The Journey with Memorable Heaven, Part 4

by Bevresel

This story, like all my other stories, is entirely fictional and involves no real people, places or events.

Character List

Muireta – Owner of Harvirle Orphanage. Is an elderly woman with withering health, yet holds a passion for the freedom her institution offers.

Kurmil – Chubby cleaner and maid. Supervisor for residents.

Roselotte – Muireta's receptionist. A woman who dresses in man-like attire and is wide about the eyes thanks to her large pair of glasses.

Celestia – Thirteen year old blonde, blessed with the lightest blue eyes and the softest, yet taut fleshed ass. Has taken an instant liking to Chelsiette.

Eliska – The prettiest eight year old in Harvirle. It is difficult if not impossible to find a child who precisely matches her beauty.

Ninelta (Ninnie) – Little pigtailed brunette. Nine years old. Was submitted to Harvirle by her sister, who feared her father may attempt to turn her into a sex slave. She painfully misses her kind sibling.

Kenita – Dark blonde fourteen year old. She has the smoothest skin and not a single requirement for make-up.

Vesina – Twelve year old, also dark blonde. Is thoroughly pretty and keeps this in check with constant, obsessive cleanliness.

Jessila – Thirteen, brunette, appears several years younger than her age. Her appearance clings to childhood beauty. While gorgeous and child-like, she's also dirty about her body and insists her genitals are only ever cleaned by her friend's saliva.

Madelini – Light blonde, ten years old. Is gifted with childish, puffy cheeks, light blue eyes and a beautiful youthful body. The one girl Silata has specifically taken a liking to, mostly out of cooperating interests. For Madelini's lust craves teenage girls, and Silata craves female children around Madelini's age.

Catina – Sexy blonde six year old. Is highly mature for her age thanks to her earliest years being spent in the deepest sex education.

Gertila – Adorable, black-haired seven year old. This wonderful kid has not a single imperfection.

Lesikie – One of the prettiest, desirable thirteen year old blondes on the planet. Is very committed to her roleplaying as a little princess. She's also a young dominatrix with a sadistic side, ergo it's not surprising she's acquainted with Dilena and her cousin.

Chapter 10

The details were given and Lesikie seemed open to share them. She was well mannered in everything once her juices were freshly frigged from her system and Silata was so very thankful that not a single sign of distaste presented itself. One would expect, by being acquainted with Dilena and that wretched cousin of hers, that something of a mean spirit would have rubbed off on her. But Lesikie seemed to stand entirely on neutral ground. So all the vital pieces to locating her memorized heaven on Earth were wonderfully leaked from her as easily as her discharge had gushed a few minutes prior.

"Ritilia, the nice girl she is, is always open to meeting new guests. As open about it as I am. Through her you'll get to meet her cousin for sure," were the final words of Lesikie before Silata departed from the bed chamber. "She basically sits alone at the dining room's corner table every night. Go see her at dinner."

"I can hardly wait to see the bitch again," was Silata's vanishing reply, toned down so far that Lesikie couldn't hear it. The rest of the day followed out in a manner of very low enthusiasm on her part, for once again her feeling of security had not enjoyed a long life span. No, once again all hope for her love with Chelsiette and Anisha was sucked clean out of her gut. If Dilena was here, if she really was, then there'd be a war waging between her loves.

She was half thankful while also half cursing the fact that her meeting with Ritilia was postponed. It impacted tremendous, painful suspense toward the occurrence bound to be carried out the following day. As it did so, there was also the comfort of knowing one more night turned away from her fears would well prepare her for facing them.

The postponing was caused by a celebratory feast for all the newest recruits to Harvirle. It was announced that the facility had never seen as many newcomers as this year had produced. Therefore, it was a requirement that all the new editions be present at the centre table, to honour their fine collection of fresh models. Silata, Chelsiette and Anisha, being the three latest, were especially expected to join.

After a short speech from Muireta in which nothing interesting unfolded in, the meal was set into action. Hungrily, the girls filled their stomachs so a swell sense of fulfilment would accompany their arousal after dinner. In this short speech we have skipped describing, Muireta did make it clear that a most spectacular orgy would occur after this final meal of the day.

Silata sat to the right, imprisoned between Kenita and Jessila. Directly opposite her, Madelini and Catina flanked Anisha. And further down the table, uncomfortably out of sight, Chelsiette was stationed between two other newcomers. No real shit hit the fan however, until the meal drew to its close.

A conversation started lifting in voiced intensity between the most defensive Ninnie and that of the highly aroused Lesikie. Silata had guessed, although politeness had ensued with her particular encounter with the girl, that Lesikie was not one to entirely restrain her constant, lewd thoughts.

"All I'm saying Ninnie, is that all little girls, no matter who they are or in what unfortunate circumstances, turn me on to the max. And I'd like very much for you to describe your sister to me. How fresh was her mouth? Did she ever use it to please you or vice versa. If I was her I'd have sat myself on a pedestal and ordered you enslave yourself to me every hour of each day."

"Would you please stop talking about my sister!," Ninnie was showing a distress in her reddened little features that Lesikie seemed to be refusing to take any hint of. "My sister could be dead by now. You know what a monster my dad was. The fucker probably killed her just for putting me in this place. He probably assumed she lost me. And I was always her responsibility."

These words caused her voice to rise in a steady motion toward breaking point. It was as if little Ninnie herself was imagining each and every horror for the first time as she stated them. Her hand was petted by the nearest girl on her side of the table. Lesikie's comments however, were not at all stilled.

"Well don't turn into a little traumatized statue merely because the thought causes you discomfort! We need to be fair to each other here. In order to do that, you should register that talking about your sister is, on the contrary to you, causing me a great lot of comfort."

"Look who's fricking talking!," this uncontrolled comment emerged from Madelini. "It's the girl who can't produce a leak without one of us enslaving ourselves to her for a whole hour. Where's the fairness in that Lesikie?"

Lesikie ignored her, providing her a passing little gesture as the best means of acknowledgement. She intently faced her main conversational adversary. "Ninnie, I just think you're real pretty. One of the sexiest children I've ever set eyes upon. And, if you care about me, then you'd surely describe your sister to me. The curiosity is torture!"

Ninnie glanced up venomously. "If I don't feel like talking about it, then I won't!," her voice had cracked and only produced a very weak defence. All arms comforting her nearby were shaken off by her little, angry shoulders.

"Lesikie," Muireta spoke up patiently from the head of the table. "Our darling Ninnie is a very precious child as you yourself just stated. So since this subject is visibly causing her distress, can you not just let it go?"

"I'll let it go tonight I guess," Lesikie snickered, turning menacingly toward the opposing edge of the table. "But I swear to God my little sweetie, if my little demanding tremors can't shake a description out of you, then one day I might just employ an earthquake to get it out your pretty little jaw. You intrigue me, therefore so does your entire family. And I'm not one to ever be left in wonder."

"Then get used to it and shut up," Ninnie murmured in deep, troubled emotion, folding her arms as she stood her ground. "Because I'll never talk about her to you. I loved my sister more than anything."

"Loved? Past tense? I think the mystery is deepening," Lesikie snickered, just barely catching Ninnie's small drinking glass on her chest as the child angrily threw it at her. "Holy shit, watch it you brat! If that had shattered you'd be a dead little bitch!"

"Lesikie! If you don't calm yourself you may be forcibly excused again," Muireta warned while Ninnie stood up and started to walk away in her terrified anger.

However, before she could pass by entirely, Chelsiette reached over and gently tugged her arm. "Here, sit with me Ninnie," she whispered gently.

Ninnie glanced around in almost murderous frustration. "There's no chairs!"

"Well then, just…," Chelsiette took the little girl's hand and although she was a year older, managed to encourage the child to squeeze her legs beneath the table just above hers, effectively sitting her on her small lap. "There, you comfy?"

"I want to go to my room," Ninnie murmured and was about to force herself off the other child's lap when Chelsiette gently gave her a kiss. Once this simple peck on the cheek was complete, the little girl viciously cuddled into the other. Chelsiette warmed her with a soothing back rub while gently wiping away the last of the child's tears.

"I'm sure your sister's fine. Don't worry about her," Chelsiette stated this without of course knowing a single assurance of the whereabouts of this little girl's relative. But Ninnie simply required the warmth of her company and it wasn't long before she cheered up.

She even whispered a statement under her breath which was only audible to the comforting Chelsiette who felt all the more inspired to cuddle her.

"You feel like my sister. You're several years younger, but you have the same warmth."

This occurrence wasn't even glimpsed by Silata, who sat at the other end of the table and as stated before, couldn't clearly see Chelsiette. Had she seen the precise level of intensity surrounding the embrace occurring between her soul mate and the grieving child, then you could be sure that instinctive jealousy would have arisen. Luckily it was avoided and the conversationally uncomfortable feast resumed.

"You can never take a hint can you," Celestia was sharply attacking Lesikie who faced her with equal distaste. Two fidgeting girls down from her, Anisha was seated in the throes of worry as well, exchanging a glance with Silata which was filled to the brink with terror while masked with nervous humour. It seemed all the others could do was giggle when thrown from their comfort zone.

"Celestia, I'd like you very much to seal your lips before I mash them!," Lesikie had raised one trembling little braceleted fist, each and every finger hammered down into a quality knob of bone upon the end of her hand.

Muireta permitted her eyes to glance up then refocused on her meal after a simple second of observing. It seemed she considered her clientele so responsible that she frequently backed out of their conflict as well as their business.

"It's okay Lesikie," Silata spoke up when noticing that no other girl was going to unglue her lips. "Just let it go. If you're yelled at over a mere inquiry, then it's not your fault."

Lesikie turned to her and the coldness thawed from her eyes. She nodded with a sweet little smirk and re-seated herself. Silata was impressed with the result of her simple words, even if they produced a questioning scowl from Celestia. For it had been Celestia who was the first to seemingly steal the attention of one of her lovers from her. So in the back of her mind, Chelsiette's instant attraction to Celestia was reason enough to place Silata firmly beside any girl who confronted her. Even the pointlessly rude Lesikie.

"I do hope this calmed conversation remains as it is now," Muireta concluded once all raised voices were lowered.

For a while it did so. However disaster was not so easily defeated. Upon the feast having been declared finished, Celestia managed to justify the following action. Standing up, she walked directly by the disembarking of the table's opposite end and angrily shoved her way past Lesikie, forcefulness in its full offensive contact. She did not get far, Lesikie swinging her foot forward and scooping her legs out from under her.

Celestia sprawled upon her stomach, wincing while Chelsiette and Ninnie rushed to her side as a team. Lesikie walked on, signalling for Silata to follow her. The gesture was heeded, Silata feeling it her duty to pursue she who she'd stood up for during the conflict. It would be an offense to the situation to take side with another, even though her darling Chelsiette was there comforting the fallen Celestia, whose wrist was almost visibly sprained.

"You'll discover this place is full of idiots who require comfort and friendship stability," Lesikie explained to Silata once they had veiled themselves in a bed chamber again. "Therefore, most are too emotionally affected to speak about what excites us the most. It's difficult for a dominatrix to live amongst a bunch of cry babies. But I have a few loyal friends here, look who's awaiting us."

The darling Eliska sat on the end of the bed, her knees folded up and she hugged them to her chest, grinning cheekily and rocking back and forth in eye glinting excitement. She unfolded herself upon the bed, revealing she wore a strange design of pyjamas that covered both the torso and the shins, connected and held up only by four thin lines of fabric. Two ran down her back to hold up the shin coverage from the rear, then the other two held it up front wise. So her little cunt and ass were on the glorious, most seductive display amid the skimpy pink outfit.

Lesikie deeply kissed the child, held her head in her hands, played gently with the pigtails then turned sweetly back to Silata. "I constructed this little suit myself. Always thought it would look brilliant on her. Don't you think."

"Yes you're gorgeous," Silata groaned as the sexually nervous lump in her throat was swallowed.

"Thanks," Eliska murmured in the cutest little voice, spreading her legs once again to show that perfect little slit. The clit looked highly sensitive and upon a few rubbings of Lesikie's fingertips to that most intimate spot, the child shrieked and lay back in sexual ecstasy.

"Well, I think we should conclude the evening together. After all, you're my new found friend right?," Lesikie inquired, walking straight up to Silata and grabbing ahold of her small breasts. She massaged each to the quality point of hoping arousal would ensure her acquaintance would firmly associate herself to her domination alone. "You defended me at dinner did you not? That means we can rely on each other."

"Yes sure," Silata murmured, taking a few steps back toward the door and feeling the palms of the younger girl detach from her firm little chest humps. "But listen, Chelsiette's more than a friend of mine. She's my lover. And I hate to say it, but it seems she's been attached to the girl you just rudely tripped over. You saw her wallowing in the same misery Celestia was in. I think I ought to run and aid her, just in case any misery has occurred on her part. It would kill me to leave her alone."

Lesikie sat down on the bed beside Eliska, feeling the child's nipples and tonguing her mouth during the intervals of her speech. "Well Silata, we're friends despite your connection. But I do think that if your little girlfriend is going to help out idiots such as Celestia, perhaps it's best to break your bond with her. Do you know she was also comforting that little fool Ninnie a short while before I caused all that commotion with Celestia? She actually had that little bitch on her lap and was cuddling her. Whispering all the most soothing things in the book of comfort I believe."

"She did?," Silata felt violent rage kindle her jealousy then quickly quenched it with pity for the subject at hand. "But Ninnie lost her sister. She's very upset over it all. Why do you dislike her?"

"Dislike her?," Lesikie chuckled while continuing to stimulate Eliska, now rubbing two fingers up and down over the little child's slit and covering the lightly weeping entrance entirely. "Perhaps when I first met her I merely disliked her. For all she ever did was cry for several days. But when she still continued to refuse to submit to me and then have the audacity to deny me any description of her beautiful sister's body, well then I came to hate her. She's full of misery and nothing else."

"I'm sure she can't help it," Silata replied, shuffling about uncomfortably as she attempted to defend the child she also had a growing dislike for. "I met Ninnie yesterday. She's real sweet. She just doesn't like to talk about what happened with her family. I can understand her entirely. Just like I can understand while Chelsiette may feel encouraged to comfort her. My two soul mates and I have suffered plentiful misery in our prior lives. So I've always promoted their kindness toward other little girls who have suffered. Chelsiette has simply formed an empathetic connection with her."

"Empathetic, sexual, vigorous, all the connections in the world will probably be made between those two before the night is out," Lesikie warned as Eliska thrashed about on the bed in the throes of her orgasm. She still spoke casually while bringing the sweet little child to her full unleashing. "Listen closely Silata, you can't trust the miserable creatures here nor anyone who shows the tiniest shred of sympathy or empathy for them. Ninnie is one of those miserable creatures. And before you know it she's got a whole team of weeping like minded creatures on her side. Celestia, Kenita, Vesina, Jessila, Gertila… even little Catina. They all sympathise with her and it drives me fucking insane!"

"Why?," Silata inquired. She'd only been half listening the whole time as she watched Eliska erupt into her little orgasm series, the child entirely careless of the meaning of the talk being exchanged. Yet now, instead of focusing a large portion of her attention on the sighing little girl's release, Silata fully processed the response to her latest question. "Why does the misery of these girls anger you? The majority have come from abusive families you know."

"I'll tell you why," Lesikie snarled, suddenly quitting her stimulation of Eliska and beckoning the child to take her turn frigging her as she constructed her reply. "Because we're here to have fun! Fun I tell you! And pleasure is always very interrupted by all these little emotions. People say I don't have a heart. Well I must. Because my heart is always irritated when I'm trying to get a little bitch to suck my cunt while she's sobbing her eyes out about a past experience. Such a turn off!"

Silata was now fairly uncomfortable, nearly pushed all the way to disgust by hearing Lesikie speak like this. Although she may be only a child of thirteen, she was well on her way to being exactly what she claimed she was not. Heartless! So Silata felt it a duty of hers to try and correct such cruel beliefs.

"Lesikie," she began gently. "If you've never experienced a tragedy yourself I know it's hard to empathise. But you must understand that some of these kids have been through hell and have only memories of that hell left behind from all their recollections of past lives. When they're here, Muireta told me herself, it's their goal to forget. Ninnie can't forget her sister if you bring her up every ten seconds."

"Silata I can see you're not like the rest of them, so quit pretending to be," Lesikie demanded. She now had Eliska cradled in her lap while she fondled the child's nipples. "I recalled earlier you mentioned a girl by the name of Dilena. Well, she's also just like me. As is her cousin. Talk to them both whenever you get your chance and in perfect English, they'll support all which I've told you."

"Yes I bet they will," Silata murmured, distaste being inflamed with those words. There was nothing more obvious than the fact that Lesikie was of the same sadistic heart-type as Ritilia. The two must have socialized long before the connection Silata had made with Lesikie. And now, assuming on the grounds of her support for her, Lesikie believed she had yet another friend in Harvirle. For the sake of it and for the sake of pleasure as well, Silata let her believe it for the night.

She climbed into the bed, feeling the doona removed and then her clothes pulled off. Lesikie helped yank her top off over her head while Eliska slid down her pants and undergarments. In the complete nude, she let herself be passed between them, suckled between them and drank of all her copious arousal. At precisely one am, she left them sleeping in the bedchamber's candle-lit embrace and returned to her own room, relief like an instant wash of cleanliness to her guilty soul as she noticed both Anisha and Chelsiette were snug in the bed as they were the night prior, waiting for her. Their familiar warmth soothed away the unpleasant night's drowsy memories.

The following day was spent in the preparation for yet another celebratory night, however this one promised no fights and would indeed be far more enjoyable. They'd leave Harvirle disguised as a simple field trip, all dressed sweetly in the cutest uniform and would all attend a theatre restaurant. The tickets were paid for and distributed to each and every dorm. Only a few decided to remain behind to enjoy the pleasures of the dormitories in the safety of Harvirle. Silata was indeed thoroughly pleased to learn that Lesikie was among them. Surely this would guarantee no unpleasant talk at the theatre.

Yet there was a whole day remaining to her to explore Harvirle further, and perhaps run into the two villains from her past. Wishing not to face them out of the mere discomfort of the idea, Silata glued herself extra close to Chelsiette and Anisha on this particular day, ensuring they were at no times out of her sight nor she out of there's.

"I want to hang with Catina, come along will you?," Anisha inquired.

Silata nodded. "Sure, I have little else to do." The three of them found that darling child, whose seventh birthday was a week away. Then, as a foursome, they retreated to one of Harvirle's rear balconies which provided them a perfect view of the country side.

"I can't wait for the theatre dinner," little Catina announced after separating from a kiss with Anisha. "It's just as good a birthday present as any, although I turn seven several days from now."

"It's an unofficial birthday present I guess," Anisha giggled, reclining back on her sun chair with her small top unbuttoned. "I can't picture a theatre around here though."

"You'll be surprised what can be found in rural areas," Silata insisted. "Usually entertainment out here, Harvirle being proof of this, is far more joyous than what the city can provide. Those large wretched cities of conformity disgust me."

"Who isn't disgusted by them?," Anisha agreed.

Noticing Chelsiette's volume was particularly low that day, Silata even performed the honours of locating Gertila for her and thus, in avid support of her soul mate's social life, turned their foursome into a fivesome. Her little friend's cheer and vocals were indeed increased by this added splendour of company. Yet Silata remained of the full intent to both encourage her lovers to new relationships, while ensuring they never moved out of her radar at the same time.

"Chelsiette, do you think attending this theatre will keep us together? Or do you wish to journey with company elsewhere?," Silata asked the child once she'd drawn her aside and out of earshot.

"I'll demand a seat right next to yours, you can be sure of it," Chelsiette promised sweetly, kissing her upon the cheek in show of that sweetness.

The remaining talk exchanged was of matters both childish and sexual. They discussed clothing, toys and who felt the most heavy urge to relieve themselves into whose mouth. Gertila claimed Eliska drank her cum the best, what little of it there was to produce at her age. Catina, whose cum production was even slimmer, announced that Eliska was great to look at and service yet for servicing, no one licked her pussy better than Muireta Vincen herself.

Anisha was the one who commented the most glorious praise to her lovers. "Well, Silata has always licked me out the best."

"What do you mean always?," Gertila snickered with a naughty little fingernail getting chewed between her mixtures of adult and baby teeth. "You've only known her a week."

"And," Anisha continued as if Gertila had never enacted her giggling interruption. "Chelsiette has the skill when it comes to kissing and… butt licking." Despite her hesitation, none of these children failed to proudly address the most depraved acts, at least after only a short pause.

Gertila smiled, now convinced of the praise and only mildly shuffled her ankles in embarrassment when admitting to the truth. "I've never known a girl who can finger better than Silata. She took my first cum the night she arrived. Even though I'd gotten it ready before hand."

"You always play with yourself for hours before letting someone touch you," Catina giggled, playfully rubbing her friend on the leg. "You've been at it again this morning haven't you."

Gertila turned to face her friend and a knowing look darted between both their glinting little eyes. The two shared a kiss. As they did so, Chelsiette laid her head down in Anisha's lap, turning her face downward in firm direction with her friend's crotch.

Silata observed everything, noting how it wasn't long that Anisha began to twitch about in eager discomfort and pulled down her skirt so her friend could nuzzle her bare cunt. Juices trickled within seconds and both girls fell to moaning, Chelsiette especially as Gertila reached over and plunged a little finger through her ass hole.

"I guess this is how every lucky girl spends her mornings," Silata declared aloud. Her arm was then instantly tugged at by the eager Catina.

"Come on and join us! Don't be afraid. You have complete freedom here."

"Yes," Gertila backed her up, nodding with the cutest and most desirable appreciation to her older acquaintance. "Hurry up Silata. Everything which you haven't been able to enjoy in the past is completely ready for you here. You can kiss, suck and grind with whatever child you like."

"How about a scissoring?," Anisha came out with one of her brave suggestions while Chelsiette's tongue continued to stimulate her. Yet abruptly the sticky mouth movements slowed as she listened closely to the other little girl's suggestion. "I tried it only once before with Jessila, during our first orgy. I'd love to do it with you Gertila."

Chelsiette uttered a heartbroken sigh which Anisha felt the breeze of strike her cunt. "Or," she suddenly changed selection, "I'll try it with Chelsiette first. Just to get warmed up."

"Nonsense, I'm all jizzed and juiced for you," Gertila announced, her finger now withdrawn from Chelsiette's ass and she splayed her little legs upon the balcony floor. "Come on Anisha. Do it with me! I love this act. It's my mega favourite!"

Once positioned they started thrusting, and indeed those two perfectious child cunts oozed their meager liquids, mixing them however to make a copious mesh of fuck between their humping bodies. Anisha's squeal was splendid music to Silata's ears, Gertila's a symphony from one of the most electrified little souls on the planet. The result was a shedding of the most nerve tickling pussy juice between them. After rubbings against each other's clits and slits had accompanied this without a single rude intrusion, the two collapsed in the after state with both their small legs still entwined.

Coming up from behind Silata, Chelsiette playfully gave her a surprise grab upon the ass. Turning to face her friend, she provided the excited little child the attention she craved and soon their tongues were swimming in each other's mouths. Chelsiette thrust a finger into Silata's behind while, front wise, Catina walked her small body right up to the older girl's cunt and without even having to kneel, set to providing it the most abundant, fresh teen discharge.

The events consumed their morning time and into the afternoon they eventually plunged. Silata now more than desperate to avoid her painful past until dinner, acted more efficiently in her comfort zone as the time ticked closer to the arrival of the bus which would whisk them away to that theatre restaurant. She found a pretty black haired lass with one of the most adorable faces. Without bothering to even receive this nine year old's name, she took her to one of the bed chambers, encloseted them together and sucked upon her sweet little mouth while bringing her off to a wonderful discharge. As for Silata, she kept her pleasure intact without shedding it there.

After separating from that darling, she located both Vesina and Kenita. The two of them, appearing mildly distasteful toward her due to her support of Lesikie the prior night, nevertheless soon forgot all about the experience and indulged in a delicious threesome with her.

"Oh fuck, you're so good at this Silata, lick me out, oh yes!," Kenita cried, guiding her friend by the head to her pussy. Silata's tongue thrived therein while inside her own pussy, Vesina's made its most energetic ticklings. The group transferred actions several times.

Kenita squatted down upon Silata's visage and was licked to a second discharge. As she cried out, clenched her teeth and came into her mouth, her hand reached over and fingered Vesina through her orgasm simultaneously. Then, to top all actions off with a brilliant conclusion, the three all exchanged tribbings, one after the other.

During the first of these sequences, Silata rubbed her cunt directly to Kenita's. They thrust off the ground and rammed, glided and even mashed their cunts together. It was characteristic of Silata to bite her lip during her intense enjoyment. Of Kenita's identity traits during sex, her mouth would always unhinge and an endless series of sighs would emerge, as they did so musically on this particular exchange of juices. Their rubbings continued until both cunts were as tender as a girl's heart were in the most flourishing states of love, although of course neither girl had any such love for each other. Their actions simply emptied libidos, nothing more. You could expect naught but calm, even cold chat between them afterward.

Nevertheless, their little clits now electrified, ready to disperse, they announced the most brilliant series of compliments to each other. "Oh you're the best fucking beauty I've ever seen in my life Silata!," Kenita cried while issuing forth a discharge.

Silata, enjoying the warmth of the compliment, didn't even look her in the eyes as it was spoken. Rather, she kissed Vesina and let her body naturally take command of all thrusting actions so the scissoring followed out in perfect sapphic tradition. There wasn't a hot nerve left unmassaged, not a single sense of lust unrelieved when the build up coincided and their interlocked legs brought it forth. With discharge to dry to mere liquid patters on each of their bellies, they collapsed and regathered their energy.

Vesina lapped up all which had spilt from their cunts and spattered to each other's stomachs. In doing so, each girls clit was sucked into her jaws, every slit from top to bottom receiving the most thorough tonguing straight from her heated little mouth. In a time which lasted not a second longer, both adolescents were once again in the thriving belly of arousal. They took their turns and both returned the tribbing favours to Vesina.

Silata recalled no fresh little twelve year old's pussy being more prepared to unleash than Vesina's was on that day. As an early developer, or perhaps simply for the fact a place as lubricious as Harvirle naturally encouraged early development in every resident, Vesina was a hot little realm to rest one's cunt with. And when your pussy was as wetted with the power of sexual hunger as Silata's, then to push it against a girl's like Vesina's was a one way ticket to yet another orgasm, no matter how many you may have experienced prior.

A few rubs and thrusts with their buttocks lifted off the ground and all their support upon their elbows, Vesina and Silata managed naught but the most passionate liquids to share.

At first mere droplets emerged from the heated realm between the twelve year old's legs. Yet Vesina was encouraged to weep more and more excitement from her precious little slit and soon, couldn't control her own mouth as she squealed forth both blasphemy and excitement.

"Oh fuck God! Oh fuck the world! This is the only place I ever want to be EVER!" She rammed and rammed against the opposing slit, soon initiating an increase to those droplets which now bore the title of running vaginal fluids. Her thighs were warmed by the every splash they granted her every segment of fresh, young flesh. The sensation turned to that ultimate, indescribable peak of pleasure granted every female creature when the end was fast approaching.

Silata, flooding over Vesina's leaks, pushed harder against her little slitted target. Her ass thrust up from the ground, her left leg rubbed over one of Vesina's thighs while the right rubbed past under the other. The direct coordination of her horizontal humping provided only the sharpest feelings of enjoyment, knowing that not a single thrusting strike to Vesina's wet slit missed in its carelessly aimed course. She pounded her cunt to the twelve year old's, soon every gentle rub of their vagina's turning to complete, merciless thrusts as their dispersals of sticky love came forth.

"Yes, feel that hot cunt of yours get rubbed and battered you naughty child!," Silata shrieked and watched with glory as the hot, pleasure heated red-faced Vesina pattered her own discharge atop Silata's cunt. After completing the activity, each girl rubbed each other's discharge over their now pleasurably drained slits and gently across their well grinded clits.

"My God you do this with fabulous attention Silata," Vesina murmured while leaning back against the warm rug upon the orgy room floor, fast falling into an exhausted doze.

"Yes, your dedication makes me want to empty one last time," Kenita announced, guiding Silata's hand to her cunt where it pleasurably frigged the last few droplets from her. Then at last, having been proud of

the afternoon they'd spent in the glory of their lesbian passions, the three proud daughters of Sappho separated and returned to the various duties that aligned with their purpose. Silata's of course being, distraction from all considerations of even searching for Dilena until the theatre would register as the most competent distraction of all.

The brilliance of the night at last held off no longer, and she was sandwiched between her two great yet small-bodied lovers upon the crammed bus. Chelsiette suckled a lollipop, Anisha mouthed and almost devoured Silata's fingers in her refreshed state of lust. Since Roselotte drove the hired piece of machinery, no girl aboard the bus was encouraged to withhold her feelings during the arriving trip. However, once on open highway, more appropriate behaviours followed.

That lasted until after the theatre, everything save secret little kisses being discouraged in the ensuing public events. Well at least, those rules would apply with all apart from Silata and Chelsiette, whose libidos would need satisfaction during the actual performance.

The bus once halted outside the theatre, saw to the disembarking of all its contents apart from Roselotte, who remained stubbornly at station behind the wheel. "I don't intend to have our only transport stolen," she insisted in those straight forward, insanity border lining lines of directness. "I'll spend the night at the wheel and be here to take you all home."

Silata overheard Muireta's last words to her before she also left the bus. "My God, one day I swear you'll have to get over your paranoia Roselotte. No one's going to steal from or infiltrate Harvirle. How many times must I restate this?"

Roselotte's stubbornness prevailed despite all arguments her boss could raise. So, leaving her at her station with a bag of chips, the remainder of the wondrous flock of females were encouraged to their seatings in the theatre. This pleasant place to which Silata spent a night of active happiness almost loudly demands our attention in description.

The entire room was set before a stage, every row of seats armoured by a bench which ran directly before each level. The benches were comfortable in their spacious availability for leg room, the seats all cushioned. Dinner was brought in and served to every spectator, all stomachs indeed filled by the end of this perfectious night. Most tastefully, every waitress was dressed in the manner of appealing frequently to gentlemen.

Little did each of these twenty year olds and late teens know, that their sexually creative toilette would invite similar responses in the bodies of this youthful lesbian troop. Gertila, with her bright little eyes and seductive grin, continuously rocked back and forth in her chair with excitement as a tall blonde waitress of twenty-three set to feeding her. More than likely, as her small hands grasped the front of her seat during the rocking motions, the sliding past her wrists was the intent of pleasure making. Although the excited, panting child would indeed manage to refrain from open masturbation. Both her eyes were sparkling little coals of endurance through such a restraint.

Silata of course, not having once found particular sexual invitation in a girl passed twenty, had better control over her nerves at this stage.

Not a single item upon the menu was low in budget, everything freshly dished. Not a single little girl of Harvirle nor any of its older lesbians experienced a single mistreatment by the staff. Their every demand was attended to and therefore, Silata happily performed gluttony until the show was a blur through all her drunken satisfaction. This also thanks to the fact that Chelsiette had frigged her during it.

In the performance of an unnamed play, a female in skimpy dress presented herself, beside her with a child of ten who was also a competent actress. It mattered not that the kid was dressed in swell coverage while the woman beside her was near to bare. For Silata was heated by watching the child at work. Quite a skilful actress she was indeed and although she was filled to the brink with innocence and made not a single deliberate sexual gesture, Silata's drunken eyes rolled up and down her body and her lust jolted forth. She didn't care whether or not Chelsiette would find her demands inconvenient. They agreed to let their sexual sides explore to every avenue, so while watching the child with lusting eyes she had yet another child bring out her orgasm.

"Thanks Chelsiette. Watching that little blonde sweetheart down there really made me crave relief. Oh yes, just like that honey." She didn't care about staining her pants, Chelsiette's performance having done complete wonders to her sexual hunger while the food had serviced her official hunger. Therefore, by the time the theatre show was drawing to its close at twelve midnight, every single lusting nerve of Silata's was granted its cravings.

It was Chelsiette's fault that she then turned herself on, by laying her finished hand in her lap then, reaching under, massaged Silata's discharge into her own little pussy. Noticing the sweetheart blushing while humping her little hand, staring at the woman in the play that Silata hadn't cast two glances at, Silata nevertheless provided her some quality privacy. She leaned over and pretended to search about for a spilt drink lid while the little girl hurriedly brought forth her relief from under her leaning, veiling belly. Hearing her final sigh which indicated pleasure's end and relief's initiation, Silata returned to her original posture and they rested against each other's shoulders.

While unsure whether or not Anisha could see them thanks to her random seating elsewhere in the theatre, Silata comforted herself by the positivity she'd not feel left out for long. The play's ceasing was then a huge success, the final performance ending in a series of songs most productive to youth's mood. Had it not been indoors, fireworks would surely have been the nights most appropriate end. Yet, when undercover, the final performance brought forth the rare, precious rush one feels at the summit of any extreme party night. And if Silata's eyes watered at all during the heated, dimly lit theatre, the tears were the response which showed her pure happiness at its peak.

Nights of such celebration, especially in their rarity to those who lack a common attendance to social outings, can bring out one of the greatest joys in life. Ending at last in a bellowing yet harmonic finishing jazz song with flying rainbow streamers in sync with the flashes of the stage lights, one brilliant afternoon was brought to its sumptuous evening conclusion.

Departed, back on the bus, sandwiched yet again between her soul mates, Silata was in mood's finest form. During the whole ride home she transferred from one mouth to the next, enjoying more than ever the familiar taste of Chelsiette and Anisha, ignoring every single factor of the tongue senses which warned her their lips and saliva had certainly been at play with others.

"Great night Silata," Gertila wished her the deepest good nights as she was escorted down the hallway to her room by both Kenita and Jessila. Before she vanished completely from their reach, she kissed Chelsiette goodnight. The same exchange was made by the little Catina, who was so tired she had to be carried off to bed by Celestia. Silata watched her with an adoring face, admiring her closed little eyes, her innocent, peaceful breathing and the precious, shoeless feet which dangled over the edge of Celestia's arm which supported the backs of the child's knees.

"Do you want to sleep with another tonight?," Silata asked both her companions, almost feeling a jolt of painful electricity slam through her heart as Anisha answered in a most violent tone.

"No!," she stalked off to their room with her head down. Silata was indeed of gut contorting worry when she noticed such a negative response to her generosity. Her intent was to ensure her darling acquaintances would be gifted the freedom to expand their friendships all the way to the bed. If they liked another girl, ought they not to pursue it to the furthest rung on the sociosexual ladder? Well, apparently a harmful suggestion was all it was.

Chelsiette muttered a fragile little question as she, like Silata, was abruptly concerned for their bond. "Does this mean you don't want to have us sleep with you? Do you want to sleep with another?"

"I most certainly do not Chelsiette, where on Earth did you get such an idea in your head? I love you both and wish to spend an eternity in the very bed which is yours."

"Well obviously Anisha's the one who got the idea in my head. She thinks you're pushing us apart," Chelsiette sighed as she tugged Silata by the arm and encouraged her into the quiet atmosphere of the corridor to their dormitory.

"Well she misunderstood. For I was only checking upon your…"

"Loyalty?"

"No, not on your loyalty at all!," Silata replied sharply. "Your need for others. I just wanted to see if in your craving for other cunts, maybe you may wish to sleep with those specific pleasure bodies as well. It would mean absolutely nothing to our companionship. It will always be strong, unless you wish to make it fragile by misinterpreting my kind suggestions."

"Talk to Anisha about it. I understand full well what you're saying," Chelsiette replied and relaxed into her arms within the corridor. Then, after a few dozen kisses in plain sight, the child acted the role of the responsible partner wishing to hurry on the night. "Come on Silata, it's getting real late. Let's just get under the covers with Anisha and cool her hot mood."

Silata nodded, let the child escort her through the door and into their safe haven. Anisha glanced up darkly from her seat on the bed. Chelsiette undressed while Silata sat beside her and softly nibbled with affection on her cheek.

"Hey darling, you misunderstood what I said back there. The last thing I want is for either of you to go off with someone else. I just encourage it for your sake."

"Well quit encouraging it, because I just want to be with you!," Anisha insisted, violently kissing her older friend in addition to her sharp response. It had now become obvious that she had indeed witnessed the play between her and Chelsiette during the theatre performance. Such an act was bound to, as it indeed had, fire up jealousy in the member of the threesome who was detached from the exchange of sexual pleasures.

Yet soon, all three stripped as naked as they'd been on the first day they'd experimented together, their bodies made a conjunction with the underside of the covers and they kissed each other endlessly. The coldness of the night was defeated by their closeness, by the warm flowing between their legs, by the gentle and loving lust to which each member of their close relation was brought to climax. The ending of their pleasures the mere final topping to the pudding of the nights beautiful prodigious quality.

They awoke the following and, as perhaps what had become a new and necessary characteristic of their social environment, separated instantaneously. Breakfast was taken at the entire table, every girl still in good spirits from the prior night's pleasurable entertainment. All had been too tired to engage in an orgy afterward, so it was indeed becoming welcomed as a morning idea.

"May I restate how proud I am of all of you," Muireta announced, downing a small glass of a breakfast beverage. "Each of you added to all the splendour of last nights events. I'm always encouraged to further lengths to bring greater happiness to every member of Harvirle. Although we stand outside this world of sickening conformity to boring, pointless and restrictive laws, it's always a good deal of fun to now and then venture into a theatre or a cinema for the sake of our enjoyments. Just because a world is chock full of idiots never means the outsiders should refrain entirely from its offerings of amusements. Therefore, I grant my every follower full means to attend enjoyable clubs and restaurants, all the while knowing that all the stupidity of the restraint encouraged there can be lifted when we all come home. Amen."

"Amen?," Jessila snickered in her complete ripeness of arousal. "Guess it's time for the Lord's prayer. Let me say it while I frig myself."

No one at the table was absent from laughter at that suggestion. All apart from Kenita who intervened to suggest something else. "You dare not do any such thing Jessila! Keep your hands by your sides and the rest of us will frig you while you say it."

More laughter was aroused at that. And of course, this all being in humour, none of them bothered to actually utter that senseless religious stupidity even for the sake of a joke. Topics then changed to further discussion on Roselotte's behaviour.

"Do forgive her strange actions of late," Muireta muttered. "It no longer appears she's that concerned about checking for investigators or undercover males. Yet I do believe she's simply concerned about Harvirle enduring some kind of revolution in management. She's constantly checking to see if I'm still the boss. And that Kurmil hasn't been tied up in the closet by a group of rebel girls and God forbid, deprived of her mop and bucket!"

"Oh yes," Kurmil chuckled from her end of the table. "In the case of a cleaner, that's one's worse nightmare indeed."

"Yet," Muireta carried on. "While her stupidity is obvious and we can all agree about it right now, I do hope none of us will resume any bitching over her strange behaviour. Harvirle is a bitch-free location. No one betrays another or form opposing groups. If there is to be an argument, then like the other night, it's said straight forwardly and hurriedly cleaned up. Therefore, in our manner of being beyond simply kind to each other, even to our enemies, then there is metaphorically no soil of which a revolution can be planted in. No bitches or exclusions to help sustain its growth. Thus Roselotte will eventually have to accept the truth that our smooth order of things is safe and sound."

"That's true," on a disturbing note, it was Lesikie the troublemaker who agreed so avidly with Muireta's declaration.

Yet at last with breakfast cleaned up, that most enthusiastic orgy to which they all wrung out their backed up arousal from the night before ensued. Jessila placed herself on all fours atop the rug in the rooms centre. Vesina knelt behind her, a thin little dildo strap-on used to penetrate her soaked pussy. As those two girls begun a vigorous simulation of a cock thrusting, the rest also managed to sew the pattern of complete lesbian unity.

Gertila fingered Vesina's ass while she administered the dildo treatment to Jessila. It didn't take long before between the pleasures of giving and receiving, that preciously developed twelve year old started to loosen her build up. She oozed around the dildo base in this hot frenzy.

From directly behind her, Gertila's anus was fingered and then finally penetrated by little Catina, who had her small legs kneeling and stationed on either side of a head thrust between them. From this angle, the head belonging to Eliska, the little girl pleasured the other. Eventually, the youthful Catina then commenced her small trickling amounts of joy into the eager little lips of the child between her very small legs.

Eliska had her arms flung out to either side, both hands acting as pleasurable fuel to the engines of two other girls. Kenita was one, getting fingered by Eliska's right hand who soon brought responsive oozes of girl cum from her mere, little-fingered massaging of her slit. Simply feeling the hand of a child so beautiful playing with expert skill in a place as intimate with the loving soul as that was enough to initiate any young girl or a woman into a very heated tremor of arousal.

Kenita rocked back and forth, causing the finger to eventually intrude during her orgasm. The moment of sexual high accompanied by the flowing passion of her cunt was one that certainly welcomed the little finger's entrance.

Eliska's other hand was designated between Madelini's legs, not hesitating in the least with its powerful and swift ability to bring forth a discharge from the youthful female creature. As Madelini came onto Eliska's hand, she was the whole while kissed and fondled by Silata. Silata who also had the deliberately vibrating finger of Anisha thriving encouragement about in her rectum.

On the floor behind them, a warm rug was taken up by a unique tribbing display. Muireta and Kurmil, the large yet old women they were, performed the base for this scissoring and were rubbing their worn, well fingered cunts together. Yet sitting atop them were two most adorable children, adding a complete contrast in beauty to the sight. The two kids, one of them Ninnie and the other the black haired girl Silata had pleasured herself with the prior day, were actually performing a tribbing as well from on top of the old women beneath them.

Muireta and Kurmil's unappetising display acted as the base for the pleasure on which the two children sat, rubbing their tiny clit-furnished slits together just above where the two older ones connected. Although Ninnie and her friend could not exactly produce the most abundant juices, their small hands would reach down and borrow some from the tribbing occurring beneath them, using the ladies discharge as additional lube for their little girl cum.

"Oh fuck, this feels so God damn fucking great!," the black haired child declared, moaning and sighing as her slit released all it could offer. She reached over and rubbed Ninnie's clit and received the same attention to hers from the other little girl. They both gently stimulated each other and used their arms to fondle their flat chests, at free liberty to do so thanks to the fact that it was the elbows of the two women beneath them who kept their love making completely afloat.

As this attention to each other continued, it wasn't long before the two of them were becoming so overheated by the enjoyments of their rubbing pleasures that two very small discharges were effectively being built up. Ninnie cried aloud while leaning all the way up and sharing a kiss with her friend, all the movement putting immense pressure on the old upholders who patiently bore it.

"You sweet little bitch!," Ninnie declared, her eyes focused and her lip bitten in that full concentrated rush of unleashing. "It's coming. I'm going to spatter my little discharge all over your cute little cunt. Ah yes!"

The other child giggled, rubbed her slit more devotedly against her friends as she too felt the climax boiling forth in her tiny little immature reproductive system. All the warmth of the discharge of the women mixed with theirs ensured that their two tender little cunts had all the hot, slippery movement required to ensure a most fantastic tribbing would indeed lead to that fantastic pair of leaking orgasms.

"Oh fuck, here I come!," Ninnie announced, spattering forth against her friends slit while the same favour was returned from her pleasurer. While neither had much to offer, it was a spectacular rush of cum for girls that young. Simultaneously from underneath them, feeling their smooth little buttocks vibrate with their childish orgasms, both the upholders were pushed over the edge as well. They bathed the little girls buttocks within the bath of their mature orgasms.

Afterward, that inventive tribbing foursome relaxed onto each other and snuggled up in the embrace of the post-release pleasures. At precisely the same time, Jessila let her brilliant orgasm go leaking down the entire length of the dildo, all the way up to Vesina's hip. Those two girls also collapsed on top of each other a short way from the other four, the slick dildo sliding loose.

Silata reached behind her and fondled Anisha's chest first, eventually letting her hand creep all the way down over the child's belly until it cupped her tiny little cunt. To repay Anisha for the favour of the finger in her ass, Silata thoroughly massaged both that child's slit and clitoris until she fell to the floor at her feet from behind her, completely enveloped in the tickling of her every nerve which accompanied the blessed, warm leaking from her child's cunt.

From in front of Silata, Madelini unhooked herself from Eliska's fingers and thoroughly kissed her front wise. She rubbed her bare chest against Silata's developing breasts, ensuring both their nipples passed by each other in smooth, hardening sync with their escalating heartbeats. If their nipples had been hard prior to this, they were as stiff as icicles now and just as fragile. Madelini cried out and pulled away with the sensitivity of every rub, only to close in for yet another passing rubbing yet again. Silata's were also of extreme fragility, when contacting with Madelini's they felt to be zapped by lightning bolts.

The two girls mouths were inseparable, Silata's flicking her tongue about in the same dimension as Madelini's, both enjoying each other's saliva and permitting it trickle over their chins and drip down hotly upon their chests. Most of this of course landed on Silata's, since her breasts stuck out somewhat. However as a complete majority, much spittle also missed their darling chests entirely and dripped all the way to the floor under their feet.

Gripping her friend by the soft, childish buttocks, Silata at last felt her hand bring forth the correct pattern of rubbings and intrusion and from them there came a massive rush of her orgasm. She shivered, felt her pleasure swim down all the way to her knees and was the whole while embraced by Madelini, the devoted sweet child she was. One last kiss of which they each spent suckling long and hard on each other's lower lips finally concluded their crafty display.

Chelsiette was of course not left out in all these doings. She had her own simultaneous act to perform and partnered herself with Celestia, perhaps indeed extending what Silata had claimed to Lesikie as an 'empathetic' connection. She had been referring to Chelsiette's relation with Ninnie at the time. Yet one could easily argue that the devotion Chelsiette had placed into helping Celestia to her feet after Lesikie had tripped her up perhaps rendered something slightly more powerful occurring between the two of them. Nevertheless, to the rest of them, it appeared as naught but another form of their casual lesbian artistic love making.

After having spent several minutes suckling each of Celestia's nipples, Celestia returned that very same favour to the flat chest of Chelsiette. Then they repeated the operation, only on each others buttocks this time. At last entirely oiled up for unleashing their arousal, the two assumed the tribbing position.

They began slowly at first, only rubbing their cunts together and managing to bring forth a splendid leakage from both to soon cause the way to be wetted down for more thorough, muscle powered movements. Like all professional tribbers, they rocked their asses up from the ground and pressed their pussies together in an extensively speed-increasing fashion, soon using the lube of their lust to make rapid sliding the easiest thing in the world for both their groins.

As the most beautiful, well executed pair of traditional tribbers in the room, they didn't waste a second boasting about it. They simply turned and watched all the other sex displays occurring simultaneously and cherished every moment that their wonderful accuracy of cunt contact encouraged to disperse. The warmth of each other's relief encouraged long lasting orgasms from the two of them, finally only the dizziness and strain on their young elbows causing them to simply relax in the tangles of each other's legs.

While lying on their backs, they watched the rest of this breakfast orgy at last come to a conclusion. And right at the ceasing of Silata's orgasm, Chelsiette grabbed her gaze and exchanged a knowing glance with her from across the room. Yet perhaps 'knowing' wasn't the correct choice of word. For Silata certainly knew nothing of what that gaze was trying to say.

Chelsiette was either showing off her proud relation with Celestia, or perhaps even coldly saying she no longer needed Silata. Or, most likely, it was yet again the simple cruelty of Silata's imagination playing tricks on her. And, as she'd come to learn to be kind to herself more often, the latter of these possibilities is precisely what our darling heroine convinced herself of.

Chapter 11

The following day, Silata finally decided upon locating her fears. Her two reminders of a forgotten, prior existence as a lonely, unaccepted freak. It revolved around several ideas which eventually convinced her she ought to take Lesikie's advice. The first was, while knowing it is natural to retreat to one's comfort zone where nature designated them, that living in the same construction as her discomfort meant there would eventually be no avoiding in facing it.

As this idea was accepted, the second convinced her of the certainty of a pointless molehill she was erecting a mountain from. So what if Ritilia and Dilena were living in the same complex as she? They were simply two members of her past which didn't quite agree with her. And also, was there anything more ridiculous than the eternal love she'd built out of Dilena's cruel affections? If you subtracted all her memory's exaggeration, all that had truly occurred in the past was this.

Ritilia, a young girl of sexual development far more superior than her age of eleven at the time, merely used her cousin to grant her the relief she required. Her sexual passions were sadistic and could probably be only achieved in their highest quality by hearing a little girl cry as she came. So employing Dilena, whom she'd educated as a sexual partner prior to the event, she managed to establish a relationship between two little girls then knock it down, effectively breaking the heart of one while the other efficiently frigged her to orgasm. The sweet orgasm which the craving for had put all these events into motion. But after this occurred and they perhaps shared a laugh or two about it, Ritilia and Dilena possibly never thought twice on it again. It was Silata alone who'd carried this nightmare with her, whose moving on was slowed by the fact of Dilena being the only person who'd ever showed her a shred of affection, even if it was a temporary falsity.

So now, on even grounds in Harvirle, there was no reason why amends couldn't be made. Ritilia and Dilena, if she managed to successfully befriend them, could perhaps repay her every sexual reparation in the book to show precisely how sorry they were. If sympathy could be found there, Silata would readily take it and return forgiveness willingly.

Why live in a construction while paying constant attention to avoid two certain mobile parts, while the opportunity was there to soothe all the discomfort with those parts and organize everything into harmony? After all, Muireta's speech itself on preventing revolutions depended on such goals being in the hearts of every girl and child present within their great, wonderful home.

Briefly doing the math, Silata calculated their ages. Ritilia would be twenty and Dilena sixteen. Immense changes would have befallen both their physical structures, perhaps having rendered them unnoticeable to Silata, just as perhaps she was to them. For all she knew, they may have already crossed paths without recognition. Yet, in that dining hall, taking up the corner table in her shadowy little destination, Silata couldn't have mistaken her.

Ritilia, although having developed in the body to the form of a swell shaped young lady, had not at all endured a transfer of physicals in her darkly attractive face of pure sadism. She was randomly darting a switchblade back and forth over yet another held by a little girl of eight. The two were enjoying this reality-lacking sword fight simulation when the elder of the two glanced up and noticed the approacher. She signalled the child away and then took both the blades, which belonged to her, back into her deepest clutches and sheathed them into their handles. Where they disappeared to next is unknown. But what is certain is that when Ritilia folded her arms and invited Silata to take a seat opposing her, she sure as hell knew who she was.

As Silata sat down, she rolled her eyes all over the development she saw in the hardest focus. Her brunette hair had grown freely down to an unmeasured length between her shoulder blades. Her scalp was artistically ribboned with pink fabric which also kept the rear to her head covered by the hair it tied into a neat, single ponytail. Her eyeshadow was lightly applied and her lipstick as deeply toned as the thickest colour of blood. Her fingernails, undoubtedly as well as her toenails, were also a semblance of this fatal hue. And her hands, when grasping either a blade handle or that of the table edge, conformed to all the rules of a claw's snare.

"Do you remember me?," was Silata's first inquiry while a drink, freshly squeezed orange juice to be exact, was poured and offered her way.

"Ha. Well let's just say I recall you from among a number of many young ladies I once offended for the sake of my orgasms. Lesikie informed me you had arrived. I very much doubted I'd see any of my cousin's old friends again. Yet here I am, seated in the most awkward position before one undoubtedly scarred from my behaviours."

"You have no idea," Silata declared with all the pride of confession.

Ritilia grinned. "My apologies, along with this orange juice, is all I can offer you at this stage. I shall enjoy getting to know you better. If I recall correctly I only saw you once during a weekend some nine years ago. Dilena, only seven at the time yet taught the ropes of sex better by me than by a sexologist's handbook, kidded you into a relationship then frigged me during your breaking point. You weren't upset for long afterward were you?"

"Is nine years what you'd consider long?," Silata asked.

Ritilia smiled, avoiding every serious characteristic to her enemy's speech. "It's good to know I'm talking to someone with an active sense of humour. With that you can combat all the negative effects I may have rubbed off on you. Let's start over as of now. I'm Ritilia, cousin of Dilena Perstin and most hopefully, your friend henceforth."

Silata shook her hand, painfully embracing the claw which felt eager to draw blood from her palm with its scratch-competent nails despite the smooth quality of the young woman's flesh. It was the flesh only that centred in her heated little hand, thus thankfully she drew it away without the consequential lacerations she expected.

"While we're on the topic," Ritilia muttered while searching then offering Silata a refused cigarette. "I believe I should explain my actions more thoroughly. Especially the reason why such an occurrence took place."

"Please do," Silata replied, neither sarcasm, serious demand or casual conversation present in her voice. It was all simply a cold, robotic calculation which equalled absent emotion in every segment of her body. She had nothing but words hollow of all expression to offer the bitch of her past. Especially as her actual meeting with her hadn't yet come around to the fullest believability. Silata was still attempting to convince herself she was actually holding a conversation with her nemesis. Yet the following words she managed to pay close heed to nonetheless.

"Many people, most of these plain idiots, prefer to ignore the fact that inflicting pain plays a very important part in arousal," Ritilia announced, smiling with the most sinister memories returning to her. "I however, have acknowledged all along that causing pain on another plays the greatest role in unleashing one's discharge. Silata, I'm afraid you're just one of some sixty different girls I've caused immense emotional pain to during my childhood. Many of these victories of mine were all thanks to my cousin. Dilena has always had the skill of befriending nearly anyone, then breaking their hearts to stimulate my cunt."

"Well my misery must have surely been a very special gift to you," Silata scowled. "Just tell me though, how the hell can you prefer the tears of children over their discharge. I've loved little girls my entire life. And my sole purpose in engaging in playful activities with them is to worship their bodies from head to toe. And to ensure they feel every single shred as majestic in their physical senses as I see them in my optical ones."

"Well I too share your love of children, yet perhaps for a different reason," Ritilia continued. "I love them for the service they provide me. As do other, more intelligent life forms in Harvirle. Lesikie is to name one. My cousin is another, since I've taught her so well. Yet, on the whole grounds of percentage, we probably don't even make up the half of one in a hundred."

"Yes, it's comforting to know heartless people are a scarcity here," Silata responded in full offensive intent. Yet the accusation of heartless played a better role as a compliment to Ritilia rather than an offence.

"I do understand how rare it is to find people with such a superior way of thinking to the rest," Ritilia resumed. "Yet we can increase our number. Lesikie likes you, and my cousin has never lost her fondness for you. At least not her fondness for the comic side to her recollection of you. So rather than letting the injury live forever, you may as well toughen up and pursue a friendship with us. Very soon, our numbers will expand and we can ensure Harvirle is encouraged to the point of naught but pleasurable dedication to its members. We can expand pleasures, destroy emotions, and live for nothing but sex. Just as the natural human beings were intended to spend their survival time."

"Where did you get that from?," Silata asked. In all truthfulness, the meaning of her recently spoken sentence was, 'where did you ever get the idea I'd desire a friendship with you.' However Ritilia obviously interpreted it as a question to her final sentence.

"Well, human beings are born with many senses and emotions. And we've always wondered of our purpose here on this planet. Well, the answer to that great purpose has been provided all along. It is given to us through the one sense which dominates all others. The one moment in which everything false and meaningless in our hearts are trampled. Fear, anger, sadness, pity, all these emotions and pathetic inventions of the human mind mean absolutely nothing when they battle with the ultimate sense. And that of course is the sex drive. The urge to release our cum, when it dominates everything else, should be the signal to everyone that it is our only purpose in life. Or at least our most important priority."

Silata only momentarily considered this philosophy before banishing it with her everlasting love for Chelsiette and Anisha. "No, the most dominant emotion is love. That's where our true feelings dominate all else. That's the most important function of the human senses. Sexual must come second on the list. How could you ever obtain the idea that sexual release is superior to love and care?"

"Oh I've done my research Silata," Ritilia went on. "As an avid fan of the Marquis de Sade, I've discovered all the facts of life. The Marquis spoke the truth, as he was among the very few people in history to notice the superiority the sex drive holds over all else. That everything should be encouraged for the simple sake of satisfying the urges that grip us so firmly. The urges that shove our every muscle in the direction of our orgasmic destination."

"Yet if it weren't for the sheer stupidity of humanity, the writings of the Marquis would never have been required. For it should have been damn obvious to everyone during their first wet pussy or stiffened dick that there is nothing of a higher power than the beautiful, thoughtless movement to one's natural genital release. Animals can see the truth in that every day. Yet our pathetic invention of morals has made a miserable retardation of our instincts, despite our place at the summit of the food chain."

"That's all quite believable," Silata replied, carefully studying her response as she spoke it. "It's probably even the most certain fact of life, when examined on a basis of heartless yet truthful philosophy. But believe me when I say, from my own painful experiences, that love has always been superior. I loved your cousin and despite all the pain she caused me, the love was beautiful enough to have never died. And neither will my love for my new soul mates ever diminish in its power."

"Oh please, love is an illusion," Ritilia growled. "Even a philosopher like Muireta, by far inferior to myself, can see that for a fact. Just like friendship, it is non-existent, built only around the strong attraction our brain employs when we take a liking to certain physicals or characteristics in our fellow humans. You loved my cousin, that may very well be true. You were pained for nine years because of it, that may also be true. Yet it is true only due to your belief in love's existence. Were you to have seen it as the folly invention it is, you could have saved yourself many of the years you wasted shedding tears for that illusion."

"What I feel for Chelsiette and Anisha is beyond any…," Silata briefly cut herself off as the horror sunk into her focused mind. She had avoided mentioning their names to her during the whole conversation, yet out of a sudden burst of emotion, she leapt to the defence of her own beliefs, therefore dropping the shield which hid their identities. Ritilia was well capable of attempting to draw tears from her yet again by breaking up her new found relationship. Yet soon accepting her regrets and moving forward, she completed her sentence. "…is beyond anything you could possibly dream of. One day you may find a fragment of understanding of the word love, then that will be enough to convince you of your severe errors in philosophy."

"I'm not mentally fragile enough to let myself get glued to anyone. To fear or pity anyone," Ritilia showed the first burst of complete enthusiasm in her speech when she had to fall back to the defence of herself. "Love is false and can be found absolutely anywhere. It may be generated between two humans who've known each other for years. It may be faked for financial benefit as most marriages are. It could occur between a woman and her daughter, a man and his son, a nurse and a toddler, a lonely boy and his dog. It even occurs with what is known as love at first sight. Between two people from entirely separate lifestyles who simply glimpse each other at a public event and live with the memories, although never even locate each other again. A fat cat lady may make love to her several kittens and use their litterbox as a marriage bed."

"It is everywhere and none of it is logical. Not the most deviant nor the most conventional. Simply a lie. A method of withholding the freedom human beings deserve to fuck everything in sight. To commit every act to hurry their discharge. No animal selects a lifetime mate so why should we? Love is for the easily influenced, mentally defective and the religious. But all love is misery. Happiness is found in the complete service to yourself, and most certainly increased at the expense of others."

"If that works for you it's fine, but our expense better not at all be involved in it," Silata snarled. "I've been hurt enough by you already, you scratch me again and I'll scratch back."

"Oh I promise you that your tears wouldn't at all entertain me now. There's something unique about a child's sobbing. It is both humorous and lubricious."

"And I'll also have you know that my two soul mates… no, in fact ALL of Harvirle is off limits to your sadism as well. If I notice one of your sick acts being committed, I'll go straight to Muireta and ensure you're nicely packed off to wherever in the world you belong!"

Ritilia chuckled and casually folded her arms and presented a look of forced sadness. "Silata, you're talking as if we're enemies. We're trying to establish a friendship here, remember? And if you wish to see Dilena again, I'd certainly have more patience for my speeches and my cruelty. Trust me, you'll love her even more now than you did nine years ago. If you thought she was a pretty child, then I must inform you she is beyond a ravishing teenager. Her beauty at the current age of sixteen, is so perfected it is almost ludicrous. I swear to you, even if late to early prepubescence may be your preference, envisioning my cousin will slam your sex drive up to date with those your own age."

"Is that so?," Silata asked, deliberately performing a folly act of veiling her current skyrocketing excitement. And of course libido.

"Although I can't promise it will move forward from there," Ritilia continued. "Dilena's beauty is most likely a temporary effect of her sixteenth year, as it is with most attractive teenagers. From thirteen to sixteen a female is in her most precious state of teenagehood. When you start to venture beyond seventeen, a most horrid womanhood seeps in. Look at me! At twenty years old and still a beauty, don't expect me to not have longing for those years that the most pure beauty existed in me. But that wretched time fact aside, you'll kick yourself to bruises if you don't set eyes on Dilena right now."

"She'll never lose her beauty, I knew that for a fact when I first set eyes upon her," Silata muttered in her voice of bleak, serious intent. "She was the child of a goddess. A goddess herself. I'd commit any crime at her command. I'd kneel at her feet, kiss them, announce my loyalty. I'd have been her servant, her slave. Her piece of trash follower. Yet instead she tore me down to far worse depths than any insult or even a thousand punches in the face could have flung me into. Still, to see that child again, would be a magnificent reality, however dismal."

"You'll never see the child again except in photographs," Ritilia announced. "I have a few of those with me if your memory is in such sharp need of refreshing. As a matter of fact, I myself adored her so thoroughly as a child that most of those photos are now well worn from a constant spatter of discharge. I masturbate to them whenever an orgy can't satisfy me. And so does Dilena, the cute little narcissistic bitch she is."

"I'd love to see them," Silata admitted with thorough desperation showing. "Please. I've had naught but the memory of that heavenly creature for nine years."

"But trust me when I say," Ritilia continued as if she hadn't spoken. "That as a teenager, that little girl you once developed the illusion of love for will now totally blow you away. And hopefully in a manner which is more productive to your sexual release and less saddening of your heart. You'll convince yourself you'll love her now more than ever. The only difference is her age and, if you choose to officially befriend us, the other difference is that you'll never lose her again. You did announce that you'd do absolutely anything for her, correct?"

"Then and now, yes I would!," Silata insisted without even having to be re-introduced to Dilena in her current form.

"Well," Ritilia snickered as she blurted forth the following words with almost precise knowledge of the effect they'd have on her conversational opponent. "If that is true, then should she demand you give Chelsiette and Anisha a farewell from your bed, I'll expect you'll most certainly kick them out and invite her in. Then the conclusion will result in your memorable heaven returned, and those pathetic simulations of it transferred back to the rest of the pack. Right where the two of them belong, as nothing but the service to the pleasure of us superior in age and in thought."

Silata grabbed ahold of the table edge and shoved herself away from the haunting creature before her, nearly tipping up her chair legs in doing so. Had she ended up on her back in the middle of the dining hall, this rather depressing love tale may have indeed switched genres to comedy. Yet she managed to gain stability and begin her backing away with pride, staring icy daggers into her calmly seated nemesis.

"You're a real monster bitch you know that? You can forget all of your suggestions right this second! I have eternal love for Chelsiette and Anisha. As long as I live and throughout death it will never die. We promised to stay hand in hand until the end and that's how it will remain. So you and Dilena can fucking spend the rest of your days wringing the damn tears out of every other child on the planet! But you'll never come near my two girls. My two soul mates are my property just as I am theirs. We are equal, we are free and we're in love. We don't rely on philosophy in order to get to sleep every fricking night!"

"Here we go with the love fantasies again," Ritilia giggled while trying to calmly invite her angered adversary to take a seat again. "Come on Silata, spare me all that false trash. I know you can't help it. You may have a swell brain in your skull but your heart has a mind of its own. And it will continue to control you until you start heeding the natural guidance of lust over the mere invention of love."

"Conversation is over," Silata tried to insist whereupon Ritilia stood up and forcefully snared her collar, somehow managing to cause the most encouraging tone of love in her voice at the same time. In participation with the rest of her shaking face, Silata's lips quivered violently when so close to her enemy's, despite the fact inhaling the scent of her mouthwash wasn't at all unpleasurable.

"Now don't behave like that. We may not exactly agree with each other. Yet I bet a fresh, smooching kiss may put all our differences to bed. Come on now. Avoiding me may feel justifiable to your health, yet eventually we'll be placed in further awkward situations until we can't possibly be out of contact with each other. What if an orgy display demands that you have to suck my asshole or vice versa. Our hesitation will be far more hazardous to our reputation than simply making up for a cruel event which occurred nine years ago."

Silata sighed, seemingly clothed in the beautiful truth behind those words, despite who it was that gave the speech. She'd located her not just for the purpose of seeing Dilena yet again, but also to ensure she could relax in the knowledge of there being not a single enemy of hers sharing Harvirle with her. She didn't want a Lesikie/Ninnie relationship with any other girl in the complex. So it was best to stay close to Anisha and Chelsiette right after confirming there was no hostility between her and this sadistic rascal.

"Fine," Silata gave in and let her eyes slip shut, failing to notice Ritilia signalling someone up behind her. Before she could open them, she suddenly felt a band of fabric seal the lids tight to her pupils. "Oh I'm not exactly enthusiastic enough with you on a familiarity basis to enjoy some blindfolded fun right now," she murmured as she reached behind her head and searched for the knot.

Before her fingers could locate it, she felt her lips press against a very delicate pair belonging to a most impossibly gentle female. It swiftly occurred to her it wasn't Ritilia's mouth, for that bitch was indeed continuing to manage words during the event.

"No peeking Silata, I want you to just enjoy this and see if it brings back memories."

However the knot was finally untied by those swiftly working fingers and, tossing the blindfold aside, Silata's heart leapt in her chest while she envisioned the slightly smaller beauty standing before her. Age sixteen! An age sixteen Dilena Godammit! It was heaven all over again and your most expected, rich description is right on the way to the reader.

Her black hair was kept in its sleek, flowing faultless way like a brilliant spill of the blackest, ripple-absent ocean over her thin little shoulders. That part certainly hadn't altered. Yet her face was now narrow to a degree in which the brilliance of childhood was matured ever so slightly by the most pure teenage development. Her skin had kept its milky-white consummation of the finest title of pale flesh, without a single tan nor burn, to reveal that the great cinder in the sky was still in the infancy of attempting to touch the goddess.

Her eyes, if it were possible, had heightened to such a splendid degree in sharp attractive quality that they almost concealed all her characteristics behind the certain optical gaze of beauty and lust itself. Her cheekbones were fashioned in such a wise that their competent coverage of flesh elevated naught but the unalloyed quality enhancing every facial gift of the excellence behind the pretty teenage child. A beauty with the sharpest venom to infect to full sin the genitals of males and females alike.

As for her body, it was akin with other teenagers. Her breasts, about a third of Silata's size, were kept in an almost flat contact with her chest while protruding forth two very eagerly erected nipples. She stood naked before Silata, these details therefore well obtainable. Her thighs now had the brilliant enhancement of flesh to be labelled as the hottest teen legs whilst her hip was hugged tight by a skirt. Yet entirely naked, they still came up to a most beautiful physical agreement with her shocking, gaze-electrifying cunt which the presentation of would zap an instant movement to even the most sodomy obsessed individual's groin. And to a lesbian, most especially to Silata, the desire to have one's mouth present in the art of engulfing that precious, mildly haired area was an instant and never forgotten impulse. If it was possible to recognize a clit, Silata would swear the oath that Dilena's precious little spot had not at all endured change or unattractive development since she last saw it.

Her belly was smooth, pale and acquired every definition of wondrous. Running one's hand down it, you'd feel the softest flesh about the most taut torso that your palm would fail to successfully grip thanks to its slimness. And behind that lovely rectangle beneath her tits and above her groin, you could very well feel the dampness of light sweat introducing arousal and ever constant, heated young blood at full rush about the body you fondled. You could say the same for her perfected buttocks, adding the fact that there was a comfortable abundance of soft flesh residing in those humps sheltering her anus, yet by no means absent of the youthful milky skin strained to the most taut degree possible.

Last of all, the worse you could possibly do in the attempt to escape her beauty was to look down. For then you'd most certainly notice her feet and there were perhaps no others to share a beauty contest with them. Her toes were now lengthy with teen quality yet still pulled tight to the rest of her feet with the remaining trait in a kid's sacred skill of staying small and child-like. In an exact resemblance to a thirteen year old model's they were. The toes were painted the most absurd orange, yet no colour applied there, not even brown or an ugly grey could succeed in removing their excellence. Only advancement would be the outcome of the worst to prettiest nail paints. With the heels and soles also present in the art of slender, seductive shape, was there anything more on the grounds of higher beauty you could request of a female?

Silata drew away from those lips, knowing continuing the kiss would only extend the period of miserable memory she'd have of the perfect taste of arousing magic they left in her mouth. She steadied out her breathing yet still didn't reply for almost two minutes, in which time the pretty female before her patiently endured.

"Dilena?," she finally questioned softly.

"Hi Silata," her greeting sounded identical to the cheeky little manner she'd addressed her in from her swimming pool during her first weekend visit.

"Is it really you? Is it Dilena Perstin I'm speaking to right now?," Silata demanded.

"The same," Dilena replied sweetly, her voice taking on a more mature tone (which amongst it was filled with teenage giggles) during the actual action of making speech. Silata listened to all she had to say and upon picking up very obvious resemblances to her cousin's manner during her every moving feature or pronounced word, she found it hard to remain entirely under the wave of obsession with her. The voice brought back the reminders of her abundant fragments of mocking cruelty during their past conversations as children. The mockery, the only part of Dilena she efficiently hated, was still as present now as it was back then. Along with those horrific resemblances to her cousin, the voice she was hearing presented a stabbing replication to the few final sentences spoken to her at the end of their childhood relationship. 'I'm a princess and I'm relieving you of your service you pathetic slave.' No, absolutely nothing had changed in tone since that sentence had been spoken.

In short, hearing a voice entirely discarded of innocence and now in the complete state of identical insolence to her cousin, removed some of that huge cascading avalanche of reunited love. For all she was listening to now was a cheeky teenage voice inspired to its fullest corruption by the mentor Ritilia, who stood such a short and proud onlooking distance of centimetres from her.

"Silata, I did very much regret what happened between us. But now that we can see each other again we should be able to look back on it with nothing but humor. I dumped you, so what? We were only kids at the time. I was still fricking experimenting. But now I have to admit, kissed by you on the grounds of Harvirle, I think I've truly seen your real beauty for the first time."

"That's nice," Silata responded darkly, her lust causing her to fondle the naked breasts before her. Oh how she could have done that forever had her instincts not withdrawn them. The instincts responding to the reflex her love for Chelsiette and Anisha had ensured was impregnated within her heart upon their very first meeting. "But I'm afraid seeing you again was an act of only brief curiosity. We may see each other again on the grounds of lust, but right now I have two soul mates to attend to. Two little girls who, despite the difference in age between them and yourselves, at least carry the intelligence to recognize love as one of this world's truths." Silata, after snaring each of their precious hands and viciously shaking them, announced firmly into both their faces a great sentence to title her restraint. "Very pleased to meet the two of you again."

And without heed even being paid to the light touch Dilena's sweet little palm applied to her shoulder, Silata dismissed their voices upon turning away and walked. Walked a simply forgetful distance from her memorable heaven.

But to avoid lying and leaving this chapter as a strong pat on the back for her firm fortification of her love elsewhere, the truth was the clarity of the following sentence. She felt identical to having swallowed a dozen nails.

Chapter 12

It was exactly five weeks following on from their arrival that all truly went to shit. The occurrence of that sickeningly foreseen revolution Roselotte was obsessing over came to full completion. Several disasters followed, many of which Silata would carry a difficult weight with her throughout. The horror of being separated from her two main loves. Chelsiette and Anisha, now proven superior to everything Dilena ever was, she could never dream of losing them. For that dream would be a nightmare, yet hopefully not one which would come true.

It was distinctly recalled as the argument between Lesikie and Ninnie. Yes, such events of negativity continued and would be titled as that which commenced the saddening events. Silata had only left her corridor for the usual morning ritual, having spent a perfected timeframe on her toilette so the breakfast orgy would be thoroughly pleased.

Lesikie stood in the hallway, arms folded and a sneer upon her lips. She had accosted aside the poor little Ninnie, who was hugging a bruise on her cheek and weeping her eyes dry. Silata was instantly prepared to spring to the physical defence of the child, only to hear and heed the words of Lesikie, who despite her scarcely clothed body, was never prepared to let a glimpse of sympathy be shown along with everything else on display.

"Listen, you can go tell Muireta and everyone else that I dealt you that self inflicted bruise. But you know full well you're a messed up kid and until you start officially speaking of your past, you can't expect to ever get rid of it. My cruel words only wish to help a disturbed little bitch like yourself. You can't continue your endless sobbing for your sister. You have other sisters here. A whole sisterhood of them if you merely look around."

"Why can't you just leave me alone?," Ninnie sobbed, rubbing her cheek below where her eyes stared reddened, puffy daggers toward her insulter. "Lesikie, I don't want to fucking talk about it. Why should I have to?"

"What's going on?," Silata interrupted, regretting the dismal shady look she caused to cross the eyes of Ninnie, this mainly because she'd physically stationed herself closer to Lesikie's side upon her intervention.

Not surprisingly, it was Lesikie who explained, being superior in both age and energy. "I found this disturbed little cow hitting into herself when she left her room this morning. My darling friend Eliska, who was her bed-sister for the night, was trying desperately to comfort her. To console her for something which is obviously a personal, mental mishap on her part. So I told Eliska to leave her alone. Whereupon this miserable little wretch attempted to attack me. Punched my midsection quite a lot as you can see."

Lesikie didn't need to lift her garments in any way for her belly, among many other things, was on perfect display to Silata's view. And indeed there were light red punch marks inflaming there, but the mild type of which the skin would probably forget by the afternoon.

"But you won't leave me alone!," Ninnie cried, her misery heightening as well as the hysterical panting in her troubled voice.

Lesikie returned her cry with a glare. "I never said anything to you this morning! I just wanted to ensure you didn't lay all your emotions onto Eliska. She's one of the only girls here who isn't blinded by the obligation to feel sympathy for others. She's the only child who I've trained to never interrupt arousal by a sign of reluctance to please me. Listen closely Ninnie, you have plenty of friends here to cry all night long with you. But you're not taking Eliska away from me. She's my special pleasure engine and that's that!"

"Excuse me," Silata for once intruded sharply on an argument made by Lesikie. "I happen to recall Muireta telling me when I arrived that no girl owns another in this complex."

"Silata, please. I thought we had an understanding. Can you not see the problem resides in this worthless little child standing before us who in every single manner, from head to foot, simply refuses to grow up!"

That by far was more than enough and Ninnie shoved past her to flee the corridor. Who knew where she was heading. Who cared? Well, only Silata cared as a matter of fact. For despite all the protests of Lesikie, Silata was the only concerned bystander who followed Ninnie upon her disembarking. She ran into her only when the child was a few centimetres from the front sliding doors.

"Where are you going?," she cried upon grasping her arm.

Ninnie angrily shook it off. "Go away! Let me leave. I can't stay here with that fricking bitch in my home. This place used to be my home. Now it neither gives a shit for me nor acts homely at all."

Silata embraced her, refusing all her attempts to pull away, for they were merely the smothered signs of a weak refusal to be warmed by her offerings. Silata was intent to resume the hug. However, had she known that both Anisha and Chelsiette were passing by on a lobby trip behind her, she'd have let go instantly. Both girls had simply ventured down for exploration, hand in hand. And upon seeing the third member of their group embracing Ninnie, they were both shocked and damaged in every way.

For it wasn't a simple embrace they were witnessing. Silata's sympathy had indeed gotten the better of her and she was cuddling Ninnie out of sheer purpose to comfort. Yet, in appearance, she was embracing her the way one embraces a long lost loved one. And Anisha and Chelsiette, witnessing this, both felt their hearts sink. The hearts which had long been raised in the company of Silata. A damaging sentence which, thanks to its low audio luckily didn't cause any damage at the time, was spoken by Chelsiette. Indeed by the darling little Chelsiette who entered the elevator doors with an agreeing Anisha beside her.

"Jesus! Silata's in love again. She can't possibly love us equally. If she brings another girl into our special threesome… it just won't be love anymore."

"She's confused," Anisha replied, just as confused herself as to whether or not she intended her sentence in defence of Silata or as an outright insult. Thanks to her mysterious personality and her own mystery toward her own words, no one will ever know precisely what she meant. Yet she travelled upstairs in solemn silence with the angered Chelsiette nonetheless.

Finally Silata unleashed Ninnie from her embrace, cleaning her tear spattered eyes for her with a tissue. Had they been the weeping eyes of Chelsiette and Anisha, love would have powered her to wipe the leaking globes clean with her tongue itself. Yet Ninnie, simply a friend, and on Silata's part a very bad friend, was worthy of more traditional means of comfort.

"Listen, just avoid Lesikie. She's never known your pain so she doesn't understand. Hell, even I don't know your pain. I may have lost my mother, who I did indeed love strongly, yet I haven't spent a single day missing her nor regretting my decision to flee home. However, you obviously miss your sister very much. So I can't pretend to know how you feel. But I beg of you to come back upstairs. If you need a pair of bed-sisters, feel free to sleep with me and one of my lovers tonight. Both Chelsiette and Anisha like you a lot. I hope you know that. Plenty of girls here like you."

Ninnie wiped her eyes herself this next time and turned toward the door without reply. Who knows where that stumbling child was heading nor to what purpose or destination. It was never recounted for an act of pure intervention occurred which would seem almost fairy-tale-like in its convenience. Yet, if you are to be informed of the truth, it was common for Ninnie to break down most mornings and travel as far as the lobby in her intent to get away from everyone. In her mere intent to pray for her sister.

Yet two significant occurrences differed on this particular day, other than Silata chasing after her. The first was the fact she'd never truly been serious about leaving before. And the second was that her prayers were actually answered. Appearing upon the other side of that door and charging through to embrace her little sis was a most pleasing arrival.

Ninnie didn't know what to say and perhaps could have fainted. Or broke down in the insisting of a mere mirage's occurrence. So it was lucky that her sister was the one with plentiful words to say and an entire explanation to fit this impossible convenience.

"Ninnie my sweetheart, Muireta called me exactly a week ago, telling me all the difficulties you were having here. Please don't get over excited, my visit is only temporary. I can only stay for the day. Dad said I have to be home by tomorrow morning. But I can't stand to hear about your troubles any longer. So I've come to just perhaps spend the day with you. Can you show me to your room?"

Ninnie, at first as stiff as a statue, finally fell into the comforting arms of the arriving young lass and was silent in her pure happiness the rest of the morning. As she passed by her, her sister darted a poisonous stare of hatred toward Silata. She must have been informed that the entire construction of Harvirle was a cause of her sister's troubles, including all its inhabitants. Yet despite the anger shown, Silata was purely glad she didn't feel it her duty to have to prevent Ninnie from leaving. Someone else could remind her of the luck of her situation and her persisting safety here in Harvirle.

She turned away from the brief yet joyous reunion and ventured upstairs to the breakfast hall. On the way, she recalled all the classy details of Ninnie's beautiful sister, whose name was Gelsina. Her physical identity included the age of fifteen, which provided a perfect pair of budding breasts. Her skin was tanned yet the flesh still wonderful and unscarred. Her face, while mildly bruised, still had all the splendid quality of a young girl's innocence. Yet it was her eyes which showed a darker, vicious intent for survival. Coming from a home life like hers, there wasn't one part of her body which hadn't been strengthened at least by literal emotional muscles and figurative physical ones. In that sense, while her arms and legs may not have shown those muscles, whenever a punch or kick from her collided with its target, they would feel it like the most deliberate strike of a hercule.

Silata was especially glad that her recent comforting of Ninnie hadn't placed her on Gelsina's bad side. As for Lesikie, well, she could only warn her well to keep the coast clear from them both. Or else perhaps the light red marks on her belly may elevate to the blackest bruise mountains.

Silata nevertheless, sat down to a very troublesome breakfast as you can imagine. Neither Chelsiette nor Anisha spoke above silent little, casual whispers to her. Muireta kept the conversation alive with her multiple intelligent philosophies against conservatism. Her every word was reinforced with strong meaning and she brought forth very logical arguments. The remaining conversation consisted of discussing anything apart from Ninnie. With her deadly punch-packing sister in the complex, no one dared speak so much as a squeak either for or against her.

When this discussion finally drew to a close, Silata's insides felt to be burning with desire for an explanation of both Chelsiette's and Anisha's actions. Neither had spoken a word to her in their usual manner during the whole dining. So, on basically an empty stomach chock full of naught but worry, she drew them aside and invited them into a bed chamber. The two of them, almost like the simultaneous twin sister minxes of evil, folded their arms in sync and stared with bitterness toward her as she begun her inquiry. Which was nothing further than five words.

"Have I done something wrong?"

Chelsiette took a deep, shaking little breath before commencing. "We saw you with Ninnie. You didn't just look like you were playing with her. You actually looked like you loved her."

"I was embracing her because she was deeply upset. It wasn't exactly a playful thing," Silata responded, entirely positive in her defence despite her deepening anxiety.

"Well, it looked exactly how it is whenever you cuddle one of us," Anisha insisted, using her words very gently despite their harsh accusations. "Do you want to bring a fourth person into our love triangle?"

"Not at all," Silata replied, her voice wavering upon the next line she'd most certainly regret speaking. "Unless of course you want to…"

Chelsiette turned away and charged from the room, taking that as a certainty for Silata's intent to involve another. Her misery was carefully veiled behind her anger and she blocked out all of her friend's pleas for her return.

"Just forget we're angry for a second," Anisha went on, her eyes narrowing in the demand for a straight forward answer once her partner had left. "Just think carefully about bringing another girl into our love. If it keeps happening we'll lose our strong bond. And you said that we should always try to keep that as the most important priority. So it really doesn't make any sense for you to suddenly go searching for another child to love. You said several times we were the only two for you."

"Hey listen! Can we just get over this misunderstanding already?," Silata demanded, her voice now entirely irritated by the fact her two soul mates had expanded an innocent topic all the way to anger.

"Sure, I can," Anisha promised, gently rubbing her upon one shoulder while her eyes persistently betrayed fear for Chelsiette. Silata, then feeling responsible for the misunderstanding nonetheless, passionately played some kisses over Anisha's knuckles and promised her in a soothing whisper.

"Don't worry, I'll sort this all out in no time."

As Silata swore this to Anisha in that secluded little bed chamber, two other girls of interest were enjoying each other's company elsewhere. Ninnie and Gelsina's reunion ought to now steal our attention, thanks to its great portion of significance.

Gelsina always adored her younger sister, and after having merely been directed to her specific room, she did all the explorations on her own. Or at least, with no audio descriptive qualities from her sister, whose enthusiasm for such things had been shocked out of her system. She simply couldn't fully establish belief in the fact her sister was finally here. And now that it was certainly crowned with truth, she stuck close by her every single available second. She would not allow her to explore any part of the premises without having one of her superior arms linked about one of her little ones. So Gelsina soon quit the exploration and set herself to comforting her darling relative.

Ninnie sat upon the bed, pretty as ever in her pyjama garments. Her midriff was displayed and everything else seductively hidden by the black suit of nightwear, dotted with purple smudges of fabric ink. Even the darling feet at the end of her body were concealed behind a pair of slippers, purple and matching her pyjama pattern, shaped front wise into some construction of a child's cartoon character. Her hands had been gently treated to manicure's by her closest friend in the complex, Celestia. Every nail was cherry red. It was Celestia who'd also ensured the two girls, who had refused to dine with the rest, had received their breakfast in this room.

Gelsina knelt before her on the carpeted floor, a hand upon either of her sister's knees as she spoke almost from under her, enacting the role of both the guardian and the servant. "Listen Ninelta," she called her by her full name, perhaps simply to differ from the manner in which all the other careless characters in Harvirle had reffered to her by alias. "I know you might be finding it difficult here. But I intend to ensure you won't be frowning when I leave you tomorrow morning. So let us enjoy the day while we can."

Ninnie, who hadn't quite processed her words about the shortness of her stay until recently, nearly broke afresh into tears. Before this could happen, Gelsina cradled her hand and took her into her embrace. Plentiful times before these two had experimented sexually together, starting at first as a mere escape from the sickly, dick-filled universe of their father and his abusive friends. Then, developing forward as their caresses became habitual as a means of escape, it soon turned into the most throbbing, unrelieved lust.

The relief came only after the first time they'd engaged in a sex act together. It had produced wonderful waterfalls of naught but caring, devoted arousal from the cunt of Gelsina. And from Ninnie's, especially immature at that time, a surprising amount of trickles had emerged in response to her sister's sticky dispersal.

It was in each other's arms and bathed in each other's discharge which brought about the lesbian sexual career for them both. And Gelsina, no matter how many times she was intruded by her worthless excuse for a father, embracing her sister afterward would make up for all the horrific troubles. Until she'd sent her away to Harvirle, Gelsina had basically accepted her younger sister as her bed partner. So there was nothing unfamiliar or new in their caresses. And to especially take their minds off the certain unpleasant aspects of the current situation, the two girls frigged themselves for a decent time to do away with pain by introducing arousal.

Straight after this, they commenced setting about a cozy evening, gathering all materials which would be required for it. They had a kettle brought to their room and borrowed several doonas from the spare bed chambers. After re-carpeting the floor into a complete sea of comfort with the blankets stretching wide across the ground from wall to wall, the two of them could fling themselves anywhere in such a comfortable refuge and unite their fall with nothing but softness.

"Here, let's jazz up our room-like cubby house a little," Gelsina suggested fondly as she plugged in a CD player and they either danced to the music or rolled about to it. There was complete freedom, as if in a jumping castle, to land one's body anywhere and not be bruised. Long into the night the two enjoyed their loud volume songs, caring very little should the other residents complain of it. As if in special sympathy for the two of them, no one muttered a single annoyed grunt. Or perhaps it was the raw fear of Gelsina which kept complaining lips sealed.

The late evening orgy didn't cease until one in the morning, yet Ninnie refused to sleep and miss a single second of her sister's company. So the two of them stayed awake with their music still playing until four in the morning. If any other girl was bothered by the audio, they'd simply fuck their bed-sister in a frenzy which would drain them of so much girl-cum that sleep would be inevitable to their exhausted bodies.

Dead exhausted at last and lying beside each other, Ninnie interrupted sleep just before it could consume them. "Hey sis," she murmured sweetly, gently tugging Gelsina's almost motionless hand. "I'll show you around now. No one's awake so no one will bother us."

Despite natural exhausted protests, Gelsina got to her feet beside her younger child-relative and explored down the corridor with her, creeping quietly passed Silata's room then Anisha's. If ever there was a case of tiptoeing, it occurred with these girls when passing by Lesikie's. Then finally, at the end of the hall they disembarked to explore the orgy room. Evidence of the excitement which occurred there was still very much absent of clean up. In fact, the room itself wasn't even absent of fellow residents.

Kurmil, the obese maid she was and of complete responsibility to keep the place clean, was sleeping directly in the orgy rooms centre. Her naked body may have been a lump of repulsive swells of fat, yet she held two little charms to her chest, also naked. The gorgeous Catina was sleeping under her left arm, snuggled up close to her blubber. On the other was Madelini, who'd actually dozed off with one of the maid's sagging tits in her mouth as if she were a puppy suckling its mother.

These people were also tiptoed around by the two darling explorers. And although Ninnie knew the place off by heart, her elevated state of nervous anxiety almost rendered her as foreign to the relaxed environment as her sister was.

It was on the other side of the orgy room, in the empty hallway between the rows of bed chambers that they finally halted and embraced again, at last glad to finally be consumed by privacy.

"Oh sis, why can't you stay here? I need you so badly. More than the sun needs its flames."

Gelsina stared down at her baby sister with gentle eyes, knowing now they'd at last gotten to the topic of her leaving, which would be less than four hours away. Best to confront it while they had time to confront it at all. Yet, ultimately, speaking of it would surely lead to more pain only. But Gelsina struggled through it.

"I'd love to stay here, I'd sacrifice the world to be with you," Gelsina promised, kissing her sister directly to the lips. She invited her into a dancing posture and they slowly skipped and twirled about the room, mainly to remove the heaviness of their conversation by having it in a state of light play.

"Then why can't you stay?," Ninnie demanded, scarcely concentrating on her dance moves at all. She left it entirely up to her sister to hold the responsibility of ensuring her feet landed in the right places. Under her muscular figurative wings, the little angel was positive she couldn't trip up.

Gelsina replied slowly, expelling the truth with every segment of regret infecting her voice. "As it turns out, the bastard (referring in a right manner to her father) will not have me leave our house at all these days. He only agreed to let me out if it was to see you. But my visits to you, among the only times in my life I can now enjoy the sunshine, have to be as swift as lightning. So therefore, this small amount of time I've spent with you today is considered an entire year in his eyes. So the good news is, for just a couple of seconds to say hi or perhaps a minute-long phone call, I'll be able to see you in the future as well. But things are forever stuck this way I'm afraid."

"What the fuck's wrong with him?," Ninnie demanded, her voice horrifically fragile as their dance moves resumed. "I hate him! I hate him so god damn much!"

Gelsina sighed. "He's insane. Even worse than insane, he's motivated by conservatism. He believes by keeping me forever in his sight, then I'll never get knocked up by a boy. Or have a minute to enjoy my life as a teenager. He even told me in the coldest words that if I don't conform to the law and his law especially, then he'll kill me and come here to take you back. That's the worst scenario possible. For me to die without knowing what danger has befallen you. So that's why I can never leave home. I'll have to struggle through life in the wretched ways of this society with him as my motivator. And on the outside, all those judgemental idiots will assume I'm just a spoilt brat and that he's a good father."

"Then please," Ninnie whined, forcibly halting their dancing so her words could be taken in directly. "Stay here! If we're to die, at least let us die together."

"That will bring him straight to this place," Gelsina warned. "Hey may be a vicious incestuous sex criminal, but he'll dig up enough dirt on Muireta to gain the upper hand. Then who knows what will become of this place. Of your home. And of us."

"I don't care, I need you. I need to know you're safe. Please don't leave. I'll just die if you do," Ninnie hugged her about the waist, shedding tears endlessly.

Well, at least endlessly until they were finally ceased by Gelsina embracing her back and most likely agreeing to the doom of the structure they were currently standing in. "Okay honey, I'll stay with you baby sis."

The following day this wretched villain came to pick them both up. Reilo was among the thinnest men on this planet, skinny to almost a skeletal state. His hair was simply a grey patch of steel coloured stalks. His face was craftily unwrinkled about the cheeks yet with lines of age inhabiting everywhere else.

Although intoxication had recently cost him his job as a lawyer, he wore a business suit nonetheless. It was a horrible colour which matched his hair and in every way as boring as the minds of society's creators. The suit was the only way to keep the conformist look about him. The rest betrayed his true disastrous nature, as a scoundrel who bashed women and raped every hole that the law would veil for him. As a man of the law, bending it to service himself was indeed a useful advantage he frequently employed. And covering one's sickening activity behind a good reputation was just a common conservative trait, held very dear by rich criminals.

And ever was he a rich criminal indeed. Yet he'd hidden most of his wealth from Gelsina to the extent she actually believed him poor. However, when he advanced through those automatic doors the following day, it was obvious he'd come prepared for something. He'd planned out the following events almost with the precise intent of taking advantage of a civilization of females.

"Well well, so this is Harvirle," he murmured, strolling through the lobby in almost a good state of humour.

Roselotte instantly leapt up when she noticed him and started toward the evil bastard in a response to his approach. She fanned out her arms in a gesture to encourage him away. "Get out! No males! Get fucked you creepy loser."

"I sent my daughter here yesterday. I need her back right now," he glanced around, noticing the small crowd which had emerged from the elevator to watch this confrontation. It was surprising to find that Ninnie and Gelsina had also come down to face him head on. Silata, despite her recent awkward situation with her two soul mates, clutched them closer to her than ever before.

"Listen," Reilo began, staring directly back into Roselotte's eyes. "I know exactly what goes on here. I was informed of it by an adversary of my daughters. You can't expect to imprison these young ladies here and not find them whoring off with some male somewhere. They need dick and I gave it to one in return for the confirmation of the illegal activities taking place here. Your traitorous bitch, to save you the trouble of trying to work it out, is standing right at the back of the elevator. Precisely trying to escape your accusing gazes I assume."

As Silata turned to face her with the crowd, she noticed two things for the first time. One was that Lesikie was cowering. And two was that she had tears in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she cried. "I didn't know he was serious. I only went out with him last night so I could have a break from being considered the bad girl around here. I thought he was joking. Please tell me you're joking Reilo. You're only here to pick up your daughters right?"

Reilo laughed heartily. "You told me everything I needed to know. Even video evidence. Now don't go cowering out of fright my dear little Lesikie. Stand over here and join me. Just like we agreed last night, you're just as much a part of this crime as I am."

"But I didn't want to…," and Lesikie now was showing hysterical regrets amongst her heavy breathing emotion. Her face was ripe red with blushing horror. Never before was an upset so great in a person of such a strong, sadistic lack of empathy. "I didn't mean anything I said last night I was just so… so fucking angry!"

"Well you said everything anyway," Reilo growled. "You may have regretted it then tried to dissuade me straight after. In fact, it was only after I made you unleash your orgasm that you started to have your emotional breakdown. Guess it goes to show, if you want to crack a sadist, crack their arousal and then the sense pours in. You may have told all these idiot bitches that you have no sympathy. Yet you're showing it now for all of them to witness. Ha! Looks like it came just a little too late."

By now, as you can well imagine, the entire crowd was turning on Lesikie. The girls all shouted horrific insults. Not just to the fact that they'd been betrayed but also to the fact that they'd finally caused a wound in her impossible stone skinned character, and now they had to pour in the infection while they had the chance. "Stupid sick bitch! Idiot! You rotten cunt! Betraying trash slut!"

Lesikie sunk to her knees in the back of the elevator and curled up into a ball. Kurmil, standing closest to her, heaved her chest and brought up the greatest glob of saliva such an obese gorilla of a person could elevate to their chest. Then the old maid, not only avenging herself for all the times she'd been called ugly and forced to the submissive role by the young girl cowering before her, but also for all the other girls she'd bullied, opened her jaws. She darted that bucket load of spit straight into the little bitch's carefully straightened blonde hair and the crowd actually managed a cheer.

Meanwhile, still smiling, Reilo resumed his rant. "So, with all the information I need in the right place, I will now give you an option. Either I get both my daughters back with no questions or legal matters involved, or I simply report you all and have your wonderful little orgy castle raided and destroyed. Your choice."

"I'll give you a choice now," Roselotte's booming voice intruded. As he'd been staring toward the commotion the whole time, Reilo failed to even register the movements of the women standing before him. Her leg came up and kneed him in the stomach. Then the revolver she'd withdrawn from her back pocket smashed over his temple. His knees quivered and he dropped to all fours before her. Another cheer emerged from the crowd.

"Oh you bitch," he growled, swiping the blood from the side of his face as he remained bent before her. "You'll pay for that."

"You're the one who is going to pay. Pay dearly motherfucker!," Roselotte yelled, keeping the gun aimed directly to his cranium. "You're to leave now and never return. You'll never see your daughters again nor this place. If we have to go to court, we will. With all the evidence of abuse you've subjected your daughters to, you'll be ruining your life at the same time you'll ruin all of ours. You talk shit about us, we talk shit about you until the whole world realises that rich, sexist, molesting, conservative scum like yourself are made up of nothing BUT SHIT!"

The crowd of girls cheered one last time, all their features showing complete, supportive happiness save for three. The first was of course the miserable Lesikie, who couldn't cheer if the world depended on her. And the other two were Dilena and Ritilia. Instead of cheering, they were just smirking at the entire situation, feeling sadistically aroused on their neutral ground. All violence and arguments were entertaining to them.

Roselotte snarled one last word of warning. "And you'll be taking that bitch Lesikie with you too. As of now she's exiled!"

"Somehow I think my idea's much better," Reilo suddenly spoke up, standing casually. However as he did so, he grabbed ahold of the gun at the same time and pointed it upward yet on an angle which opposed his direction. In an instinctive response to the assault, Roselotte fatally pulled the trigger and a bullet zipped right through her head, plunging in from beneath her chin and exiting through the top of her skull.

A silence fell as Roselotte collapsed and Reilo chuckled, snatching up the revolver as if merely retrieving a dropped handkerchief. "This is my idea," he announced with the clearest yet darkest voice. "I'm neither going to take this to court nor bother about retrieving my daughters. Rather I'm just gonna subjugate all you bitch women until you're naught but my servants. Then I'm gonna subject this place to new management!"

Chapter 13

After being stationed in Muireta's office, Reilo was temporarily satisfied. Then upon the middle floor, gathered between all the bed chambers, Muireta herself held an emergency conference. This didn't occur until after dinner, when they assumed their new boss was perhaps in a slumber in his office. Downstairs, Kurmil had set about quickly disposing of Roselotte's body in case more unwanted guests arrived.

"Alright girls listen up," she began slowly and steadily. She neither required a tissue to wipe her dry, focused eyes nor a mouthful of alcohol to reduce the terrifying seriousness of the situation. "This is indeed one of our most impossibly difficult times. But do remember, if Harvirle survives this it can survive anything. So we should work towards overcoming it and banish surrendering from our mind as if it were never an option. The man sitting in the office above me right now has dug up some serious dirt on us. Whether his employment as a lawyer is still official or not doesn't matter. If he sends just one of those video tapes of our orgies to the police, then he's won. So until we figure out how to combat this peril, it's essential I let him sit in that office of mine for the time being."

"Well we wouldn't be in this peril if it weren't for this fucking little slimy slut," Kenita angrily pointed to Lesikie, who despite all their harsh words and objections to her company, had followed them upstairs. "She went and slept with that loser and has basically ended all our lives. All of our futures are doomed thanks to her and her sudden burst of anger at Ninnie. Simply because you took a disliking to her emotional fragility."

Kenita now directly addressed Lesikie.

"I don't give a shit if you felt bad afterwards. You never showed any sympathy for Ninnie so don't expect to receive any now. Just like Roselotte said, you're exiled bitch!"

"Roselotte's not the boss," Muireta cut in firmly.

"Well she's not anything but a corpse now thanks to her!," Kenita continued to point every last dagger of her hatred at the cowering traitor. As she did so, she suddenly aimed her gaze to where Ninnie and Gelsina leaned against the nearest table, still in each other's embrace. "Gelsina! If you've always wanted to punish the person who has made your little sister's life miserable here, then she's cowering right there! You can have first punch before we toss her from the window."

"Kenita, while I respect your anger, I think you should leave it for the man who is actually going to tear this place apart," Muireta intruded on her ranting. "He can't be negotiated with. I don't take him for an idiot. Only an idiot could be negotiated with in his position. He has control over a place where an abundance of young girls are entirely at his command. He wouldn't sacrifice it for cash nor for a few sex favours. Not even for his own daughters. And I'm directly opposed to the idea of surrendering any of our individuals over to him for the sake of saving the team. I'm so very proud of you all and I still love you all, including you Lesikie. So sacrificing any one of us for the sake of the majority is an option cancelled out. There's only one way to deal with this."

"How?," everyone demanded the answer in sync.

"We're still the majority. So we can overpower him some way. He assured me that in the event of either his death or disappearance, the police will instantly get ahold of the evidence against us and take down Harvirle."

"How is it possible to get the evidence to the cops if he's dead?," Vesina asked in her adorable little logical voice. At this point Muireta had to step down from where she summoned the crowd and walked over to Lesikie, merely for the sake of protection.

Lesikie, still on her knees and weeping, cuddled close to her master's leg. The entire night prior to this she'd spent awake in miserable horror, terrified of what would become of her when Muireta found out about her naughty little divulging of Harvirle's secrets. Now she was thoroughly surprised by the words spoken by the leader herself. The warmth they gave her cold, frightened little body was among the only garments of comfort the place around her would so much as throw her way now. She knew the only woman in the building ready to provide her forgiveness in this moment was standing right beside her, prepared to fight away all the instant anger which would be kindled by the following words.

"Reilo has informed me he has an accomplice among us who is ready to mail the tape to the cops and ruin Harvirle should anything happen to him," Muireta announced the truth. "We have to make sure no girl leaves this room right now, for that accomplice is certainly seated somewhere amongst us in this present second."

"It's Lesikie! It has to be that rotten little bitch, let me at her!," Kenita cried, getting forced away by the protective Muireta. Jessila and Celestia also advanced, Muireta angrily waving them back with the most cruel scowl she'd ever given those girls.

"If Lesikie admits to being the accomplice right now, then I'll forgive her and it's problem solved. So Lesikie," she reached down and gently wiped one trail of tears away from her eyes before asking in a soft voice. "Are you?"

Lesikie bit her lip in fright yet shook her head.

"Then I'll take her word for it that she isn't, and you all better take it too," Muireta bellowed to every angry young face present in the room. "For when you think about it, having Lesikie as an accomplice would be way too obvious. A huge error on Reilo's part. For as far as he was concerned before he went upstairs to my office, we exiled Lesikie. So it has to be someone else judging by the sure way he spoke of himself. Someone who will definitely remain on the inside. Perhaps even one of us with a good reputation would be the finest reassurance."

At this point every single girl in the entire building was darting glances everywhere, firing accusations at the eyes of some while turning away in nervous fright from the silent accusatory assaults of others.

Silata however, only kept staring at the two she felt almost certain to be guilty. Dilena and Ritilia. Or at least just Ritilia. After all, each and every one of Lesikie's cold, sadistic philosophies had been taught to her by the senior sadist. Ritilia was Harvirle's senior sadist. A girl who'd been a selfish little minx her entire life and who'd especially enjoyed the crying and pain of others. It only made perfect sense to her cruel humour and orgasmic needs that she have a place torn down which was home to such a large portion of innocent young girls. Why, most certainly after such a deed was done, Ritilia would have a very pleasant memory to masturbate herself off to sleep with every night from now.

Silata's combination of grudge and instinct told her with certainty that Ritilia was the traitor. And after comparing the embarrassment of being proven wrong next to the horror of having her only happy home taken away from her, she decided to instantly expose her knowledge on this theory.

"Muireta!," Silata cried, pointing to where Ritilia was casually slumped against the wall. "There's your fricking traitor! Allow me to explain all that I know. That bitch gets off on the misery of others. She told me so herself. Every single ill deed Lesikie was brainwashed into committing was carefully preached to her from Ritilia. She has neither sympathy nor empathy for anyone here. It's only on her cunt's release she is focused, which requires causing as much emotional agony to others as she can inflict. Trust me, I would not lie about this. Her sadistic ways once made me fall in love with her cousin, simply so she could tear that love away from me and force me to live every year since that day in the agony of the memorable heaven of that experience."

She suddenly turned her full attention to the half frowning, half wide eyed girl standing beside Ritilia. "I've always loved you Dilena. I've also always wondered if you've ever regretted turning my emotions over to your cousin's pleasure when you could have always kept them for yourself. And I'd have loved every inch of skin on your body. Yet thanks to you bitch, you took her from me!"

Her sudden rant of extreme proportions was once again fired straight at the smirking Ritilia.

"You took her from me and now you want to take my home from me as well. Muireta! Please believe me. It's that bitch right over there! The bitch I'm pointing at right now! The bitch who tore my life to shreds. Her name's Ritilia and she's the traitor. I rest my fucking case."

"Ritilia," Muireta turned toward the accused in the hallway of silent listeners. "Do you have anything to say to defend yourself against that life story we just heard?"

"No mistress. I was once a sadist and I did once enjoy the pain of one by the name of Silata Manclis. I remember the occurrence, as I'm sure Dilena does as well, as if it were yesterday. Yet grudges and broken hearts surely can't suffice to have me labelled as a traitor who'd have countless lives torn apart simply for the sake of my masturbation's quality."

"Then if you refuse, I beg this of the accomplice," Muireta turned to face the entire crowd once again, although many eyes were still fixed accusingly on Ritilia. "My girls, I love you all as if you were my own children. I can forgive anything. I have forgiven Lesikie for placing us in this situation. So therefore, I can forgive the accomplice if she comes forward now. If she does, none of us will cease being her friend. Once this is all over, everything will return to peace and harmony."

"How can that be?," Vesina demanded, tears dashing hotly down her cheeks. "How can this all return to normal?"

"Because," Muireta went on. "If the accomplice comes forward, then Reilo can be overthrown as easily as swatting a fly. She's his assurance that we won't turn on him. If she admits to what she's done, she'll be accepted back into our private, peaceful society and her copy of the video tape once again in our possession. If she speaks up, we ought to be forever indebted to her. For that means all I'd have to do straight after her confession is stroll upstairs, put a bullet through Reilo's head and be done with it. That's if you're okay with that Ninnie and Gelsina?"

The two daughters both nodded and Gelsina declared for both of them. "Be our fucking guest."

"Good," Muireta faced them once more. "So please, I beg of she who is guilty of holding the position as an accomplice. Whoever she is, I will bow down to her for my remaining days as mistress here. I will kiss her feet before I even think of giving an order. I just need her to do the one difficult thing, which is come forward. Come forward and I promise you'll only be embraced and worshipped for it."

"Did you not hear me?," Silata shrieked. After her revelation of her entire personal history, her eyes were watering with the embarrassing frustration of simply being passed off from importance. "It's Ritilia. I stake my life on it!"

"That's enough Silata!," Muireta bellowed sharply. "If no one confesses, then both Ritilia and Lesikie will still be monitored closely. Hell, the entire room will be monitored closely. Apart from the bathrooms which are in perfect view from here, I forbid anyone to leave this level. But all this trouble can be over and done with if a simple confession is made. Please my sweet child. You naughty little accomplice. Just come forward and all can be done with. All our troubles will be over and we'd have moved forward from this event as a stronger team."

Muireta glanced all around the room in desperation with those words yet most of all, she focused on Ritilia. Something passed between them, something entirely missed by the hard thinking young girls. Even Silata missed it.

Still silence resumed. No one spoke a single uncomfortable murmur or stammer of confession.

"Well, well, well," it turned out to be those booming, male voiced words which finally broke the terrified silence and further filled it with horror. Reilo was disembarking from the elevator, having silently descended during the commotion a few moments earlier. "No need to act like innocent little girls. I overheard everything just a few minutes ago. Trying to weed out my accomplice are we? Trying to get her to break so you think you'll then just take me out without a strain?"

He stopped his proud stroll beside Muireta, glared hard into her face with the deliberate delivery of his foul breath toward her nostrils while he jammed his revolver's nozzle to her right, sagging tit. "Would you like me to fire a bullet through your fricking hooters lady? I'll leave a neat smoking hole in both if you so much as whisper a plot behind my back again!"

He withdrew the gun and slapped her, the sound echoing from every wall before he turned and dragged his drunken self back toward the elevator again. However before he journeyed up to the top level, he casually placed his gun on the coffee table in plain view.

"There! That's my only weapon bitches. If you're so eager to kill me, go right ahead. I don't need this. All I need is my accomplice right where she is. So lift a finger against me and I'll have your home raided in seconds. By the way, I'm exhausted yet horny as fuck by this late hour. You bitch!," he pointed furiously to the trembling Celestia. "Get your hot, smooth ass upstairs with me now. I've got a bed time routine to introduce you all to, yet I intend for you to see it first. Come on!"

With her head down, the terrified Celestia walked in complete compliance toward the elevator, knowing every horror a rapist may submit her to was worth enduring if it were for the sake of her fellow sisters of Harvirle. The automated steel doors shut, blocking off a scene of the brute eagerly mouthing her lips and biting them while she feebly struggled to pull away.

"We're running out of time," Kurmil sighed heavily as she watched those doors close along with everyone else. "We have to sort this out now, for the sake of Celestia."

"Celestia could be the accomplice and he's just protecting her," Madelini suggested.

"No once again, he'd be making a mystery way too obvious," Muireta replied. "He'll neither have the accomplice leave our group nor have her stand out for any reason. And as for Celestia, I believe she can endure one night with that asshole while we work this all out. I believe you've survived plenty more Gelsina."

Ninnie's sister nodded. "Countless times I've been savaged by him. Yet I wouldn't repeat one of them nor wish a fragment of his cruelty on anyone else."

"Well I'm afraid we're beyond helping her, nor continuing this discussion. For he could come down that elevator again any second now. I say, we need to strike him when he is least prepared. Which certainly won't be tonight on his first evening of leadership. If we discuss anything else, we'll leave it until the morning. Right now I think we all need sleep. And if any of you are feeling unstable about this for any reason whatsoever, please just trust your boss's ideas."

"Unstable? I'm more unstable than an earth quaked planet!," Jessila whined.

"Then we need a way to clear our nervous brains and to ensure we become so exhausted that we have naught but sleep on our minds," Muireta concluded. "Also, what we do has to certainly appear like the norm to Reilo. We're planning to overthrow him remember. So until we do decide when to strike, things must continue, no matter how painfully, as normal. And please trust me."

Thanks to her last words, surprisingly none of the expected objections were heard. It was only clarified what they all needed to do to obtain slumber. And that was what they always did before every rest. The simple late evening orgy had to go ahead just as casually as it would have prior to the recent disruptions to their peaceful system.

Silata, the whole while during, struggled to keep an eye on the whereabouts of Ritilia. Yet noticing that she was well watched by the careful eyes of both Muireta and Kurmil together, she soon lost herself into the pleasures at hand. Any situation's severity can be loosened by arousal, thus it was so with the current disaster in Harvirle.

Silata's lips glued themselves to the nearest girl who offered hers in exchange. That turned out to be Vesina. Silata could feel her trembling, her body dotted with goosebumps, her eyes wide and panicked. Yet it took only a second of gently rubbing her clitoris to soon replace all her fright with the warmth of panic-cancelling arousal. She invited her to lay on top of her and in this event, had access to both her cunt and ass with her arm, superior in length to most of this young girl's torso. She changed from one hole to the other, ensuring the child's body was well titillated.

After almost encouraging Vesina to shed her mere offering of fuck, the child pulled away and demanded she cease all stimulation. "No, I need to remain as aroused as possible. It keeps my mind focused on nothing but sex and that's how I like it."

Silata simply kissed her one last time and let her find another girl to keep her little immature sex drive afloat. Silata herself then gently grabbed ahold of Eliska and encouraged her down onto the floor, spreading her long legs and interlocking them with Eliska's short ones. The darling child knew instantly the position to slide into and before long, Silata's teen cunt was at perfect contact with the child's.

"Let's trib this night away," Silata murmured gently, bringing forth a wide happy grin from the child who had her cunt slammed to hers.

"Alright," she giggled, instantly moving her small body into the required place and causing both their precious cunts to begin watering in no time. Even Eliska's, young though it may be, showed signs of her excitement almost instantly. Silata kissed her, every single inch of interior space within the gorgeous child's mouth offered naught but the most adorable, tasty saliva that no woman could equal. They humped forwards, sliding their intimate areas up and down and letting their slits slip past each other in perfect sync. Unable to hold on any longer, Silata released and drenched the child's pussy in her orgasm juice.

Eliska stood up, thoroughly wet down there yet tender as ever. "Oh fucking God," the little girl murmured, suddenly ceasing rubbing her little cunt. "Just one little touch down there and I swear I'm going to burst like a… ah!!"

She cried in shock then pure pleasure as Silata instantly leaned forward and tongued the child to her sweet little orgasm. Eliska fell into her lap, trembling all over and Silata embraced her naked body, allowing the little girl to mouth and suck on one of her developing breasts as the fire slowly rushed out of her body. Then, helping her to her feet, Silata encouraged Eliska away then instantly set about finding another lover to replace her. It was all she could do to cancel her anxieties.

The next girl to take the place as Silata's lover turned out to be she who couldn't really find a willing lover for herself tonight. Lesikie, all nervous and covered with self sympathy, was at last embraced again. Silata hugged her, tongued her mouth, rubbed her small, half-invisible tits and fingered her precious cunt.

Lesikie was basically a stone statue in all her grief and guilt and Silata's efforts had to be thousandfolded to finally create the emerging of some cheer from the traitor's body. She lay Lesikie down upon a rug, folded it at the end to prop up her buttocks.

"What are you doing?," Lesikie asked nervously.

"Just trust me," Silata promised as she spread her thighs and left the naughty girl's cunt wide open to the view of the whole room. She soon covered it with her mouth, licking and suckling her clit and tonguing her deep. Lesikie eventually groaned and grabbed ahold of Silata's head, guiding her movements and increasing them.

Silata, now completely encouraged by the feeling of her hair getting grasped, put all her efforts into stimulating every last speck of excitement out of the thirteen year old body on display before her. Her tongue soon thrived in that little cunt, driving itself in and out rapidly despite the youthful tightness. Orgasm liquids soon replied to her efforts and the knowledge that Lesikie was close came to a certainty.

Before the climax occurred however, Silata interlocked her legs with Lesikie's, brought their groins cunt to cunt and tribbed the girl to her wonderful heaven. Throughout every second of relieving her of her precious fluids, Silata was sucking her mouth, kissing her cheeks, fondling her small breasts. Yet of the highest importance were her soft hearted words that she whispered while hurling this girl into the ecstasy which stepped on all her problems.

"It's okay honey, you're forgiven. I forgive you, oh fuck!," Silata whispered and squealed at the same time while pushing their pussies together. In some instances, her clit would slide right through Lesikie's slit and vice versa. Yet eventually, all the friction down there finalized their efforts with a magnificent release on both their parts.

"Oh thank you Silata," Lesikie murmured, reclining warmly into her arms. "I truly needed that."

"It was my pleasure," Silata gently replied, kissing her cheek. "And don't worry too much about all this hatred you're getting. I'm sure Harvirle will survive through this conflict and everything will be back to normal in a few days. I promise."

After her kind words, Silata left Lesikie to be embraced by Madelini, who was the only other girl who wasn't experiencing vicious hate toward her at the present. Silata, still prepared to build up for yet a third glorious discharge, set about finding a perfect partner to experience it with. However before she did, she set about watching a few other sexual exchanges take place, getting her system nice and reheated.

The one she set eyes upon was by far a spectacular display. It involved Jessila together with Kenita and Catina. Jessila, the centre focus of the display, lay sprawled upon a fur rug, stomach down. Her behind was viciously being frigged by the childish hand of Catina, who didn't hesitate to plunge as many of her small fingers into her behind as possible. As this occurred, her face was vigorously and mercilessly savaged by the kisses of one very aroused Kenita. They exchanged positions and roles as the passive, eventually so they'd all been frigged by the ass and kissed simultaneously. This display was merely an event prior to what they were working to achieve. All merely a preliminary for the purpose of stocking up on orgasmic liquor.

Catina, although the youngest of the group, soon looked to be blushing with the fullest desire to be robbed of her arousal build up. She furiously kissed both her friends yet their gestures and manoeuvres warned the child to stay put with her little droplets she wanted badly to shed. For they'd need it in their following activity. Kenita, having explained it all to her two friends prior, had no difficulty in encouraging them to assume the following positions.

Kenita sat upon the rug and, guiding the tiny head between her legs, had Catina's tongue introduced to her cunt. Meanwhile, little Catina exposed her pussy over the face of Jessila, who lay on her back just down from her. In this perfectly executed three way, the first two were soon evacuated of their discharge. Catina squealed, feeling her precious little body let go into the awaiting mouth of Jessila and in return for the beautiful release, kissed, licked and suckled on every inch of Kenita's pussy until not the tiniest centimetre of space wasn't covered with all the kiddy drool she could bring forth.

Satisfied, Kenita gently petted her head then squealed as she also let go, exploding into Catina's face and almost drenching the young child's eyes, who opened them at the wrong second yet had no problem drying them straight after.

It was left to the responsibility of Jessila at the end of the line to bring herself off without aid. Well at least, no arousing aid other than the delicious child's pussy set right above her visage and giving her every droplet of young fuck it could produce.

Finally the three girls had entirely wrung their systems free of discharge and exhausted, committed themselves to increasing their energy by doing precisely what Silata had just finished doing. Viewing the others in their various acts while tickling oneself between the thighs. Or in their case, each other.

Silata found a new display to view straight after, entirely made up of girls she didn't know too well and could only identify through hair colour. Yet nevertheless, it was certainly a memorable event that the description of is certainly not to be missed by those fond of sapphic events. There were five of them involved, all between thirteen and fifteen. A brunette, two blondes, a black haired girl and a freckleless redhead. Each one of them can be correctly acquainted with impossible beauty, the volume of which is so entrancing that certain time would be wasted in clearly defining each and every shred of wonder about their physicals. Yet these following sentences ought to be an official summary good enough for any reader, no matter what their measure of patience may be.

The brunette was as fine a child as any. Fourteen years old with eyes darker than tar, a body shaped to all extent in a teenaged fashion. Her ass had all the correct curves and every area of her pale flesh in that segment was well and truly kissable and suckable.

Both blondes were twin sisters, mirror images of each other. Their eyes bright blue, their breasts in gradual development yet still ultimately child-like. The two of them were thirteen.

The black haired girl was fifteen and in her presentation of attire, was ranked among one of the most sexually skilled displayers of tender white skin named clearly by the brand of innocence.

The redhead was most developed in the breasts and her torso set before the entire rooms eyes a pair of vulnerable nipples of the smallest circumference, despite the advanced growth of the mounds which elevated them. Clearly panicked about their situation despite the activities, she still had some tears to clear from her eyes. But these were all swept up when the five of them executed the following act which super glued the gaze of Silata to their doings for a large portion of time.

The black haired girl stood firmly in the middle while the other four formed a tight ring around her. Front wise, one blonde licked her cunt, paying thorough attention to both the clitoris and the slit until it was preparing to seep orgasm into her mouth. The brunette licked the side of one thigh and covered her hip in kisses while the other blonde did so to the opposing side. And from the rear, her ass was thoroughly licked and the anus covered in concentrated tonguings by the redhead. So with a girl attending her tongue to every sexual itch on her lower torso, the black haired girl blushed, rubbed at her nipples then came a river into the blonde's mouth while she was entirely serviced by her friends.

This process was repeated for every one of the girls, until all five of them had been entirely serviced by the complete concentration of their little bevy. They reclined in each other's arms afterward, kissed and fondled each other while spreading many thanks for the wonders of their orgasms. Yet, just as in the prior case, their first act was a preliminary for that which followed.

Their next design presented a long line of the most active participants in the worship of the behind, although when examined closely no ass mouthing was involved. It was all cunt to mouth and with the most thorough commitment from the rear girl to she who was positioned as her front. They formed this straight, continuing cunnilingus on all fours.

The chain started with the redhead and ended with the black haired girl. The brunette made up the centre with a blonde at either end of her. All save the redhead at the front performed some manner of cunt licking upon another girl. Although it was all executed by means of lapping a pussy from the rear. Dripping from their mouths, each had a small puddle of relieved teenage juices to spill to the floor from under their chins.

This last act thoroughly persuaded Silata to engage in more thanks to its skyrocketing of her libido. She accosted Madelini once she was done with Lesikie and performed the most savage kissing frenzy atop the little girl, literally covering her face with her saliva of lust.

"Oh Silata, you're more excited than a fricking hot mine hole," Madelini declared with one of her tiny fingers buried into the boiling chamber of frustration which was the entrance to Silata's vagina.

"I need you to kiss me sweetheart," Silata persuaded while suckling the child's lower lip into her mouth. Feeling the girl's hands then explore her nipple-hardened teenage breasts hurled Silata into the ecstasy she required and she slid up and down over the child beneath her. From this simple angle of lying atop each other, their wet cunts slid past one another with more and more vigour until the movement had tingled their clits into the most abundant excitement.

"Oh fuck yes!," Silata declared, grabbing the little girl's wrist and viciously vibrating it so Madelini moved her finger about in her precious cunt at a speed which outdid all possible expectations of her own body generating.

"Wow, you are certainly ready to spill aren't you?," giggled Madelini while licking her lips and drawing into her mouth every fragment of saliva Silata had dropped upon her face. She let her hand be guided and knew that at this speed, its effects were more than possible to be thunderous in the hot teen body she was encouraged to frig. How it excited the child to see girls in their teenage years be swept off their feet and thrown over the cliff into the most lubricious orgasms. So it was with her speeded titillation of Silata's pussy.

"Oh!," Silata let out the longest moan as her juices twirled warmly down the child's arm and the small finger in her cunt touched upon nerve after nerve of pleasure. The whole while she kept her beautiful, pleasure stricken gaze focused on the chain of teenagers she'd been watching earlier and it encouraged all she needed to flow forth. If it wasn't good enough to have a little girl of her dreams produce the final result of her cunt's hot, sticky build-up, then watching a whole line of girls pleasing themselves, even if they were slightly older than her preferred age group, applied those finishing touches far neater than the finest artist's paintbrush.

She collapsed upon the soft pillow of the flat chest beneath her, slowly regaining her breath while Madelini was simply aroused ever the more by having an entirely naked female teenage body crushing the breath from her. She happily was squashed beneath that teenager. She adored being able to lie beneath her besweated relic on her list of pleasurable arousal choices in her so far developed sex life. And as far as the present, nothing excited the child more than that of a teen girl and she was more than proud to flaunt that preference. The whole notion of having to conceal one's sexuality for the folly purpose of fitting in was a concept completely foreign to this proud young girl.

After lifting off her, Silata decided it was time to return all the favours she'd just been granted and slowly slid her way down Madelini's stomach. She left a long trail of kisses between her nipples, upon her flat breasted nipples themselves and down the centre of the beautiful, silky-white belly. The child slowly squirmed around, adjusting herself into more and more comfort as she felt the hot, warm mouth slowly approach the precious little opening into which resided her lust. Right between those hard white thighs where Silata's mouth eventually ended up, occupied was the irritation of craving relief. Sensing this, the kisses bestowed there were of such warm, generous devotion that Madelini felt the rush of pleasure sizzle through all her blood almost instantly.

She now writhed around, moaning, groaning and blushing while running her small fingers through Silata's beautiful crown of hair and interlocking them there with handfuls of all she could grasp. It was right then that her sign of thorough arousal was presented, and her movements became all the more encouraging and vigorous. Biting her small lip, she squealed, shook, left both small droplets of arousal and sweat exiting from her pussy for the prior and her flesh for the latter. Her small jaws opened and an endless waterfall of obscenities emerged therefrom.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh Silata, tongue me deeper. Harder, faster. Tickle my clit, lick my fucking slit ahhh! God fucking Jesus YES!" And she spilled what there was of her young body to spill deep into Silata's mouth and not a single drop wasn't immediately consumed and acting as the quenching to the thirst of the teenager who had provided her the cunnilingus service.

Silata rested her head against that precious, tired little girl's vagina for a few minutes and nearly drifted off to sleep in the inhalation of the warm aroma. A wonderful aroma she could forever replace actual oxygen itself with. The fresh, breathed in taste of recently released girl-cum. The less of it there was, the more precious its value, for it always meant it had dispersed from a developing girl. And the highest adoration of such a watery substance resided in it having been expelled from the youthful body of a recently tongued or masturbated lesbian child. In Silata's experience at least, there was no greater a treasure in liquids.

She kissed Madelini for a thorough second time, ensuring not an inch of the child's mouth or cunt had anything left that she was yet to taste. Once confirming this, she planted a giggling little kiss on her belly button and then crawled away, feeling supremely filthy enough to become part of any situation the throng had to enact. And so it was that Silata found herself being made a complete princess of by two of the smallest children there.

Gertila, although only a child of seven, completely dedicated her tongue to polluting Silata's ass hole while from the front, she was tongued by Catina. That bright little pair of girls, always so dedicated to their pleasures, tag-teamed with perfection yet again. Silata, all her most complex dreams of all the situations of pleasure with children, was now finally in full swing. Gertila, worshipping one very precious spot with Catina at the other, were collaborating and bringing forth every little tingle of joy to be found emerging from the pelvic area. Silata swung her hips about, grinding the slit of her pussy over Catina's nose and the crack of her ass upon Gertila's.

The result was of course, yet another fast approaching orgasm. "Oh you dear little sweethearts, if only you knew the immense volumes of pleasure you bring to me. Oh God, I think I could utterly shower you in all my love I have built up in my system."

Catina snickered, briefly pulling away from the slit. "Go ahead. You can do anything with us, we're both on your side. And you're not to worry about Ritilia. We believe you about that bitch, right Gertila?"

Her friend only briefly drew away from Silata's anus to confirm it. "Yes, we're on your side. Most definitely."

"Thank you my darlings," Silata whispered in the heat of pleasure yet almost with tears in her eyes. "Come on my sweet little honeys. I'm glad to be your friend. Your very grateful friend who's about to show you her gratefulness. Oh yes, oh God fuck yes!"

And Silata was once again in the gorgeous sea of pleasures between the mouths of two children. As one tongued her slit and massaged her clit with her darling little lips of the most tender youth, her rear was given the same favours in simultaneous sync. Whenever her pussy was in any way relieved of an itch of arousal, the nerves in her ass were touched by Gertila's tongue at the same time. Rubbing up and down between these two tiny heads, she was obtaining a service to absolutely every single one of her pleasure nerves. It was a perfect series of sexual treatment which, despite its prolonged length, neither young girl gave up on.

Wishing to preserve this pleasure for as long as possible, Silata would frequently guide Catina's head away gently and that was a signal for Gertila to stop her rear attention at the same time. In these intervals she'd regain her energy then beckon both children to resume their positions as before. Then, once back in place, she'd bring herself flowing right to the edge yet again. By the end of this, Catina's face was well wetted by her juices and Gertila's tongue slightly tainted. Yet ultimately, her ass had been well cleaned and was a pleasure to feed off in this artistic love making.

Noticing her from across the room, several envious girls came over and asked for their turn next. When Silata informed them she intended to be serviced a while longer, they'd kiss her, fondle her breasts then apply a light slap to her ass, just above where Gertila's head was at work. "You naughty leso pedo," they'd snicker sweetly.

The girls who did so were Kenita, all afire again, Jessila and Vesina. They stood in a line and waited patiently for a similar event to occur to them once Silata was done being pleasured by the darlings. In this position, Silata could now fairly say she understood everything about Lesikie's cravings to be worshipped. It was just as fine a passion to satisfy as the act of providing service. Having two children service you amounted to the highest rate of ecstasy and rush to release. She didn't even need to cradle, grasp or guide Catina's head for it sped up in almost every way essential to the arousal of the female. Ever so experienced was this little darling that she knew precisely when to tongue swiftly or when to take slow, gliding and teasing licks.

From Silata's rear end, the exact same compliments could be said for Gertila in her service to the orifice between the cheeks which backed the one in front. No neglect in complimenting her could be excused, for very rarely was a child so young as devoted to licking an anus as Gertila was to Silata's. And the fireworks which were bound to occur at the end would be just as much a result of her swell performance as they would be of Catina's frontwards one.

"Oh yes, continue you sweet little angels. I'm close, oh fuck I'm close!," Silata declared at the top of her lungs, feeling the highest upgrade on pleasure's standards flooding through her pelvis as the gorgeous gift it was. The treatment of both children pushed her closer and closer to the edge until finally, with a tongue in both precious areas, the fire kindled down there let loose in the most wonderful praise to the service of lust. Catina was splashed on her beautiful visage, and Gertila got her cute little tongue clamped down upon by the pleasurable contraction of the anus she'd just recently thrust her tongue as far into as possible.

"Here I go!," Silata shrieked, being swept up and carried through every excited second of smooth release and then finally emerged from the other side, in the complete aftershock of one of her most wonderful life experiences. "Oh thank you," she sprinkled her gratitude in the form of abundant kisses to the bright, rosy little cheeks of they who'd finished granting her this brilliant performance. She suckled their mouths for a while as well, enjoying all the thorough goodness of the two little orifices which had granted pleasure to hers.

"It's our pleasure," Gertila giggled once it had drawn to a close. Silata then replied that it was certainly hers to grant them favours in return. Although both kids claimed they were too exhausted, Silata proved them wrong and managed to bring out the remainder of their girl-cum for the entire room to see. She worked carefully on Catina first, mouthing her cunt for no less than thirty minutes then pulling away to frig out the remaining baby juices which followed.

As for Gertila, she glued her lips to that child's pussy, swimming her tongue into unexplored depths while the little girl guided her head throughout it all. Eventually, she was just as satisfied as Catina and leaked around the teenager's mouth, spattering hotly upon the insides of her little thighs as well. Now entirely complete from their brilliant exchanges, the two hugged and claimed they couldn't stay awake a minute longer.

Silata briefly paused her participation in the orgy to arrange a few rugs and pillows on the floor then put the two kids off to sleep. Soon they were both snoring as the activities continued around them, not one of them afraid of having their bodies fondled in their sleep nor afraid of any nightly monsters. When they were with their familiar group, their bonded circle of females, they always felt the safest to sleep amongst them all. In the midst of their warmth, their understanding, their care and sympathy.

Every single kiss given their sleeping bodies produced a content smile upon each of their little faces. And under the still hard-lit celling lights, they let the night swim past them and soon were in the comfortable elevation of their flat chests, showing the complete, calm breath of children in their deepest realm of rest.

After this had occurred, Silata kissed their faces, nipples, pussies and toes goodnight. Then she set about finding at least two more partners she could conclude the night with before sleep took her as well. And to surprise the reader to the highest degree, her final choice wasn't with Chelsiette and Anisha. Seeing them busy elsewhere, she assumed the night had granted them pleasures to fix their focus into a complete state of concentration which ought not to be interrupted by her intrusion. Regardless of their forever lasting love.

It was Gelsina and Ninnie that Silata located and decided to spend the remainder of the night in the role of the husband for. Silata, having been serviced, had only service now to give. And although Gelsina may have been in the active role of most of her sex acts so far, the look on her face purely described that she wished for a female to apply a casual massage to her in order to put her off to sleep.

Ninnie, finally looking grateful for the attempted comfort Silata had given her the prior morning, also agreed to be put off to sleep under that female's fine hands. The two of them reclined on a rug, Ninnie in her sister's arms. They'd clearly been playing with each other for most of the night and one had always refused to leave the other's side. It was right now, with their devilish Hell-father upstairs that they needed to remain the closest, physically, emotionally and sexually. Yet Silata merely added to their comfort without intervention.

She stimulated Ninnie between her sweet little legs, spread kisses over her cunt and suckled her clitoris. The child moaned, rocked forth toward the nose and mouth granting her these favours. Always had she wanted to come into Silata's mouth since she first met her. And tonight that brilliant gift was now finally granted the child and she poured what there was of her discharge out from where resided one satisfied, tingling little clitoris. Silata mouthed her flat nipples, suckled her mouth, even licked her nose then kissed her good night. Then finally she received the chance to make love to her sister.

Gelsina let Silata have almost every way there was in the book with her. Silata sucked her ass, her cunt, kissed her on the mouth several times and eventually brought out two orgasms from her. As Gelsina cried, contracted her thighs over Silata's hand and gave those last few spasms of pleasure, it looked as if sleep had finally settled down upon her.

Pleased with her work, Silata at last staggered away, collapsed upon a rug and remembered little else.

During the night, only one other significant event occurred. Despite Silata and Madelini's revealed continued friendship toward her, Lesikie still felt too terrified to sleep near anyone on this particular evening. She sat apart from the group, curled up in a cold corner without even a rug to warm her. And the last event of movement in that orgy room was that of Gelsina and Ninnie. The two sisters Silata had assumed she'd put off to sleep so well, stood up abruptly and both made their way over to Lesikie. They then laid themselves down on either side of her and snuggled close, whispering a response to the frightened girl's confusion.

"It's okay Lesikie," Ninnie whispered, gently caressing her face. "We have to stick together in this moment. And Gelsina is finally here with me and she isn't going anywhere. So at last you can soothe all your curiosity about her."

"Oh thank you so much," Lesikie murmured with tears in her eyes, kissing the two of them. Those special little females, although horrifically abused, seemed to have naught but love for their bully in such an unfortunate situation as the current one. Apart from the group yet in each other's warmth, those three girls were soon sleeping like rocks.

And so it was that despite all the horrors a night as such could bring to Harvirle, an orgy for the late evening hour was never deterred. And so very great an orgy it was indeed.

Upon its completion, sleep enveloped all. Even those most troubled of the pack, Silata most certainly among them. So exhausted was she from all the sex acts committed that her eyes simply couldn't remain open enough to keep a night watch on Ritilia. She felt it required, yet was soon dangerously losing the battle for awareness and sleep soon killed all of her efforts. Whereupon precisely during her failure to keep watch, Ritilia stood and left the room. Simultaneously, so did Muireta.

Meanwhile upstairs, Reilo had just officially awoken from both his alcohol and sexual intoxication. Celestia had remained awake with horrified eyes, ready to service his every command.

"Bitch!," he demanded as he grabbed at her leg from where he'd positioned her in a chair beside his desk. She had to watch him sleep and be prepared for his nightly waking times. "Hurry up bitch. You little lesbians need to learn the first important lesson about committing yourself to pleasing a real man. A proud, good, conservative man deserves to have his balls milked whenever he feels the urge. Right now I'm awake and I'll not fall off to sleep again until a good cocksucking is performed, so get to it. What the fuck?..."

He cried out loud as the door was kicked in and Muireta appeared, a smile of certain accomplishment on her face. Celestia let out a cry of joy and forgot all about her devotion to the team's safety. She simply ran to be cuddled by her boss. The same woman who had the revolver he'd left downstairs earlier trained directly at his chest.

"No, no you old slag. You can't kill me. Did you forget our discussion earlier?," his faced showed desperation in spite of his proud tone. "Just one word to my accomplice will have you all…"

Once again he was cut off as from directly behind Muireta, Ritilia emerged.

"What the fuck are you doing here?," he demanded, his voice becoming hysterical all of a sudden. When at last outnumbered, the bully, the rich man, the conservative, the man of the law is finally reduced to the state of a sobbing child. The precise state he introduces millions of innocents and misunderstood characters into daily. "No, no please!," he cried.

Muireta smiled, declaring proudly. "I guess my presence here is more than an inconvenience to you right now."

The gun was cocked for a direct shooting.

Ritilia giggled as she proudly stood beside her mistress. "Sorry Reilo, but I decided to come clean. You may have been able to overhear our plotting against you, but you sure as hell couldn't see me pass a simple wink to my mistress. And then to have Muireta return that wink. She asked for a confession from the accomplice and I gave it to her silently. Not only did an old hated friend of mine inspire me to turn on you, but I suddenly developed a new idea. What's more exciting than seeing an innocent child cry? Why, that would have to be seeing a grown man like you break down."

"And furthermore, that whimpering bully to die as he should," Muireta laughed, firing two shots directly into the cowering man. Celestia hugged her close while she fired. And Ritilia stood watching the act play out, all the while fingering herself throughout it, all the way to its conclusion.

Reilo fell back upon his chair, then abruptly struggled to stand up. His pathetic business suit changed colour from grey to the racing redness of his own blood. If the chest wound didn't spill enough of his interior contents, then the second shot which landed in his neck was hosing out twice the amount of vital liquid. As he cupped the wound in his throat, he made a lunge at Muireta with his free hand and dropped face forward upon the floor, the last of his twitches dismissed by his swiftly arriving death.

"Well that's certainly the first and last of any males I shall allow in my establishment," Muireta announced with a hearty laugh. "Oh my dear, you were wonderful. Let me kiss you."

She turned and embraced Ritilia. This of course was after she had first assessed Celestia for damage and then encouraged her to descend downstairs to spread the good news to the rest of Harvirle's residents. The girl vanished and Muireta was then left only with the one who had saved the home of all her figurative children.

"Oh Ritilia, I want to forget everything negative Silata ever spoke of you," Muireta declared after having knelt before the young female and placed perfected kisses on her boots. "As a matter of fact, it's forgotten already. You not only saved me tonight but you prevented countless horrors from occurring to all the grateful creatures downstairs. I know that may not exactly be an act which is highly treasured by a sadist. But you have my confidence and indeed, my full service to your every need as long as you may wish it."

"That's very sweet of you," Ritilia murmured after having shared a deep tonguing kiss with her for a few moments. "Males disgust me. He was a fool to ever put his faith in any girl in your loyal establishment. Much less me. I wouldn't for one second find any greater value in upsetting every woman on the planet than I would in the simple murder of one bastard male. Seeing you shoot him right now has brought on an arousal in me I've rarely felt before. I seriously could tear you apart!"

"Well get to it my sweetie," Muireta laughed, resuming kisses with her. "For you have the entire night left to you to do with me as you will. Hell, just for all you did for us tonight, I'd gladly sacrifice my freedom to you for an eternity, but I know full well you certainly won't be harsh or mistreating of your new position. The position of having me forever indebted to you."

Ritilia snickered. "No not at all. I respect you. Far more than I would any of the opposite sex."

"Tell me about it," Muireta snarled as she lay back upon the desk, the corpse of Reilo lying only a few steps away. "This idiot was the first male I've ever set eyes on for a hell of a time. Perhaps since I was established here to look after all these poor, unfortunate girls. And I tell you, I will never be eager to see another one for the rest of my life. All the stupidity he spoke deserves an award for the sake of stupidity's originality."

"However he did speak one truth," Ritilia replied gently, fetching up the revolver.

"What was that?," Muireta asked.

Ritilia placed the gun against the skull of her mistress and jammed her finger down on the trigger. Muireta's head burst to a bloodied mess.

"When he said this place was under new management."