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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Saturday, June 17, 2017

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story_codes: MMMM/g(6), semi-cons, non-cons

story_intro: In Naomi's imagination, the grimy stairs and walkway by a waterfront bridge become a castle and catacombs. But when she meets the denizens who reside in makeshift shelters beneath the structure, her little body becomes a feast for them in ways the innocent six year-old could have never dreamt. 


story_language: English




Under the Bridge

Written by madvlad


	Note: Just for fun, the briefly-mentioned Carrianne here is the same girl from "Carrianne's Chores" and "Carrianne Keeps Busy".

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	As usual, Naomi sat with her two best friends on the bus. Carrianne was seven - a year older and one grade ahead of Naomi and her other close friend, Laurie. Carrianne got off first, heading straight into her apartment building. Naomi knew that Carrianne always had lots of chores to do when she got home, helping her mother pay the rent and helping other neighbors. That sounded very nice and important.

	Naomi and Laurie understood what it meant to have single mothers who worked a lot. At least their mothers didn't go away for days at a time like Carrianne's did (but their friend swore them to secrecy about that). Laurie's mother worked during the day and some neighbors watched her for a few hours after she got home from school. At the next stop, Laurie exited the bus and went into her apartment building.

	When it was Naomi's stop, she got off and looked up at the building where she and her mother resided on the fourth floor. Her mother worked nights and part of a day shift and would be asleep now. Naomi had to be careful not to wake her when she was home. After her mother went to work, she had to stay inside the apartment. On the refrigerator door was a list of phone numbers of some people in the building she could call for help if she had to. 

	When Naomi started the first grade, her mother had taken the night shift as it meant more hours. At first, Naomi was scared to be alone but after a month of this, she was quite proud to be a big girl who didn't need a babysitter. Like Carrianne, though, she never told her teachers or other grownups about this arrangement or else she would be taken away. Where that "away" place was, she did not know. But she liked where she was just fine.

	In that vein, she had become a bit bolder in exploring the neighborhood after school. This way, she didn't have to worry about being cooped up and quiet in the apartment while her mother was sleeping. She was very good at telling time and knew that as long as she was back before her mother's alarm clock rang at 7:30 pm.

	Free of the school bus, Naomi looked at the clock outside of the CVS pharmacy at the corner. She had four hours. The sky was dark and the clouds appeared heavy with rain, but not a drop had fallen all day under that threat. So Naomi trotted off, this time toward the river. 

	Several bridges spanned the river in the city and the one Naomi was on was quite ordinary. But to the six year-old, it was magical. Concrete stairs curved downward on one side to the sidewalk that offered a panoramic walk along the river. There were wrought iron rails and lamps but most of the latter needed new bulbs and suffered the same neglect from the city management as did other things in this area. But to Naomi, the bridge and stairs were part of some magical castle. 

	As with many fairy tales, there was an element of danger that lurked. The river's walkway was off-limits, according to her mother, who said that there were druggies and perverts that hung around down there. Naomi didn't know what a druggy or a pervert was but she had seen glimpses of shanties made from packing boxes and plastic tarps in the dim recesses under the bridge. Why, that must be the dungeon where scary things lived!

	Today, she decided she would be the princess who lived in the castle. But she was pondering what kind of princess things she should do when a fat drop of water landed on her nose. Started, she looked up and received a second splatter on her right cheek. All around her, people were darting for building awnings as the latent storm awoke. 

	Naomi was stuck. She was at a corner of the bridge had to cross an intersection to find shelter. But neither direction had a walk signal at the lights and she was going to get soaked. As more water fell, she spun around and darted down the steps, managing to get under the bridge span mere seconds before the rain started pelting the concrete with fury.

	Hearing the rapid-fire stuttering of rain, Dean ventured out from his shack beneath the bridge. Under the spans, the horizontal surfaces were wider and were prime real estate for street people to build their homes. They built near and even onto the sloping upward sections to keep plenty of open sidewalk for the joggers and such so there wouldn't be complaints that led to police tearing the structures down.

	Dean was rather proud of his place. It had evolved from the standard heavy duty cardboard and plastic trash bags to wooden pallets and heavily coated tarps appropriated from construction sites. Old blankets hung on the walls and inside with more providing "carpeting" on part of the concrete floor inside. 

	Now he stepped outside to enjoy watching the rain, knowing he had several bottles stashed along with some canned chili heated over a Sterno stove for night in fine comfort and luxury. A few of his long-time friends and fellow residents would be coming over with their offerings. It would be a fine old time to be had tonight. 

	But now it looked like they also had some entertainment. The little girl was obviously alone. Her brown hair hung twin braids that had grown sloppy after a full day but were still there. Dean liked little girls with braids. Her shirt looked well-worn but still a little baggy - likely a hand-me-down or thrift store purchase. The skirt was nothing special, going a little more than halfway down her thighs. But her legs were encased in tight pink leggings which showcased their childish shape. As the girl stood with her back to him, she scratched an itch high up in the side of her leg. In doing so, she pulled her skirt up to give him a glimpse of a luscious little ass poking out beneath the straining fabric. 

	It was time to make an introduction.

	Naomi jumped when the hand clutched her shoulder. When she spun around, the hand let her slip loose long enough to let her turn before capturing her arm. She looked up into bloodshot green eyes set in a grimy face with unkempt hair and a tangled beard. Within the facial hair, the flesh moved to reveal a grin full of yellowed teeth.

	"Looks like dinner has arrived!" Dean boomed, cackling for effect.

	He did remember that children's stories often featured the threat of kids becoming a meal and his remark thudded home with devastating effect.

	"P-please don't eat me!" Naomi bawled.

	Dean paused as if considering her request.

	"You could use some fattening up," he conceded. "But I haven't had a lovely roast of little girl for some time now..."

	Naomi kept crying until Dean patted her head. 

	"Let's come inside and see what I'm to do with you," he said, although he already had his plan in place.

	"Is that your dungeon?" Naomi squeaked as he pulled her to his domicile.

	For a moment, Dean was offended. Then he chuckled. Of course it would be a dungeon in order to keep this game going.

	"Of course," he replied. "Do you think monsters live in penthouse condos?"

	Naomi shook her head, although she had no idea what a penthouse condo was.

	"What have we here?"

	Naomi shuddered as three more creatures like the first arrived just as the door to the dungeon was opened.

	"Gentlemen," Dean announced. "This is...what's your name?"

	"Naomi," she replied with another squeak, adding more information so they would perhaps show mercy. "I'm six years old."

	"This is Naomi," Dean repeated with a bow to his friends. "She's our appetizer."

	It was going to be crowded inside Dean's hovel, but they didn't mind. An occasional drunken or drugged out whore who accidentally wandered down here was usually the only action they ever saw. But their buddy, Dean, had scored a very fresh piece of meat. Even down here they had protocols, so Dean would be first.

	Naomi looked at the four males leering at her and her curiosity temporarily overrode her fear.

	"Are you druggies or perverts or some other monsters?" she asked.

	The men traded looked until one of them, John, gave Dean a wink.

	"We would be perverts, my good lady," he said with a bow.

	Naomi wasn't sure what a pervert was, really. She had only heard the term from her mother. These perverts all looked at her with hunger and she was very worried about becoming their dinner.

	"Are you going to eat me?" she repeated.

	"Just a taste," Dean replied. "If you are acceptable, we'll enjoy you a different way and won't be gnawing the flesh from your pretty little bones, okay?"

	Naomi nodded, desperate for any hope. So when Dean told her to lift the front of her skirt, she did so readily. He eyed the doll-like bulge in her crotch. There was no crevice to make a camel toe, but she was sporting a nice lump of girlishness to be sure. Kneeling, he pulled her leggings down, taking her threadbare yellow panties down with them just enough until the hint of dimple at the top of her cleft was exposed. Yanking the panties down, Dean licked his lips at the luscious pair of hairless lips pressed together at the forefront of her mound. 

	Naomi had no idea why a monster would want to see her kitty but her confusion turned to surprise when he put his mouth there. The youngster murmured pitifully as her cunny was slurped and sucked with relish.

	Dean hadn't tasted pussy for years. None of the stuff he had managed for a long time was the sort of thing he'd want to put his mouth near. But this kid was so fresh and pure. With one hand, he clutched her bare ass, liking what he felt as he continued his ravenous snack.

	Naomi's wordless whining had grown louder. Dean was tonguing her slit, agitating her more sensitive areas. The first light tang of her arousal graced his tongue. Yeah, the kid's body was getting into it, even if her young mind couldn't comprehend it.

	Naomi trembled as her cunny grew hot and agitated. It was sort of wriggling in short bursts on the inside and made her get wet in there somehow, although she was certain she hadn't peed. The bursts seemed to be deepening, concentrating and then released sharply enough to make her yelp aloud.

	Dean lowered the girl to the blanketed ground as she came. She was tasty like this, the harvest of immature juices sliding over his digging tongue. And she would be looser inside. Before his "relocation" to the streets, Dean had been a successful and learned man and knew the physiological effects of stimulation on a vagina. It would relax and the corridor would lengthen to better align it with the uterus for conception. It was a biological response to aid in breeding - very sexy considering it was happening to a six year-old. 

	There was no sense in wasting her body's response, though. She was going to have to be bred.

	Dean wrenched one sneaker off and pulled Naomi's leggings and panties off from that leg, leaving them crumpled around her other ankle. Pulling her legs apart, he leaned over as he pulled her up his thighs. The girl's smooth little buttocks scraped along his hairy limbs. Naomi stared dully, still awash in her afterglow and not understanding the implications as the man's dick pushed against the tender folds of her bald, virgin snatch. 

	Knowing her small size would make it difficult to get inside, Dean yanked her toward him while heaving forward. The glassy expression on Naomi's face sharpened to full alertness when her tiny cherry was shredded. With the storm raging outside, the girl's yells went unheard by anyone who might have cared. Dean hammered his way into the six year-old's bleeding twat, twisting his meat in her virginal tunnel and forcing her to stretch until he had penetrated her fully. 

	Regarding the hairless cunny lips spread widely around his hard cock, Dean reached and began caressing the abused opening. Naomi's little clit had been forced outward a little by the girth of the man in her underage cunny and now it stiffened again as it was manipulated.

	"What are you waiting for?" asked one of the other men who was rubbing himself as he impatiently waited for his turn.

	"I'm going to teach her how to cum with a dick inside of her," Dean replied. "The better I make it for her, the better she'll be for us."

	Naomi whined in confusion as the frissons of arousal battled with the agonized throbbing in her impaled little cunt. Under Dean's relentless molestation, the former gained the advantage. For many minutes, he kept at it, remaining hard while his member was gloriously encased in her hot, childish sex. He could feel her wildly pounding pulse as blood raced through the straining tissues wrapped around his cock.

	When her climax hit, Naomi shuddered, her eyes rolling back in her head. She was only dimly aware of Dean pushing her shirt up and running a hand of her the smooth flatness of her chest.

	"You've got pretty titties, little one," he gloated as he lightly pinched one tiny pink niplet. "And now you want more dick."

	With her renewed stimulation and resulting orgasm, Naomi's overtaxed vagina had been able to relax a little more, the end of it elongating in natural response for the need to promote intercourse. Dean took advantage, cramming another half inch into her. The completely filled little girl had taken half of his length in her pitifully small sex.

	Dean began stroking inside the first grader's freshly deflowered pussy. When Naomi mewled in protest, he shushed her.

	"You can't get pleasured without giving something in return," he admonished. 

	Naomi surrendered, turning her head to the side and sniffling occasionally while the scruffy-looking monster pushed his way in and out between her legs. Her virginal blood squelched thickly as it lubricated the snug fit between her little cunny tube and the man's turgid prick. The pale, delicate lips of her hairless mound became stained with the same crimson that marked Dean's shaft. 

	Dean kept pounding away inside his unwilling young guest. The ache in his balls spread along his cock, agitating even the swollen head of his member as it led the charge inside of the child's violated twat. With the first surge that began his climax, he finished making the six year-old a woman, letting his jism flood her in pounding spurts. Naomi's eyes widened in confusion as the hot slime invaded her, unaware of the sperm vainly seeking to fertilize the egg her undeveloped little body wasn't ready to release.

	It took some effort to extract his dick from her, but when he did Dean looked with satisfaction at the pinkish semen oozing from the girl's bald snatch. When John took his place with her, Naomi mumbled some entreaty he knew would not prevent him from renewing the violation of her tender little twatlet. 

	As cars drove through the drumming rain above the bridge, no one in them was aware of the six year-old enduring repeated rounds of her abrupt education in sex in the grimy warren of refuse below.

	When the last man was finished with her, Naomi wondered if they'd let her go. Dean rolled her over and she was relieved that her cunny was no longer exposed to those hard things. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her up to her knees. Fingers explored the crack between her bubbly cheeks and Naomi indignantly squeaked when one of them pushed into the hole where she pooped, stuffing it with the yucky stuff the monsters had squirted inside of her. 

	When Dean pushed his prick head against her orifice, Naomi found some reserve of strength and struggled to get free. But he held her fast letting her desperately tapped spirit fade. She tried to keep her opening clenched shut, but he kept pressing until it reluctantly opened. Naomi panted hoarsely as the hard cock ground against her forcibly dilating asshole but could do nothing to stop the penetration of her luscious little ass.

	As he had done before, Dean stopped after he had successfully entered her. Reaching beneath her, he found her dripping pussy and diddled her to another orgasm. The child understood and willed the explosion of pleasure to come. Then she endured this new use of her underage body.

	Dean grunted with effort as he worked his cock in and out of the first grader's clenching anus. The grip of that little ring contrasted nicely with the softer gooiness of her rectum. There was also more room for him to go deeper than he was able in her cunt and he used as much space as the child could provide.

	Naomi's little rump jiggled from the force of the cock plumbing the interior of her tiny virgin ass. A few tears fell, adding to the countless stains on the blanket beneath her. But the six year-old could do little else but to take the crushing presence of the cock sodomizing her. Eventually, a hot gush coated her guts and she only grunted softly as she took it. The thing inside of her pulled out but she felt another pair of hands on her small hips and knew where the next touch would come.

	The monsters were done. They wiped her off with some dirty rag and let her pull her clothing into place. The rain had passed and a nearby church bell tolled seven o'clock. 

	"Now that we know you," Dean explained to her. "We can sniff you down wherever you hide. So you'd better come back here a couple times a week so we don't make it real bad for you. In fact, we'll give you more of those good things you felt. You understand?"

	Believing in the mystical powers of these dungeon creatures, the wide-eyed tot nodded before she left. Her crotch and bottom throbbed with every step she took, but she vowed to keep her promise.

	Three days later, she returned to the dungeon. It was Saturday and several packs of morning joggers passed the makeshift homes, glancing at them and preferring not to think of the poor wretches that resided there - and hoping they wouldn't get a glimpse of them. 

	Mere feet away from the runners, a little girl was compliant as the large hands completely undressed her this time. Her naked body was fondled by calloused fingers, exploring and inducing small sparks of pleasure despite her continuing trepidation. 

	The first grader was sopping from her first orgasm when the first cock entered her tiny pussy. She moaned as she was stretched open but welcomed the fingers that continued to work all over her. Someone turned her head to the side to face his crotch and a hand tugged on her lower jaw. By the time the man between her legs had buried himself to her cervix, Naomi was learning a new use for her body as more hardness passed between her lips and over her tongue.

	It was a week later and Laurie sat next to Naomi on the floor at the library where a volunteer was reading a story to a group of children. It was "Three Billy Goats Gruff" and Laurie clutched Naomi's arm as they heard about the troll in the story.

	"I hope there's not a troll under the bridge near us," Laurie whispered to her friend. "It will gobble us up because we're little kids!"

	Naomi only nodded and hugged Laurie. She knew, of course, about the creatures that really did exist and what they did to little girls. It was scary, but she could not deny the bit of special magic there as well.



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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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