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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, September 21, 2017

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: testdri6.txt
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story_codes: M/g (8), Aliens/g (8), first, pregnant, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: For three years, Hannah has been pimped by her mother's boyfriend to provide oral sex and a view of her immature body. When the night comes where someone is willing to pay the requested price for her cherry, she goes to the hotel room with dread. There is much she doesn't know about what that experience will be but she never suspects that the rental of her body would become a permanent purchase with her selected as pristine breeding stock.


story_language: English




Test Drive - Hannah's New Purpose

Written by madvlad


	Standing before the man in the chair, Hannah fixed her light green eyes on a spot on the wall behind his shoulders. There was nothing to see, which was precisely the point. She didn't want to see the man's eyes as they greedily roamed over her thin body. The wall became preferable after his gaze bored in on her chest. In her three years in the trade, Hannah never understood why her customers, as booked by her mother, found her so fascinating there when she didn't have any growth. At age eight, any hint of swelling would still be a few years away.

	Never did she suspect that her aging would soon be halted at this stage of development.

	"Take them off," the man said.

	Hannah didn't even sigh or swallow hard as she hooked her thumbs into her panties before pushing the down. This was the way she always supposed to do it - to get down to her undies and be ogled while saving the best goods for last.

	The man's hand was busy on his dick as the child's bald quim was exposed for his lustful viewing. He wasn't allowed to touch her there but he could visually those prim little cunt lips spreading sluttishly around his meat before he drilled inside and took her cherry. She'd be crying some as her blood stained his cock and maybe dribbled over her pale mound and thighs. But the kid's bitch mother was asking a steep price to be the first to break her open (at least she was for sale in that way now).  

	But there was the one form of contact that had been for sale since before he used her for the first time two years earlier. 

	"Now," was all he needed to say.

	Hannah sank to her knees in front of him as he removed his hand from his member. Her two soft, smaller ones wrapped around the base as she leaned forward. With long, careful sweeps of her tongue, the third grader moistened the surfaces of the man's prick. It was a tantalizing start but Hannah's main purpose in doing this was to make the penis clean before she took it in her mouth. An unwashed cock stuffed into her face hole was enough to make her sick.

	With the initial stage complete, she pushed her face forward even more, opening her mouth just enough to let her lips slide over the pole. The man sighed as his cock was engulfed in the soft wet suction of the little girl's mouth. One of his hands came down gently on top of her head, the fingers playing with her blonde hair as she bobbed along over his meat. He didn't need to guide her but he enjoyed the  element of potential control as the child's pursed lips and slathering tongue enhanced the carnal vacuum on his dick.

	Some men like it slow and others manically fast. This one, Hannah already knew, preferred the mid-range. Her lips tugged and clamped on his dick in her efforts to milk his balls while her tongue slithered left to right on the underside of his head and shaft. When the man finally came in her mouth, the eight year-old gulped his load down where it would float inside of her lean belly before being digested.

	Glancing at the clock in the cheap hotel room, Hannah saw that she had enough time to get dressed and be waiting outside before her mother's boyfriend picked her up for her next customer. Being on time meant there would be no hair pulling or slapping. This was the only satisfaction that Hannah had during her long working nights.

	Gom was pleased as his typed commands were translated into human babble and transmitted to their remarkably crude computer network. It was his second procurement trip to this planet and he already had acquired several pets who now securely resided in their kennels. One item on his list this trip was a breeding pet for the Lannik. A clan of them resided on the station where the pet business his cousins ran was based. 

	As the Lannik's procreation methods were more complex than most species (but not nearly the most complex, either), they were rather fussy about having any incubation receptacle that had been contaminated by any other species. Perusing several sites the humans had for the rental of young sex pets, he found a perfect match. 

	The cost for the pet with the pristine birthing orifice was high, but Gom made the online payment from a hacked off-shore account belonging to Reverend Gareth Middleby's Church of the Holy Redemption. Gom found the reverend's television shows peculiarly entertaining and had tapped into his financial servers since he seemed to raise plenty of funds.  And since, according to some untaxed account records, the preacher used some of his funds to procure the use of little pets, Gom figured that one more such purchase would not be considered out of the ordinary.

	Of course, Gom's payment was for rental only. However, during the previous such times he encountered the pet's owner or parent, they became amazingly accommodating when he announced that he was making his rental a final sale. Oh, a few resisted at first but he quickly - and physically - established that he held priority since he was of the dominant species. Then there were those who were just too abusive to the little ones and he considered his acquisition a matter of pet rescue.

	She was crying again. Rob considered telling his girlfriend's brat to stop it but knew it would be no good. Hell, the guy paying to bust her cherry might like a tearful, frightened little girl before he planted his dick in her. And - this was not a new consideration for Rob - once Hannah's snatch was open for business, he would be free to take a plunge in that little hole every now and then. Yes, definitely every now - and every then - and the times between.

	Parking his car in the rear of the hotel by a service entrance, he handed Hannah a plastic card. It was the room key for the customer; when Hannah went up by herself, she and the john wouldn't be seen together. This was part of the arrangement that concluded with the net transfer of money into an account at a check cashing outfit that charged a slightly higher premium for "losing" customers' account records.

	After Hannah exited the car, Rob turned on the radio to listen to a local sports talk show. A few minutes later, there was a rapping at his window. Figuring it was some guy making a delivery to the hotel and wanting his parking space, Rob turned to look outside. Then his jaw dropped. And then...

	There was no one in the room when Hannah arrived but she had been given instructions beforehand. After she removed her clothes, she looked at them sitting on the chair. The next time she wore them, she would no longer be a virgin. But what did that mean? She knew, from what Rob told her, that she would bleed from her kitty and it would hurt. The familiar musky slime she had swallowed countless times would be pumped into her body in a different place. But would she be a completely different person afterward? She didn't know.

	But there was nothing else to do but to lie on the bed, naked and waiting for this process to occur. When she heard the door open, she squeezed her eyes closed. However this would feel, she hoped the customer wouldn't make her watch her own violation.

	After a series of soft padding noises approaching the bed, she felt a hand gently come down on her head. It stroked her with fingers that seemed curiously long but Hannah would not open her eyes. The other hand took hold of one slim, girlish thigh and pulled it away from the other leg. Then the hand released her leg before the child felt two fingers exploring the smoothness of her vulva. 

	Had it not been for the fact that she was nude and alone with a stranger who was about to make her bleed, Hannah might have enjoyed the fondling there between her legs. Still, it didn't hurt.  The fingers spread her bald lips and she could almost sense that she was being examined. A digit cautiously prodded between her spread lips but the entry that Hannah feared didn't occur. 

	Now the finger moved over the surfaces that were usually concealed when her labia were closed to form a slit. Some places were pushed and others were rubbed. There was something happening near the top and she felt somehow stiff in a small place there. The stiffness was lightly pinched and pulled and Hannah could not keep from making noises in her throat and shifting her bottom on the bed.

	She felt feverish down there and was somehow sweating inside. It must be that because she was awfully wet. The finger stirred her leaking fluids with thick, soupy noises, coating the pinkness she could not see. Hannah's noises became louder and she was no longer bashful as she worked her hips in concert to the fingering pleasuring her.

	The eight year-old humped upward, aiding her molestation as instinct demanded that whatever was happening to her reach its conclusion. Her respiration increased and the spiraling heat in her oozing cunny suddenly exploded and Hannah let out a shout.

	Panting, she took a few minutes to recover from her climax. Less afraid now, she opened her eyes. Then she wished she hadn't when she saw the creature standing there holding a device of some kind. He pressed it against her neck and Hannah yelped as something was injected into her. In her fear, she watched the hand with the thing in it pull away and noticed the end of one finger was wet. She had a good idea why.

	She started to beg for her life when the creature pointed another gadget at her. Hannah heard a buzzing and would never see anymore of her home planet.

	It was dark when Gom slipped out from the back of the hotel with the new pet. She had her bio chip inserted to keep her at the proper age and was now unconscious. Red flashing lights caught his attention and he saw a larger transport parked next to the vehicle belonging to the pet's former owner. Gom's renegotiation to keep the pet and had been quick and relatively effortless. Unseen, he slipped away with his merchandise.

	Before he became an EMT, Leon had been an Army medic in the Panama invasion and later the Gulf War, not to mention a few other places he couldn't disclose. His partner who rode shotgun in the ambulance, Casey, was nearly a generation younger but had earned his chops doing Leon's former Army work in Afghanistan and Iraq. They got along well and occasionally shared a war story or two but both admitted they had never seen crazy shit like this.

	Leaning in from the passenger seat, Casey tried looking at the victim from a different angle to determine how someone got his head through the steering wheel while the wheel was still attached to the column. Making eye contact with Leon, the younger man shrugged.

	The victim groaned again.

	"Just hang in there, buddy," Leon said in what he hoped was a soothing voice. "We've got to get someone out here with a circular saw you can get loose. Then everything will be just fine."

	That wasn't exactly true, Leon knew, as he stared at the two bloody clumps on the floor of the car. However this guy's head had managed to get into the steering wheel, it had cost him both ears.

	Hannah shifted in her cage. Like the other little girls in their cages, she was naked. But the cushion lining the floor was remarkably comfortable and the blanket was luxuriously smooth against her bare skin. Despite her captivity, she was well fed - better than anything she had ever received at home - and her cage was more comfortable than her bed.

	She had no sense of time but her abductor was one some kind of schedule where he would release the girls one at a time for exercise. At the conclusion of her walking period, Hannah would be laid on a padded table so the creature could finger her to an orgasm. He did this to some other girls, all of whom where younger than she was. In the cage on one side, a girl of six, the most recent addition to the collection here, was sleeping soundly after she came quite noisily against their captor's fingers.

	Hannah had been next and, although satisfied, wondered why the creature didn't put his penis in her. She was no longer scared of him and watched intently every time he molested her. Now it was Alesha's turn. Alesha resided in the cage on the other side of Hannah's and was currently on the table with her legs wide spread while the alien rammed his cock into her drooling little twat. Like Hannah, Alesha was eight years old but she regularly got her hairless pussy reamed by their keeper.

	From her view point, Hannah could see the inflated lump in Alesha's belly moving. The creature had something really big on the end of his penis once he was inside a girl. Alesha's dark hair flipped as the little girl moaned loudly and came around the prick mauling her immature snatch.  Without breaking pace during the child's orgasm, the alien kept fucking until he came with such force as to make Alesha's tummy swell even larger with the jism being pumped into her. 

	When Alesha was returned to her cage, she had been cleaned and she drowsily snuggled beneath her covers. 

	"So good," she mumbled with a sleepy smile to Hannah. 

	Hannah nodded. Alesha had lived with an aunt and an uncle. The uncle and two cousins had hurtfully done all kinds of things to her before she was taken to this place. Now the creature did similar things to her but with orgasmic pleasure instead of pain. Again, Hannah wondered why he only used his fingers on her but had no complaints about the way he always finished her off.

	Three days later, Gom filled his last kennel with a two year-old designated for another Qlb'rn. The last one he had acquired had gone to the station master and he was now giving extremely favorable reviews to others of his race. Although he enjoyed playing with and training the pets, it was exhausting work and he looked forward to getting some rest once he was docked at the station and had his latest acquisitions with their new owners.

	They were called the Lannik and Hannah understood that she wasn't being rented by the hour - she belonged to them. Although the Lannik walked upright on two legs, they resembled tailless, multicolored salamanders more than anything else she could describe. A long, padded basket served as her bed and Hannah had the peculiar sense that she was some sort of pet instead of a prisoner. She was always nude but they didn't appear to have any salacious interest in her the way that customers had.

	Also occupying the room was a squat, very wide creature that resembled a collection of beanbag chairs. Situated next to her bed, Hannah thought it was some piece of furniture before several stocks shot out from the creature's body and peered at her with eyes at the end of each protuberance. Aside from looking at her, the creature didn't seem to have much interest in her. Several Lannik gestured to it for Hannah's sake and kept repeating the same odd word.

	"Flunn?" Hannah tried in her best approximation of the word.

	The Lanniks' mouths opened slightly and their arms shook - something they did when they appeared to be amused. Even if they were laughing at her attempts to speak their language, they seemed to be satisfied.

	Then the next day (she assumed it was a day), eight Lannik came to the room. As they looked at her, she worriedly noticed how large their now-erect penises were. But they left her in her bed and instead surrounded the flunn. The flunn puffed itself up and Hannah heard sticky sounds as opening appeared around three quarters of its body where the Lannik had gathered.

	Immediately, the Lannik inserted their dicks into the flunn and began copulating with it. Shocked by the alien gang bang, Hannah sat and stared. She never noticed the tendrils creeping from the flunn's body until they wrapped around her ankles and opened her legs. It wasn't violent in its actions but the flunn had surprising strength in its appendages and easily held the little girl's legs open to expose her cunny to the next thing it produced.

	It looked like a clear, fleshy hose and Hannah squeaked worriedly when she saw where it was heading. The open end of the tube clamped around the bald bulge of her little twat and flexed as if massaging her there. After a few minutes of having her immature genitals manipulated, the eight year-old relaxed.

	Taking its cue from Hannah's body language, the flunn adjusted the hose-like thing and slid it into the child's hairless slit. Constantly flexing, it coaxed the inner labia open and pressed against the membrane just behind them. 

	"It hurts," Hannah whined before yelping as her cherry was suddenly breached. Observing the little girl's defloration, the Lannik were untroubled by her momentary distress as they continued to fuck the flunn. The flunn, meanwhile, send some thick liquid through the tube to coat the interior of Hannah's snatch so she would be ready for implantation.

	When the Lannik came together, their sperm was quickly ferried to the flunn's interior where it fertilized an egg that had grown and matured from the hundreds of thousands the flunn carried. A single Lannik was not capable of fertilizing and egg; only the sperm of several would make the egg react and allow fertilization. 

	Sensing the process was done, the flunn pushed the egg into the tube. Aroused from receiving the previous copulation, it now looked forward to the intimacy as it ejaculated its egg in a climactic flourish that would last until the little human female was properly implanted. 

	The tube bulged slightly as the egg was pumped through it. Hannah gulped as it reached the smoothness of her widely spread cunny lips. It entered her, stretching her prepubescent channel tremendously. But the flunn's secretions had lubricated her and relaxed her muscles to allow the alien thing to enter her body.

	For a moment, Hannah could see the bulge in her pubis before the egg passed deeper. The tube kept convulsing and more liquid was shot from the flunn to keep moving the egg more deeply into the child's sex. The moving egg and the pulses from the tube worked mightily inside the little girl's grossly stretched pussy. Gasping wetly, Hannah felt the same moist heat that her abductor had induced before. Now her own lubrication added the egg until the forces in her tiny, utterly violated young cunt made her thrash in a fierce climax.

	With the girl bucking orgasmically, the flunn pounded more fluid against the egg. Hannah's softened cervix dilated suddenly and the egg plunged through. The implanted eight year-old groaned as a secondary orgasm flooded her body and her womb swelled with the presence of her egg.

	Although her belly was still flat, Hannah thought she could feel the egg inside her. A day or so later, eight more Lannik entered the room (by now, she could discern the body markings of several of her masters and knew this group had not been there the last time. As they clustered around the flunn, Hannah eager lay with her legs open and her pussy facing the flunn.

	She was big now - there was no doubt of it. By now, Hannah had no idea how many fertilized eggs she was incubating. But her slender body now sported a gloriously round tummy. She found it more comfortable to be on her hands and knees, presenting her bald and often drooling little cunt to the flunn during procreation. 

	Today, there was movement inside of her and instincts told her that the first egg, now softened, was rupturing to produce offspring. With two aliens holding her in a reclining, sitting position, the little girl saw her tummy heave and felt her cervix opening to release the crawling creature inside. Squeezing through the narrow confines of Hanna's quim, the creature emerged through her hairless labia and made the eight year-old a mother of sorts. It was a Lannik, miniature in detail and with a tail, in fact. 

	Hannah wondered what would happen when all of her eggs were hatched. Would they fill her up again? Her answer came the next day when eight Lannik joined the flunn. As the next egg approached her hairless twat, Hannah understood that she would always be pregnant with incubating eggs.

	One day, a group of juvenile Lannik romped into the room. Their small penises were erect and they excitedly wanted to ply at mating with the flunn. But when the adults shoed them away, one of the boy Lannik pointed to the pregnant little girl.

	Hannah's cunny watered at the site of the small hard-on and she got to her hands and knees to present herself. The adult Lannik gave their version of laughter and allowed the first young male to mound the little girl. The male rasped delightedly as he worked his prick in and out of Hannah's childish cunt. Despite repeated implantations and births, her pussy always returned to its small state and now provided a tight, slick receptacle for an alien cock.

	The male was enraptured by the gloriously hotness of the breeding girl's clenching twat. After a few minutes (far shorter a period than adults had with the flunn), he ejaculated his seedless jism into the little girl. Hannah remained in place, her preteen body's swollen belly rocking as one after another youngster busied himself in her tiny, oozing pussy. 

	There was finally just one juvenile left, smaller than the others. He seemed hesitant but Hannah, on the cusp of another cum, needed another cock. Peering back at him, she recognized his markings; he was the first one she had given birth to. 

	"Come on," she cooed, shaking her rump to coax him. 

	The eight year-old breeding calf didn't know what incest was but she felt a particular thrill when her offspring's cock plunged into her eager little cunt. He was her son in a way and was now copulating in the same place from where he had been born. The prick-filled, immature young mother quivered as her next climax began to stir.



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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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