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Filename: relrefug.txt
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story_codes: M/gg(11,4), cons

story_intro: Set in the future. When a man encounters a young girl while trying to avoid a riot, he is drawn into the world of artificial life forms that never age. He is tempted by his forever young companion but tries to resist his impulses but finds that to be a road descending toward the inevitable.


story_language: English






REL: Refuge

Written by madvlad


	When Martin saw the signs, he saw it as a sign.

	"Another fucking REL riot," he muttered to himself.

	He toyed with the idea of staying put as he saw the demonstrators with their picket signs marching and shouting, but this wasn't the best neighborhood for that. Of course, none of the better neighborhoods had REL collection booths in them because they always attracted extremists.

	The whole REL thing had generated multiple, militant factions, each convinced of their extreme righteousness. While Martin had mixed feelings about RELs, as many people did, he had other priorities in his life. And when it came to debates and physical confrontations over RELs, the only party that Martin had any sympathy for were the RELs themselves. They hadn't chose sides and they sure as hell hadn't decided to be created and grown in a commercial laboratory.

	The Replicated Enhanced Lifeform, or REL, as they were commonly referred, had been around for twenty years now - most of Martin's life. Aside from their brains, REL bodies were completely human except for the ability to self-generate (and potentially live forever) and heal rapidly - a desirable thing for a quality product - and other customizable features. Their brains were a mix of cybernetics and human tissue.

	Although they could be programmed for mundane tasks such as domestic work or restaurant help, they were also purchased for use as surrogate mothers and other types of specialized work. They were especially useful for hazardous work where real humans might be at risk. A huge example of this was the RELs doing decontamination work in what used to be the Middle East.

	When RELs first came on the market, there were several camps in the debate over the first mainstreamed artificial lifeforms in society. Consumer advocates praised the choice presented to private individuals and businesses that could purchase these initially expensive, but cheaper long term solutions to labor issues. On the other side were displaced workers and labor unions. 

	Then there were the philosophical and religious debates. On one side, the creation of RELs demonstrated an evolutionary leap for humankind as the race could now produce a lesser offshoot of the species. Opponents decried the hubris of humans believing they could produce a new kind of life. A facet of this argument was the decades old technology of in-vitro fertilization producing human babies - so was this similar process.

	About five years after the first RELs came onto the market, another phenomenon occurred that took the divide over their status to a much deeper place. RELs were developing personalities beyond their programmed parameters. After a few years of experiencing life and the world around them, they developed likes and dislikes (for anything from food and drink to other people) and other aesthetic features in their behaviors. 

	The manufacturer had an easy fix - a brain wipe that would erase these uncomfortably human features but retain the basic original programming. Now there was a bitter three-way war between the major factions in the REL controversy centered around the question of whether RELs were sentient. One group believed that RELs were an abomination and should be destroyed. 

	A second group countered that RELs were a product of technology created by the human mind and were therefore a valid commodity. If developing independent personalities was a quirk of their existence, then brain wipes were as necessary as running an anti-virus program on one's computer.

	The third group agreed in part with the second group in that RELs should exist, but that is where their common ground ended. Since the RELs developed their own personalities, brain wipes were the equivalent of murder. In that vein, this third group, championed by the RLF, or REL Liberation Front, sometimes tried to liberate REL's from collection centers.

	The Supreme Court, citing the Revised Constitution which defined one of the government's inalienable rights as the right to tax as much as it needed, ruled that the lucrative REL market was legitimate as it provided a healthy revenue stream for the federal government in sales taxes, license fees, and a menu of other regulatory fees and fines. The law, however, did not end the efforts of various groups.

	REL collection centers, in particular, were still targets of the REL Liberation Front. When REL's were no longer wanted by their owners, regulations prohibited them from selling their REL's directly to another owner. In exchange for credit, they had to be returned for a complete brain wipe before being resold or "reconstituted", a euphemism for their physical destruction. The collection booths were a series of pods that looked like portable restrooms. The REL was ordered inside by his or her owner. Once seated inside, automatic restraints held the REL in place while a robotically-guided needed went into their neck to provide nutrition and sedatives until they were retrieved by a company van.

	Judging from the racket Martin was hearing, all three groups were in force tonight, coinciding with the arrival of a retrieval van. As he was crossing the street, Martin saw the fireball erupt from where the crowds were clashing. It looked like it had been a Molotov cocktail - no small thing since non-government utilized gasoline had been banned from Manhattan Island seventy years ago under the Bloomberg Laws. Martin hurried along, not wishing to accidentally get caught in the violence.

	He never saw the girl darting around the corner until she ran into him. Martin staggered back but the girl went sprawling on the sidewalks. With sirens approaching from all around, Martin understood her need to flee - a need he was feeling urgently. She took his offered hand and got back to her feet, giving Martin a glimpse of blonde hair and light gray eyes wide with fright.

	"I'm sorry, mister," the girl said, jerking a thumb over her shoulder, but I had to get away."

	"I understand, believe me," he replied. "Look, this is no place for a little kid. And it's not so great for me, either. Just walk next to me. If there's a guy and a kid walking together, it will look less suspicious."

	The girl nodded and they rapidly walked away.

	"Just so we can pretend to know each other if we're stopped, my name's Martin."

	"Judith," the girl offered.

	"Pleased to meet you, Judith, regardless of the circumstances. How old are you?"

	"Eleven."

	A burst of gunfire ahead interrupted anything else she might have said. Martin took her by the arm and steered her into an alley. They had gone no more than twenty feet when a voice called out. 

	"Going that way will do you no good. Peace Enforcers are already sealing the block."

	Martin and Judith spun to see a young woman standing behind them. Where she had come from, Martin had no idea. But her clothing identified her as a hooker and she probably knew every shortcut and hiding place in the area.

	"Any suggestions?" Martin asked.

	"In here," the woman said as she opened a door Martin hadn't seen when they had just walked past. "You can stay low in here until this blows over. And don't worry - I won't charge you by the minute."

	Martin grinned at the woman's profession-related humor as he and Judith followed her inside. The room wasn't much - just some folding chairs and a table that had seen better days, but there were no mobs or weapons and that suited him just fine.

	"The name's Tori," the woman said by way of introduction.

	Martin and Judith gave their names and the woman regarded Martin.

	"Are you two together?" she asked.

	"No," Martin answered. "We, uh, ran into each other and I thought I could lead her to safety. As it turns out, I would have been a lousy leader if it hadn't been for you."

	"So what do you do for a living?" Tori asked, not bothering to share that information about herself.

	"I'm a holo-programmer."

	"Government or corporate?"

	"Corporate, although I'd like to be an independent free-lancer. But that won't happen."

	Tori snorted as she replied. 

	"Not these days. If you tried to go solo, you'd probably be jailed one way or another."

	"Yeah, but at least I can kind of work my own hours as long as I get the projects done."

	Tori nodded and then gave Judith a long, thoughtful look.

	"So how long have you been around?" she asked the girl.

	Martin thought it was an odd way of phrasing a question about her age and then thought Judith's answer was even more bizarre.

	"Six years," she said.

	Martin was puzzled. Judith looked kind of thin and maybe a little short under her loose clothing, but she had to be much closer to the previously stated eleven than six. When Tori noticed the look on Martin's face, she laughed.

	"When your momma and papa bathed you as a kid, did they wash behind your ears?" she asked.

	Martin shrugged.

	"Yeah, I guess they did. Why?"

	"Because when the people who made us wash behind our ears, the cleaning goes a lot deeper."

	Tori turned her head sideways and pulled her ear forward. Behind the base of the ear were a series of three small bumps beneath the skin. It was the only way to tell a REL from a human, although some people in the RLF or other parts of the counter-culture had been getting cosmetic alterations to get the same bumps as a way of thumbing their nose at the human race. For RELs, the bumps were where the programming interfaces at the labs would connect to alter or wipe their minds.

	Judith took Martin's hand and guided his fingers behind one of her ears. He could feel the bumps. Then she turned to him with a touch of sadness in her eyes.

	"I've been around for almost eight years," Tori went on. "So both the kid and I are past the five year threshold. It doesn't happen to all of us right at five years - it can run, oh around four to seven years before we become what we are. I'm just careful about how I act around my owner - my pimp - and do nothing to make him think I'm something else beyond what he purchased. And he sure as hell isn't going to pay to have me mind-killed for no reason, right?"

	"Mind-killed?" Martin asked. "You mean like a brain wipe?"

	"Brain wipe is a nice, sanitary word you naturals like to use," Tori spat.

	"Hey, I'm just asking. I never..." Martin protested before Tori lowered her head and held up her hand.

	The prostitute waited a minute before taking a deep breath and raising her head.

	"No problem," she said softly. "I mean, you didn't freak out with Judith, here, like some people might have when they found out the person they were helping was a REL. You're okay. But call it what you will - if I get a 'brain wipe', they kill who I am. I'll be back as just a piece of meat named Tori who spreads her legs or any other body part for whoever's paying the pimp. At least we RELs are killing it in the sex market."

	The last part was true. Under the Bloomberg Laws, any resident of New York City had to register and pay to get a license to have sex with a committed partner or spouse or prostitute in the event that it might result in a child. City-approved counselors had to approve of the partners so that the possible resulting child could become an optimal citizen. Even gay sex was taxed and fee-assessed in the name of equality. But the same Supreme Court ruling that declared RELs as property and not sentient beings gave people a loophole around the Bloomberg Laws. While female REL's could carry an implanted embryo in their uterus as a surrogate mother, both male and female RELs were infertile by design. 

	Martin turned to Judith and said, "So you're really seventeen?"

	"No, I'm just eleven," the girl replied with a shrug, not knowing how else to explain.

	"She'll always be eleven," Tori interjected. "Same as I'll always be twenty. She'll be eleven in body and mind and emotional maturity - and in spirit."

	As Tori spoke the last part, Martin had an epiphany. As one who had never taken any serious part in the REL debate (and one night in college, he had drunkenly argued for two different sides in the same conversation), it occurred to him in that moment that none of the experts and none of the activists had ever bothered to ask a REL what they thought about their identity and being. 

	"They kill your soul," he said, staring at the table. He jerked his head up to look at Tori. "You get a soul - hell, you earn a soul - and then they take it away from you if they do the wipe - the mind kill."

	"That's elegant," Tori said with a nod. "We have a little REL underground made up of those of us who have become self-aware. It's more like a support group, you could say. But occasionally we try to help a REL who makes a run for it - to go someplace else. There are parts of this country, still, where the locals just live and let live. Anyway, I'll tell them what you said - I think soul kill is a better description than mind kill."

	"I don't want that happening to me," Judith said tearfully.

	"Hush, that's why we're here," Tori said as she patted the girl's hand. "So why don't you tell us your story?"

	Judith sat silently for a moment before beginning her tale.

	"I was bought to be a big sister. My par-... the couple who bought me had a baby girl, Cynthia. I knew how to feed her, change diapers, and all that stuff. Everything was really good and then a year ago, I started, you know, thinking of stuff. I mean really thinking about everything. I guess it was around that five years thing Tori talked about.

	That's when I really started to love Cynthia. She was six years old then I mean, I had always looked after her and stuff, but now I really felt something. Sometimes I would think about how when she was my age, we'd be like twins even if we didn't look like each other. And when she got older, I'd get to be the little sister.

	Then last week, Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan - Cynthia's parents - were going to visit some relatives for the day. Oh, and that's something else - I started to notice that I was never included when they did stuff with relatives. When they came over to our house, I was always told to stay in my room.

	Anyway, Cynthia didn't want to go unless I came. Her parents kept telling her I had to stay and she finally ran to me and hugged me tight. She told her parents she loved me and would rather stay at home with me. Then Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan just gave me this...I don't know...different look. Kind of mad, but something more.

	The next day, Mr. Buchanan brought me to this place where RELs are sent back. There was someone else putting a REL man in another booth. The man was scared by he gave me a smile like everything would be okay. When I went in my booth, the chair kind of locked me in and a needle went in my neck. 

	I don't remember much until the door got ripped open. I was pulled out and there were a lot of people shouting and tugging at me, trying to pull me different groups, I think. I felt weird from whatever was in that needle and I couldn't move right when they first pulled me out. The man who had smiled at me - this one group got him and they...they...he's dead. 

	By that time, I could move right and I ran. Someone grabbed me but they couldn't hold on. I ran and ran and ran until I ran into Martin."

	Judith looked at Martin and then Tori.

	"What about you, Tori?" she asked.

	Tori sighed and shook her head. 

	"Not much to tell. I was bought by a pimp and became a whore. RELs are real popular for that. There's lots of people who think it's wrong to fuck a REL - kind of like screwing an animal. But then there are those who are looking for cheap sex because we're not taxed like it is between two naturals who are having sex.

	And we heal fast, so a lot of customers are into really freaky hardcore shit. I've had things done to me that...well, I won't say it here. But it's the kind of stuff that would take a natural weeks to recover from and still they wouldn't be right. But give a REL a couple of days and we're right back in service. 

	If I try to fight it, I'll get the mind kill - soul kill, as you said, Martin. So I deal with it. 

	And it gets worse. They have REL kids in the trade, too. I've never seen it, but I've heard of stuff through the underground. I'm talking about kids Judith's age and a lot younger. REL women were designed to stretch a lot where it counts. Once the design was made, they just kept the same thing for kids, only smaller. 

	But now you've got five year-old whores who've been around for years and this is all they know. They've got grown men fitting their entire cocks in their little bodies and making sure they hurt them while doing it. It doesn't have to hurt - even when they're that small. But just like with me, you've got some real sickos who use us. And the kids can't do anything about it. I don't know what to would be like to have a five year-old's mind and know this was my existence for years and years and not understanding why. Maybe the soul kills are a blessing for them."

	Tori's cell phone chimed, stopping her musing. She left the table as she answered it, speaking in low tones to whoever had called her. After ending the call, she turned to her two guests.

	"The riot's over. Now's the best time to get out before the investigation team arrives."

	"Can I stay with you?" Judith asked.

	"That'd be fun, but it's too risky and I don't want John - my pimp - to find out about you. Martin, can she stay with you?"

	Martin jerked his head in surprise. He hadn't thought it would come to this when he had first helped Judith to her feet. But he wasn't about to let her get her mind wiped or be forced into prostitution.

	"Yeah, I guess so. I've got a kind of odd place, but it should be safe."

	Judith gave him a grateful smile.

	"Good," Tori said. "Give me us a minute, will you?"

	Martin watched as Tori spoke with Judith in hurried whispers. Judith nodded a few times and when it seemed they were done, Tori hugged her and then kissed her on the forehead. Then she kissed the girl on the mouth. Both Judith and Martin were surprised, especially when the hooker thrust her tongue in the eleven year-old's mouth. From the way Tori's jaws moved, she was giving Judith a thorough licking. 

	At the same time, Tori clamped her hand over Judith's crotch, manipulating the preteen's sex through her clothing. It didn't last long but when Tori took her mouth and hand from the girl, Judith was stunned and looking a little flushed. The girl put her hand where Tori's hand had been and then suddenly blushed harder when she remembered that Martin was in the room.

	"I just wanted to give her something to remember me by," Tori said with a wink as she guided the pair back into the alley and on their way to escape.

	While watching out for police or any other troublemakers, Martin's erection quickly wilted. Tori's little show had been a huge turn-on, especially since he harbored a deep desire for little girls. But after hearing Judith's story, he vowed he would not take advantage of the girl's dependence on him.

	An hour later (having avoided the subway as the police might have Judith's description), they arrived at the brick SoHo building he called home. It was an old warehouse with skylights overlooking the cavernous space where some holo-simulators and various parts were scattered about. 

	Overlooking this area was a loft that had once been office but was now Martin's living space with a few extra rooms. He let Judith pick which one she wanted as her bedroom and pulled a spare bed from another room into hers. 

	"This place is so cool! You're lucky," Judith said as she stood at the loft's railing and looked out over the main area.

	The place had come as a surprise to Martin. Previously, it had belonged to a college buddy of his who had been arrested while trying to smuggle a load of potato ships into the city. That was a violation of the Bloomberg Laws which had banned salty snacks in New York City. That earned him an automatic ten year prison sentence.

	As per the law, the city confiscated all of Martin's friend's assets. To Martin's shock and bemusement, this place had already been registered as having been sold to him. Since the records showed that all applicable taxes had been paid, there were no inquiries. Martin had never paid his friend a dime but he realized his buddy had made these arrangements in advance in case he was ever caught. It was a nice little middle finger aimed at unwitting city officials.

	Now with a runaway REL - and underage to boot - living here, Martin's previously uncomplicated life had suddenly grown complicated. There were a lot of things to think about, but he was too exhausted to try and was asleep on his bed before he even had a chance to get undressed.

	It did not take long for Judith to settle herself in. They got along easily and never revisited the subjects discussed that night with Tori. Using information that Tori had whispered to her, Judith found her way into an online chat room for the city's REL underground. As Martin had set up a series of proxy servers and virtual access points, Judith's end was safe. And Martin was confident that similar precautions on the chat room's server also ensured that it was untraceable.

	He never peeked over Judith's shoulder while she was in the chat room or asked her about what was happening. Instead, he let the youngster tell him what she wished. There were times where she would sit by herself for hours after being on line, starting into space as she reflected on whatever she needed to. This built her trust for him as he never tried to interfere and that trust turned to fondness.

	In her previous home, the mother, Mrs. Buchanan, had insisted that Judith always be properly dressed, even when there was nothing to do in the house. Now at Martin's home, a bit of preadolescent rebellion went on display as Judith usually wore little else besides panties and a training bra. For the latter, she usually preferred the snugness of a sports bra.

	Martin enthusiastically if quietly supported Judith's new rebel streak, often admiring the eleven year-old's lithe figure. Her permanently budding breasts barely poked at the material of her bra, being the size and shape of muffin tops. Her panties wrapped around her buttocks perfectly, allowing the lower part of her bare buttocks to be shown as they smoothly transitioned from her thighs, allowing Martin to fantasize what the rest looked like beneath the thin cotton. The slight swell of her mons in front was the stuff of more daydreams.

	A change began one day when Martin came home from a long day of office meetings. Judith was semi-curled up at his computer with one bare lag dangling over a chair arm, looking both innocent and erotic at the same time.

	"Hi," she said brightly. "Are you a pedophile?"

	Mark was stunned. She asked the question as nonchalantly as she would have asked what is favorite color was. 

	"Uh, what makes you ask?"

	"Well, I found a whole bunch of pictures of girls modeling clothes - a lot of swimsuits and underwear and stuff like that. Some are my age and a lot of them are younger. So I did some looking around the 'net, you know, to find out about why men keep pictures of little girls like that. The ones that do are pedophiles. So are you one, too?"

	Martin took a deep breath before answering.

	"Yes, I am."

	"Oh," Judith responded, nodding. "Then that makes sense. A lot of those girls are cute."

	And she returned her attention to the computer, apparently unfazed by his admission.

	That was the end of the topic until later that night as Judith was going to bed. She sat next to him on the sofa while Martin was searching through the city's Entertainment Commission's approved television guide for something that might be interesting.

	"Martin?"

	"Hmm?"

	"Since you're a pedophile, do you have sex with girls?"

	"It's something I've fantasized about, but I've never actually done."

	"If you had a chance to do it, would you?"

	"Without getting caught or hurting the girl? Yes."

	Judith paused, steeling herself for her next question.

	"Then why haven't you done it with me?"

	Judith had been front and center in his dreams of late and Martin tried to explain why he hadn't acted on it.

	"You're a very pretty girl and believe me when I say how much I love watching you go around here in your undies. But I promised to protect you and I would never take advantage of you."

	"If I was a natural girl who maybe lived next door and really liked you, you would have done it."

	"Yes, but...No!"

	"Yes, but I'm not a natural girl," Judith spat. "I'm a REL. It would be like screwing an animal, just like Tori said, right?"

	Judith's voice kept rising and Martin tried to calm her down. Judith did, but she seemed to deflate.

	"Judith, it's just this situation. I want you but I'm afraid I'd be using you."

	"It's not my fault that I'm a REL," Judith said quietly as she got up from the sofa and went to her room.

	Martin stared blankly at the channel grid television screen before it flashed an admonition about wasting electricity since he hadn't selected a show. The TV turned itself off with a scolding click.

	Lifting himself from the sofa, Martin went to Judith's room to try to talk to her, but stopped when he heard her sniffling. After all this tie of trying to do the right thing, he couldn't figure out how he had fucked up so badly. He turned away from the doorway and went to his room.

	Judith never spoke about it again for the next three days, but she always wore clothes around the loft. Martin felt like a heel. He certainly had no prejudices against RELs in general or Judith in particular, but their last talk had gone so badly that he feared he would make things even worse if he tried to address the issue with her. 

	On the third night, Martin was reading in bed when he heard the light fall of footsteps in the hall. Judith entered the room and his book fell from deadened fingers. She was completely nude and said nothing as she climbed onto the bed and stood upright on her knees. 

	Her little breasts stood firmly on her chest, topped by her delicate, pink nipples. There was a slight narrowing at the waist but her hips were childishly slim. Martin's eyes travelled down her flat belly, finding the mound of her sex utterly devoid of hair.

	"Please," she said in a trembling, barely audible voice. "I can be just like a natural girl. Okay?"

	Just the sight of her had made Martin hard. Seeing the front of his boxer shorts tent up made her reach for him, feeling him with wonder through the layer of his clothing. Martin pushed down his shorts, sliding them off his legs.

	Judith reached for his penis, paused, then reached again more slowly. When her hand touched it, she let out a small peep. Martin suspected she had been doing some research about sex online (not to mention whatever Tori may have said in the chat room). Watching the nervous, eleven year-old virgin try to initiate sex was both amusing and arousing at the same time.

	To encourage her, Martin reached for the youngster's small quim, fondling it as she murmured wordlessly. The heat of her bald cunny made him painfully hard. Soon, Judith was shifting back and forth on Martin's fingers while they plied around the tenderness of her sex, rolling the flesh and dipping into the little slit.

	"Oh, that's what it's like," she whispered just before Martin felt her wetness trickling onto his fingers. 

	Awkwardly, she got on top of him, grasping is member and pressing it into the wet opening of her prepubescent snatch. She wriggled on top of it, easing the glans to her entrance as she slowly lowered her body. When her inner lips began to expand she stopped, suddenly looking very scared.

	Martin put his hands on her thighs, sliding upward until they rose to her waist. She smiled nervously and took a deep breath before slamming her body onto him. As her hymen was torn, Judith yelped but her momentum kept her moving until half of Martin's prick was embedded in her. She stopped and swallowed hard, trying to stop the tears from forming in her eyes.

	Martin pulled on her waist and Judith let herself be tugged until she had him entirely inside her. The eleven year-old's tunnel wetly clasped at his cock. Slowly, they built a rhythm with Judith riding him. Every time the girl moved up, her snatch sucked at his cock. The ride back down was quicker, with her pinkish, virgin juices bubbling out of her. 

	Once Judith had complete control of her movements, Martin moved his hands up, capturing her small mammaries and kneading them. This made the girl moan and arch her back, thrusting her chest forward into his churning hands. Judith moved her young form like a belly dancer, plunging her tight, preteen pussy up and down on her lover's cock until Martin rewarded her with a hot bath of cum in her body.

	She remained upright and on top of him as the last jet of semen was injected into her. Sliding one hand down, Martin massaged the girl's clit while his prick was still in her pussy until he brought her to climax. As Judith looked like she might fall over, Martin eased her forward, letting her rest on his chest while they remained joined. He could feel her little breasts mash against him. 

	Judith snuggled, feeling quite content. With one hand, Martin slowly stroked her back, reaching down over the soft curve of her rump. His other hand moved lazily through her hair without purpose until he moved it deliberately behind one ear, caressing the three tiny bumps to let her know that her origins did not matter. 

	They would have remained this way had nature not acted and made Martin erect again. Judith stretched and purred luxuriously as she felt him thicken and elongate inside her and Martin could feel her nipples harden. Cupping her ass, he moved her back and forth. As she grew hotter, she writhed on top of them. Their coupling was quiet but intense, lasting much longer until she was quivering with an orgasm as he pumped his seed into her.

	From then on, their days and nights were most interesting. Judith resumed her previous household wardrobe of only underwear, but the clothing didn't always remain on her as Martin delighted in surprising her with different positions in different parts of their home. 

	In an effort to control power and water, utility regulations limited Martin's laundry times to 1:45 a.m. on Mondays and Thursdays - these were the only times when the power regulator to his washer and dryer came on. Judith was bleary eyed as she walked naked from their bed (she no longer used the one in her room), carrying a pair of socks Martin had left on the floor and added them to the washer which he had already started. 

	No sooner than she had shut the lid when Martin lifted her from behind and bent her over on top of the washer. With the preteen's snatch still gooey from earlier that night, he drove into her always tight hole while he cupped her miniature titties. With her clit getting pounded and rubbed against the warm, vibrating machine while she was being taken and fondled, Judith had the best time of her life, cumming twice before Martin shot his load. She was never late for a laundry night again.

	Then there was the time Martin had been away for five days on a business trip. Within twenty minutes, they were both naked in bed when Judith yelped as he entered her. Martin had felt something blocking him and withdrew, puzzled. After investigating further with a finger, he looked at her in wonder.

	"Your cherry - it grew back."

	"We do regenerate quickly," Judith replied. "I guess it grew back because we hadn't done it for days. I don't think we've ever gone a day without doing it since we started."

	"I guess I get to pop your cherry for a second time," Martin grinned as Judith giggled beneath him.

	Bored one day while Martin was at work, Judith poked around his computer files as he had made it clear that he had nothing to hide. That's when she discovered his extensive collection of Japanese sex comics, most of which featured little girls. When Martin returned, Judith looked a little uneasy. She told him about what he found and that she had a slight problem.

	"I thought most of it was awesome, but there's one thing," she said pointing to the screen. "It's that - I don't want to do it in my butt."

	Martin had thought about doing just such a thing and was disappointed (after all, it was no accident that she was able to find his cartoon porn). But Judith had everywhere else on her hot little body to play with and, as always, he wasn't going to force her into anything. But that didn't mean he couldn't tease her. 

	"How about doing this instead?" he said as he pulled another comic on the screen. 

	"Tentacles?" she asked.

	"Sure, what if I grow some tentacles so I can get you everywhere at once."

	"Ewww! Gross!"

	"Aw, come on. You haven't lived until you've had a tentacle in your butt. All start by grabbing you like this!"

	He lunged for her and Judith ducked away, laughing.

	"Why don't you put a tentacle in your butt if you love it so much?" she giggled.

	Martin roared and chased after her. When she slipped on a rug, she fell to the floor, vulnerable in only her panties and training bra. Martin quickly dropped to all fours above her.

	"Got you," he said in a mock deep voice. "Now you are the mercy of Tentacle Man."

	"Eeek! She giggled before her laughter turned to moans.

	A week later, Martin learned why letting her use one of his credit cards online was a good thing. She greeted him like a Japanese character in her new outfit - thigh high striped stockings, a miniskirt, and a frilly blouse. Her hair was arranged in two absurdly long pigtails. That night was the best sex on the kitchen table they had had to date.

	One night, she had seemed curiously withdrawn after logging out of the REL chat room. She wasn't interested in anything on TV and finally stood up from the couch. She reached for his hand and silently led him back to the bedroom where they spent several hours of making slow, intense love. Martin slept heavily when they were done, never hearing her as she got out of bed, got dressed, and left their home.

	The next two days were a blur of anxiousness, a clenched stomach, and the constant leaden blanket of a dull headache as he searched for Judith. She had left no note and had not taken anything with her. He even went back to the section of town where they had met, but did not see her or Tori.

	After those two days, he spent the next two drifting around the loft, occasionally staring at the inane programming on TV. It was sometime in the dark of night when he thought he heard a creak on the coffee table in front of the couch. Too apathetic to open his eyes, he lay there until a small hand touched one of his. 

	Martin opened one eye and then bolted upright, finding Judith sitting on the coffee table. 

	"You're back! My God - I was worried sick about you! Where were you? Why didn't you call or leave a note?"

	"You were worried about me?" Judith asked with a heartfelt smile. "How sweet."

	"It wasn't sweet, I was going nuts! Please don't ever do that again."

	"I'm sorry," Judith answered, genuinely contrite. "But Judy said it was an emergency and...and..."

	"Yes?" Martin said, more calmly now.

	"Well," Judith resumed, looking down at the floor before looking at Martin again. "We have a lot of room here and..." she turned to her right and motioned with her hand.

	Martin looked that way too, surprised to see a very little girl with sleepy brown eyes and dark, tousled hair in loose curls. 

	"This is Maggie," Judith said. "She's my little sister now."

	Martin was confused, thinking that the girl was the one whose family Judith lived with before. But that girl was Cynthia and Judith explained that Maggie was a REL.

	Slowly, Judith told him Maggie's story.

	Being four years old, Maggie couldn't tell how many years she had lived with her owners. They were a high-powered couple, each with successful careers. They wanted a child - a plaything they could show off and enjoy when they wanted to. Babies were messy and troublesome and then grew into growing children. Getting a REL made much more sense. 

	All was fine and well until at some point, the couple's disagreements evolved into heated arguments before morphing into bitter fights. Maggie had grown more sensitive to this over time, her mind remaining in place to match her four year-old body and not able to comprehend the actions of the two adults in her life. 

	When the inevitable divorce arrived, the battle lines were clearly drawn. Caught in the middle was Maggie, whom neither parent wanted as a reminder of their failed marriage. When the man who had been her father brought her to the collection depot, Maggie had become hysterical as he angrily pushed her into a booth and slammed the door on her. 

	The child's lack of size meant the seat's automatic restraints and injection were of no use. IN a panic, she hammered on the door with her tiny fists, begging to be taken home. After a while, she smelled something hot and then the door opened. It wasn't her father or her mother.

	"Tori and another REL had seen what happened," Judith explained. "They had never tried to break open a collection booth before, but they were really worried about the little girl."

	"I'm Maggie," Maggie stated. "I'm a little girl."

	Judith pulled Maggie onto her lap and hugged her tightly. 

	"They burned the lock and got her out and she contacted me in the chat room. With Maggie being so little, she needed someone to look after her and they couldn't leave her alone for long. And they had to be where their owners wanted them. Then the Peace Enforcers showed up and were looking all over the place, so we had to stay in one of Tori's hiding places. When she could get there, Tori showed me how to do stuff with her and helped me learn from Maggie what her life had been like. Maggie's sweet and so cute, but she'd hard to understand when she's explaining stuff because she's only four."

	"Four," Maggie emphasized, holding up all five fingers on one hand before remembering to tuck her thumb in.

	Martin gave the tot a smile. She smiled in return and yawned. Looking at a clock, Martin saw that it was late.

	"Why don't you put Maggie in her old bed and then join me?" he said to Judith.

	"She can stay? And be my little sister?" Judith exclaimed.

	Martin nodded and hugged her. After Maggie was tucked into bed, Judith joined Martin and thanked him in a much different way. And then thanked him yet again.

	Martin awoke with someone bouncing on the bed. Cracking his eyes open, he first saw a pair of miniature buttocks jiggling as their owner bounced up and down. With his eyes fully open, he saw a quite naked Maggie happily jumping with Judith watching. When she saw that Martin was awake, she spoke to the younger girl.

	"Okay Maggie, now we'll get you ready for Martin."

	"Wet pee-pee!" Maggie giggled and immediately dropped to her back and opened her legs. 

	Her tiny cunny was plump and inviting and Martin could feel his cock stir. But Judith didn't mean for him to...did she?

	Judith grinned when she saw his look.

	"Remember when I said Tori showed me how to do stuff with her? Tori did it to me and then we both did it to her. It's like when some of those girls in the Japanese comics do it to each other and make each other cum. Tori says that making Maggie wet and getting her to cum will make it easier for you to have sex with her. She's a REL and can stretch without hurting if you're real careful."

	"Judith, I want a wet pee-pee." Maggie called.

	With Martin observing, Judith licked Maggie's round little cunny until the bald surface was shiny with spit. Then she licked harder, parting the succulent labia as she plowed her tongue into the toddler twat. Maggie cooed, wrapping her little legs around Judith's head, obviously having done this before. This position opened her sex even wider for her preteen lesbian sex mate to orally maul her. Judith was a very loud eater, hungrily slurping at Maggie's cunt. Maggie turned her head as she was being eaten, locking her eyes with Martin's just before an orgasmic seizure hit her.

	Judith had Martin lay back as she lifted Maggie over his erection. Eyeing his head as it touched the impossibly small target of Maggie's cleft, he had doubts about getting in there but knew Judith wouldn't let Maggie get hurt.

	Kneeling behind the smaller child, Judith wrapped her arms around Maggie and pushed down. Maggie looked down, seeing what Martin was seeing as her chubby twat spread wide to allow Martin in. Sending the obstacle of Maggie's entrance, Judith gave her a quick shove down, enabling Martin to break the tyke's cherry.

	Maggie's face turned red and a few tears rolled down her face, but Judith kept speaking to her in soothing tones to keep the girl calm. She twisted Maggie left and right, making it easier for Martin to penetrate the four year-old's virgin cuntlet. Incredibly, he was able to get inside as the REL child's sex stretched more than normally possible. But it was still an excruciatingly vice-like fit, aided by the slickness from Maggie's lezzie-induced climax. 

	Six months ago, Martin never would have believed outside of his best dreams that he'd be driving his prick in and out of preschooler's cunny after she had been prepared by their mutual, eleven year-old lover. Even with Maggie's enhancements, he couldn't get all the way inside her, but he was pretty close. And it was deep enough for him to feel the taut walls of the toddler pussy sliding against his cock like the delicate caress of wet rose petals. Maggie's pubis bulged as the man's prick stroked inside of her and then the four year-old's tiny legs squirmed as she took her first ever helping of jism as it shot deep within her.

	"You bumped my tummy in here," Maggie said, tapping softness of her lower belly.

	Judith eased Maggie off of Martin and laid her beside him. Then she lovingly licked his cock clean while Maggie used her fingers to play with the odd stuff oozing out from between her legs. The little girl never knew her pee-pee could be so interesting. 

	Once Martin was erect, Judith straddled him and inched lower, sighing as she felt him start to enter her. Her barrier had returned during the four days she was gone, but she knew that was no obstacle and sort of looked forward to being penetrated like it was her first time. Seeing what Judith was doing next, Maggie crawled sideways onto to Martin's chest, resting the side of her head against him as she watched the nice man's hard thing disappear between her big sister's legs.




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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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