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Filename: worldwa2.txt
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story_codes: (Mg(11)/g(7), nc; MM/g(7), cons)

story_intro: The tale of the youngest of the three girls from the first story begins with Bunny working in a sex club where the entertainment is becoming ever darker. She runs away and finds Mari, desperate for any kind of refuge.

story_language: English




World War VII: Bunny's Story

Written by madvlad


Author's Note: See WW7: Lines of Defense for more detail into the story background and some of the characters. 

	"No, it hurts like that!" the seven year-old whined.

	Hans pressed on her back, making the rough wood of the table dig into the little girl's belly. But it was the pain inside her rectum that she was complaining about. And he forced his prick even deeper into the child's straining bowels. 

	"You want to stop and take the pill?" he asked. "It will turn all your pain into pleasure."

	"Nooo!"

	"Suit yourself, little bitch," he grunted before lancing deeper between the tot's spread buttocks.

	The fleshy little globes jiggled as he rammed into the girl's ass, drawing a suitably loud wail. Truth be told, Hans didn't give a shit whether she took the pill or not. And if she screamed while on stage, his evolving clientele wouldn't mind one bit.

	Shortly after the Scando-Germanic Regime (SGR) had been driven from Vienna by Britain and its allies, Hans and others had established sex clubs largely or exclusively featuring young children. The latest world war had created plenty of homeless orphans to stock their stables with.

	In Vienna, as in most areas of the world, pedophilia was viewed as just another of a variety of sexual attractions and perfectly legal as long as the child was willing. Of course, there also had to be signed consent forms by the child's guardians or parents, but in this current time, there were too many other things for authorities to worry about than paperwork. The club owners had usually offered their little entertainers a place to sleep in exchange for their stage performances. As to how much the child kept from money earned in tips or in "work on the side" was between them and the owners. The kids were certainly free to leave anytime.

	But Hans and some others had found that there was better money to be made in darker entertainment involving forcible sex and all kinds of torture. Skillfully, he slowly brought many of his girls under his control through the use of Stalk, the latest street drug that enhanced physical stimulus to produce sexual arousal. With pain being a powerful stimulus, rough sex and other activities sent the drug users through multiple and intoxicating orgasms. 

	Like many others, the drug was addicting. The most obvious sign was the yellowing of finger and toe nails. Going too long without it could create anxiety and complete withdrawal could lead to dangerous and sometimes irreversible psychosis. Those pale green pills had helped Hans and others of his ilk begin creating fortunes from the youthful bodies of their drug-enslaved children in the three months since the Allies had taken Austria.

	There had been three girls who had arrived together - all blonde-haired blue-eyed former members of the Daughters of Freya, the Regime's organization for select young girls. The middle one, Mari, had chosen to work the streets instead of staying at his club. But eleven year-old Gerda had stayed, along with the seven year-old the others called Bunny. 

	Hans had no idea what Bunny's real name was and could care less. She had earned the nickname because of her perpetual and often hyper enthusiasm toward life in general; hopping and bouncing in her excitement. At first she had been a star attraction at the club, with customers paying to be part of the act where she would take one cock in her throat and another up her rear end. The kid had a remarkable ass, able to stretch and take a surprisingly long piece of man meat. Everyone as built differently and this kid had it all between her lovely, bulging ass cheeks. 

	Bunny loved all of the attention and applause. But as Hans changed his entertainment style, the hearty soldiers and civilians who came to see everyone have a good time slowly vanished. Now his better-paying crowds came for darker things. And to see a cute little piece of fuck-meat like Bunny get broken and degraded by man and beast and machine would be epic entertainment. 

	Hans knew she was getting close to giving in and would finally take her first Stalk, probably before the week was done. Perhaps he could start a betting pool. But for now, he kept humping the child's ass, enjoying the hot grip of her innards as he anally bludgeoned her with his cock. He groaned as he came, pumping gobs of semen into her body while she quivered on the table. 

	Bunny gave another small yelp when he jerked his prick from her abused tunnel. Looking at his watch, he called out to Gerda.

	"Get her ready - you're both on in fifteen minutes."

	"Okay, Hans," the girl purred as she approached, her hairless cunt dripping as it often did nowadays.

	"Ah, were you watching our little warm-up?" he asked, tousling the eleven year-old's hair. 

	"Yeah, I got off twice, you horrid beast," she teased, brushing her hair back into place. 

	Her fingernails were even more yellow than her hair now. She had experienced her first Stalk before first coming to Hans' club and was the one of the first to fall under his spell. 

	Hans rewarded her with a sharp pinch on the nipple of one of her budding breasts. Gerda gave a soft gasp - not of pain but of pleasure - and grinned as he left.

	"Come on, Bunny. We're gonna do something different and you don't have to put on any clothes."

	"Are we going to lick kitties?" Bunny asked, knowing it was one of the few acts anymore that didn't make her hurt.

	"Yeah, that and some other stuff. Oh, and I'm going to pretend I get mad at you during the act, but don't worry."

	"Okay," the smaller girl said, running her backside. "Hans went too hard and hurt my bottom."

	"You wouldn't mind if you were taking Stalk."

	Bunny chose not to reply. Gerda and Mari had always looked after her the Grendels (what others called Russians, or Tsarists or some very impolite names) had overrun the base where her unit of the Daughters of Freya had been. The Grendels had hurt Bunny all over and had done the same to her friends. But then the Grendels got beaten back by the Regime which then got tossed from Vienna by the Allies. 

	But Gerda was taking more and more of that medicine and she was turning scary. One thing Bunny knew by now was not to say anything that might be construed as anti-Stalk or else Gerda would fly off the handle. Bunny missed Mari, who had found a nice soldier who took care of her. Mari hardly ever came by anymore - Hans and his men had made it difficult for the girls here to have any contact with the outside world.

	Bunny also missed the soldiers who used to come here. Sometimes they got a little too rowdy with her when they had drunk too much, but they always cheered and applauded and gave her extra money and trinkets. Bunny especially liked the trinkets - items from their military uniforms that she proudly collected in a colorful wooden box. Now the men and women who came to watch were grim and quiet in a strange way. And their eyes looked like they wanted to eat her - just like the bad wolves did in the stories she used to hear at the nursery where she had lived before being sent off to the Daughters on her seventh birthday.

	They had the hungry look again as she and Gerda went on stage, completely naked. Gerda sat her on the bed there and started kissing her. Bunny knew how to do it right - open-mouthed and showing the audience her tongue as they licked one another. Bunny was relieved as this would be one of those things that made her feel good without any scary stuff. This always led to her licking and sucking Gerda's kitty and Gerda doing the same to her. 

	But they had to do it slowly. After a few minutes, Bunny lowered her mouth and sought one of Gerda's tits. It was the size of a small apple now and Gerda liked it when Bunny noticed that they were getting bigger. Bunny knew that at least this was a safe subject to bring up with Greta.

	Bunny was loudly (for the crowd's benefit) sucking an erect nipple when Gerda's hands slipped under her ass. Gerda suddenly froze and pushed Bunny onto her back, sprawling on the mattress.

	"You little whore!" Gerda snarled. "What the hell is this?"

	Gerda reached and took one of Bunny's buttocks, pulling her onto her side and pulling the cheek up to expose the little girl's raw asshole, sticky with Hans' rape juice.

	"You've been cheating on me!" Gerda shrieked.

	Bunny remained silent, trembling on the bed. She didn't like Gerda being mad, even if it was only pretend mad. 

	"What, I'm not good enough for you anymore 'cause I don't have a cock?" Gerda ranted. "Is that it? Then try this!"

	Gerda reached under the bed and pulled out a strap-on dildo, which she donned quickly. The dong wasn't that large - just enough to fully sink into a seven year-old's cunt. Bunny shook her head, silently pleading for Gerda to stop. But the older girl lunged forward, pinning Bunny to the bed as she aimed the dildo at Bunny's plump little twat. 

	Bunny's bald mount splayed wide as the dildo pressed in. With a furious jerk of her slender hips, Gerda powered into the child's pussy, drawing a long scream from Bunny. Gerda hammered away at her, rolling her all over the bed and into various positions for the audience to see. In her Stalk-fueled fury, Gerda came repeatedly, only wanting more instead of being satisfied. 

	The culmination came with Gerda sitting upright with Bunny in her lap and vaginally impaled on the hard rubber. Both were facing the audience as Gerda savagely fucked and twisted the dildo between the hairless folds of the seven year-old's tenderized cuntlet. Gerda came quite loudly one last time while Bunny sobbed pitifully and then dumped the little girl off her lap and onto the floor. 

	Unstrapping the dildo, Gerda bent down and pulled Bunny up by the hips so that her butt was in the air. Gerda drove the dong into Bunny's recently raped anus, drawing another howl from the child.

	Standing up, Gerda bowed to the audience and left, leaving Bunny to crawl painfully from the stage with the dildo embedded inside her. 

	Offstage, Gerda yanked the thing from Bunny's ass with no sympathy for the little girl's tears.

	"Next time, pop a Stalk before we go, 'cause we've got bigger and better things to try."

	Weeping, Bunny made her way to her bed and pulled her precious few items from the small cabinet at the head. The box that had once housed a bottle of high-end whiskey now held her treasures. Near the bottom was a scrap of paper which Bunny clutched in her hand while she lay in agony.

	
"I wish it was Saturday so you didn't have to go to work," Mari groused at the small kitchen table. 

	"Sorry, my love," Simon replied as he wiped his mouth. "But me going to work gives you a roof over your head and out of trouble. Otherwise, you'd raise an army of cute little girls to overthrow the Allied forces and drive us from the continent. It would be a massacre because we'd always be trying to chase you with our pants down."

	"Do you think I'd do that?" the nine year-old said, playing the game.

	"Oh yes, I've got that figured out. That will teach you to seduce an army intelligence officer."

	Mari giggled as her lover and protector got up and kissed her on the nose. Simon paused to check himself in the small mirror, ensuring that Major Simon Adams of the Royal States of America's army looked suitably spit and polished for duty.

	"And please try to spend some time on the education programs," he said more seriously as he nodded at the folded pad console on the counter top. "You'll be thankful when you're older."

	"Ugh," Mari pouted before relenting and promising that she would.

	"That's my girl," he said as he opened the apartment door. "I'm sure that you'll...oh!"

	A small shape tumbled backward into the apartment, having been leaning against the door. The shape rolled over, blonde pigtails flailing and it sat up.

	"Bunny!" Mari cried as she raced over to greet her friend. 

	Bunny was uncharacteristically quiet, looking at Mari with reddened eyes. A small bag with the wooden box and a few other items were in the doorway and Simon brought it in. Bunny looked at him warily as he set the bag on the table.

	Turning to Mari, she held up the piece of scrap paper she had taken out the night before. On it was an address and a crudely drawn map.

	"I followed it like you told me to," Bunny said to Mari. "I got lost sometimes, but then I got here. I wasn't sure what to do so I sat down. I guess I fell asleep."

	"So you're done with Hans?" Mari asked with hope and relief.

	"Uh huh. I hope he doesn't look for me. Another girl ran away and when he found her he was really mad."

	"Major," Mari said as she turned to Simon. "Can Bunny stay with us for a while? Please?"

	After nearly two years in the Daughters of Freya had left Mari with the habit of addressing people in uniform by their rank and this included Simon (even when he was out of uniform and in bed with her).  Simon usually found this both frustrating and amusing, but he smiled gently at the two girls.

	"Of course," he said. "But I recommend that both of you lay low in here. No going outside for the next few days and don't answer the door."

	Mari nodded. Only she and Simon had handprint access to unlock the door, so she and Bunny would be safe inside. And the entire building housed Allied personnel, civilians working with them, or, as in her case, a well-connected lover. After a while, Hans would give up searching for Bunny because there were always other girls he could procure. 

	
At his desk in the Intelligence section, Simon searched for information on this Hans character, looking for a way to be doubly sure that he would remain out of the picture for both Mari and Bunny. He shared his office with four other officers of the Allied coalition. 

	Major Pamela Sinclair was English through and through, prideful of her country's history and culture and especially mad about afternoon tea. She was also sharp in her area of expertise, which was investigating organized crime - an area she had specialized in before the war with the Yorkshire Metro Police. In the aftermath of the war, these organizations seemed to flourish where much of the rest of the country in question had been pummeled. 

	Vienna had seen its share of damage, having been invaded, counter-invaded, and re-invaded in the waning weeks of the conflict in this part of Europe. But much of it, particularly the old historical sections, had remained remarkably intact, which simply gave the local gangsters a head start on rebuilding their syndicates.

	Major Anwar El-Hagrib was from the Imperial Egyptian Army's intelligence branch and a crypto-analyst of genius abilities. His head looked to be slightly too large, although that might have been due to his scrawny neck with its prominent Adam's apple. It appeared as if Anwar's cranium was balanced precariously on his neck. As intelligent as he was and brilliant at code-breaking, he was equally nave and gullible in many other ways.

	Although devoted to his Pharaoh, Anwar was fascinated with anything English (even if his own spoken English was occasionally mangled) and constantly peppered Pamela with all kinds of questions. He did so with Simon to a lesser extent since the Royal States of America, although part of the British Empire, wasn't quite the same dear old England itself. But he was unceasingly polite and Simon never took any offense.

	Occupying the other two desks were a pair of twin brothers from the RSA's neighbor to the west, the Shawnee Empire. Daniel and Samuel Iron Bear were both captains and excelled at extrapolating small pieces of information and adding their own theories to fill in the gaps and produce often-accurate results when guessing the adversaries' intentions.

	The ability to do this meant they had to often think out of the box. But in the Iron Bears' case, they spent virtually all of their time kilometers away from the box. Simon and Pamela doubted if they even knew of any box in the first place as they were also irrepressible smart-asses. 

	The brothers also had the habit of weaving their sentences together, each taking turns in the course of a single statement. It added to the comic persona of both. Inherent pranksters, they also found a convenient target for their efforts in poor Anwar, who seemed incapable of taking offense at anything. 

	With the overnight reports reviewed and discussed, the five them of them briefly turned to unofficial matters for a few minutes before each had to leave for various other appointments and meetings. The brief departures from official things helped keep their minds fresh for the next problem they had to address.

	"So why did you pay so much for a book, Pamela?" Anwar was asking. "After all, e-view texts are much more of practical and less expensive."

	"Because it is Tennyson," Pamela explained. "And poetry is best read in the form it was written - on printed paper. A matter of aesthetics, perhaps, but poetry should be read with aesthetics observed or else it becomes just simple rhymes."

	"Ah," Anwar replied, his head bobbing in understanding. "I must remember that when reading the poetry of English."

	"Oh yes," Daniel said as he leaned back in his swivel chair. "I'm a stickler when it comes to following the rules of poetry appreciation."

	"And I, too, appreciate poetry appreciation," Samuel added.

	"I doubt either of you could even recite a poem," Pamela challenged.

	Daniel cleared his throat and sat upright. 

	"Arty Farty had a Party," he began.

	"And everyone was there," Samuel joined.

	"Tooty Fruity laid a beauty."

	"And they all went out for air."

	Simon couldn't stop his chuckle. 

	"I haven't heard that one since I was something like ten years old."

	"That stands to reason," Pamela said dryly. "Since these two have the combined maturity of a ten year-old."

	"Bah!" Samuel retorted. "You should have more respect for Shakespeare."

	"That was of Shakespeare?" Anwar asked.

	"Yup," Said Daniel. "King Lear."

	Anwar thought for a moment and then shook his head.

	"I do not remember such characters of Arty Farty and Tooty Fruity from that play."

	"Arty Farty were Gloucester's first and middle names," Samuel explained. 

	"And Tooty Fruity was the Venetian tarantula monger in Act Six.," Daniel went on.

	"There was no Act Six in King Lear," Pamela said smugly. "Busted."

	"Yes," Anwar nodded. "I do believe she is right about the Act Six of King Lear."

	"Well yeah," Daniel said. "If you're talking about the dumbed-down edited version. But the true connoisseurs of Shakespeare read the original six-act version."

	"And the perverted connoisseurs of Shakespeare read the more recent sex-act version," Samuel pointed out.

	As usual when conversing with the brothers, Anwar was totally confused.

	"But I have not heard ever of an Act Six."

	"Oh, you've got to read Six," Samuel said. "It really defines the entire play. If you only read the first five acts, you'd think King Lear was supposed to be a tragedy."

	"However, it's hard to find the complete six-act text nowadays," Daniel conceded. "But we'll bring you a copy of Act Six tomorrow."

	"Oh, I thank you of so much," Anwar enthused as he rose from his desk to attend another meeting. "I look forward to it."

	
After Anwar left, Pamela looked at the two brothers. 

	"How could you?" she scolded. "And especially after what you did to him last week!"

	"What did we do to him last week?" Daniel asked his brother. "We've done so many things that I've lost track."

	"The nano-spies."

	"Ah yes."

	They had managed to convince Anwar that SGR agents had planted thousands of microscopic devices containing espionage programs in the grand ballroom of the hotel being used by Allied Command as their headquarters. The plan was to spy on a formal reception attended by high ranking military officials and other dignitaries.

	When it was all said and done, Anwar arrived in the middle of the reception holding a foil-covered umbrella over his head and carrying a "nano-detector" constructed by the brothers whose only true purpose was to emit random rude noises.

	"But we were just doing him a favor," Daniel said.

	"Really?" Pamela replied archly.

	"Sure. Before then, none of the high brass even knew Anwar existed."

	"And now everyone knows him," Samuel summarized with a pleased expression.

	After the brothers left to drive some unsuspecting colonel insane, Simon and Pamela worked in silence. Finally, the British major spoke up.

	"How are things with your girl?"

	Simon looked up. Pamela was always curious about the young girls some of her colleagues were keeping company with.

	"Mari's doing fine, though I'm trying to get her interested in some home study programs with mixed results so far. Then we got a surprise this morning. One of her little friends showed up at our door, desperate for a place to stay."

	"How little?"

	"Seven."

	That seemed to sharpen Pamela's interest.

	"She's frightened, though," Simon went on. "She had been working at a sex club and Mari had hinted that things there were getting twisted. I told both girls to stay at the apartment until I can get something sorted out about the club owner. Perhaps he's on your radar."

	"Do you have a name?"

	"Hans Richter."

	Pamela winced at the name.

	"He's a bad one with a capital 'B'. Runs a ton of Stalk in the Wahring district and is part of a consortium of clubs owners and pimps getting little girls hooked on the stuff. Word is that they'll then move them into some really nasty stuff - hurt-core, animals, cyborg mods, and possibly snuff. I needn't tell you the horrors we've seen trying get the addicts dry. Is this other girl, Mari's friend, hooked?"

	"I don't think so. At least her nails are clean. Mari was worried about another girl they knew, an older one, who's hooked and was trying to get Bunny on Stalk as well. That probably had a lot to do with the kid running away."

	"Bunny?"

	"That's her nickname, I think."

	"Anyway, the rumor is that his type of clubs are no longer for free agents - you work there now and they own you. And with Stalk, they don't need to chain the girls or anything like that because they're not about to leave their supplier. What's worse is that the drug gets them doubly addicted psychologically - to the drug itself and to the enhanced orgasms it produces. Simon, I tell you it's like we've discovered a whole new battle front just as the war is coming to a close."

	"Is Int-Sec keeping it away from our troops?"

	"Yes. They were on top of it pretty quickly, but there'll always be some fools who are determined to poison themselves. Look, the only good news is that Hans has bigger business on his hands to worry about some little runaway. He won't waste too much time and resources trying to track her down. Your estimate of maybe a week, tops, is pretty safe. But I'll take a closer look at him, just to see if there's an unofficial way to let him now your Bunny is off-limits."

	"Thanks, Pamela, you're a gem. If I come across a hard copy book of poetry, it's yours."

	"Oh my, you're welcome," Pamela replied with a broad grin before it was replaced by a troubled look. "Just make sure it wasn't written by the Iron Bear brothers."

	As Simon sat down at the apartment's kitchen table that night, Bunny placed three flat packages of military-issue Self-Preparing Meals, or SPR's, in front of him. The dinners were fairly good and were especially popular with local civilians for whom food was scarce. Simon kept the apartment well-stocked with what the locals nicknamed "supers". 

	"These are your choices for dinner tonight," Bunny said solemnly.

	"Just these three? There are more than twenty types to choose from."

	"Yes but these are what you can have tonight."

	Simon looked at the choices - ham, string beans, and macaroni & cheese; fish sticks, broccoli, and macaroni & cheese; and pork chops, carrots & peas, and macaroni & cheese.

	"I see a commonality here," Simon observed. "But I'm not sure of the purpose."

	"Bunny will want your mac & cheese," Mari said. "She had it with the ham meal at lunch and now can't get enough of it."

	"I really like it!" Bunny added with a sweet smile. 

	"Fish sticks, I guess," Simon announced, although he had been in the mood for pot roast. "But I'm not very hungry and may need some help with it."

	Bunny hopped with pleasure as he activated the heat tabs to cook the meal in its container. Dinner was pleasurable, with Bunny chattering excitedly about so many things except when she had a mouthful of macaroni and cheese from her dinner or purloined from Simon or Mari's. 

	Bedtime was a little more awkward as all three considered the single bed in the apartment.

	"You can do whatever you want to me, Major Simon Adams," Bunny said gravely.

	"No, Bunny, you're not in that situation anymore," Simon answered. 

	But he also felt awkward about having sex with Mari while Bunny lay next to them. And he could tell that Mari was unsure also.

	"We'll just all sleep together - and nothing else but sleep - while Bunny is our guest."

	Simon undressed to his shorts while Mari and Bunny, who hadn't needed pajamas for months, simply slipped under the covers in the nude. Mari cuddled next to Simon while Bunny did the same to her.

	"Major Simon Adams?" Bunny called out in the dark.

	"Yes?"

	"When you find a man to take care of me, he needs to be funny and make me laugh."

	Simon was stunned. He hadn't thought about being a matchmaker and wondered if this was something Bunny had thought of or a plan hatched by both girls. Mari was staying silent.

	"Uh, yeah," he said. "I'll see what I can do."

	Two days later, Simon, Pamela, and the Iron Bears were busy in the office when Anwar came in gripping the waist of his pants. He was the type who seemed to attract all kinds of minor misfortune, be it karmic or Iron Bear-induced. 

	"I was at the gym during lunch and when I came back to my locker to change, my belt buckle must have fallen off," he explained.

	Pamela shot a poisonous look at the brothers, but Samuel was on the phone and Daniel was still engrossed in a report on his computer. As they normally would have been grinning when a victim of their puerile humor came in, Pamela reluctantly judged them innocent. 

	Anwar settled behind his desk and checked his messages. When Samuel was off the phone, Anwar thanked him and Daniel for the extra King Lear material.

	"It was full of dynamic plot twists," Anwar gushed. "Although I am not sure of the nature of the beauty that Monsignor Tutti-Frutti laid."

	"Just a detail," Daniel assured him. "Still, even with the Sixth Act, I think King Lear ranks just below Romeo and Juliet II."

	Unmindful of Pamela as she sank her face in her hands, Anwar looked puzzled.

	"How can there be a sequel when they were both dead at the end of the play?"

	"Ah, that's what Shakespeare wanted the audience to think," Samuel pointed out.

	"Give us some time," Daniel added. "We'll get you Part II as it's kind of hard to find on the Net."

	"Please," Pamela interjected. "For the love of God, could we have a change of subject before I go mad?"

	"What's up? Simon asked.

	"Hans Richter is up," she replied. "And up to no good." 

	"He is one of the Stalk lords, yes?' Anwar asked.

	"Yes, and first of all, Simon, that little girl you took in is safe. He's put word out that no one had better let her work in their club - whether they're legitimate or not. Essentially, he's saying if she ever shows up needing a place to stay, she'll have to come to him. I doubt she'll be returning to the club scene anyway - even the clean places, right, Simon?"

	"Definitely."

	"So he's not interested in any revenge unless she shows up on his doorstep - why waste the effort? The bigger problem is that he's going to stock some even younger girls he can break and train and get them hooked on Stalk. He's searching for little girls from any of the abandoned Daughters of Freya nurseries, where the littlest ones stayed until they were seven."

	"I'd have figured they were all repatriated back to the Regime," Daniel noted.

	But Pamela shook her head.

	"Anwar cracked some low-priority communiqus from Stockholm for me."

	"SGR Headquarters is not looking to get any of the children from either youth cadre - Daughters of Freya or Sons of Thor - that were left behind in the lands they're losing," Anwar said sadly. "In essence, they've been abandoned."

	"Mari and Bunny were nastily rejected when the SGR briefly recaptured Vienna," Simon added. "Maybe the Regime is questioning the purity of any the so-called future elites they left behind."

	"I think your two girls may be in the minority, though," Samuel said with the distant look in the eyes that both brothers got when they were brainstorming.

	"A lot of them - the older ones - will still be loyal to the Regime," Daniel pointed out.

	"You mean they could become sleeper cells," Simon stated.

	"Possibly, but not for the overt kind for things like terrorism," Daniel replied before Samuel picked up the thread.

	"Think of these kids in twenty-five or thirty years. They'll be prominent, successful citizens in countries like Austria and Hungary, which will be awarded non-aligned state status when the peace treaty is signed in a few weeks. The Regime will see to it that they are taken care of and groomed through underground sources. The next generation of political and business leaders will influence their countries to gradually move in alliance with the SGR. And it will all be done though apparently legitimate diplomacy."

	"All nice and ready for World War VIII," Daniel concluded.

	"Along with other players," Anwar surmised. "The SGR isn't too pleased with France or what's left of Spain, but I doubt the Dutch will be neutral next time and you know where they were sending money during this war."

	"Which of course means that the Pacific will be a major front if that's true," Simon sighed. "Hello Nieuw Landen."

	Along with the southern portion of South America, the Dutch had also settled a continent in the Pacific that the British had called Australia before Dutch firmly planted their flag there, renaming it New Land in their tongue. In retrospect, colonizing the place with convicts who were more than happy to stick it to the crown and side with the Dutchmen hadn't been one of the British Empire's more brilliant plans. If the Dutch became involved in the next world war, the Pacific would be ablaze again - but with more involvement from Western countries, unlike the recent war.

	"Not to intrude on future troubles, but Hans knows where there is a group of girls between the ages of three and six. The babies were easier to hide, apparently so these slightly older ones were discovered. He's made some kind of contact there and I'm working with the newly reorganized local police to head him off from these little ones."

	"Why not just whack the guy?" Samuel asked.

	"We just don't kill whomever we please, even if they deserve it," Pamela said icily. "How can one expect society to respect law and order if we skirt around it ourselves? I mean, what do the police in your country do?"

	"They were usually chasing us," Daniel said, shrugging.

	Pamela couldn't be sure if he was joking or not. She took her jacket and e-pad and left the room. Anwar soon followed for a different appointment, tucking his e-pad under one arm while using his hands to keep his pants up. Simon watched Daniel and Samuel but they seemed confused about Anwar's clothing issues.

	"So," Daniel started after Anwar left. "How's the new girl, Bunny? Does she hop in the sack?"

	"Actually, I'm looking for someone to take care of her as I'm a one-girl kind of guy. She wants someone who's funny."

	"Definitely hook her up with Anwar," Samuel recommended.

	"Yeah, he's easily the funniest guy I know," Daniel said.

	"She's pretty lively," Simon went on. "I was thinking it might take two guys to handle her."

	Bunny raced from room to room, exclaiming her excited approval of her new place. Daniel and Samuel had said they would do what they could to find a place in the same apartment building where Mari and Simon had their apartment. 

	Simon figured it would be along the lines of his small apartment, but the brothers had somehow secured a huge suite with fine furniture and other amenities just two floors up. How two army captains could acquire this on their pay and on short notice was something Simon preferred not to know. 

	"Do Shawnee supers have mac & cheese?" she asked.

	"Nope. But we got some civilian stuff from back home - the stuff people can buy in stores," Daniel explained.

	"Yeah, our cousin Eddie happened to find a few cases that fell off a delivery truck," Samuel told her. "True story."

	Bunny looked at the cabinets stuffed with the packages. Each one contained a large macaroni and cheese casserole. Screeching with joy, Bunny bounded into Daniel's arms. 

	"Are you up for some celebrating?" he asked the girl as he set her down.

	Bunny hopped into the bedroom shedding clothing as she went. 

	"My bottom stretches better than my kitty," Bunny explained to Samuel as she was positioned on the bed on her hands and knees. "It won't hurt if you're nice."

	Both brothers were endowed with slightly larger than usual cocks and they were very understanding. They also told Bunny in great detail the sorts of things her pussy could expect from their mouths and fingers until she was big enough to comfortably take their penises there. Bunny giggled and squeezed her thighs together as all of their graphic talk made her tingle in her sex. 

	Both Bunny's asshole and Samuel's prick were well oiled when he spread her buttocks apart; each pale cheek covered by his large, reddish brown hands. He pulled her ass to him as he slowly moved into her, making the seven year-old's anus carefully expand and grip his shaft as he went in. 

	Her hot, oiled interior was soft and caressed his cock. Bunny's breathing grew heavier as she was penetrated but she wriggled her body to encourage Sam as he continued to fill her. She had taken most of him before she softly asked him to stop.

	Then she opened her mouth, swallowing Daniel's prick until her throat was full. Now doubly penetrated by two dark, hard cocks, the little blonde was ready for action.

	"This is kind of romantic," Daniel mused. "But it would be better with music to enhance the mood."

	"Bunny?" Samuel asked. "Could you sing us a song?"

	"Mmmmm! Mmmmm!"

	"Oh, that's a classic."

	They moved in and out of their young sex partner together. Bunny relaxed as they slowly increased the pace, enjoying the carnal intimacy of men inside her tight little body. Daniel held her head, stroking her silky golden hair while from behind Samuel's long fingers were playing at Bunny's bald cunny.

	The arousal in her loins grew as the men thrust faster into her. She took quick breaths every time that Daniel withdrew from her throat, eager to get back to having his meat slide over her tongue again. The sliding of hard flesh in and out of the little girl sounded wet and lewd. Bunny could feel even more liquid as juices flowed from her twat. 

	She groaned as the feelings in her pussy intensified, the vibrations inducing Daniel's ejaculation. He pulled out as he came, sending some of his stuff in her mouth while plastering the rest on her face and its waving tongue. 

	Samuel bore into the child's rectum, feeling her oily innards as they wrapped him in their warm, slick surfaces. Bunny jerked as she came, making her rear end convulse. Samuel responded by sending jets of his seed into her ass. 

	Afterward, Bunny snuggled between her two new lovers, happy and secure. Samuel reached for something on the night stand and gave it to the girl who cooed happily.

	"I understand you like to collect military stuff, he said. 

	"Uh huh," she said as she traced her finger over the design on the gold-hued, metallic surface. "I know it's Egyptian 'cause it looks like some of their pictures. But what is it?"

	"It's a belt buckle," Daniel explained. "It once belonged to an Intelligence major in the Egyptian Army."

	Daniel was on duty for the night, a week into their new living arrangement with Bunny.
So Samuel had her on his lap while she ate her macaroni and cheese at the table. She was naked after a fun afternoon and Samuel took advantage of this to make her dining more of a challenge.

	Bunny nearly had the fork to her mouth when Samuel jerked his hand. A piece of macaroni fell onto her chest, leaving a smear of cheese. She ate the rest from the fork before picking up the errant piece of pasta from her leg and plopping it in her mouth.

	"I've got cheese spots all over me," she scolded him.

	"I told you you'd turn into macaroni and cheese if you ate too much of the stuff," Samuel teased. 

	Bunny lay back against his chest, looking at the large finger planted knuckle deep between the hairless bulges of her cunny lips. The finger curled a little inside, making the child moan and press her milky thighs together around the Shawnee's hand. Then she relaxed, letting Samuel give her a few short thrusts with his finger. The motion produced sharp squelching noises as the kiddy cunt had become a sopping mess. 

	Closing her eyes, Bunny rolled her tiny hips, adding to the copulation's force. She didn't miss the pain of a large cocking forcing its way into her tight little quim but looked forward to being just a little bigger so she could take her lovers' cocks there without discomfort. That would heavenly.

	Heaven arrived here, too. Bunny let out a loud breath as she came, clamping her cunny on Samuel's finger and twisting her body to pull every last bit of pleasure from her cum. 

	Pushing the dinner tray aside, Samuel lifted Bunny and put the girl face-up on the table.

	"Dinner time," he said and began sucking the yellow-orange splatters of cheese sauce from Bunny's soft little body. 

	Bunny giggled as her skin was cleaned by the man's lips and tongue. She was sure he was even attacking places that had no cheese but she didn't mind. There had been some cheese on each of her non-existent breasts and Samuel had made sure they sauce-free, even sucking her nipples too make sure there was none inside. There was one glob on her pubis and she wasn't surprised he had saved that for last. 

	He gnawed on the fat little mound between Bunny's gorgeous thighs, feeling the smooth skin of her limbs press against his face as he slurped her sweet young nectar. Then his tongue was doing what his finger had just done, plunging into the seven year-old's tiny snatch while his teeth nipped at the pink nub of her clitty. Bunny wriggled and squealed as another climax hit her.

	She lay there for a minute, panting while she heard him doing something with the food tray. When he picked her up from the table and set her standing in front of him, Bunny saw that he had streaks of cheese running along his erection.

	"What do you think of my war paint?" he asked. 

	Responding with a sly grin, Bunny stepped forward and cleaned him off, her wet little tongue darting in some placing and sliding along more slowly in others. When all was done but his head, she covered it with her mouth, looking up at him while her tongue worked furiously over his glans. 

	With the cheese gone, she bobbed her head up and down, taking as much cock as her mouth would allow as she wasn't at the right angle to take him in her throat. Samuel had to admit that the youngster could still gobble a fair amount of meat anyway. Bunny's lips rubbed him perfectly as they pressed hard against him and her tongue never stopped moving.  When he expressed his appreciation by cumming in her mouth, Bunny happily drank all of his seed.

	"Oh! I gotta show you what I made!" Bunny announced, rushing from the room. 

	Samuel was amazed how quickly the little girl could leap from a fantastic round of sex onto something completely different. Bunny returned with a large sheet of paper with rows of numbers, letters, and little pictures of dogs, cats, bunnies (of course), and some things he couldn't identify.

	"Do you like it?" she asked. "It's my code."

	"It looks very nice, what does it say?"

	"Huh?"

	"Your code - what does it say?"

	"Why does it have to say something?"

	"Because codes are used to disguise a message."

	"Oh," Bunny murmured, looking down at her colorful creation in disappointment.

	"But it looks very pretty."

	"Oh good," Bunny said, perking up again. Then her grin grew broader. "If someone tried to read my code, they'd go crazy 'cause it doesn't say anything!"

	Bunny doubled over in laughter, appreciating her code even more. When she stood straight again, she saw Samuel looking at her in deep thought. Then he held out his hand.

	"Could I borrow this?" he asked. "I'm going to take it to the office tomorrow and give it to my good buddy, Anwar."





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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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