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story_codes: M/g(7) Man/young girl, Tentacles/ggg+, rape

story_intro: After the junior cadets who were "rejected" from the High Command learn of a fate worse than being raped by humans, the man who arranged their new "assignment" has other things to do. While on a mission to obtain secret military plans, he decides to also obtain a little girl for his private entertainment for the voyage home. 


story_language: English






Wendria: Story 18 - The Errand Master

Written by madvlad


	It was the sound rather than the sight that made Antoninus Tonnin wince slightly. The girl with curly red hair had been surprisingly calm when she had left the box car of former cadets who had not passed their initial test at High Command. Of course, she hadn't known what was waiting for her but still, she carried herself with some dignity.

	Syndra was her name. It was rare for Tonnin to know any of the girls' names but this one had managed to escape the sexual carnage in the banquet room and find an opportunity for rescue when she found Brigadier General Breena Desjin. Eventually, the kid discovered that Desjin knew all about the initiation and her bold attempt at escape had earned her this one-way trip because of her disobedience.

	Tonnin wondered how many of the remaining girls from that night at High Command (six of the fourteen remained there) had subsequently been introduced to the young female brigadier's taste in sex games. When Desjin played, she played for keeps.

	It was only when they reached the certain section of the cavern that Syndra shrieked. The acoustics of the surrounding rock made the child's voice disturbing to the ears. It was a breeding den for the creatures native to Wendria who controlled much of the subterranean portion of the planet's Southern Hemisphere.

	Nearly two decades ago, Grynnoc's ascendance from a single nation-continent to a growing empire had begun after the creatures somehow made contact with the country's ruling elite. The creatures communicated telepathically and offered locations of valuable metals and minerals such as gold and azurine to help finance and power the military might of Grynnoc.

	In exchange, the creatures wanted very young females for use as breeders. Prepubescent girls were ideal in that their bodies were easier to adapt for cross-species procreation. Once this had begun, they were used for years until...well, Tonnin didn't know exactly nor did he care. The creatures could breed on their own but with humans, the process was quicker. Just as Grynnoc grew in strength, they were doing the same to fight rival groups of their kind. It was a symbiotic relationship that benefitted all - except for the young girls.

	When she saw the roiling mass of tentacles, Syndra began to scream. Her wails increased as one huge red limb coiled around her and pulled her into breeding pit where other girls were servicing their masters. Not for the first time, Tonnin wondered what an entire creature looked like. He had seen parts of massive, somewhat cylindrical bodies and the large eyes. Then there were the tentacles - he didn't know how many each creature had but they varied in size and purpose.

	Having been snatched by one of the longer tentacles, Syndra quickly learned the function of another one. As smaller tendrils pulled her legs widely apart, another undulating limb drilled into the little girl's hairless cunt. Syndra's cries became hoarse groans as the tentacle began rutting inside of her immature body.

	Tonnin never tired of watching a bald twat getting raped by some alien thing; soft labia pushed apart and shifting with the thrusts of the tentacle. It was one of the benefits of his job as a procurer, spy, courier, assassin, and handler of other odd tasks that needed to be done with great efficiency and stealth. Most of the officers at the Eatren High Command from where these girls had come were not even aware of the creatures' existence. But Tonnin knew. He had neither rank nor chest full of medals but he was quite satisfied with the unofficial title he carried among the select people in government - the Errand Master. It was wonderfully understated which fit him quite well.

	Syndra's body was reacting to the hormonal secretions of the tentacle inside of her as well as the obscene sliding between her legs. The ten year-old's violated pussy was now oozing its lubrication in a series of sticky noises that Tonnin could hear now that her mouth was being used by another tentacle. Evidently, the creature's semen was quite nutritious and Tonnin appreciated the efficiency.

	Having been taken by human cocks, Syndra was stunned as the thing working inside her snug young cunny twisted and curled as it ravaged her. The preteen grunted around the other thing rutting in her mouth when the first tentacle pulsed inside her before pumping her unready organs with sperm. Tonnin watched as the limb withdrew before another one quickly and savagely plugged the child's hairless, leaking slit.

	By day's end, Tonnin knew, Syndra's body would be reacting to the presence of the alien goo and would ovulate far before its time. Then she would look like some of the other girls here. Perhaps the next time he saw her, the ten year-old's taut belly would be swollen with ripe little titlets blooming on her once-flat chest.

	His gaze shifted to another little girl he remembered from a few months ago. She had only been seven years old and the daughter of a professor who gave too many of the wrong lectures. Officially, she perished in the fire that had claimed her parents but Tonnin had brought her here and earned a personal bonus from the creatures as the communicated to him the location of a small but easily extractable vein of platinum. The former cadets like Syndra were Grynnoc's gifts to the creatures but Tonnin also free-lanced for his own gain.

	The seven year-old was young for a breeder but the creatures never minded breaking in the littlest ones. In this case, the child was obviously gravid with the monster making her tummy bloated. It swayed a she was on her hands and knees along with the tiny breasts that were leaking milk. At present, she wasn't being fed but she was quiet aside from some soft groans as her sleek little ass was pummeled by a tentacle.

	Once a girl was pregnant, the vagina was left alone so as not to risk the fetus. However, their rectums were still available to serve at the pleasure of their owners. The professor's young daughter was wide-eyed as her grossly stretched anus hugged the buggering limb that lashed and ground inside her petite bottom.

	Hearing footsteps behind him, Tonnin checked himself - he had been rubbing the crotch of his pants as he watched the little girl getting ass-reamed by the tentacle. He was definitely in the mood for a very young one himself. In another day, he would be boarding an airship for more surreptitious work in Hoganville. He enjoyed going to the unaligned island well to the north - everything was for sale or, for those who knew their craft, for the taking.

	Turning and walking away from the pit, he nodded to his men who were bringing the other former cadets to their new service. Whatever lust he was feeling, no one ever saw it on his face.

	Two weeks later, Tonnin secured his documents in the leather satchel on his bed. It was his last day in Hoganville before he would depart back to Grynnoc aboard the airship presently docked. He had concluded negotiations with some weapons dealers that netted him not actual weapons but confidential drawings of some new designs in development by nations of the Trinity Seas Accord.

	With business done, he thought about pleasure. The docks teemed with prostitutes of both sexes and all ages. Tonnin, though, preferred to take instead of pay. The images of the pregnant little daughter of the late professor kept playing in his mind and he knew exactly what he wanted.

	Her name was Heidi and, like the other girl, she was seven. An orphan who was not (yet) selling her body, she had been seen by him as she displayed her meager collection of azurine splinters on a soiled rag on the sidewalk where other beggars and "splinter children" gathered.

	The splinters could be found where they were often tossed outside of the azurine craft shops that shaped the larger crystals into specific faceted shapes for use as power supplies. The discarded shards could sometimes be used in smaller, personal gadgets. Tonnin carried a few weapons that were easily adapted to many of these and had purchased one from Heidi. Like other street urchins in her trade, she was small enough to wriggle through narrow openings to scavenge from the refuse of the crystal shops.

	With his document case secured, Tonnin glanced at the empty sea bag - a long duffle bag favored by the crews of both air and sea ships. Heidi would fit well into this and of course Tonnin did not have to worry about getting his luggage inspected when he boarded his airship. A quick flash of his credentials would make any Grynnocan airship officer pale a bit and politely welcome him aboard without further delay.

	Tonnin had a suite booked aboard the ship and looked forward to indulging in the pleasures of Heidi during the voyage home. After delivering the drawings, he would take a trip to the breeding pit and deposit Heidi in her new home. Perhaps she and the professor's daughter could get pregnant together. Humming the tune to a bawdy sailor's song, Tonnin left his room.

	What Tonnin had initially seen in the girl proved to be her undoing. Most street children were wary of strangers to varying degrees but had developed a knack for reading intents - especially crucial for those offering the use of their bodies. Of course, they weren't always accurate and the occasional small body was found in a storm sewer or, given the right tides, never seen again.

	Perhaps Heidi was new to this life; recently orphaned or abandoned. Her dark eyes sparkled when the nice man who had purchased a splinter from her a few days ago (and did not even haggle over her first ask asking price!), offered to give her a hot dinner as he was leaving Hoganville that evening and wished to have some companionship during his final meal here.

	She let him take her hand and happily trotted along beside him. Observing the girl, Tonnin noted that her brown hair was several shades lighter than the professor's daughter but her eyes nearly matched. Most importantly, their bodies would be quite similar - small and smooth and tight.

	Arriving at Tonnin's room in the inn, Heidi looked about and asked where the food was.

	"It just arrived," he replied. "You're the appetizer, main course, and dessert."

	The child's mouth dropped open in shock before she tried to bolt. Tonnin easily caught her and threw her onto the bed. Gripping the collar of her shabby dress, he tore the worn fabric easily and was pleased to see that Heidi was too poor to afford underwear. This was quite convenient.

	Misreading his words and intent, Heidi begged him not to eat her.

	"Oh, I won't - never much cared for oral sex unless I was receiving it," he laughed.

	Heidi didn't understand and turned over as she tried to twist away from the man. Driving his fist into the small of the girl's back, Tonnin stunned her long enough to stuff a torn swatch of her dress into her mouth before unbuttoning his trousers. The girl recovered and was reaching to take the cloth from her mouth when Tonnin grabbed her hand and then the other. Another strip was ripped from her dress and was used to bind her wrists behind her back.

	Applying some lotion to his dick, Tonnin admired the pale little globes of her ass as she squirmed on the bed. The cheeks had a slight jiggle to them but were still quite firm when he squeezed them and pushed down to pin Heidi to the bed.

	"Since you're in the position," he casually remarked. "We'll start at the back and work our way to the front."

	Easing his dick into the seven year-old's satiny rump flesh, Tonnin pushed hard when he found the miniature indentation of Heidi's bunghole. She clenched her orifice when she felt the pressure, trying to stop this suddenly bad man from doing something naughty to her. But strength and experience ruled and Tonnin slowly drove his member into the gradually expanding sphincter.

	"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!" Heidi frantically grunted as she felt herself opening against her will.

	"Mmm," Tonnin agreed as he felt his head pop through the small hole.

	Having gained access, he pushed harder, punching his bloated prick through the child's straining anus and into the hot velvet of her virgin ass. Heidi tried to kick and thrash but could not prevent her rectum from straightening and conforming to the shape of the invading cock inside her body.

	With unmerciful thrusts, the man sodomized the sobbing child. She still struggled but it only served to make her body caress the raping shaft as it opened her more deeply. Tonnin felt more heated liquid joining the lubricant on his dick to make this sweet, seven year-old ass even more exquisite as he plumbed the snug interior. It wasn't much and Tonnin correctly suspected that she was bleeding a little.

	Gentle little Heidi was now making savage, guttural noises in her throat as the man sawed his meat in and out of the tender flesh and clutching orifice of her ass. It never seemed to end as she was stabbed repeatedly there. She couldn't understand why someone would hurt her like this nor could she realize how delightful her ravaged ass guts felt to the meat sliding against it. Her vision was starting to cloud when her buggering finished with great spurts of semen that polluted her body.

	Pulling out of the girl, Tonnin retreated to a table where he kept a flask for refreshment. As he waited for his hard-on to return to full strength, he admired his handiwork. A stream of slightly pinkish goo (not much blood there - good) escaped her chaffed and gaping asshole. Heidi feebly tried to massage her wounded bottom but her bonds could do little more that allow her fingers to rub her buttocks. Still, it looked sexy as hell and Tonnin found his member at full attention and ready for more action.

	Rolling the girl over, her spread her legs apart and licked his lips over the bald cunt presented to him. Being from the streets, Heidi was thin and yet her mons was ripe and puffy with the plumpness of her young age. Defeated and exhausted by her previous rape, the girl did nothing but look at him with hurt and bafflement. She didn't even try to close her legs as he knelt on the bed and pulled her body toward his erection.

	Only at the end did Tonnin feel some tension in her legs as he pushed his glans against the girl's hairless mound. Heidi's eyes rolled with unspeakable agony as she felt her body being ripped again. The man's cock deflowered the seven year-old's dainty pussy with a savage thrust that made her bleed more than she had in her rear.

	While crimson stained Tonnin's cock and the smooth, spread folds of her immature cunt, Heidi's face was turning almost gray. Even screaming took more strength than she had and the only sounds in the room were of the creaking bed springs and the bubbly, snicking noises of hard flesh sliding in and out of the tight virgin twat hole.

	Heidi slowly slid down Tonnin's thighs until her back was once again completely on the bed. The man leaned over her, making her little feet hang helplessly in the air on either side of him while he rutted between her achingly opened legs. For all of his secrets and power, Tonnin's world now only centered on the tiny pussy whose slippery flesh compressed around his plundering prick. Her cunny tubing stretched as he worked his way to her cervix. Contentedly, he raped the child's cunt to make her his personal little whore.

	She would be his to enjoy until he traded her in so she could commence to becoming a breeding cow for her next owners. Heidi's first and premature pregnancy would have to wait until then but for now she had a man's ejaculations inseminating her delicate innards. The girl quivered and managed a weak moan as she was injected with another thick load of jism.

	Taking to his flask again, Tonnin noted how badly stained the sheets were. Heidi was such a messy little thing and he ought to leave a few extra coins for the cleaning woman. The girl would simply have to repay him during the airship voyage back to Grynnoc.

	With his lust temporarily sated, Tonnin's normal senses returned in time to head a creak just outside his door. He was simultaneously jerking his pants up and reaching for a pistol when the door crashed inward. Just as his arm lifted to bring his weapon to bear, an iron bar cracked against his forearm just above the wrist. He heard the bones being crushed almost as sharply as he felt them.

	As another stick-like object swung toward him, time slowed for a moment. Small blue flashes rose from the orb at the end of the thing, indicating a heavy charge on a crackle stick - something enough to render a victim unconscious. And his last waking thought before the blackness was that it was supposed to be him or his men wielding these weapons.

	The amber liquid poured carefully into the crystal tumbler on Rico's desk. The purple fluid at the bottom stirred slightly as the second ingredient joined it but did not rise. The bottle was set down and the purple and amber remained separate. Then a small finger flicked its nail against the glass at the height where the two liquids met. The purple Spring Melon juice now corkscrewed upward into the amber liquor, creating a pattern of colors before everything coalesced into a dull orange.

	"The perfect Doloran's Witch Brew," the little girl who had mixed the drink proudly announced.

	Rico nodded and smiled at his niece before taking a sip.

	"Yes, well done," he announced. "So are you going to be a bartender here when you grow up?"

	"Of course not," Penelope pouted. "I'm going to be the Queen of Hoganville just like that girl in Ilelia."

	"Hm. You do know that Hoganville doesn't have royalty."

	Penelope lifted her chin up.

	"Then I will be the first. And Trixie will be my assistant...I'm not sure what that is called."

	"There are plenty of possibilities," Rico mused. "Perhaps Grand Vizier. By the way, where is she?"

	"Oh! She has a kite and was going to fly it from one of the gantry view decks. I have to go!"

	With a quick peck on her uncle's cheek, the eight year-old put aside her monarchial ambitions to hurry and join her friend. Just as she reached the door, Rico's majordomo, Seamus, opened it to let her leave without breaking stride.

	Rico chuckled as he took another sip. No, Hoganville had no need for a king or a queen but if anyone was going to change that, it might well be his niece. It had been a month since some little girl - Selinda was her name - had somehow become the ruler of the oft-troublesome country. Yet, in the weeks following the girl's ascendance, many old policies had been reversed and it appeared like the island nation might finally become a decent neighbor.

	Already, Rico and the other bosses had allowed Ilelian legation once more to Hoganville. While everything was done in the queen's name, Rico knew there had to be some good advisors in place behind the kid. Well, good for her.

	In the meantime, Penelope and Trixie were asking if they could invite Queen Selinda to Hoganville for a tea party. Rico could picture high diplomacy with cookies and stuffed animals.

	Looking up toward the far end of his long office, he saw Seamus waiting patiently.

	"The other matter?" Rico asked.

	"Yes. I had them wait in another office instead of your waiting room so that Penelope would not see them. The man is rather...injured."

	Rico nodded his thanks and told Seamus to bring the men in.

	They had worked the guy over pretty well. Considering what he had done to that little girl off the street, Rico couldn't blame him. Leo, one of his crew captains, stood to the side while two of his men held the man with the shaved head more or less upright.

	Another man with dark hair and a generously curved nose stood slightly to the Leo's right; someone who appeared like he would pursue scholarly pursuits rather than being a coldly efficient enforcer for one of Hoganville's big bosses. Taking another glance at the captive's right arm with the hideously unnatural angle just above the wrist, Rico smoothly looked back at the enforcer and nodded slightly to acknowledge the man's prowess with a crowbar. He could also use a blade with ruthlessly artistic talent but the man they had attacked was meant to be a prisoner.

	"'Dis is 'dat shit wad," Leo announced, indicating the obvious. "Saul, here, have him da treatment wit a bar. An' 'den, on account of Saul bein's the gent dat he is, stepped asideways an' let us give da rat fuck a dancin' lesson all over-like.

	Rico looked down at the drawings removed from the open leather satchel on his desk. They were drawings of Vespanan and Anglian airship high-speed cannons being jointly developed by the two nations. Officially, Hoganville was neutral but Rico damn well knew that the Trinity Seas allies would leave the small island as it was while Grynnoc would try to pull another of its "annexations" on the place. Being larger and stronger, they would succeed but would soon find that the citizens of Hoganville could create plenty of small-scale problems. Rico had no wish to become another partisan guerilla when he could have his power and prestige the way things were now.

	Besides that, Grynnocans tended to be lousy tippers.

	"How is the child?" Rico asked as he continued to study the diagrams.

	"She's kind of messed up on account of da shit dat was done. But Mikey, he's got a sister dat can't have kids on account of...uh...she can't 'cause of some female-type tings. She's takin' in da kid and Mikey tinks that she'll be okay in da end on account of his sister is a real good-hearted lady an' all."

	Rico tapped the papers for a moment before sliding them back into the satchel. Seamus would place this in the safe. Then he looked at the captured agent with cold eyes. While it was true that Hoganville was a place for all kinds of off-the-records deals and espionage, Rico and the other bosses maintained a surprisingly good intelligence network that would impress the larger countries.

	He had already known that this man, Tonnin, was buying something important that belonged to others but even he was surprised that it was plans for heavy weaponry like this. Rico's men had been tracking him and had waited until the transaction was done before they moved in. It was too late to keep that little girl from being violated so cruelly but the empty sea bag that was found gave rise to suspicions that Tonnin was going to take her with him for further depravity.

	"The Auckland is due to arrive in a week," Rico said to Tonnin, referring to an Anglian naval airship of the top line. "I'm sure some gentlemen aboard will be interested in speaking with you on your way to Yorkton."

	Tonnin's eyes widened and he tried to plead his way to a private deal with this hoodlum. But it was impossible to be understood with swollen lips and tongue and a mass of broken teeth. The other guy with the horrible linguistics, Leo, ordered his pair of thugs to drag Tonnin from the office while Saul followed them with a slight trace of bemusement on his face. Had he any empathy, Tonnin would have felt it for his past victims as he was now in their place.


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