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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, April 23, 2015

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story_codes: MMMFFF+/ggggg(11, 9, 7, 5, 3), oral, anal, first, beast, bdsm, non-cons, semi-cons

story_intro: In the future, a member of the cultural and political elite has five girls created to be like sisters and to be sex toys for the privileged at his parties. The emotional bonds between the girls heightens their emotional response as each one is subjected to some unique treatment for the pleasure of their owner and his guests.




story_language: English




REL 01: Sisters

Written by madvlad


A brief explanation for those who haven't read other REL stories:

	The Replicated Enhanced Lifeform, or REL, is a laboratory grown human used for a variety of tasks - some mundane and other more exotic. Aside from their brains, REL bodies are 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 are a mix of cybernetics and human tissue.

	About five years after the first RELs came onto the market, a phenomenon occurred in which some 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.

	Some RELs have been made as children. Although they might age chronologically, they will always remain their original age in physical, mental, and emotional maturity. 

	Society has become divided over whether RELs deserve human rights or are simply property. Legally, they are only property and are at the mercy of their owners.

	Brad Myerson hummed calmly as he entered the lobby of CBM Industries. One of the handful of companies with the capacity and license to manufacture RELs, Custom Bio Manufacturing had been Brad's choice because of their reputation for boutique line of RELs for the discriminating client. And Brad's tastes were very discriminating - to the point of being illegal in this case. But he had the financial resources to ensure that he got what he wanted and made sure he stressed that he was willing to "pay fines in advance" for his request. It was a polite euphemism for a bribe, but Brad no illusions otherwise.

	Perhaps a minute after he announced himself to the receptionist, a young woman in business attire fetched him. He was escorted to an office done in neutral tones, from the colors and medium grade art prints to the furniture. There, a fussy-looking man at the desk motioned for him to have a seat.

	"Good afternoon, Mr. Myerson," the man began. "I am Elliot Lorenz, your account processor."

	"Mr. Lorenz," Brad replied with a slight nod of his head. 

	Lorenz had not introduced the two men standing behind him to maintained expressions on their faces as bland as the office dcor. Following suit, Brad did not acknowledge them.

	"Now then, Mr. Myerson," Lorenz continued as he tapped at the pad on his desk. "I'm afraid there is a rather grave mistake with your application."

	"Oh?" Brad queried, raising an eyebrow incrementally to show curiosity, but not alarm.

	Lorenz straightened in his chair, his stiff posture attempting to convey an air of authority.

	"Your request is in violation of the Bramstead Act which explicitly states that RELs cannot be cloned. You have acknowledged in writing your adherence to the law and yet you have deliberately tried to commit a violation."

	The purpose of law had nothing to do with morality although it was advertised as such. The government's concern was in taxation. Each REL had to have a unique DNA sequence so that it could be tracked for tax purposes. If more than one REL was genetically identical, the owner could cheat the system.

	After fixing Brad with a stern look of disapproval, Lorenz gestured to the two men standing behind him.

	"Mr. Heffler and Mr. Quisenberry are with the Federal Counselling Service. They will escort you to a facility for proper rehabilitation until the service deems that you are fit to return as a productive contributor to society. Your thumb, please."

	A few decades earlier, the Federal Counselling Service had been created to ease the perennially clogged court system. For many offences against the government, the guilty were detained for counselling over periods of weeks or years. Since these places were not officially prisons, despite their rigorous security and monitoring protocols, there was no need for trials as the offenders were "rehabilitated" instead of "serving sentences". It was rather efficient and was in perfect keeping with the Revised Constitution to protect the government's right to collect taxes.

	Lorenz held out his pad and Brad pushed his thumb against the blinking green square on the screen. His print and DNA would be instantly registered. When Lorenz glanced at the pad, his demeanor abruptly changed. Turning, he showed the pad to Heffler (or maybe it was Quisenberry, Brad didn't know which was which) who nodded and exited the room with Quisenberry (or perhaps Heffler) in tow.

	"An EF of sixteen," Lorenz gushed. "Well, that's something I do not see every day. My apologies for the earlier confusion. Had I known..."

	Brad held a hand up to forestall any further apology.

	"No problem. It's not like I have the number stamped on my forehead," he replied good in good humor. "Although it wouldn't be a bad idea for those at three or below."

	Lorenz laughed as he rose from his desk and politely held his hand toward the door.

	"Please, let us finish your consultation in the client lounge."

	Brad quietly followed Lorenz, confident in his protected status. As the government had increased the scope and depth of its laws and regulations over the years, it had reluctantly recognized that even its own high officials and their selected groups could not remain in compliance with everything. 

	The solution had been the creation of the Enlightenment Scale. For those who were sufficiently enlightened as to the need of proper government and who stayed within the bounds of acceptable obedience, they were deemed to be enlightened and above the need to be subjected to certain laws. The average citizen had an Enlightenment Factor, or EF, of five or six, which meant they were under full scrutiny of the law. 

	Troublemakers could be lowered to four, which meant they were on probation and monitored more closely. People released from counselling were usually at this number. Those at three or below were subject to pre-emptive counselling, which meant they could be taken into custody by the Federal Counselling Service at any time for rehabilitation. 

	With an EF of sixteen, Brad had little to fear. This didn't come from his wealth alone (although that didn't hurt). He had studiously avoided being too conservative or too liberal and donated to the proper causes in various ways. For over twenty years of adulthood, he had meticulously elevated his EF to the lofty level where it sat now. When it had reached fourteen, he felt confident he could submit his REL request. But he played it safe and waited a few more years until he could act with near impunity.

	As he sat in the plush chair of the lounge, Brad suppressed a salacious grin. In a mere three months, the fun would begin. 

	Three months later, Brad's delivery arrived. Although they were genetically identical, each of the females had been halted at different points in their early growth. According to their programming, the five girls thought they were sisters. Indeed, with two years in physiological and mental age between each girl, they did appear to be siblings with strong resemblances. 

	As Brad requested, they were all blonde-haired and blue-eyed. To save confusion, he had them named in alphabetical order so he could keep the names straight. The oldest was Adele whose eleven year-old body was beginning to bloom in the chest. Those small mounds would never get too large as her age was permanent, but Brad had also requested a certain modification there to add to his fun.

	Next was nine year-old Brianna whose slim body was well-toned like a gymnast. That would be tested soon enough. Candace, the seven year-old, was programmed to be shy which would make her reactions to some of her experiences priceless. Five year-old Dakota was curiously looking about at their new home and gave Brad a friendly smile.

	The youngest was Emma. The three year-old's hair was done in pigtails and she huddled next to Adele who had a comforting hand on her shoulder. While all of the sisters were made to be emotionally close, the bond between the eldest and youngest was especially so.

	"Now girls, I am going to be hosting the first of many parties in which you all will play an important role with the entertainment. Now each of my servants will prepare you, so go with them and remember, any misconduct will reflect on you all."

	When a woman tried to take Emma, the little girl wrapped her arms around Adele's leg. 

	"Please," Adele asked. "Let her stay with me."

	"No," Brad replied. "She has some lessons to learn and I need to show you what will be in store for her."

	Reluctantly, Adele helped the woman pry Emma's arms from her and watched as the sniffling tot was carried away. Brad motioned her over to a video monitor.

	"Do you know why you're here?" he asked.

	"To serve you. You're our master," she replied evenly, just as her primal programming dictated.

	Brad knew he had at least five years before their personalities might evolve from the constraints of their programming and wondered if he'd have their brains wiped or not. The possibilities of the latter were delicious but he could make that decision later.

	"So what do you know about sex?" he asked casually.

	Adele's brow furrowed as she considered this. Absently, she tugged at her shirt.

	"It is used for human procreation," she recited. "And sometimes used among adults for recreational purposes."

	"Ah, but not just adults," Brad corrected. "Let me show you what kinds of things little Emma has in store for her. Mind you, these girls in the videos are older than she, but her tiny REL body should be able to stretch and heal quickly enough."

	Adele didn't understand why a three year-old would be used for sex. But by the time Brad's video was done, the preteen was pale and anxious. 

	"Please don't do...those things to her," she begged. "She won't understand..."

	"Then which of your sisters should get this?" he countered.

	Adele shook her head mutely.

	"Then this is what I propose," he said with a leer. "You let us use you as we wish - no matter how much it hurts and no matter how disgusting, and I'll let you feed little Emma. Only you can feed her and if you misbehave, she'll go hungry. Do you know how you'll feed her?"

	"No."

	"Really? You've been pulling at your shirt since you got here as if something's wrong."

	"I'm sorry, it's just my chest feels funny. I..."

	Adele was silenced when Brad abruptly yanked her shirt up. As she hadn't been given a bra to wear, her small breasts jiggled from the violent action. 

	"You'll feed Emma with these little milk bags of yours," he said as he squeezed a mammary until she yelled.

	A drop of white beaded out of one pink nipple. Dabbing it onto his finger, Brad put it in his mouth and closed his eyes as he savored the eleven year-old's breast milk. He had made sure she was modified to lactate.

	"Yummy," he remarked and then locked his eyes on Adele. "Now we don't want to deprive Emma of this tasty tit juice, do we? Oh, and don't worry, all of your sisters will be busy girls this weekend.

	Had Adele known the algorithms of REL programming, she would have been perplexed by the way her emotions conflicted with her base programming of obedience. The woman who took her to a room to wait was a REL, as were all of Brad's servants. When the girl begged the woman to help her find Emma, the woman was surprised.

	"You are to stay here until they are ready for you," the servant chided. "We obey."

	"But she's my sister. She's only three years old!"

	"She is being trained. And we obey," the woman repeated, matter-of-factly.

	Hours later, the worry was gnawing at Adele's gut, becoming more physically painful that the growing pressure in her modest breasts. She could hear the sounds of muffled conversations somewhere else in the house, occasionally punctuated by a burst of laughter. The woman servant returned and calmly told Adele to undress.

	Once Adele had stripped, the woman took her by the arm.

	"Wait, what do I wear?" she asked.

	"Nothing," the woman told her without sparing her a glance. "It would serve no purpose."

	When they arrived in a large room, guests turned to look at Adele. The hot gaze of their eyes drank in the prepubescent girl's nudity. Uncomfortable, Adele tried to cover herself with her hands before she was admonished by Brad.

	"Remember - it's either you or Emma," he warned.

	Adele dropped her hands to her sides, wincing as people commented and handled her body.

	"Nice little tits," a woman said as she rolled the pad of her thumb over the eleven year-old's nipple. "I understand they're getting juicy."

	"Perfectly smooth," noted a man as he cupped the girl's vulva.

	"Her hair is longer and her eye color is different," another man announced. "But she reminds me of that little bitch from the place we go slumming. You know, the one who got loose last month."

	"Did they ever find her?" someone else asked.

	"No, but she couldn't have got far. I mean, she's a REL kid who only knows how to take dicks in her."

	"She could be in an underground sex club," a tall brunette woman purred, her hand stroking her crotch at the thought.

	"Risky for a club owner," Brad pointed out. "She'd be unlicensed which means untaxed. That's a major felony."

	There were nods and murmurs of agreement. 

	"And it's not like she'd be doing anything much more extreme," the man who had first mentioned the escapee. "Hell, I was there the night she got out. She was a regular with the dogs and she got her cunt knotted."

	"Then maybe she's in a kennel now," said a senator who's sixth term was guaranteed since he had just received an exemption via a Senate vote from having to run for re-election.

	That one earned him a round of genuine laughter.

	Brad turned to the man who had brought up the escaped REL.

	"The good news, Steve," he said. "Is that you'll get another dog show tonight."

	Following Brad's gesture, a male REL stepped forward and positioned Adele on her hands and knees. She had been listening to the conversations with growing alarm. Her only experience with sex had been from the explicit videos that Brad had made her watch. In desperation, she had hoped he was only trying to frighten her into behaving. But when the servant smeared something greasy between her buttocks, her pulse accelerated as she tried to grapple with what was in store for her. 

	She heard a light jingle of metal behind her that might have sounded cheerful had it not been the tags on a German Shepherd as it was led to her. Straining at the leash, the hound scrabbled at the carpet as he saw and smelled the young girl positioned in a manner he knew well. Adele choked out a sob as the dog's furry belly slid over her back and felt something hard batting at her rear.

	The onlookers collectively held their breath as the servant helped guide the dog's erection between the preteen's supple buttocks. With a mighty lunge, the hound lanced through Adele's anus, pounding the young girl's virgin ass while she squalled in pain and indignity. The thick sounds of slapping flesh were mixed with appreciative noises from the partygoers as they watched the eleven year-old's first sexual experience - the anal rape by a trained dog.

	The child's ass gripped the canine prick that repeatedly stabbed at it. The high-speed rutting continued unabated as the dog was unconcerned by the noises its bitch was making. Suddenly, it stopped and Adele moaned as she felt thick spurts of animal semen invading her rectum.

	When the dog was led away, Adele could feel the air tickling at her gaping hole as the slimy oozed from her violated channel. She hoped they would let her wash but another dog was brought to her and soon she was enduring more animal rutting in her ass.

	By the third dog was pounding in her bottom, Adele was growing mentally numb. That was until she heard Brad calling Emma's name. Turning toward his voice, she saw a little figure dressed in form-fitting black latex. The only parts showing were the mouth, a pair of golden pigtails protruding through holes on either side of the hood, and the tyke's huge blue eyes.

	But even the suit did not cover Emma modestly. The child's round buttocks were lewdly caressed by the stretchy material and her plump toddler snatch was displayed as a bulging camel toe. Unzipping his fly, Brad sat and opened his legs as he pointed his hard-on at the three year-old.

	"Show us what you learned today," he said.

	Immediately, Emma trotted between his legs and bent forward. As she was sodomized by another dog cock, Adele wept as she saw the little blonde pigtails swaying as Emma used her mouth on the man.

	"Take it all," Brad coaxed as if he were a father trying to get his child to finish her dinner. 

	Emma forced more of her face over the hard rod as she had been taught. She was having trouble getting it into her throat until Brad helpfully pushed on the back of her head until his cock was embedded into the preschooler's throat.

	RELs could last much longer without air than humans and Emma demonstrated this as she deep-throated her master. Brad lifted her body onto his knee and the tot never lost her oral hold on him as she was repositioned. Her tiny mouth was like a wet vacuum cleaner on his prick. The man squeezed her little rump before sliding his hand between her legs so he could molest her latex-clad pussy.

	Emma squirmed as the man made her cunny feel funny. But like a good girl, she kept sucking and working her tongue on one part of the hard meat while the rest fucked her straining little throat. Brad's cock quivered and Emma felt hot liquid pouring down to her belly. When Brad pulled her off, she sucked in a deep breath of air.

	The three year-old didn't understand why she had to do what she had been taught but it didn't matter as all she needed to know was that she had to obey. If she kept doing it, she would get her reward. Her master seemed pleased with her and then let his friends play with her.

	Soon, she found herself dangling upside down with a coffee-colored prick pointing up just below her face. The man holding her legs lowered her and she opened wide for her dark treat. While the man raised and lowered her to give her a thick face fucking, she heard people remarking what a wonderful little slut she was and that made her suck even harder.

	When she was passed around again, she saw Adele without any clothes on. A big dog was pushing at her and Emma wanted to know what was going on, but it was impossible to speak as another prick was shoved into her warm little mouth. She was lying across someone's lap and felt her legs being spread. Another man started gnawing at her baby pussy through the latex which made her get very wet there.

	Although the sight of Emma being orally used was heartbreaking, Adele could not keep from watching as yet another red shaft of dog meat slammed in and out of her straining ass. By now, she became familiar with the feel of something wider on the penis as it battered her bruised buttocks. The width grew while she was being fucked and she was expecting to start feeling it again when something else happened.

	She grunted in surprise as the thing began to swell inside of her. This wasn't supposed to happen but the thing continued, stretching and tearing her as it became locked just inside her anal ring.

	"Help!" she screamed. "It hurts! It's in me!"

	"Hey, she got knotted," Steve yelled. "Look at her."

	The smooth and sleek preteen's body, gleaming with sweat, struggled vainly beneath the shaggy form of her latest canine rapist. Adele was panicking, weeping pitifully as she felt the hot leakage of her blood inside her torn rectum. The dog turned around so that it was rear to rear with the girl and spewed its doggy jism into her wounded bowels.

	Afraid Emma would be frightened by her response, Adele managed to control herself and searched for her sister. The good news was that Emma seemed unaware. But the reason was because the child had her head buried in a woman's crotch - the tall brunette who had earlier fantasized about some other REL girl being in an underground sex club. The woman was grasping Emma's pigtails, crooning to her as the three year-old used her sweet little mouth on her twat.

	Then her vision was blocked by Brad, who squatted so he could talk to her almost face to face. 

	"In another twenty minutes or so, the knot will deflate and you can get another lover. You know your sister, Brianna, is one hell of a cutie. A regular piece of art - do you know what I mean?"

	In her dog knotted agony, Adele was unable to speak.

	"Nungh," she croaked, shaking her head.

	"Well, here she comes now."

	As Brad stepped away, Adele saw a stainless steel frame being carried and hung on a wall. She didn't understand the colorful thing in the frame until she realized it was Brianna. The girl was tightly bound spread eagle to the frame. Her body was completely colored in vibrant tattoos with only a little bare skin still showing on her face. 

	Brad bowed as his guests marveled over the living piece of art. So tightly bound was she that only the rise and fall of the nine year-old's flat chest with the nipples tattooed gold as she struggled to breathe. For an awful moment, Brianna's eyes locked on Adele. By silent communication, the little girl was wondering what she had done to deserve this and why her older sister was naked with a dog.

	But then her attention was riveted to an odd contraption that was wheeled in front of her. It had a motor and gearbox with a long shaft extending upward. The end of it was bumpy and phallic shaped. While Brianna didn't understand its purpose, Adele felt sick as it was adjusted until the tip was nudging between the girl's bald cunt lips which were currently dyed electric blue and purple.

	People crowded closer but Brad made sure that Adele had a good view as he pressed one button. The shaft hummed and Brianna's eyes widened as it vibrated against her pussy. 

	"See how her clit is reacting," Brad said after a minute, pointing to the nubbin as if he was conducting a lecture.

	The bound little girl murmured helplessly as her forced arousal made her cunny drool onto the shaft head.

	"Look at that - she wants it!" the senator cried.

	With a flourish, Brad pressed a second button. The motor started, slowly driving the shaft into Brianna's lubricating snatch. The child screamed as her hymen was ripped apart. The shaft continued to spear into her, making her virgin pussy grossly expand as it was filled. Her smooth pubis swelled from the girth filling her sex tube, making the green lizard tattooed on it move.

	"Damn, that's a lot inside of her," Steve remarked as the shaft neared the end of its thrust.

	"She's a REL, they can take that much," Brad pointed out. "Very stretchy cunts on them."

	"I love science," another guest breathed.

	Now the shaft pulled down, bloody from the nine year-old's ruptured virginity. With a relentlessness that could have been matched by many of the humans in attendance, the machine continued to fuck the tied child. With her cunny stretched, the girl quieted, now only moaning as the vibrating, bumpy head continued to plunge into her saturated little twat.

	"She sounds slurpy," the brunette who had Emma still eating her noted.

	Indeed, Brianna's moans were beginning to take on a different tone as her immature sex responded to the mechanical copulation. Her breath became rapid and her noises anxious until she uttered a confused wail.

	"Brianna!" Adele called, still interlocked with the dog.

	"Now don't worry," Brad soothed. "She just had her first cum. You may as well get used to it because this motor will be running all weekend. She'll certainly have to get used to it, too."

	The dog suddenly pulled free of Adele's ass and she could feel the copious slime draining from her bung hole. 

	"What a mess," Brad remarked. "We'd better plug that up."

	Less than a minute later, Adele endured the lusty thrust of another hound in her aching and slippery young ass.

	Not long after, a cart with a huge covered tray was wheeled out. Two servants slid the tray onto a linen covered table and then, at Brad's command, removed the lid. Lying naked with her wrists and ankles clamped to the tray was Dakota. The child squirmed and the guests quickly noticed a small buzzing device that was slid into her clitoral hood. The result was a constant trickle of fluid seeping from the small, bald cleft between her legs.

	Surrounding her were piles of delicacies - meats, fruits and vegetables, and candies and cakes. The little girl rolled her head from side to side, trying to understand what was happening to her cunny and why she was being served for dinner.

	"Senator Halliburton," Steve called. "I know you're partial to kindergartners and Dakota is of the right age. Even if she has never been to school, she is something of a gourmet chef when it comes to marinades. Would you mind being the first to sample her product?"

	The leering politician selected a skewer and slid several chunks of beef on it. Although red meat was severely rationed by the Federal Dietary Enforcement Agency, those members of society who were sufficiently enlightened apparently had little to fear of any medical effects of some prime steak.

	When the last piece covered the pointy end of the skewer, the senator expertly spread Dakota's hairless folds apart with two fingers. Uncomprehending, the tot whimpered as the meat was inserted into her; slowly at first. With a fierce jab, he rammed the entire thing in, seemingly impossible given the size of her childish pussy mound and her small frame.

	Dakota wailed as she was cruelly penetrated but it did not deter the man as he punched the kebob in and out, twisting it as he did so. When he pulled it out completely, he tore a chunk of steak off with his teeth.

	"Just how I like it - blood rare," he declared.

	As the continuously canine-sodomized Adele helplessly watched her sobbing sister, she saw the juices trickling from Dakota's tiny snatch were now stained with crimson. A blond woman leaned over and licked the child's wounded cunt.

	"Aw," the woman simpered. "She's sad because she lost her cherry. Don't worry, little thing. RELs always grow them back. But in the meantime..."

	The woman took a cherry from a fruit arrangement and pushed it into Dakota's oozing twat. She quickly followed with more until the five year-old's cuntlet was stretching uncomfortably with the cherries. She let the girl writhe for a minute before she took the bald twatlet into her mouth. Sucking a cherry free, the woman stood, licking her lips as she tasted the pussy-basted treat.

	"Delicious," she announced and stepped aside to let others get some of their government suggested daily allowance of fruit. 

	When Dakota's cunt was once again emptied, other food was stuffed in there to sop up her flavor. Unable to watch anymore, Adele hung her head only to lift it a moment later when she screamed. Another dog had just knotted her ass.

	Adele had no idea how much time had passed when Candace was brought out. Like three of her other sisters, the seven year-old was naked. Embarrassed by how the adults were leering at her, the girl covered her vulva. 

	"Now, now," Brad chided. "You must learn to share."

	Two REL servants tied the girl to a frame facing upward and her legs spread widely. Before she had strapped to the frame, Candace had seen what looked like a banana protruding from Dakota's cunny. 

	Adele was also naked and Candace saw a dog push something red and long into her sister's rear. Adele only grunted as the animal sawed in and out of her prepubescent body. Although she couldn't be sure of such things, it also appeared as if her oldest sister's small breasts were slightly bigger, as if swollen. They swayed as the hound did its strange thing in and out of Adele's rump and a couple of small white drops of something escaped the pink-tipped mounds.

	Hearing other girlish moans, Candace turned her head to see Brianna, who had been so nice and protective of her when they were sent to their master's house, mounted to a frame on the wall. Some metal thing was pumping in and out of her garishly colored sister's cunny and Brianna was making some odd noises. The peculiar metal rod was shiny and dripping wet, as were the nine year-old's hairless pussy and smooth thighs.

	Candace wanted to tell these people to stop looking at her but couldn't muster the nerve. Then a tiny figure in black appeared between her legs. Despite the covering, Candace could tell from the blue eyes and protruding pigtails that it was Emma.

	"Make your sister ready, Emma," Brad ordered. "The wetter she gets, the easier it will be for her."

	Emma had seen Brianna and Dakota cry when things got put in their little slits the first time. Now they made funny noises a lot. She didn't want Candace to cry so she diligently put her tiny mouth to the seven year-old's hairless pussy and nibbled and licked her sister's mons like it was ice cream.

	Shocked at her baby sister's actions, Candace tried to writhe free, but the straps held her fast. It wasn't nice of Emma to put her mouth there because...because...well, it was kind of nice. Noisily, Emma lapped at the secretions from her sister's twat. This meant Candace was getting happy.

	When Brad tapped Emma on the head, she turned to look at him with her innocent blue eyes while she licked some of Candace's cunt drippings from her lips. 

	"That's a good slut, Emma. Now that nice man over there has something for you to suck."

	Eyeing the erection protruding from a corporate CEO's open fly, the toddler scampered over and went to work. The man was well-lauded for his work with children's charities and had plenty to donate to Emma's cause.

	Kneeling between Candace's outstretched thighs, Brad pressed his cock head against the girl's soft mound.

	"Time to share," he told her before he launched his prick into her virgin snatch.

	The fragile membrane shredded as he brutally filled the seven year-old's cunt. Emma had made her slick and the defloration made her even more fuckable. The little girl's previous embarrassment was forgotten as she could only focus on the hardness driving into her tender hole. His cock squeezed in and out of the child's tight sheath, her immature pussy mound splayed around his shaft and rimmed with crimson from her torn maidenhead.

	People crowded to watch the bound seven year-old's defilement. Brad raped the crying girl with lusty thrusts, cheered by his guests until he pounded his semen into her body. Despite Candace's resistance, it seemed to Brad that her snug cunt hole tried to tug every last from from his balls. Every surge of semen he felt racing through his cock made the little girl jolt.

	Sated for the moment, he pulled out and watched the mess plop from her hairless twat. Wiping himself off with a linen napkin offered by a servant, he grinned at the stunned child.

	"So you don't forget how to share, we'll keep teaching you all weekend."

	Candace tried to make sense of this and understood fully when the next man pounded his prick into her little snatch.

	Having swallowed the CEO's wad, Emma found Brad kneeling next to her.

	"I know you've eaten a lot of cum, baby girl, but you're still hungry, aren't you?"

	Emma nodded, rubbing her latex-covered tummy. She hadn't been fed all day and even what the men and women put into her didn't help much.

	"Since you've been such a good mouth slut, why don't you let Adele feed you? Do it like you were taught - just like a little puppy."

	Emma got to her hands and knees and crawled over to Adele, who was anally servicing a large collie. Plenty of guests eyed her latex-clad little rump hungrily as it moved. She crawled under her sister, hungrily eyeing the swollen little titlets. Fastening her mouth to one of the eleven year-old's engorged nipples, the toddler began to nurse greedily. Adele's milk was very satisfying and Emma was happy that her big sister would feed her at last.

	Adele was conflicted as she felt the pressure easing from her aching breast. She was humiliated to be treated like a cow like this in front of everybody - and on top of what the endless parade of dogs was doing to her. She thought her ass and legs would never be clean of all the stickiness that was accumulating.

	But as her baby sister's mouth milked her, Adele did feel the pain in one mound dissipate. And she had to admit it also felt good as her nipple had hardened nicely in the three year-old's mouth. With the maelstrom of thoughts and emotions battering her mind, she concentrated on the fact that Emma wouldn't go hungry. 

	And neither would the guests feeding on the twat-buttered treats from Dakota's pussy. And neither Brianna nor Candace thought of feeding as their pussies were continuously mauled as the sun came up. And when it fell again, a yellow shaft of light at just the right angle momentarily blinded Adele just as a canine load of jism re-coated her rectum. But Adele's thoughts mainly were on her full titties again and she wondered how soon they would let Emma come back to nurse.

	"I know it's awkward not to have a dog's dick in your ass, but you can get up now," Brad said on Sunday afternoon. You've been waiting there for an hour after the last one. But we can't give you another dog - you wore them all out."

	Stiffly, Adele stood. Emma had fed again a couple of hours earlier, so she wasn't sore there for the time being. Brad told her that Emma was sleeping and that Dakota and Candace were being bathed. As Adele watched Brianna being removed from the frame, she noticed that her tattoos looked duller than before. Brad remarked on this.

	"The problem with tattooing RELs is that your kind heals quickly. In this case, the ink is absorbed and fades out. But that means your sister is a clean canvas for the next time."

	"The next time?" Adele whined.

	Brad laughed.

	"Of course! I didn't make this investment just for one weekend."

	Adele swallowed hard, wondering what else was in store for she and her sisters. But they were RELs and they must obey...shouldn't they?



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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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