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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
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story_codes: M/g, anal, interracial, submission, piercing

story_intro: Eight year-old Grace is in a difficult situation with her father dead and her drug-addicted mother virtually a non-entity. That leaves her in the care of her mother's supposed boyfriend, Mitch, and his little group. Grace begins her journey of learning what it takes to be a very good and very obedient little girl.

story_language: English



Transforming Grace, part 1

Written by madvlad


	Eight year-old Grace was a good girl; the kind of girl who liked to please other people. She wore her shoulder-length, dark brown hair was parted on the side and had blue eyes that lit up when she answered questions correctly in class, which happened quite often.

	Two years ago, her upper middle class family life took a blow when her father was killed in an automobile accident. Her mother sought solace in alcohol, then with drugs. And there were new people that became her friends. Although they appeared outwardly respectable, they engaged in all kinds of depravity behind closed doors. These doors included the house where Grace and her mother lived.

	Several took up residence there, under the guise of being family members. There was plenty of room and having more family around would be wonderful for young Grace and her mother. And there was Mitch, who people in the neighborhood thought to be the mother's new boyfriend. He was such a kind, sympathetic man to all who met him - outside. But behind those closed doors, he was a dominant master who kept Grace's mother, among others, under his control with a combination of sex, drugs, and bondage.

	But Grace was a good girl; the kind of girl who liked to please other people. Mitch saw in her a very pliable personality who would submit to his will. She was uncomfortable with all of the debauchery she now lived within.

	"Grace," Mitch said one afternoon after she returned from school. "I sense that you're not completely happy here."

	"I...um," the little girl stammered. "It scares me a lot."

	"Oh, I see," Mitch remarked sagely as he slowly nodded. "This is your home and you shouldn't be frightened here. I think you just need to learn and understand how things work. I know you can do it because you are a very bright girl. I can't tell you how pleased we were with your last report card - straight A's again."

	Grace looked down and blushed. Mitch leaned forward and gently took her by the chin, raising her head.

	"Aha!" he said. I also see a little smile there, don't I?"

	Grace grinned sheepishly.

	"I guess."

	"You guess," Mitch chuckled good-naturedly. "Here's what we are going to do. How about if you go with Lawrence and Sharice, here? They will help you learn how to make yourself part of our group. You might find some of it scary at first, but if you stick with it, you'll find how it all works out in the end. And that would make your mother and me very happy. Okay?"

	Grace gulped and nodded. She turned to Lawrence and Sharice, a tall, well-built couple with ebony skin. When Lawrence extended his hand, Grace took it and allowed herself to be led to another room. Mitch sat and laughed to himself.

	Seated on Lawrence's naked lap, Grace was feeling very uncomfortable as Sharice removed her shoes and socks. Although she had seen naked adults around the house for the last six months, she had always kept well enough away. But when Lawrence shucked off his clothes and sat down, he had pulled the little girl onto his lap, pressing his dick against her ass through the layers of her skirt and panties.

	"The first thing we need to do is to get you primed," Lawrence informed her as he slipped one hand under the hem of Grace's skirt.

	The little girl was shocked as she felt the man's thick fingers fondling her pussy through her fingers.

	"Please don't. I'm not supposed to be touched there," Grace protested weakly.

	"Haven't you ever played with yourself?" Lawrence asked as he pushed the fabric of the child's underwear into her slit.

	"No. It's not nice."

	"It sure feels nice to me," he laughed. "Besides, Mitch wants me to teach you some things. And you want to do what you're told, right?"

	"Yes, sir," she said and resigned herself to the molestation.

	Grace took some consolation that Lawrence was touching her through her underwear and not directly. And he was doing it under her skirt so that no one could see. After a few minutes, she had to admit to herself that it didn't feel bad. But then she began to feel warm and kind of itchy and started to squirm on the man's lap.

	"I think she's getting into it," Sharice observed as she opened a small plastic case and began arranging the contents.

	Grace craned her neck to see inside the box, but the hinged lid blocked her view. A few beads of sweat appeared on her brow from the odd feelings she was getting between her legs. In a panic, she released she was getting wet down there and tried to close her legs. Lawrence smiles as he felt the youngster's smooth thighs clamp on his hand.

	"Oh, yeah. She's getting into it alright," he said smugly. "She's starting to get wet."

	"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to," Grace cried.

	"Maybe you didn't, but your little pussy has other ideas," Lawrence replied as he rubbed her slit a little harder.

	Now Grace's preteen sex was pouring fluids out of her slit, much to her embarrassment. Lawrence squeezed her tender young mound, making the nectar ooze all over it and soak into her panties. The three of them could hear the wet sloshing and gurgling noises as the eight year-old's virgin pussy responded to its first massage.

	Pulling out a pair of shears from the box, Sharice expertly sliced the front of Grace's skirt open and then did the same to her blouse. The little girl squirmed as she felt the air on her exposed skin.

	"Looking good, little girl," Sharice observed as she licked her lips.

	Lawrence looked over Grace's shoulder and onto her crotch. Grace followed suit as Lawrence pulled the front of her elastic waistband up, pressing the wet cotton panties against her dripping snatch. While Lawrence and Sharice hummed appreciatively, Grace blushed a she saw the perfect outline of her private flesh shown through the sopping fabric.

	Lawrence jerked the waistband forward, pulling the cloth away from Grace's cunt. Then he shoved his hand inside, blocking the view as his fingers contacted the bare surface of her hairless pussy. He resumed his fingering, making the moaning child's cunny become even more wet and overheated.

	"I don't think you need those on any more," Sharice said to Grace as she used the shears to cut away the sides of Grace's panties.

	When she was done, she yanked the cut skirt from the side. Then she pulled the front of the ruined panties, dragging the whole thing from Grace's body while Lawrence's fingers happily squished away on the eight year-old's previously untouched sex. Grace was starting to lose herself in the sensations in her little twat when her panties were pulled away. Her half-closed eyes snapped open as she felt something hard and hot press against her buttocks. She trembled as she realized that it was Lawrence's thing making such intimate contact.

	Lawrence felt it to and shifted the child's body so he could rub his shaft between her tight little ass cheeks. By now his cock was aching for some release, but he didn't want to waste his wad. Using his other arm, he lifted Grace's legs from under her knees. Now the drainage from her cuntlet rolled into her butt crack.

	Sliding his hand from the little girl's pussy, Lawrence took a well-lubricated finger and slid it into Grace's unprepared asshole. She opened her mouth to protest but could only warble in surprise at the huge wet digit fucked her rear end. By now, she knew she could nothing to stop it and gradually accepted that this was what she was supposed to do. Her late father had told her that it wasn't always easy to do the right thing and he was right. But Grace bit her lower lip and allowed her abuse to continue because everyone wanted her to be a good girl.

	Lawrence determined that this was as loose as he was going to get the girl with his finger. He lifted her body, keeping her legs pulled up to maximize the exposure of her rosebud entrance. He settled her onto his raging cock head and the little girl squealed despite her desire to cooperate.

	"But this is dirty!"

	"Sure is," Lawrence agreed and he pushed her down onto his cock.

	Grace wailed as she felt the pressure against her clamped asshole. Sharice intervened and calmed the girl down.

	"I remember someone taking their first trip down my Hershey Highway," the woman commiserated. "I was hollering worse than that. But then I learned the trick - you gotta push like you're on the john. Then Lawrence will do all the hard work. Now show us what a good girl you are."

	Grace was frightened, but she did as Sharice had suggested. She relaxed as nothing happened except. But Lawrence waited until she was completely done before pulling her down.

	Grace yowled at the abrupt invasion of her virgin ass. After several inches sank in, Lawrence went to work on her pussy again, letting girl get used to her penetration while her quim got all itchy again. Grace quieted to some chocked breathing and eventually these soothed to deep breaths. The thing inside her rear was making her stretch and burn on the inside, but her pussy was feeling very good again. It felt strange, like a wind-up toy, getting tighter and tighter.

	Sharice admired the view of Lawrence's thick black cock with nearly half of its ten inches buried in between the little girl's smooth white buttocks. Grace had taken it a little roughly, but now she was adapting. It was time for the next step.

	Taking a few objects from, Sharice palmed them in one hand while she bent over and kissed Grace's left nipple. The eight year-old's chest was perfectly flat and the woman sucked hard on the soft skin, running her tongue over the ball of flesh in the middle.

	Grace gave a long sigh. This was so nice. The pain in her rectum was receding as it adjusted to Lawrence's cock. While her pussy was getting tighter, the woman's mouth on her undeveloped breast was more relaxing.

	Sharice pulled away and observed the erect nipple with satisfaction. She smiled at the little girl whose face was filled with wonder at what she had just felt. Still smiling, Sharice took the needle in her hand and slid it through the eight year-old's virgin nipple. Grace yipped in pain and indignation as she was pierced, but Sharice was not the least bit concerned.

	Deftly, the woman pulled the needle and replaced it with a small gold hoop. Then she sucked on Grace's right nipple. The youngster whimpered as she felt her body betray her, the nipple stiffening inside the woman's urgent mouth. Grace could only look on helplessly as the procedure was repeated. Sharice took a small pair of pliers from the box and closed the hoops securely in place, marking the child as someone's property.

	Sharice bent lower, getting a close-up view of Lawrence's dark cock entering the child's lily white body. She pursed her full lips around the top of Grace's slit and tasted the child's sweet virgin nectar. Although the girl's clit was already aroused from Lawrence's manipulation, Sharice wanted to make sure the flesh was sully erect. Plus, she didn't mind stealing a sample of fresh little girl pussy.

	Sharice expertly pulled on the clitoral hood and admonished Grace to remain perfectly still. She guided the needle inside under the hood, careful not to poke the child's sensitive clit. She poked two holes in the stretched skin and then used a tiny pair of needle-nosed pliers to slip an open gold hoop inside. With remarkable dexterity, she got the ends of the hoop through the holes so that they protruded outside. Then she closed the ends together with her other pliers.

	The inside of the hoop under to clitoral hood had minute ridges on it to provide a little more agitation as it pressed against the clitoris. Sharice wriggled the hoop back and forth, making the little girl quiver on Lawrence's cock. With a few playful tugs on Grace's brand new nipple rings, she sat back and gestured to Lawrence.

	He wrapped his large hands around Grace's waist, his dark fingers contrasting beautifully against the eight year-old's pale smooth body. He pulled her up and down on his cock, making her groan as her little rectum was plundered by the adult prick. Lawrence gritted his teeth at the incredibly tight caress of the little girl's ass on his member. He loved at the defilement of Grace's virgin rectum was made possible by the lubrication of her own cunny.

	The tight passage inside the child's rear was slick with her pussy juices that he had jammed inside her. He fucked her a little harder, gradually wedging another whole inch in after ten minutes of heavy stroking. As she was moved up and down, the gold hoops flipped and swung, stimulating the preteen's nipples and clit.

	Grace was moaning loudly now as her hot little ass was hammered by the huge prick. She was learning that no resistance made the buggery easier on her, but she had no way to deal with the sharpening tremors in her pussy. Sharice saw the signs and Lawrence stopped as the woman took hold of the little girl's clit ring. She pressed it in and moved it back and forth.

	Grace cried out as her body exploded into a climax. She didn't understand what was happening, but the feeling seemed right as the coil unwound inside of her. A new flood of liquid escaped her bald little snatch, running into her ass crack and coating the remainder of Lawrence's cock.

	Lawrence resumed his fucking, using Grace's tight rear end to pleasure himself while the spent girl hung limply in his grasp. Her oily tunnel gripped his cock while nearly stretched to its limit. Lawrence could take no more and let his balls release. Grace felt the heat of his jism complete the deflowering if her virgin rectum.

	Twenty minutes later, Grace stood in front of Sharice while the woman knelt. Grace looked on wordlessly as the woman connected a small gold chain to her nipple rings. Then another chain was linked to the middle of the horizontal one. Sharice attached the bottom of this chain to the hoop in the girl's pussy and stood back to admire her handiwork.

	"Now you are a proper-looking slave girl," she announced as Lawrence nodded his approval. She lightly tugged the chains and Grace obediently stepped forward.

	"Come on. Let's show Mitch his new property."

	The other people in the room clapped appreciatively and congratulated pitch on his new slave. Mitch thought Grace's mother should see this, but knew the woman was too high to appreciate the beauty of the little girl's smooth young body marked with the symbols of her new servitude.

	Mitch rubbed one nipple with his thumb, making Grace quiver as the hoop moved inside her flesh. He trailed his hand down her sleek little body, coming to rest on her perfectly shaped ass. Getting out of the overstuffed leather chair that had once belonged to Grace's father, he picked the girl up and laid her face down across one wide arm of the furniture. Grace groaned as the contact pushed the lower hoop against her clitty.

	Mitch spread Grace's legs apart, noting the stains on where Lawrence's semen had dried after escaping her buggered hole. Taking hold of the little girl's firm round ass cheeks, he spread them apart and looked at the small anus, still red and slightly stretched from its first sexual encounter. He pulled his stiffened cock out and wedged the bulbous head against the child's opening.

	Despite the soreness, Grace forced her bowels to relax as Mitch entered her. After all, she was a good girl; the kind of slave girl who liked to please other people.

	


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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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