The Factory

 

A.N.:  Before I go any further, I should probably address the “You’re sick! How can you write this?!” comments and emails I’ve been getting. 

 

If you’ve clicked on my story, then the adage about throwing stones in glass houses applies.  You really shouldn’t complain about perverts when you’re also in the club.

 

If you commented without actually reading the story, then you don’t have the first clue about what’s actually in there and so will be ignored.  Read the story, THEN tell me why you hate it.  Or go read about unicorns and rainbows in a less offensive story and leave me to my perversions. 

 

I do want to hear from the rest of you, though.  Tell me what you liked, what you didn’t like, what you’d like to have happen next.  This story was actually based on a reader’s request, and I’ll always welcome any suggestions that get the juices flowing (pun intended). 

 

Chapter Four: Placing an Order





Grant Michaels had been raised in privilege. Born to a wealthy family, he’d had everything—devoted parents, the best education, his pick of women, a successful company before he’d even reached his mid-twenties, eventually a beautiful trophy wife whom he secretly hated but still screwed every chance he had. The world had been his to claim…which made his current situation all the more ironic. Who would have thought that Grant Michaels, powerful, rich Grant Michaels, would be sitting in what seemed to be a shady hotel room, trying to decide which child he’d be raping that night?



Grant bit his lip as he flipped through the pictures, his cock uncomfortably hard. It didn’t help that the children in the Catalogue were all naked, their legs reluctantly spread and misery on their faces. God, he wanted one…



He wondered where they came from. Mark had mentioned breeding pools, but as many of them as there were, surely some had come from other sources? Would he soon be raping a child already traumatized from being stolen from her own home?



The thought was surprisingly arousing. Grant had always been about power and control, and having one of these helpless children under him as he hurt them would give more of that than even he might have thought possible.



‘God,’ he thought, ‘just pick one already!’



Mark had already explained how the Catalogue worked, but Grant had barely even glanced at the pages before flipping to the section in white. Though he could understand why most of the men here preferred children that had already been broken in—much cheaper and easier to fuck, he supposed—he was wealthy enough to do as he liked. He wanted a child he could break himself, one that had never known the touch of a man, one that would scream and cry as he forced his cock into her.



He also wanted a girl, mostly because he was too homophobic to consider sticking his penis into anything that already had one, but also because girls had more holes to fill and could thus be more traumatized by a night with him. Fortunately for him, the Catalogue offered girls in abundance.



The selection of virgins was unsurprisingly smaller than any of the others, but Grant was still pleased by what he found. There were blonde girls and brunettes, slim girls and chubby girls, girls with frightened faces and girls with tears still on their cheeks. There were some as old as fifteen and as young as three…but Grant had always been partial to girls with dark hair and eyes, and as he stared down at a slender six-year-old with terror in her eyes, he almost came before he could even reach for the phone.



“This is Melanie,” the impersonal voice on the other end informed him. “Are you ready to place your order?”



Grant’s voice was a little too hoarse as he gave the girl’s item number, but the woman either didn’t notice or didn’t care. “Yes, sir. Would you like your order to be clothed or bare?”



Oh, God. At this rate, he was going to orgasm before the girl even arrived.



“Clothed.”



“Very good. Would you like to order an outfit for her from the special menu, or would you rather have her in standard?”



He really should have looked at the special menu, though it was obviously too late now. He’d come if he so much as opened the Catalogue again, and that would be too much of a waste. “Standard,” he told the receptionist, though he didn’t know what that entailed.



“Very good, sir. I’ll have your item—oh, my apologies. I’ve just noticed that this item comes in the original packaging. Would you prefer that?”



This one floored him. “Original packaging?”



The receptionist didn’t seem to have noticed his hesitation. “This item was purchased from an outside source,” she blandly explained. “For a small additional sum, your item can be delivered wearing the same clothing in which it was initially found.”



Grant frowned, processing that. Did this mean the girl had been taken from the streets, and she could be brought to him wearing the clothes in which she’d been found? If that was all this meant, why the extra fee?



It would make sense if the girl had been kidnapped, because the clothing could be used as either evidence or identification. It would be dangerous to keep something like that on hand, which would explain the extra cost. The real question, though, was if it’d be worthwhile to pay more for clothing he’d only rip from her.



“Just standard for now,” Grant abruptly decided. Maybe for the next one...



“All right, sir. Is there anything else you would like to order at this time?”



‘I just want the girl, for God’s sake!’



“No, thank you,” Grant muttered, the impatience becoming clear in his voice. Didn’t she realize how much this was hurting him? God, he needed to fuck.



“Very good, sir. Your item will arrive within the next half hour. Enjoy your stay at the Factory.”



He placed the phone back in the cradle without saying anything more, briefly considered looking through the special menu or even just searching for other girls, then decided he wouldn’t last if he did. He chose, instead, to lay back on his bed, his hands fisted in the sheets so they wouldn’t fist around his own cock, and closed his eyes.



Half an hour, he’d been told. The girl would arrive at his door in half an hour, and then he could do with her as he liked. Only thirty minutes.



The man groaned, knowing he’d never make it. That long with his cock like this? It wasn’t possible.



He thought for a moment about going in search of Mark, but that wasn’t really a possibility, either. Mark had known where his room was, but Grant had never thought to ask for his…and somehow, in a place this paranoid, he didn’t think he could go to the front desk and simply ask. In any case, Mark was probably already buried in that boy’s ass by now and wouldn’t want to be interrupted.



The thought made his cock throb again, and Grant almost shuddered. ‘God,’ he thought, ‘I may be going to hell for what I’m about to do, but this is almost punishment enough!’



Grant forced himself to turn his thoughts to other things. He had so many questions about the Factory, and though he knew most of those questions would probably be best left unanswered, he couldn’t help trying to find answers for himself.



How did this place operate? He hadn’t really paid attention to the prices in the Catalogue and didn’t even really remember how much he’d paid for the child—he’d been too focused on the sight of her naked cunt—but obviously a place like this would be expensive. The security measures alone would cost a fortune, and he refused to even consider how much these people must pay to investigate their clients.



…and that was another issue, and one with which he should probably have been uncomfortable. If these people were able to investigate him, what would stop others from doing the same? True, he put up a good front to the public, and he doubted that even his own bitch of a wife knew where his interests were, but even so…perhaps he ought to be even more careful in the future.



Not that this was really possible. He was already fairly paranoid himself, and it was truly a fluke that Mark had learned his secret. He didn’t think anyone else could, though he’d have to ask Mark later that night. They were supposed to meet for dinner, though Grant didn’t actually know what time it was or how long he had with the girl.



Not that it mattered. As hard as he was, he’d only need a few minutes anyway. He’d have to fuck her properly later.



The minutes passed far too slowly, but Grant’s cock didn’t ease in the slightest as he waited impatiently. He tried not to think, tried not to move. He simply lay on the bed, his hands gripping the sheets at his sides, his legs spread and his cock jutting a little too proudly against his pants. He was hard as a rock, felt like he’d been hit by one, and it was literally all he could do not to simply cum on his own. When was the fucking girl going to arrive?



In spite of his discomfort, Grant was almost surprised when the knock finally came. He sprang to his feet, winced as his cock strained inside his pants with the movement, and all but raced to the door. He flung it aside, expression tight, and finally came face-to-face with his victim.



She was every bit as tiny as she’d seemed in the pictures. She was all hair and frightened eyes, her head only coming roughly to his waist. She was gripping the hand of the man beside her, her eyes wide even if she didn’t seem to realize what was happening. She wasn’t quite scared enough for that, though Grant thought that she soon would be.



It was another heady thought, the idea that this little girl would soon be beneath him, her screams ringing in his ears as he thrust into her and broke her.



God, he needed to get in her.



The man who’d brought the girl nudged her forward, though he didn’t yet release her hand. “Your item is due back tomorrow at noon,” he told Grant. “Should you choose to keep your item for a second day, you will receive a slight discount on the price. Should you damage your item in any lasting way, you will be charged a fine. If you would like to place a second order or desire any items from the special menu, please contact the receptionist. Enjoy your stay at the Factory.”



Grant barely acknowledged him. He only nodded, reached out and took the girl’s hand in his own. She came willingly enough, and he tried not to think about how her hand would look when wrapped around his cock.



The worker turned and began walking away, and Grant spent a second wondering if he should have tipped the man before simply shrugging and turning back to the little girl. She was waiting beside him, clearly uncertain but not yet terrified, and he couldn’t help smiling. “Hello,” he told her. “I’m Grant.”



He probably shouldn’t have used his real name, but the girl only smiled hesitantly back. “I’m Amy.”



It fit her, though he stopped himself from asking for her last name. “Nice to meet you, Amy,” he said instead, shutting the door and then pulling her with him towards the bed.



He sat on the edge, motioned for her to stand in front of him. She did, still wary and looking around, and Grant’s breath caught as he realized just how close she was to his cock.



Time to get down to business.



“Amy,” he started, pulling her forward until her stomach was against his knees. “Have you ever seen a cock before?”



She only stared at him blankly, her tiny lips forming the unfamiliar word. Finally, she shook her head. “What’s a cock?”



Grant smiled.



He reached down, removed his belt and then unbuttoned his pants. He’d considered having the girl undress him, but he thought the clasp of his slacks might be too much for the girl, and he didn’t want to wait while she figured it out. “I’ll show you,” he told her as he suddenly pushed to his feet, “but you’ll have to help.”



The little girl nodded, and Grant smiled again.



“Do you know how to use a zipper?” he asked, and when she nodded again, he took her small hands and directed them to the crotch of his pants. “You have to help me get mine down, then.”



She hesitated, but he only continued smiling benevolently and pressing her fingers against his crotch. “If you don’t help me,” he told her, “you won’t get to see a cock.”



She still seemed unsure, but after a moment, she finally reached for the zipper, sliding it down over the bulge in his pants.



Grant’s smile turned evil. “Good,” he told her. “Now help me push my pants down, please.”



She was looking very nervous by then, but when he lifted her hands from his crotch and placed them on the hem of his slacks instead, she didn’t fight him. He kept his hands on hers as he pushed his pants down, his cock twitching as it formed a tent in his boxers.



“Good girl,” he murmured, releasing her long enough to finish pressing his pants down and then stepping out of them entirely. “Now my underwear.”



She looked up at him, then, her eyes confused. “Your underwear?”



He nodded, his face becoming a little harder. “Take them off,” he said, and this time it was an order.



She didn’t move at first, and he dropped the smile. “Take them off,” he snapped, reaching down and taking her wrists in a bruising grip. She tried to pull away, her face scrunching with pain, tears beginning to well in her eyes.



He dropped her wrists, jerked his boxers down himself. “I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” he told her, “and if you don’t listen, then I’ll have to punish you. You don’t want to be spanked, do you?”



She didn’t seem to be listening. Her entire body was frozen, her eyes locked on the eight inches of erect penis straining towards her. He thought briefly of slapping her, then decided that he didn’t want her to start screaming until he was forcing his dick into her tiny child’s cunt.



He sat back on the bed, pulled her close again. “That’s a cock,” he told her, letting his voice soften just a little. “Do you think it’s pretty?”



The girl stared at it for a moment, then shook her head.



Grant laughed. “It’ll be even less pretty later,” he told her, still laughing as he leaned forward and began undressing her.



He hadn’t really noticed what she’d been wearing before, but as it turned out, “standard” was nothing more than a pair of cotton sweats and a plain t-shirt. Maybe he should have gone with the original clothing, after all...



Too late now. She blinked up at him in surprise as he pulled her pants down around her ankles, noting the pair of plain cotton panties beneath. “We’re going to play a game,” he informed the little girl, who still seemed too uncertain. “Do you want to play a game?”



She nodded. “What kind of game?”



He didn’t answer, choosing instead to begin pulling her shirt over her head. She lifted her arms obediently, and he licked his lips again as her stomach and then nipples were exposed.



“Delicious,” he said as he tossed the shirt on the floor, then leaned forward to brush her nipples with his thumbs. She didn’t jerk back, though she did look up at him with confusion on her pretty face. He almost laughed again.



He continued brushing her nipples until they’d gotten just a little hard, and then slid his hands down her body until he’d reached the hem of her panties. He pulled them down, as well, instructed her to step out of them and then toss them aside with the rest of her clothing.



And all the while, little Amy continued staring at him, uneasy and confused. She clearly sensed that something wasn’t right, but she also clearly didn’t understand enough to be truly afraid.



Grant lifted the little girl into his arms, almost wincing in anticipation as his cock brushed against her bare skin. He probably should have continued with the charade, told her more about the “game,” but the instant their skin had touched, he’d stopped caring about pretense. Maybe with the next one...



He shifted the child until she was sitting in his lap, facing him, her legs on either side of his body and his cock pressed against his stomach. He stared at her confused, worried face for a moment, then abruptly leaned forward and pressed his mouth to hers.



She did try to pull away, then, her cries muffled by the lips smothering hers, but he brought one of his hands to the back of her head and kept her pressed to him. He continued kissing her as she struggled to free herself, his tongue probing against her lips, pushing briefly inside her mouth but pulling out before she could inadvertently bite down. Then, as her struggles became fiercer and she began running out of oxygen, he finally let her go.



Amy sagged in his arms, no longer struggling now that she could breathe freely once more, and as she recovered herself, he shifted again. He lifted the child’s tiny body, struggling a little himself as he tried to angle her hips with one hand and still position his cock against her cunt with the other.



He made it work somehow, leaving his cock pressed against her entrance, one hand still holding her body up, the other moving down to lift her left leg. Then, with a look that could only be described as evil, he pushed the little girl’s body down, impaling her on his penis in one hard, brutal move.



Grant had expected her to scream, to cry, but in that first instant, as his hot, hard cock invaded her small body, Amy only went completely white. The color drained from her face, her eyes widening with the shock of unexpected pain, and only then, as he waited for her reaction, did her face crumble and she began to sob.



She didn’t try to get away from him, though, obviously too afraid of causing more pain, and he sat for a moment, content to enjoy the feel of her vice-like child’s cunt on his cock. He held her hips to him with both hands, glancing down at their joined sexes. He hadn’t been able to get even the majority of his cock in her—maybe only a few inches at the most, though he though he could get more in as he began fucking her in earnest—but he could also see the slight bulge in her abdomen, and as unnatural as the sight was, it was arousing enough to make up for everything else.



“I can see my cock in you,” he told her with a grin, and as she only continued crying, he began jerking her little body up and down on his dick, trying to get more of it in her.



It worked, at least in part. Grant lifted his own hips, pushing more of his cock up into Amy even as he pulled her down. She sobbed even more wildly with every small movement, her hands pushing ineffectively against the arms holding her prisoner.



Grant was surprised by how long he’d lasted. He’d have thought, as hard as he was, that he’d have come by now, but he was already realizing that he could keep going. He gripped Amy’s hips a little more tightly, and then he began thrusting up into her in earnest.



She did scream, then. Her breath began coming out in ragged sobs punctuated by cries of pain. The sound only egged her rapist on, but Grant was almost laughing as he continued driving up into her, watching as the bulge in her abdomen grew larger with every thrust. He’d gotten just over half of his cock in her by then, though he knew the few inches remaining simply wouldn’t fit. She was too small to take the entire thing, but wasn’t that the point of this?



The rape continued, that man’s cock invading and tearing and hurting as the little continued crying in agony. Grant knew he was probably being a little too rough on the child, but he’d never been one to let something as unimportant as a fine stop him from getting what he wanted, and this was no different. He used the child, fucked her as hard as he might have fucked a grown woman, relishing the miserable agony in his victim’s expression.



And then, just when he thought he could go on forever, Grant felt his orgasm building. He began thrusting harder and faster, wanting to hurt the child as much as possible before the end, and then he came. His balls tightened and his cock all but exploded, his seed streaming out of him and into the child’s immature womb. He could feel it pushing against his cock as he thrust once more, only then noticing the slickness that was already there.



“I think I made you bleed,” Grant muttered as the orgasm finally passed and he could calm himself. He looked down at his cock, still inside the girl but covered in streaks of dark blood.



Once again, the girl didn’t seem to hear him. She was still sobbing, though her cries had quieted, and her eyes were a little too blank.



She’d gone into shock. Grant sighed, glad that he’d caused her this level of trauma—he liked the power he had over her a little too much—but knowing he wouldn’t touch her again until she was more aware.



It’d be more fun that way.



The only man sighed again, then threw his upper body back against the bed, the girl still somehow remaining in his lap, his penis still inside her as she cried.