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“Founder’s Day” (Mg pedo nc rape)
It was the morning of Founder’s Day, and I had an
impulse to take a stroll around the village. Not that I
expected to find anything so early in the day. Usually, it
wasn’t until evening — sometimes late at night — that
anything turned up. In fact one Founder’s Day, several years
ago, I’d found nothing the whole day.
That was an unpleasant memory.
But today was a warm, sunny, perfect spring day. Maybe
that’s what it was – I was feeling a bit of romance in the
The village square was mostly deserted, though the
usual retirees occupied their usual benches. I’d always
thought that when I retired, I’d prefer to stay up late at
night and sleep late in the morning, but these folks seemed
to be up and out with the sun every morning. Most of the men
were too old to participate in Founder’s Day, and of course
none of the old women were Chosen females. So they just hung
out as usual, though today at least, they did gossip and
reminisce about notable Founder’s Days of the past. Mostly
these trips down memory lane annoyed me, since I was so
focused on today, and all the other Founder’s Days ahead of
Well, like I said, I heeded my impulse and took an
early morning stroll around the square. There were a few
females out — those, of course, who had not been Chosen in
earlier years. The older they were, the more confident that
they had nothing to worry about this year. Of course, there
was always the possibility of a late Miracle. Ten years ago
a fifty-five year old grandmother had been Chosen. So even
the oldest Unchosen female was always just a bit wary coming
out on Founder’s Day. I mean, they all had to come out and
take their chances sometime during the day, but many put it
off as long as possible. Hence usually better hunting later
in the day.
Now and then, however, some female imagined that
because the males had lower expectations in the morning,
venturing out early in the day was the best bet. And such
was the case this morning, as it turned out — to my and the
village’s great good fortune.
About half way around the square, I ventured into the
Smoke Shop, hoping to have a brief word with Barney, the
proprietor. I stepped through the door, bell jangling, to
announce my arrival — and stopped. An attractive woman,
early thirties, was making a purchase at the counter. She
turned and looked at me, anxiety briefly flashing across her
face. She need not have worried. I got no Spark from her.
She was not a Chosen one, at least not this year.
Then I saw the real source of her anxiety. Standing
next to her holding her hand was a young girl, perhaps ten
years old, certainly no older than twelve. She had brown
hair, was a bit on the slender side, but clearly destined to
fill out quite adequately as she grew. Rather ordinary
looking, most might say, though perfectly attractive.
Although Founder’s Day was a school holiday, she was dressed
in the school uniform of the time — short pleated skirt,
reaching down no further than mid-thigh according to this
year’s fashion, white blouse and black tie. The standard
black patent leather school shoes, buffed shiny and with a
bit of a heel to raise the buttocks, graced her white
And then the girl herself turned to look at me. Big,
brown, deep eyes gazed out at me from a special private
world — a hungry world, a world of void and longing,
yearning for both release and extinction at one and the same
My cock throbbed — a Chosen female, like none I’d ever
It was not her age that made her so unusual, though
females were in fact rarely Chosen before age 14 or 15.
Within living memory there had been a number of cases of
Chose pre-teen girls — one as young as nine (although that
was nearly twenty years ago, when I was a young teenager
just beginning to experience the Spark).
This girl has been passed over last year. But in the
three hundred and sixty four days since the last Founder’s
Day, she had come mysteriously into her own, and now
unknowingly announced herself to whomever could feel the
Spark. Barney, fortunately for me, was one of those minority
of males who never felt it, and so had noted nothing special
about the girl.
The mothers of course never knew when or even if their
daughters would be Chosen, since being females they never
felt the Spark. Some rare females were links in a long chain
of Chosen females, and could count on one of their daughters
being Chosen, as they and their mothers had been, but
heredity played only a small role most of the time.
I saw a twinge of flight in this mother’s face, but she
stood where she was. Even managed a smile at me. Every
mother, in the moment when her daughter was Chosen, felt the
impulse to snatch their girls away and flee, but in most
cases they felt bound to their duty, and rarely had to be
I approached the girl.
“Hi, darling,” I said to her, “how are you?”
“Fine,” the girl responded, her deep eyes pulling me
“She’s beautiful,” I said to the mother, stroking the
girl’s long hair. “What’s her name?”
“Laura,” she said in a shaky voice.
Laura was just under five feet . I ran my hand over her
face, down her arm and across her back.
“Is she…” the mom asked.
“Oh, yes,” I said, my own voice trembling with
excitement. This girl had a powerful presence, but one she
hadn’t even discovered for herself. I felt it though. My
cock felt it too, knocking against the tightened fabric of
my pants. The mom saw the bulge, and knew that her daughter
would soon belong to the village.
I ran my hand down felt her sweet buttocks. She herself
began to tremble at my touch.
“Mommy…” she pleaded, a bit afraid.
“It’s alright, darling,” the mom comforted her.
“Remember what we talked about, the special honor that comes
to some girls?”
“Yes, I do, but…”
The mom leaned down and kissed her girl on the cheek –
a goodbye kiss.
I slipped my hand under the girl’s skirt and felt the
smooth soft fabric of her panties, stretched as tight over
her ass cheeks as my pants over my cock. My finger pushed
down her butt cleavage and between her legs onto that lovely
bulging but hidden mound.
I could tell the mom would cooperate, whatever her own
private feelings. I would remember to mention that in my
I knelt down in front of the girl, so as not to
frighten her unnecessarily — and to get a good look at her.
I ran my hands up the girls legs, from her calves to her
knees, to her thighs — and up to her panties.
“Can you help me?” I asked the mom.
Mom grasped the hem of the girl’s skirt and lifted it
up for me, revealing the girl’s lovely thighs and panties.
The girl visibly trembled — which was fine with me. I never
liked the Chosen females who embraced their fate too quickly
I caressed the girl, drinking in her loveliness, her
sweet flesh, her smell.
“How old are you Laura?” I asked.
“Eleven . . . my birthday was last week.”
I’d never had a girl quite this young before. Not that
there weren’t opportunities. Most males dabbled in young
girls, and some restricted themselves pre-teens, this age or
even younger, but there were few Unchosen ones that age that
could be had without risking a decrease in the village’s
total sexual relations potential. No point doing a girl that
young if it meant she’d never be available again. That’s
what was so special about the Chosen females. Every
experience with them multiplied itself many times over in a
self-expanding quantity of sexual relations.
I pushed my hand between Laura’s thighs, feeling her
mound swelling through the fabric of her panties. I pulled
it tight, revealing the loveliest little girl camel toe I’d
ever seen in person. A streak of moistness appeared over her
little slit, confirming beyond a doubt (not that I had any),
that she was indeed a Chosen female.
“Pull them down for me,” I said to the mom, taking the
hem from her and holding the girl’s skirt high. I wanted the
mom to be the one to expose her daughter to a man for the
first time. The mom knelt down beside me (she herself was
attractive enough to fuck, but that would have to wait). Her
long thin fingers found the band of the girl’s panties and
slowly pulled them down.
I nearly fainted. Her girl-mound slowly revealed
itself. Not a hint of hair, and as round and smooth as a
baby’s pussy. The slit ever so slightly parted, revealing
just a hint of fresh pink. I ran the tip of my finger down
along the slit, then back up, then down again, pressing in
just a little bit more each time. I gently probed for her
hole, then pressed my finger tip in.
Intact. Her mother had taken good care of her. Females
needn’t be virgins to be Chosen, but the experience was a
much more powerful and meaningful one for both if she were.
I tasted my finger. Delightful. Then I stood.
“Release me,” I commanded the mother.
Still on her knees, she unzipped my fly and reached in
to retrieve my cock. I felt her long moist fingers wrap
around me. She pulled me out, revealing my cock to her
daughter. The mom started to frig me, trying to get me off
right away, but I seized her hand and pulled it away.
“That’s for her,” I said.
My cock, stiff and throbbing, projected out of my pants
at the young girl. I took one of her hands in mine and
placed it on my cock. Her soft feminine hand caressed me,
knowing instinctively what to do. I stroked her hair again,
then down feeling the curve of her neck and shoulder. Her
eyes glistened. She licked her lips. I gently but firmly
pushed her down onto her knees, until her face was level
with my cock.
Mom stood up, ready to leave.
“No,” I said to her, “stay. I want you to watch.”
I pulled the girl’s head closer.
“Kiss it darling,” I said.
Laura’s fresh. unpainted lips touched the head of my
cock. She looked up at me.
“Yes, that is just right. You’re a good girl,” I said
She kissed my cock, little kisses on the tip and over
I looked over at the mom.
“Taste it too, darling,” the mom said to her daughter.
“Like they taught you in school.”
The girl’s tongue came out and she licked me. I looked
up at the mom, and out of the corner of my eye saw Barney
with his own cock out, stroking it as he watched us.
The girl licked harder, faster, like a cat washing
herself. Down my shaft then back up.
“Easy, darling,” I said to her.
“Sorry,” she said, ever so politely.
“That’s OK, you’ll learn. Now, open your mouth wide for
The girl obeyed. I put my hand on the back of her head
and pulled her closer. My cock in hand, I guided Him into
the sweet, fresh, small orifice until the head completely
“Now close your mouth.”
She did, and I felt her teeth scraping on the ridge
behind my cock head. I could barely stand at this point, so
excited was I.
With my hand at the back of her head, preventing her
from shying away, I thrust just a bit into her mouth, then
pulled back, then thrust again. Each time a bit harder, a
bit deeper. I wanted to feel Laura’s throat, to gauge its
fit around my cock, to test her reflexes.
She gagged a bit, then coughed, but to her credit kept
my cock inside. I thrust again, and felt the head of my cock
lodge itself at the back of her mouth, the smallness of her
young throat clutching at me, a premonition of that greater,
deeper tightness I was about to violate. I signaled her to
look up at me, and gently rocked back and forth in her
throat as I gazed into her eyes, both hands holding her
A weaker male would have cum right then, and spurted
all his cum down her throat. But that was not me. I pushed
her head back, and pulled her up onto her feet. I kissed
her, tonguing and sucking her mouth, tasting my own cock
A first penetration in the first of three orifices.
“Undress her for me,” I commanded the mom.
She did so. Removing the girl’s tie first, then
unbuttoning her blouse. Her chest was flat and smooth, with
only a gentle hint of swellings under her nipples.
Mom unzipped the skirt, dropped it, and the girl
stepped out of it, completely naked now except for her
shoes. She started to unbuckle them, but I stopped her.
“That’s fine,” I said, shooing her away.
The girl stood open to my gaze, small, trembling,
afraid, yet with her pussy split open at the seam, young
flesh glistening from within.
How was I going to do this? I asked myself, as I
quickly stripped off my own clothes. I could take her
outside, on the grass in the square, or on a park bench, but
neither option appealed to me. Then I had an idea.
I lifted her up under her arms and set her down on
I positioned her with her buttocks forward, at the edge
of the counter. I caressed her feet and lower legs, then
took hold of her calves, and gently spread her legs apart.
She leaned back on her hands to stay upright as I stepped
between her legs. My cock, hard, erect, throbbing, advanced
in front of me. Her cunt was exactly at the right level.
Perfect. I could reach every part of her body: head,
neck, arms, chest and back, her ass and hips and legs and
feet, and every orifice.
By this point, Barney had the mom down on her knees
sucking his cock. She couldn’t really see what I was doing
with her girl, so I told Barney to get her behind the
counter and bend her over it. He could fuck her doggie
style, in either (or both!) holes and she’d be right there
to watch and help her daughter if needed.
The girl was in a trance by this point, her whole being
consumed by that all powerful mystery that animated the soul
of all Chosen females, whether they willed it or not. She’d
learned what to do in school and from her mom, but the
education was almost superfluous. A Chosen female’s
instincts for release, the flight from the void, her impulse
to abandonment and annihilation, took over.
I engulfed her with my hands and arms and mouth,
caressing, hugging, squeezing, kissing her everywhere. She
felt so small and frail, so vulnerable, so open, so pliant
to her fate.
My cock poked at her belly, slid up and down on her
stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum. I took her face in my
hands, kissed her, thrust my tongue into her mouth. My hands
caressed her sides, feeling her ribs through the flesh, felt
her chest expand with her heavy breathing, her desire
welling up through her. I pinched her baby nipples, felt the
early swelling of her breasts, imagining how I would enjoy
them as they grew to full womanhood, then filled with milk
for her babies, then sagged in old age.
I reached down past my cock to her girl-pussy, felt
it’s ripeness, split the seam further with a rude finger,
then brought it up to my mouth — and hers — soaking wet.
The mom was almost directly behind her, maternal tits out
and bouncing as Barney rammed his cock up inside her. I
dipped my finger into my girl’s peach slit once again, then
brought it up and inserted it into the mom’s mouth, giving
her a taste (not her first?) of her little girl’s luscious
I looked the girl in the eyes, stroking her hair.
“What’s your name?” I asked her.
“Laur–,” she began, but I stopped her with a hand over
her mouth. It was time to give her a Chosen female’s name.
“No, your name from now on and forever is Chelsea,” I
said. “You must forget about Laura, and everyone else you
know must forget about Laura. You belong to the village now
and your village name is Chelsea.” It was the law to give
females, at the moment of being Chosen, new names. A custom
had arisen, unsanctioned by law, but nearly as binding, to
give them names common among strippers from before the
“My name is Chelsea,” the girl repeated.
“Say ‘hi’ to Chelsea,” I said to the mom.
“Hello . . . Chelsea,” she responded, between thrusts
from Barney’s cock.
We were ready.
I wrapped my arm around Chelsea, low down on her back,
to hold her securely, and took Him in hand. I rubbed the tip
up and down in her slit. Thick cunt juices oozed out, lubing
me. I pressed in, feeling along her slit for her cunt hole.
I felt a small depression, a slight give of the flesh. I’d
found it. I planted my feet firmly on the floor, leaned in a
bit, and tightened my arm around her.
As he saw that I was about to begin the catechism
Barney, pulled his cock out of the mom’s cunt and thrust it
up her asshole.
I peered closely into Chelsea’s face.
“Tell me what you are,” I demanded.
“I’m Chelsea, a Chosen female,” she responded. She’d
been taught well.
“What else are you?”
She hesitated, trying to remember her lessons as desire
and lust and depravity swirled through her thoughts.
“I don’t know,” she said. “Tell me what I am.”
“You are a cunt, Chelsea.”
“I am a cunt,” she repeated.
I pressed into her. I felt her hole give slightly under
the pressure of my cock.
“And what are you made for?”
“I don’t know, what am I made for?”
“You are made for fucking.”
“Yes, I am made for fucking.”
I thrust again, a bit harder. I looked down to see His
head inside almost to the ridge. Her bald pussy, seemingly
split in half, squeezed me tightly in it’s grip. A round peg
rammed into a square hole.
“You are a fuck hole. A Chosen fuck hole for your
“I am a three hole fuck.”
I was ready. I tensed every muscle in my body.
“What are you Chelsea?”
“I am Chelsea, a cunt, a fuck hole, a three fuck hole
whore, a dirty fuck pig made for my village’s pleasure. I am
Chelsea, a cunt, a fuck hole, a three fuck hole — ”
I shoved Him hard inside her, ramming deep into her
belly, at the same time yanking her toward with my arm,
impaling her sweet young girl body on my raging cock. As my
member rushed into her, I felt the hymen split, felt the
narrow channel beyond give way, felt Him hurling forward
slamming against her girl cervix.
Chelsea screamed — and so did her mom, cumming in both
ecstasy and horror, Barney’s cock in her ass and seeing mine
up to the hilt into her little girl’s belly.
I clasped the girl to me, sperm pumping into her, like
I’d never cum in my life. I felt the thick goo of my sperm
mixing with the sticky hotness of her blood.
I pulled Him out about half way, and thrust back in.
And again, reaming out her delicious second fuck hole. Blood
and cum streaked my cock. Her bones rattled as I pounded
her. Then — she came.
A spasm around my cock, squeezing me nearly to passing
out. Chelsea screamed again, this time in absolute pleasure,
discovering the joys of her destiny. I thrust over and over
again as she came, until I myself came a second time, adding
another load of cum to the flood pouring out of the girl’s
torn cunt hole. She collapsed in my arms, sobbing.
Later, after I’d made the mom suck Him clean and I
myself had cleaned out the girl’s gaping torn fuck hole with
my tongue and mouth, then fucked all three of the mom’s
holes while the child watched, I carried her out into the
street and down to Worship Hall. I deposited her there with
the Priests and Nuns.
I’d return in three days, as would all the other males
who’d Chosen females, to take their third fuck holes during
the great Initiation celebration.
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