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Filename: wendria4.txt
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story_codes: MMM+/g(6), Men/young girl(6), gangbang, rape

story_intro: Collette takes the opportunity to sneak away from the boarding school where she lives so she can surprise her papa while he is working in the azurine mines. When she is discovered, though, a crew of miners decide to explore some new, tight little tunnels for themselves.


story_language: English





Wendria: Story 4 - Exploring in the Mines

Written by madvlad


	The steady rain, a frequent springtime visitor on the west coast of Languedoc, had washed away the afternoon play on the greens of the Belliard Dependents School. From a high window, Collette's small mouth pursed into a frown as she watched her visions of an anticipated romp melt away in the deluge. But as a vehicle bearing the logo of the Belliard Mining Corporation approached amid splashes on the long gravel drive, she perked up with sudden inspiration.

	Like all of the children at the school, Collette's parents worked in the Belliard azurine mines which supplied much of the continent of Languedoc with the crystalline mineral needed for energy. The six year-old had never met her mother but her dear father had explained that she had a very important role in keeping the mines running well. Papa was also a very busy man but managed to visit his daughter three or four times a year, even taking her off campus for trips to the zoo or picnics on the banks of the Vidourle River.

	Now the van stopped; the chuffing of its steam engine lowering as it idled. Two men got out and removed boxes from the back. While one man wheeled the load in on a dolly, the other one stayed behind and enjoyed a cigarette despite the weather. Collette had heard that these vehicles made frequent trips between the school and the mines and, with outside playing abandoned for the day, perhaps she could get a ride to the mines and visit her father. Maybe she could finally meet her mother, as well. Wouldn't Mama be surprised!

	Racing through the hall with her brown pigtails flying, Collette paused long enough to retrieve her yellow rain slicker and hat. It would not do to get her school uniform - a white blouse and blue skirt - soaked. Madame Dupree, the headmistress, was kindly but would be so disappointed if Collette arrived at dinner in such a state. Now suitably attired for the weather, Collette ran out toward the van, unmindful of the splashes that stained her shiny black shoes and white socks. When the man smoking at the back saw her, he smiled. Collette smiled back - this was going to be such a grand adventure!

	Fifteen minutes after the van returned to Mine Number 34, Auguste carried his bundle from the van into the mouth of the tunnel. Recognizing the supply hauler, the guard at the entrance merely nodded, never demanding to see his identification badge. Auguste proceeded until he got to one of the supply rooms. As this one was largely empty, it would suit his needs.

	He placed the bundle on the floor and unwrapped it before turning to the phone on the wall. He lifted the receiver and turned the dial handle to the connection he wanted farther in the mine. Then he turned a crank handle a few times to produce a high-pitched growl at the phone on the other end. When someone picked up, Auguste spoke to him quickly. An agreement was made and Auguste went to wait outside the room.

	A group of miners approached him and handed him wads of cash. Doing quick math in his head, Auguste knew the money count was correct. Although there were only five men here, they had given him enough to cover the entire shift as they would rotate for their entertainment. With a sweep of his hand, he showed them in to the store room.

	Collette lay in the corner with tape covering her mouth. More tape bound her arms behind her but the little girl's legs were free. They had to be since they were going to be spread wide for the better part of the night. In her struggles, her skirt had ridden up her legs, displaying the fair-skinned, silky flesh of her cute thighs and even some of the virginal white of her panties. With huge, tear-rimmed brown eyes, Collette regarded the newcomers as they brandished their jutting erections through the open flies of their coveralls.

	Auguste sighed as he left the room. Poor Collette wasn't getting what she had intended. But at least she certainly would be getting a grand adventure.

	As senior man, Yves had first crack at the girl. In his professional experience, he had not only extracted azurine crystal but he had also crewed the teams that blasted the initial tunnels that would become high-yielding mines. Now he had another tunnel - albeit a very small one - to open.

	He quickly removed her shoes - if her legs were flailing (and they most certainly would) those soles could hurt. The girl squirmed as he flipped her skirt up and grasped her panties with fingers hardened by thirty years of physical labor. They tore away from her body easily and she mewled fearfully as the Yves regarded the bald little slit gracing the puffy mound between her legs.

	"Good thing you've got an experienced blasting man like me to open this hole," he told the others.

	"Less talking and more fucking," snapped another man. "You can give us a training lecture afterward."

	Yves joined the others in laughing while he smeared some spit into the child's cleft. She didn't like that very much be she'd have much bigger things to worry about soon enough. Pressing his cock head against the tiny, hairless mound, Yves thrust forward, partially expanding her entrance but still blocked by the diminutive size of her sex.

	Yves grinned. A fine prize was worth toiling for. He lunged again, this time rupturing the child's maidenhead. A blast of hot wetness greeted him as he slid inside the girl. Her exquisitely snug interior felt like rose petals soaked in a warm rain. The flower of the little girl's sex bloomed reluctantly, opening much earlier than intended around his forced intrusion.

	As Collette was penetrated, her eyes rolled wildly and small animal sounds were muffled by the tape over her mouth. The miner hunched his hips, driving into the narrow but now expanding tunnel of very young twat flesh. When his head butted against her cervix, Yves grunted with satisfaction.

	He looked down at his little prize, noting how her hairless cunt lips were spread grotesquely apart by the thick meat of his cock - she had taken about half of his length. To see such a tiny pussy so utterly impaled by man's penis was breathtaking. Even better was what he was feeling inside. And what an experience for a six year-old - to fully know the feel of a man inside her baby cuntlet at such an age!

	He withdrew just enough to keep his head inside and saw the blood of her stolen virginity dripping from it. Collette saw it, too, and gibbered fearfully as much as the tape would allow.

	"You had a lovely cherry," he complimented the tot.

	And then with a vicious lunge, he penetrated her fully again. Collette thrashed, the taut lining of her virgin cunny twisting on his invading prick. Her tiny opening scraped much of the blood from his penis and stained the milky skin of her bulging vulva. As the man stroked inside the slick, childish cuntlet, more blood painted the smoothness of her crotch and thighs, marking her now as a common mine whore years before the first signals of puberty would touch her body.

	His balls were almost thrumming with the need to expel the load that building in them. Savagely, he attacked the little girl's helpless snatch, demanding every second he could get inside the oven-like tightness. The spasms finally released his load and he groaned as every wave of it surged through the length of his erection and into the child. She squealed and her eyes shown with new horror of the unknown as her first insemination crowned her initial violation.

	As Collette regarded the hardened dicks of the other men, she knew what they would do as the first man pulled out of her. She started crying harder as she felt her blood and other liquid draining from her burning, throbbing orifice. Then the draining abruptly stopped as another penis entered her little quim. Her pigtails whipped her face as she frantically shook her head. The man inside of her paused his rape to speak to one of his mates.

	"Look at the way she's moving her mouth, Bertrand. I think she wants something there."

	Bertrand readily agreed and tore the tape from her. When Collette opened her mouth to cry aloud, she found the spongy head of his dick filling the gap between her soft, pliant lips.

	"Any tooth that touches me is going to get yanked out," he warned as he pinched her cheek hard enough to bruise. "All you need to do is suck it. And suck hard."

	Frightened of any more damage being done to her, the six year-old desperately sucked at the man's sweaty penis. When he grasped the top of her head, she quickly understood that she was meant to move her mouth on him much like the other man was moving in the poor little slit between her legs. Minutes later, she learned the taste of semen - of the stuff the first man had poured into her in the hole below.

	Another man approached and she knew her mouth would not be empty for long.

	They kept going. She was vaguely aware that more men had come while others had left but as her mind closed down, she understood little beyond the hardness ripping into her violated little cunt and soiling her with the hot discharge while she sucked and swallowed more of the stuff at the same time. Her tongue ached as she used it to keep the men from moving too far into her mouth and choking her. They didn't mind her small bit of resistance there as her little tongue inadvertently gave them a wet rubdown.

	Gradually, the remainder of Collette's clothing was torn from her as men groped her soft, compact body. Her nipples and surrounding flesh became bruised as they played with her chest, telling her they were helping her to grow tits. Then she became aware of another torture after man in her twat had cum.

	The next man didn't jam himself into her there. Instead, he turned her over and pawed at the smooth, plump mounds of her little buttocks. Her mouth rotated on the current penis there and she could feel the air on the rape residue that had collected between her buttocks. Absurdly, she felt a moment of shame for being such a dirty girl there, even if it hadn't been her fault.

	The man slid in there before focusing on a specific point. Feeling a moment of suspicious dread, Collette could not even complete the thought before the man surged into her virgin ass. Unprepared, her anus tore slightly, adding to her agony and lubrication as he pounded his way into her tender young bottom. When Collette's jaws opened farther and her throat muscles prepared for a new, excruciating scream, the man in her mouth pushed into her throat, silencing her before she could start.

	The miners cruelly sodomized the child both orally and anally. Like a helpless little animal on a spit, she was getting feverish as the hard cocks brutalized her. She nearly passed out before the man in her throat came. When the next one stayed only her mouth, she was grateful and sucked him as hard as she could.

	The other man worked his heavily veined prick between the cute little pillows of the six year-old's luscious rump. His wife always refused to let him have her this way and he had to take his pleasure in this fashion with the company prostitutes near the mine barracks. But this little one was a glorious piece of fresh ass meat. Her asshole wanked him with its grip and her rectal tissues massaged him with their moist, velvety touch. Showing his appreciation in the best manner possible, he pounded her guts with his jism before letting the next man decide which dripping hole below her waist he wanted to use.

	It was nearly the end of the shift when Yves returned. Collette's little body, so pure and pristine the day before, was now covered in sticky jism while her fuck holes oozed the stuff when they weren't getting plugged.

	When he took his turn between her legs again, he marveled at the miniature mons, still round with her tender age and even the outer labia went closed again. But they opened when he pulled her legs apart, letting more semen out. His little former virgin was now little more than a cum sponge. After twelve hours of rape, she had loosened up a little but as he pushed into her, he could still feel the meaty resistance as her tiny pussy expanded for him. The small channel was gooey with rape juice and her own forced lubrication and he happily fucked her again. Yves was pleased to find that he could also penetrate a little more deeply. She was not able to take his full length, of course - that would take years - but he enjoyed the extra centimeters of slippery six year-old cunt around his cock.

	"Ah, you're still so tight," he crooned to her once the dick in her mouth was removed after she had swallowed. "Do you remember me? I was your first lover."

	Collette stared blankly at him, not recognizing him. She didn't recognize anyone by sight. But she knew the feel of a man's penis and opened her mouth when another one pushed against her lips.

	"I only wanted to see Papa," Collette said blearily in her hospital bed.

	"I know, ma petite cherie, but we must be careful. Mines are not safe for unattended little girls, oui?"

	Collette nodded gravely and Madame Dupree leaned over to kiss her forehead. As she sat back, she took in the collection of crayon-pictures and scrawled messages from Collette's classmates all around the bed.

	"Your friends are anxious to have you back as are the rest of us. All they know is that you had an accident and that is all they need to know so they don't get frightened. It will be another week and the doctors will let you out. You shall be flying across the greens in no time."

	Collette smiled brightly before exhaustion pulled her down. Pain medicine still pumped in her veins and by all reports, she only had vague memories of being hurt in strange ways. It was a kindness in a way and Madame Dupree was grateful for Collette's sake.

	They would never know how she got into the mine although she had likely stowed aboard one of the service vehicles. And with her recollections foggy and fading even now, she could never identify her assailants.

	Leaving the room, Madame Dupree sighed as she mentally reviewed Collette's file. Her father was a miner and her mother was one of the sex workers the company kept on hand for the miners' pleasure during their long stints on site. As per the contracts the women had, Collette's mother was not listed on her birth certificate.

	Her father was married with a family of his own so it was natural that he didn't have his daughter at home with his wife and legitimate family. Still, he did visit her from time to time - more than many of the permanently boarded children at the school had experienced.

	The school, a depository for orphans of lost miners or the offspring of the mine prostitutes, allowed the company to mine for prospective employees - particularly ones with aptitudes in the more advanced fields. And for those who didn't, there was always a need for miners and the company was often the only parent the children knew by the time they graduated. While not ranked at the top of her class in intelligence testing, Collette was still brighter than average. And she was certainly lively and inquisitive.

	The technology to identify people by DNA had been lost in the years after the pilgrims arrived on Wendria from Old Home. Still, they had been able to determine that around fifty men had used the girl.

	Madame Dupree stopped in the hallway as she turned those numbers in her head once again in amazement. In roughly sixteen hours, little Collette, just at the end of grande section - her final year of l'cole maternelle or what some others called kindergarten or nursery school - had serviced fifty different men in her tiny openings. And from the samples taken from each orifice, some of them men had obviously used her at least twice.

	Allowing herself a wry smile, Madame Dupree walked on. That was quite impressive. If it turned out that Collette was unsuited for a scientific or administrative career, she could always follow in her mother's path.



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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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