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story_codes: MMM+/g(8) Men/young girl, F/g Woman/young girl, semi-cons, cons

story_intro: A little girl, desperate to stay out of the orphanages, disguises herself as a boy so that she can earn money for food and a place to sleep in a flophouse. Her disguise is successful - so much so that she gets used as other little boys are and it's only a matter of time before her secret is revealed.


story_language: English




Wendria: Story 10 - The Newsie

Written by madvlad


	Virginia looked at the image in the dented, polished metal that served as a mirror in the restroom of a grubby diner. Glass mirrors never lasted long in these parts of Hoganville as they were smashed for the sake of it or to use the silvered shards as makeshift weapons. Due to the less than perfect flatness of the mirror, the face looking back at her was warped as if in a funhouse mirror.

	Despite that, the one staring back at her was markedly different after the visit to the barber yesterday. She ran her fingers over the alien-looking stubble above one ear where twenty-four hours earlier had been locks of lush, chestnut brown hair. Wyatt, her mentor, had crudely hacked most of her hair off - enough for her to pass as a shaggy-headed boy. Then they took a trip to the barber in her "new" outfit of cast-off boys' clothes that Wyatt had procured by methods he had not disclosed.

	"Wyatt, here, tells me you're going into the newspaper business, young man," the barber, Bill, remarked.

	"That's right, sir."

	The politeness of the apparent boy drew nods of approval from the four old-timers who used Bill's shop as their daily gathering place.

	"Well, you've got to look neat about it, so I'll give you the Newsie Special," Bill replied as he went to work with his shears.

	"Thank you, sir."

	The Newsie Special meant that the hair on the sides and in back was cut extra short so the newspaper boys could look a bit more presentable between haircuts as they hocked their papers. Haircuts cost them time and money.

	When Bill was done, Virginia was startled by her appearance. It was if the mirror was actually a trick with a picture of a boy in there. Slowly, she ran her hand over the top which was just slightly longer than a crew cut. She swallowed hard to keep from crying.

	"A good haircut makes you look like a new person, doesn't it, young man?' Bill asked.

	Recovering quickly, Virginia nodded.

	"Yes, thank you, sir," she replied as she slid out of the chair and dug into her pocket for her few coins.

	She passed on one medium-sized silver piece for the haircut and then added a copper for the tip. Even if it wasn't much, Wyatt said it was always important to leave a little tip to develop a good relationship with those she would deal with regularly. Bill put the silver in the drawer and the copper in a cigar box.

	"Thank you...should I call you 'young man' or do you have a name?"

	That had been another bit of planning. Virginia wanted to keep it similar and had suggested Virgil. Laughing, Wyatt said that was perfect if she wanted to beaten up regularly by the other boys. Since her nickname had been Ginny, he made another suggestion.

	"Jimmy, sir," Virginia told Bill.

	"Well, thank you, Jimmy. And best of luck to you in your new venture."

	Orphaned when her grandmother died, Virginia faced the undesirable prospect of an orphanage. Through the telegraph networks of back alley rumors, she had heard that kids who went into those places were rarely seen again. Why that was allegedly so, no one could say but it was enough for Virginia to want to stay clear of those institutions. It was Wyatt, a boy of nearly eighteen who suggested another option.

	He had been a newsie - one of the city-island's numerous paper boys who paid up front for a bag full of newspapers and sold them wherever they could find an unclaimed corner. It could be a nearly cutthroat business but Wyatt taught her for a week by observing other newsies and pointing out their actions and mannerisms.

	When he was fifteen, puberty struck hard and fast. Wyatt filled out in muscle to match his height and soon found better paying, if harder, work as a cargo loader at a warehouse. With his eighteenth birthday approaching and a lack of police record, he had enlisted in the militia. Due to its size as a country within one city, Hoganville didn't have much of a military but had enough to bloody the nose of anyone who might be poking about too closely. On occasion, the militia worked with the Vespanan and Anglian forces and Wyatt dreamed of adventures overseas.

	Leaving the diner's filthy excuse for a lavatory, Virginia trotted out and made her way to the airship docks. Selling papers to departing passengers and crew was a plumb gig and Wyatt had told her who to ask for at one of the side gates. This particular location was near the tall hill on which sat the Heaven Club, one of Hoganville's swankiest nightclubs. When she had asked Wyatt what it took to sell them inside that place, he shook his head.

	"They buy their papers in bulk and they are free to guests there or at one of the two hotels connected to it by skywalks," he explained.

	Virginia was staggered by the wealth it must take to simply give newspapers away. If she had her way, she would end up in one of those fancy clubs - maybe even live in one of them! What she would do in the clubs, she wasn't sure. Maybe she could sing or be a dancing girl. She would be glamorously famous with people wanting to meet her when she came out of her luxurious penthouse.

	More realistically, she figured she could pass herself off as a boy into her mid-teens and then would have to find something else. But that was years away and Virginia's planning was focused more on eating that day and having a nightly dime for a basement mattress in one of the flophouses that dotted the district.

	She was slightly early and there were no boys at the gate yet. Wyatt and stressed that she should be extra early on her first day so that she could get in touch with her contact. Within two minutes, she saw a beefy figure in blue with brass buttons. Under the cap was red hair fading to gray.

	"Officer McGarickle!" she called.

	Police Officer Clay McGarickle stopped when he heard a high-pitched voice calling his name. A solitary figure stood outside the gate; a figure he couldn't recognize even when he squinted.

	"New meat," he sighed.

	He was rather particular about the cuts he let into this market - selecting only the choicest quality. Most who came to his gate were never let in and had to settle for the lesser markets. But as he drew closer, his fingers danced merrily on his thick leather belt.

	The boy was a sweet-looking piece of veal if there ever was one; adorned with a bit of pink on the childishly round cheeks. The eyes were either light blue or gray - he couldn't tell yet in the low morning light- but they were wide and twinkled with hope. And that mouth with the full red lips would better belong to a girl. Ah, youth!

	Clay stepped up to the gate and peered seriously at the lad. The eyes were light gray, he noted.

	"Whaddya want here, boy?" he gruffly inquired.

	"I would like to be a newsie her, sir," the boy replied earnestly. "Wyatt Atkins said I should talk to you."

	Clay idly rocked on his feet as he remembered Wyatt. Yes, he had been one of the good ones - always on time, never caused a ruckus, and always paid his due.

	"You could start on a strictly probationary basis," Clay replied as he unlocked the gate. "I need to make sure you know the rules and know how to follow them. Come along. I'm making my rounds and we have time before Lyle arrives with the papers."

	From Wyatt's lessons, Virginia knew that Lyle was the man who drove the paper truck on the early morning rounds. It was from him that boys would buy their papers before running off to sell them. If they had any left, they might sell them for a loss but it was better than nothing. None of the news truck drivers gave refunds for unsold papers.

	Clay watched the boy, who told him his name was Jimmy, as he lectured about the rules here in the port. Jimmy listened carefully and nodded politely at the appropriate times. None of this seemed like a surprise to the boy and the constable rightly assumed that Wyatt had taught him well.

	But there was just one test left to see if the boy had been properly trained. Clay unlocked the door to an oversized booth that contained a police call box and a small shelf on which he could fill out his reports. Such was his office but at least he never had a sergeant looking over his shoulder every day. Reaching over the boy's head, he closed the door shut and flicked the lock with his thumb.

	"Let's see if you know the rest," Clay said with a loud exhalation.

	Virginia watched as the policeman unbuttoned his woolen trousers. The penis that was pulled out was semi-erect as Wyatt said it oftentimes was. What was coming next was something that Wyatt had taught her and had her practice on him several times a day during her week of training.

	Beginning with some laps of her tongue, she licked at the head. The caress of the child's small wet tongue quickly made the man stiff and Virginia ventured further down the shaft before opening wider. The girl's soft, pillowy lips sealed around Clay's dick just below the head. Sucking on the glans for a moment, Virginia massaged it with her tongue as she leaned forward to take more of the man into her mouth.

	Clay's massive hands clutched the soft, cropped hair on top of Virginia's head before he spread his fingers down over the back where the hair was nearly shaved. Now he controlled her movements as he worked her head back and forth at the pace he desired. This was just as Wyatt had taught her and the little girl surrendered to the policeman's will. While her head was maneuvered, she kept her lips pressed tightly around his cock while rubbing it with her tongue.

	While she didn't enjoy this, she understood this was a necessary task. But the presence of the hard thing in her mouth, touching her everywhere in there, made her body automatically respond by producing more saliva. It made her slurp and drool on Clay's member and the brusque movements had her murmuring and gasping around his meat.

	"That's a good boy - eat your cock," Clay praised Virginia as he clearly enjoyed her skilled fellatio. "Now here's something for your efforts."

	The man pumped his spunk into the child's mouth and could hear the gulping action as his seed was taken all the way into the young belly. When he was finished, he pushed Virginia's head back and tiled it upward while still holding it. Her cheeks were flushed and saliva dribbled from the corners of that pretty little mouth.

	"We'll get along just fine, lad," the policeman said as he ruffled the short hair. "You just follow the rules."

	And so Virginia began her working life as Jimmy.

	While she sold papers in the airship port, she also encountered men who were clearly looking for something more. This was taken care of in alleyways or in temporary alcoves among the stacked crates. From each lot of the extra few coins she made with her mouth, she always gave Clay a cut.

	The policeman worked nights, apparently so he could oversee other rackets in the area, and he was gone by eight in the morning. He had an uncanny knack for knowing how many blowjobs were being sold while he was away and was quick to threaten or give a boy a beating if he thought the kid was holding out on his percentage.

	But with "Jimmy", Clay never had an issue. The new boy was becoming quite popular with certain customers and usually had the largest take to share with the uniformed gatekeeper. A few times, Virginia saw him take a boy into a nearby warehouse. When the boy emerged around twenty minutes later, he would be red-faced and walking awkwardly. Virginia wanted to avoid doing anything that would get her spanked like those boys.

	There were days where Clay told Virginia to arrive earlier the following morning. She always did, knowing she was going to be on her knees in his booth and paying his "gate tax" for the privilege of selling newspapers here.

	One morning, however, Clay took Virginia into the warehouse where he had taken other boys. She started to cry and insisted that she had never held back from him.

	"I know, Jimmy," Clay responded. "You're such a good boy but your britches are bit snug in the seat and I can only take so much temptation. I'm going to treat you like a naughty boy. Do you know what this is?"

	Virginia looked at the metal foil tube he was holding. It was a kind of ersatz butter spread that didn't require refrigeration and that workers used in their lunch pails.

	"You'll be wanting to keep one of these with you from now on," Clay explained. "For me and for certain customers I will send your way. There's been a few asking about you but they won't touch any boy this way without my say so. For you, you'll get a bit more money for each cum there."

	Still in feat of a spanking, Virginia didn't understand what he meant about butter and touching. This was a subject that Wyatt had never brought up and before she could ask, Clay was stuffing a foul-tasting rag in her mouth. There was a large barrel on its side and she was lifted and draped over it belly down. With tears rolling down her cheeks, she felt her pants being tugged down until her rear end was exposed in the dim light.

	Clay greedily pawed at the delectable little rump of his prize. Spreading the buttocks, he smeared the pink orifice there. When he pushed his finger in, Virginia jerked and whined. With the light being poor, Clay paused to get a better look at the sphincter and chuckled.

	"You've never had a man here, have you?"

	Virginia panicked. Did he mean he was going to put his penis in her back there? She shook her head frantically with hopes of dissuading him. Instead, the man laughed.

	"Good! I like breaking in fresh meat. And you have such a pretty little ass to match that pretty little mouth of yours. You could be a girl like that, except that I wouldn't be giving you the time of day. Or this."

	The policeman roughly entered the child's virgin ass with a shove that buried his glans and another inch after into the meaty little socket. Her eyes bulging, Virginia screamed into the rag. She was trying to thrash but Clay's hands held her hips fast and she could do nothing to escape while the hard prick was pounded through her painfully stretching anus bit by bit. Everything went blurry through her watering eyes and she felt the horrible motion in her bottom that she had known only in her mouth before this moment.

	Stroking his engorged cock inside the child's buttered little ass chamber, Clay hummed a drinking ditty. The eight year-old's heated bowls wrapped around his hammering prick, massaging it tightly as it battered the flesh. He could tell that Jimmy was taking it hard but the kid's clenching rectum demanded to be used so the policeman heartily buggered his young partner.

	Her nose was filled with snot from crying and Virginia struggled to breathe through her spit-soaked gag. The man's assault was relentless as his thick member ripped its way in and out of her bruised anal sheath. A sudden stab suddenly went a half inch deeper and Virginia groaned as a new bit of her rear plumbing was forced to expand. Then came the heavy squirts as semen fouled the depths of her greasy, violated little ass.

	When the man pulled out of her, she could feel his sticky discharge oozing from her burning asshole. The gag was plucked from her mouth and was used to wipe her draining orifice. It occurred to Virginia that Clay might have used that same rag for the same purpose numerous times and she fought to keep from retching up her meager breakfast.

	Clay patted the small, soft ass cheeks affectionately.

	"Now don't take it so hard, Jimmy. There's always a first time. From now on, you'll be pleasuring gentlemen back there, too and pocketing some extra pennies for the trouble. With that mouth and that ass, you may pull in enough to buy your own newspaper stand!"

	Laughing, he buttoned his trousers while Virginia hurriedly pulled her own up so he wouldn't see the secret she carried between her legs. Walking with a pained gait she had seen on other boys, she followed the man outside for a full day of work ahead of her.

	
For the next two weeks, it was evident that the boy named Jimmy had become Officer McGarickle's favorite. More often than not, he arrived earlier than the others so the policeman could take him to the booth for a blowjob or to the warehouse where he would be placed over a barrel to get his ass buttered and reamed.

	Today, Virginia had arrived with most of the other boys as a thin blonde boy had been Clay's selection for paying the gate tax in the warehouse. As she hawked her newspapers, Virginia felt some measure of relief in that her rear innards weren't sore and sticky today. But before he left that morning, Clay had told her to arrive early the following day.

	An airship from Yorkton, Anglia had just moored and Virginia was near the steerage departure ramp that led onto the sidewalk. In the midst of the departing passengers were two people who caught her eye. From their leather jackets and matching pants and the high, side-buckled boots they wore, she could tell they were cloud skippers. Like many children, Virginia had daydreams about piloting the small craft on glorious adventures. Or even being clear of the brick and steel valleys of Hoganville would be sufficient.

	One was blonde-haired and just a few years older than she was. There was nothing in the body beneath the fitted leather that indicated if it was male or female, but Virginia guessed she was a girl from the length of her hair. Again, she ran her own hand through her sheared cut.

	But it was the other one that was downright startling. She was taller, with purple hair and lighter purple eyes that seemed to have an odd glow. She must be a Kengrell - Virginia had heard about them but had never seen one in person. Along with her natural mutations, this one had rings of small metal bits embedded in her skin around her eyes.

	Virginia lifted a folded newspaper to sell but couldn't find the words to call out when the pair approached her. Feeling like an idiot with her paper raised and mouth agape, she lowered the paper and closed her jaws. The blonde girl looked at her with yellow eyes and gave her a friendly grin.

	"I have a packet for a Rico Montaglia at the Heaven Club," she said as she tapped the locked courier pouch that was slung diagonally from one shoulder. "And she's got stuff for some other people there."

	The purple haired woman nodded and Virginia could see her similar pouch.

	"Uh, yeah," Virginia said. "Rico Montaglia is the big boss there. And kind of everywhere in Hoganville. I mean he's one of the big shots but he owns the Heaven Club. Oh, and...uh...go down that block and turn right. You'll see a building with big glass windows. There are elevators that will take you to the top and that's how you get in. It has to beat climbing stairs."

	The two cloud skippers craned their necks to see the club at the top of the steep, craggy hill. There had to be at least twenty stories worth of stairs to get up there. The blonde girl handed Virginia a coin - a very nice tip from the weight of it - and nodded her thanks. She started to leave but the purple haired young woman stared at Virginia.

	Inhaling deeply through her nose, the woman closed her eyes for a moment before they popped open. For a moment, Virginia could see a brief bit of a glow in the irises. She had heard that Kengrells typically had a glow to their eyes as well as having longer-than-normal tongues. She hoped the disturbing woman wouldn't stick it out at her like a snake.

	Instead, the woman smiled broadly, revealing metal-covered teeth that had been filed to points.

	"I ssssmell your secret, little bbbboy," she said as she stroked her crotch with a purple finger-nailed digit. "Yyyummy pussy."

	Virginia was shocked. This creature could smell her....there?"

	The blonde girl hadn't heard the exchange but was stopped about a half-block away when she noticed her companion hadn't come.

	"Come on, Dor," the girl called.

	The woman - Dor - licked her lips suggestively, mercifully only showing the tip of her tongue. Then she winked and went to join the other girl.

	Rico was signing the order forms at his desk and spoke to his accountant, Rutherford.

	"I'm ordering two more of these and paying the expedited fee although it will still be a couple of months before delivery. They can't make them fast enough."

	Rutherford nodded and worked the metal-modified fingertips of one hand inside the calculator on the desk. Numbers whizzed about and accounts were updated amidst the gears and rollers.

	Rico placed the completed forms in his outbox where Seamus, his assistant, would have them promptly mailed on the next airship to East Vespana. The devices in question were Professor Featherwinkle's Female Rejuvenation System, a new invention. Rico had heard about it and ordered one for his female guests to try. Now they were booking reservations for it. Whoever this professor was had to be making a mint.

	The office door on the far end of the long room opened and Seamus escorted a young blonde girl into the room. She was wearing cloud skipper's gear and Rico sat forward in anticipation of what was in her courier pouch. Sensing he wasn't needed, Rutherford extracted his fingers from the calculator, gathered his papers, and quietly left.

	When the girl handed Rico the pouch, he held up a finger indicating she was to wait here. He had a key to unlock it and quickly read through the small sheaf of papers inside.

	"What's your name?" he asked when he finally looked up.

	"Amelia, replied the young pilot.

	"You are one of two cloud skippers who linked up with the Portsmouth after she left Yorkton, correct?"

	"Yes, we'll return on her. Do you have anything for me to bring back?"

	Rico tapped the papers.

	"You'll stay on the Portsmouth - both of you. But you're not going back to Anglia, just yet. The Portsmouth will be sailing south. Very south."

	Rico didn't have to say the destination for the girl to understand. Her yellow eyes widened at the news. "Very south" had to mean the mysterious Mithlands region of Wendria.

	"The Auckland was diverted there shortly after she left Hoganville," Rico continued. "One or both of you may be needed to take packets to that ship. If there's anything else you need to know, you'll be told at the time."

	Mystified and excited, Amelia simply nodded. Rico looked her slim frame over.

	"You could use a good meal - anything you want is on the house. You're not dressed for the club but you can eat in the kitchen."

	"Thanks," Amelia replied.

	"Uncle Rico! Can we take her?"

	Startled, Amelia spun around to see two little girls who were about the age of that awestruck paperboy she and Dor had met on the street. The girl who had spoken was wearing a shiny dance leotard with a tuxedo design and a top hat. The other girl was dressed up like an elf or something like that.

	"I'm Penelope and this is Trixie," the top hatted girl said.

	"Very well," said Rico indulgently. "And Seamus will send her companion to join her for dinner when she's done with her deliveries. I'm sure he can locate her"

	"She's in the Silver Level of the club," Seamus confirmed. "And she's rather hard to miss."

	On the way to the kitchen, the two little girls peppered Amelia with questions about being a cloud skipper. The older girl didn't mind as she remembered asking the same things just a few short years ago herself. Penelope's and Trixie's chattering continued as Amelia ate but abated when Dor arrived.

	Although Dor never minded when people stared at her, her appearance made the little girls a bit subdued and they eventually left. When their meals were done, Amelia sat back and groaned as she rubbed her lean stomach.

	"I think I need a nap," she said. "I'm going back to the ship."

	Dor considered joining Amelia in their cabin - but not for sleeping. At age eleven, Amelia's body was still undeveloped as far as outward maturity but Dor intimately knew all of the sensitive areas the girl had. But after her encounter with the newsie "boy" she was hungry for something a little younger.

	After Amelia left, Dor found her way to the living quarters inside the club. The two little girls' scent lingered and she tracked them until she reached a closed door. It was locked, so she knocked on it.

	It was Penelope who answered and her face was slightly red. So was Trixie's, who was standing near the bed. Dor stepped inside before closing and re-locking the door. Both girls fidgeted for as bit.

	"Sssex," Dor purred as she smiled at the pair.

	Two pairs of young eyes widened. How did this strange person know they were fooling around?

	Dor looked at Trixie.

	"Yyyou watch until your turn," she said before she turned to Penelope and quickly peeled the leotard down to her ankles.

	Dor knelt in front of Penelope and spread the girl's bald cunny lips open. They were moist on the inside along with the glistening pinkness further in.

	"Tttasty little girl pussy," Dor crooned before she opened her mouth and closed it on the soft, chubby mound of Penelope's sex.

	The little girl yipped as Dor's pointed teeth dug in just enough to get a grip on the tender flesh. Then Dor proved to Penelope that the rumors of Kengrell tongues were certainly true. The eight year-old made a noise halfway between a moan and a whine as her tight twatlet became juicier around the muscle that filled her. Then the tongue began to flex in several lewd ways at once.

	Dor caught the girl as her legs buckled, easing her to the carpeted floor before feasting with even greater earnest. Penelope's titless chest rose as her back arched; the tiny nipples pointing stiffly at the ceiling while soupy sounds emerged from between her legs where her deeply molested pussy was being thoroughly tasted. Watching her best friend undulating as she was tongue-mauled, Trixie tugged at her clothing as she desperately needed to touch herself all over.

	When Virginia arrived at the port the following morning, there was a man waiting with Office McGarickle whom the policeman introduced as Damien DeVille. Virginia knew the name - he owned a sex-club called DeVille's Den. It was rumored that the pricey establishment, although not quite on part with the Heaven Club in class, was even more libertine in its selection of carnal entertainment.

	After being led to the warehouse, Virginia was relieved when she was told to get on her knees instead of being placed over a barrel. First she sucked off the policeman and then she did the same to Damien. When she was done with him, the man held her face by the chin and regarded her as if inspecting a ripe spring melon.

	"Pretty and skilled," he remarked. "He'll do."

	"I'll miss him," Clay sighed as Damien counted an appreciable pile of bills into his palm.

	"Well, you're certainly welcome to visit," Damien replied and both men laughed.

	Reaching into his overcoat pocket, Damien produced a leather collar which he expertly applied around Virginia's neck. Confused, she looked at him but he didn't say a word as he snapped a leash onto the collar. With a tug, he got Virginia walking with him as he left through the warehouse's side door.

	Outside was a waiting steam car. A chauffer opened the rear door and watched dispassionately as Damien pushed the newsie into it before climbing in himself. Although the interior was plush, Virginia took no comfort in it as she had the sick realization that she had just been sold.

	As he plunged into the warm grease-lined hole of his new toy, Damien found the small ass was tight and tender around his cock. This boy, Jimmy, was still a bit shy and had only lowered his trousers enough to uncover his bum before bending over the bed. The round little ass cheeks quivered as the man's prick slammed between them; threading through the straining grip of the tiny anus.

	Despite the generous helping of sex cream jammed inside, the childish rectum still provided enough friction around Damien's meat. He sodomized the little boy with relish and the high-pitched groans only served to make him work harder. Opening the sweet young ass even more deeply, Damien was to the point of having his pubic hair pressing against Jimmy's silky buttocks on every push before he shot his wad and applied another coating to the eight year-old's innards.

	While he remained embedded in the child's violated ass, Damien reached underneath, searching for the crotch.

	"Does all this fucking get your little cock hard?" he asked. "Because it's a go...hey!"

	Virginia shuddered as his fingers found not a little penis but the smooth puffiness of her cunt. The man jerked his dick free and rolled the girl over. Cringing at what his reaction would be, Virginia instead encountered a roar of laughter.

	"Now there's a surprise!" he chortled as he tried to get himself under control. "No wonder why you're so pretty. That idiot copper never checked and here we are."

	Wetting his finger, Damien pushed into between Virginia's labia, making her squirm. It started to go in but then encountered an obstruction that made the girl wince as he pressed against it. Damien withdrew his finger and opened her cunny lips, muttering a surprise.

	"First I find a girl and now one with her cherry. So, Jimmy, what's your real name?"

	"Virginia."

	"Virginia the virgin," he mused, his eyes narrowing. "With all of this masquerading as a boy, you've probably forgotten what it's like to be a girl. Now it's up to me to teach you."

	Damien's erection had returned and from the way he was regarding that spot between Virginia's legs, she knew his intent. Until Officer McGarickle had put his prick up her ass, Virginia had never imagined such an act. She had difficulty trying to figure out how Damien's tool was going to fit in her small hole but she already knew that men would always find a way to get inside.

	Although she knew there was no sense in pleading, she still cried as the man pulled her legs wide and got between them. Damien was kneeling on the bed and leaned over her to bring his weight to bear as his cock sank into the hairless cushion of the girl's quim. Virginia panicked as her air suddenly left her when her entrance was painfully enlarged and her hymen was being strained.

	Damien heaved forward and down, shredding the little girl's cherry. Virginia's eyes rolled back and her world temporarily dissolved into a white-hot scream and the horrendous ripping occurring between her widespread thighs. The blood from her defloration lubricated her twat and she now experienced the presence of a man's engorged cock pounding into her prepubescent pussy.

	Outside the room, several of the club's employees heard the piteous wails of a child and never reacted.

	The slick, rose-petal-smooth vice of the eight year-old's cunt reluctantly allowed Damien's prick into it. The penetration came in a series of thrusts that stretched her young snatch brutally. Writhing beneath the man, Virginia could do nothing but accept the rape that made her feel horribly rearranged on the inside. He was pushing to deeply into her that she feared her tummy would burst.

	She didn't know what a cervix was but felt him reach that barrier with more than half of his rod still outside her bald and bulging mons. But then Damien started to fuck in and out in an action her mouth and bottom already knew all too well. She could see her virgin blood staining his shaft and sobbed in fear and pain.

	The youngster's owner rutted fiercely inside the heated, dripping sex tunnel of his new possession and defined her new role as a full-time sex slave. Her legs were bent and dangled loosely on either side of him as he took her last piece of innocence and hammered it into submission. The hot gush of more jism made the child's defilement complete as she was heavily seeded by her master.

	Panting, Damien caressed the little girl's boyishly-short hair and grinned.

	"You're going to make one hell of a twist in the Ganymede Room tonight."

	For the first time in weeks, Virginia was wearing girl's clothing. In fact, never before had she worn anything this fine. Her panties were made of red satin and her yellow baby doll dress was trimmed with ribbon and lace. It barely covered her panty-clad bottom which meant it fit as intended.

	Covering her head was a blonde wig done in sausage curls. Staring in the mirror, she saw an image that seemed more alien than her first look after getting her boy's haircut. The mouth that had drawn the attention of many customers in het newsie days were brighter thanks to a bit of lipstick that a woman had applied.

	Looking to the left and right, she confirmed that she was similar in presentation to the twenty boys currently in little girl drag. They were all young, mostly around her age by a few years either way. Sitting to her right was a dark-eyed boy of six who just had a wig of red hair in pigtails put in place. Virginia had been told to still use the name, Jimmy, and the little boy informed her that his name (which she assumed was real) was Corey.

	Hearing him speak matter-of-factly about his life here, Virginia felt numb. This was Corey's first night on the floor after a particularly rough evening a week ago with a married couple.

	"Mrs. Crevey sucked my peeny real hard and Mr. Crevey made my butt bleed real bad with his peeny. But I'm all better now."

	Soon, the group was led out of the dressing room and into a vast dining room where a horn band was playing. Customers in fine evening clothes were seated at their dinner tables as waiters cleared their empty dishes and poured more drinks. It was clear that the newly arrived young flesh comprised of the dessert menu.

	The guests called out to the girly boys with no restraint in their desires. Already, a couple of them were being pulled aside. Corey was on top of a table with his dress pushed up and his legs spread as a trio of women readied some clamps and plugs for their little playmate.

	Virginia felt the hot gazes of others investigating her and knew it wouldn't be long before she was on a table for the start of a long night. Damien had told her she was going to be one of those kinky surprises for his customers - a little boy with a bonus fuck hole. Presenting herself as a boy who was masquerading as a girl made her feel a little dizzy.

	As an elderly man's hand groped her ripe little buttocks through her panties, Virginia remembered a wish from her nave, pre-newsie days. She was finally living in one of those fancy clubs she had dreamed about.


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