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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, March 21, 2019

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story_codes: Multiple men/preteen girls, MMMM/gg(11,10), gangbang, rape

story_intro: Once again forsaken by her mother and stepfather, Allie at least has a sleepover night to look forward to with her best friend, Cam. But Yuri is in the mood for his preteen whore and if she won't answer his summons, he and his guys will have to pay her a visit. And poor Cam becomes a bonus for them.


story_language: English





Spa Girl, part 4

Written by madvlad


	She didn't want to cry, even though she felt like it. Her eyes were hot and stung but Allie found that anger worked to stem the reaction of her frustration.

	"But you promised you'd be here! Doesn't that mean anything?" she asked her mother.

	"But your stepfather told his children we'd take to that ice show tomorrow. It's near his old house and we'll all stay there," Janet explained.

	'We' and 'all' meant Janet, Jim, and Jim's kids. Allie was never added as a part of that equation. Jim stood by the apartment door, impatiently tapping his foot as if resentful that his stepdaughter was taking a minute of her mother's time - time better spent doting on the kids from his previous marriage. 

	When Jim was impatient (which meant anything to do with Allie), he pursed his lips in a rather prissy manner that looked ridiculous on his face. More than once, Allie had a vision of taking a straight pin to those lips when they were like that and watching them pop like a cartoon character's. The air would rush out like it was escaping from a balloon and send Jim shooting around the room and bouncing off the walls in the finest Looney Toons fashion.

	His lips were that way again and Allie wanted to hurl colorful invectives at him that would blast that expression from his face. In the past three weeks, she had learned several. Too bad they were in Russian as the English translation diminished them. 'Yob materi vashi!' would certainly get a rise from both adults although, in truth, Allie hadn't fucked both of their mothers.

	"But what will I tell Cam? She was supposed to sleep over tonight."

	Allie's statement paled to any Russian slur she knew, but it was the best under the circumstances.

	"You'll just have to phone her and explain that she cannot visit," Jim cut in with a tone that matched his prissy lip purse. "We'll be home tomorrow afternoon, maybe evening."

	"Ootebya nyet yayeesav," thought Allie. Really, the man had no balls. He showed most of his authoritative attitude toward her. Of course, her mother did nothing to stand up to him - she just willingly went along with whatever he wanted, Allie be damned.

	"Look, there's money on the counter for pizza if you want to order delivery," her mother said. "We'll make it up to you."

	"Pizdobol - fucking liar," Allie fumed as they left. She wasn't even aware of how her Russian skills were improving. While amusing themselves with teaching her the more colorful aspects of their mother language, the men at the spa had done more than they knew. Yuri and the others often mixed English with their Russian as they talked and Allie was able to fill in some blanks now and then with even the polite wording.

	She stood there, rock still as she replayed the last scene with her mother and Jim in her head. Maybe it was better to get fucked at the spa by Yuri and whoever else. At least they paid attention to her while they were doing it. If she had the ability to say this to the person she was a month ago, would that other self be appalled or empathetic?

	There was a knock at the door. 

	"Potselui mou zhopy," she muttered. 

	Jim probably forgot his car keys - but she didn't want to think about those puckered lips of his on her ass even though she had just told him to kiss it. She looked around to find them but had no luck. If she had seen them, she wasn't sure if she would hand them to him to get him out of her face or chuck them in the trash to fuck with his plans. 

	She flung open the door with a ready scowl but froze when she saw Cam standing there with her small purse and a gym bag. 

	"Uh, are you okay?" Cam asked. 

	"Yeah, I um, my parents are being zhopas."

	"Jo....what?"

	"Hopeless," Allie replied, recovering quickly.

	Cam was more upbeat and nave and would be shocked to hear Allie calling Jim and her mother assholes.

	"They left for the weekend to be with Jim's kids - again," Allie continued.

	Cam put a hand to her mouth.

	"Oh! My mom dropped me off out front. I'd better call her."

	"Yeah, I should have....wait. Hey, you still want to stay over?"

	Ever the good girl, Cam shook her head.

	"I can't do that - Mom thinks your mom is here."

	"It's okay. We can get a pizza and eat it on the couch and watch whatever movies we want. Even ones with lots of bad words in it."

	Allie couldn't help that last part and giggled when Cam turned pink. But her friend took the teasing in good humor as always.

	"Do you really think we should?" Cam asked carefully.

	"Why not? My mom doesn't care that I'm here alone. So why not two of us?"

	Cam's misgivings were overridden by the thrill of naughtiness. But after all, they would be safe here in the apartment.

	"Okay."

	Cam's purse was on the kitchen table and her bag was tossed on the living room floor while she and Allie talked about everything. Allie had her cell phone (so cool!) which they were using to look up some information about one of their favorite pop stars, Stevie Darrow. It was kind of cool - sort of grownup - to have the whole place to themselves without being relegated to a bedroom. The interruption came when Allie's phone buzzed with a text.

	Allie paled - just like she had when her phone buzzed as they were leaving school earlier this week. She had gotten in that car but didn't mention it the next day so Cam left it alone.

	"I'm bored," Yuri had texted. "We are out in front - come down and we will have big party at the spa."

	"I can't," Allie replied. "We have company here."

	This time, the phone rang. Excusing herself, Allie ducked into her bedroom and closed the door while Cam sat puzzled on the couch.

	"Za cyun v shopu," Yuri spat when Allie answered the call. "What company you have? I saw your mama and her pimp leave already with suitcases, no?"

	"Um, yeah. But one of my friends is here."

	"Friend? Ah, it is that one with curly hair I see you with at school? She also looks familiar from somewhere else I see. Good, good. She come down with you and we go to spa. I tell Mrs. Ling to hire her and she make good money, I promise."

	The phone felt like a hot link in a heavy chain as Allie clutched it. 

	"Um, she can't. Her mother won't let her," Allie blurted. "I'll see you later. Bye."

	She clicked off the call and stood there feeling light-headed. She'd catch hell next week but at least she had tonight with Cam. She'd do her best to enjoy it.

	"Bliatz!" Yuri swore as he stared at his phone. 

	Up front, Boris sat stoically behind the wheel. He would have laughed at his boss being stood up by a little girl, but he preferred keeping all of his internal body parts just where God had intended. Instead, Yuri's hand thumped heavily on top of the front seat back.

	"Go to the spa," he ordered in Russian. 

	Kenny stared at the crisp, colorful bill with Benjamin Franklin looking blandly up at him. 

	"But sir, I don't carry more than twenty dollars in change," he timidly informed the quartet of large men in suits.

	"It is tip," Yuri said as he plucked the pizza box from the pizza delivery boy's hand. "I tip much because I appreciate good and thoughtful service. Now fuck off!"

	"But I'm supposed to delivery only to someone at the address," Kenny insisted.

	For someone who had never put up a fight when he was routinely stuffed in a gym locker in his recent high school years, Kenny had picked a poor time to suddenly grow a spine. Maybe it was the heady world of the local junior college that was influencing him. He was also a two-time employee of the month at Sheldon's Pizz-a-Rama which imbued him with a sense of professional pride.

	Another man stepped forward and jammed a meaty finger against Kenny's plastic name tag (which was proudly decorated with two gold star stickers to signify his employee of the month awards).

	"Hey, Ken-Nee," Oleg rumbled. "How you like I give you second tip? I give it to you up your ass with your favorite auntie's dick."

	Kenny blinked as he digested his first exposure to the poetry of Russian mat. There was reflexive urge for him to question the man's incorrect anatomical reference to his Aunt Louise, but his survival instinct kicked in at last and he quickly slunk away without another word. 

	"Now we can deliver the fucking pizza," Yuri announced.

	"I got it," Cam called as she took the twenty dollar bill that Janet had left. 

	When she opened the door, she saw a man holding the pizza box. He seemed very well dressed for a delivery guy and then she noticed he was eating a slice. So were the three others with him. When she opened her mouth to say something, she was pushed backward hard enough to send her sprawling. 

	Cam's head slammed against the floor hard enough to make her ears ring for a moment. She could hear Allie protesting as the men entered the apartment and closed the door.

	"Please let her go and I'll do...I'll do anything you want," Allie begged. "All of you."

	"Your friend won't have party with us because she is not whore, no?" Yuri asked Allie as Stas, the fourth man, pulled a dazed Cam to her unsteady feet.

	"Please, she never..."

	Yuri silenced her with a wave of his hand.

	"We can fix this problem, yes," he mused. "Stas, make that bitch a whore."

	Despite that he nearly dragged Allie by her hair before throwing her on the bed and tearing her clothes off, Yuri spoke in a reasonable voice.

	"This is big problem with whores. When they not get enough dick, they don't think right. They get all crazy and think they do what they wish. I fix this for you."

	He brusquely lubed her with spit on a finger before pushing his engorged cock between her slim legs. With one hand, he pinned her wrists to the bed above her head while his glans wedged her hairless cunny lips open. Allie body arched when he entered her roughly and the preteen's snatch strained at it abruptly expanded.

	Yuri drilled the eleven year-old on her unicorn bedspread, making her grunt and wheeze as he pummeled the warm grip of her moistening little cunt. Allie was reminded of the "game" two days ago when six men furiously fucked her in a competition to see who could cum first. 

	Rutting inside the fifth grader, Yuri felt the pressure in his testicles and did not try to prolong this before spewing his load into her sex. Still hard thanks to the pills he had taken, he pulled out only long enough to roll her over and pull her up by the hips. He lanced into the girl's bald mound, making some of the semen there squirt out as she was quickly filled.

	Allie moaned into the pillow where her face was pressed. After burying as much of his dick into her that her quim could take, the man brought his hands to her chest. Squeezing the soft, diminutive mounds there, he proceeded to pound her fuck-lubed young snatch with the same rough movements.

	Allie let him do as he pleased with no struggles, hoping this would end. Since Cam had been left in the living room, she couldn't see what was happening and perhaps Yuri's threat toward Cam had been to make Allie behave. Allie was doing her best to behave and took heart in that she didn't hear any crying from outside of her room.

	Cam nearly gagged at the mustiness of the damp wash cloth that Oleg had taken from the sink before stuffing it in her mouth. But the men had done enough work and play in various apartments to understand the potential risk of thin walls. As they tugged at her clothing, she tried to fend them off but three strong men easily subdued and stripped the ten year-old girl.

	Boris thoughtfully retrieved some items from the refrigerator and Stas regarded them as he made his choice of lubricant. Mayonnaise had been interesting before and he had never used cream cheese (too thick, perhaps, but one wouldn't know unless one tried). In the end, he chose a classic - butter. 

	Smearing it over the squirming girl's bald vulva, he felt his prick pressing against the fly of his pants. Still, he took the time to get some of the stuff into her slit - not too much as her little cherry would aid with the rest. Ah, the little virgin didn't like that one bit. Was she in for a rude surprise!

	"Just want to butter her bun before I buttered her bun," he remarked to his pals who laughed.

	Cam didn't know any Russian but she could tell by the man's tone that this was going to get worse. Hot tears drained from her eyes as her privates were treated so nastily. Now the man dropped his pants and was holding his thing. When he pointed it between her legs, Cam gut clenched with the horror of understanding.

	Stas plowed his cock into the little girl, watching her eyes bulge and her face redden as he shredded her innocent membrane. The facial expressions on females were always priceless when they got their cherries popped. And young ones like this who had only the vaguest understanding about something called sex were the best. He enjoyed sharing their discovery.

	The color on Cam's face deepened as the penetration of her virgin pussy progressed. Her eyes rolled wildly as the impossible happened - that thing was driving deeper into her body, into a place she didn't really comprehend except for being where babies came from. Now that place was being touched for the first time; forced to expand and take the man's cock as it violated her. 

	Once he reached her cervix, Stas pulled out. Yes, she seemed slightly relieved as if this thing were over. She would soon know better. Surveying the little girl's impaled mound, the man saw liquid trickles over the bulging, hairless lips that were a darker and more carnal hue than the red in her face. 

	More defloration juices were squeezed out when the man jammed his prick into the child's snug cunt. She was slippery with the stuff now and all the size of her young tunnel could do was to pleasure the man as his member burrowed in and out. Panicked at the thick tool plundering her prepubescent twat, Cam reflexively tried to contact her muscles to force him out but the lubrication from her torn hymen betrayed her.

	With hearty strokes, the mobster raped the defiled little virgin. Cam's reluctance did not matter as the ten year-old was forced into the sex trade with every movement of the engorged cock that stretched her unprepared pussy. After ten agonizing minutes, the girl learned more about her new role when her assailant's prick swelled to the pulse of ball-busting jism that burst into her baby box. Making choking sounds, Cam felt the hot surges seemingly in her tummy and wondered why this was happening.

	At the end of the third time, Yuri pulled out so he could squirt his semen onto Allie's body. He had taken her on her back again and he laughed as her barely developing titlets were painted white. When she did not try to wipe the gunk away, he nodded his approval.

	"You are good whore again," he proclaimed. "I was correct, no? You need dick in you to get your head thinking right. Now let's have bigger party."

	Dully, Allie allowed herself to be led out of her bedroom. For a moment, she panicked at the thought of Cam seeing her in this state but then found her hope that Cam was gone. She'd let the others do as they wished so that...

	Oleg was holding Cam by the hips and her bare feet were dangling. She was bent forward at the waist and Boris held her arms while she was forced to suck his dick. From behind, Oleg plumbed the preteen's cunt with gooey-sounding thrusts that told Allie that the men had been busy inside her friend already. If Cam had put up a fight, it was gone now as the slender ten year-old was pummeled by two cocks that soon injected more cream down her gullet and deep into her hairless twat. 

	Yuri observed the lines of Cam's figure. While facing downward during her spit-roasting, her lean chest showed no hint of having anything to hang down. Allie and Cam would make a nice pair - one just starting to blossom in the chest and one still completely a little girl. Of course, those smooth and tight young cunts of theirs would be the prize. 

	Yuri's boss, Gregor, was on the West Coast now but he'd have surprise when he came back before leaving for his return to Russia - Cam's fresh, virgin ass. Gregor loved taking the innocence in that place. Now that he thought of it, Yuri realized he had yet to sample Allie's rear entry after Gregor had opened that door. Well, she was his property now so there was plenty of time.

	For now, Yuri lent Allie to Stas and Oleg for some more double-teaming while he lifted Cam in his arms while standing. Although dazed, she did as he told her when he commanded that she put her hands on his shoulders. While he gripped her taut ass cheeks (Gregor was going to love this), Yuri impaled her bald snatch onto his waiting erection. 

	The girl groaned as her preteen twat was invaded again and slumped against his chest. Yuri sung a lullaby to her in Russian while he bounced her on his cock. The innocent lyrics contradicted the lewdness of fifth grader's squelching little pussy as it was reamed. When he finally injected her young organs with his seed, her lithe body trembled against him. He thought it was a rather sweet touch.

	Walking over to the kitchen table, he laid Cam on her back while keeping his dick planted in her quim. He flipped the lid of the pizza box open to only find it empty. Scowling at Boris, who was chewing the last slice, Yuri pointed to the phone number on the box and told him to order more.

	"Make it two large with all the toppings," he added.

	"And tell them to have my new friend Ken-Nee bring them," Oleg laughed as Allie sucked him while Stas was drilling her snatch.

	With a wait on getting more pizza in effect, Yuri drew nasty designs on Cam's flat chest with his fingers. She shifted uncomfortably as it digits caused her nipples to stiffen. These slight movements, in turn, enticed a reaction in part of Yuri's anatomy. If he had to wait for pizza, he might as well have a second helping of ten year old cunt.

	Despite Oleg's disappointment that Kenny wasn't the delivery person this time, the pizza with the works was excellent. Yuri wondered if the pizzeria owner had any financial issues that needed  to be resolved - Yuri was a master at entering into "partnerships" as a result of the loans he made to business people in need.

	Cam was still lying on the kitchen table and wasn't interested in the pizza slice Yuri offered her. So he ate it himself and noticed the girl's purse still lying on the table. He emptied the contents and sifted though them. Among the trinkets was a card with her name and address on it - he took a picture of that. There was also a key chain with a single key - her home, perhaps. 

	Attached to the keychain was a hard plastic holder that contained a wallet-sized photo. It showed a smiling Cam posing with a smaller girl whose hair was more blonde than Cam's light brown but the resemblance was strong. And he had seen this photo somewhere...

	"This little girl - your sister?" he asked.

	Cam nodded.

	"What is her name?"

	When Cam didn't answer immediately, Yuri lightly tapped the photo with his finger. It may have seen liked a harmless gesture but Cam read the menace beneath it. 

	"Sarah," she said softly.

	"Mmm..." Yuri mused, trying to connect this familiarity with the photo. It had been on a desk; a woman's desk. Then it clicked. Another business owner who had debts with Yuri. The stupid man fancied himself a gambler but he owned an accounting firm which was quite useful for laundering money for his Russian "business partner".

	"Your mother is keeper of book...no, bookkeeper at Mid-Town Accounting, yes?"

	Cam whined worriedly but nodded. The man seemed happy and spoke no more of this.

	Allie turned the water faucet off and helped Cam into the tub. The warm water would help but Allie wished she had some of the soothing stuff that Mrs. Ling put into the tubs at the spa. The men had finally left sometime after midnight.

	Cam pulled her legs up to her body to make room as Allie got in. Allie remembered her time in the tub two days ago with Dao at the spa but was not about to try anything like that with her best friend. Maybe Cam might like it but tonight was not the night. And Allie was in no mood for it, either.

	"It's my fault," Allie said, breaking the silence.

	"Why? You didn't want them here."

	Despite everything, Cam still had faith in Allie. 

	"It doesn't matter what I want - not anymore," Allie muttered.

	"They took pictures of us naked and with them...in us. Did they really mean it when they said they would do this stuff to us again?"

	When Allie nodded, Cam asked why.

	Taking Cam's hand in her own, Allie told her everything. As the words tumbled out, she feared she would lose her friend and would suffer the consequences. But even after she was finished, Cam would not let go of her hand.


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