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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, February 26, 2013

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Filename: younggir.txt
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story_codes: MMMM/ggg(8), first, anal, nc

story_intro: A trio of eight year old girls form their own detective agency. For their first case, they decide to investigate the mysterious comings and goings at a supposedly abandoned factory. But shortly into their investigation, they are confronted with some very hard evidence in a manner with which they are quite unacustomed.

story_language: English



Young Girls Detective Agency

Written by madvlad


	"YGDA?" Simone asked as she tossed her long blonde hair.

	"Young Girls Detective Agency," Allie answered. "But just using the letters will make it easy for flyers and maybe even business cards."

	"My Dad has blank business cards that I'm sure he'll let us use," Drew chimed in.

	"This is so cool! Everything is working out!" Simone gushed. "I'll start designing a sign."

	The three friends sat in a tree house that Allie's father had built for her older brother who was now in high school. As he didn't use it anymore, he graciously ceded the rights to it to Allie and her friends. They were all in the third grade and had become enamored with Nancy Drew, the girl detective. 

	Although all three were relatively bright girls, Allie was exceptionally intelligent and could have skipped a grade except that her parents wanted her to be with kids her own age. Her hair was as long as Simone's, although it was brown and wavy, closely matching the shade of her eyes. 

	Simone's blue eyes twinkled as she started scratching out a logo in a notebook. She was more artistically inclined and enjoyed doing this kind of work. She was also mostly responsible for the newer, girlish dcor of the tree house's interior.

	Drew had rolled her eyes as Simone had showed off her decorating talents inside the tree house, but she had done it behind her back so as not to hurt her friend's feelings. She was a tomboy who wore her blonde locks not quite to her collar. Allie and Simone were glad that she wanted to be part of the group (aside from her name relation to the aforementioned Nancy) in case any mean boys gave them trouble. An avid athlete, Drew had long ago established on the school playground that she was no one to be trifled with.

	Over the next week, preparations were made and cards were printed. The only thing missing was their first case and it was Allie who had an idea.

	"It's not like someone needs our help, but I've seen some lights at the old tire plant on Milton Road," she said. "My mom and dad said it's probably just people salvaging stuff from there. But I snuck out last night and rode my bike there and saw a bunch of trucks going through the gates and they were taking things into the building. Then later, they were taking stuff out."

	"What was all that stuff?" Simone asked.

	Allie looked a little embarrassed as she answered. "After I had gotten a little closer, I thought I heard footsteps behind me and took off on my bike." Allie laughed nervously. "I might have even been faster than you, Drew."

	"Cool," the tomboy said. "I mean, not that you might have gotten caught. So when do we go investigate?"

	"I was thinking of doing it this Saturday. There will probably be nobody in there."

	"I can do that," Simone said, tapping her feet with excitement.

	"I've got soccer in the morning," Drew said. "But I'll meet you here after. About ten-thirty."

	The soccer game ran long, going to overtime with Drew getting the assist on the game-winning goal. Then her parents had to run some errands before going home, so Drew waited impatiently, playing with her three year-old sister, Dalia, in the back seat to keep her mind off the warehouse.

	It was past noon when Drew finally arrived at the tree house, having hurriedly changed into a tank top and biker shorts. Although she never thought of her lean, immature body as anything sexy, Drew had more than once attracted the gaze of adults, both men and women, who admired how her firm rump filled the seat of her shorts and how the tight material accentuated her small cunny bulge in front.

	She was frustrated to find the tree house empty, put off by her friends abandoning her. Noticing a folded sheet of paper on the wooden crate that served as a table, Drew picked it up and found it was addressed to her. She unfolded it and read.

	"Dear Drew,

	It's already after eleven. Where are you? Allie and I are going to the warehouse. We'll park our bikes behind some bushes to the right of the gate. Join us if you can make it.

	Love,

	Simone"

	Drew blew out a noisy breath as she looked up at the ceiling. Why did Simone always have to sign her name with a bunch of hearts and stars around it? Drew's annoyance at having been left behind evaporated as there was no way that Allie and Simone would know when she was getting back. Clambering down from the tree, Drew mounted her bike and sped to the warehouse a mile away.

	She found Allie's and Simone's bikes stashed between some high bushes and the fence. Testing the padlock on gate, Drew was unable to get it loose. The fence was eight feet high and proved to be little challenge to the athletic girl. 

	Drew ran to the building, noticing the muddy tire tracks on the pavement near the loading dock. Creeping along the side, she tried several doors until she noticed one that was slightly ajar having been propped open with a broken brick. She slipped inside, turning her flashlight on. The floor was dusty and she could see several sets of shoe prints. But two pairs of smaller ones looked the freshest. This must be where her friends came in. 

	Happy to be on their trail, Drew hurried on ahead. She would feel better when they were all together and had a feeling they had found something exciting. As she turned a corner, she dropped her flashlight as a hard hand clamped over her mouth while another snaked across her belly and lifted her from the ground.

	Drew kicked and struggled as hard as she could, but her unknown captor didn't seem to have any problem carrying her along. As he took her down a stairwell to the building's basement, he shifted the grip of his lower hand, placing it between her legs and mauling her preteen cunt through the spandex of her shorts. This enraged Drew even more, but in the back of her mind, she began to understand that, as tough as she was, there was little she could do to stop this obscene handling of her body. But when the hand squeezed her even harder, she thrashed with her legs and squealed indignantly into the man's hand.

	"Don't worry, little girl. You'll soon get all you want there," the man laughed.

	The man pushed a door open with his foot, carrying Drew into a more brightly lit room. Drew blinked her eyes in the sudden illumination and saw a makeshift living area with old metal frame beds, coolers, and camping stoves. Three of the beds had been moved to one area and Drew's blood ran cold when she saw the outer two were occupied with her missing friends. She mentally shook her head to try to make sense of the horror she was seeing.

	Allie and Simone were each lying gagged and nude, their bodies spread-eagled by the ropes that led from their wrists and ankles to the frames of the bed. Their nakedness was bad enough, but something else had been done to them. The place between each girl's legs was soaked with blood and something else that looked whitish-yellow and sticky. The gooey stuff and the crimson stains were smeared over the smooth flawless skin of their inner thighs and had puddle beneath the oozing slits of their tender cunnies. 

	"Hey, I've got the last one!" the man called.

	"Good job, Bud," another voice sounded and several more men entered the room from another door.

	As Allie and Simone watched with tearful, frightened eyes, Bud and a man who the others had called Chuck stripped Drew's clothes from her. Their friend fought like a little wildcat, but the men only laughed as they bared her body and tied her down.

	"She's a spunky little cuss," said another man with a baseball cap what featured a T-Bone steak on the front.

	"That she is," agreed the last man, a huge swarthy beast with a nose bent from a long-ago brawl.

	"It's my turn for Cherry Duty," Chuck declared as the others nodded their assent. 

	He shucked off his pants and Drew's wide eyes followed the protruding cock that jutted forth like a weapon. Chuck scooped something from a jar and slathered it on his penis.
Drew was able to move her hips slightly from side to side and did it violently as Chuck got onto the bed and knelt between her legs.

	"Easy now, chickie-pie," he said as he caressed one of Drew's slim, firm thighs. "I know you're horny for some cock and that's what I'm here to give you."

	He slid his hand up her side, over her curve-less hip and over the lean surface of her chest and belly. After pausing to pinch at her nipples, Chuck bright his hand back down her body until he poked and stroked at her bald, plump vulva. He turned to the others.

	"Damn, this kid is nothing but a package of muscle. Except for her cunt, this feels like's gonna be juicy inside."

	The others laughed, but Drew didn't appreciate their humor. She looked over to Simone, who looked back in sorrow. Turning the other way, she saw that Allie was also watching, but looked a little dazed. Then a hard, greasy intrusion against her mons made Drew swing her head to look at Chuck. She shook her head and yelled into her gag, but Chuck was undistracted.

	"Almost there, cutey," he muttered as he squeezed against the child's virgin entrance. "Just about....Now!"

	Drew's vision blurred in a white hot flash as something tore between her legs. As her vision returned with white spots dancing in it, she was aware of a high-pitched thunder in her ears and the immense force burning and forcing her apart inside her cunny. The thing moved with brutal speed as it made her stretch in ways and in a place the little girl never imagined. Her throat was on fire and she was gasping for breath; it was only then that the rumbling in her ears ceased and she realized that she had been screaming.

	Chuck rutted happily in the vice-like chamber of the eight-year-old's virgin twat. She was as juicy as he had hoped and now her little fuck hole clamped and pulled at his cock as he turned little Drew into a woman. More than an hour earlier, Chuck had sunk his meat into the bleeding young snatches of the other kids after his buddies had busted them open. As if the money they were making with their warehouse set-up wasn't enough, they now had some succulent, preteen pussy to dip their wicks in.

	Bud watched Chuck pounding into the tied-up little blonde. She was still trying to move and get him out of her, but it was a fruitless effort. Still, it was fun to watch and Bud looked forward to his turn. The brown-haired girl, Allie, had struggled too when he pushed his cock into her previously untouched quim. The hairless mound had split apart around his shaft and Allie had screamed mightily as her innocence was torn away. But after a couple of hard thrusts, the girl had quieted down and lay still as he, then Bud, and finally T-Bone had their way with her while Augie, the man with the crooked nose, watched and jacked off with his massive tool.

	While Bud had been fucking Allie, T-Bone had busted his way into Simone. She was a real screamer, too, but Bud supposed that any eight year-old who was taking a hunk of man meat in her precious little pussy without her consent would scream bloody murder. And while she had lost much of her energy by the time T-Bone shot his wad into her deflowered body, she had the cute habit of wriggling her toes while he and Chuck sampled her tight, swampy little cum chute.

	A loud grunt from Chuck and a gag muffled sob from Drew signaled that the little girl had just received her first insemination. As Bud took his place, he could see the weeping fluids from the torn opening in the third-grader's hairless snatch promised him a nice wet ride. He plunged into the child's wounded sex, pinning Drew's ass to the bed as he began his assault.

	It was nearly an hour later as Drew shut her reddened eyes when the third man, T-Bone, soiled her unready womb with his seed. When he pulled out of her throbbing hole, she saw all four men leering at her and snarled through her gag, channeling her fear and pain into anger and straining against her bonds. 

	"Damn!" said Chuck. "I don't think she's ready to cooperate like the others are."

	"Then it's time for me to do some demolition work," Augie said slowly. "You know what to do."

	Bud and Chuck nodded to each other and untied Drew, who tied to lash out at them. They flipped her over onto her stomach. As T-Bone jammed a pillow beneath Drew's hips, he whispered in her ear, "You're in for a hell of a lesson now."

	As slowly as he spoke, Augie smeared Vaseline on his turgid prick. Addressing Allie and Simone, he pointed to Drew's upraised ass.

	"You two had better watch what happens to your friend and watch closely. If I see you closing your eyes or turning away, I'll have to teach you first-hand."

	Simone gulped and Allie sobbed as they saw Augie mount their helpless friend. Drew tried to resist his touches, but with the pillow pressing her waist up, her bonds were even tighter and she could little but scream.

	Augie whistled as he squeezed and caressed the taut, silky cheeks of the child's ass. Drew's athleticism had rendered her ass a firm piece of art that retained its round shape despite Augie's rough handling. Prying the eight year-old's globes apart, he aimed his cock at her tiny asshole and heaved with all of his tremendous weight.

	Despite her gag and having her face pressed into the mattress, Drew's screams still hurt everyone's ears. Her anus was unprepared for Augie's assault and it tore slightly as the man's mammoth dick ripped into her. It was odd to see a large man who moved and talked so slowly suddenly becoming animated as he jammed his prick into the little girl's ass, gaining another inch or two with each thrust.

	When Augie got in as far as he figured he could, he grunted with satisfaction at having punched most of his length into Drew's tight young virgin ass. Allie and Simone cried as they saw their dear friend, the toughest and strongest of the three, being so painfully sodomized. Drew's crying took on a siren beat, rising and falling with each movement of the cock invading her burning rectum. Her pert little rump was bruised as Augie's thumbs dug into them as her held her in his paws by her slim waist. 

	As with so many things, Augie took his time, enjoying the slithering feel of the third grader's ass guts as he raped her. Nearly an hour later, his searing jism further defiled her body and at last Drew lay limply.

	The girls were untied and Allie and Simone were told to sit next to Drew on her bed as Bud helped her sit up straight. 

	"What is YGDA?" asked Chuck as he read the small packet of business cards he had taken from Simone's pink shoulder purse.

	"Young Girls Detective Agency," Allie sobbed.

	"You're detectives? No shit? Well I'm impressed. How about you guys?"

	Bud and T-Bone nodded and readily agreed while Augie slowly bobbed his head once. Chuck turned back to the girls.

	"Now the smiley faces and rainbow on the card are a pretty touch, who came up with that?"

	"I did,' Simone said, timidly raising her hand.

	"Yeah, that looks cute. Now, who else knows you're here?"

	"No one," said Allie.

	"What about you, uh, Drew? Did you tell anyone you were coming out here?"

	"No," came the quiet reply. 

	The men looked at each other. They had already discussed this after Bud had seen Allie spying on them earlier in the week. When they couldn't catch her, they had tracked her down and kept the girls under watch. While it was tempting to keep them here as unwilling whores, a situation with kids would invariably bring the authorities in to search every inch of the area, including the warehouse. 

	"I gotta admit," Chuck said, scratching his chin. "That was good detective work, finding us here - even if you don't know what exactly we're doing. Do you want to know?"

	When all three girls vehemently shook their heads, he grinned back at his compatriots. They had a lucrative business, receiving stolen goods like high-end electronics and firearms at the warehouse. In their small machine shop, they would alter the serial numbers or create new serial plates in such a way that it was nearly impossible to find anything amiss without the aid of a microscope. Then their customers would return and collect their altered merchandise.

	"I'll tell you what," he continued. "Since we're all professionals here, we'll make you a deal. We let you go and in return, you don't tell anyone about us. You might be walking funny for a couple of days, but kids are always banging themselves up playing, right? And Drew, our soccer princess, may take a little longer but when you play rough, you get hurt a little more. Do we have a deal?"

	The frightened little girls nodded. Chuck added that Drew may need to swab herself with some ointment for a few days until her damaged rear entrance healed. Then they let the girls get dressed. 

	"One more thing," Chuck said when the trio was fully clothed once more. "Any good business needs insurance. We know where each of you live. And if you think you can tough it out with us again, think about your little sisters. Think about how they would cry and squirm and bleed once we managed to get our dicks into their tiny twats."

	All three girls went pale. Allie and Simone each had a four year-old sister. Drew closed her eyes and thought about Dalia, who had just turned three. Sweet, loving Dalia who always greeted her big sister and hero with her pudgy arms open wide. The idea of one of those monsters pushing his way in between her tiny legs and...

	Drew struggled to keep the bile down in her throat. Chuck had been watching her the closest and was satisfied that she knew the score. 

	Bud led the three out to the gate, which he unlocked and opened for them. They were grateful for this as they were in no mood to have to try to climb the fence with their cunnies still pulsing from the trauma of their rapes. They slowly walked their bikes home in silence.

	"Drew? It's Allie. Can you come over? I've already called Simone and I don't want to be alone. Something's in the tree house."

	It had been five days since their misadventure in the warehouse. Carefully mounting her bike, Drew pedaled to Allie's home, still sore down below but getting better each day. The stinging where her anus had torn hurt worst of all, but it seemed that those areas were getting smaller now. After all of the scrapes and cuts she had received in sports and hard playing, she knew all about healing.

	Simone and Allie were sitting by the crate when Drew got into the tree house. On the box was a thick yellow envelope marked "YGDA". Now that Drew was here, Allie opened it with trembling fingers. The girls exclaimed with surprise as perhaps a hundred or so twenty-dollar bills fell from the envelope. A note fell out with the money and Allie read it aloud.

	"Dear YDGA,

	Congratulations on solving your first case, The Mystery of the Preteen Cum Sponges. Please accept this money as a retainer for future services. Some of our competition may be watching us now and then. If you see any strange cars parked near the warehouse, note the make and model and the license plate. Don't forget the state and don't try to get too close to look at the people because they might not be as nice as we were. Leave the information under a red cinder block we've left where you had your bikes parked.

	And any time you'd like to meet with us in person, you know where to go.

	Hugs and Kisses - and Other Things,

	Your Friends at the Warehouse

	P.S. If you ever want to bring your baby sisters over for a good thigh-humping, please feel free."

	As one, the three friends turned and looked in the direction of the unseen warehouse, wondering what new adventures awaited them.



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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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