Candyland

Disclaimer: This story contains non-consensual sex with a minor. If this subject matter disturbs you, then don\'t read it, but don\'t flame me later on because I didn\'t warn you.




Candyland- Chapter 1

Jessica didn\'t know where she was or how she had gotten there. She awoke from a heavy sleep to find herself in a very small and dark room. She was sitting on the floor, cold and hard, and her head hurt very much.

Her first thought, after gently opening her eyes, was confusion. She thought she might still be sleeping, since it was so dark in the room. Confusion quickly passed, though, to fear, when the thought struck her that she couldn\'t remember the last thing she was doing before she was put in this room.

She clutched at her knees and started to cry, wishing that her parents or older sister were here to tell her what was going on. Jessica had a sinking feeling that she wasn\'t going to be seeing them for quite some time.

Finally, when there were no tears left in her, she started crawling around the room, feeling for edges and doors and anything else that might give some clue as to where she was.

Jessica found a door, or what she thought might be a door. It was wooden, unlike the rest of the room. She stood up to feel how high it was, that maybe there was a handle or latch or something to get out, but the door was smooth, and there was just one little square about as high as her head was, but it wasn\'t letting in any light.

Bravery passed as she balled up her fists and banged against the door, using her voice to yell for help. There was no one. She screamed and cried and finally, after what seemed like hours to her, collapsed against the opposite wall into a restless sleep.


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In a furnished room upstairs, a large and richly appointed man lounged in a wing-back chair, dozing. Today had been a long day and he needed some rest before his tasks later on. Fresh meat was hard to find these days, and especially that which wasn\'t guarded fiercely. He was having to go farther and farther away from his normal routes. People were starting to get suspicious. He would have to move again soon.

The market for young children was never one to be affected by the stock market or by inflation, and demand was always high. His customers were hard to please, but when he found perfect companions for them, the pay-off was equally high. He, of course, also kept his own small harem, those children that he became fond of, while trying to find homes for them. Any one of his customers would kill to get a hold on one of his choice picks. It was how he lured potential buyers in. He would offer the services of one of his pretties to said customer for one night. If they liked what they saw, they could make arrangements for another to be brought in.

Blond haired children went the quickest and were the most profitable, as they were rarer to find. He always made sure to take children from families that didn\'t have much financial or political sway over the community. It was safer. So, he found mostly children of foreign lineage, who\'s parents spoke little or no English. Luckily for him, though, most didn\'t have a preference as far as looks were concerned. Most did not want children from him for esthetic purposes.

The more clever ones asked for children that resembled themselves, so they could pass them off as children of their own. He always smiled when a customer requested a specific body build or features. He knew he was dealing with more experienced clientele. Of course, the fewer mistakes his clients made, the safer he was, but even after a few close shaves with the police he was still at large and in business.

Today\'s catch was particularly good. He had found one of the coveted blondes and followed her home from school to her white trash neighborhood. He had been following her for 2 weeks now, having targeted her because of her drunkard of a mother and abusive father. They had two other brats, one older and one younger. The older was rarely in the house, and the younger was still in diapers. She was perfect.

As far as he could tell, she was about nine years old, and her name was Jessica. Her last name didn\'t matter in his business, since it would be changed as soon as a buyer was located. With the sale of any of his children, fake documents such as social security cards and birth certificates were drawn up, to allow a smooth transition. Names were changed, appearances were altered, and in most cases the children were taken out of the country.

He never took children younger than 5, or older than 11. It was risky business, although he had been known to make exceptions for regular customers. He had a \"no return\" policy. Money needed to be transfered a full week before the child was delivered, and once he or she was out of his hands, their welfare was no longer his responsibility. His reputation was too good to be tarnished by the selling of \"used goods\".
The man slowly awoke from his light sleep, and stretched in his armchair, delaying the inevitable. This was the part of his job that he hated the most: aclamating children to their new surroundings. He was not usually a violent man, but more often than not, the situation required a measure of violence to keep the new children in line.

Jessica, it seemed, was not as feisty as most he had taken, which he was glad about. He still wasn\'t sure if he would be finding a client for her, or if he would be adding her to his personal collection. She certainly held up to standards, but that would come later.

Tonight he needed to make sure she had no prior injuries or abnormalities that might detract from her asking price. He would determine if her hymen was still in place (a must for most clientele) and if she behaved, he allow her out of solitary confinement and into the children\'s compound. Right now he had a total of 3 children waiting for the right buyer to appear, and he had 9 in his personal harem, but they were always kept separate of the others.

He rose from his chair and stretched again, adding a yawn to the mix. He took off his sports jacket and hung it on the chair and then unbuttoned and rolled up his sleeves. Exiting his study, he went into the kitchen and pocketed a syringe and needle full of a sedative and a chloroform-soaked washcloth just in case. Even the most demure of children still had some spunk left in them after being in a room for 24 hours. Usually the lack of food and haze from the unnaturally induced sleep hampered their instincts, but he could never be too careful when it came to merchandise.

He drifted down the hall and back to the study, opening up the bookcase to reveal a passageway behind it. It was cliched, he knew, but it served it\'s purpose, and the passageway didn\'t show up on blueprints of the house, nor did the catacomb beneath it.

Descending, he followed the stairs down and turned left, away from the children\'s compound and towards the individual cells. Standing outside her cell, he listened for any noise coming from within. She must have tired herself out, from the banging and yelling he had heard earlier. Carefully, in an attempt not to wake her, he slid the bolt and opened the door a crack, securing it. If she were awake, then she might try to escape at the first light she saw. There was no chance of that, however. He watched her chest rise and fall as she slept soundlessly, looking angelic in the way only children can accomplish.

He opened the door the rest of the way, careful not to let the ray of light from the doorway pass over her face, he crept toward her and withdrew the chloroform washcloth from his pocket. His tasks would be easier accomplished without a squirming child to deal with.

When he stood over her, he saw her eyes flutter, and she let out a groan as she started to wake up. The man didn\'t hesitate, he covered her nose and mouth with the washcloth and held it there until he felt her drift into a deep sleep.

Replacing the washcloth in his pocket, he moved to her side and crouched down beside her, picking her up gently and brought her out of the cell, into the light. He marveled again the perfection of her features and the budding womanhood just starting to become visible. She would be an early bloomer-- his clients would like that.

The man brought her further down the long hall and to a brightly lit room that was part bathroom, part wardrobe, part doctor\'s office and part photo studio. This is where he took care of most of the things having to do with the children.

He put her on a waist high table and turned on the water taps on the bathtub. He wanted to get the grit out of her hair and give her a thorough washing before he did anything else. He turned back to the girl and gently undressed her, but discarded her clothing into a near-by trash can. Before lifting her into the tub, he gazed over her naked body and felt a wave of lust come over him.

Jessica really was perfect. From her curly blond ringlets of hair, to her straight nose and full lips, the fleshy nubs that would be breasts one day, her skinny hips and hairless crotch, long legs that were sure to fill out and dainty feet. The urge to grab her and destroy her innocence was almost too much to bear. He could feel his erection straining against his pants and released it, unzipping the zipper and pulling it out of his boxers. He stroked himself a couple times in silent contemplation of the girl before him, and told himself to wait just a little while longer, soon he would have his release.

He reached out for the girl and groaned inwardly when is penis came in contact with her soft, naked skin. He carried her to the tub and lowered her into the water. Grabbing a small bucket and some shampoo, he wet her hair down and then worked the stuff into her hair, cleaning the grease and grime from her captivity from it. He rinsed, and then took up a washcloth to clean the rest of her. Starting with her shoulders he moved down her arms, her neck, chest, and stomach. He moved her forward and cleaned her back and the top curves of her ass, resisting the urge to go farther. There would be time for that as well, later.

He stood her up and washed off her legs and feet, finally turning his attentions towards her cunt. At first, his strokes were tentative, purely inquisitive, but he soon dropped the washcloth and it lay forgotten at the bottom of the tub as his fingers explored her nether regions. He slipped a finger inside her and verified that she had never been touched. Realizing this, he came to his senses and picked up the washcloth again, soaping in between her ass cheeks and slipping a finger inside to feel how tight it was. She was definitely one hot piece.

Reluctantly, he lowered her back into the water to rinse off, and then picked her up again and wrapped her in a fluffy towel. He dried her and selected a baby-girl nightgown from his stock that would fit her and put it on her. Later on in the week she would be brought back here for a full portfolio of pictures to be taken, but for now he needed to get her back in bed, a real bed this time.

The man took her back down the hall and opened up a new room, this one with a bed with sheets and blankets. It was still dim, but it had a night light in the corner and a video feed so he could keep an eye on her. He tucked her in and shut the door securely. He then went to find one of his pretties to relieve the sexual tension that Jessica had brought about.