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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, January 06, 2015

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story_codes: MM/g(5), dog/g(11), F/gg, beast, non-cons, cons

story_intro: A continuation of REL - A Dark Classroom: Tegan's ordeal as a rape toy for her owner and his friends reaches a new low when she is taken to a sex club where she is shown new perversions she is to endure. When the opportunity to flee arises, it carries risks and other things she could not have imagined.

story_language: English





REL Dark 02- Escape

Written by madvlad


Note: This continues after REL: A Dark Classroom

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.

	It was a good crowd, as always, at the club. All manners of sex shows were performed here - most of them quite brutal. But since the beings on the receiving end of any abuse were always RELs, everything was quite legal. All the same, anyone who was well-known in respectable circles usually rented a private suite so they wouldn't be seen in such a sordid environment. 

	Any RELs who weren't performing were available for the customers' use. Others, such as Brian, paid an extra cover charge to bring their own plaything. A REL who was permanently five years old was kneeling on the floor in front of the man seated next to him. Her lustrous red hair gleamed in the hot lights as her head bobbed up and down. The man sighed as the girl pleasured him orally, gripping the sides of her head.

	His index fingers rubbed behind the girl's ears, feeling the three very small bumps that marked the interfaces where a REL's mind could be wiped or altered. It was kind of a power trip thing some humans liked to do - feeling those areas as if to remind RELs they were nothing more than chattel.

	With a hearty grunt, the man came in the child's mouth, holding her head over his prick. Without resistance, she swallowed everything. Satisfied, the man pushed her away and ordered another drink.

	"Come here, Tegan," Brian said.

	The girl climbed onto his lap, whimpering slightly as he probed and pinched her nude little body. Brian owned many RELs, thirteen of them being five year-old girls. His original twelve routinely had their minds wiped to suit the degenerate desires of him and his friends and clients. Tegan had been his most recent acquisition after she had been owned by a marketing team for seven years. Although new owners typically had their RELs wiped, Brian had seen signs of self-awareness in the girl and thought it was maliciously fun to keep the child enslaved like this. Every rape - and there had been many in the month since he had received her - remained burned in her memory.

	Pushing Tegan forward onto the table and resting on her belly, Brian used some lube (there were always different types at each table, much like condiments) to grease up her asshole. The girl jerked whenever he jabbed her extra hard, which was always a turn-on. No matter how many times she had been fucked, her orifices (which were capable of stretching much further than any human's) always shrank back to their normal size.

	"I want you to watch this next girl, Tegan. This is something we're going to have to try with you."

	Tegan gulped. Any ideas this man had for her usually involved a great amount of pain and humiliation. While her owner slid is cock along the cleft between her tiny ass cheeks, she watched as an older, short-haired blonde girl was led on stage. The girl was already naked, her vulva hairless and her breasts just beginning to bud. Tegan would have preferred not to watch but knew that turning away would lead to even more punishment for her.

	"Sharon's eleven," Brian explained. "She's just like you - never had a mind wipe and knows all about getting fucked in all kinds of nasty ways."

	Tegan could tell by the girl's manner, the haunted eyes wet with tears and the uneasy fidgeting. Sharon might not know what exactly this evening's how had in store, but she knew it would not be gentle. When a man fastened and locked a dog collar on her, Sharon's head slumped as the crowd roared.

	Two men put the girl on a padded frame, strapping her wrists and ankles and leaving her in place as she was on her hands and knees. A bull mastiff was led on stage and the crowd started chanting "Manny, Manny!"

	Sharon wept and gritted her teeth as she felt the hound's forepaws on her back as he moved into position. The man sitting next to Brian added some commentary.

	"Sharon was last on stage a week ago - got gang-raped by some well-hung black dudes. It took her this long to recover, so her cherry's grown back by now."

	"Tegan's had her cherry popped three times," Brian chortled. "She screams as loud as she did the first time."

	Tegan shuddered at the memory. A REL's ability to heal remarkably from severe injuries was also a curse as she was subjected to all kinds of sexual torture only to be healed and ready for more in a few days.

	"Here we go!" Brian cried as Manny's penis found Sharon's twat. 

	The hound lurched forward, making Sharon scream as she was mounted. At the same time, Brain rammed his cock into 	Tegan's dainty bung hole, making the redhead wail. The five year-old's soft rectum wrapped his engorged member snugly as he made it stretch painfully.

	Blood from her ruptured hymen squirted from Sharon's bald cunt, pouring down her legs as Manny furiously copulated with her. The girl struggled in her bonds, unable to not struggle although she knew her efforts were in vain. Manny pumped his thick red canine pick into the preteen's aching cunt to the cheers of the audience. 

	The dog was used to the cacophony and it didn't distract him as he continued mating with his young human bitch. But on one thrust he stopped and Sharon went pale and silent.

	"She's knotted - look!" the man next to Brian called. 

	Sharon gagged as the dog's knot swelled inside her injured pussy. From this table, Brian should see the eleven year-old's smooth pubis swell painfully from the engorged dog flesh buried inside. More blood trickled from her stretched snatch hole as she tore a little more. 

	The sight turned Brian on and he sodomized his anally punctured tot with even more brutality. One particularly hard thrust drove the wind from Tegan. At that moment, her eyes locked with the girl's on stage. They shared each other's torment briefly, each knowing the other couldn't help. 

	Manny lifted his leg and turned his body around while remaining interlocked with the helpless girl - an instinctive move to protect himself from predators while mating. Sharon shook and groaned as the dog came, forcing huge wads of semen into her small and already over-stuffed cunny. The embedded knot would not let anything escape as the girl had to endure the pressure until Manny's knot deflated fifteen minutes later.

	During that period before relief Sharon gasped and wept while her pussy remained sharply expanded. She saw the little redhead pinned to the table, crying while a man roughly sawed in and out between her jiggling, lily-white buttocks. When the child's eyes suddenly widened, Sharon knew she was being inseminated. When the man pulled out, she saw the blood mixed with his semen and knew quite well how the salty goo would sting the wounds of a ripped ass tube. 

	When Sharon finally felt Manny's knot relax, a hot gush of pinkish dog jism splashed down her already stained thighs. The little red haired girl had been turned over and now another man was rutting in her childish cunt, making the bald, milky white mound grotesquely as her tiny sex was mauled. Sharon knew the girl's torment was only starting, just as hers was when two more dogs were led forward for her to service together.

	
Hours later, Sharon was struggling to walk as dog jism still oozed from her torn asshole and throbbing pussy. More if it was caked around her mouth. The man holding her leash padlocked the end to a ring in the wall. Dangling the keys in front of Sharon to tease her, he hung it on a hook on the opposite wall. There were several other RELs in the room who could get it, but they were ones who were routinely mind-wiped to keep them docile. None of them had the will to get them as they were left on the floor, untethered. Having the means of her escape so close was just another torture.

	Sharon leaned against the wall, wincing from the scratches on her back from her multiple four-legged partners tonight. Although she knew it to be fruitless, she called out rather than surrender.

	"Can someone get those keys? I want to get out of here."

	Although also foully abused, the other RELs looked at her as if she was mad. Sharon slid her legs up and crossed her arms over her knees before resting her forehead there. 

	Lost in her hopelessness, she didn't recognize the sound of the keys for a minute before she raised her head in disbelief. The red-haired girl was standing with them. Sharon had seen some of the child's rapes and had pitied the girl for her small size. Her legs were stained much like Sharon's and she sported bruises around her nipples. The five year-old's bald mound was sticky and her mouth was similarly stained.

	Darting her eyes to make sure it wasn't a trick. Sharon snatched the keys, fumbling until she had the right one and freed herself. She did the same with the smaller ones until she unlocked the collar around her neck. She had been kept at the club for years and knew just where to go next. But during her first step, a small hand grabbed her leg.

	"I want to go to," the girl said.

	Sharon was about to ignore her but realized that she couldn't leave another girl who was trapped like her. The girl's actions in getting the keys and wanting to go told Sharon that she hadn't been mind-wiped either. 

	"What's your name, kid?" Sharon whispered.

	"Tegan."

	"Okay, Tegan. You have to do what I say and don't make a sound."

	Tegan nodded solemnly and followed Sharon to the wardrobe room.

	Sharon knew they couldn't very well run out into the night stark naked. With limited choices to choose from (the laundry was overdue), she selected a frilly party dress for Tegan. One of the shows involved a little girl all dolled up only to have her pretty dress ripped from her as she was raped. Sharon wondered if Tegan's owner was planning to use the girl in this type of act and she thought it fitting that Tegan should use the dress in her escape.

	Bypassing the obvious S&M ware, Sharon chose a spandex Little League baseball uniform for herself. She had been in a locker room rape act with a "coach" on more than one occasion. 

	From there, they walked to the kitchen, slipping out a door to a loading dock. Sharon had no idea where the club was in the city or where to go to next, but leaving the club was the first and best thing. Taking Tegan's hand, she led her off the premises and the two girls slipped into the seamy blackness of the inky night.

	
"So what are a couple of RELs like you doing in a place like this?"

	Sharon and Tegan had been huddling in an alley while the older girl tried to figure out their next move. Tegan was pretty helpless and looked to Sharon for guidance. But Sharon's only trips outside of the club were when she had been rented out to well-heeled customers. When the car was traveling, the driver was up front while Sharon was in back with the customer; her face buried in his crotch as a starter. She had no idea how to survive on the streets or where she could go - her only burning need had been to get away from the club.

	When the voice asked the question, the startled girls spun around. A young woman dressed in a leather skirt and vest with high boots was looking at them with an eyebrow cocked.

	"Um, we're not RELs," Sharon lied.

	The woman burst out laughing.

	"The hell you aren't," she said with a smirk. "You two look like you came out of central casting for a pedo show in those outfits."

	Tegan didn't understand the comment (in fact, she rather liked her pretty dress), but Sharon's face fell.

	"Please," the older girl said to the woman, "Don't tell-"

	"Whoa, relax," the woman said. "I've got my little bumps, too."

	When the woman rubbed behind her ears, the girls understood.

	"So do you have names?" she asked.

	"Sharon."

	"My name's Tegan," the redhead said, pleased to have met a friend after her horrific month of captivity. "I'm five years old."

	"The name's Tori," the woman replied, eyeing the girls. "How long have you been around?"

	The question meant how long they had existed - at least since their last brain wipe. Sharon replied that she thought around eight years. Time was meaningless, though, as she would remain eleven in mind and body forever.

	"I was with nice people and then a bad man got me," Tegan explained sorrowfully. "Then I helped Sharon and we ran away."

	Tori doubted a five year-old could explain how long she had been around previously, but if she had escaped, then she must have become self-aware on a higher level. She motioned for the girls to follow her.

	"You won't last long out here," she said. "I have a few places where some friends and I can stash you until we can move you out."

	"You girls are hot property," Tori told them the next night. "The word is out."

	The girls were dressed in more mundane clothes and were in a rundown but clean apartment where Tori stayed. Her pimp thought it worthwhile since some better paying customers preferred to be indoors instead in a street or car. Some other RELs, men and women who worked the streets like Tori, had stopped in to see them. Sharon understood what they did and had asked Tori why they didn't run away.

	"Some do," Tori said. "But our options are limited. But if our pimps don't think we're causing problems, they leave us be and let us earn for them. It gives us a hell of a lot of freedom. And we've started a network to help ones like you."

	"So where will we go?"

	"I'm thinking we'll have to split you up," Tori said as she removed her make-up. "You'll be more noticeable if you're not together. There was a four year-old we placed a week ago with a guy who rescued another REL girl from a riot. But I don't want to flood him with more."

	Sharon looked at Tori curiously, having perked up when the woman mentioned rescuing another child.

	"I don't want to go to a man," Tegan stated. "They're scary."

	Tori had noticed the younger girl's reluctance to be near even male RELs. 

	"Didn't you know any nice men before you were sold?" she asked.

	Tegan hesitated and then nodded.

	"There were a couple of guys who would rent me," Sharon said slowly. "They were okay. They didn't do the stuff that hurt and even made me cum. But I know why Tegan's scared."

	"I know what you mean," Tori agreed. "I've had some real monsters but I've also got some regular johns who treat me so good I almost feel bad I'm charging them. Almost."

	"I want to stay here and help you help other RELs," Sharon stated. "Especially kids."

	Tori appraised her for a while and then scratched her chin.

	"You might work at that," she said. "But we'll have to wait a while - let you grow your hair and maybe dye it so you don't get recognized. As for Tegan, I know a guy who may get her out in a few days once we set up someone out west to receive her. It's been done before."

	Tegan curled up in a ball and whined. Tori knelt next to her and stroked the shiny coppery locks.

	"Don't worry, he's a good guy - and he's even human," she told the child. Then she smiled in a way that was both sultry and mischievous. "But we have a few days and I think I need to do a little therapy with you - both of you."

	Sharon knew the look - there were women who came to the club who liked little girls, too. She was surprised that Tori would be that way too but then understood this was part of the woman's evolving and true personality. A friendly wink and a lick of the lips from Tori made Sharon feel a little tight between her legs.

	Tori always moved quickly - it was the nature of her existence. In way, she supposed, she was performing a service to the girls. It was recently that she had taught a nine year-old REL named Judith, who was the one she spoke of earlier, the joys of Sapphic love. She communicated with the girl regularly and found Judith's descriptions of her romps with her rescuer quite titillating. 

	During the time Judith had temporarily left her refuge to get to know little Maggie, the four year-old, Tori had successfully encouraged Judith to seduce the smaller child. Although Tori preferred to be in on the action, she had masturbated herself to climax repeatedly while watching the nine year-old use her fingers and mouth on the tyke, making Maggie quiver and moan while her tiny body was loved and driven to orgasm. It was only then when Tori had some fun of her own with the spunky four year-old between her sessions with Judith.

	While Tori would have preferred to do the same with Sharon and Tegan, she had limited time. They all went to sleep before sunrise in keeping with Tori's working hours. By noon, the woman got up and slipped into Sharon's bed for some lunch. 

	The girl was startled a bit but not terribly surprised. A veteran of the sex trade, she had read the desire in Tori. Used to being forced to be the passive partner, she willingly took the role again, letting the woman taste her mouth with her tongue before she slowly moved downward.

	Sharon's tiny breasts had often been the focus of torment from her abusers but she felt short of breath as the first tender mound was lovingly pulled into Tori's mouth. Tori took her time, kneading the flesh with her lips while lazily swirling her tongue over the skin. It was only when Sharon was arching her back to feed her prepubescent juglet to her new lover that Tori concentrated on the now stiff and erotically sensitive nipple. 

	After spending an hour on the child's breasts, Tori ventured further. With the same patience she had already shown, she lapped at Sharon's hairless pussy, delighted to taste the girl's fluids that were already oozing from her slit. With more ferocity, she attacked the eleven year-old's sex, plowing her tongue inside and nipping at the clit.

	Sharon clutched at Tori's head, churning her hips frantically until she came. Silently, she thanked the woman with her eyes but Tori was not nearly done. Hearing Tegan stirring from the sound of Sharon's lustful cries, she slid a finger into the blonde's cunny, stirring and poking it inside while she slowly moved her mouth back up the girl's body. By the time she re-captured a childish tit, she had added a second finger inside the preteen's, hot, gobbling cunt hole. 

	Tegan walked over to the bed and watched as Tori made love to Sharon. Having seen and experienced plenty of violent sex, she understood that this was different. Sharon moaned as her sleek young body writhed beneath the mature figure of the woman. When the girl's breast popped free of Tori's mouth, it was shiny with spit and the nipple was noticeably erect. Intrigued, Tegan wet her finger and toyed with one of her tiny niplets, cooing as it started to stiffen.

	Tori heard the girl and turned and smiled. So did Sharon. As Tegan watched, Tori and Sharon shared a passionate kiss, opening their mouths to show their dueling tongues as Tori brought Sharon to a thundering climax.

	Stretching an arm toward Tegan, Tori welcomed the girl into the bed. Now Sharon watched as Tegan learned how sex could be something much different than she had known. It was long before her milky white torso was covered in saliva, her nippies erect as she squirmed on the bed. Her small legs were wrapped around Tori's head as the woman devoured the five year-old's bald little cuntlet, sucking hard on her plump mound before fucking her with her tongue.

	Although Tori knew the child's tunnel could stretch to accommodate a man, she found Tegan quite tight around her tongue as she flexed it. Using every bit of her skill, Tori manipulated her mouth muscle inside the five year-old's gooey honey hole until the tot humped her pelvis against her face, shaking as her first ever orgasm gripped her. 

	As the afternoon shadows grew long, the three of them played in the bed. Sharon learned how to give Tori pleasure in the woman's favorite ways and then the pair of them simultaneously enjoyed the delectable little feast of Tegan's cuddly body. 

	Producing a vibrator, Sharon made lively love to Sharon once again until the girl collapsed in sated weariness. More gently, she introduced it into Tegan's tiny pussy in slow, measured amounts to give the girl time to adjust. Wary at first of the big object pressing against her hairless cunny, Tegan discovered how magical it was to have something stuffing her little hole in just the right way. 

	After she came, Tori told her of another way to experience a climax. Tegan paled at the idea, but listened as Tori told her how it could be done.

	Sharon and Tegan were watching vids at two in the morning when Tori came rushing back to the apartment. They were surprised because she said she would be back until six or seven. Somewhat reluctantly, Tori broke some good news.

	"One of my johns - one of the really, really good guys - also helps us smuggle RELs out of state. He's a long distance trucker. We were having breakfast in a motel room - you wouldn't believe the fun we have with maple syrup - when I got a message that Tegan had a place in Wyoming. Jake, my guy, is getting his truck loaded for Boise, Idaho. That means he's passing through Wyoming on I-80. It's somewhere along there where Tegan will go."

	"When?" Sharon asked.

	"In a couple of hours - Jake wants to be out of the city before the morning rush. This is sooner than I expected, which kind of sucks."

	"Why?" asked Tegan.

	"Because I wanted to have more fun with you," Tori winked, making the girl giggle for the first time since they had met.

	
Wearing a hooded sweatshirt to cover her noticeable hair, Tegan arrived with Tori at the shipping center. Tori was carrying a grocery bag and it appeared as if a wife and child were seeing the man of the family off on his next trip. Tori spirited the girl into the cab of a diesel tractor and settled her in when the door opened. 

	A bearded man in his mid-forties wearing a battered St. Louis Cardinals hat got in and shared a long kiss with Tori. Noticing the small pale face regarding him, he stuck out a large, strong hand in greeting.

	"Hello, Miss Tegan," he said in a rumbling voice. "I'm Jake, your knight in shining armor."

	"Are you really a nice man?" she asked.

	"Of course I am - unless you're a Cubs fan, but I suppose I can tolerate that."

	Tegan looked confused but Tori gave her a reassuring smile. Carefully, Tegan put her small hand in Jake's meaty paw and allowed him to shake it.

	"Yeeowww!" he said when he let go. "Easy with that grip, I gotta use this thing to steer, you know."

	While he held his "injured" hand and moaned theatrically, Tegan smiled back at Tori. The woman hugged her and then exited the cab. Checking that Tegan was buckled in, Jake waved at the dock foreman. Getting a thumbs-up, he rolled away from the dock. Tegan was small enough that she couldn't be seen from outside. She stared in awe at the lighted buildings towering above the truck and was still craning to look out the windshield as the land grew light with the sun rising behind them. 

	Lacking a child's seat, Jake later gave her a pillow to sit on so she could see better as they put more miles between them and New York City. Jake had a love for all kinds of rock-n-roll and sang along to various tunes on his music deck as they went westward. His singing voice was pretty bad, which Tegan found highly amusing. As they rolled through Ohio, Jake played Bruce Springsteen's "Born to Run" over and over until Tegan learned the lyrics, although she mangled them with her five year-old interpretation of some of the words. Jake didn't mind that one bit as the two of them sang their way through the re-worked song as they left Toledo.

	"We'll be in Wyoming, tomorrow," Jake told her as they lay down in the sleeper area in the back of Jake's cab. "We'll stop when you know where we need to."

	Tegan was going to miss the man. He had never tried to touch her with anything but a friendly pat or to hoist her up and down from the cab when they stopped. So she had no reluctance to snuggle next to him in the dark one last time as they were each only in their underwear.

	"But I don't know where to stop," she said. "Don't you know?"

	"Nope, but don't worry your pretty little head about that. Anytime I've run a REL somewhere in the country, they suddenly had a way of knowing when we had to stop. You'll know."

	Tegan remained awake even after she heard Jake snoring. She removed her panties and put her fingers in her crotch. Moving them like Tori had taught her.

	
Jake was having a good dream - a damn fine one until the tough of a wet tongue on the head of his prick told him it was no dream.

	"What the...hey! No!" he mumbled.

	In the red, night-time lamp's illumination of the cab's interior, Jake could see the girl. Tegan had his member in her small hands and had licked him to full erection. Jake knew from Tori that the girl had suffered some pretty nasty stuff and was surprised that she had taken the initiative.

	"Tegan, you don't have to do that anymore," he said, hoping she would stop. But he was also reluctant to move away from her.

	"But I want to do it with you because you're a nice man. Tori talked to me and...please?"

	Jake wondered just what the hell Tori had told her. There were plenty of things he didn't understand and, to be honest, he liked females of all ages. He had never had anyone close to being this young, though, but there was something in the girl's expression - pleading but determined - that made him keep his mouth shut.

	When Tegan tugged on his boxers, he slid them off. The girl was naked when she climbed on top of him and pressed her quim against the length of his shaft. She was quite wet there as she moved her hips to slide back and forth. As he hardened, the pressure against her hairless vulva was firmer and she cooed happily.

	After a few minutes of this, Tegan slid forward until her snatch was resting on his glans. She leaned forward and rested her body against the man's hairy chest. Staring at him with apprehension and a little stubbornness, she used her hands to slide her body back. Jake's head spread her soft labia until it rested against the small ring of her entrance. 

	With a determined squeak, Tegan rammed her body back, forcing her portal open as it pushed onto Jake's glans perhaps halfway. The man didn't dare or say anything as the little girl kept pushing herself further onto his meat, her tiny pussy tube gradually opening around him as she was penetrated a fraction of an inch at a time. Jake knew from Tori that a REL's vagina could stretch amazingly, but he was still in awe as his cock became engulfed in the little girl's slippery twatlet. Every time she pushed back, she made one of her little squeaks from the effort. He imagined that her cunny might also squeak as his prick wedged deeper and deeper into her.

	Tegan had most of his dick inside of her when he felt her cervix against his tip. When she tried to move forward, she had trouble.

	"I'm stuck," she announced.

	Jake found this comical and arousing. 

	"Do you want me to help?" he asked, getting a nod.

	He placed his hands on her rump, completely enveloping the bubbly little orbs. Tegan wriggled her hips and smiled, indicating that he liked the way he was holding her. As she lay on top of him, he slowly moved her back and forth, actually hearing her pussy gurgle thickly as his cock eased in and out of her warm, tight hole. When Tegan tried to press with her hips - no easy task for a five year-old stuffed with a cock in her snatch - Jake understood what she was trying to do. It was a trick that Tori had done before.

	Keeping his hands on her ass, he pressed the girl tightly to him, making her clit rub against him as she desired. Coupled with the thick cock massaging her taut little sex tube on the inside, Tegan moaned as her cunny heated and lubricated even further.

	Back and forth she was moved, getting her tiny sex aroused until her climax hit, making her mewl and shudder on the man's cock. Panting, she looked Jake in the eyes.

	"Tori said I should cum with your cock in me. Did I do it right?"

	"I should say so," Jake chuckled. "Can I cum in you?"

	Tegan nodded and braced her hands on his chest as she raised her torso from him. At this angle, they could both see where their bodies were coupled together with Jake's thick shaft buried between the little girl's legs. Tegan's bald cunny mound was spread apart, her labia hugging around the girth. Reaching to the wall, Jake turned on a small lamp meant for better illumination inside the cab. He wanted a better look at her.

	When Jake resumed the slow movements, he could see fresh juices bubbling from Tegan's cunny, polishing her stretched mons and his prick. He wondered how anything could escape the tight seal she had. It was if he had another layer skin on his member, wetly sliding over the outer surface.

	"Ah, ah, ungh, ah..."

	Tegan gasped with every stroke, her mouth hanging open. Whether from her orgasm or from this additional contact, her nipples were stiff, jutting from her childish chest in tiny points. Having this aroused, juicy little tot riding him was too much and Jake let loose, slamming the five year-old's organs with his sperm. 

	In the past, such ejaculations added to Tegan's horror and violation, but this felt different. In her simple way, she didn't mind this man claiming her in this way.

	"Did I do that right?" Jake teased.

	Tegan gave him a shy smile and remained in her leaning position until he eased her off of him. Grabbing a towel, he dabbed at her crotch until she was clean. When he tried to wipe himself off, Tegan leaned in and began using her tongue. Her little warm licks quickly brought him erect again - much to Jake's surprise as he thought such recovery was something he had lost years ago. Tegan continued this for several more minutes before she clamped her mouth over his glans. 

	She slid her mouth up and down as far as she could comfortably go; this being the first time she didn't have a partner who was trying to jam himself down her throat. Using her hands on the rest of his length, she coaxed another helping of semen which she swallowed and sent to warm her tummy. 

	As his head fell back against his pillow, Jake sighed.

	"I've never taken any payment for running you people out to safety, but if I get any more sweet little things like you, I'll definitely start working for tips."

	The next morning was crisp and sunny as they continued west on the interstate. As she took in the scenery, Tegan announced that she was going to be a cowgirl and ride a pony with a pink and purple saddle.

	"Are you going to herd cattle and chase off rustlers?" Jake asked.

	"No, I'm going to ride a pony. That's what cowgirls do," she replied matter-of-factly.

	The sexy little bedmate from last night was gone and Tegan was just like any other five year-old in the light of day. Jake chuckled.

	"Well, I'm glad to see you've got your career planned out instead of just jumping into it like some people do."

	Pleased with her plan, Teagan readily agreed. She was calling out potential names for her new pony when she suddenly stopped.

	"Oh!" she exclaimed as she rubbed behind her ears.

	"Did you get a tingle?" Jake asked.

	"Yeah, I never felt that before."

	"Mm. That's how they send out a signal to find you - don't know about the science of it. It looks like we get off at this exit here."

	Jake pointed the truck to the downtown of a small town not far from the exit. It looked rustic but also had a plethora of art galleries and bistros.

	"It looks nice," Tegan observed.

	"Kind of artsy-fartsy," Jake opined. "Me, I'm just more of a fartsy kind of guy."

	"Oh! It did it again."

	Jake stopped the truck. Usually the second signal meant they were to stop. Getting out, he went around to the passenger side and lifted Tegan from the cab. 

	"This is where you get off, little lady," he told her. "Someone will be here pretty quick."

	When Tegan held out her arms, Jake bent down and gave her a hug. Tegan responded with a peck on the cheek. Looking around, Jake didn't see anyone obvious, but he was sure they were being watched. Whistling, he went back to his side of the cab and got in. As he did, a fairly new SUV pulled up and a couple got out. Jake figured the man was in his early forties and the woman, a tall blonde who filled out her western jeans quite nicely, was in her mid or late twenties. 

	The woman gave Tegan a warm smile as she knelt in front of her. They spoke briefly before Tegan suddenly hugged the woman who put her arms around the girl and held her tightly. It was evident from the look of bliss on the woman's face that it had been another successful run. The man gave Jake a brief wave and a genuine nod of thanks which Jake returned with a finger to the bill of his ball cap. He didn't know if the couple were human or REL or one of each - and didn't see much of a difference either way.

	Putting his truck in gear, he maneuvered back to the highway and continued on his route.



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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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