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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, May 30, 2019

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Filename: stealin3.txt
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story_codes: Man/little girl, M/g(9), semi-cons, non-cons

story_intro: As Wayne becomes more dominating over his very young "bride", he takes from her what her mother would not give him. And so Peyton suffers through her first anal sex while the man enjoys the buttery grip of her little ass sheath. But Wayne is also thinking ahead of where to go next and becomes increasingly paranoid.


story_language: English






Stealing Peyton, part 3

Written by madvlad


	After a week of marriage, Peyton saw no magic in it anymore. With Wayne, it was a series of frequent demands for her to act like a wife; that is, to let him put his penis in her young mouth and bald cunny whenever he wished. He didn't even give her the pleasure of cumming anymore - that was up to her. She had managed it once with her fingers but now she was often too exhausted and aching between her legs to give herself any more attention there.

	As they had woken up not long before, she was naked and on all fours on the bed. She was always naked in bed and inside the cabin in general. More than once, he had taken her while she was bent over the small table or even on the floor. The only clothing she had worn in five days was her swimsuit for going outside. Even then, Wayne would inevitably push her top up to pinch her undeveloped nipples and pull down her bottoms for another hard fuck - usually from behind.

	Outside, he had used her like an animal, having his way while she was on all fours in the leaves or draping her over a fallen tree like he had that first time in plain view of the lake and the people out there having fun.

	Yesterday, he fucked her twice in the water while he stood holding her with only their heads and the tops of their shoulders above the water. Passing boaters might have thought they were playing. The first time, they were face to face as he pulled her down onto him. The water that was first pushed into her cunt by his dick was cold but it soon heated up and mixed with her sex fluids as Wayne rutted inside her prepubescent snatch.

	The second time, he held her against his front facing outward. She could feel his hardness poking around between her buttocks before finding the smooth little swell of her twat. Again, the nine year-old's lusciously clinging twat was impaled before she was bounced in the water until another load of hot man goo flooded her immature sex.

	Biting her lip now this morning, Peyton endured another round of doggy-style coitus while Wayne grunted about what a cute little bitch she was. He didn't say many nice things to her anymore except when talking about how tight she was on his prick and all that.

	Well of course she was, she thought in irritation. She was just a little girl and he was a full grown man doing this husband-and-wife-thing. The size of their body parts made their fit inevitably close. Her eyes roved toward the cheap mantle over the cabin's unlit fireplace to the shiny ring - too large to stay on her finger - the one Wayne had given her so they would be married. Then Wayne's fingers tightened on her hips in a way she knew and was already expecting the burst of semen in her unready baby maker before it reached there.

	"You clean up," Wayne said around a last mouthful of hash browns. He used a Sterno stove to prepare the meals they ate hot. "I'm going to get more groceries and you know you have to stay put or else you'll get arrested if someone recognizes you."

	Peyton nodded silently. Perhaps she would wear some clothes while he was gone. But what was the point? She knew what kind of meal Wayne would want the moment he came back.

	Driving into town, Wayne mused over their situation. Sure, he had Peyton cowed into believing she was a fugitive from the law and a steady dose of Vitamin Cock kept her in line. There was still plenty of money in the stash left by the cabin's owner but he knew they couldn't stay here forever. It would be better to leave before they were desperate for cash and tried something foolish.

	In a little over six weeks, it would be Labor Day Weekend and that would be the time to leave. If the cops were still actively searching for her, he and Peyton would be concealed among the other travelers in the crowded roadways.

	As he walked the aisles in the small supermarket, Wayne considered his options for keeping them in money. He trusted his wits and ability to make the best of a sudden situation - hell, that was how he had wound up here with Peyton. And if there were times when they needed some quick cash, well, Peyton would have to be the obedient wife and help support them.

	Pulling a plastic tub from a shelf in the dairy section, Wayne wondered how much he could get for renting Peyton by the half-hour. There would be plenty of guys who'd pay well to have a nine year-old's mouth massaging their dick or, for more money, sinking their meat into some prime, hairless pussy. Or maybe they could use...

	Wayne grinned - sure enough, another inspired idea! Remembering what Francine had denied him, he reached and took a second plastic container from the shelf.

	Since their refrigeration consisted of two ice chests - one for Wayne's beer and the other for food - Peyton wondered why he got two tubs of butter. But it was only a fleeting thought as he had her in her familiar hands-and-knees position on the bed. Then she saw that he held one of the containers as he took of the lid.

	"Way-yne," she giggled in spite of her situation as he started to smear the stuff on her rump. "S-stop that!"

	This was so silly but she liked that he was acting more like the Wayne she used to know. Only when he pressed more of it between her buttocks did she get slightly annoyed.

	"Quit!" she complained. "You're gonna get some of that in my bum."

	Wayne set the butter down and then Peyton heard his belt buckle rattling. She sighed in resignation but then smirked when she realized he was going to get butter all over himself. Would she make fun of him for that!

	Now he was rubbing the end of his dick between her ass cheeks and Peyton shook her head. He was going to get butter in her kitty when he did the next thing and she idly wondered if that would feel good. He went a lot harder in her when he took her from behind but now she hoped he was going to make her feel good again. But now he was...no...

	"Wayne, not there," she scolded.

	"Just like your mama," he panted. "But now you're married to me so here we go."

	"Nnnnn...aaaaiiiii!" Peyton screamed as her buttered virgin anus was abruptly opened. "Stop! Stop it! It hurts! Ohhh!"

	Wayne tightened his grip on the little girl's slender waist as he drove his prick into her petite virgin ass. Still, Peyton worked her legs and grabbed at the crumpled blanket in the desperate attempt to get away. But she was overpowered and there was nothing she could do as Wayne raped his way into her innocent bottom.

	The young blonde's tight sphincter clamped on the moving shaft but it was too well greased to provide much resistance. So the man roughly plundered the child's rectum with his adult member. The tender flesh of her interior was hot around his cock as Wayne pounded it, making his way deeper into the nine year-old's ass with every buggering stroke.

	Peyton's struggles ceased and she dropped her upper body down onto her elbows, pressing her face to a dirty sheet. She sobbed and mumbled entreaties for Wayne to stop but the child bride had to endure the sodomy that corrupted another part of her body. Her heavily buttered anal chute expanded to hug the hard prick like a second skin.

	The vibrations of the cock work in her ass seemed to resonate to Peyton's core. Now melted, the butter made her oily against the thick tool that reamed her innards. And for Wayne's viewing pleasure globes of the little girl's rump tried to close together but quivered as the cock hammered between them.  Clenching his teeth, he felt the violent clench in his groin just before he spewed his boiling cream into the deeper recesses of the nine year-old's colon. His underage wife hiccupped a few sobs as her ass was creamed.

	After he pulled out, Peyton limped from the bed to get to the sole water spigot in the cabin. But Wayne grabbed her by the arm and showed her his resurrecting hard-on.

	"Your ass is too good." He chortled. "I'm ready to go at it again."

	When Peyton shook her head, he tightened his fingers around her arm and grinned.

	"Okay, I can use another hole. You do like the taste of butter, right?"

	Horrified, Peyton stared at him before returning to the bed. She meekly settled in place and presented herself to her husband and master.

	Wayne eyed the middle-aged couple walking together in the grocery store. They seemed happy enough together but he smugly knew that there was no way the guy was getting his dick wrung out several times day in every hole his woman had to offer. Since breaking in Peyton's ass four days earlier, Wayne had a buffet of girlish orifices to choose from every time he felt hungry. And there was no way that guy's wife was smooth and tight like Wayne's sex kitten.

	Or sex slave. Wayne thought it might be fun to put Peyton in a leash and dog collar. He had to keep her feeling low if he was going to maintain control. She still had a spark in her that was fun now and then but when they left this place, he couldn't risk having her try some stunt for fun and get them noticed.

	Driving back, Wayne replayed several porn videos in his head and imagined Peyton in some of the degrading situations he had masturbated to since dating her mother. He had some thin rope in the bed of his truck and he decided to take it into the cabin with him. It was good that it was close because his pecker was upright and in need when he saw the dirt road that served as a curving driveway to his hideout.

	It was only then that he noticed the vehicle behind him. Or rather, it was the suddenly flashing blue and red lights that got his attention. He pulled off just at the dirt road, panicked that he had been caught. How the hell would anyone know? He had let his beard grow as a disguise and his license plate was deliberately dirty.

	Well, it looked like he and Peyton would have to go on the run earlier than planned. As the door opened on the police SUV behind him, Wayne reached for his glove compartment.

	Sheriff's Deputy Tom "High Speed" Chase liked it out here. Despite the nickname his fellow officers had given him solely because of his name, he preferred things slow and easy.

	The biggest problem in the summer was trouble fueled by too much alcohol and in the winter it was mostly people driving too fast on slick roads. Yes, there had been a few nasty-looking wrecks and victims, but he didn't have to worry about race riots and gang violence and nut jobs from each end of the spectrum blowing things up or shooting into crowds to make their statement. His brothers and sisters in big city blue could take the higher paychecks for that. Out here, he preferred knowing that he could return home every evening to the pandemonium of his wife and kids.

	At the moment, he had a guy with a sagging muffler. Protocol said that he should radio in the license plate as a standard check but it was too muddied. No meth freak here - just a guy that Tom would warn so that dragging muffler wouldn't get lower and start making sparks. That was a recipe for a forest fire. Why, they still had fire fighters from across five states over in Georgia battling a blaze for nearly a week now.

	Tom exited his SUV and started toward the truck when the driver's door swung open. Shaking his head, Tom knew he'd have to admonish the driver for not staying put. Then he saw the pistol being raised in his direction.

	Peyton jumped when she heard the gunfire. Hunting wasn't allowed around here in the summer because of all the campers in the woods but this sounded very close. Grabbing some of her neglected clothing, she got dressed and realized how strange it was to feel her panties against her skin again.

	Hurrying outside in a t-shirt and shorts, she could hear an engine running, or maybe more than one. Flashing lights speckled from the roadway and she cautiously made to the end of the dirt drive.

	She saw the deputy first and he didn't look very good. Then she saw Wayne and he looked worse. He was lying in the road with a pistol not far from his outstretched hand. His face was turned away from her but the blood and his lack of motion told her all she needed to know. Looking at the deputy, she thought he was about to throw up.

	Reality was barely out of arm's reach, skittering around him in shattered pieces as he replayed what had happened. He killed the guy. He had never so much as pointed his weapon at anyone but...but. Why did the driver start shooting? He was wild in aim and there were two holes in Tom's SUV to prove it.

	Even more amazing to Tom was his own cool reaction. He drew and fired three shots into the other guy's - the perpetrator's - chest and dropped him. Three shots and three deadly hits (or maybe only two were mortal). And just like that he had taken a life. But at least he was here and would see Stacy and the kiddos tonight.

	Then he saw a little blonde girl - perhaps a couple of years older than his eldest offspring. She looked familiar and then he remembered the bulletins. She had the same name as that NFL quarterback, what was it? He was retired now but still doing a bunch of commercials...

	"Hey," Tom said. "Is your name Peyton?"

	
Two Weeks Later

	Peyton was attempting cartwheels. She was not very good at it yet but now and then she got one that came out fairly well. After all of the fuss and attention upon her return, she felt like things were back to normal.

	Of course, she hadn't told anyone about marrying Wayne or those things they did. No, as far as they knew, they had camped out at the cabin after he tricked her into coming with him. Well, that part was true - just not the whole truth. Still, she had pocketed the ring unseen when that policeman followed her to the cabin.

	The news people said he was a hero but he seemed like he could do without the attention just like Peyton. He seemed like a nice guy and she hoped everything had quieted down for him.

	Deuce was hanging out at the trailer to watch Peyton while Momma was getting her hair done - for real this time. In her furtive glimpses toward the man, she saw him regarding her like Wayne used to do.

	Would he want to marry her, too? Peyton wasn't going to let him, knowing full well how things went downhill after the first few and fun days of marriage. Then Peyton felt a warm itch in her shorts as she remembered how Wayne touched her during the good times.

	No, she wasn't going to be Deuce's wife. Turning, she gave him a smile. But maybe he'd like to have another girlfriend.


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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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