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story_codes: Fg(11)/ggg+(3-6), cons

story_intro: With the war drawing to a close, a group of abandoned little girls becomes the target for gangsters in the sex trade. A British major finds them and discovers that sleepless nights aren't always a bad thing.

story_language: English






World War VII: Spoils of War

Written by madvlad


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


	Life had been different since all of the loud things happened. For most of her five years of life, Angela had only known the safety and security of the nursery where she had lived, knowing that the Regime provided everything and that when she turned seven she would have the honor of serving the Regime as part of the Daughters of Freya. She didn't know what all that meant, but the teachers and other caretakers had seemed quite pleased about this.

	Then the loudness came - explosions that shook the ground and the yelling and the smoke. The babies two and under had been taken from the nursery to 'Somewhere Safe'. Angela would have liked to gone to 'Somewhere Safe', too, but there had only been so much room in the flying things that came for the youngest ones. So Angela and other girls had to be like big kids and march (very quietly) from place to place under the cover of darkness.

	Part of it was like an adventure and being outside well past their bedtime had been very exciting for Angela and the others, even if it was also a little scary sometimes. Finally, they reached a place where they would stay a while. It wasn't as nice as the nursery, but at least all of the loud things were quiet.

	One day, a man named Hans showed up and gave the woman in charge of the girls a small plastic card that was worth a lot of money. Angela knew about piles of gold from the stories she had been told about princesses and stuff and she wondered how such a thin little card could hold much gold. It must have been one of those all-important 'Things She Would Know When She Was Older'. There certainly were a lot of those things. Sometimes Angela wondered how old she'd be when she knew them.

	Other men came with Hans, looking at the collection of little girls with something in their eyes that made Angela and the others uneasy. They showed pictures and videos of little girls with men and animals and strange machines. Most of the girls in the picture looked very frightened and even in pain. Some of Angela's friends burst into tears when they were told which specific things they had been selected for.

	Then some older girls showed up. They also worked for Hans and began to teach the younger girls ways to feel good. This involved taking off their panties and being touched and kissed where they peed. These older girls took little green pills called Stalk (Angela thought that was a funny name) which they said the younger girls would get later on. The pills made everything feel better, the big girls said, even the stuff that hurt. Angela wasn't too sure about that.

	One of the big girls took a special liking to Angela. The girl was very old - eleven. That seemed like a very distant age to Angela. This older girl's name was Gerda. Like the other big girls, her fingernails were a funny-looking yellow, but some instinct told Angela not to mention it. 

	Gerda seemed especially attracted to Angela because she wore her blonde hair in pigtails. The way Gerda spoke sometimes made Angela wonder if Gerda thought that Angela was someone else. But Angela didn't want to upset Gerda because the older girl seemed sick. The skin under eyes was dark and she sweated a lot. 

	"Come with me," Gerda said the second night. 

	Angela followed her to a small room dimly lit by a single red emergency lamp and stood still while Gerda undressed her. Clutching Angela's face in her hands, Gerda kissed her, fiercely licking inside the younger girl's mouth while her fever-hot fingers played at the five year-old's pudgy twat. Angela felt the tightening and moistness in her cunny that had preceded earlier orgasms. But Gerda was more aggressive this time spearing a finger into Angela's hairless pussy.

	Angela cried when Gerda's finger sank into her, making something hurt a lot inside. Her crying increased when she saw the trickle of blood leak from her tiny snatch, not understanding what it meant to be deflowered.

	Gerda stopped and looked at the blood in puzzlement. 

	"That's can't be," she muttered. "Not after what the Grendels did to you - did to all of us - when they attacked the base. And all the stuff later."

	Angela had never been to any base and didn't know what a Grendel was. She was still whimpering as Gerda caressed her pussy more tenderly, easing the pain and bringing back the delicious little feelings again. Gerda opened her blouse, displaying her braless young breasts and pulled Angela's head to one.

	"Suck it like you do on stage - you were always the best. Maybe 'cause you never tried to bite me and your little mouth is sooo cute. Ah, that's it, baby."

	Angela was unnerved as Gerda seemed to drift in and out of reality. She didn't understand it, but she pursed her lips around the small pink nubbin and pulled at it. The flesh stiffened and grew slightly in her mouth.

	"I didn't mean to hurt you," Gerda went on as the little girl nursed at her preteen tit. "You would have liked it better if you had taken some Stalk."

	Gerda froze; a brief bolt of clarity shining in her red-rimmed eyes as she pushed Angela away and stared hard at the girl who somehow seemed familiar but somehow didn't. 

	"But it doesn't work any more. It doesn't make me feel anything. Why doesn't it work? Why.....?"

	Gerda shivered and then took Angela's buttocks in her hands as she bent her head lower.

	"But I'll make you feel good, I promise."

	And the eleven year-old lapped at Angela's cunny, coating the bald mound with her saliva and digging her tongue into the kindergartener's tight slit, stroking the gooey little channel and tasting the tot's secretions. Clearly enjoying the flavor, Gerda pressed her face harder against Angela's crotch, greedily mining every drop of dew from the tiny cuntlet while inducing more to flow. 

	Angela's knees buckled as her orgasm hit. Gerda guided her to the floor, devouring the child's cunt all the way until Angela was spent. Gerda smiled warmly when she was done, her lips glimmering with Angela's pussy juice. 

	"I wish we had done it this way at Hans' club all the time," Gerda told the confused girl. "I'm sorry I hurt you the last time on stage."

	Angela didn't know about any club or being on stage. She was about to ask when the nearby pounding and yelling began. The voices were heavy - clearly men. Gerda jerked her head up, swiveling back and forth in a panic.

	"Hans' men!" she hissed as the door to the room opened. "I won't let them hurt you."

	Gerda threw herself at the large, shadowy figure in the doorway, screaming like a banshee. The man stepped back in surprise and tried to restrain the girl, but Gerda was completely unhinged, clawing at the clear face shield of the man's helmet. Finally, the man pushed her back. When Gerda charged him again, he removed a baton from his belt and tapped her with it.

	Angela squinted as bright blue lightning shot from the baton to Gerda. She charged again and the man repeated his action. On the third time, Gerda finally fell to the floor, rolling to her side where she could see Angela still naked on the floor.

	"I'm sorry, Bunny," she croaked. 'I'm sorry about ever..."

	Gerda's voice faded as her eyes stared sightlessly ahead.

	Angela whimpered as two more big men joined the first, who was kneeling over Gerda and touching her gently. One of the other men knelt in front of Angela. She could see he was wearing a uniform that the new soldiers in the city wore. Hans' scary men didn't wear uniforms.

	"It's alright, Little Miss," the soldier said in a soothing voice with that funny accent all the new soldiers had. 

	He peeled off his jacket, wrapping Angela in it before carrying her from the room. Angela tried to see what was happening to Gerda, but could not. When they reached some other room, the man placed Angela in a big chair and told her everything would be alright. 

	
Major Pamela Sinclair of the British Army looked at the thin figure of the girl as she was placed on a stretcher and wheeled away. Her lips tightened and she shook her head.

	"It took three hits from the stunner to put her down," an ashen-faced corporal told her. "Christ, I've dropped twenty-stone men with one hit. She must have had it bad with the Stalk in her system."

	Pamela eyed the man's unit insignia and campaign markers on his battle gear and knew he was no stranger to the brutality of combat, unlike some of the fresh faces sent from basic training to the occupied lands. Still, he was having difficulty coming to grips with his encounter with a drug-ravaged preteen.

	"Nothing to be done about it, Corporal," she said. "Except to stop this shit right here and now."

	The soldier nodded and Pamela left the room in search of the younger girl who had been here. A police detective before the war, Pamela was now in British Intelligence. With the Scando-Germanic Regime thrown back from Hungary and Austria, defensive lines had been drawn just north of the old Austrian border. The Munich Line would likely establish the permanent border once the peace treaty between the SGR and the British Alliance was finalized. 

	Lord only knew what Tsar Boris would demand as victory tribute for Russia, but Pamela could have cared less what Britain's late-to-the-party, so-called ally wanted. Of the SGR's allies, France would more or less be the same in land mass as they rebuilt their war-bludgeoned country. Spain would be smaller as Portugal was once again a free and separate country. Further diminishing Spain's real estate was the newly-formed Third Basque Republic. 

	Africa had stayed fairly quiet during the seventh world war, allowing Egypt to focus on joining forces with Britain, the Royal States of America, and the Shawnee Empire. Thailand seemed to be the new superpower in the Pacific and was already establishing mutually-profitable trade agreements with Britain's Philippine Islands colonies. 

	But for now, Pamela's focus was on clamping on the resurgent organized crime rings in Austria. Although she had no illusions about eliminating them completely, they were creating serious problems, particularly with Stalk, the addictive drug that turned most physical stimulus into sexual reactions. Like many other drugs, Stalk required use in larger doses as the addicts' synaptic pathways burned out, eventually turning them into vegetables. The girl who had been taken out was still alive, but Pamela didn't have high hopes for her prognosis in becoming a viable, thinking person again.

	Entering the room where the little girl with blonde pigtails was, Pamela softly closed the door and approached the child. The tyke looked even smaller with a soldier's jacket draped around her figure. Now, the jacket had opened in the front, revealing her nakedness. But the girl was unconcerned by this, focusing instead on the fingers busy on and in her chubby mons. Pamela could tell by the squishy sounds that the girl was enjoying herself as she knelt down in front of the girl. The child looked up and smiled.

	"Hello, I'm Angela!"

	"Hello, Angela. My name is Pamela."

	"That rhymes!" 

	"Yes, how lovely. Angela, can you tell me about the girl you were with?"

	Angela's slick fingers paused as a trace of a frown crossed her face.

	"Her name is Gerda. She was sick and her medicine didn't work."

	"Did she ever mention anything about a man named Hans Richter?"

	"A scary bad man named Hans sent some men who were scary, too. The girls were nicer 'cause they taught us how to play games with our wee-wees. Gerda thought the soldiers were Hans's bad men coming to take us a way. That's why she was mean to the soldier. Do you know what?"

	"What?"

	"She called me Bunny before she went to sleep."

	Gerda. Bunny. These were two familiar names to Pamela. But that would wait for later as she was busy tracking leads while they were warm. She patted Angela's knee and thanked her.

	"This is fun," Angela said as she resumed masturbating. "Do you want to play with me?"

	The child looked at Pamela with innocent blue eyes and the woman swallowed hard. This little girl was right in her favorite age range - the entire group was. Pamela would have liked nothing better than to dive face-first between Angela's little legs, eating her bald, sugary cunt until the girl passed out from too many orgasms. Pedophilia was no longer taboo as it had been up until a century or so before - as long as everything was consensual - so Pamela would not be at risk of anything. But duty called.

	"Some other time, love. Alright?"

	"They're trying a new treatment with Gerda," Pamela said the next morning in the office she shared with four other intelligence officers. "She'll be in stasis while they try to regenerate her synapses. Of course, no one will know how she does until she's awakened."

	"She sounds like Mari's friend," Major Simon Adams mused. "But I don't want to tell Mari until we know for sure what Gerda's state will be."

	Simon was from the Royal States of America and had an off-base apartment with a nine year-old who had been working the streets. Mari, Gerda, and a lively seven year-old nicknamed Bunny (none of the adults knew her real name) had been together in the same troop of the Daughters of Freya, one of the SGR's paramilitary youth cadres for Regime's future cream of society. Their base had been overrun by Russians and the girls had endured weeks of unspeakable abuse until the SGR counter-attacked and drove the Russians from Vienna. 

	The girls had been left behind and were then turned away by SGR forces who wanted nothing to do with the former sex slaves of tsarist forces. When the Allies drove the SGR back, the trio, like many other abandoned children, had turned to prostitution and sex clubs in order to feed themselves. Mari had chosen the streets while Gerda and Bunny worked in a club owned by the gangster Hans Richter. While Mari and Bunny had avoided the siren call of Stalk, Gerda had become hopelessly hooked.

	After Bunny ran away from Hans, she had been taken in by Daniel and Samuel Iron Bear, twin brothers from the Shawnee Empire, on Simon's recommendation. The two captains were brilliant thinkers but also unapologetic pranksters. Their quirky humor was an excellent fit for Bunny, who kept the two men busy with her boundless energy. 

	Simon suspected that Pamela had an attraction for girls Bunny's age or even younger, which didn't bother him at all. He wondered at the odds that at least four of the five officers in his office shared the same desire for young girls. He had no idea if the fifth member of the group, Major Anwar El-Hagrib of the Imperial Egyptian Army seemed too busy with his nose buried in codes to even think about sex. 

	Anwar's sole passion outside of cryptology was English literature, although his own English was occasionally mangled in words and awkward phrases. The Iron Bear brothers had delighted in convincing the brilliant but gullible Anwar that there were little known lost or second draft versions of many of Shakespeare's works. They would occasionally provide him a text they had created featuring bawdy or downright pornographic versions of The Bard's work, if not entirely new and humorous filth under Shakespeare's name. 

	"I think we'll do the same with Bunny, Simon," Daniel said as Samuel nodded. "No sense in getting her worried until we know what's what with her friend."

	"Fair enough," Pamela said, relieved that the Iron Bears had been quite serious for a change throughout the entire conversation. "We've relocated the girls from the nursery to a safe place. In order to meet local contacts who would rather not be seen on our base, I'll be using a cafe in front of the new location. And I'll be spending several nights a week there in case you need me - best to try my cell if I don't answer in my base quarters."

	She saw brief, knowing looks cross Simon's, Samuel's, and Daniel's faces. They offered her small nods of approval at her new opportunities while staying with the little ones. Amazingly, Daniel and Samuel were still acting like adults.

	"Oh, by the way I finished the play you gave me," Anwar said to the brothers, changing the subject. "It must have created quite muchly of the scandalosity in Mr. Shakespeare's day."

	"Mega-scandalosity," Samuel replied, repeating Anwar's unintentionally created word.

	Pamela groaned silently. So much for maturity from the Iron Bears. If painful memory served correctly, the brothers had last given Anwar the script for A Midsummer Night's Orgy.

	"We've got another Shakespeare play for you," Daniel said as he withdrew a data card from his shirt pocket. 

	"This one seems fitting since we're so close to the German Provinces," Samuel added. "It's called Debbie Does Dresden."

	Pamela reached in a desk drawer for her aspirin. 

	That night, Pamela lay awake in her modest room in the nursery's new haven. There were three international aid workers, all women, caring for the girls along with two of the original female caretakers. The head matron and three others from the original regime had been tied to Hans Richter and some of his illegal schemes including the forced prostitution (and worse) of the twenty-six children and were now sitting in prison.

	Of the five other women, Pamela knew that three of them were attracted to little girls. The other two were content that the girls were safe from Hans and his minions. Although she had barely eaten, Pamela had thoroughly enjoyed dinner. She watched and listened as the girls playfully chattered and occasionally made small messes. There was nothing at all sexual in this, but Pamela found herself falling in love with each one of them.

	Knowing that sleep was nowhere close in coming, Pamela got up and slipped into the large room that served as a bedchamber for their young charges. She gazed at the first girls she came to, occasionally pulling a blanket back in place or handling a lock of silky blonde hair. Then she noticed a sound from one of the far corners.

	At first she thought a girl was moaning from a bad dream. But then she could tell there were two distinct voices. And the other sounds were not produced by anyone sleeping. Silently, she stole into the corner finding two of the older girls - each about six, sharing a bed. Pamela knew that some of Hans' girls had introduced many of the little ones to lesbian sex in an effort to string them along. These two had learned their lessons well. 

	With their nightgowns off, the pair was giving each other oral pleasure with one girl lying prone while the other was on her knees straddling the bottom girl's face. The top one was busy digging into the hairless little feast between her friend's thighs, and by the sounds of it, the meat was quite juicy. 

	The bottom girl was clutching the other girl's smooth ass cheeks, lifting herself repeatedly to get better access to the plump labia hanging above her like tempting fruit. Taking pillows from two empty beds, Pamela tucked them under the bottom girl's head and shoulders, propping her right up to the other's crotch.

	The bottom girl smiled gratefully and returned to her Sapphic pleasures. The top girl moaned into her friend's bubbling snatch, in turn grinding her cunny against the girl's probing tongue. The bottom girl rooted against the other six year-old's pussy, slurping and nibbling the soft mound. As the girls' moans rose in pitch, Pamela detected other movement nearby. 

	On another bed, a smaller girl was kneeling with her legs parted. Her nightgown was hiked up, giving Pamela a view of her smooth little thighs in the dim light of the room. Any chance of looking farther up the small limbs was blocked by one of the girl's hands which was rubbing at her crotch.

	The girl's blonde hair was nearly white and her crystal blue eyes were huge in her elfin face. Pamela caught her eye as she approached and wondered if the tyke wanted to join the two others. Instead the girl raised both arms up to Pamela, wanting to be picked up.
When Pamela did so, the girl wrapped her legs around her waist and pressed her face against the woman. With the decision made, Pamela carried the girl back to her room to the sensual melodies of the two little lesbians making love behind them.

	Once Pamela set her down on her bed, the girl lifted her arms again, looking up at the woman. Pamela easily pulled the nightgown from her, revealing the compact body wrapped in smooth milky skin. 

	"What's your name?" she asked the girl.

	"Leisl. I'm already four years old," she said, clearly proud to be at such a grand age already. "You're the nice lady who saved us from the bad men?"

	"Yes, I was one of many people there."

	Leisl's face clouded over for a moment.

	"They were bad men. They showed me a scary picture and said it was gonna be me. A little girl was stuck between two metal monsters. They were in her kitty and her bum and there were lots of ouchies."

	Pamela grimaced. From the sound of it, it looked like cyborg sex in which the unfortunate living partner was subjected to all kinds of perversions with machines that often left the person's body damaged. Sometimes it went further, with cybernetic implants added to the person's body to enhance the acts with the machines or with other, highly perverted partners. 

	She looked at Leisl's delicate little body and tried not to imagine the horror that would have been done there. The men had likely chosen this girl since she already looked so pitifully frail and vulnerable.

	But Leisl had already moved on to better thoughts. Raising her nightgown, she showed Pamela her plump little mound. It looked so smooth and delicate and had a hint of moisture glimmering at the tight cleft. Leisl pointed there.

	"I did that myself!"

	"You made yourself wet? What a big girl you are! Did you want to join the two other girls you were watching?"

	"Maybe. But I wanted to play with you if I'm a big girl."

	"I'd love to play with you, Leisl."

	Leisl happily threw herself back on the bed, spreading her limbs in invitation. She didn't know a lot about these kinds of games, but thought that a grown-up would know how to play.

	Pamela leaned over Leisl and delicately kissed her and licking the girl's lips before easing her tongue into her mouth. Leisl mumbled something before surrendering her tongue to the woman. After thoroughly tasting Leisl's mouth, Pamela kissed her all over her face, tonguing her finely sculpted ears. Sucking the perfect skin of Leisl's neck, Pamela slowly worked her way over the small chest, sucking the tiny nipples before gnawing at her soft tummy. 

	Leisl's thighs were exquisite as Pamela feasted on the flesh there, finding the perfect blend of firmness and tenderness. The four year-old's pussy was all tender, though, the hairless mound nearly pliable enough to melt in the woman's mouth as it was sucked in. With some effort, Pamela slowed her oral work, taking her time to savor the light flavor of Leisl's sex. 

	As she was lovingly eaten, Leisl sighed heavily, spreading her legs father before bending them at the knees to lock her feet around the back of Pamela's head. Pamela wondered it the girl had seen that or was acting by instinct. Whatever Leisl's sexual experiences had been, they had been limited as evidenced by the elastic resistance of her maidenhead as Pamela's tongue met it.

	The woman toyed with the idea of taking the child's virginity, but decided against it. Perhaps one of Leisl's friends would do it. Pamela's mouth worked more quickly as she envisioned two tiny lovers busily exploring each other's undeveloped bodies, delighting in what they found. Maybe the other girl would use her fingers, with Leisl crying briefly as she was deflowered. Then her cries would soften from pain to desire as another little girl became the first to probe her tight virgin channel. Would they understand the significance of that first time, one girl exploring Leisl's most intimate place and Leisl taking her first lover? Then perhaps the girl would remove her finger and use her tongue, partaking of the honeyed offering of Leisl's fresh quim...

	The sudden constriction of Leisl's pussy around Pamela's tongue shook the woman from her reverie. A small surge of cunny nectar reached her and Leisl squeaked. The little girl's second noise was a long sigh as her first orgasm crested. 

	Pamela could tell her own sex was quite moist as she moved up and cuddled Leisl. The girl lay contentedly in her arm before she softly asked a question.

	"Can big girls do that with grown-ups?"

	"Absolutely, love."

	A delighted Leisl scrambled up on top of Pamela and clumsily tried to repeat the ministrations she had recently received. She was a little clumsy, but Pamela was incredibly aroused as she watched her four year-old sex mate shower her face and body with licks and kisses. 

	The little girl's lips and tongue moved everywhere in random fashion in and around Pamela's pussy. Pamela quickly dismissed the notion of giving the girl instructions, preferring instead to experience the joy of Leisl's innocent sexual play. It was this state of mind that eased her into a small but perfectly satisfying climax.

	Leisl was so very proud that she had played the grown-up game, allowing herself to be pulled up by Pamela's hands and snuggle against her once more. 

	They lay like that for a while before Pamela rolled Leisl onto her back for more sex. But the little girl was fast asleep. Cradling her in her arms, Pamela crept back into the girls' room and was about to place her in her bed when she saw the two six year-olds from before. 

	They were now sleeping too, their nude bodies pressed together but with their faces nearly touching instead of the previous sixty-nine that Pamela had witnessed. Pamela placed Leisl next to them and pulled a blanket over all three before returning to her room.

	Leisl had cum more loudly the next night, grinding her juicy cuntlet against her adult lover's mouth. Then it was Pamela's turn to be mouthed. Pamela closed her eyes, enjoying the soft lips and tongue of the four year-old as they roamed her mature body. On only the second night, Pamela thought the girl was getting better at it, particularly once she was busy in Pamela's crotch. 

	And the second mouth on her left nipple was...

	Pamela's eyes flew open as she raised her head, watching as a second girl nursed on her breast. More giggles preceded more girls climbing into bed, seven or eight in all, to join in the fun. Pamela knew that Gulliver had never had it this good in Lilliput - and even the Iron Bear brothers could have dreamed this version up (well, maybe they could). At least Pamela's quarters had a very large bed.

	Soon, they were busy from toes to tits, Pamela laughing with her young sex squad as their mouths slid all over her body. She grabbed one squealing tyke and planted the girl's pussy over her mouth. As Pamela's tongue speared into her bald twat, the child hummed happily, rocking on the woman's face for a long time until her eyes widened in shock as she was seized by an orgasm.

	The little girl crawled off, letting Pamela gaze at the golden-haired heads busy using their mouths. When one pigtailed girl looked up and grinned, Pamela recognized Angela and promptly slid her hand between the girl's legs. 

	"Now we can play?" Angela asked, receiving her answer as one of Pamela's digits penetrating her slippery little quim. 

	With no cherry to risk, Pamela moved a little more forcibly. Angela was a quick study and was moving her hips to hump the woman's finger. Pamela's finger was soon shiny with the child's slick juices. Grunting as she bobbed up and down, Angela closed her eyes while getting nicely fucked into a hard cum. 

	With Angela sated, Pamela turned her head to the other side to see the pair of six year-olds from the night before busily using their mouths on Leisl. The four year-old wriggled and squealed under them as she was sucked and licked to a climax. Apparently, that wasn't enough for the two girls who merely changed their positions and proceeded to slowly work their happy new sex toy to what would become another orgasm. 

	A small finger tapped Pamela's shoulder on the other side. A girl of now more than three was kneeling next to her on the bed. She was watching the action with wide eyed confusion while sucking her thumb. 

	"Try sucking this instead," Pamela told her as she guided the girl's head to one temporarily abandoned breast. 

	As the tot's mouth latched to her nipple with the instinct from infancy, Pamela swung her lower body onto her face. A fat little toddler pussy was in perfect position and Pamela munched on the precious treat. She manipulated the hairless labia with her lips began to prod at the tiny cleft, taking her time as the little girl learned new uses for her body parts. 

	"Mari was asking how your little girls are doing," Simon said several days later in the office. "Bunny is like a little sister to her and she enjoys that role. I think she'd like to have more of that."

	"You should bring her over some time," Pamela suggested.

	"That would be great on the nights I have to work duty here," he replied. "Mari gets lonely at night when I'm not there. But I imagine you're scarce on beds and I don't want to cause a problem."

	"Oh, it's no problem at all. Mari will find that many of the girls love to share their bed space."




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