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The Shaw Sisters, part 2


story_codes: MMM+/ggg (11, 8, 4), first, oral, anal, cons

story_intro: It's now a month later and eleven year-old Alice, with a mix of curiosity and trepidation, embarks on her new profession in Thea's brothel. Meanwhile, eight year-old Lucy continues running errands for gentlemen and spends more time in their offices with her dress raised. It is not long before she is no longer a virgin and quickly finds herself in all kinds of fascinating positions. And at last, little Patsy, at only the age of four, learns all about what ladies and gentlemen do together with a kindly old man.

story_language: English





The Shaw Sisters, part 2

Written by madvlad


	It was the finest dress Alice had ever worn by far. It was a robin's egg blue with white lace trim, pushed down to leave her neck and tops of her shoulders bare as well as a swath of her upper chest. She fidgeted with the low bodice, painfully aware that there was very little growth to help hold it up in place. Looking in the mirror (itself a novel luxury) she was caught between her hopes of looking as beautiful as the other young women and realization that she looked every bit as young as her mere eleven years.

	"You'll do fine, love," Thea said from behind her. "And it won't be like before."

	Alice nodded, wishing she had more faith in that statement.

	It had been a month since Alice and her two younger sisters had been taken in by Thea, sharing a small but safe, warm room in the brothel that Thea owned and ran. That had come following two months where the eldest of the three orphaned girls had been repeatedly raped by a thug named Black Charlie in exchange for him not turning the girls in to Bollingwood Hall, an orphans' workhouse notorious for the illicit treatment of many of its wards.

	When Charlie had tried to turn his attentions to Lucy, Alice's eight year-old sister, Alice had stabbed him in a desperate attempt to save Lucy. The wound itself would have been far from fatal, but the knife Alice had used had been dipped in a poison concocted by a neighbor woman named Mrs. Wells who was famous for her potions and herbal remedies usually reserved for more benign purposes. 

	Soon after, a mob of people whom Charlie had previously intimidated ran him down, tossing his beaten, gouged and torn remains into the Thames. Constables had fished his corpse from the river hours later. At the coroner's inquest, the police inspector, when asked for a list of possible suspects, had simply replied "all those in the district of Lambeth". It was a great quote for the newspapermen but it was also perfectly true and little more effort was put forth save for planting what was left of Black Charlie in a pauper's grave.

	For Alice's two sisters, life had somewhat returned to normal. Lucy spent time in the morning learning to read with the help of the brothel's cook, who also taught several of the working girls. Alice, who was quite good at reading, would often join them. And as was their habit, Alice would read to both sisters from Mr. Dickens' weekly periodical which now included installments of a fascinating new tale called "Barnaby Rudge". In the afternoons, Lucy ran packets for Mr. Wortham, a lawyer who didn't mind using a girl to run errands that was typically done by boys.

	Patsy usually spent the day with Mrs. Wells, playing in the back room of the apothecary shop the woman owned. Alice was grateful for this as she felt guilty having the four year-old growing up in a brothel, even if their new residence was nicer than the tenement apartment they had before. Alice had been concerned that Patsy might get underfoot too much, but Mrs. Wells didn't mind having her around at all, explaining that several customers enjoyed the four year-old's antics.

	As Thea had also benefited greatly from Black Charlie's demise, she hadn't forced Alice in any way of joining the working ranks in her brothel. But it was soft coercion in the form of friendships with the young women who plied their trade in the second floor bedrooms and the lure of better money than her sewing wages that had enticed the girl to at least try this profession.

	After Black Charlie's abuse, Alice was no virgin, but she was still nave in so many ways. And she was still frightened of how a man might hurt her.

	"Do you think I'm ready?" Alice asked for at least the twentieth time that evening.

	"Yes," said Thea as she patted an errant blonde lock of the girl's hair back into place. "You'll find the gentlemen here are a far different cut from Black Charlie."

	That much was indeed true. Plus there were several men in Thea's employ who, despite their fine clothes, could and would use any tavern brawling or back alley means at their disposal to subdue and eject any customer who got out of line with the girls. 

	Unbeknownst to Alice, Thea had made prior arrangements with one of her regular customers, a retired officer who had learned a great many carnal skills while posted in exotic, faraway lands. Many a girl who had been with him had boasted later of his climax-inducing methods. Possibly due to his time in the Orient, he favored, small, slightly built young women. Her description of Alice had drawn his interest and her tender age seemed to spark a deeper desire in the man. 

	"Alice, this is Colonel Morley," Thea said by way of introduction in the parlor. "He is your caller this evening."

	Alice knew that "callers" was the polite term for the men who purchased the use of the women's bodies at the brothel. The memories of her rapes while trapped under Charlie were still vivid and part of her was terrified at the prospect of being alone once again with a man. But she hated being afraid and was slightly curious as to some of the "pleasures" the other working girls had described.

	Morley had the solid posture of a military man and the graying hair at his temples emphasized a certain gravity about him. But the way his eyes twinkled mischievously as they traveled over her body gave Alice a fluttering in her stomach. Amid the finery of the parlor, the pair conversed - easily from Morley's end and awkwardly on Alice's. Her head was swimming with trepidation and anticipation when Morley suggested that they "retire upstairs".

	In her nervous state, Alice nearly lost her footing on the stairs. But Morley, following just behind her, steadied her with a firm but gentle hand on her elbow. Alice was still shaky on her feet when she entered her bedroom and heard Morley softly close the door shut behind her. 

	"I-I'm sorry, sir, it's just that..." Alice stammered.

	Morley sat on the bed and took Alice by the hand, drawing her close to him. 

	"Thea said you have been with a man," Morley remarked. "But under rather unfortunate circumstances."

	Alice nodded quickly, unable to speak.

	Morley drew his hands up to the girl's bare shoulders, caressing her.

	"A pretty young flower should not be trampled, but treated gently in the garden," he murmured as he kissed Alice on the mouth. 

	His kiss was firm, but without force. Alice closed her eyes, willing herself to relax as she felt the colonel undoing the laces on the front of her dress. With the top loosened, he pulled the dress down, baring the preteen's body to the waist. Under the man's hungry gaze, Alice was very much aware of her lack of bosom, but Morley seemed quite pleased with the small nubbins on her chest. 

	His hands slid up her sides before he brought them to her front, easily capturing her tiny breasts with a thumb and two fingers on each. Rubbing his digits over the miniature mounds, he tugged at them lightly before leaning in to take one in his mouth. 

	Alice let out a sigh as her first customer sucked on her sprouting titlet, feeling the nipple harden beneath the man's lips and tongue. With Charlie, she had only known the hard pinches and cruel twisting there, often followed by nasty bites. But this - this was heavenly. She felt so warm all over and suddenly short of breath.

	When Morley switched his mouth to the other young mound, Alice swayed forward, trying to press her breast harder against the man's busy lips and tongue. Her dress began to slip from her narrow hips and she grasped the material on one side to keep one last part of her modesty intact. 

	Sensing her motions, Morley took her by the wrist while still munching on her tender mammary. He didn't squeeze or twist her arm, but the simple act of holding it made Alice let go. The girl moaned softly as the rustling of silk told her paying lover she was nude. 

	Morley's hand roamed to her buttocks, cupping the compact flesh. One hand slid around, finding Alice's smooth vulva and caressing her there. The preadolescent sex heated and a probing finger into the furrow between her bald lips found signs of moisture that spoke of her arousal even more than the sounds escaping her throat. 

	Alice had no fear now, only the sensations of the oral love to her chest, the explorations of her rump, and the wonderful hand on her mons with the finger that explored her deeper. Something he found there stiffened like her nipples had done. Had she thought to open her eyes and turn to the mirror, Alice would have been startled to see her slim body rocking back and forth as she was fondled and sucked. 

	She did not resist as she was lifted to the bed, Reclining on a pillow, she watched silently as her slender legs were parted and the military man braced himself above her. They both watched his erect member as it contacted the lightly glistening cleft of her mound. She gasped at the heat of him and they both swallowed hard as he entered her; Alice as she felt herself expand and Morley as he felt the snug grip of the young prostitute's childish sex.

	Alice mewled like a kitten as she was fully penetrated. Waiting for the inevitable thrusting and hoping he would be as gentle as he'd been thus far, Alice was surprised when Morley instead moved his hips in tight circles as if stirring her simmering quim to a boil. When he did begin to stroke, it was slow and careful. He pressed his cock at different angles as he moved in and out, stimulating the eleven year-old and feeling her taut sheath grow even wetter. 

	Her inarticulate sounds grew more desperate and he changed his motions to match them, rutting into the girl with increasing force. Holding himself up with arms straight, Morley watched as her little breasts quivered with each thrust he gave her.

	"Touch your tits - pleasure yourself," he growled. "Don't fight it, girl."

	Alice willingly obeyed. Her hands grabbed at her nubs, pawing at them and tweaking her painfully erect nipples. It was too much as she felt her inner body being stroked by the man's hardness that seemed to reach to her very core. 

	In the hallway, Thea stood outside the door, waiting to find out how her new girl was handling her first client. The girl's young voice crying out in orgasmic release told her all she needed to know and the madam proceeded back to the parlor.

	Alice nearly came again when Morley finished sometime later. What had been a horrid experience when Charlie had climaxed inside her was now a sense of completeness as the man's hot semen flowed thickly in her sex. 

	Morley waited a while longer before easing himself from her, rolling to his side. When his cock left her vagina, she felt empty and lay silently as his issue dribbled from her young mound. 

	"What do we do now?" she whispered, feeling elated while also disappointed that it was over.

	"Twenty-five years in His Majesty's - now Her Majesty's army as made me quite the campaigner," he replied. "I expect we'll be engaged in an all-night siege. Anything less would be a disgrace to my regiment, you know."

	Lucy skipped along the edge of the street, wondering what errand awaited her at this new address Mr. Wortham had told her to go. For months, she had been running messages for the lawyer to various associates and clients. It was a chore usually reserved for boys, but Lucy was always prompt and reasonably clean and knew of many shortcuts through alleys and such. At eight years old, she also boasted that she was just was fast (or even faster) than any boy.

	The other thing in her favor was Mr. Wortham's fascination with what she called her "girl bits". It had begun with Lucy, in the privacy of Mr. Wortham's office, raising her dress and holding the hem over her face while the lawyer masturbated while gazing at her hairless cunny. This had progressed to him fondling her as well. After bringing the little girl to orgasm one day, all pretense of mystery had been dropped. Lucy would freely pull her dress out of the way (and eventually just remove the nuisance altogether) so that the man could finger her and wank himself until they both came. 

	It created a sticky mess with fluids from both, but Mr. Wortham always thoughtfully cleaned Lucy's crotch quite thoroughly. And Lucy loved the careful feel of the man's fingers as they moved all over her private area. Soon, Lucy found herself running messages to certain other gentlemen who would soon have her naked and turning her young pussy into a gooey treat.

	Curiously, it was a frightening event that led to even better things. Once day, Lucy had arrived back at the flat she hared with her sisters to find a huge scary man she had only seen from afar in bed with his huge pole halfway buried between Alice's legs. By the copious amounts of semen oozing from the eleven year-old's ravaged cunt, it was obvious to Lucy what had happened. 

	But the little girl was shocked at the idea that a man could put himself inside. Any interest she might have had at the moment was lost when it was obvious that it was very painful for her sister. Then Black Charlie went after Lucy and would have undoubtedly done the same thing to her had Alice not stabbed him.

	The incident left Lucy trying to match the fun she had enjoyed with the gentlemen and the hurt that Charlie had inflicted on Alice. Lacking in modesty, she had asked Mr. Wortham directly. The lawyer had heard about the notorious criminal's demise but any word of the more salacious aspects had not been uttered. Wortham had been considering the best way to get inside of Lucy's twat anyway, and like he had done so many times when an opportunity arose in the courtroom, he pressed his full advantage.

	"If the act of copulation is done correctly, both partners will enjoy it," he told the wide-eyed child. "But I must warn you that it will hurt the first time I go inside there - a troublesome bit of nonsense with your maidenhead, I'm afraid."

	"But you'll fix my maidenhead then with your cock?" Lucy asked, having learned the jargon for a man's penis some time back. 

	"Oh certainly, my dear. When I get done, you won't even know it's there."

	Lucy was quickly naked with her legs apart on top of the lawyer's desk, eagerly waiting for the man who had been so nice to her to fix her maidenhead so they could have even more fun. Wortham had her pussy quickly heated and ready with his fingers.

	Wortham pressed his prick into the dripping slit, watching as Lucy's bald cunt lips pushed wide as his glans reached her entrance. Taking a small piece of cake from the dish of baked delights he always had ready for Lucy, he stuffed it in her mouth, making the girl giggle at this unexpected turn.

	Pinning the child's hips to his desk, Wortham heaved forward, stretching the narrow portal of Lucy's sex and breaching her virgin gate. Lucy cried out as she was deflowered, but the cake muffled the noise. Wortham pushed forward, inching deeper into the little girl's freshly opened pussy while she writhed on the desk. 

	Lucy's eyes watered as her cuntlet was filled. It had hurt dreadfully for a moment and then there was tremendous pressure growing deeper inside of her until something else blocked any further movement. That was a good thing as she felt as if she was being pulled far too wide inside her lower belly. 

	Wortham stopped and patted her cheek, telling her what a good girl she was. Raising her head, Lucy looked down her body, her eyes even huger as she saw that over half of the man's cock had gone inside of her. Despite the discomfort, she felt a certain amount of pride that she had been able to do this mysterious act. 

	Lucy lowered her head back to the desk and chewed on her cake, swallowing it as the lawyer began rutting in and out of her tight young sheath. The hardness of him pressing against her straining cunny walls excited her and she started to writhe again, this time in pleasure. The slight amount of pain from her small size being forced open only added to the carnal fire growing inside of her.

	By the end, Wortham was pounding into the eight year-old's succulent little body with full force, cramming as much of his length into her but leaving nearly half of it to spare. It would be a pleasure to stretch this delightful little snatch until she could take the entire thing, but for now, her bubbly young fuck hole was still quite glorious as it gripped his thrusting cock. 

	He couldn't hold on for much longer and could see that Lucy was nearing her climax as well. Her small build allowed him to keep his fingers wrapped around one hip while he mashed her erect clit with his thumb and rubbed it side to side. That set the little girl off, making her thrash on his cock as she came. He answered with a load of steaming spunk that filled her little organs before spurting out around the tight seal her cunny made around his shaft. 

	When he withdrew, the stuff poured out of the child's snatch, threaded with blood from her torn virginity. Lucy noticed the stains when she sat up, but Wortham assured her that she wouldn't have to worry about that anymore.

	"Will the other gentlemen you send me to be able to do this without my maidenhead being naughty?" Lucy said, her excited young mind already racing with the idea of even more fun.

	Wortham grinned at the little girl's lack of understanding of her formerly virgin anatomy. 

	"Yes, I'm sure you will have quite a few adventures."

	And Lucy did. She was delighted that so many men liked to make her girl bits hot and wet and twitchy before plugging her with their cocks. She was usually a bit sore between her legs by the end of the day, but it never put her off from making her rounds on the following day. 

	And there were so many positions to do this in! On her back, bent over a chair, riding from atop, being held and moved while the man stood...it was endless. One man showed her a most interesting text from India that showed even more positions. She wasn't sure if she could do them all and suggested that she might need practice. 

	And there were other ways of taking cocks as it was done in other countries. Sir Percy, the judge, showed her the "French Way", which involved taking a cock in her mouth. She enjoyed feeling every contour of the head and part of the shaft with her busy little tongue as she sucked in earnest. When he completed, Lucy found how much she enjoyed the sensation of a hot load of jism sliding down her throat.

	In the rectory of one of the city's largest cathedrals, a reverend introduced her to the "Greek Way". Lucy squawked in surprise as she was anally penetrated. Although the man of the cloth had taken the time to grease his prick, the buggery was still hard on the little girl until he suggested that she play with herself. Her cock-filled rectum was bulging against her cunny sheath, but Lucy managed to work one of her fingers into her snatch and gave herself a pleasurable little cum before the man planted his semen inside her bowels. 

	Lucy wondered why they did things so differently in other countries. While she was sure that other little girls in France and Greece enjoyed doing it their way, she was glad she was English because she thought that the "English Way" of having a cock in her girl bits was the best of all. 

	Arriving at the address she had been given, Lucy knocked on the door. Unseen beneath her dress, her bald kiddy cunt was already shiny with her dew. Wortham opened the door and ushered the girl into a private club. She saw Sir Percy, the reverend, and plenty of other men - some she knew already. Without being prompted, she gave them a beaming smile and removed her dress.

	Hours later, a small blonde girl was seen leaving the distinguished address in an upscale neighborhood where she was politely helped into a waiting cab that would return her home. Passersby gave her scant attention, unknowing of how the eight year-old had been thoroughly inseminated by some of the finest gentlemen in the Empire.

	Patsy loved her new home. At first, she had shared a room with both of her big sisters. But now Alice had a room upstairs like the other pretty ladies who stayed up well past Patsy's bedtime. Most of Patsy's days were still spent at Mrs. Wells' apothecary shop where the little girl had a rag doll made by the woman to entertain herself with in the back room. And on occasion a kindly old man named Hiram Hanshaw came to the back room and provided Patsy with a great deal more entertainment.

	As Patsy understood it, Mr. Hanshaw's thing between his legs was quite sick. Mrs. Wells sold him medicine that Patsy would rub on it to make it better (Mrs. Wells having suggested that Patsy help her customer). It would grow hard and stand up and after Patsy had tugged on it enough, it would spit some funny white stuff out. Some of it would get on her, so Mr. Hanshaw would take her dress off first so the material wouldn't get wet. It was awfully nice of him to think of that. 

	And Mr. Hanshaw would touch her all over, making her feel nice. The best places were those two little pink dots on her chest, her bottom, and between her legs. Being generous, Mr. Hanshaw would put some medicine on her girl bits (a big-girl phrase she had learned from Lucy) and made her feel warm and tingly there. And now they had a very special game where Mr. Hanshaw would hold her rump while he was in a chair, rubbing her up and down along his thing so that it was touching her girl bits. This always made Patsy's girl bits feel squishy, even before he shot his cream. Patsy really liked it when her girl bits got squishy. 

	Patsy wondered what Alice did when she wore a pretty dress and went to her bedroom with a gentleman. Alice had told her she was too young to know, but Patsy remained curious all the same. One night, she crept into her sister's room and hid under a bureau in Alice's room before Alice returned with a client.

	Patsy watched in wonder as her sister and this man kissed before they got undressed. Then the man kissed and played with the bumps on Alice's chest. Patsy wondered about those. The pretty ladies here all had them - all bigger than Alice's. But Alice wasn't quite grown up yet although eleven was a lot of years in Patsy's opinion. Alice clearly liked it when the man played with her bumps and Patsy squeezed her thighs together, remembering how nice her pink dots felt when Mr. Hanshaw touched them. 

	When Alice and the man were naked on the bed, the man laid on his back with his erection jutting in the air. Patsy's eyes widened at the sight - his was so much bigger than Mr. Hanshaw's. Alice straddled him and Patsy thought she would rub her girl bits on them. But she was quite shocked when the man put his thing into Alice's girl bits. Alice groaned and Patsy thought she was hurting at first.

	The tot watched breathlessly as the man's hardness disappeared into the hairless mound between her eleven year old sister's legs, sinking into her slender body. Alice rode the man hard, arching her back as the man tweaked and kneaded her titlets. It lasted twenty minutes before the man shuddered as he pumped his load into the preteen's pussy. 

	After some quiet conversation, the man handed Alice some money ("a little something extra", having already paid Thea for the girl's services). Then he got dressed and left.
Using a basin of water and a rag, Alice cleaned herself in preparation for her next customer. Some nights she had one man for the entire night; other times it was a series of men. But they were all well-behaved and some of them, like the frequent Colonel Morley, were most welcome indeed. 

	"The man put his stick in your girl bits."

	Alice whirled around in surprise.

	"Patsy!" she exclaimed. "What are you doing here?"

	"I wanted to see what you did in your pretty dress. I thought it was a party."

	"Um, well, I am working and you should be in bed," Alice sputtered.

	Alice noticed that her baby sister didn't seem put off by what she had just witnessed, instead just looking at her curiously. Then Patsy looked at the coins on the bed.

	"That's a nice pretty one," she said, pointing to a small silver coin in particular. "Why did he give you that?"

	"Um," Alice began, trying to muster some dignity as she pulled her dress in place. "Because that's what gentlemen do after they've been with a lady."

	Alice didn't know how else to explain it but Patsy seemed satisfied and let herself be quietly brought back to the room she shared with Lucy.

	Hiram Hanshaw gently squeezed Patsy's tiny twat, so pale and plump between her soft little thighs. The flawless skin on her mound was magnificent to the touch - delicately smooth against the old man's fingers. Patsy shivered with pleasure as she was fondled. 

	The little girl was certainly more playful than usual today, asking Hanshaw to "kiss her dots" and offering her baby nipples to his mouth. Now they were shiny with spit and hardened to perfect points. Taking the child by her chubby little buttocks, he pulled her against him and began to rub her moist snatch against his age-withered erection. After a few bounces, Patsy spoke up.

	"Mr. Hanshaw, it goes in my girl bits."

	"Wh-what?"

	"Your stick goes here," the girl insisted, sliding her hand between them and fingering her cleft. 

	Hanshaw had certainly fantasized about doing this. But a grown man couldn't fit inside one so young...

	The old man's thoughts froze as he considered the implication of his most unwelcome affliction. He had difficulties achieving an erection for some years and even with this precious child's enthusiastic attentions, he could only manage a stiffness that lacked the girth of his earlier years. Yes, the girl couldn't take much of his modest length but the curse of his thin erection might be a blessing.

	"Why, what a clever little girl you are!" he said. "It's been so long that I had forgotten how it was done."

	It was only as he lifted Patsy higher onto his cock head that he wondered how she knew of such a thing. But he wasn't going to waste a perfectly good and rare hard-on and he settled the tot's chubby pussy onto his glans. The child's narrow entrance wetly scraped his head as he pulled her down. There was a momentary resistance of the membrane just beyond it and then it snapped away, drawing a startled yelp from Patsy. 

	She looked down in a momentary panic, but the pain was already dissipating as the old man fed his cock into the snug virgin depths of her dainty cuntlet. A bald, fleshy ring wrapped around Hanshaw's member on the outside was how her pubic mound now looked, which fascinated the little girl as she fingered her pliant sex. 

	Hanshaw fucked the tot, his heart thundering as her tiny pussy gripped him wetly, her little body pounding his prick with its heat. Patsy panted as she was repeatedly plumbed, her cunny convulsing from the stimulation of a man's cock rubbing every portion inside. Her eyes glazed and a string of drool escaped one corner of her mouth as she was used as for a purpose far beyond her tender years. Snatches of impressions bored into Hanshaw's brain beyond the buttery vice of the little girl's cunt - the slurpy rhythm of his hard flesh sliding in and out of the tiny hole, and warbled whines amid Patsy's heavy breathing, and her cute little toes as she was plunged up and down on his member. 

	The old man's balls erupted with a strength he hadn't known for years. Surge after surge washed into the four year-old's womb. He didn't know if Patsy had cum, but she seemed content to lean against his stomach after he was done. 

	Hanshaw considered trying again, but thought it best to preserve his health for future couplings with Patsy. He slowly helped her from his lap and cleaned her off as much as he could. After they were both dressed, she held out her hand and peered at him with perfectly innocent blue eyes. 

	"Do you want something?" he asked, puzzled.

	"Shiny money," she declared.

	Perplexed, he pulled out some coins from his waistcoat pocket and held them out. Ignoring the coins of higher denomination, Patsy happily plucked a new penny from his palm.

	"This is pretty!" she declared.

	"And you want it?"

	Patsy drew herself up, trying to imitate Alice. 

	"A gentleman gives shiny money with a lady," she informed him in a four year-old's version of a proper voice. 

	Pleased with her new treasure, Patsy smiled at him and went to show it to her doll. Hanshaw chuckled, looking on in amusement at the tiniest and happiest prostitute in all of London. 

	


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