarily imagined it was Miranda lying by the dumpster.

	"There's a girl," Katy said fearfully. "I think she's dead."

	Her curiosity overriding her fright, Miranda peered around Katy.

	"No, she's not. I can see her breathing," Miranda said.

	She squatted down and Katy helped her roll the girl over. The girl's wrists and hands were taped together and another swatch covered her mouth. Miranda grimaced as she pulled it from the girl's face, knowing it had to be quick; just like pulling off a Band-Aid.

	Stirred by the sting of the tape's removal, the girl's eyes fluttered open. Then she and Miranda stared at each other as if they were each peering into a living mirror.

	


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