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Whore House Lottery - 2
by Deadly Crystal (deadlycrystal@gmail.com)

***

Mr. Charles was scandalized to discover that The 
Cranberry & Lily Brothel, a lesbian brothel down the 
road, is using his lottery system to sell special 
prizes to horny women. He sets off bent on shutting 
these sex-crazed women down, but what will happen 
behind those mysterious doors? (Fg, ped, reluc, oral, 
bd, ws)

***

Whore House Lottery II: The Cranberry & Lily
Inspired by Paula With Many Thanks!


Mr. Charles scratched his head. He was very irritated. 
He had never let dykes into his establishment, not 
because he was prejudiced against them but because they 
made his clients very nervous. Women reminded these men 
of their wives and girlfriends, and made them nervous 
and far more likely to buy one of his girls at a fixed 
rate and sneak away to fuck in a bad mood than to play 
many rounds of the Myrtle City Whorehouse Lottery, 
wasting thousands of dollars before they would land on 
their favorite slot. 

In the absence of women some men would spend an entire 
year's salary to finally land on the slot they loved. 
For many, this was a golden chance to slip their dick 
into a virgin. ("Virgin, no questions asked, one 
hour.") This was a slot added only a few times per 
year, and always inserted into the lottery wheel after 
bets had been made. Mr. Charles had seen men gleefully 
spend their family's savings in the hopes of breaking a 
young girl's cherry. If the unlucky bastard still 
didn't win after that, Mr. Charles would fix the wheel 
and give them one last spin. Nobody left the Myrtle 
City Whorehouse frowning.

Other men enjoyed the slightly less rare "fuck her 
pregnant!" They would lay their money down and, upon 
winning, go spend a few happy hours dumping their sperm 
into one of his pretty young girls, trying their 
damndest to father a baby with the whore. The lucky 
winner would be provided with a fertility chart for the 
girl and be allowed three uninterrupted hours to use at 
his digression. 

If the client didn't manage it after that it was 
because of no fault of the house. Once the bastard was 
born, it was not looked upon as the man's child but as 
his prize, a trophy in honor of his virility, a trophy 
he would be proud to let other men fuck in a few years' 
time. In fact, Mr. Charles had yet to meet the man who 
would not fuck his own daughter at the whorehouse, 
provided that was the slot the lottery wheel landed on. 

For some other men this meant that they would lay down 
pile of cash after pile of cash, landing on boring 
slots like "blow job, tongue ring" and "hand job," 
before giving up and cashing in on his winnings with a 
defeated sigh. 

Mr. Charles liked both kinds of client very well, well 
enough to keep women far away, even wealthy women who 
would have liked very well to try their spin at some of 
the colorful slots. Until recently it hadn't been an 
issue. Money was good- very good- and the prostitutes 
were well-behaved. The cops were all paid off and the 
young man his daughter Sun Mai had spent time getting 
to know was now a regular customer. They gave him a 
hefty discount but he stayed away from the lottery 
wheel, preferring the high-priced blow jobs Sun Mai 
gave so well to anything else. Mr. Charles certainly 
understood that. 

Sun Mai couldn't do much more than give blowjobs at the 
moment, because she was seven months pregnant with Mr. 
Charles's child/grandchild. Mr. Charles had provided 
her with the best prenatal care and, despite the odds, 
the unborn girl was healthy and coming along normally. 
It made Mr. Charles rock stiff to think about what this 
baby would look like, this child with his child, but he 
had resolved not to stick his cock in the baby girl 
after she had had her period. 

He did not usually take foolish risks. Until she was in 
her teens, however... Sun Mai still allowed him to fuck 
her, although it was uncomfortable for her now. Mr. 
Charles liked to imagine he was fucking both of them, 
that in pushing his cock so close to the baby he was 
preparing her for the taste of her grandfather's spunk, 
the sensation of his cock bumping into her. If 
anything, sex with Sun Mai was better now than it had 
ever been. 

***

Yesterday Dr. Banist, the whores' gynecologist and 
pediatrician to the young ones, had told Mr. Charles 
about Cranberry & Lily Brothel, a lesbian-only 
whorehouse just five miles downtown of the Myrtle City. 
Apparently they had been huge in Miami for years but 
had moved to take advantage of far lower property 
rates. Mr. Charles hadn't been concerned, until Dr. 
Banist whispered just how much he estimated the dykes 
were raking in. It wasn't much compared to what the 
Myrtle City earned, but it was certainly vastly more 
than the "straight" brothels in Myrtle City- that is, 
the ones that only employed women over 18 and didn't 
need to spend a quarter of their income bribing cops. 

He pondered all this as he bent little Charity over 
until she touched her toes so he could fuck her pussy 
from behind, which always felt extraordinary when he 
was stressed or upset. She didn't move, but made tiny 
grunting sounds as he eased inside her childish cooch. 
Despite being fucked numerous times every day, the 10-
year old girl was still small enough that her pussy 
pinched deliciously around a man's dick and it always 
felt like the first time. With the child's angelic 
curly hair and sweet innocent face she was very, very 
popular around the house. Mr. Charles eagerly 
anticipated this one being of breeding age. She had 
very good genes. 

"What do you think about those dykes opening shop so 
close to my brothel, Charity?" he asked, as he finally 
made it in until his nutsack was resting against her. 
He pulled back and pushed in again, not in any hurry. 
Charity didn't respond- she was too well-trained. A 
smart girl like Sun Mai could speak during sex and make 
it pleasant for both parties, but a sweet little dummy 
like Charity had to keep quiet and let a man say what 
he wished. She could cry if she liked- many men 
professed to adore the tastes and sounds of her crying- 
but she mustn't speak, unless a client requested that 
she beg, or say dirty words. In fact, Mr. Charles 
thought that might be nice right about now. 

"Tell me what I'm doing, sweetheart. Talk to me, baby." 
He picked up his pace a little bit, keeping pressure on 
the girl's back so she'd stay at a pleasant angle. 

"You're fucking me, Papa. You like how my pussy feels." 
It always made him so hot when she said the words, 
although usually he was too busy or tired to bother. 

"How does it feel for you, Charity? How does it feel 
with my penis inside you? I want you to be honest." Of 
course he didn't really want her to be honest, and of 
course she knew this. Sun Mai trained all the young 
girls herself, and they had been through every possible 
scenario. 

"It hurts but it feels real nice. I like when you put 
the wet stuff on my pussy and I hope you squirt lots of 
yummy semen deep inside me when you're done." Fuck, 
Charity was talented. She managed to say the script not 
only convincingly but with real love. Mr. Charles was 
not her father- he had fathered surprisingly few of the 
girls at the brothel, considering he fucked every 
single one of them at one point or another- but he was 
the closest thing she'd ever know. With as many men had 
screwed her mother it would take a team of detectives 
with unlimited resources to figure it out, not that it 
mattered. Mr. Charles had always taken care of Charity.

"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer me to finish in your 
mouth, honey?" he asked, with a glint of cruelty. He 
knew Charity hated the taste of cum more than anything 
else, but he was feeling particularly frisky and the 
lesbian brothel issue was making him mean. 

"I love it when you finish in my mouth, Papa, it feels 
so good. Please, if you're finished and want to fuck my 
mouth, please...um... fuck my mouth." Oops- she 
faltered there. Ideally she should have said all this 
with a new burst of enthusiasm, but Mr. Charles 
supposed he could forgive her the mistake. He pulled 
out of the girl's hot little cunt and helped her to her 
knees, where he plunged into her mouth, almost ready to 
finish. In just a few strokes he felt his balls tense, 
and he stroked the girl's hair as he emptied them into 
her throat. 

She gulped diligently and only her eyes betrayed her 
disgust. A thin, milky trail leaked from the tip of his 
dick down the corner of her mouth as he pulled out and 
Mr. Charles watched as she licked it up like it was ice 
cream. The girl was a real little pro. He smacked her 
on the ass on her way out and told her to make Sun Mai 
let her watch whatever she wanted on TV that night. She 
walked with a little limp, as she always did after a 
good fuck. Her tiny ass jiggled pleasingly. She would 
be fine in an hour. 

His mind cleared, he dressed in his finest casual suit 
and headed into his Mercedes. He wanted Cranberry & 
Lily's profit margin, and he was more than willing to 
use the sway he had with the local police to get them 
to agree to a merger if he had to. 

He arrived at the address in practically no time at 
all- the two places were practically neighbors. He 
noticed immediately that the bumper sticker theme 
seemed pretty consistent- the rainbow flag, the little 
equal sign for the Human Rights Campaign- yep, he was 
in lesbo territory alright. He admired their security 
system- one camera, one guard on the outside. Simple 
and elegant. It made him a bit embarrassed about Myrtle 
City's getup, which employed fully 15 full-time guards 
and a million dollar security system. He wondered how 
they avoided getting ripped off. 

The guard, whom he had been sure was a hefty man, was 
instead a very burly woman with enormous breasts he 
couldn't believe he hadn't noticed before. Mr. Charles 
grinned. "I'm here to see your madame, madame." 

The valkyrie-like beast shook her head slowly and 
indicated to the camera. He chuckled and addressed the 
equipment. "Mr. Charles, proprietor of the Myrtle City 
Whore House, here to check out the competition. A good 
will mission. Utterly harmless." 

There was a pause, and then a voice over the intercom. 
"Mr. Charles, lovely to see you. Please come around 
back." Mr. Charles obliged, and walked to a dingy door 
in the back of the brightly-lit building. He heard the 
heavy sound of a lock, and the door opened. 

It was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, with 
the exception of Sun Mai. Her skin was a dusky brown 
the luminous color of a church pew, and she had 
absolutely perfect breasts, high and perky and full as 
luminous moons. He instantly appreciated that she wore 
nothing over them, not a scrap of fabric to mar those 
gorgeous orbs. With a great deal of effort he managed 
to look up to her face. It was familiar, like the face 
of so many purchasable women he had dealt with. He had 
to remind himself that he was here to assess her 
business and ruthlessly take it over. He had to remind 
himself that she did not belong to him, and not to 
reach out and squeeze those fantastic tits.

They shook hands, and the woman smiled with affection. 

"Mr. Charles. I am the madame of this house, and I'm 
delighted to meet you. Please call me Miss Divine. I 
have been expecting you, and I'd like very much to give 
you a tour." 

They walked in together and it was immediately evident 
that this part of the brothel wasn't an area for 
clients. It was a narrow and somewhat dark alley that 
strongly reminded him of his own whore house system for 
spying on clients and his girls through two-way 
mirrors. Once they came upon one such window he 
realized that was exactly what it was. Out from the 
narrow glass he could see a room full of women, whores 
and clients both. 

It seemed like a convivial atmosphere, with the clients 
and prostitutes chatting before heading upstairs 
together, hand in hand. The women all seemed legit, 
adults of legal age, willing and happy to be there. 
This both pleased and disappointed him. He was pleased 
because this meant they were no competition for his 
girls, and disappointed because he had expected 
something that would knock his socks off. 

He heard the gorgeous woman laugh pleasantly. "Of 
course, this is what most of our ladies get, beautiful 
women who will lick them and fuck them the best way 
money can buy. But it's not where our real profit comes 
from and you know it."

He had not known it, but he was happy to go along. "So, 
Miss Divine, you lovely thing, where does the profit 
come from?" 

"Follow me." They walked down the long corridor, and 
through the mirrors he saw women tied to bed posts with 
thick dildos vibrating in their pussies as their 
partners sucked on their breasts. He saw a pair of 
women in a sixty-nine position, neither of whom seemed 
to have a single hair on their bodies. He even saw a 
beautiful, busty woman with her legs spread wide open, 
as a whore stood over her and peed a thick yellow 
shower into her swollen pussy. 

It wasn't his thing, but the look of ecstasy on 
client's face made him consider adding "water works" to 
the lottery wheel back at home. He imagined there were 
many men who would love to piss in little Charity's 
mouth and cunt. She'd probably prefer it, too, given 
the option. 

Finally they walked down a narrow flight of stairs, and 
up to a larger, brighter scene through the two-way 
mirror. Here was a very different scene entirely, which 
answered a few of his questions. 

Crowded around a lottery wheel very similar to the 
Myrtle City wheel were a group of women, and milling 
about these women were small, scantily-dressed girls. 
Ranging from what looked to be a five year-old with 
angel blond hair to a tall, rail-thin black girl with 
barely budding breasts, none of these girls looked old 
enough to be left at home without a babysitter. 

They were obviously sex slaves, and yet they all looked 
genuinely happy, with big smiles on their faces. A 
knobby-kneed redhead with a smear of what looked like 
grape juice on her lip was kneeling in front of a 
slightly chubby brunette, licking at her little snatch 
like a happy dog. The brunette looked giddy as a clam, 
humping with little girl eagerness at her friend, her 
hands tangled in the copper hair. 

Mr. Charles looked at his hostess. "Miss Divine, you 
have stolen my lottery idea. This does not make me 
pleased." 

Miss Divine giggled in a way that reminded him strongly 
of Sun Mai when she was in one of her rare silly moods. 
"Oh, Mr. Charles, decide when we're done with the tour. 
We may have some ideas they you'd wish to implement in 
your own brothel after we're through." 

"I seriously doubt that, Miss Divine. I run a very 
successful business." 

The madame smiled gently. "You certainly do, Mr. 
Charles. Look, that's Betsy Hubbord, about to place her 
bet." They watched as an older woman pushed forward a 
wad of cash and pointed to number nine on the board, 
what Mr. Charles could read to say "double-sided dildo, 
any size, any hole." He laughed out loud. 

"Why, that's Betsy Hubbord." Mr. Hubbord, a prominent 
member of the Myrtle City Council, had been frequenting 
the Myrtle City Whore House for a solid decade, and 
preferred threesomes and fingers up his ass. Mr. 
Charles vaguely remembered that he had fathered one of 
his less talented whores; a sullen, sickly thing Mr. 
Hubbord enjoyed paying market value to face-fuck once a 
month or so. 

Mr. Charles had tried the girl out himself and had been 
very unsatisfied. The girl had had gagged when he tried 
to deep-throat her and she had thrown up afterwards. 
Mr. Charles figured this was a way for Mr. Hubbord to 
connect with his daughter. Anyway, it was delightful to 
see that his client's wife got to have her fun, too. 

The wheel spun, but it did not land on the slot Mrs. 
Hubbord desired. The board stopped briefly at "oral, 2 
hour limit" a couple of times, slowly passed the 
undesirable "mutual masturbation," and landed finally 
on "finger bang, three finger limit," which flashed on 
a bright board, and Mrs. Hubbord nodded in assent. That 
made Mr. Charles laugh too- her husband would play 
round after round until he got a slot he wanted. 

The more Mr. Charles scanned the room, the more he saw 
strange-looking girls. Girls with blue and purple hair. 
Girls with initials tattooed onto their hairless 
crotches. Girls dressed entirely in fur. One girl wore 
a burkka with a conspicuous hole cut out of the front. 

Miss Divine gave her guest a gentle push forward so 
they could continue the tour. "You see, we have a 
distinct advantage and a distinct drawback. Since our 
girls are only allowed contact with women, we cannot 
breed our own replacements. Thus, we have become... a 
sort of orphanage."

They walked up to a mirror outside what looked like a 
dorm room, but with various implements on the bedside 
tables- titty clamps, dildos of all colors and shapes, 
anal beads, lubricant, gags. Several of the girls were 
asleep, and he could see that in every bed with a girl, 
a naked woman lay sleeping as well, legs intertwined. 

"You whore them out while they're sleeping? I didn't 
know people would pay for that." 

Miss Divine shook her head. "No, those are the girls' 
mentors. We adopt orphans from all over the world- 
India, China, Africa, Eastern Europe, South America, 
the ghettos of our own city. These girls are saved from 
a life of crime, early pregnancy, and probably death. 
We bring them here, settle them down, and assign them a 
mentor." 

Mr. Charles watched one of the beds, in which a young 
girl began to sniffle and cry. The woman beside her, a 
deeply tanned blond, burrowed below the covers. Mr. 
Charles could see her head stop where he imagined the 
girl's vagina was and stay there. The girl immediately 
quieted and smiled dreamily.

They moved further in the hall, and stopped at the next 
mirror. A very small, very thin girl was dressed in 
what appeared to be swaths of black leather. A string 
of anal beads poked from her little round bottom as she 
leaned over a woman lounging on the bed. She appeared 
to be dripping hot wax on the woman's wide-spread 
thighs. The breath caught in Mr. Charles throat as what 
had been a half-stalk rose to a full erection. 

"The girls' mentors teach them everything from math and 
science to the proper way to push a cucumber into a 
woman's pussy. From the time we get them we teach them 
how good it feels to have a woman's tongue on their 
bodies, in their bodies. We teach them that pleasure 
means rewards, and to love and respect one another. Oh- 
you're hard. Well, go ahead, Mr. Charles, I wouldn't 
mind a bit. By all means." 

Mr. Charles unzipped his fly and stared at the lithe 
little girl in her leather and gag. She dripped more 
wax on the woman, inching up her body to the woman's 
breasts. The woman was breathing very heavily, her 
chest heaving. She reached forward to the girl, pushing 
aside the leather bikini bottom to stick a finger into 
the child. The girl obliged, sinking further onto the 
digit and moving closer to the woman. Mr. Charles 
rubbed his hand up and down his shaft, imagining his 
own fingers inside the child. 

"The girls are always loved and protected. When they 
reach 18 they are presented with a choice. They may 
either stay and continue to work for the brothel, or 
they may be sent off to school."

As the girl in the mirror poured some of the wax on 
herself, she moved even closer to her client and began 
to buck up and down on the offered fingers. Mr. Charles 
pulled eagerly at his dick. Suddenly the girl, as if 
ordered, pulled away from the woman and shoved the 
unburning end of the candle deep into her client's 
wide-open and leaking cunt. The sight of the thick 
candle being pushed upward by this child whore made him 
cum in shocking and satisfying waves over his fingers. 
He thrust forward into his hand, ejaculating in unison 
with the woman, who shook uncontrollably as the girl 
heaved in sympathy, her own fingers inside her now. His 
cock twitched and sputtered, and he imagined his sticky 
cum landing on the skinny girl's face, dripping down 
her cheeks, splashed into her mouth.

He opened his eyes and licked at his spunk. Bitter, 
with a hint of lemon. Not unpleasant, though. He 
accepted the handkerchief from Miss Divine gladly, and 
waited a moment before speaking. 

"The girls... surely most of them choose to go to 
school." 

Miss Divine shook her head. "The other girls have 
become the girl's sisters, and her mentor has become 
both her lover and her mother. Some girls, the most 
ambitious and intelligent, do leave. But many come 
back. That woman you just saw in there is Sarah 
Kyrgiskaya, our legal council. She grew up with us in 
Miami." 

Mr. Charles stared. That woman was a lawyer? 

They moved forward past a few empty rooms and settled 
on a softly-lit, dark blue chamber. Spread out on a 
rack was a jet black girl with shock red hair tied in 
bright red ribbons. Miss Divine spoke of her tenderly.

"That's Mara. She came from the Sudan, and we adopted 
her three weeks before her tribe would have ritually 
circumcised her. She would have been scarred forever. 
It turns out that she's a very kinky little treasure." 

Mr. Charles could see that the girl had a little pink 
vibrators strapped into her mouth, sticking into her 
pussy, and visible from her asshole. She was totally 
naked, and her toenails and fingernails were bright and 
sparkled. 

"We let them pick what they wear," Miss Divine 
explained with a chuckle. Now it was she who touched 
herself, her dusky cheeks blushed as she pressed her 
index and middle finger into her cleft through her 
skirt. "That's my little girl, my little Mara. There 
was never a little girl in the world happier to have 
her own clit." 

A very tall, very leggy woman wearing very spiky high 
heeled shoes turned the girl's rack a click and pulled 
the vibrator from the girl's snatch. She pushed a 
different, rapidly shaking vibrator, about a half inch 
thicker, into the girl, who spasmed in obvious pleasure 
as her limbs were stretched.

"When she was a baby I would lick her awake in the 
morning and she would always have the biggest smile on 
her little face. I put her first dildo in when she 
started to walk, a little pencil-thin number she called 
Mr. Silly we keep to train them on. It got to where she 
wouldn't get dressed if I didn't put Mr. Silly inside 
her, and when I came home from shopping one day I found 
her on the bed with one of my full-sized ribbed dildos 
in her snatch. She's probably my best find." 

The leggy woman pulled out a feather thin whip and 
began to lightly strike the child across the stomach. 
Mr. Charles was shocked to find himself hard again, but 
it might have had something to do with Miss Divine 
leaning against the back wall, her skirt up over her 
hips, plumbing her fingers inside herself as she 
watched her favorite child and lover beaten by this 
paying customer. 

Once she was done striking the child, the woman pulled 
out the larger vibrator, but this time she did not 
replace it. The girl's hole pulsated at the loss, as 
though begging to be filled again. The client raised 
her spiked heels, and Mr. Charles winced in sympathy as 
the woman rested her foot on Mara's crotch and eased 
the heel inside her hole. She pulled back and pushed 
inside again, and laughed as the girl whimpered. Mr. 
Charles had enough experience that he knew that despite 
what the client might think, the girl was whimpering 
with desire rather than from pain. He was very 
impressed. 

Mr. Charles saw then observed the client push a double-
sided dildo into herself. She pulled her heel from 
Mara's snatch, and leaned over the roped girl. She 
pushed the dildo inward, into that pulsing hole, and 
began to thrust over the girl's taught and stretched 
body. 

Mr. Charles heard his hostess's breath quicken, and 
looked over at her as she shuddered over her long 
fingers. He saw a long stream of pussy juice leak down 
her thigh and imagined fucking the striking Miss Divine 
himself, perhaps racked and plugged like pretty little 
Mara. "Mara... Mara..." the woman muttered, and she 
stared at the woman pushing deep inside her girl and 
shoved her fingers into herself with abandon.

After a minute of this the shuddering shopped. Miss 
Divine licked her fingers but did not take her eyes off 
the fucking couple, woman and girl, through the glass. 
"Tastes a bit like lemon. I've always found my juices 
very pleasant," she spoke, her breath ragged.

The tall woman finished inside the child, thrusting 
forward in a few last shuddering ruts with that 
laughably large dildo in such a small girl. She 
unstrapped herself, but left the dildo inside the girl 
where it wobbled and swung. She stepped over the rack, 
pulled the vibrator from the girl's mouth, and 
positioned herself over the child's face. As Mr. 
Charles watched, stunned, the woman released a steady 
trickle of urine into the girl's mouth, all of which 
was swallowed. And the girl was pissing herself too, a 
trickle almost imperceptible around the thick plastic 
dildo, shining and dripping with cunt juice.

They moved on. 

"Surely that's not part of your lottery system," he 
gulped, the image of the deep black girl with the 
swaying dildo imprinted upon his memory. 

Miss Divine shook her head. "No, Mara is too talented 
to be bargained like that. She'll go on the board for 
things like waterworks and double-sided dildos, but for 
a torture session with double penetration and piss the 
whole package goes for roughly $35,000. It drives Mara 
crazy since it's her favorite thing in the world, but 
it's got to stay rare or it won't be worth as much." 
She shrugged. "Some girls are born to be whores. Thank 
God those monsters in the Sudan didn't get to her 
first." 

They reached the back door again. Mr. Charles got the 
feeling that there was much more to the brothel, but 
that he had seen all he was allowed to see for the 
night. He felt sad to leave this place, but full of 
ideas he couldn't wait to try back at the Myrtle City. 
Miss Divine reached out to shake his hand, and Mr. 
Charles gently took the woman's index finger in his 
mouth. It did taste lemony, just like his. 

"Miss Divine, I came here to figure out how to shut you 
down, but I think we'll do just fine as friendly 
neighbors, wouldn't you say?" 

Miss Divine pulled the finger back out of Mr. Charles's 
mouth, not unkindly, and winked. "I'm certain of that, 
Mr. Charles. I wouldn't have invited you here if I 
thought otherwise."

Mr. Charles practically hopped into his Mercedes, his 
sense of professionalism so pleased by what he had 
witnessed. This woman wasn't taking any of his business 
from him. He mentally planned to give the Cranberry & 
Lily Brothel a few of his girls when too many of his 
whores got pregnant at once. Maybe he could get Miss 
Divine to trade Mara for a dozen fresh whores. His dick 
twitched and thickened. He doubted he could get one of 
his girls to enjoy a torture session like that as much 
as little Mara, but he was sure going to try.

Miss Divine walked Mr. Charles leave, satisfied at the 
results of the tour. She had known that she and Mr. 
Charles would get along. He was her father, after all, 
and she remembered him well even though she and her 
young mother had run away from Myrtle City when she had 
been little more than a baby. She remembered the 
scratchy feeling of his fingers inside of her. She 
remembered the bitter lemony taste of his cum, so like 
her own. 

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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