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story_codes: M/g(11) Man/pre-teen girl, MMM+/g(8) Men/young girl, g/g girl/girl, (11/11) non-cons, anal, cons

story_intro: In order to protect her little sisters, Brooke has submitted to being a sex slave for the past three years. But even that is not enough when, while being used as a plaything with one of her repeat violators, she is forced to watch her sister, Jessie, be subjugated to a series of rapes. In her despair, she is further confused when she finds herself being seduced by another, rather peculiar girl who appears to be her age.


story_language: English




The Guardian, part 6

Written by madvlad


	Mal dropped the shopping bags onto her hotel room bed. The clothing inside didn't fit but she'd need it soon enough. Stripping to her underwear, the young (in appearance) woman stepped in front of the full length mirror and spoke the words.

	The woman born as Mafket, a princess of Egypt, had changed her outward age countless times over the centuries. It was useful as a temporary disguise or to reset her identity. She chuckled as she recounted one of the times she set her age to the one she would do today. 

	Convinced the woman who had lived to be over a hundred in fifteenth-century Seville must be a witch, the Church had sent inquisitors to get the old crone's confession of serving Satan before she met her reward in the holy flames of repentance. But there was no wizened consort of the Devil when they arrived; merely a young girl whose dark eyes fairly glowed with pious devotion as she explained that she was merely cleaning the rooms for her uncle, the proprietor, after the previous occupant suddenly left. The poor child was aghast that she was standing in a place where communion with the Unholy One had taken place but the priests assured her that she would be safe as long as she obeyed the teachings of the Church.

	After the others left, one inquisitor remained behind counsel the girl to help preserve her soul against the forces of evil that were everywhere. Playing the role of the innocent, Mafket took communion on her knees, pulling at the chalice with her mouth until the salty white "wine" spurted into her mouth. The chalice then became the communion host as it was inserted in another place.

	Mafket was bent over with her dress hiked to her slim hips. The soft, smooth lips of her cunny were visible but the priest was more interested in the entry between her trim ass cheeks. He was, she noted, quite good at this and she wondered how many choir boys had been used for practice before today. She could feel her juices leaking from her young snatch by the time the man came and planted his seed in the bowels of thy eleven year-old. After uttering a heartfelt "Hail Mary", he withdrew and left the girl to her cleaning while her body retained the warm glow of salvation in her belly and guts.

	With her eyes glued to her image in the mirror, Mal worked her spell, reversing her age. She pushed her bra straps from her shoulders and when her small adult breasts were diminished to the modest swells of nascent pubescence, the garment dropped away to her waist to display the now girlish chest.

	Mal felt the naughty, heated twist in her loins as her barely blossoming attributes were revealed. She unhooked the bra to let it fall to the floor and then addressed her panties. They were now loose around her narrower hips and it only took a slight push to send them cluttering down her legs. As she absently caressed her upper lip with her tongue, Mal took in her younger pussy.

	Through ointments, she had kept herself smooth there for ages. But in her present state, the hairlessness was natural. The lips we pressed more closely together and held traces of childish roundness that her more adult, trimmer sex lacked.

	Reaching with one hand, she fondled one tiny breast, surprised as as always was at how tender the bud was. The nipple was milk chocolate in hue atop the olive skinned mound and crinkled to hardness as soon as her thumb brushed over it.

	Her other hand reached between her legs; a finger finding a trace of moistness already present just inside the bald slit. After a few strokes, the dampness was thicker in presence and the finger plunged deeper.

	"Ah!" she grunted.

	Returning to earlier age did not restore her virginity - that was lovingly taken by her brother the night before his long slumber. But she took a deep thrill in using her womanly knowledge to molest her own preteen body. Stumbling backward, she fell onto the bed. With her legs splayed wide, she diddled herself - soon with two fingers at a time - with a lustful viciousness while she pinched and twisted her titlets with the same abandon. Squirming and sweating as she felt her own girlish charms, the eleven year-old began a series of climaxes.

	Few hotel employees in the lobby took notice of the young girl as she strode forward from the elevator reserved for the executive suite floor. The manager on duty saw the resemblance to that rather vivacious guest in room 2312 and nodded. The woman had mentioned that her niece would be joining her here. His own tastes running toward adults, he still acknowledged that the kid was already a looker - there must be strong genetics in that family.

	As her younger sisters happily played with their friends, Brooke felt hollow and isolated. The joyful peals sounded alien to her; making her agitated with deepening worry. She desperately wanted Jessie and Chloe to remain carefree and innocent and had been willing to sacrifice herself for this but something nagged at her instincts.

	She called it the spider web in her head and never told anyone, not even her parents when they were alive. If there was something...approaching...was how she best described it, it tugged at her mind. When she was first aware of this dubious skill, the incidents were well-defined. When she was eight, the spider web danced as something horrible approached one evening.

	The girls' usual sitter was there while their parents were out with friends on a sailboat. They would be home by midnight, their mother said, and in the evening, Brooke watched the stars from the front porch. It had been a clear night and her lazy viewing ended abruptly as the web violently shook inside her.

	Over in the bay, a fog had moved in, unusual so late but not unheard in the capriciousness of the local weather systems. It reduced visibility on the water and, combined with a harbor pilot at the wheel of a tanker after a six-pack with dinner, gave no chance of survival for the occupants of the wood-hulled sail-powered boat that was crushed beneath the steel girth of the huge ship.

	Brooke felt it on the porch but was unable to scream from the icy sensation of water filling her lungs although the area was dry. She might have blacked out after that but when she awoke, she understood with horrific clarity that she would never see her parents again.

	Now she felt the web twisting as she regarded Jessie and Chloe. It wasn't fair! After everything that Brooke had done; had allowed to be done to her, she couldn't...

	"Hey!"

	Brooke whirled around, surprised to find a girl grinning at her. For a moment, she felt an odd sense of familiarity although she hadn't seen her before. Maybe it was how she looked - the dark hair and the dark eyes just like Brooke's and her sisters. But this girl had darker skin like she was Hispanic although her facial features seemed so how more exotic. Still, there was something that made Brooke's spider web flutter gently in...welcome?

	"My name's Mal," the other girl said. "I just moved here."

	"Oh, I'm Brooke."

	"Brooke," Mal nodded. "Cool. Sooo...can I be here like this or is there some sort of dress code?"

	Mal casual gestured at her t-shirt and shorts before tilting her head at some other nearby girls.

	Every school-age girl in this neighborhood went to Fairmont, the private school, and everyone was dressed in their uniforms of Navy blue and white. Many of them had their blazers off, folded on benches next to nannies, but that was the only variance except for the very younger set like Chloe and company who hadn't begun kindergarten yet. 

	"No," Brooke laughed, sensing some impish rebelliousness in the new arrival. "We all go to Fairmont Girls' Academy. What about you?"

	Mal had been so drawn by something inside of Brooke that she was caught unaware by the question.

	"Uh, Riverdale," she replied, mentally cursing herself as the one idea that came to her. But that was a high school, damn it!

	"Hm, never heard of that one," Brooke said.

	"Oh yeah, it's pretty cool," Mal continued. 'Usually, I hang around with Archie and Jughead and Betty and Veronica and the rest of the gang. But today I thought I'd check out the park. You want to show me around?"

	"Oh...um..." Brooke turned to see her sisters still at play while their nanny, Roberta, sat with several other minders nearby more or less surveying the scene. "Sure."

	The two girls strode through the park, chatting about innocuous things. Brooke admitted a slight crush on a pop star, Stevie Darrow, and Mal understood. Having aged herself down to ten years of age for one night last year, she had enjoyed a marathon fuck session with the singer who definitely liked to reciprocate the affections his young fans had for him.

	More importantly, Mal was able to probe Brooke's psyche a bit. The girl definitely had some extrasensory perception - fate savvy - Mal called it. Brooke wasn't a mind reader, but she could feel an aura of trouble. What was threatening her sisters? Was it the same thing that had happened to Brooke? Yes, Mal could feel an injury - and accumulation of them - her blood relative. 

	It was this family connection that allowed her to push deeper and let Brooke's barriers dissolve somewhat. A connection stirred and, finding that they were alone along a wooded path, Mal stopped abruptly. When Brooke turned around in puzzlement, Mal took her by the shoulders and peered into her eyes.

	The girls seemed to soften inside each other's gaze and the connection grew. Brooke felt lightheaded while Mal's reaction was more of a thrill of the hunt as she closed in on her prey.

	"Whatever is happening," Mal said huskily. "You're not alone anymore."

	When Mal leaned forward, Brooke anticipated the contact with her mouth and pushed her lips out slightly. Despite her own travails, she imagined what it was like to be kissed by a boy - to receive something she wanted. But her first kiss was with another girl and she didn't care. None of the men who did things to her ever kissed her like this - they only took but now this was sharing.

	With their hands clutching each other, they shuffled from the sandy and gravel path and into the trees. Mal became more insistent as she pressed her mouth more firmly against Brooke's lips. When Mal's tongue slipped in, Brooke shuddered. She wanted to melt against Mal and then she felt the other girl pressing against her, radiating an urgent heat that made Brooke moist and desperately seeking more. 

	Through her training bra and blouse, Brooke felt the other preteen's breasts, firm little mounds, pressing perfectly against her tiny swellings. Wishing her clothes would dissolve, Brooke hugged Mal more tightly, trying to show her enthusiasm but sensed her new friend ["lover" -  the thought echoed in her head in a language she did not know, yet understood] possessed a strength she could not fathom. Brooke eagerly awaited the next thing to come and...

	"Brooke!" a small voice called out from down the path. "Brooke! 'Berta says we gotta go!"

	Brooke froze, indecisive. Roberta, the nanny was likely with Chloe and headed this way.

	"Tomorrow," Mal promised. "I'll find you."

	Brooke nodded, relieved that she wouldn't get caught yet aching to still be touched. As if reading her mind, Mal grinned devilishly. She boldly pulled Brooke's uniform skirt up and slid her hand along the slender thighs until she reached the panty-covered apex. The cotton there was damp. 

	Brooke whined in embarrassment until Mal unzipped her shorts. She took Brooke's hand and pressed it against her crotch.

	"Me too," Mal said with a wink as Brooke's fingers were moistened by the product of arousal.

	Then Mal slipped behind a tree in a manner startling quick and silent. If she had been any more agile and fast about it, she simply would have vanished in front of Brooke.

	Brushing the front of her clothing to remove any nonexistent evidence of her abbreviated tryst, Brooke made her way back to the path and walked toward the others with what she hoped was an air of nonchalance. When she rounded a bend, she saw Roberta and Chloe. 

	The nanny looked businesslike as she often did while Chloe gave her bigger sister a smile full of tiny baby teeth and waved.

	"Jessie had to go and we gotta go, too," she informed Brooke.

	Where did Jessie go?" Brooke asked, puzzled.

	"It's taken care of," Roberta answered brusquely. "But we have to return or we'll be late."

	Brooke didn't understand any of it but when they arrived home, Walter was waiting for her. Chloe, often the cheerful one, happily greeted one of her grandpa's friends as she always did. When Walter grinned back at her, Brooke had the sensation of invisible slime oozing from the man in an attempt to envelope and utterly corrupt the precious tyke. Then Roberta purposely led Chloe away and Brooke followed the man to the guest bedroom. 

	This time, Walter had her sitting in his lap. They were both naked and his hardness was inside her. Once he had crammed as much of his dick into her as he could fit, Walter held her in place as his fingers trailed over the splayed, hairless lips of her prepubescent twat. 

	Brooke tried to blank him out, imagining instead that it was Mal with her. They were both nude and pressed together; feeling each other's moistness but not with their fingers.

	"You're really starting to like this, aren't you?" Walter chuckled as he felt the girl's fluids more evident.

	Brooke blushed. It was the thought of the mysterious Mal that had done it and know even that brief bit of pleasure was being used against her. 

	"This should really get your water running, then," the man said as he picked up an iPad he had brought with him. "This is live feed. Hold it so we can both watch and don't you dare move it or drop it."

	The sound came on a moment before the video image did. In those few seconds, Brooke could hear Jessie's voice as she tearfully begged someone not to do something. Her little sister was groaning the dark screen was replaced with color.

	Jessie was in profile, standing on some sort of box and leaning forward against a wall. There adults - men - around her although the camera view cut off their heads. The source of Jessie's distress was evident as the back of her dress was flipped up onto the small of her back as a large hand tugged her panties down until they were bunched around her legs at mid-thigh.

	Walter's cock pulsed inside Brooke's snug pussy as he admired the smooth, milky-skinned curves of the eight year-old's buttocks on the screen. The hand that had pulled her panties now returned with a dollop of something greasy on one finger. When the finger disappeared between the trim little ass globes, Jessie flinched and squeaked.

	"Nooo! Don't do that to my bum!" the child wailed. "Ungh! No, you're inside and it hurts. I mmmff!"

	Another man's hand clamped over the little girl's mouth. Jessie's complaints continued, muffled but strident as the finger smeared the thick lubricant inside her innocent bottom. She didn't understand that she was being prepared for something much worse.

	Now both hands gipped the child's hips. She was small enough for his thumbs to dig into the small, fleshy pillows of her rear and end pull them apart slightly. Then more of the man appeared; the stiff dick that aimed between buttocks of the mewling third grader.

	Jessie went still as she felt something pressing against her greased rear entrance. When the man began to breach her anus, her eyes widened in concert with the expanding little orifice that could not protect her virtue back there. The eight year-old squealed in pain and indignity and tried to squirm but she was held fast has her virgin rectum was relentlessly penetrated by the adult's hard member. With slow strokes, the man buggered the captured little girl, producing thick sounds of greasy friction as his cock burrowed its way in and out of the youngster's ravished bottom.

	Above the hand over her mouth, Jessie's cheeks reddened and her eyes poured tears as the assault she could not understand stretched her innards for the sake of the man's pleasure. The speed of her buggering increased and the child gibbered wordlessly into the hand, sounding more like a wounded animal.

	With pounding thrusts, the man raped the third grader's stretched anal sheath. The muscular ring of her forced-open sphincter clenched at the hard prick but could not prevent the strokes inside the gel-smeared snug oven of her little ass. On every thrust, the man tried to open her interior a little more, working more of his cock into her guts. He couldn't get all the way in, but his swinging ball sack was able to make occasional contact with Jessie's bald twat as if to tell her that this, too, would eventually become a sex toy as well.

	The repeated slamming of cock inside the clinging chute of the little preteen's tender ass made the pressure in the man's testicles grow painful. On the screen, Brooke could see her sister's slim body undulating in reaction to the hot slime being spewed deep into her violated rectum.

	Walter snatched the pad away and rolled over so that he was now on top of Brooke. Goaded by the savage ass rape of the smaller girl, he used the eleven year-old's tight cunt with great force. Brooke's face was jammed into the bed and she had to turn her head to breathe while her prepubescent twat was drilled with hard meat. After getting seeded by her rapist, she was turned on her back so she had to face the man as he prepared to fuck her again.

	Walter pulled the girl's slender legs apart, hooking them around his waist as if she was a lover urging him on. Bringing his weight to bear, he once again skewered the preteen's smooth slit with his prick. By now, Brooke's snatch was slick with his jism and, despite its smallness compared to the man's tool, made it a welcoming fuck hole. Sawing his girth in and out of the gasping sixth grader's pussy, he lasted longer this time. 

	At the end of every push, he bore down against her cervix. He knew he couldn't breach it but his actions forced her to stretch in length to better serve her purpose as a pleasure slut. She still had no enthusiasm but he knew his boss, George Rivers, had some other nasty surprises ready to keep the girl in line. Jessie's little sodomy party was just an opening act.

	Grunting harshly, he pumped more sperm into Brooke's still-unready chamber. He wondered if George would put the kid on the pill or let her get knocked up. She would soon become a nearly non-stop cum dump for all kinds of men do it would only be a matter of time before she got pregnant once her body was sufficiently ripened. 

	"Now," he gasped as he pulled out of the girl's dripping hole. "This one took a while so let's see how Jessie the ass-slut is doing."

	Jessie's high voice was still muffled but now it was because of a man's cock working in her young mouth. Gurgling and choking, she performed her forced fellatio and Brooke could tell from the residue around her mouth and on her chin that this wasn't the first man she had taken there. 

	Her poor sister! Brooke hiccupped with a sob. When her own abuse had begun, it had been with one man at a time. Now her innocent sister, who knew nothing of sex, was being used by many in her first time. 

	And the men had not ignored her rear end. The video camera panned down the third grader's sleek little body, capturing the sheen of sweat on the boyish chest the bruising already appearing around the tiny nipples. Reaching the point where she was bent over, Jessie's delectable rump quivered from the cock driving into her now sopping asshole. 

	The semen of her previous rapes bubbled out lewdly, adding to the slathered scum collecting on her buttocks and thighs. There were also darker stains mixed in the fluids from where the eight year-old's tunnel had torn a little. Jessie jerked again, signaling another influx of semen into her bottom. When the man withdrew, the camera showed the little girl's asshole. It was red and gaping as jism leaked from it.

	But even in that state she was still pitifully small and she mewled in pain around the meat in her mouth as another buggering cock plugged her snug bottom for another assault. Aroused by the images, Walter pushed Brooke to the bed again and aimed his cock like a weapon at the trembling eleven year-old's hairless, oozing mound.

	Brooke spent the day in a haze. Jessie was still missing and she had no answers for Chloe. Even the usually bubbly four year-old could tell something was wrong. Trudging away from where Roberta (damn that woman!) was sitting, Brooke didn't get far before encountering Mal. The other girl was carrying a backpack for some reason and quickly led Brooke into the trees.

	"Tell me everything," Mal said, shading her request with a spell that helped to break Brooke's reluctance. With Brooke's despair, her walls were easily broken and she spilled out everything while Mal held her. Brooke didn't even think to wonder why she could so easily unburden herself to someone she barely knew but there was something about Mal that inspired implicit trust. And trust was something Brooke had little of anymore. 

	"I don't know what to do," Brooke sobbed as she finished. "I can't do anything. I...I..."

	"I can," Mal responded. 

	"But you're like me, just a kid."

	"Yeah, but you shouldn't sell me short - or you either. Besides, I called my brother in. He'll watch out for Chloe and you and I will find Jessie. I have a plan."

	"But what...?"

	Mal interrupted Brooke's query with a kiss on the mouth.

	"But first we have to get you calm so you can be clear-headed. Get you calm and relaxed and I know just the way."

	Brooke looked around - they were barely off the path and were sure to be discovered. Besides, she was in no mood for this.

	Mal could sense the girl's reluctance and grinned as she spoke something in a language Brooke didn't understand. It was a spell that made people ignore her presence while she was in plain view and the protection extended to those immediately around her. It had also been useful when she and Nick paid an unannounced and undetected visit to George Rivers' house today.

	More often, though, Mal used it for sex. She was especially turned on by going all out in public, even when no one else was the wiser. One of her favorite spots for centuries had been by the Egyptian obelisk in the middle of St. Peter's Square in the Vatican. Last year, she had spent the entire duration of the Pope's Easter service entangled with a pair of twelve year-old twins - one boy and one girl - while she presented herself at the same age.

	With her mouth closed, Mal worked another spell in silence. Only when she opened her mouth did she vocally utter the final syllable just as her tongue touched Brooke on the lips. The spell only worked on those who already held feelings for Mal and it made Brooke's despair melt away as lust took over.

	As the eleven year-old's kissed deeply, Mal unbuttoned Brooke's white school blouse and pulled it open. Then she stripped her t-shirt off to display a pair of graceful little mounds that rose modestly from her lean chest. The nipples were stiff; light chocolate in color against the smooth, olive skin around them.

	Brooke was embarrassed by her tiny chest nubbins in comparison when Mal pushed her training bra out of the way. Her breasts - they could barely be called that, nearly made Mal's muffin-tops look buxom by comparison.

	"They're beautiful," Mal whispered and lowered her head to take one pink nipple and its puffy surrounding flesh in her mouth.

	"Ahhh!" Brooke sighed, holding Mal's head as her titlet was enveloped by the other girl's lips and sucked. Mal's tongue lashed across the pink tip to induce it to stiffen. After treating the other breast in the same manner, she straightened to kiss Brook on the mouth. This time, the girls' bare, blooming mounds made firm contact. Mal shifted from side to side to let her nippies slide against Brooke's spit-slick buds.

	Brooke kept her eyes closed as their tongues made love, vaguely aware of Mal moving in some way. It wasn't until Mal took one step back that she saw that the other girl had slid her shorts and panties down. When she saw the dew shining on the smooth lips of Mal's cunny, Brooke felt a bit embarrassed but a bit more aroused. She had caused that! Mal's eyes were locked onto Brooke's as she stepped out of her garments.

	Then it was her own skirt being unbuttoned. It fluttered to the ground and Brooke's pulse raced as Mal pulled her panties down. Kneeling, Mal leaned forward as Brooke stared in disbelief. 

	Of course she had been made to take penises in her mouth but she didn't want to make Mal suffer the same indignity but with her cunny instead. But she did have the competing urge to have the contact on her intimate place. Brooke's dilemma was fleeting as Mal's lips flexed around her bald mons and commenced to introduce the other eleven year-old to the pleasures of Sapphic love.

	Mal sucked at the hairless swell of prepubescent femininity, languidly tasting the skin with her tongue before finding the cleft that led to the inner treasure. The sixth grader's juices graced the tip of Mal's tongue as it probed between the labia. As Brooke moaned, Mal felt her hands wrapping around her head; softly at first but then clenching harder and pressing her in as her fires grew.

	It was the signal for Mal to become more aggressive. Now her teeth came into play, lightly chewing the pliant girl flesh. She scraped Brooke's achingly hard clitty with her front teeth while her tongue savaged the swampy hole of the preteen's cunt. With unnatural strength, Mal pushed her tongue into the other eleven year-old's pussy, fucking her and tasting her deeply while still chewing on the tender vulva.

	Brooke felt her knees buckling as she was relentlessly eaten but Mal's hands slid over her satiny ass cheeks and held her upright as she sent the girl to her first climax. Brooke wanted to scream as her orgasm burst but only a few light croaks escaped her wide open mouth as her young sex pulsed the gift of thanks in torrents of nectar that were gratefully accepted into her lover's mouth.

	As Mal slowly stood up, she slid her hands along the sides of Brooke's nude body. Holding the girl by her shoulders, Mal kissed her and pushed her tongue in so that Brooke could taste her own essence. Then Mal took one of Brooke's hands and placed it between her legs before pushing on the index finger.

	"Put it in me," she whispered to Brooke.

	Brooke tentatively slid a finger into Mal's sopping twat. She didn't want to go in too far and hurt her. Sensing her reluctance, Mal grinned.

	"Don't worry, I don't have my cherry either."

	"Oh," Brooke acknowledged in sorrowful empathy.

	"No, it's not like that. My brother took mine when I was seven - and it was wonderful."

	Brooke gaped and allowed Mal to control her hand. The link between the girls helped to guide her and she nearly instinctively understood how Mal wanted to be touched. She diddled Mal's hairless quim with force, hooking her finger to press into the flesh just behind the pubic bone. In response, Mal hunched her hips, fucking Brooke's digit with us much lust as Brooke was using it with.

	The preteens kissed again; their tongues twisting and pressing together frantically while Mal's snatch heated and drooled until she reached her climax. Still holding Brooke's hand, Mal brought it up until she dabbed the soaked finger against the hard nipple of each of Brooke's breast buds. Then Mal licked her cunny fluids from the preteen's cute little buds before bringing the finger to Brooke's mouth.

	"Taste me," she huskily ordered. 

	Nearly drowning in the equally dark eyes of her lover and relative, Brooke sucked her finger and tasted the love of another girl for the first time. They stood together wordlessly, naked, until a group of teenage boys came boisterously along, jostling each other playfully. Brooke saw them look their way but they never reacted to the sight of two nude girls.

	"That stuff you said," Brooke mused. "Was it some kind of..."

	"Magic?" Mal suggested. "Yes it was. Like I said before, you shouldn't sell me short. Now, let's get dressed."

	After their clothing was back in place, Mal picked up her backpack and gestured for Brooke to follow.

	"What now?" Brooke asked. 

	"We go to your house for a sleepover and we'll figure out how to get Jessie back. I have a couple of ideas."

	"No! I mean, that man who...Walter. He'll be coming over again tonight and if you're there he might..."

	"Hey, you know what they say about sleepovers," Mal laughed. "Nobody really sleeps."



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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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