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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Friday, January 27, 2012

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Filename: thepygma.txt
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story_codes: M/g(8), first, cons

story_intro: A wealthy billionaire is in search of a little girl to make his ward and bedmate. An organization is in business to do just that, acquiring children from horrible households so they won't be missed. The milionaire is skeptical when he sees the neglected youngster they select for him. In six months, he'll have access to the finished product and will determine if she's a keeper. When the time comes, he is more than pleasantly surprised with how well the girl appears and behaves in public. And he can hardly wait to see how she will act in private.

story_language: English




The Pygmalion Project

Written by madvlad


	"Have you ever heard of the play, 'Pygmalion'?" Klaus asked as they entered the dingy apartment.

	"Sure," Mark replied. "George Bernard Shaw. The play they based 'My Fair Lady' on."
Although he was not a hypochondriac by nature, the horrid nature of this place was threatening to make the billionaire a germaphobe.

	"Precisely. That is why we call our enterprise the Pygmalion Project. Instead of the old myth of the sculpture's statue Galatea coming to life, we go with a take of Shaw's interpretation - turning lowlifes into something desirable for our clients."

	They paused at the doorway of one bedroom, their nostrils assailed by the sour reek of unwashed skin. A bedraggled woman lay in a crystal meth stupor on sheets that might have once been white.

	"Not a chance," said Mark.

	"Of course not," Klaus assured him. "It's her daughter we're here to take. But as you can see, the mother won't be raising any fuss. I doubt she has the capacity to realize her child will be gone. Ah, here we are."

	They entered the second bedroom to find a little girl sitting on a bed, holding a doll that was likely fished from a dumpster. The child's brown hair was matted and dirty. Her nose was dripping snot that didn't seem to bother her. Amid the smudges of grime were some bruises on one cheek that might have matched the mother's fingers. There was no telling how she acquired the nasty looking scab above her left eye brow.

	As the men entered the room, the girl briefly looked at them with dull gray eyes before returning her attention to her battered doll. It was obvious that she was used to strangers coming and going at all hours.

	"This is La La, she's seven and a half," said Klaus by way of introduction. The girl did not react to her name.

	"La La?"

	"In one of her rare lucid moments, the mother explained that they were words to a song she liked."

	"Seriously?"

	"Yep. But don't worry, we'll change the name."

	"There's a small mercy. One last thing..." Mark began.

	Klaus nodded to one of the two women who had accompanied them.

	"Is she a virgin?" Karl said, completing Mark's question. "We'll check again."

	The woman pulled on a pair of latex gloves while the other pulled down the child's pants. A flat "huh" was La La's only comment as she was probed. From his angle, Mark could only see some bare skin from the side as the woman conducted her brief examination. 

	"She's completely intact," the woman said as she got to her feet and stripped off the gloves.

	"Then we are a go?" Klaus asked Mark with an expectant smile.

	"Do you really think you can make something out of that?"

	"Give us six months. If you like her, then you pay -just as we said before."

	"You've got your work cut out for you, then," Mark said, shaking his head as he shook Klaus' hand. 

	He wished them well and left the apartment before the others left with the girl.

	
Six Months Later:

	At age forty-four, Mark had been through two marriages that left his ex-wives with comfortable settlements, no future claims on his sizeable fortune, and their mouths shut. Another marriage had no appeal to him, but the idea of having a young - very young - female ward appealed to him greatly.  Having a companion he would see from childhood, through puberty, and beyond was a perfect fit - someone who would understand and support his whims. And perhaps in the future they would share in the pleasure of another little girl.

	He stood in the tastefully-appointed lobby of a fine restaurant, waiting for his new "niece" who he would have legal custody of if he chose to keep her after tonight. Although still dubious as to whether Klaus and company could have done much with the snot-leaking little thing he had seen a half year earlier, he was anxious to find out.

	Klaus entered the restaurant, leading a little girl by the hand. At first Mark thought that Klaus had acquired a different child for him, but something told him that this was the same one. She had certainly cleaned up well.

	The girl was dressed in a pink dress with the sleeves pulled down from her shoulders, showing off the light tan that graced her smooth, flawless skin. Her brown hair was much lighter, having been washed, and quite glossy from some careful brushing. It hung in perfectly trimmed bangs in the front and was cut just above the shoulders in a sophisticated version of a page-boy cut in the back. 

	"Mark," said Klaus, shaking his hand. "Meet Melanie. Melanie, meet your Uncle Mark."

	"How do you do?" she said in a well modulated voice as she grinned shyly. 

	"Delighted to meet you," Mark replied, eliciting a sparkle in her lively gray eyes.

	Klaus said his good-byes, informing them that Melanie's suitcase would be given to Mark's chauffer. After he left, Mark allowed the waiter to show him and La, no, Melanie to their table. Melanie's dress stopped at the knees, exposing slender claves that were just as delicately tanned as her face and shoulders. Mark felt his mouth watering as he walked slightly behind her, wondering what the rest of her legs looked like. He even wanted to see her feet bare, although now they were hidden in a pair of white slipper-like shoes. 

	Mark observed her carefully as she read the menu. By the movement of her eyes, she was having no trouble with the words. Although the dining room was low lit, there was still light reflecting on the tops of her bare shoulders. Mark loved those kinds of dresses, the ones that begged to be pushed down further down and make the wearer ready for his pleasure. 

	Whatever Klaus had seen in her those months before had come through. She truly was exquisite. Mark studied the graceful lines of her jaw and neck. Even the hollow at the base of her throat made him want to taste her there. Just as he returned his attention to his menu, Mark's eyes caught the pink color of her nail polish, perfectly applied on each trimmed fingernail.

	When the waiter took their order, Melanie was crisp and clear in making her selection, and always polite. After the server left, Mark spoke with the girl.

	"I guess you'd be about eight years old now, correct?"

	"Yes. Today is my birthday," she said proudly. "Mr. Klaus wanted me to be with you on this exact day."

	"Darn it," Mark said, slapping his forehead. "And I don't have a present for you."

	"Oh, but this is so very nice here," she said with a wide smile.

	Although she wasn't being overtly sexy, Mark felt his need for this child rising. Even her excellent manners were turning him on.

	Over dinner, they talked about little things - what she liked and that sort. She was obviously very fond and grateful of the people she referred to as her teachers. Mark was impressed with Melanie's easy grace; her manners were never forced. And she certainly loved to smile. He could see people at other tables looking their way, smiling at the innocent picture of the delightful little girl with whom they presumed to be her father.

	When they were finished with their main course, Mark could not resist asking Melanie a question.

	"Did the people who taught you tell you what we would do after we return to my place?"

	Melanie blushed and fidgeted, staring at her twisting fingers as she nodded.

	"They told me what a man does with a girl, but I hope you don't mind that I've never done it before. I might not know what to do."

	Mark smiled and patted her hand.

	"Don't worry - it won't be a race. We'll take our time."

	Melanie shyly returned his smile.

	"Thank you for being so nice about it. I hope you won't mind that I'm so little."

	Years of high-level business negotiations had given Mark the ability to mask all emotions or else he would have burst out laughing. He pictured himself standing Melanie on the table for all to see and asking if anyone in the room would like to fuck this virgin on her eighth birthday. If the men were truthful, there would be some mighty pissed-off wives and girlfriends left behind at their tables. Hell, maybe even a few of the ladies would have a go.

	All of this passed through Mark's mind in less of a second as he leaned forward and spoke again in a low voice.

	"It won't be a problem, but right now we have a much more pressing issue."

	"What?" Melanie asked, her eyes wide and serious.

	Mark leaned back and pointed toward the approaching waiter who was wheeling a cart loaded with sweet delicacies.

	"Dessert."

	Melanie giggled and happily made her selection.

	Mark's penthouse, his place of choice while staying in the city was on the thirty-second floor. After showing Melanie around, he deposited her suitcase in her bedroom and told her he'd be waiting in his master suite. Melanie's cheeks turned pink beneath her tan as he left her to change.

	Mark was sitting on his bed dressed in only a robe when Melanie appeared at the doorway dressed in a white silk nightie that was held by two thin straps on her shoulders and ended at mid-thigh. Slowly, she approached the bed, feeling quite vulnerable as she wore nothing beneath the skimpy clothing. But this was how her teachers told her to dress for her uncle and Melanie wanted to make him happy. She had only been vaguely informed about kissing and how a man will put himself between her legs, but she had no visual concept of any of this and no idea how it would feel.

	Mark murmured appreciatively as he stroked the girl's side, running his hand down the edge of her firm torso, over the barely present swell of her hip and onto her thigh. As his fingers left the silk and met the bare skin of her leg, he imagined that with his eyes clothes, it would have been difficult to determine where the fabric ended and the flesh began. 

	Gradually he pulled her closer and kissed the child on the mouth. He teased her with his tongue until she was used to the darting touches on her lips. Then he slipped his tongue inside, rubbing it over her even teeth and then exploring deeper. The bashful eight year-old tried to avoid his tongue on hers, but he eventually got in a few languid swipes before she learned how good it could feel. With her heart hammering in her flat chest, she opened her mouth wider and allowed her new uncle to touch every place there. 

	As Melanie's stiffness ebbed away, Mark ventured away from her mouth and smothered her nose and closed eyes with kisses before nibbling on one ear. From there, he licked and sucked his way down her neck before moving to the front and burrowing his mouth against the juncture of her neck and chest. Then it was the other side of her face and back to her inviting mouth.

	When he broke the kiss, he leaned back a little and reached for one of her thin shoulder straps. Melanie trembled slightly as one strap and then the other was gently slid from her shoulders. Her nightie slid, exposing the flat, immature planes of her chest and belly to Mark. Reactively, she grabbed at the silk as it fell to her waist, keeping her more intimate areas covered. There were no tan lines anywhere so far as Mark had requested that she be lightly touched by the sun all over. It had made her feel quite naughty to lie naked under the sun when she was staying with her teachers.

	Mark allowed her this fleeting moment of modesty and leaned toward her again, surprising the little girl as he captured one fingernail-sized nipple in his mouth and sucked. Melanie was not expecting this and was shocked by how her flesh seemed to stiffen and radiate some very pleasurable feelings. With her nightie clutched in her hands, the child stood unresisting as Mark feasted on one nipple and then the other before digging at her navel with his tongue. 

	As he tasted Melanie's skin, Mark circled one hand around and captured one of her small, springy buttocks through the thin silk and squeezed it. She sucked in a sudden breath but slowly exhaled as he kneaded her ass. She thought his tongue in her belly button tickled a little and was happier when he sucked on her nipples again, which felt so good. But she was also acutely aware of how warm she was feeling in that place between her legs where she'd know he'd do that mysterious thing to her.

	This time, when Mark was done with Melanie's stiffened little nips, he sat back and tapped both of her hands. The little girl knew what he wanted and let go of her partially crumpled nightie. The fabric rustled to the floor, leaving the child completely nude. The light gold of her tan was everywhere, including the smooth swell of her unopened pussy. 

	Mark carefully placed his fingers over the precious mound of little girl flesh, tracing the outline of her bald labia and fondling the softness of her sex. He found her clit demurely tucked into the top of her slit and rubbed it with the tip of his middle finger while his other digits explored the rest of the cunny's outer surface. Melanie's eyes fluttered as she was lovingly caressed in her most private spot. 

	Although his young acquisition's pussy felt feverishly warm, Mark couldn't feel any moisture. But he took his time, enjoying the soft, innocent feel of an eight year-old pussy. 

	Melanie shifted her weight from foot to foot as she was gently rubbed and probed. She felt even warmer down there. And now it almost seemed like something was melting inside.

	Mark smiled as the first trace of dew reached his finger as it slid along Melanie's delicate quim. He slightly increased his pressure and the little girl made small noises in her throat as he was rewarded with a more juice. Coating his finger, he used it to oil Melanie's clitty and allow his fingers to more deeply enter the child's tightly pursed slit. The sounds in Melanie's throat became rougher. 

	When he leaned in and kissed Melanie again, the aroused little girl eagerly met his tongue with hers. He rubbed harder between her legs, easily coating her crotch with the drooling offerings of her overheated snatch. 

	Melanie breathed loudly, instinctively knowing that something was happening between her legs, but unsure of where this was going. It seemed like her whole body was anxious for something to happen. When Mark left her mouth for her chest, her nipples were still hard, feeling like they would burst as the nibbled on them. Down below, her pussy gurgled loudly against the urgent rubbing of Mark's fingers.

	"There's...a...a...oh!" the little girl panted as her eyes widened, caught in the sudden grip of an orgasm she never knew existed.

	Mark felt Melanie's quim clench, followed by a dribble of her precious nectar as she came. She furiously ground her small wet pussy against his hand, prolonging this thing that made her body shake as long as possible. 

	When Mark looked at Melanie, her gray eyes searched for an answer as to the mystery she had just experienced. But he never said a word. Instead, he scooped her limp body and placed her on the bed with her head resting on a pillow. Shrugging off his robe, he climbed on the bed, noting how Melanie's eyes widened and tracked the movement of his stiff cock.

	He kissed her on the forehead, nose, mouth and chin. Then he kept kissing her all the way down the middle of her chest and stomach. Melanie wondered when he would stop because soon he would reach her...

	"Ahhhh," she sighed when Mark's mouth clamped onto her hairless cuntlet. His fingers had been wonderful, but his tongue made her nearly delirious. Mark ferociously ate Melanie's virgin cunny, making her squirm as he drew her preteen juices into his mouth.
Melanie had her slim legs spread wide and pressed her hands on the back of the man's head, eager to cum (although she didn't know the word) for all she was worth. When her next climax took her, she crooned wordlessly while even her toes wiggled happily.

	Now Mark felt she was ready. After two orgasms, the little girl lay naked with her legs spread and her wet, bald pussy enticing him to take her. As he moved on the bed, Melanie, still content in her afterglow, lazily tracked his cock.

	"Take it in your hand," he said.

	Melanie reached for it, but jerked her hand away on first contact. Giggling a little, she reached out again and touched him with one finger before slowly wrapping her hand around as much of his hard shaft as she could. 

	"Now put it where I've been touching you."

	It was an erotic sight as the eight year-old guided his cock to her virgin sex with her hand. Her hips jerked when his helmet-shaped prick head touched her saturated young mound. But then she was still as he wiggled his head between her plump labia, making them billow around his cherry picker. He could have spent hours just stirring his head around her tiny, hairless opening, but he knew an even better treasure awaited him.

	As there was no delicate way to do it, he pressed hard, breaking her maidenhead and making the child cry out as her virgin pussy was penetrated. Mark didn't stop, but rather kept pushing with a steady pressure until Melanie's immature quim was completely filled. She pushed her hands against his chest in mild protest, but offered no other complaint. He remained where he was, allowing the little girl's sheath to get used to his girth.

	Propping himself up on his hands, he kissed her face, tasting the salt of the few tears she had shed when she was deflowered. When her body relaxed, he pulled out and carefully fucked his way back in. Melanie bit her lower lip the first few times and tried to spread her legs farther apart to ease the pressure of that huge thing inside of her. As her body adjusted, she became more away of every intimate contact point as the man's cock moved in her preteen pussy.

	It was amazing. She placed her hands over her pubis, feeling herself expand and contract as his prick burrowed in and out of her body.

	"It's like you're touching me everywhere inside," she whispered.

	Mark smiled and nodded but didn't say a word. The little girl's cuntlet was a tight, wet squeeze on his cock and her modest depths bathed him in warmth. He watched her sleek young body undulate as she gracefully took her first intercourse with instinctive passion.
Had she been asked, Melanie could not have explained her reaction. Wordlessly, the man and child continued their copulation, slowly increasing their pace until he was fucking her with near recklessness. 

	Melanie wrapped her legs around Mark's hips, crying out as her over-stimulated cuntlet burst wetly in another climax. Mark groaned and she felt his prick pulse.

	Mark straightened in his arms and looked into his Melanie's eyes as he filled her tiny womb with his seed. The little girl felt the hot liquid go deep inside before squeezing through her tautly plumbed pussy.

	Mark lowered himself down and rolled onto his side, taking Melanie with him as his cock remained trapped in her cunt. They lay together like that for some time before he carefully extracted himself from her quim. A gooey trail of fluids seeped from her slit, but she paid it no mind. 

	"What happens now?" she asked. "Will I have to go back to the place I lived before the teachers came and got me?"

	Mark noted how she hadn't referred to her mother's place as "home".

	"No, Melanie. You'll go where I go. We have several places to call home. There's a house in the country and another in Europe. And a few villas here and there in different oceans."

	"Those are a lot of places."

	"We can go almost everywhere the eye can see."

	"The moon?"

	"I said, almost," Mark chided as Melanie giggled.

	"I don't really know how big the world is," Melanie remarked.

	"Then let me give you a glimpse."

	He helped Melanie out of bed. Both of them saw the small bloodstain from where she had lain; the virgin fluid marking her early introduction to womanhood. 

	"Oh!" Melanie said in shock. "I didn't mean to..."

	"It's alright. It only happens during your first time."

	Mark led Melanie out onto the spacious patio. The winds caressed them as he led her to a railing where she could gaze out over the illuminated city.

	"I never knew it was so big," she breathed. 

	Mark rubbed the back of the neck and looked at her curiously when she shivered.

	"Are you alright?"

	"Yes," she said as his face colored with another blush under the patio lights. "It's just that the breeze feels really cold where I...where you...um, where I got wet."

	"Then let me warm you up," he replied stepping behind her and lifting her hips.

	Melanie had been resting her folded arms on the railing and they became a pivot point as she was lifted from behind. Her cute round buttocks beckoned to Mark but he moved his cock lower, making Melanie hum in her throat as his cock entered the slippery confines of her pussy.

	Her sex clenched the prick that plowed into her. At thirty-two stories up, the naked eight year-old gazed out at the lights as her cunny was deliciously skewered over and over.

	Gripping the little girl's waist, Mark pumped her full of cock, sliding through her hot, steamy twat. Regardless of their previous sex, she was still very tight and her vagina wrapped his cock exquisitely.

	Melanie's ass moved in small circles as she whined with her approaching climax. Mark was near the end as well and forcefully planted more sperm into the eight year-old's body. As she felt the fluids invade her, Melanie came hard, pushing back against her adult lover. The child's orgasmic cries floated on the air and mixed with the other sounds of the city.

	

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