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story_codes: Man/preteen girl(11), semi-cons

story_intro: Largely neglected by her mother and stepfather, Allie seeks a measure of freedom. Unfortunately, there are no jobs available for someone of her age until a chance encounter lands her employment in a Chinese spa where her blonde hair and other Caucasian features are not quite as common. She would have settled for washing dishes but she finds herself learning how to give massages. Okay, it might be kind of silly to have to wear a skimpy bikini, especially as she hardly has any development on her preteen body, but what could possibly go wrong?


story_language: English




Spa Girl

Written by madvlad


	Of course, Allie exited the school bus at the same stop. It might be noted if she left at a different point. But now she walked past the apartment building where a set of modest rooms on the third floor constituted home and made her way to her job.

	She was only eleven and had, to her secret pride, a real job!

	At the beginning of the school year, Allie's new stepfather, Jim, had decided that she was old enough to look after herself if he and her mother weren't home. Jim had a couple of kids from his previous marriage and it seemed like he and Allie's mother spent far more time with his kids than with Allie. Left on her own many evenings and even on some weekends. She made do.

	It wasn't as if she was starving - the refrigerator was always stocked. And they did leave her a little spending money although not much. As her eleventh birthday neared, Allie could no longer deny that the growths on her chest required a training bra. At least that would be a chance for some mother-daughter time but all the girl got was a few extra dollars to get one herself.

	At least Allie was able to have a birthday party with a cake and a few friends and...that was it. Jim was on the phone with his kids the entire time and kept hollering for Allie's mother to join in on some inane part of the ongoing conversation. Being virtually ignored by them in front of her friends had been annoying at first but by the time the miserable affair was over, she was positively humiliated.

	Two weeks later, Allie was walking down a street blocks from home. It was farther than she was allowed but she reasoned that there would be nobody at home to stop her. She was now on a mission but had no idea how to work it. Allie figured if she had a job of some sort, she could have some money to do what she wished instead of hanging around an empty apartment.

	But who would hire an eleven year-old? She inquired about delivery work at a news stand but the man laughed.

	"Sorry kid. The days of newsies are long gone. If people want delivery, they download today's edition on their phone. But good for you for asking - most kids nowadays just want to cadge off their folks, you know?"

	After working up the nerve to ask about working in a diner - she knew how to wash dishes - she learned that prospects for anyone under sixteen were nil. It was under this cloud that she found herself wandering down another street when she saw the Dawn of Life Spa.

	It was Asian-themed on the outside but not garishly done like some Chinese restaurants were. The silk curtain in the windows looked elegant and Allie was tempted to peek inside when a dark Mercedes pulled up to the curb. A man in a suit got out of the front driver's side before opening the rear door. He looked well-built and rather tough as he held the door open to let two more men in shiny suits exit.

	Those men also looked like people who shouldn't be crossed despite their fine clothing. As they neared the Spa, the door was opened from the inside and a young Oriental woman bowed to the men as they entered.

	Allie caught a whiff of incense floating from the spa. It smelled exotic and she found herself inhaling deeply before noticing the young woman at the door looking at her. At second glance, the woman might have been a teen - a younger teen at that. Allie blushed at her olfactory interest at the Spa's scent was exposed. But the woman/girl smiled and bowed her head slightly. Allie copied the movement, relieved at the brief connection, before the door closed and the girl disappeared.

	How old was that girl? If she was under sixteen, could Allie also get work there? Spying her faint reflection in one of the Spa windows, Allie wasn't so sure. With her blonde hair, she certainly didn't look Chinese. A breeze played at her long tresses, worn parted at the side and hanging straight down, and she tried to smooth it with her fingers.

	Another car was stopping and Allie turned to see a taxi at the curb. This time, it was an older Chinese lady who got out carrying two cloth shopping bags. As she closed the cab door, one of the bags tilted to let some fruits and vegetables spill out. As the woman let out an exclamation in words Allie didn't understand, Allie bent down to retrieve the rolling goods. She was able to snatch a pear from in front of a tire just before the taxi started to pull away.

	After returning her lost produce to the bag the woman thanked her young helper.

	"You a good girl," she said in accented English. "Very helpful. I am bringing these to my office here. You like five dollar?"

	Setting one bag down, the woman slid her purse from one arm before Allie spoke up.

	"Actually, I was wondering if you think there might be a job for me here. Please?"

	The woman cocked her head and eyes Allie critically.

	"You want work at Dawn of Life Spa? How old you are? Nine?"

	Allie was about to sigh over the burden of her slight build but caught herself. If she showed bad manners, she would never get a job.

	"No, ma'am. I'm eleven."

	The woman leaned forward and squinted.

	"Eleven? You try fooling Mrs. Ling?" she laughed.

	"No, I'm really eleven. I'm just petite. Some people say that's a good thing but it makes me look really young."

	Mrs. Ling chuckled.

	"Eleven year old is really young. But petite is good. Many men, they like petite girl. You want work in spa? Let's see. You follow me."

	The incense was stronger - richer, but not cloying - inside. In a room, the men Allie had seen earlier were seated as were some others. Around them were several young women and girls in embroidered silk dresses whose short hems were enhanced by slit that reached even higher.

	"Hostesses," Mrs. Long explained. "Pretty girls - Chinese, Laotian, Vietnamese. And Elsbeth is Western girl like you." Mrs. Ling's lacquered fingernail steered Allie's eyes to a slim redhead. You pretty girl, too, but too young for hostess. You work at table first. Wait."

	After Mrs. Ling left with her purchases, Allie stood in place, in awe of her surroundings. When she noticed one of the men looking at her intently, she blushed and focused on the scuffed toes of her sneakers. Then Mrs. Ling, relieved of her bags, returned in time to catch the tableau of interest.

	"See? You pretty girl. Men like pretty petite girl. Maybe you hostess in a few years. But first you get checked for starting job - table girl."

	With her hopes up, Allie followed the older woman. Not only might she get a job, but it would be in this incredible place. Certainly it was better than washing dishes in a diner! She was positively giddy as she passed through a curtained doorway.

	Then she was molested.

	Mrs. Ling led Allie to a room where they were alone.

	"Take off clothes," the woman requested.

	"What?!"

	"You take off clothes. I inspect you. Make sure you clean girl."

	"Oh."

	Allie supposed that Mrs. Ling didn't want anyone who was smelly but still, this was odd. Nevertheless, she removed her sneakers and socks and started to lift her baggy sweatshirt when she paused. With a shirt this loose, Allie hadn't bothered to wear a bra today. Even if she was only in a training bra, she still had boobs, no matter how small.

	"Shirt off," Mrs. Ling said pleasantly. "You shy girl?'

	"Um, a little," Allie confessed. "And I didn't wear a..."

	"I see girls in no clothes all the time," Mrs. Ling chuckled. "You have nothing I not see before. Except if you have three tits. You have three tits?"

	"No!" Allie laughed.

	A little more at ease, she drew her shirt off, exposing her slim torso with plump little mounds pushing her light pink nipples outward. They hadn't grown enough to even make hemispheres yet and Allie, who had felt both pride and embarrassment over her slight development in the past, now felt somewhat inadequate.

	If Mrs. Ling thought the same, she gave no indication. Instead she waited with no expression as Allie slid her jeans down. The girl hoped she could keep her panties on.

	Apparently, the woman didn't seem to mind as she stepped forward and tilted Allie's head up by the chin.

	"Pretty eyes," Mrs. Ling murmured as she peered into Allie's green-gray irises while rubbing a lock of blonde hair between her fingers. "Open."

	Allie opened her mouth when the woman lightly squeezed her chin. She didn't know why her teeth were so important but Mrs. Ling merely nodded after peering inside. After clapping her hands on the girl's shoulders and then checking her arms, the spa owner took the small, budding breasts in her fingers.

	Allie was shocked at first - no one had ever touched her there. She had been nervous but slightly intrigued when she learned that boys in her class were becoming interested in those developing body parts on any girl but could not imagine displaying them or letting any boy touch them. Mrs. Ling took no notice of Allie's facial expression as she examined the diminutive breasts as if they were nothing more than produce.

	In an odd way, her perspective employer's clinical handling of her titties made Allie relax. This entire exam seemed surreal.

	After testing the resiliency of the young mounds, Mrs. Link rubbed her thumbs over the nipples. The preteen shivered as the pink points stiffened in the woman's grip.

	"Good...good response," Mrs. Ling noted with detachment.

	Then came more contact as the woman ran her hands over Allie's ribs and belly.

	"Good, you not pregnant," Mrs. Ling declared as she felt the girl's lean tummy.

	It took Allie a moment to realize Mrs. Ling had been joking but now her legs were inspected. The woman clucked her tongue and nodded approvingly as she found the slender limbs firm and smooth. Allie was relieved that her panties had not been touched but as the spa owner walked behind her, they were suddenly yanked down to mid-thigh.

	Much like her breasts had been checked, Allie's snug buttocks were squeezed and tugged. Her face felt hot and when Mrs. Ling stepped around to her front again, she laughed.

	"You shy girl. So cute!"

	Allie's blush deepened as her cunny was now fondled. Again, Mrs. Ling seemed pleased.

	"Nice and smooth. When you grow hair later, you no shave. We put special cream here and hair go away and you stay smooth like this. Like little girl. All massage girls smooth. All table girls smooth."

	Mrs. Ling paused her lecture to lick a finger. Then she returned it to Allie's mound. Allie gasped as the tip wriggled into her cleft, finding her opening. She felt it pushing at something and Mrs. Ling grinned.

	"You still have cherry."

	Allie's head swam. She had a vague idea of what happened during sex but had no idea why anyone would want to do such a thing. In the assorted bits of knowledge she had acquired on this arcane subject, she had learned that girls who hadn't had sex had cherries. It had to be slang for something although Allie had no idea what that was. Her mother couldn't be bothered to explain such things.

	While examining herself in the mirror once (just thinking about it made Allie embarrassed), Allie had gathered the nerve to spread her labia to peer inside her most private place. There was plenty of pink in the middle and the funny looking nubbin at the top. But nothing looked like cherry. Feeling foolish and naughty, she had released her lips and quickly pulled her panties into place.

	But Allie's attention snapped back to the present when Mrs. Ling held her forearm in front of her face.

	"Squeeze my arm," she instructed.

	Allie did as she was told and Mrs. Ling was satisfied.

	"Good fingers. Get dressed. I will get Hu and table girl will show you how to do massage."

	Hu was the spa's head cook and had happily stripped to his boxers (Allie had been holding her breath and finally exhaled when it became clear that the man was keeping his shorts on) before climbing onto a padded table.

	A slightly older girl introduced herself to Allie. Dao was from Thailand and had evidently been working at the spa for some time. Using Hu as a practice mannequin, Dao showed Allie some of the basic techniques of massage - how to use the oil, rub into the muscles and not over the bone, and other tips.

	Allie got a chance to try as well. She found herself liking the quiet but confident thirteen year-old as Dao patiently corrected her or explained further things. But even Dao's composure cracked into mirth when Hu, now on his back, began to laugh as they worked on his ample stomach.

	"All of my good cooking makes me ticklish here," he chuckled.

	The girls laughed with him and he suddenly shot his hand out and tickled Allie's belly through her sweat shirt. Allie yelped and stepped backward but Hu teased her that he now knew that they shared the same weakness.

	"I will make you fat with my food and you'll be even more ticklish. You will be helpless," he playfully vowed.

	It was at this point when Mrs. Ling returned. She had some good-natured banter with the chef in some Chinese dialect but Allie could also see that it was clear who was boss. But Hu's deference, as shown in his body language, was born of respect, not fear. Likewise, Dao glowed with pride when the owner praised her for instructing the new table girl.

	Table girl?

	It was then that Allie understood that she had a job. Taking her by the arm, Mrs. Ling led Allie back to the front sitting room. The previous men were gone but others were there. They were Westerners but spoke in a language that Allie did not understand. One man, young with his dark hair cut military-short, sat staring at the slender blonde boldly. His arms were crossed over his chest and his biceps threatened to burst through the arms of his tailored suit jacket.

	"You start Monday," Mrs. Ling informed her. "Fifty dollar every day after school. You just little girl so you not stay late. Leave by seven. Mama and Papa okay you do this?"

	"Yes," Allie lied. Actually, her mother and Jim wouldn't even notice that she was gone as they usually didn't get back until eleven or so.

	Mrs. Ling seemed to peer deep into Allie as if sensing the falsehood. Allie swallowed hard, fearing her job would turn into loose grains of sand and fall from her grip. The woman gave the girl a secret smile, as if understanding that her home life was less than ideal. Somehow, that seemed even better.

	"You come here after school. We have work clothes for you. More on weekend if you work," Mrs. Ling continued. "All cash. Nothing on books. Got it?"

	Allie numbly nodded. Fifty whole dollars each day! She didn't understand why the books or lack thereof was a big deal and she didn't care. She would have her own money and some measure of freedom.

	Allie couldn't swim. In fact, the only swimsuit she could remember having had been a one-piece around three years ago when her mother took her to visit her grandparents. There had been a pool at the condo complex and her grandfather would have taught her to swim but he had been recovering from a heart attack (a second one would finish him off less than two years later).

	Now she stood in the small room where she had been told to change and gazed at her first bikini in the mirror. While she had seen plenty of photos of glamorous models in skimpy swimwear, she wasn't sure if any of those had been this revealing.

	The material - what little of it there was - was red. On top, the tiny triangles barely managed to cover the centers of tender little mounds the eleven year-old sported. Allie had been surprised at how it made her seem like she had real boobies. Around the cloth were gentle swells of white flesh that barely managed to push out the triangular sections that concealed her nipples.

	Her bikini bottom was a thong. Quickly realizing that nothing could be done about the display of her compact ass cheeks while the back of the thing remained wedged between them, Allie tried to tug and stretch the front portion to cover more of her privates.

	The top was low; a scant fraction of an inch above the dimpled beginning of her slit. The red fabric hugged the center of her cunny, showing the shape of her fleshy lips. When Allie pulled the material out, it would slide back in once she made any movement below the waist. She stared at her reflection and sighed.

	Mrs. Ling liked that she was smooth down there and it certainly showed. The outer edges of her vulva remained bare and the smoothness carried to the crease of skin on either side where her thighs joined her crotch.

	There was nothing else to be done and she had her first customer waiting on her. After taking a deep breath, she left the small cubicle and entered the room where a heavily muscled man lay face down on the table. A towel was draped over his rear and was the only covering he had.

	At first, her attention was drawn to the tattoos all over the man - some rather gothic. When she went to head of the bed to introduce herself, she recognized the man who had been staring at her just before she had left on Saturday.

	"Hello," she managed to squeak before finding her normal voice. "My name is Allie."

	"Yuri," he rumbled as he surveyed the girl's trim and enticingly revealed figure.

	His eyes made Allie feel completely naked. It was unsettling but not entirely unpleasant. Was this what feeling sexy was supposed to be like? She had no previous interest in make-up or dressing up but this all seemed much more primal then simply looking pretty.

	Allie began her work by standing next to the table but knew she would eventually have to climb on top of Yuri so she could reach the middle of his back. Dao had mentioned that men liked having a girl on top of them during the massage although Hu had simply liked to playfully swat at them.

	As she tried to get onto the table near his waist, her short stature made it difficult. Yuri turned his head and grinned when he saw her struggles.

	"I'll help you up," he announced in his accented English before reaching around the girl and planting a large hand on her pert little rump.

	Allie froze for a moment before feeling the man lift her by the butt. Scrabbling, she crawled over the towel, fearful of sliding it aside. Once Allie was on top of his butt, the man stopped pushing and merely held her.

	"I-I'm okay now," she rasped.

	Shifting his hand to completely cover one small, ripe ass cheek, Yuri gave it a prolonged squeeze before releasing it. Allie swallowed hard and then went back to work, oiling and kneading the man's body while feeling the phantom imprint of his huge hand on her rear. When she reached the tops of his thighs, she wondered if she was supposed to go under the towel.

	It wouldn't be right to touch him there even though her thong had rendered her buttocks nude to his grasping paw. Instead, she shifted off of him, finding enough room beside him to kneel.

	"You can turn over," she peeped.

	Yuri rolled over, holding the towel so that it covered his groin once in place. But now he stared at Allie, drinking in her barely contained titties and her partially exposed mons. Straddling his thighs, she hoped she wasn't showing more of her privates since her legs were stretched apart but she lacked the nerve to check.

	Leaning over to work his stomach, Allie found a new concern. The towel had a prominent tent in it - and it was growing. She knew that boys - men - could get their things hard and big. But she didn't want to see it. She tried to elongate her body, avoiding contact with that lurking thing but she was running out of reach and balance.

	Chuckling, Yuri pulled the towel aside and flung it to the floor. Alarmed, Allie went upright as she saw her first erection.

	"Now massage this," he commanded.

	"I...I don't..." Allie stammered, unable to take her eyes from the upright tool.

	Yuri's hand closed around one of her thin forearms, the fingers encircling it completely. He brought her trembling hand to the base of his shaft, pressing it until her fingers wrapped around it as much as they could. Stunned that she was holding such a thing, she was only vaguely aware of him guiding her other hand until it also made contact with his hard-on.

	"Now you massage down here with your hands," he said smugly.

	It didn't feel bad, Allie conceded. It was very warm to the touch and hard, but nothing slimy or icky. She used her fingers there, eyeing the large purple head nervously and hoped she wouldn't have to use her hands on it. It looked almost alien.

	As it turned out, her hands never had to go there.

	Stretching, Yuri managed to get a hand sound the back of the girl's head before pulling her forward and down. Allie mewled as she saw where her face was aimed.

	"Now you massage the rest with your mouth," Yuri commanded.

	Allie wanted to pull away but the man tightened his fingers on her head. It was not enough to hurt but it conveyed the warning that she must do as told. She squeezed her eyes shut as her mouth neared the thing and felt the spongy flesh bumping against her lips.

	"Open,' he said, adding another squeeze of his fingers.

	While Allie's mouth opened, her eyes remained shut. Her head was pulled lower and she felt his manhood sliding into her mouth, nearly filling it.

	"Now suck."

	Yuri didn't need to squeeze her this time. The preteen sealed her lips around him and pulled. Her cheeks went hollow from the vacuum while she tried to avoid tongue contact with the thing. Still holding her head, Yuri simply made it bob on his dick. Now she couldn't avoid him and he felt her tongue helplessly wriggling against him as he enjoyed her reluctant oral efforts.

	Wordless complaints and whines could be heard from the girl as she committed her forced fellatio. Her saliva was flowing, making her drool and tried to suck in her slobber as her head was moved at a dizzying pace.

	"Ah," Yuri sighed as he worked the child's mouth on his tool. "All girls love to taste Yuri's cock."

	Gibbering sloppily on the man's prick, Allie wondered what would happen next. Yuri offered a clue when he spoke again.

	"I am going to give you something for all of your hard work. And you will swallow it all."

	What was he going to give her? Allie would have been satisfied with a mouthful of clean air but that didn't seem possible. Her lips were sore from holding him as she slid along his length and her tongue ached from trying to push his meat away.

	The mystery of Yuri's words was solved when he erupted in the youngster's mouth. He pushed her head down, not allowing her to escape from the pungent stuff spewing into her face hole. Panicked, Allie wanted to breathe but knew the only way possible was to get rid of this stuff.

	She swallowed.

	Just ten minutes after seeing her first penis, the preteen gulped the semen down. Her tummy accepted the slimy heat of the goo, marking the first insemination of her pristine body. When Yuri let go of her head, Allie jerked up; her face flushed as she greedily gasped for air.

	"Not bad for your first time," Yuri remarked in a tone one might use for a dog that didn't soil the carpet all day. "You will give more mouth massages - good ones."

	"Now?" Allie squeaked.

	"No," Yuri laughed. "No time - I have an appointment. But I need to shower and get this oil off."

	Allie scooted off the table as the man, unbothered by his nudity, swung his legs around and got to his feet. Then he pointed to the oily smears all over Allie.

	"You come, too."

	Taking her hand, he gave her no choice but to follow him. Yuri soaped himself clean under the spray of the water before turning to Allie.

	"You wear bathing suit in the shower?" he teased.

	Without giving her a chance to answer, Yuri yanked her top up to her armpits. Resigned, she raised her arms so he could pull it off. When she tried to protect the lower half of her bikini, Yuri pulled the bottoms down as if her hands weren't there.

	His soapy hands were all over her, rubbing her vigorously but never staying in any intimate places. Grabbing her by the torso, he lifted her up under the shower head, bouncing her like a toy. When the suds were gone, he laughed like a carefree boy.

	"You will be my girl here," he declared as he held her so that they were face to face. "We will have much fun."

	Then he kissed her on the forehead, followed by the nose and the mouth. They were no more than forceful pecks. Still lifting her, he kissed her chin and then the hollow of her throat. One hand slid under her buttocks while the other went to her back.

	Raising her more, Yuri brought her budding titlets to mouth level. He sucked on in, easily fitting the entire kiddy-breast in his mouth while nibbled it and thrashed the nipple with his tongue. Allie's crotch was pulled tightly against his chest while he nursed and chewed on her new mammaries until they were throbbing with erect nipples.

	Then he slowly slid her down, pressing her quim against him until she felt the cock head she had suckled touching her bald mound. Yuri held her there for a moment, teasing, before lowering her more. His re-born erection ground against her pussy as she continued to be lowered. For a moment, both her cunny and boobies were scraped against the man's hard body before her feet touched ground and she was released.

	Allie didn't have time for another customer. Mrs. Ling paid her and insisted on paying for a cab to bring the girl home. After all, it was getting dark and it wouldn't be safe for Allie to walk home alone, the woman insisted. There were men lurking out there who liked to do things to little girls.

	She barely remembered the cab ride home and automatically made her way from the curb to the empty apartment. Only once inside did she dare to reflect on her evening.

	With a low moan, she admitted to herself that she had done sex in her mouth. The stuff Yuri had put in there, now in her belly, was what men did when they came. Women supposedly came, too, but Allie didn't know why.

	Hugging her arms across her chest, she remembered her little tits as they were orally molested. Then there was the sensation of them touching his bare body just as her cunny touched him...in that place. She shivered, wondering at the horror of it - those vague warnings of "child molesters" now having some to fruition.

	Could she go back? The money in her jeans pocket spoke of a new measure of independence. But that would mean going back. What else could she tell Mrs. Ling - that she was scared? Did Dao let men do these things to her?

	The answer had to be yes.

	Inhaling slowly, Allie once again replayed what Yuri had done - all of the indecency and shame of it. But there was more to it than that, wasn't there?

	"Ugh," she sighed, unable to deny that her panties, which were slightly large on her, now felt far too snug against her crotch.

	Yuri's fingers closed around Allie's buttocks and she was pulled forward while straddling Yuri's thighs. In some respects, everything had been just like yesterday. Considering the not-quite-real impressions she still retained from that evening, Allie felt as if she had been pulled back into that queer dream again.

	But instead of pulling her mouth down to his erection, Yuri this time pulled her body on top of it. His hardness pressed against the girl's fleshy vulva through the thin, straining fabric of her bikini thong. Allie's heart raced as she recalled the touch of his member against her cunny, bare flesh to bare flesh, in the shower. Although somewhat shielded right now by her thong, this contact was more prolonged.

	Sliding his hands up the sides of the girl's torso, Yuri easily pushed the bikini top up with his thumbs to bare the childish breasts. Allie's modest growth offered little resistance as the small triangles of cloth were slid upward. Now even more naked, the preteen could do nothing as the man fondled her soft little titlets at his leisure.

	Feeling slightly lightheaded, it took a minute for Allie to realize that the man was rocking her upper body back and forth while he toyed with her chest. The motion was making her pussy grind against his prick. This, combined with the action on her tiny boobs, made her feel swollen again between her legs as if her thong had shrunk.

	The night before, she had been tempted to touch herself when she experienced the same thing after returning home. But she had been too frightened and had kept her panties in place. Still conflicted now, she didn't want the friction to stop but feared what the man might do next.

	Suddenly, Yuri bucked his hips, slamming the underside of his dick against the girl's plush little mons. Allie's eyes widened and a lustful moan surprised her as it escaped her mouth. Pleased, Yuri rolled to his side, catching Allie so she wouldn't fall. He swiftly got to his knees and rolled her onto her back.

	"You like getting your cunt massaged, yes?" he asked as he took the front of her thong in his hand.

	Allie blushed and mumbled something noncommittally. Then she squawked as the man pulled her scant covering away from her crotch. She tried wriggling her legs to keep him from removing then completely but it was a useless effort. Now she was naked except for the bikini top bunched above her bared chest. Since she was on her back, her tiny breasts flattened so that she nearly looked completely undeveloped there.

	Pushing her legs up and apart, Yuri finished his thought.

	"Now I give you a massage on the inside."

	Allie gawped at him. On the inside? Inside where? And then she saw him holding his dick and pointing it at her diminutive slit before leaning in. Protesting weakly, she could do nothing else as her innocence was about to be assaulted.

	The glans which Allie knew so intimately well in her mouth now butted against her hairless, virgin slit. When her labia parted, Yuri felt the moistness generated by the recent crotch grinding. The preteen was helplessly pinned to the massage table with the man's prick head sunk into her hairless mound.

	Feeling the small portal reluctantly expand, Yuri relished the knowledge of being the first to take her. He had used others around her age, having his cock immersed in the warm, soupy clamps of those young snatches. And he had other virgins but the youngest before had been fourteen - a fresh piece of female fruit but further along toward maturity. This little blonde was still more child but she was about to become a woman in one respect.

	Allie's next journey leaped forward when Yuri slammed his hips forward. His prick ripped through the girl's membrane and dug into her reluctant hole before her size stopped him. Yuri grunted in annoyance; he enjoyed sinking his dick cervix-deep into a girl with one stroke. But this little virgin pussy was resisting with its size.

	Squealing and thrashing, Allie tried to push him away. He could feel the girl's cuntal muscles trying to eject him but they were pulled so widely that all they could do was - with perverse irony - slightly knead his meat as if massaging him on purpose. The liquid heat from her torn cherry enveloped his dick head, inviting him to take her fully even if Allie's mind resisted.

	With hammering thrusts, he wrenched the virgin pussy open with his cock, conquering her until he reached the clenched barrier to her womb. He slid out, feeling the defiled young snatch suck at him until just his glans remained anchored inside. When he bore into her again, he took the full length of her deflowered little cunt. Allie's struggles diminished as the thick invader inside her wounded sex declared her as conquered territory.

	Driving his thickness between the girl's widely spread, bald cunt lips, Yuri saw that what little fight that Allie had had possessed was now gone. With his thumb, he mashed down on her clit, compressing it between his digit and the turgid mass grinding away from underneath as it bored through the snug little tunnel. The preteen shuddered as her prematurely used sex responded.

	Yuri lightly played with the eleven year-old's tender little chest sprouts while he churned her clinging pussy with his prick. Every shove into the snug hole made more of her forced lubrication squelch out and dilute the stains of defloration on her hairless labia and the man's thick, veined cock.

	"You're such a good little girl," the Russian praised the impaled young blonde. "You were born to have a man between your legs, no?"

	Allie could only respond with garbled moans and grunts as her formerly virgin place became an oozing and slutty pleasure tube for any man who would rent her body. The mobster pounded the fleshy vice of her prepubescent pussy as his balls became bloated with semen.

	Muttering a string of Russian oaths, Yuri blasted the little womb of his preteen whore. Steaming gobs of thick goo seeded her unripe organs and Allie sensed that she had been taken in a significantly deeper way. Her eyes rolled and she mewled softly as the first act in her new role as a sex socket concluded.

	Now fucked and cream-filled, Allie was limp in Yuri's arms as he took her to the shower. Taking advantage of her physical and metal pliancy (not that she could have stopped him), he held her against the tiles of the shower. There, he ravished her again, ripping his cock in and out of her tenderized twat hole. Her hairless pussy was shiny with the shower water as the labia were splayed apart by the turgid, rutting prick that powered through them.

	Allie's tiny titlets quivered as she was used again, the pink tips hard. The nerves in her loins were electric from discomfort and arousal but she only sensed them as one graphic wave over near-overload. Her mouth moved although her mind could find no words to move and only a raw guttural noise came out as Yuri once again tried to inflate the eleven year-old with heavy wads of jism.

	Mrs. Ling had been in her business long enough to understand the glassy look on Allie's face and the peculiar way she walked. Elsbeth had escorted the girl to the waiting cab while Mrs. Ling went to the empty massage room.

	Eyeing the bloodstains on the table's sheet, the woman nodded satisfactorily. Yuri would pay extra for this but wouldn't mind at all. Russians like him were delighted at how far some extra tips gained for them in America. It was a carnal ballet - they took what they wanted but it was acknowledged that they would bestow the honorariums to ensure continued and proper gratitude - no matter how illicit.

	Whether she knew it right now or not, Allie would soon come to understand her role in this. She would have her gifts and money and a measure of freedom that few if any of her schoolmates could know. And all of that was for the mere price of being completely owned.


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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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