The Acquisition, Part 1

by Dykefan

A Strange Game

Bill Watley hunched over the chess board examining the possibilities whilst his wily old opponent chattered away. He rarely beat Lorna Cotton at this or any other game for that matter and wasn't faring much better right now. As he stared bleakly at his options or a lack there of, Lorna's voice buzzed more coherently in his ear;

"Billie, so you you're a man of the world, how many women have you had fellah?"

The big man spat his Newcastle Brown Ale out and howled a deep throaty laugh. Shaking his head and looking up at the old maid he scratched his brow and had a think,

"Bloody hell you dirty old women you don't half come out with some corkers! Hmm well to be frank there's been too many, not that I'm a ladies man mind you. I'm not above going with a lady of the night and I've been married of course though marriage and sex don't always go hand in hand yer see, hahahah."

Lorna soaked this in like a big, grey old sponge and stored it away. Itching her chin in the way people do when they are about to ask an awkward question she continued,

"Ok so what's the youngest girl you've ever slept with? and don't pull punches with me you old sea dog, I'm no prude and at my age and being gay I don't get much excitement."

This time Billie Looked Sheepish, almost pained in his expression. He took a deep sigh, scratched his wiry, grey mane and spoke in a sad tone,

"I'm not an outstandingly good person, oh I've never killed anyone, I've never beaten anyone that never deserved it and I sure as hell ain't laid a finger on a woman in anger.

But...it shames me to say that I do like young girls, not babies mind, they got to have some fuzz, but girls that are borderline, you know. I can say for certain that in Japan I had a few girls who were say oh 14, it's real easy over there to meet girls like that.

Over here in the UK I once had a girl, fine lass of 15, a runaway, quite a sad character when I met her. I saved her from a pimp trying to recruit, nearly killed the bastard. Took her on my boat, said I'd take care of her you know. But she had to be nice to me, I couldn't justify paying for her food and clothes any other way. My god Lorna you ever been with a young girl like that? The taste of that blonde pussy, the look on that kids face when I penetrated her, a mixture of fear and arousal.

I remember we would often play tricks on some of the other sea farers, you know give them an eye full like. Like the little lass would be blowing on my rod you know when a boat went past, or I’d be giving her the high hard one doggie style over the side of the boat or maybe having a nibble on her cunny whilst she sat in a deck chair or something. Oh we’d get cheers and hollering and offers to mutiny and join my none existent crew hahaha, dirty beggars sea folk.

But you feel guilty afterwards you know, I wanted her, I took her, but I never treat her bad. Aye she moved on when she was 19 and was married last time I checked which was a long time ago.”

Lorna listened intently to this story with sympathy but also with yearning, a yearning to have a similar experience. Something about the way she stared into space told Billie what she was thinking.

“Dangerous Lorna, people think you’re respectable, hell you are respectable despite yourself. Plus it’s a lot harder to get away with stuff like that these days too, pedos are the bogey man and I cannot say I disagree. Still one thing never changes there’s always new runaway girls and boys, drummed into the prostitution game, poor blighters, you’ve got to feel for them.”

Lorna bit her nails intensely, “I’m sick of being respectable Bill, I’m 58 I haven’t had it in 7 years and that was a mercy shag from another old dyke between younger girlfriends. Plus like you say what kind of life could a young girl like that have without me to care for her? A life of sex, of being used for her body only”

“ahhhh so you don’t want to have sex with this girl then? come on Lorna you know as well as I do your throwing stones in a glass house. She’d be your little chamber maid, sex on demand, sure you wouldn’t beat her and you might look after her, but it still ain’t natural nor legal and I ain’t been a hypocrite I’m just saying.”

The chess board crashed to the floor, Lorna death stared the old bruiser like she were 7’ tall and covered in tattoos.

“Look at it this way, say a runaway girl is destined to a life as a prostitute, the pimp is violent, he doesn’t give her a fair cut, he forces her to have sex with lots of men, some of whom may well be violent or have veneral diseases. But if she were to come to me, I’d never hurt her, I feed her, clothe her and when she became 16 I give her an allowance and she would have a safe haven with which to launch the rest of her life. How can you say my way, no your way is not better for that girl?”

Rescuing a Maiden

Leanne was an angel, a sweet girl through and through despite her upbringing. Her father had been a crack addict, he’d gotten her mother pregnant when he was 27 and she was only 15. Her father had then kindly gone to some dark grovel to die of an overdose. Kelly her mother had done ok for a while, welfare helped and she got a part time job at one point in a bakers too. But as Leanne got older, Kelly became more negligent, not in obvious ways she was never cruel to her child just disinterested. When Leanne hit 13, Kelly now 28 was about 8 months into a bad meth addiction, it would kill her soon. Leanne had learnt to cook for herself, clean her own clothes, walk to school on her own, she was truly self reliant. When she came home to find her mother dead also of an overdose, she was left truly alone.

The girl fled before child care could intervene, she new of some abandoned buildings near the east docks where nobody hung out. With what little money she had (about £600) she had picked up her own bedroll an assortment of clothes and had enough left for food for a few months if she ate light.

The girl awoke one morning on the top floor of an abandoned building, she dressed in a blue skirt, plain white t-shirt and black and a green jacket on top, with a smarting of beads around her neck. She fixed some sandwiches and then brushed her teeth and went down to catch some fresh air.

As she reached the ground floor something instinctively felt wrong, you got to know your own patch and when somebody else was on it. From a side room a medium sized man, balding man strode out. He was chubby, he had on an oil stained white t-shirt on and some scruffy jeans, he wore a sneer behind untouched stubble.

“Well what do we have here then? Are you working little missus, it’s early and I was feeling horny so I came down to the docks to look for some action with one of Mickey’s younguns like you.”

Despite standing only 5’2 inches tall the young teen had moxie and stood her ground, “I don’t know who Mickey is and if you mean I’m a pro, well I’m not so shove off and leave me alone.”

The man’s face turned to a scowl but a new sinister thought crossed his warped mind, “not one of mickey’s eh? Then what’s a little girl like you doing hanging around near the docks then? Hell I don’t even care, this way I don’t get to pay and I get to break in a new one hahaha.”

His arm outstretched to grab the girl and she fell away to the floor, she scrambled to her feet but he grabbed her under her arms and lifted her. She struggled but the size difference was too great and he easily manhandled her up the stairs and into her makeshift bedroom. Throwing her onto her bedroll he looked her up and down and licked his lips.

Leanne was an attractive young girl, much like her mother before her. Her hair was Auburn and long and almost poker straight. The girl’s eyes were an attractive pale blue, the type of eyes you could just swim in almost. Her face was rosey at the cheeks naturally with just the faintest hint of the odd freckle here and there. She had a lovely petite nose, almost perfect features proportionally speaking. Her body was lean but athletic, she’d excelled at running and hockey at school. Her legs were tremendously sexy, quite long for her height and shapely in the calves and thighs for a girl of only thirteen. Her waist was trim but had burgeoning hips that made her look more womanly then a lot of girls her age. Beneath her t-shirt a set of decent sized titties jiggled, she was not sporting a bra today.

The man closed the gap between him and the girl and leaned down and leered at her pinning her shoulders down. Then with his right hand he instinctively fondled at a tit and then the other, neading and pinching painfully. Leanne screamed out for him to get off and that it hurt, it only turned him on more. He lifted up her skirt and dragged her knickers to one side, she screamed a pained plea to not rape her he didn’t care. Her pussy was gorgeous, thin wispy tufts of dark her and an untouched hymen. He licked his index finger and shoved it up her undercarriage not her her virginity and had a wiggle. The pain was made worse by the fact she was far from aroused and was dry down there. The man dropped his pants and pulled out a relatively small cock from his grimy boxer shorts. He gave a few tugs on his love muscle and then veered it toward Leanne’s virgin cunt.

At that moment something unexpected happened, a large looming figure appeared behind the attacker and planted a heavy blow to the back of his head. The rapist scrabbled on the floor trying to make headway of what was happening, he turned back to where the girl was to see a broad, tall man of about 6’4-6’5 striding at him with the look of the devil upon his face. The rapist but his fists up in a blocking attempt but a soup bowl fist cracked against his jaw. As he fell to the floor, large size 14 boots came clobbering at his testicles until he shrivelled into the fetal position in agony. Billie told the man to piss off and never come back or he’d kill him, the fat sod was all to happy to comply.

Turning his attentions to the girl he gave her a warm smile and sat down next too her a giant and a child they sat there.

“Sorry that had to happen to you hunny, what the hell are you doing down here anyway, you a pro? Where’s your pimp If so?”

Leanne scowled, “ I wish people would quit assuming I’m a prostitute, I’m bloody not alright!”

Billie smirked, “well look this dock area is pro city, it’s also a breeding ground for pimps to pick up prospective new meat, so excuse me but you’ve walked right into there girl.”

Leanne looked a little worried but 2 and 2 together and making 5, “oh, so that’s it you’re a pimp looking for a new call girl, well thanks for the save big guy but I’m sorry but I won’t, no way.”

Billie really did laugh at this one, “no no, you got it all wrong, I’m not a pimp, I can’t stand those bastards. It’s complicated so listen and don’t speak ok it makes sense when you hear it to the end. My best friend is a lonely women in her late fifties, she’s got money but she lives alone. I told her about how girls like you are turned to a life on the street and she thought that was horrible, so she wanted me to try and bring one of you home to see if it would work having you live with her.”

Leanne butted in despite Billie’s request, “so she basically wants to be a mother to a girl, she has no kids of her own?”

Billie kind of felt sorry for the kid, but he had to be straight with her, “ hmm close but not exactly, look kid your smart so I am gonna say it straight, the old girls gay, she likes women and err girls young girls, like you. The deal would be you live with her, she gives you clothes, food, shelter an allowance and so on and in return you…be NICE to her.”

Leanne’s nose wrinkled, “urrrrgh no way a woman, an old woman? I like boys like David Beckham and Brad Pitt, no chance I couldn’t, dirty old hag.”

Billie couldn’t help a chuckle, “well with all due respect things as they are Brad Pitt and David Beckham aren’t available right now and well the alternatives are a life on the street or a life in foster care. Listen Leanne, these gay women they’re real gentle, it wouldn’t be like that sick bastard that tried to rape you. She wouldn’t ask you to do anything you couldn’t handle and in a few years you will be old enough to get a job and be a normal adult. You’re a smart kid and if you think about it this is your best option taking into account what you want out of life.”

Leanne took this in and thought about it for about a half hour, she decided to at least see this women, she could always runaway later.

“Great,” Billie said, “there’s just one more thing and I’m afraid you might not like it, but don’t be afraid I ain’t gonna hurt you. It’s just this, part of my finders fee was cash, another was a copy of any recorded stuff you and Lorna do together, but finally I got one handjob off you and got to look at your body whilst you did it. Sorry hun I wasn’t gonna go through with it but your bloody gorgeous, I just have to have you get me off”

Leanne looked nervous, but nodded as Billie grinned cheerfully trying to be pleasant about the whole thing. “ok baby there’s quite a size difference here so I am gonna lie back, I’ll cut you a break you can just pull your knickers down around your ankles whilst you jack me off no need for yer titties as it’s getting nippy.”

Leanne nervously took her dress off and tidily placed it to one side, meanwhile the old geezer pulled out a chunky 9 inch cock and started rubbing himself fully hard, didn’t take much. Finally Leanne hesitated over her underwear so the big fellah quickly whipped them down around her ankles, “you’re a sweet kid, with a lovely face, but when Big Billie wants to see some young tushy better just get on with it angel. What a lovely pussy you have too, I only wish I could taste it but you’re all Lorna’s on that front so lets get jackin’ hahhaha.”

Leanne pulled the big man off with two hands slowly, but with some skill. It didn’t take long for the old goat to blow his load and when he did he managed to coax the girl into letting him cum up against her pussy mound and then he shocked her by leaning forward and rubbed his cum into her pubes with his thumb.

Later that morning they arrived at Lorna’s 4 bedroom house in a posh suburb of the city. Leanne strode up to the door as Billie stood by his car giving the thumbs up. As the door opened a very tall woman in her late fifties audibly gasped at her new friend and they went inside.