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story_codes: MMM+/g(11)), drugged, gang bang, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Erica thinks she has been selected to do a modeling shoot. Near the end of a session with normal clothes, her photographer reluctantly asks her if she'd be willing to do one last set in a bikini. It's just a few photos and she even gets some ice cream to have while wearing it. And then she has a little more ice cream and she's thinking that maybe the bikini is too much clothing now...


story_language: English





Scream for Ice Cream - Test Model

Written by madvlad


	Trent's former ice cream route had delivered one more treat. Not that he was selling ice cream anymore since school began again, but one of the girls he had scouted was now about to start a new career. Of course, Erika thought she was starting a modeling career but her actual job track was going to involve more cocks than cameras.

	She was from a different neighborhood than Laurie and Kaylee, the sisters they had snatched earlier. Those two were presently ensconced in an exclusive pleasure spa just outside of Las Vegas and were quite popular with clients either solo or together. The group that Trent and Brad worked for wasn't about to grab someone else from the same neighborhood they had already fished from as it might allow police to tie the disappearances together.

	"Okay," Brad called as he peered into the camera's view screen. "Turn your head toward me...a little more...good. Now chin up just a bit...perfect."

	The camera clicked a few more times as the blonde smiled in its direction. Erika was a nice find; eleven years old with a slender body that was just beginning to bud. She was a good-looking kid but not model-gorgeous. Gene, their resident chemist, had noted that her nose was a tad too big and her mouth was perhaps a little too wide for modeling but it would do well when it was opened around a huge dick.

	So far, the clothing that Erika had modeled today was usual stuff for girls her age - nothing too daring or risqu. She had naturally been a bit nervous when she was approached by Brad about doing some modeling but was too in awe at being considered to refuse. Her home life wasn't great and neither was her neighborhood. If this meant a chance at some fame and good money, of course she should take it. 

	She was becoming more comfortable in front of the camera as Brad and his assistant with the lighting, a quiet man named Bo, positioned the lighting. Neither of them seemed like weirdos and she had a private changing room with a door she could lock for privacy when they wanted her in another outfit. 

	Mostly, her clothing had been dresses and skirts (not too short) and blouses. There was one set that had her wearing something more athletic but the shorts were baggy and they had her wearing a t-shirt under the loose basketball jersey so that the low-cut sleeveless shoulders wouldn't show any side view of her new breasts.

	"Hey, we have one more thing we'd like you to try," Brad said. "If you don't want to do it, that's fine. We'll still pay you in cash and will get in touch with you if we want to do more work with you."

	"Sure, I can do it," Erika insisted, not wanting to risk her chance at something better. 

	"It's a bikini," Brad sheepishly explained. "Not the sort of thing we usually do but the company that's contracting us is looking into doing swimwear and they want some test sets to gauge buyers' reactions."

	Had they wanted her in a bikini straightaway, Erika would have been nervous or might have refused. But they had been perfectly polite all day and seemed reluctant about having her wear the swim suit. This was her chance to show how professional she could be.

	"No, I can do it," she said emphatically.

	"Cool, it's in your changing room," Brad replied. "I'll call Maryanne and tell her it's a go. She'll be pleased."

	There was no Maryanne, but making Erika think there was a woman involved in the request put any chance of nervousness from her aside.

	Standing before the mirror, Erika surveyed the results. It wasn't a super-skimpy bikini - she wasn't sure if she would have had the nerve for that. But it was a bikini - the first she had ever worn. Turning sideways, she analyzed her butt. No, it wasn't fat and hanging out of the bottoms. They were slightly curved out like they had always been. Some girls grew out more when they got a little older than Erika was and they could make their rear ends sway in a way that guys liked. But four months past her eleventh birthday, Erica had a kid's behind.

	Even more critically, she eyed her bust, what little of it there was. 

	She sighed. Her tits were growing in but they failed to make the top of her bikini fill out completely. When they started to grow, she would surreptitiously find objects and compare her developing mounds to them. 

	Earlier this week, she had liberated a tennis ball that a neighbor's dog liked to play with and held that next to her shirtless and braless chest in the bathroom while she observed the results in the mirror. Yes, they were coming along; maybe a bit less in size of a half tennis ball and about the same in shape. 

	With a deep breath, Erika went to the door and walked out into the room where Brad and Bo waited.

	As always, they were professional. Sure, they complimented her on her appearance in the orange bikini but made no more fuss about that than they had any other clothing she had modeled. After a few shots, however, Brad stopped.

	"We should make this more summer-like," he mused. "We could go to Cancun and shoot on the beach, but that would kill our budget."

	Erika giggled. 

	"Props," Brad said as he snapped his fingers. "Bo, do we have any more of those ice cream pops?"

	"Sure," Bo replied easily. "But I had the last chocolate one before Erika came over. Hey, Erika, do you like vanilla and caramel?"

	"Sure, but should I eat it while I'm modeling?"

	"Why not?" Brad interjected. "You don't just hold up ice cream, right? You eat it. We want this to look natural."

	Erika accepted an offered ice cream from Bo and strutted about sucking on it while Brad shot away. The vanilla was ultra creamy and the caramel was nice and sweet. She felt nice and sweet, too, and the thought made her giggle. But then she was down to the stick and all the good stuff was gone.

	Then there was Bo - good ol' Bo - with another pop. When she took it, her fingers brushed against his and she felt fluttery inside. Her posing became bolder, cocking her hips in the way she saw models do. Feeling increasingly daring, she bent forward while sucking on the ice cream - unaware of how Brad was reacting to the way her lips caressed the pop. 

	She knew that leaning in would show a little more of her cleavage. Except that she didn't have enough there to have cleavage. But it perhaps showed more of the swell of her sprouting titlets. 
When she straightened up again, some of the melting ice cream shifted and fell. It hit her chest between the small triangles of her bikini and splattered there. Brad was still shooting and the surprised look on her face, complete with wide eyes and her mouth in a near-perfect "O", was priceless. Had this been a legitimate modeling shoot, it would have been the best shot.

	As Erika tried to wipe the small mess away, she wanted to touch that area more. Shen she brushed her fingers against it, it made her breast feel larger, more swollen somehow. And the fluttering in her belly was going lower down her body. She felt...was this what it was like to be sexy?

	Brad knew. Gene's latest concoction was working as promised. Not only were the drugs working inside Erika, but also where they were making contact on her skin. Her breathing was heavier and he could see the tiny points of her erect nipples poking from the inside against the shiny orange of her bikini top. 

	"Just do what comes naturally to you," he urged in what he hoped was a calm voice. "You're really on. This is what happens when the best models make the cameras love them."

	Feeling pleasantly feverish, Erika wanted to be loved. And she wanted to be touched. On purpose, she let more ice cream drop on her chest. Then she even drew a heart there with the tip of her pop. Mmmm...it felt good when she rubbed it into her skin.

	Gobbling the remainder of the ice cream, she posed more saucily for the camera. As she did so, she rubbed the sticky cream all over, even daring to slide her fingers under the cloth covering her young boobs. 

	Ooooohhhh...it felt nice there. Working the cream there, she wasn't even aware of how her tongue was protruding out as she fondled herself in front of the camera. Brad never said a word and kept shooting.

	Her nippies were hard! She giggled and found a little drop of cream that she had missed and touched it to her left areola. Her next breath was sharply sucked in with a hiss. If only she had more...

	And there was Bo, her man with the ice cream. After licking it enough to make the end soft, she swirled it over her chest. Her bikini tops were pulled outward to allow more of this. Good, more boob for the camera as the interior or each sprouting breast was now fully exposed as the edges of the bikini cups barely clung to her nipples. 

	She accidentally brushed her tummy with the ice cream as she considered her suddenly much more interesting little tits. It even felt good on her belly! Being quite aware of the flutters that had migrated to her loins, Erika knew where the ice cream would have to go. She was such a sexy model.

	Purring, she smeared more of the melting goo all over her abdomen. Brad was pretty cool about it, not admonishing her for the mess. So why not test the waters? Giving the man a naughty grin, she put some ice cream on her fingertips and slipped her hand inside her bikini bottoms. With no hair to intrude, the adulterated cream seeped into the pores of her vulva. 

	"Oh my God!" she gasped. 

	Bo, so polite, slid a beach recliner behind her. Erika immediate sat on it. Wriggling, she put her whole body on the furniture and then spread her legs. Once in position, she attacked her smooth cunny with a vengeance, kneading the girl flesh as the heat rose inside. Her kitty felt so sexy with melted ice cream on it. The best part was inside her slit where she had two fingers rubbing and...

	"Aaaunnngghh!"

	That was her clit. A couple of times, she had previously worked up the nerve to lightly play with the little button that other girls had said was so important. It had felt good but she had been a bit unnerved to go further. The thing was stiff and she could even feel it barely poking from underneath the hood of skin where it usually hid. 

	"It might feel better if you take that off," Brad suggested.

	Of course it would. Erika quickly skimmed the orange bikini bottoms off and spread her legs for the camera again. Oh! He was taking pictures of her naked down there. Something inside thrummed and she felt strangely wet inside - further than her fingers had gone with the ice cream.

	Biting her lower lip as this needful pressure arose between her legs, Erika massaged her bald snatch for the man and his camera. When she shifted her body in reaction to her arousal, she moaned as the orange triangles pressing against her barely covered booblets ground against her engorged nipples.

	That wouldn't do. As she touched the swimsuit top, she paused. She didn't have much there and guys like this would want to see big tits. Still, she wanted to release them from their fabric prison.

	"Do you wanna see my tits?" the horny preteen asked.

	Pausing to swallow some spit in order to moisten his throat, Brad nodded.

	"Sure," he replied in a reasonable, if slightly scratchy tone. 

	Erika yanked her bikini top up, leaving it bunched under her arms as her budding mounds with her small but jutting pink nipples were exposed for the first time for a man. She squeezed them for a moment, making the nipples expand. Then she released one so she could put one hand between her legs where she urgently needed attention.

	"Hey," Brad said. "You want to see my cock?"

	Erika dumbly nodded. That was so cool - he was going to show her his thing! An hour ago, she would have screamed at the idea of such a thing but everything was so much finer now. And there it was! She had seen pictures of them before but here was a real live one. Oh - and he was touching her place with it.

	Having an eroticized eleven year-old squirming in front of him was all well and good - but Brad wanted this girl squirming around him. He was kneeling at the foot of the recliner and had his dick head planted between the kid's hairless pussy lips. The same chemicals that had put her in this condition would also be absorbed somewhat into his skin. Not that he needed any help but the stuff would help him recover his erection even quicker.

	He heaved his body forward, breaking the child's cherry and discovering the soupy grasp of her virgin pussy behind the shredded membrane. Erika mewled as she was opened and then mumbled and writhed as the man's hardness penetrated her prepubescent twat. 

	It was where she needed to be touched, she knew that now and she felt like she was floating as Brad's prick slid in and out of her slick, overheated channel. She watched as his member disappeared and reappeared from her spread cunt lips. There were some red trickles where they were joined and she vaguely wondered if it was someone's blood. But it was the pounding inside her snug twat what she was feeling when Brad's penis sank out of sight that had her primary attention. It was....it was...

	"Are you fucking me?" she asked, her eyes making her look even younger as they widened in wonder.

	"Yep," Brad truthfully answered as he worked his cock inside the strong clasp of preteen's sopping cunt flesh.

	"I've never been fucked before," she stated.

	"Have you ever sucked a dick before?"

	When Erika shook her head, Bo knelt beside the recliner.

	"Well," Brad told her. "My buddy, Bo, will help you with that."

	Bo put his hand on top of Erika's head and turned it so that she was facing his stiff offering. Erika stared at it for a moment. Good ol' Bo, always ready for whatever she needed. She leaned toward it and opened her mouth. Ummmm...it felt good in there and her tongue treated it like an ice cream pop. She kept her lips closed around it as Bo moved her head back and forth.

	Watching the newly-devirginized girl contentedly suck her first penis, Brad worked his own tool like a piston, stroking inside the squeezing passage of eleven year-old's gooey snatch and making her thrash while she came. Relentless, the men continued unabated as her young body became a sexual plaything. The sixth grader's sprouting titlets jiggled and her erect nipples, now more reddish in color from the blood coursing inside of them, bounced like tiny fruit. Before the day was done, they would be well taste-tested. 

	Brad's balls were churning in near agony before he succumbed and blasted his sperm inside Erika. The youngster hummed as she was inseminated; feeling the liquid heat drenching her immature organs while slurping and orally pulling at the wonderful thing in her mouth.

	After Bo fed her cream of a different variety than the stuff she had taken from the pops, Erika was repositioned on the recliner. Now on all fours, the preteen girl remained still while Brad inserted himself into her mouth. She immediately sucked on him, crooning around the meat when Bo's prick squeezed into her dripping, succulent little pussy. As they started driving their meat into her, Erica had her second climax and felt the stirrings instantly start anew. 

	Erika had cum yet again when felt her uterus being seeded once more while Brad's jism was sliding down her busy gullet. When the men stepped back, she saw they all had company. Among the men was a fat man with a beard whose smiling countenance looked like something to be found on a proud father. Next to him was a younger man she needed a moment to recognize. 

	Ah yes, from the summer.

	"Ice cream man," she cooed. "I had some really good ice cream."

	"It's Gene's special recipe," Trent replied, pointing to the grinning round man. "I think he's pleased with the results."

	"I want some results, too," she said as she fingered her hairless snatch, making the semen gurgle as it escaped around her digit.

	To Erika's delight, all of the newcomers were very, very ready and able to meet her needs.

	"Whew," Brad breathed as he and Gene went to the van to bid Erika farewell.

	"Complaining?" Gene smirked.

	"Oh no," Brad insisted. "You know how dedicated I am to my job. But it's been a hellacious three days and she still needs it."

	They stopped in back of the van whose rear doors were still open. Inside, Erika was still nude and, as usual, had two dicks slamming her at once. Doing a quick count of the crew in the van, Trent wondered if six would be enough to keep her happy until she reached her new home.

	"Bye, Erika," he said as he closed one door. "I hope you like Miami."

	"Yeah, Gene added as she shut the other door. "But if you stay like that, be sure to wear plenty of sunscreen."

	The van motored away and Gene suddenly looked stunned.

	"What?" asked Trent.

	"Sunscreen," Gene answered as he stared into space. "Imagine what I could do with that."



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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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