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None of the following is based on real organisms or organizations, and any semblance to anyone or anything real, living, deceased or imaginary, is purely coincidental. There is no place called Cherish Valley in the United States that I am aware of. I write stories for my own enjoyment. I write stories in which adult women are degraded, humiliated, and fucked by young girls. If this story seems to be better edited that is because I have a wonderful male editor who at times adds just the right amount of detail into the story line. If there are any remaining mistakes in the story as far as grammar or punctuation, then it is my error and not his. Thanks "A", you're wonderful and patient with me. I also want to thank several readers with whom I have become "email friends" and my one "cutie". Your ideas keep me going and energizes me. Author's advisory: All these stories that I write about are for adults only. If you're under-aged or of a closed mind and you read my stories, your teeth will rot and all your hair will fall out! This stuff is too mature and sophisticated for you. Anyone who is an adult or age of majority, of course, is welcome to continue. This is my 2013 Christmas gift to all my readers: "Here's the newest Christmas hit by the local Cherish Valley adult girl band, the Clits," the female announcer proclaimed. Mary Stevens smiled as she gripped the steering wheel. The Clits had finished their summer tour dates with a three night show at the Young Girl's Club several months ago. She was there on-stage dancing for the youngsters between sets. When the band came out to play the girls would rush the stage. The five women who made up the Clits, Beth, the lead singer, Janie, the guitarist, Emily, the bass player, Leeza, the drummer and Jessica, the keyboardist, wore costumes that resembled the female genitalia. On their heads was a representation of a female clit nub. It was kind of humiliating to watch the women prance around the stage in the costumes but the young girls loved it. The band had a following of adult women and young girls. Their shows were always sold out. The song started and Mary turned it up. Mistress Baby, slip your fingers into my cunt, for me. I've been an awful good pet, Mistress Baby So hurry down my anus tonight Mistress Baby, use a dildo dominator too, Light blue I'll wait up for you dear, Mistress Baby, so hurry down my anus tonight Think of all the fun young girls have missed Think of all the young anuses I haven't kissed Next year I could be just as good If you'll check off my Christmas list Mistress Baby, I want more whippings And really that's not a lot I've been an angel all year for you, Mistress Baby, so hurry down my anus tonight Mistress Honey, there's one thing I really do need, The key To your dungeon Mistress Baby, so hurry down my anus tonight Mistress Baby, and fill my cunt with a double headed dildo And KY jelly Wipe your cunt on my face Mistress Baby, and hurry down my anus tonight Come and trim my pussy hair With some clit decorations bought at Skimpy clothes I really do submit to you Let's see if you dominate me Mistress Baby, forgot to mention one little thing A ring, I don't mean a phone, but a clit ring Mistress Baby, so hurry down my anus tonight Hurry down my anus tonight ** As she drove from work to the Young Girl's Club she thought about that three nights that the Clits played at the club last summer. The first night after her first dance routine on stage she was standing over by the bar chatting with two women, a mother and an elementary school teacher. Mary had no kids, yet, she was only thirty-something with plenty of time to devote to raising her own children. She was purchased by four girls at a table, twenty dollars for twenty minutes with her cunt. The youngsters mentioned that they were in the fourth grade as they fixed their strap-on's around their slim waists. The girls didn't take their clothes off, they just put their strap-on's on the outside of their clothes. Mary undressed and was made to lay on her back on the table but she made sure that she took a piece of tape and put it over her anus just to make sure the girls didn't get any crazy idea that her anus was for the taking. The table rotated a full 360. In this way Mary was passed around to each girl who took their turns fucking her. They slapped her tits and thighs as they pumped her cunt. Three of the girls came as the little clit massager on their strap-on stroked them. A wet spot could be seen on the girls. The fourth girl took longer as she loved slapping Mary's face and tits but eventually she came also. It wasn't all that long ago that Mary was a teenager here at YGC doing the same thing to the adult women. She could take her school and home life frustrations out on the adult women who worked the club. Between her sixteenth and seventeenth birthday Mary packed in as much sex as she could with adult women. When she turned seventeen the younger girls turned on her as she was seen as an adult. Mary didn't start working at YGC until she was twenty-one. She attended the Post-Diversity University graduating with a degree in measurement but then needed money to pay off her student loans. The second night of the Clits concert at YGC she volunteered to work one of the play rooms. She was stuffed into a metal serving cart with her head sticking out on the serving surface and her anus and cunt sticking out the back of the cart, it was quite an uncomfortable position for her to be in. Around her head were finger foods but more importantly the serving cart was same height was the waist line of a six year-old. The little darlings could stick their big strap-on's quite easily into her mouth or her cunt or anus. In this way she was passed around the room. Mary smiled because she was paid seventy-five dollars for volunteering for that job, the money was good. The next Christmas song came on. Oh the orgy inside is frightful But the whippings are so delightful And since I've got no place to go, Let me spank, let me spank, let me spank The fucking doesn't show signs of stopping And I've brought some canes for caning The lights are turned way down low Let me spank, let me spank, let me spank When you finally kiss my anus goodnight, How I'll hate letting you out the door But if you really kiss my pussy tight All the way home you'll be warm The orgy is slowly dying And, my dear, you're sill kissing my anus But as long as you love my anus so Let me spank, let me spank, let me spank ** Mary sang along with the song as she drove into the YGC parking lot. She thought of that third night of the Clits concert last summer. She'd volunteer for the teen play room, the pay was a hundred dollars which was hard to turn down. The workers at the club set her upside down on a padded seat that was low to the ground. Her head was down and her ankles tied down next to her ears. Her anus and cunt were exposed above her. A piece of tape was placed over her cunt to prevent over anxious girls from penetrating it. Just above her face was a small square glass platform that the girls stood on as they plunged their strap-on's into her anus. Mary remembered that some girls had written things on the soles of their shoes. Depending on how you read it the girls wrote stuff like "Fuck Stupid" or could've been "Stupid Fuck" other things like "Cunt Fuck", or "Fuck You" even "Fucking Whore", things like that. It was the little humiliating things that made Mary blush. Anyway the padded chair had wheels on it and the girls would push it around the room taking their turns. Some girls would dance to music as they rhythmically plunged their strap-on into her anus. "Hi, Mary!" the mayor of the town of Climax smiled. She ran the YGC out of her mayoral office but would sometimes hold her meetings at the club. "Hi, Mayor!" Mary waved as she walked in the rear entrance. Mary had volunteered to be a stocking stuffer at a first grade Christmas party. She walked up the stairs and down the hallway. Some of the rooms were being cleaned for tonight's use. "Hi," Mary said as she walked into the party room. Some of the women in the room smiled at her. About a dozen other women were getting into their costumes and decorations. The workers and the women were talking in low tones. The mayor came into the room clapping her hands. "Okay ladies get your game face on! We all know that first graders can be very demanding. I don't want anything to spoil their fun." "How long is this gonna last again?" asked a woman who was being tied up. "The class paid for the use of your bodies for two hours. Their teacher said if the girls liked your enthusiasm tonight they will pay us a bonus," the mayor smiled. For the women who worked the club they paid ten percent of their nightly earnings to the club. That money went to pay for the salaries of the club staff and the upkeep of the club and advertising costs. If there was a bonus paid to a woman or a group of women then fifty percent of the bonus went to the club. All transactions within the club were considered business transactions between the buyer (the young girl) and the seller (the woman). As Mary got undress there was a nude woman in the middle of the room who was made up to be a Christmas tree. She was standing a festive looking tree stand. The woman was painted green. As she stood there decorations were placed on her body and several strings of lights were wrapped around her. The decorations were attached to clothes pins which were then clamped onto the woman's skin. The decorations were of nude women in various poses. A dozen strap-on's were hung around the woman's neck. Two women off in the corner were nude standing next to each as they were duct taped from their mouths to their ankles. A large life size box like a Christmas package was being prepared with wrapping paper and bows. The two women would be placed into the box and a cover placed over the top box sealing the women in. The youngsters would have fun tearing into the box to get their "present". About a dozen women were being suspended about five feet off the ground, just high enough that the girls could slap, pinch, push, and finger the women. They were decorated with tinsel balls and mistletoe that hung down from their nipples and crotch. Their legs were spread as were their arms. The girls could "wind" up the rope then let the rope "unwind" causing the women to twirl in a nice tight circle. Mary stripped naked and walked over to the life size red and white Christmas stocking. She and three other women would be stuff into the stocking that was suspended about a foot off the ground. The stocking was hanging just in front of a make believe fireplace and could only really fit one woman comfortably, it would be tight for two women but with four women? Mary shuddered. She'd soon find out what it'll be like. Her hands were handcuffed behind her and ankles were secured with padded pink ankle cuffs. Two pink pasties were attached to Mary's nipples. The pasties barely covered her nipples. Her cunt and anus were wrapped with Christmas paper between her thighs and around her waist making it look like she had a diaper on. An "O" ring was placed in her mouth so that the youngsters had unfettered access to her mouth and throat for their strap-on's. Mary and the three women were picked up and put into the stocking. They stood squeezed together on a narrow wooden platform placed at the bottom of the stocking that only two women could easily stand on. The stocking was zipped up which cause Mary and the other women to squeeze tightly against each other. They waited. Mary couldn't hear a thing. And they waited. Mary was getting uncomfortable standing in the stocking. She wondered how the other women in the room were faring. Then she heard noise coming from the hallway, little girl laughs and giggles. Mary heard the door open and the girls rush in. Her heart beat increased, a little tingly sensation in her stomach started up. She couldn't wait to the see the surprised look on their faces. For what seemed like forever the stocking they were in wasn't opened. Mary was getting anxious. She could hear the suspended women moaning and groaning and packages being ripped open. The girls were laughing as she heard them pull the women out of the boxes. "Oh please open the stocking," Mary pleaded to herself. Mary heard several girls crying. They were complaining that they weren't being allowed to participate in fun. Their teacher comforted the girls. It was then that Mary heard the teacher usher the girls to the Christmas stocking they were in. "Oh, this is it!" thought Mary. She could tell the other women were excited too. The teacher pulled the zipper down and when she did the stocking swung gently back and forth. As the stocking opened Mary and the three women tumbled out of the stocking and onto the floor. Mary blinked her eyes several times. The light in the room momentarily blinded her. She looked up at the little girls. They were all smiling looking down at her and the other three women. Two of them wiped tears from their eyes then smiled a wicked smile. "Yea!" the girls screamed as they rushed forward grabbing at Mary and the other stocking stuffers. Their teacher clapped her hands in joy, "Let the rape begin, girls!" she laughed as she stepped aside. Mary almost fainted with pleasure at the sight of naked little girls with flat chests and hairless cunts running around the room their strap-on's waving back forth in front of them. Their carefree attitude never failed to amaze her. This is where she was meant to be. Somebody had put on the Christmas song "Deck the Halls" for background music. Deck the halls with well hung mothers Fa la la la la, la la la la Tis' the season to be swinging Fa la la la la, la la la la Don we now our 10 inch strap-on's Troll the neighborhood for mothers Fa la la la la, la la la la Fa la la la la, la la la la Mistresses measure with the rulers Fa la la la la, la la la la Fa la la la la, la la la la Hang them in merry measure Fa la la la la, la la la la While I tell of Yuletide hangings Fa la la la la, la la la la Fast away the mothers struggle Fa la la la la, la la la la Hail the sight all young mistresses Fa la la la la, la la la la Dance with joy all together Fa la la la la, la la la la Heedless of their swinging and struggles Fa la la la la, la la la la Merry Christmas! I wish you a hopeful Christmas and a brave New Year. May all anguish and sadness leave your heart and may your road be clear and rise gently to meet you.