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story_codes: MMMmmbbb+/gg(10,8), g/g, semi-cons

story_intro: Having lost her virginity during her last visit to Hoganville, a captain's young daughter, Cady, sneaks off to learn more about sex. While she doesn't find the boys she met before, she gets a curious offer which has her on stage with little boy with the same surprise that Cady is hiding. It isn't long before the little stage show becomes one with audience participation.


story_language: English







Wendria: Story 23 - Sleights of Hand

Written by madvlad


	The honed steel was placed against the man's neck and then moved with practiced grace to complete the task at hand. Finished, the man holding the blade dunked it in a bowl of water to remove the shaving butter and bits of stubble. Then he patted himself dry before buttoning his collar and donning a brown suit jacket.

	He looked quite presentable in the mirror - the very model of a middle-aged business man of minor importance. While Beren Streel was satisfied with his appearance from a professional standpoint, he much preferred being in the uniform of an intelligence captain in the Grynnocan Navy.

	But the uniform was out of the question; not if he was to have any measure of success in what was likely to be a fool's errand. As it was, being from Grynnoc made him stand out aboard the Exeter, an Anglian cargo airship bound for Hoganville.  But he spoke English with a Grynnocan accent and he would have drawn more suspicion had he tried to pass himself off as someone from, say, West Vespana. 

	His cabin was quite small and offered minimal amenities. But the Exeter was the first civilian vessel Streel could find that was going to Hoganville. From the one portal in his cabin, he could see some of the island-city and out of instinct checked the wallet in his trousers.

	Hoganville was a pit of criminal activity which also attracted a fair amount of state espionage activities as well since the ruling bosses tended to look away as long as they got their cut through the ever-present networks of graft. A well-regarded Grynnocan agent, Antoninus Tonnin, had come here a month earlier for a rendezvous with someone selling designs for a new rapid-fire cannon. The weapon was of East Vespanan design but was going to be used in all of the navies of the Trinity Seas Accord. 

	But Tonnin had gone missing and the Grynnocan Navy was keen to get the plans so as not to lose a tactical advantage to their cold war adversaries. While unfortunate, his death was attributed to the hazards of his profession. A new hope, however, had risen in the form of an invoice that had arrived at the office of a trading brokerage in Grynnoc City.

	The brokerage was a front for naval intelligence and the invoice had come from a Hoganite police official notifying them of past-due rent owed after one of their employees, Mr. A. Tonnin, had failed to check out from his room at the reserved time. Per Hoganville law (that Hoganville had laws drew much amusement among the intelligence officers reading this), Mr. Tonnin's company was to pay the police department for the rent due, plus and extra day and late fees, plus the administrative police fees and the additional cost for the police to store Mr. Tonnin's belongings.

	That made more sense - the police would be taking an exorbitant fee if anyone wanted Tonnin's personal effects back. It would have been dismissed had it not been for the list of items being held which included one locked satchel. It might be possible that Tonnin had acquired the plans before disappearing. The police had ruled his vanishing act as a death as a leather coat with his name in it had been retrieved after washing up near a small shipping pier. 

	"I'm surprised they didn't open the satchel," one lieutenant mused. 

	"If it only contained papers - about twenty sheets, it wasn't heavy enough to attract notice," Streel pointed out. "See how they charged an extra fee for "integrity maintenance" of the satchel? They're making money for not pilfering through it."

	When the Exeter docked, Streel was the first one to leave. His return voyage had already been booked via a wireless transmission aboard a Grynnocan merchant ship scheduled to leave in one day. Successful or not, Streel would feel better being among the company of his own people.

	Cady frowned as she watched the man in the brown suit disembark from her father's airship. Grynnocans were sort of enemies of her home country of Anglia even though there wasn't a war. But she heard more talk over the last couple of years as relations between the northern and southern hemisphere nations became strained. 

	She had been to Grynnoc once before when she was seven. Fondly, she recalled the luscious baked sweets and how the white-aproned baker had winked at her and snuck a few extra bits into the bag of goods her father was purchasing. But as things were going now, she wasn't sure if she'd seen the country again anytime soon. As it was, her father was adamant about staying on this side of the equator for the time being.

	In Grynnoc, she had only gone to places in the company of her father. Now she was ten and could venture out on her own a little with the admonition of her father that she stay in the security zones of the pier area. She had done so except for one other time - the last time they were in Hoganville just a few weeks ago. 

	During that foray, she had met some street boys who made money having sex with visitors and locals. Having been curious about sex, she had paid one of them with dinner to show her what all the fuss was about. Then some of his friends arrived and generously had sex with her without asking for any compensation. Waiting for her father and other crew depart, she hoped she would find Jules and his friends again.

	Streel's false papers were all in order as a bored sergeant of the police slowly perused them. Then he was sent to the cashier's window (of course, Hoganville Police would have cashiers in each precinct to take the local skim) where he paid the list of fees - plus a few more the sergeant added. After getting a stamped receipt for payment, he returned to the sergeant to get an approval stamp to get Tonnin's limited personal effects. 

	Presenting the stamped paperwork to a clerk in the store room, Streel waited before the clerk returned, stamped his paperwork, and slid a cardboard box across the counter. Under the saltwater-stained black leather coat was Tonnin's locked case and a quick examination by Streel showed that there were drawings and notes in the case. He re-locked it and started to leave when the clerk called to him.

	"Mister, you forgot your box. You paid for it."

	The man was right, of course; there had been a "storage device fee" on the list. 

	"That's okay," he replied, gesturing to the empty box. "You can keep it."

	"Very well. We'll have to charge you a disposal fee."

	Streel stifled a curse and took the box. He passed the sergeant at his desk and saw him cleaning the bowl of his pipe with a decidedly wicked-looking dagger. Was it police-issue or something the sergeant had liberated from a suspect or arrestee? Either way, Streel was relieved to leave the station with no more fees and paperwork and fees for more paperwork.

	When the door closed behind Streel, the sergeant picked up the phone.

	"Finney, here," he said. "Get me the Heaven Club - right to the boss' office."

	Arlo needed a new boy for the show tonight - just a one-night gig with Jimmy. There were some of the usual street-walking boys but too many of them knew about Jimmy. They might fake surprise but it was better if it was real. Then he saw him - blonde hair combed sideways with the locks drooping over his face enough to cover one eye. Soft cheeks and a slightly pouty mouth that was perfect for getting stuffed with a dick. This was definitely some new meat. The kid didn't have the strut that the more experienced boys developed. 

	"Hey kid, you looking for some easy cash?" he called.

	The boy looked surprised and then nodded slowly. Oh, this was terrific - he couldn't have been in the trade very long.

	"Great! We'll feed you dinner - DeVille's Den has good grub - and have you do a show. Come on."

	Cady followed Arlo inside and was introduced to a smaller boy with close-cropped hair and wide, expressive eyes.

	"This is Jimmy. Both of you will get into costume and do some crotch-grinding - the audience loves to see kids getting off on each other. Jimmy will be the one on top since he's smaller - people want to see all of him. We'll see where it goes and then you get paid. Jimmy, take him to the kitchen and then get changed.

	It had been almost a month since Victoria had been sold by a corrupt cop to DeVille's Den. Although the policeman had buggered her and made her suck him off, he had never checked her out fully and it wasn't until the club's owner, Damien DeVille, had her that 'Jimmy's" secret was out. Far from upset, Deville had been delighted to have a girl masquerading as a boy in his otherwise all-male pedo sex shows. Already, she had become one of his clientele's favorite performers - on stage and in private.

	Like she had been described, this new boy was quite pretty in the face but Arlo said he hadn't been on stage before. With all of the surrounding conversation, she didn't quite catch the newcomer's name but was pretty sure it was Cody. Victoria hoped the boy wouldn't mind the discovery when, after he was hard, she revealed herself to be a girl so she could ride his cock to climax. That was part of the surprise act. Even people who had seen it before enjoyed it - especially her partners' reactions. 

	Considering she had disguised herself as a newspaper boy in order to try to survive, this wasn't a bad life. Now, she had a place to sleep and had regular meals - both of which had been inconsistent before. She only wished she could grow her hair back as it had been before but part of her attraction was her boyish appearance. 

	They had dinner at a long table filled by other young performers and the newcomer, who didn't say much, was awed by the various conversations around him. Afterward, Jimmy directed him to a closet where he could put his clothes and change in to his costume.

	Cady emerged wearing nothing but a red satin loincloth and found Jimmy waiting for her while wearing the same. Smiling encouragingly, the little boy took her hand and led her out onto a stage in front of tables where people waited for their performance. With Jimmy's guidance, she lay on the cot on stage before he got on top of her. Then he started to hunch against her, pantomiming sex. 

	When she turned her head to the people watching, she saw intense interest and anticipation in their eyes. She was starting to feel pleasantly warm in her crotch as the boy moved against her and this must be what the audience wanted. Intimidated by the audience but becoming aroused, she turned back to watch Jimmy and only him. 

	Meanwhile, the eyes of each adult in the audience was fixed on the two childish figures undulating together. The two flat, boyish chests pressed together and in profile, only a thin red fabric strip stretched just above the hip broke the milky smoothness of the kiddy performers' skin. 

	The blonde one on the  bottom spread their legs further and bent them at the knees to encourage the humping of the smaller one on top. This slight change in position emphasized the compact curve of the buttock as seen in profile. Both of the youngsters were starting to pant and several viewers panted with them as they imagined what those tiny, hairless genitals were doing and feeling beneath their flimsy satin covers.

	Aboard the airship that would leave for home tomorrow, Streel was not impressed as he perused the Vespanan gun design. The recoil dampers were nothing new and appeared to be based on an Anglian design which made sense since they were allies. The Anglian and Grynnocan designs bore a strong resemblance to each other and Streel wonder which country purloined it from the other.

	The main problem with rapid-fire cannons was the heat generated. This design used three rotating barrels with interlocks to ensure proper alignment with the breech before firing could occur. Again, this was nothing new but the bottleneck in speed was how the heat would begin to warp the metal and prevent proper alignment.

	Then he saw a handwritten note on the breech drawing referring to "alloy 141". Riffling through some appending pages, he found a metallurgical formula for this mysterious alloy. The formula itself made little sense to the intelligence officer but Streel was proficient enough to read the temperature calculations from testing.

	He looked up and swore before reading again. According to this data, the alloy had better-than-usual heat dissipation properties. This meant no warping and thus the key to rapid-fire ship's artillery was solved. Further notes and copies of official correspondence indicated that testing had been limited due to the quicker-than-expected success of the alloy.

	The Vespanans had done five successful tests of ninety salvos each; thirty per barrel with no warping between the barrels and the breeches. Allowing two seconds for barrel rotation and one for firing, it meant that each gun mount could fire and unheard-of twenty artillery rounds per minute. 

	The Vespanans wanted to do more testing but a letter from a military logistics officer said that it would be four months before an adequate supply of shells could be delivered. That had been a month ago and that meant that there would be three months before testing resumed and even longer before the first of these guns were aboard their airships.

	Streel knew that Grynnoc could make breeches from the new alloy in less than a month. This would give them months if not years of tactical advantage as they would be farther ahead on the number of these guns. Although tempted to send a wireless message to headquarters with this news, he wasn't about to risk any interception.

	But this did call for a celebration. The Heaven Club, a mobster-run place with gambling and other entertainment, reportedly had a fine dining room. A small victory feast was in order.

	Victoria could feel her wetness as she kept humping the boy but she couldn't feel his hard-on through the thin loincloths. It was odd because the boy beneath her was starting to bump his pelvis up to meet her. Something must feel good to him but maybe it was nerves from being observed by an audience - it had happened to one other boy. But Victoria knew what would solve that trick. 

	Shooting a glance at Damien DeVille, she saw him nod and she slid off her partner. When she pushed her loin cloth off, there were some exclamations of surprise from guests who hadn't seen her before. Others cheered for her little feminine attribute. Even the boy gaped in surprise but Victoria knew he would get hard now. Pulling the blonde boy's loincloth down, she gaped as she saw a small bald cunny like her own.

	The crowd roared. One woman turned to Damien DeVille and congratulated him on this new double twist. Several other nearby guests also shouted their compliments and he merely shrugged in modest acknowledgement of his apparent genius. 

	Then Damien looked over at Arlo and saw him completely dumbfounded. Damien couldn't blame him - the blonde kid had been wearing boys clothing and his hair was a little shaggy but certainly not longer like girls wore. But it was a success. When Arlo looked at his boss, Damien gave him a circling hand motion to indicate that the show must go on.

	At Arlo's direction, Victoria mounted Cady again and started to hump again.

	"Grab my butt," she whispered to Cady.

	The people watching murmured in approval as Cady put her hands on Victoria's bubbly little rump to help increase the pressure between them. The two smooth snatches lubricated together as they slid. Stiffening clits flicked at each other and made the girls whine with lust. In the audience, drinks were emptied as they watched a pair of would-be boys engaging in grinding, lesbian sex.

	Victoria came first and did not try to restrain her vocal response as her twat leaked more juice over her partner's. It looked like Cady was getting close so the young girl kept at it until Cady grunted and threw her head back while cumming against the other quim. She was panting in the aftermath when several boys, all of them naked and sporting erections, joined them on the stage.

	Damien turned to the guests at his table with a grin.

	"No more tricks, ladies and gents. Now you'll get to see some hard young dicks in action."

	Not taking a chance at getting inebriated and sloppy, Streel stuck to mineral water while enjoying a splendid lamb dish. The same could not be said for a group of younger Vespanan naval officers at the next table. They were from a West Vespanan airship, the Santa Fe, that was docked not far from here. The ship's moniker sounded like more of a Castilian name than English, but then again, the Vespanans were an odd lot. Adversaries or not, Streel much preferred the more cultured and orderly Anglians.

	"I'm telling you," one of the lieutenants loudly slurred while stabbing at the table cloth with a clumsy finger. "This move's gonna show the Grinnies that they can't fuck with us."

	Streel recognized the derogatory term for Grynnocans and feigned concentration on his plate while taking every word in.

	"So it's a fucking annexation, Steve," another man argued. "And we're no better than the Grinnies like what they just did to Adjian.

	"Grinnies annex countries. We integrate them into the Accord," Steve countered, driving his point home with a belch.

	"Annex, integrate, who cares?" a third officer remarked as he waved for another bottle. "I don't know shit about Adjian except that they make great rugs but if the fleet's gonna stay somewhere, the Caraena Islands is a damned sight better. The women in Adjian keep themselves proper and the ladies in the Caraenas barely keep themselves dressed."

	What followed was more laughter and boasts about upcoming conquests in paradise. Streel asked his waiter for a check. This new information was better than dessert.

	Cady groaned as her sopping little cunt slammed down on the boy's tool. Both she and Virginia (she had learned the other boy impersonator's name from one of the boys on stage) were facing the tables while their legs were spread wide to straddle the laps of seated boys. Her smooth labia were also pulled well apart as they hugged the meat sliding between them. Every downward push drove gurgles of boy cum from each girl's preteen snatch.

	During her last adventure in Hoganville, Cady had learned about how enjoyable sex was. But to have other people watching her do it made her feel dizzy - partly from shame and partly because the eagerness in all of those gazing eyes made her feel feverish. The first boy to fuck her had been small but now they were gradually getting larger. 

	To her left, Cady heard Victoria's whines as the child neared her third climax of the night - the second with a prick mauling her snug young pussy. Although feeling heavily aroused, Cady was not yet in the end stages before cumming. Her partner was and jammed more boyish semen into her before she was pulled off of him. 

	Instead of being reseated, Cady and Victoria were brought into the crowd and laid on their backs on two different tables. Cady's legs were opened and the men and women peered at her undeveloped nudity while another young cock speared into her hairless twat. Her head was then tilted back off the table's edge while one of the male guests slid his hardness into the girl's mouth. It was Cady's first ever adult prick and she could do nothing but suck it.

	The boy in her cunt finished with more hot stickiness and was replaced by another boy while the man, who had better control, took his time before finally feeding the youngster the musky, sperm-rich wad of grown-up jism. When he pulled out, Cady was able to turn her head to see Victoria doing something else that stunned her.

	The little girl was in the same position as Cady with a twelve year-old plugging her tiny snatch with his sluicing meat. But the man in her mouth was pushing very far in. Victoria's hands fluttered in panic at first but they calmed as her neck bulged with cock. Just as her immature pussy was inundated with more preteen semen, the eight year-old lay pliant and deep-throated a cock that would soon warm her tummy with hot spew.

	The girls were carried to different tables so that others could watch at close range or even participate. Cady learned from the ladies how her clit could be manipulated while a cock was working in her twat and would have caught up with Victoria's orgasm count had not the younger girl also been subjected to molesting fingers on her little body.

	Cady was tired and her cunny was throbbing when she and Victoria were brought back on stage. There, two of the older boys - seventeen year-olds going through puberty with impressively-sized tools between their legs. Cady whimpered at the thought of taking one of those where she was getting quite sore.

	"Thank you for being patient, ladies and gents," Arlo called out. "Now, well conclude this act with the ass action you all love."

	The crowd cheered as the girls were placed on their hands and knees facing each other. A large teen got behind each one of them and pushed his greased meat between the taut ass cheeks of their much younger partners. The ten and eight year-old performed a duet of cries and moans as their petite bungholes were opened by the older boys. 

	Hard teen cocks sank into the warm plushness of the tight, prepubescent rectums and pushed in the small amounts of jism and girl juice that had leaked between the buttocks. With their asses lewdly lubricated by their own twat drippings, each little girl was sodomized with force.

	Cady's mouth was hanging open as she moaned with each buggering thrust inside her heavily-expanded bottom. With a month's experience in the sex club, Victoria understood how discomfort could be offset by something - anything - good. She pushed her head out and lapped her tongue across Cady's cum-smeared lips. 

	Surprised as first, Cady soon responded to the smaller girl's insistent tongue. Before an appreciative audience, the two preteen girls contentedly swapped jism between their mouths while their tender little asses were fucked and eventually creamed.

	Cady had been given a bucket of warm water and some towels to clean herself. Walking was a bit awkward but manageable as she got used to it with her two lower holes still feeling a bit stretched and sticky deep inside. As she was still adjusting to walking in this condition, she didn't pay attention to where she was going until she bumped into Damien.

	"Nice work out there, kid," the club owner said as he handed her a small roll of bills. "Are you from around here? I think we could put your talents to use."

	"Um, no. I'm from the Exe- uh, one of the airships docked here."

	Damien's eyebrows rose. 

	"Oh, so a ship's boy - or girl, apparently," he mused.

	That took the temptation out of his mind although his dick was still intrigued. It was one thing for a sailor to get drunk and go missing but a kid from a ship... Someone, one of the officers, or even the captain would complain to the big bosses. He faithfully paid Rico Montaglia at the Heaven Club a weekly "honorarium" and stayed in his good graces. But those graces would shrivel quickly if Rico learned that Damien was keeping a purloined ship's kid as a performer and a piece of ready ass. The bosses hated trouble and responded to it with quick and utter action.

	He patted Cady on the shoulder and told her she could return as a guest star whenever her ship was in. Meanwhile, he would see to it that Rico stayed in his office; content with a drink and perhaps a cigar.

	Rico puffed contentedly on the cigar, letting the smoke linger with the aftertaste of malt whiskey on his tongue. The night had been a success although he had made no more money than usual. But he now had more favors owed him by the Trinity Seas allies. Money was useful when dealing with individuals but when it came to nations, Rico knew that even all of the combined fortunes in Hoganville would do little to carry influence with the big hitters in the Northern Hemisphere.

	Sitting across from him with more drinks and cigars were two men. Nigel Pembroke was in mufti tonight while he wore an admiral's rank in the Anglian air navy on other occasions. Next to him, Liam Barrow was speaking in the peculiar accent of his native Boston. The East Vespanan was a technical genius in their intelligence group.

	It was Liam whom Rico contacted through back channels after he was given the gun plans from Antoninus Tonnin's bag. And it was Liam who altered the plans with enough degree of technical expertise to - hopefully - pass inspection by the Grynnocans. 

	Admiral Pembroke had used his contacts in allied navies and arranged for some young officers aboard the West Vespanan airship, Santa Fe, put on a performance in the club. Liam and Nigel had stayed out of sight, of course, as it was a real threat that Streel would identify them if he saw them and suspect some treachery. Rico's valet/bodyguard/administrative assistant, Seamus, had discreetly observed the proceedings and had just informed the trio of the apparently successful table-side play performed by the officers of the Santa Fe.

	The two guests enjoyed one last drink with their host before departing. Both would be leaving in the morning on small but swift airships; Liam on the Narragansett bound for Boston with his briefcase securing the original gun plans and Nigel on the Colchester with his souvenir already secured aboard in manacles.

	After the admiral bade the others goodnight, he sighed. Despite their different backgrounds, he found Rico and Liam to be good company. His companion for the next four or five days on the flight to Yorkton would be less enjoyable. But after the treatment he had received following his capture in Hoganville, perhaps Mr. Tonnin would at least be in a cooperative mood when it came to conversation.

	Stepping into the night, Nigel paused to view some of the nearby airships from the elevated walkway outside the Heaven Club. These were mostly merchant ships; the Orlov from Muscovy, the Don Cesare from Castile, and, ah yes, the Exeter from his own Anglia. It always gladdened Nigel to see a vessel from his homeland, military or not. Giving the Exeter one last look, he doubted, though, that anyone aboard that ship had enjoyed a more eventful stay in Hoganville than he had experienced this day.


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