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story_codes: MMM+/gg (11,8), non-cons, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: Two young sisters share a rough life working in their dark-spirited father's tavern. Eventually, they also fall prey to customers whose rapacious desires find targets in those fresh little bodies.


story_language: English





Serving Girls

Written by madvlad


	It was said that Edgar Turnbow was easily one of the meanest creatures in that area of New York City in the decades during and after the Civil War. He owned an inn with a tavern on the first floor and hotel rooms above. It was close to some of the more fashionable areas of the city - close enough to avoid utter disrepute but far enough to rest in the shadows rather than the luster of the better places.

	For reasons no one could fathom, he married a woman of a much gentler nature. Friends worried about Mary (she had no family in the city to worry after her) living with such a creature as Edgar, but she managed to somewhat blunt his sharper character flaws. While certainly no warm-hearted saint, he did reform as much as could be expected - even more than expected in many quarters. Gone were the working girls who rented rooms by the night for their assignations and with Mary in the kitchen, the food served became quite reasonable. The bedding in the rooms was clean and the place had a little lightness to it. 

	Mary also bore Edgar two daughters; Elisabeth, or Liza as she was known, came first with Anne following three years later. Edgar was an indifferent father to the girls but Mary cherished them. She had made them each a rag doll and sometimes surprised them with identical outfits for each one. But when a sudden illness took Mary from the world, the darkness in Edgar's heart spread to everything in his life. 

	Several rooms once again became the dens of prostitutes. Liza and Anne, nine and six at the time, were pressed into service as scullery girls and doing other odd jobs their father angrily thrust upon them.

	Two years later, Liza was refilling mugs of beer at a table filled with seedy men whom the two regular waitresses often avoided out of fear. They were regulars, spending much money earned through dubious methods. One of the whores was trying to ply her trade with them, but they had often used all of the usual girls here and were fed up. An ill-shaven man clouted the woman to the floor and growled at Edgar.

	"Is there any decent cunt to be had around here, Edgar? These bags with their saggy tits and worn-out boxes are no good except for catching a disease or three. If we go elsewhere, so does our coin."

	"They come and go as they please, Bob," Edgar replied. "I ain't got the time or patience to be their boss - I just collect their nightly room rent. What do you want - for me to open an advertisement in the fucking Times?"

	"How about a bit of an article in the society page bemoaning the poor state of cunt in your establishment?" another man asked, drawing laughter from his mates and a sour (or more sour than usual) look from Edgar. 

	Bob grunted and regarded Liza as she filled his cup. With a sudden move, he grabbed her chest through the fabric of her shapeless dress. The girl yelped as he squeezed one of the small swellings that had begun in the few months since her eleventh birthday.

	"Now here's one who's just coming into her own," Bob noted. "Hey, girl, you got any hair down there, yet?"

	"What?" the girl asked, becoming tearful as the man kept squeezing her.

	"Between your legs, girl. Any hair on your cunt?"

	"N-no."

	Bob sniffed once then spat on the floor, discharging something from his nasal cavity he hadn't cared for.

	"No matter," he said. "At least you ain't got lice for me to bother with."

	The other men chuckled lowly, regarding the frightened girl with oily looks.

	"What about this one, Edgar?" Bob called. "Can we have a go with one of your serving girls?"

	"She's my daughter," Edgar growled.

	He was about to say more when he paused and walked over to the table. Taking Liza by the chin, he tilted her face up to meet his, unfazed by the tears leaking down her cheeks.

	"Didn't know you were growing tits," he said. "If that's the case, you'll have boys sniffing around and you'll spread your legs for every one of them. No sense in letting you give away what I can get money for."

	"Papa! Please!" Liza cried before the man slapped her. 

	"Time for me to get some worth out of you," Edgar coldly told her. "Bob, you and your boys can each have a throw at her - regular price you give the girls."

	"Yeah, but we have to break her in - so half price," Bob countered. 

	"Full price - she's clean and fresh. And you damned well know you'll find nothing like her," Edgar said, holding firm.

	Bob grinned, revealing a mouthful of brown and broken teeth. 

	"Just funning with you, Edgar. Her little cunt should give me a nice squeeze."

	Returning to the bar, Edgar pulled a key from the row of hooks on the wall and tossed it to Bob.

	"Room Twenty-Two. Money up front," he ordered.

	Bob and others laid their money down and dragged the weeping girl upstairs. The other customers turned back to their drinks and bad food, some considering sampling the child later. Unnoticed near one wall was Anne, who clutched the broom she had been using as she watched her sister disappear. The eight year-old knew that men did peculiar things in those rooms and while she didn't understand what it was, she was very afraid for her big sister.

	"Don't be shy, girlie," Bob crooned while the others sniggered. "Show us all the goods you've got."

	Liza was too petrified to move until Bob leaned closer and spoke in a less friendly voice.

	"I ain't telling you again."

	Liza knew that tone well from her father and unbuttoned her dress. When she moved too slowly, Bob yanked it open, sending the rest of the buttons skittering on the rough wooden floor. Another quick movement with his hands and her dress was pulled to the floor. When she tried to cover herself with her hands, two of the other men pulled her arms wide. Naked, the eleven year-old trembled as she stood before the men.

	Rough hands pawed her little breasts, pinching the nipples and squeezing her tender flesh. The girl's immature mounds would be bruised by morning.

	Wetting a finger in his mouth, Bob pushed it between the hairless folds of her cunny, making the girl gasp as her privates were invaded. 

	"So you still have your cherry," the man sniggered. "I guess that's more work for ol' Bob. And for whoever has to wash the sheets."

	The men laughed as Liza was pushed onto the bed and held spread-eagled. Someone spit in his hand and used the gob to moisten the sobbing girl's entrance. Lowering his trousers, Bob placed his erection against the smoothness of her sex. Liza cried harder but that did not deter the man as he ogled her prepubescent body.

	"Just be patient," he said. "I'm going to give you what you're craving."

	The man hunched forward, lancing into the preteen's cunt and sundering her virginity. In the tavern below, Anne jerked her face to the ceiling as she heard her sister's shrieks. Some of the other customers chuckled while the others never reacted at all. Edgar delivered a sharp kick to Anne's rear to get her moving again.

	"You've got more work to do with your sister whoring upstairs," he snarled. "Now get to work or I'll give you something to scream about, too."

	After a dozen or so thrusts inside her bleeding quim, Liza's wailing subsided to a less ear-splitting, constant crying. Bob rutted with her roughly, driving his cock into the sullied preteen. Each move inward threatened to drive the wind out of her but she kept weeping as her rape continued. 

	Bob snickered as the girl's little titties jiggled as she was fucked. With her cherry ripped apart, she was a snug haven for his prick. He made a mental note to find other young girls to use - if their cunts were as good as this, he was going to be a mining baron of hairless cooze.

	"How is she, Bob?" one of the others asked.

	"Tight as a clam and just as slippery," Bob grunted as he worked his cock in and out of eleven year-old's, gripping, ravaged twat.

	He came shortly after that, making Liza cry harder as she took the forceful jets of his semen. Another man quickly took his place and the young girl endured another session of rutting as her first long night of prostitution continued.

	Word got around that there was a fresh young girl available for bedding and Edgar saw more clients in his place, drinking for hours before and after they pleasured themselves in his daughter's barely developing body.  Edgar had Liza's dress altered, lowering and widening the high, childish collar to display her bare skin and just a little of the small, budding mounds on her chest.

	Anne tried to cheer her sister up, often bringing her a breakfast of plain oatmeal in their room and putting on puppet shows with the two rag dolls they still had from their mother. Although she was often aching from the night, Liza cherished the visits from Anne which were often cut short as their father hollered for them from below.

	It was past midnight when the two young men in expensive clothes sauntered in. Although in a class several levels above this place, they were not an unusual sight. Often, young dandies on a prowl through the slums came here for cheap liquor and gash. In fact, Edgar knew they had used Liza at least twice.

	"You've got about two hours to wait," Edgar told them as he fished out a bottle of medium grade whiskey - by far the best in his place - and set their glasses out. "Liza's mighty popular."

	"Actually, we were looking to do something more, er...." one of them replied.

	"Degenerate," the other finished.

	"Quite right, Thad," the other one giggled.

	Edgar raised an eyebrow at the two. They were a couple of odd ducks and he might have thought them queer if it weren't for the fact they had banged Liza before.

	"Percy and I are looking for some new territory of the flesh," Thad explained. "Something befitting our status as libertines."

	Edgar stared at them dully, growing impatient with their fancy talk, even if they had plenty of money to leave here.

	"What we are looking for, my good man," Percy said as he leaned closer to Edgar. "Is a new girl we can depucelate."

	"De-pew...what?" Edgar asked impatiently

	"Depucelate," Percy explained. "To rid one, in this case a female, of their virginity."

	"You want to pop a cherry, then," Edgar said as he scratched a persistent itch above his ear. "Well, you're too late for Liza but if you want to find someone and bring them here, I can give you a room."

	"What about that one?" Thad suggested as he pointed to Anne as the girl stood on her toes to pour beer into a man's mug.

	Edgar's eyes narrowed as he looked at his younger daughter.

	"Why would you want to fuck her?" he asked. "She's only eight - ain't got no tits."

	"Tits are not the issue, my good man," Percy tutted. "It's about the purity for the taking."

	"You want to fuck a little girl," Edgar crudely summarized. He didn't get the attraction - at least Liza was starting to pop out some tits, but Anne was still completely a child. While he didn't understand what titillated these toffs, he knew they had plenty of money to spend and he didn't want to send them elsewhere to spend it. With cunning avarice, he calculated what he could get.

	"Since a girl with a cherry is hard to find in these parts, she'll cost you triple," he announced.

	"Agreed!" said Thad and quickly placed a pile of coins on the bar with a thump.

	"Anne!" Edgar barked. When the child scampered to the bar, he glared at her. "You go with these gents and do everything they say. If you don't mind them, I'll skin your ass."

	Turning to Thad, he handed him a key to a room.

	"One more thing," Percy said. "Do you have any lard or butter? She's going to be a rather difficult fit, I should think."

	Grumbling about the eccentricities of the men, Edgar yelled for the cook to bring some butter.

	Thad appraised the trembling girl as they went upstairs. Her threadbare dress was a bit small on her growing body and he could tell she had no development at all. But the fright of such an innocent was like a brilliant sherry before a grand meal. And her mouth, he noted, was rather lovely and full for such a young thing and he was looking forward to using that, too.

	Anne's lush little lips were everything that Thad had hoped for as he slid his prick in and out of her mouth. He was using his hips just a little and pushing the girl's head back and forth for most of the movement. 

	After they had made the girl strip, the two men had explored her meager body with experienced fingers, probing the softness of her hairless cunt and testing the firmness of her small ass cheeks. That had declared her rump perfectly delectable which the weeping girl did not appreciate.

	Percy had gone first in her mouth, making Anne gag as he cock pushed all the way to the back. But after some struggling, the girl had become passive enough to take him despite the tears flooding from her eyes.  Desperately, she looked from one man to the other, looking for a hint of sympathy that would never be there. When Percy came, he held her head firm, refusing to release her until she had swallowed his load.

	Anne shivered as the sliminess went down her throat and thought she might vomit. But the stuff stayed in her belly where her body would digest it. Thad then quickly served her another helping of meat. He came with a sigh, exploding in the child's mouth. Anne again swallowed his issue, fearing the consequences if she didn't.

	Then she was put on the bed. Having seen Liza's cunny after her nights, Anne knew the men did something awful there. And with their semen sitting in her tummy, Anne now knew the instruments they used. Despite her father's threat, she cried and begged as Percy slathered the butter on her mound, pressing it into her cleft before he followed it with his cock. The child's bald labia spread around the glans as Percy readied himself.

	Regarding the size of his manly erection against the girl's pitiably small genitals, Percy grinned.

	"How fortunate you are," he nearly sang to Anne. "To have your flower plucked before your mons is polluted with its first hair. And I have the properly sized tool to give you a whore's cunt."

	He rammed his prick into the little girl, shredding her hymen before her size momentarily stopped him. With more lustful heaves, he pushed deeper into the wailing eight year-old virgin, making her pussy stretch as he had promised until he had taken her full measure. Pulling almost all the way out, Percy thrust in again, this time taking all the length that Anne's childish twat could provide in a single thrust. 

	Percy gazed at the gush of blood that had splattered his member along with the little girl's smooth crotch and thighs. Sniggering, he turned to Thad.

	"This truly is bloody hard work," he said. "Could you please give me a - ah, there's a good sport."

	Thad handed him a glass of whiskey which he tossed back at once. Making a face, he looked at Anne.

	"Your father produces better virgins than he does liquor, but one must bear one's discomforts in good order. Still, you could at least show me some sympathy."

	Anne had no sympathy to give as the hardened thing that had ripped into her was making her immature sex tube swell to the point where she might tear even more. Percy didn't seem to care about her lack of regard for his poor whiskey as he fucked her in earnest. 

	The child's tender snatch was now oiled with butter and blood, making Percy's rape easier for him as he worked his prick in and out of her tight hole. By design, the men's oral assaults on the girl allowed them to last longer the second time around and Anne's cries were gone as the shocked child could only breathe raggedly as the man pounded into her violated young cunt. The men could hear the thick, bubbling noises of greasy virgin blood that squished out of Anne with every thrust.

	"What a musical snatch she has," remarked Thad, sending both men into more titters.

	After what seemed like ages, Percy came. Despite his earlier discharge into Anne's mouth, he had plenty of sperm to pump into the eight year-old. After he withdrew and stood, both men gazed at the child's hairless twat. It was stained and leaking more fluids from her defloration and Anne could only stare in mindless horror at the ceiling.

	"Now that is a properly despoiled little cunt," Percy remarked. "Despite my efforts to be so wretchedly improper in everything else."

	Thad agreed as he rolled Anne over and lifted her hips in the air. Humming a tune popular in the finer clubs these days, he liberally applied butter between the little girl's buttocks. In her daze, Anne didn't understand what he was doing until he pushed some butter through her sphincter. He was going to hurt her back there! Even Liza had never experienced anything like that. 

	Grasping Anne by the waist, Thad pushed his dick against her tiny bunghole. She tried to remain clenched, but that only inflamed the man more. His strength and experience easily overmatched the girl who was quickly losing strength after the stat of her ordeal. With a cry of triumph, he punched through the child's virgin anus, making Anne scream into the mattress. 

	Finding a reserve of adrenaline, she writhed beneath him, but could do nothing to stop the invasion as Thad twisted and pushed his way into her rectum. The eight year-old's anal sheath made a warm, meaty receptacle for the man's lust as he fucked with long, deep strokes into the little girl's plundered ass.

	Like Percy, he lasted much longer as he mercilessly buggered the child. His climax was punctuated in hard bursts of semen that stung at her injured tissues.

	When Thad got off the bad, he accepted the proffered glass from Percy. Anne shook as she wept, her reddened anus leaking cum along with some thin streaks of blood. Beside her, the men toasted each other on their complete demolition of a little virgin. 

	It was two hours later as the friends descended the stairs. They had each partook of the orifice the other had opened prior and they complimented Edgar on his daughter before they left, whistling in the night as they strode to one of the better clubs befitting their station.

	When Anne didn't come down, Edgar went to the room to get her back to the work. The child was moaning and crying on the bed, which didn't elicit any sympathy from her father. Noting the fluids leaking from her bruised young ass and her little hairless cunny, he knew she would be no good for working the rest of the night. Then he scowled as he looked at his daughter's ass. He should have known those dandies would try something like this along with her cunt. 

	Grumbling, he wished had charged them more.

	In the morning, Liza inquired about her sister as Anne hadn't come to their room. She could walk pretty well now most mornings although she was always still sore. Finding Anne still in the rented room and seeing the stains, Liza cuddled with her little sister, crying helplessly as she knew she could do nothing to protect her.

	The sisters' bleak existence continued. While Liza was being bedded multiple times each night, Anne did not have to endure this much. But over the next few weeks, word got around of her availability and men, often wealthier ones who were slumming and could afford Edgar's premium price for his daughter's tiny pussy, came to visit.

	Liza did what she could for her little sister in terms of comfort. Although she was getting a little old for playing pretend with dolls, she often did so with Anne as they used their matching rag dolls to imagine a better life.

	Then the circus came to town.

	Although popular with crowds of all classes, circus folk were not particularly welcome in the finer hotels. The ringmaster and principal owner, a man named Harris, had taken up residence for the week at Edgar's place and by the third night had become infatuated with the slightly blossoming body of Liza. He paid extra to have her all night and the girl learned that there were pleasures to be found in bed.

	On the last night, one of his assistants knocked on the door at two a.m. and told him the train was loaded and ready.

	"Come with me," Harris asked Liza.

	The girl hesitated. Escape was at hand but this was still the only life she had ever known. 

	"Can my sister come with us?"

	Now it was Harris who paused. Liza was a precious find and his accurate and experienced eye told him she would be quite a looker as she matured. Judging from the younger sister's facial structure and delicate build - even at her age - Harris knew she would be very slim and slight as she grew, unlike her more (eventually) voluptuous sister. Deciding that was enough to take some extra baggage, he gave his assent.

	"But be quick because we have to leave now."

	Liza went in search of her sister. When one of the waitresses gave her a room number, Liza scrambled upstairs, hoping the man would be done with her sister. But as she cracked open the door, she saw a portly man whose wife was one of the grand dames of society busty plowing his thick cock between the eight year-old's little buttocks. Anne was weeping as the man sodomized her but it didn't stop him from heaving his gross weight against her small form.

	Heartsick, Liza weighed her options between fleeing and abandoning her sister. If she stayed, though, what could she do to stop Anne's abuse? Better to leave and hope Anne could also find a way out, following her example. With tears blurring her vision, Liza went to their shared bedroom to do one last thing.

	Later, as the circus train chugged out from the station, she consoled herself with fantasies of returning and swooping in to rescue her sister.

	Anne waddled with the throbbing in her well-drilled rectum not ready to subside. When she got to her bed she stopped and stared. On the worn blanket sat both rag dolls together. With a knot her gut, Anne knew her sister was gone.

	Edgar was enraged and even summoned the police - a rarity in this neighborhood. He ranted about the loss of his daughter, blaming the lure of the circus for her stealing away in the night. While somewhat sympathetic, the police were not about to chase down a train long gone for a runaway.

	Cursing, Edgar lamented Liza's fate to the officers.

	"What kind of debaucheries will this child face in the company of such lowlifes?" asked the man who had forced his two little girls into becoming whores.

	For another week, Anne had been on her own when Percy and Thad returned. This time, they were accompanied by eight of their friends and Edgar was counting a generous stack of cash as the group crowded into a room with the little girl.

	Anne's ordeal lasted for hours with men in her mouth constantly while taking turns between her legs or in her rear. It was well into the morning when they judged her sufficiently stretched.

	One of the smaller cocked men lay on the bed, facing up as Anne was lowered onto him. The girl groaned as her little twat was impaled. Then she was pulled down, lying prone while a second man of similar modest size mounted her ass.

	She screeched as her young body was stretched hideously, her orifices tearing slightly. The blood aroused the men further as the two stroked in opposite directions, sliding their pricks in and out of her straining little holes. 

	Edgar heard his remaining daughter's cries and was getting increasingly incensed at her racket when they abruptly stopped. Glad the annoyance was done, he returned to a conversation about a potentially fixed horse race. Upstairs, the eight year-old's mouth was plugged with s man's meat while her cunt and anus were ravaged until more punishing jism was pumped into her.

	"What a whore!" Percy proclaimed as the dazed child was left on the bed, her stretched orifices leaking. The men cheered and congratulated each other on their fine work. Thad assured Anne that when she got older, she'd get the bigger pricks in her all at once. The girl was too weak and horrified to reply as the men left, laughing.

	Anne was unable to do much of anything for the next two days. One of the other prostitutes, not one to show any charity, took pity on the girl and used various salves to help the girl recover. Even Edgar had to admit the girl had her limits and decided to keep her off limits for a while. Therefore, he didn't pay much attention to the cowboy.

	Ben Harley had gone to Nevada during the silver rush. After making some modest yields from his stake, he turned his efforts into a partnership and a store. Whether striking riches or going bust, miners needed food and supplies and Ben had quickly understood that the surest way to make good money was to sell what everyone needed. His haul of silver increased in the cash boxes of his business and the "good money" eventually grew to something more.

	With the Comstock Lode petering out, there was still other mining in the Carson City area. But by now there were established businesses and the railway and the city evolved. Only in his mid-forties, Ben bought a ranch and lived a comfortable life, still drawing a healthy income from his stores. He had come to New York to meet with some bankers - tedious but necessary work. 
Earlier in the day, he had cabled Mr. and Mrs. Combs, a couple of lived in a cabin near his ranch house and who acted as caretakers, to ready his home for his return. Now was his final evening in the city and he was looking for some recreation that would have gotten him thrown out of the fancy hotel where he was staying had he made inquiries there. 

	Intrigued by the man in the western style suit, Anne had stayed close his table all afternoon. It wasn't very busy yet so her father wasn't yelling for her to get to work. Ben thought she was a cute little gal and was happy to spin tales about the West to the child who had never left the few blocks of her neighborhood. 

	"How many horses do you have?" she asked.

	"A couple of hundred, I think."

	"I've never ridden a horse. Do you have any daughters who ride them?"

	"Nope, no kids. Never married."

	"Why not?"

	Ben grinned. 

	"How does such a little thing like you get so filled up with questions? I'd have thought you might pop. But to answer your question, I just never got around to it - never had time to meet the right woman. Speaking of which, do you think I could get a hot bath?"

	"Uh huh. It costs a whole quarter."

	Ben tossed Anne a silver dollar. 

	"Make it happen and keep the change. And tell your pa to send a lady to, uh, help wash my back. Oh, and if there's a Chinese gal available, I'd like her."

	As he waited for his female companion, Ben closed his eyes and soaked in the tub. Anne had said there were no Chinese girls who worked in the neighborhood and Ben said he'd take what he could get. Out west, he had frequented quite a few Chinese brothels, especially some pretty elaborate ones in San Francisco. 

	First, the women there knew had to do all kinds of interesting things he had never experienced. Also, he had come to enjoy the petite Chinese girls. 

	He heard the door open and close behind him, followed by the click of the lock for privacy. When he heard the rustle of clothing falling to the floor, his prick stirred in the water. The touch of small hands with a washcloth on his shoulders told him that at least they had found him someone of his preferred liking. 

	As his back was washed, Ben grew hard as he anticipated what was to come. He leaned back, making his helper stop. With closed eyes, he spoke as he handled his erection.

	"Go ahead and jump on for the ride," he said.

	Anne swallowed hard and climbed into the tub. It was awkward in close quarters, but she understood his intent and lowered herself onto him. Once his tip was inside her cleft, she pushed hard with all of her weight, grunting as she managed to get only an inch inside of her as her portal opened. She pushed again, grunting harder and managed to wedge a bit more inside of her.

	Chuckling, Ben put his hands on her waist.

	"You're a tight one," he said as his eyes remained closed. "Let me help you out."

	He tugged down, getting a little more inside and making Anne squeak. Hearing such a childish noise, Ben opened his eyes. His jaw dropped as he regarded the girl. Some of his prick was now embedded in her hairless little cunny and he didn't know what to do.

	"Girl! If your pa catches you, I mean us..."

	"Papa makes me do this with men," Anne sobbed. "Really bad men. You're a nice man - please don't tell him."

	Ben's head swam as he regarded the girl's expression. There was no way she was lying but he could scarcely believe a man who made his little girl do such a thing. But being a man who had had to make quick decisions under dire circumstances in the past, he quickly chose a course of action.

	Grinning, he held her firmly.

	"Since you already got things started, just relax and enjoy the ride."

	Liza had told Anne how thoughtful Harris had been in bed, never rough and even making these strange new acts feel good. Anne had looked at her encounter with ben as a chore but was shocked at the wet heat her quim began generated as the man rocked her back and forth, slowly penetrating her. 

	Ben swiveled his hips a little as he entered the child, enjoying the expressions of surprise on her face as he began to employ the bevy of techniques he had learned before. Once he had completely filled her, he massaged her nipples, making tiny points stiffen on her otherwise featureless chest. Then he took Anne's hands and showed her how to play with her nips as she proceeded to guide her up and down on his shaft.

	The eight year-old's oily twatlet was practically melting around him as he twisted and moved in subtle ways as she rode him. Anne tried to speak, but could only mumble coherently as her immature pussy responded to her arousal. She was small enough for Ben to press on her lower belly and pubis, pushing her cunny tube harder against the thick meat stroking inside her tight sex. Anne's mumbles became moans before they stopped with a sharp intake of breath. Anne's eyes were wide as she trembled, her cunny pulsing madly.

	"S-something happened," she finally croaked, making Ben laugh.

	"Yeah, you came."

	"You mean, like when a man squirts?"

	"Yep, except you gals do it differently."

	"Oooohhh!" she sighed.

	Relaxed, Anne let Ben continued to move her on his cock. Her eyes closed and her head was rolling before the slick velvet of her tiny cunt induced Ben's response. When the first jet of semen bolted inside of her, Anne became alert. With a small cry of submittal, she took his seed inside her little body and then leaned against him.

	Minutes passed before Ben spoke.

	"So I guess making you cum can pass for payment, right?"

	Anne sat upright.

	"No," she said, her eyes growing wide and pleading.

	"Hold on, I was just teasing," Ben laughed. "I think you've earned a gold piece."

	"I don't want that," Anne replied as her hearth thumped. "I want to go away like my sister, Liza. I don't want the bad men doing....things to me. Take me with you, please?"

	Ben shook his head. He felt sorry for the girl and had definitely had one of the best times of his life just now, but to take a girl away from her only parent - no matter what kind of bastard he was.

	"I don't know..." he said.

	Anne locked her eyes on his, knowing the one power she possessed in her young body. Staring, she churned her little hips until she felt him harden inside of her.

	The following morning, the conductor tipped his hat to Benjamin Harley as he boarded the train with his young daughter. Other people in first class nodded to the gentleman and complimented him on his lovely little girl who looked awestruck as she took in the hustle and bustle of the train station.

	One thing Ben admired about New York was that nearly anything could be done at any hour. Upon returning to his hotel, he had asked the concierge about getting some clothing for his niece - the child of his ne'er-do-well brother. Despite the late hour, cash quickly overruled the clock and a clothier was soon in Ben's hotel room with dresses, stocking and shoes to select from.

	Anne was delighted with her pretty new dresses (although the new shoes were a little stiff). Now she felt like a proper little lady as she strode next to Ben with her small hand safely clasped in his.

	In the hallway, Edgar was bellowing for Anne. Furious, he kept screaming about his other no-good cunt of a daughter who had run off. 

	A man sleeping off a wicked hangover in one of the rooms didn't appreciate the record and opened his door to tell the proprietor to shut the fuck up. Enraged, Edgar though a punch which made the man stagger back in his room. When Edgar went inside to search for Anne, the man answered the blow with a knife to Edgar's gut. 

	Suddenly sobered by the blood, the man quickly dressed and left. His belly on fire, Edgar yelled and cussed and groaned as he slowly bled out. Others heard but not dared approach him, leaving Edgar alone with his fatal agony in one of his ill-kept, seedy rooms. It was only an hour after he had expired - and his killer long gone - that the authorities were summoned.

	"We're moving!" Anne cried as she looked out of the window in their private compartment.

	A steward had showed them to the cabin and demonstrated to the curious girl how the beds could be folded down at night. Although he had assured them that he would do this for them, Anne wanted to try it for herself. Bemused, the steward assisted her and earned a nice tip when he left. 

	From a small cloth bag, Anne took out her two rag dolls, setting them together on a seat. When the car jolted as the train moved, she went to the window, excitedly watching the city pass by.

	"Don't you want to see?" she said at last.

	Ben shook his head.

	"It doesn't get interesting to me until we're well west of St. Louis," he replied.

	"Will we be there before lunch? I want to eat in that car you showed me with all of the nice tables."

	Ben had enjoyed the first class dining on his way East and assured her she would have plenty of meals there before they were though. Then he explained how long it would take them to get to St. Louis and then on to Carson City.

	"So what do we do until then?" Anne asked, amazed that it could take so long to get from one place to another.

	Ben took her hand and drew her to him. Grinning, he lifted her dress, cupping the bouncy little ass cheeks and pulled her even closer. In their rush for clothing, he had neglected to get her any bloomers.

	The little girl matched his smile as she pressed her naked cunny against his crotch.



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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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