Author: Sterling
Title: A Soldier's Reward
Summary: The US army is in desperate need of some soldiers who
will fight to the death. The plan is simple: offer pedophiles a
small girl they can love any way they want -- if they survive.
With their brothers being maimed and killed in the war, a few
girls volunteer to do their part.
Keywords: Mg Mg(5-8) MF oral 1st ws pedo het cons

NOTICE:  This story contains explicit sex.

First posted 1/15/2016.

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A Soldier's Reward

The war was not going well. One quote from the recent council
meeting stuck with Colonel Dylan Dodge:

"What we need is men -- it doesn't have to be many -- maybe a
couple thousand, who will risk a really high casualty rate and
keep fighting. We have the technology. Put them in a single unit,
and we can turn this around."

The colonel's heart was pounding as he made the appointment with
General Butterfield, it pounded when he was ushered in, and it
kept pounding as he explained his idea.

"Absolutely not! How can you even suggest such a thing!"

Colonel Dodge realized he was drenched with sweat. After further
explanation, the General said, "It will never work! No civilians
would volunteer to do their part. No soldiers would volunteer
to!"

Colonel Dodge pointed out that given the new more comprehensive
tests included in the army physical, it was possible to know
which soldiers might volunteer.

General Butterfield bit his lip. "And how are you going to
explain this to the parents?"

"Our sons are getting killed, maimed, and traumatized for life.
Would your daughter possibly be willing to sacrifice too? She
won't be harmed physically. This could resonate especially with
girls whose big brothers are in the army, suffering."

The country was desperate. Colonel Dodge was authorized to do
feasibility studies. To his great relief, no one asked probing
questions about why he, personally had been the one to come up
with this idea.

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Sergeant George Brown smiled. Sometimes it *was* a good idea to
volunteer for an assignment without knowing what it would be.
He'd been told that he was eligible because he'd earned his
Silver Star. He hoped that mean it would be something good, and
it turned out to be a good guess.

Quality control. Quality control for the Loli Privates.

Here was 7-year-old Mary. She looked pale.

"Hi, Mary, how's it going?" he asked.

"Fine," she said.

"You up for doing a big service for your country?"

"OK."

"Can I slide my hand up under your dress?"

She nodded, but he saw the beginning of tears in her eyes.

He put his hand on her knee, and slid it gently up between her
legs. She frowned and put her legs together.

Nope, she would never do.

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Little 5-year-old Amelia was more promising.

"You want to see my penis?" he asked.

"OK," she said shyly.

George pulled down his trousers and briefs and lay back on the
bed.

Amelia sat beside him without prompting.

Looking at the lovely little girl, his member started to grow.

"Can I touch?" asked Amelia.

"Sure," said George.

In the gentle care of her curious fingers, blood surged into it
strongly.

"It's growing!" she said with eyes wide.

"It's growing because I think you're a very sexy little girl,"
said the sergeant. "Can you show me what's in your panties?"

She hesitated just a moment. "You fought and did something brave,
right?"

George smiled. "Yeah."

"Then here." Dress went up, panties went down, legs spread apart.

"Oh, baby, that's nice!" he said, right hand reaching out to
caress her smooth lips. "Can I lick it?"

"Ewww!" said little Amelia, but then she giggled. "If you really
want to."

He really did all right. And she lay back, spreading her legs to
give him room. He leaned in and began licking. Ah, that was nice!

"Now can you do that to me?" he asked.

"Lick your penis?"

"Yeah!"

"OK," she said, and licked it once, tentatively.

"Pretend it's a yummy lollipop..." Oh, yeah, she was pretty good.
"And now a popsicle. Suck like a popsicle, over and over..."

A little more of this and he'd come in her mouth. But he had
other girls to see.

"OK, baby, you're a great little girl." She'd make a great Loli
Private.

For her, it was on to the doctors for vagina stretching.
Painless, they said.

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Here was Tina, age 8. Ready to lose her virginity. One of the
other Quality Control soldiers must have gotten her through the
first stage, because she didn't look familiar.

A lovely little black girl.

"Hey, Tina, you know what we're here for?"

"Yeah! You're gonna stick it in me, so I find out what it's like.
Go ahead!"

Down came the panties, then she lay back and spread her legs.

Sergeant Brown ditched his trousers and underpants. He was quite
soft.

"Oh, yeah, let me help get it hard." She scrambled up and stroked
his balls, and took his cock in her mouth. She did a great job.
Thirty seconds later, she took her mouth off. "There!" she said,
looking with pride at his stiff cock.

She resumed her former position, never taking her eyes off his
cock.

He leaned forward into position. She held her lips open and
guided him in.

"Oh, baby, that's nice!" he said as he slid in. Nice texture, wet
and tight. "Look at me," he said.

She looked into his face, expressionless, for a few seconds, then
her eyes returned with interest to the thick shaft that was
pumping in and out of her.

For her it was all about the organs. Well, he was happy to
concentrate on the organs too.

He had a hunch she wouldn't be sensitive to rough talk either.
"Oh, baby, you're a great fuck," he growled. And he picked up the
pace, slamming himself deeper and faster. "Oh, what a hot bitch!"
he said. She just smiled a little more.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh, you cunt, you hot cunt, cunt, cunt, yeah!" he
said as his cock erupted in her little pussy.

Her eyes remained fixed on his shaft as his motion slowed and
stopped. "I did it! I made you happy!" she said. "And it didn't
hurt."

Very nice. Some of the guys would like her a lot -- she had a
perfect little pussy and would satisfy a cock. Didn't mind
getting it hard and hearing some rough language. Though probably
not so great for the ones with a romantic streak.

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Amy had done it with Sergeant Brown and two of the other
soldiers.

Here she was with the sisters Katy and Laura, as part of their
initial screening. The grown-ups had decided that it worked
better if a girl described what it was like to be a Loli Private.

"The guy's got a penis, like all boys and men, right? And when he
sees little girls like us, 'specially when we're naked, it gets
big and long." She demonstrated with her finger the basic idea of
a penis rising to an erection. "And you've got a vagina between
your legs, right? The hole? So he sticks it in like this..." She
demonstrated her finger poking in and out of the curled fingers
of her other hand. "He gets real excited as he makes it go in and
out, and then he takes it out and you're done."

Looking at the scene on the video monitor, the colonel turned to
Sergeant Brown. "Gotta love these kids. No pussy-footing around.
Straight to the point." The sergeant smiled.

"Oh," said Katy, with a smile. "Why would they want to do
*that*?"

"I dunno," said Amy. "That's how grown-ups make babies, they say.
When a man does that to a woman instead of a girl. These guys
just like to do it to little girls, instead. And it makes them
really, really happy. So they go out and get shot at and killed
and stuff, and our part is to let them poke us between the legs
like that."

"Do I have a, um, vagina?" asked Laura.

"Oh, yeah, all girls have it. You can feel around. The doctors do
this stuff with goop to make it bigger, but it doesn't hurt. A
penis is a lot bigger than my finger. They make sure it works
with this plastic penis thing before a real guy does it."

"Do you like stand up?" asked Katy.

"Naah, it's kind of like this," she said. "You lie back and
spread your legs, except when you do it for real you're naked or
at least your panties are down... That's right. And then the guy
goes like this..."

She mounted and thrust with her pelvis in about the right place.
"Ooh, ahh, baby, ah, mmm, oh, yeah, mmm, mmm, mmmm, mmmm, aah,
oh, oh, oh, Yes!" all the while thrusting her pelvis against
Katy, then stopping.

Katy was giggling.

Behind the monitor, the sergeant and the colonel laughed.

"Me, me, I want a turn!" said Laura.

"Ah, OK, you sweet little bitch," said Amy, and proceeded to do
her little pretend fuck.

All three girls were giggling.

So another two little girls were on their way to becoming Loli
Privates.

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The colonel motioned for Private Young to sit in the one chair,
and he took the other.

"So, private," said the colonel. "Tell me about your love life.
Before the war."

"Sir?"

"It's important..."

"Well, um, gee..."

"No girlfriend, right? Everyone asking if you're gay? But no
boyfriends, either. A secret you don't dare to tell anybody?"

"No, sir. I can't say there was. Any girlfriends. Or any secret."

"Right. Well, all those tests you took when you had your
physical? We can tell things from them we never could before."

"I don't understand, sir."

"I'd like you to meet someone."

The door opened, and a 6-year-old girl walked in. A beautiful
blond, blue-eyed cherub.

"Amy, I'd like you to meet Carl."

Amy smiled at Carl. "Thank you for serving your country and
keeping us all safe."

"Uh, you're welcome?"

"Can I sit in your lap?" She didn't wait for an answer, but
hopped up and sat, then put her arms around his neck and smiled
at him.

Private Carl Young looked very uncomfortable.

"I'd be happy to play with you, if you'd like that."

"Um, OK, that's very kind of you."

"You could touch me anywhere. And I mean *anywhere*." She kissed
him on one cheek. "And I'd touch you anywhere you like." She
rubbed noses with him.

The colonel said, "OK, Amy, that's great. Thank you!"

She hopped down and said, "Bye, Carl" before skipping out of the
room, shutting the door behind her.

"Private Young, what is that bulge in your trousers?"

"Um, sir, um...."

"You don't have to answer that. Wouldn't that be pretty special,
to have a chance to play with Amy for an evening? As part of her
preparation for her military service, her vagina has been treated
so it is able to accept an adult penis without discomfort."

Private Young looked dazed.

"She's confident and friendly and loving to start with. She is
willing to let you make love to her because she wants to serve
her country. She is a Loli Private. But you could tell that she
wasn't being pressured into it, right?"

"Yes, sir, she seemed very friendly."

"But there's a catch. Here's the catch. We need to form a new
elite unit. We need a regiment of soldiers who are willing to
fight smart, fight hard, and if necessary fight to the death.
It's hard to find the right volunteers. If you achieve your
mission, then on your return you will be able to spend an evening
with Amy."

The private looked thoughtful and confused.

"I have a pretty good idea how you feel about Amy and girls like
her. A pretty good idea indeed."

When Private Young looked up, Colonel Dodge gave a slight smile
and a slight nod.

The private gave a brief smile of recognition, then looked away.

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Force Turquoise fought bravely and hard. Thirty percent killed,
thirty percent wounded. But they achieved the objective. It
turned the tide in the key battle of the campaign.

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"Hi, Private Young!" said Amy. "Oh, dear! What happened to your
hand!"

"I managed to stick it in front of an enemy bullet. Pretty silly
of me, wasn't it?"

"No," said Amy. "The colonel says you fought hard for our
country."

"I..." he said. "You're so pretty, Amy..."

"Thanks," she said. "What can I do for you?"

"I can touch you anywhere?" he said.

"Yup!" she said. "I'd like it if you did!"

His good right hand caressed her hair, her cheek, and her arm.
Then it rubbed her back, and then he slid it down to her right
knee.

"I... I... Can I?"

"Sure!" said Amy, smiling.

His hand slid up under her white dress, farther and farther until
it touched panty cloth. He gasped.

Amy's hand rested lightly on the big bulge between Carl's legs.
"I think I know where you'd like to put that," she said, kissing
his cheeks and then his lips, gently.

"I..." he said. He had fought hard. He could have been killed.
The colonel had promised. Amy was so friendly, so willing...

He pulled down his trousers and briefs, while Amy reached up
under her dress and emerged with a pair of white panties which
she tossed aside. She then lay back on the bed.

Carl mounted her, and with his good hand pushed the dress up out
of the way. There was her 6-year-old slit, perfectly smooth. He
spread her lips to see the opening within.

He looked at her and sighed. "You don't really want to do this,
do you?"

Amy scrambled to her knees and put her hands on his shoulders,
looking into his eyes. "I don't mind. You were out there getting
shot at. We promised you, and it doesn't hurt me. You... you
deserve it!"

She lay back. He wasn't sure he bought everything she said, but
they had promised.

He lowered himself onto her again, horny as anything. She aimed
his cock. He pushed and gasped with the pleasure of her tight
vagina. Small legs, smooth slit, the smiling face of a real
6-year-old. He felt a little dizzy.

She smiled up at him. "I love seeing you so excited. Do whatever
you want!"

What he wanted was to slide his cock in and out of this girl. She
was tight, but it slid in easily, and it slid in all the way.

He humped more vigorously. Amy smiled up at him with such ease
that he couldn't doubt her willingness.

Her feet rested lightly on his back, her hands on his shoulders.

He pounded away. "I want.. I want to make it last..."

"It's up to you... But we can do it again later too... I'd like
that too!"

Carl smiled and let himself go. He fucked hard and fast, and soon
his orgasm erupted, while his thrusting cock spurted over and
over again up inside little Amy.

"Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" he panted.

Amy pulled him down on top of her and kissed his cheek gently,
over and over.

Carl had finally lost his virginity.

After he'd rested a while he worked his hands and lips and tongue
all over the young girl's body.

She asked if he'd mind if she took his cock in her mouth, and he
had to admit that no, he didn't mind. He was soft, but it still
felt fantastic, and the sight of the small blond head covering
his privates was one he'd never forget. Within half an hour he
was stiff again.

'What would you like next?" she asked. "You can come in my mouth.
I'd love to make you happy that way. Or you can come in my pussy
too, of course."

He lay back, gasping in pleasure as her tongue worked over him in
ways he'd never felt possible. But something held him back.

"Amy," he said. "Amy?"

She looked up at him, holding his stiff cock in her hands.

"Do you really *like* a guy to come in your mouth? Do you really
*like* it?"

"Oh," she said, looking down briefly. "With everything you've
risked and suffered, how could that matter?"

"I appreciate that," he said. "But look at me, Amy. Do you like
it? Or do you like it better when a guy comes in your pussy?"

"Well, I... Yeah, I like it in my pussy. I really do like that!
The stuff in my mouth, I can't say I like it. I'm happy to do it,
though, I swear!"

"I love you, Amy," he said. "I know I shouldn't say that, but I
do."

"It's OK, Carl," she said. "I like being loved."

And with that he turned her onto her back, pushed her legs apart,
and slid his stiff cock back into the girl. And then he fucked
her, and fucked her some more, and kept on fucking her more and
more, while she looked up at him lovingly. And 45 minutes later,
feeling his cock start to soften just a bit, he revved up his
gears and thrust hard. His cock got hard again, and then harder
than ever, and he unloaded inside little Amy once more. The
pleasure was amazing, and he realized she had squeezed her pussy
extra tight just as he was coming.

Later he got down between her legs and licked her lips and little
nub for a long, long time, and at his insistence she told him
what felt good and what felt even better. But she said he
shouldn't do it too long because she didn't have orgasms. But by
then he was ready to fuck her once more. This time he asked if he
could do her from the rear, hard and fast. She said yes without
the slightest hesitation, and quickly got her small self into
doggy position, back arched. He held her slim hips in his hands,
looking at slim butt cheeks. He did it to her, thinking about how
primitive it was, and he came in five minutes, penis depositing
sperm in vagina once more.

Finally it was midnight, and his time was up. Four hours had gone
by. He helped Amy dress, and after a goodnight kiss and hug, she
left.

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The colonel knelt in the hallway with 7-year-old Katy and
5-year-old Laura.

"You remember Mark? The one with the red hair?"

"Yeah, I do!" said Katy. Laura nodded.

"Mark was in another battle. He's been hurt really bad. He could
really use your company. He looks pretty bad. No arms, and he's
blind. But he fought bravely and helped save our country. So can
you try not to think about being sad yourself and just be nice to
him? Talk to him, maybe?"

The girls nodded, and the colonel retreated.

He, the attending doctor, and the nurse stood in the nurse's
station, watching cameras monitoring from 3 angles, hearing the
amplified sounds from the mic.

"Hi Mark," said Katy.

"Katy?" he rasped. "I'd know that voice anywhere."

"How are you? -- Oh, darn, that was a dumb thing to say."

"That's OK, Katy. I love to hear your voice."

"Hi, Mark," said Laura.

"Oh, hi."

"It's my sister Laura," said Katy. "Five years old, blond hair
and green eyes and the cutest dimples ever?"

"Oh, I didn't know you had a sister. I guess I'll never see you.
Could I... Could I feel your face against mine?"

Katy coached Laura to kneel on the bed and rub her cheeks against
Mark's.

"That's so nice," said the nurse softly.

Katy dug under the sheet, moving cloth this way and that until
she found his penis.

"Oh, Katy!" said Mark. "I don't know..."

"You liked it before. You were brave and you deserve to be
happy."

"Well, I don't know."

"Kiss him," said Katy.

Laura began kissing Mark gently while Katy fondled the organ. It
got stiff.

The nurse said, "I don't know... this makes me uncomfortable."

The doctor said, "You know as well as I do that he can't last 24
hours. If the girls are volunteering to play with him..."

"But shouldn't his last hours be peaceful?"

"Maybe you don't know men. If I was dying, and some woman was
offering to give me a hand job..." The doctor looked at the
colonel, who nodded.

"I'm surprised he can get an erection," said the nurse.

"Where there's a will..."

Katy started maneuvering around in preparation for impaling
herself.

The nurse's eyes went wide.

"Are you going to...?" asked Mark. "God, that is so nice of you."

Laura looked back over her shoulder at what Katy was doing, then
sat back on her heels. "Can I do that instead?" she said. "Stick
my vagina on it?"

"Oh," rasped Mark.

"Looks like you have your choice of vaginas," said Katy with a
little laugh.

"Well... I'll take the new one, I guess."

Laura hopped down from the bed, and Katy helped her out of her
dress and panties. Laura straddled Mark and knelt over him. Katy
helped with the angles, and then Laura eased herself down.

"Ohhh!" groaned Mark.

"Does it feel bad?" asked Katy.

"Uh, no... It feels great..."

Laura slid herself up and down a half dozen times.

"I... Never mind."

"What?" asked Katy.

"Could you tell me what it looks like?"

"Sure. Laura's completely naked, and she's straddled over you,
her legs wide out to the side. And with her hands on your hips
she's pushing herself up and down. Her hair is a little mussed
up, but she's as pretty as anything. And I can see the shaft of
your penis going right up between her legs and into her body.
It's shiny and wet when it shows, then it disappears up inside
her again when she pushes herself down."

"Anything else we could do?" asked Katy.

"No, that's... that's amazing," croaked Mark.

"You liked to lick me between the legs. You remember how you used
to like that?"

"Oh, I remember," said Mark. "But two girls at once?"

"You deserve it. You deserve anything you want!"

"You are so nice..."

Katy ditched her panties and climbed up onto the bed to straddle
Mark's head. She lowered her slit until it was right over his
face.

"Stick your tongue out!"

It made contact with Katy's labia. "Oh, my... Come a little
closer..."

The camera obscured some of the action from the three adults in
the nurses' station.

"Oh, that's so nice," came Mark's voice. "Are you OK, Laura?
Tired?"

"No, I'm fine. I like doing this. Your penis feels big and hot
and cozy way up inside like that. And it feels tingly every time
I go up and down. Tingly in my vagina. Good tingly."

"Whoa," whispered the doctor.

The colonel could see the bulge in the doctor's pants. His own
cock was very stiff too.

"Oh, God," said Mark. "That feels so great. And Katy, you smell
so good -- you taste so good."

Minutes went by.

Katy said, "Are you going to finish up?"

"I dunno. I'd like to."

"Is Laura doing it right?"

"Oh, she's great. Or... You could keep me in you almost the whole
way, and just go up and down a little, but faster?"

"OK," said Laura. "Mmmm, that feels even better."

"And Katy... this is embarrassing..."

"Anything! Anything you want!" she said.

"Could you.. could you pee on my neck?"

"Pee on you?"

"Could you try, anyway? I want to feel it."

"OK." She got into position. Seconds passed. "It's hard to do.
You know, I'm potty trained." She giggled.

Laura said, "You're getting really big and hard!"

Katy peed. "I'm having an accident!" she giggled.

"Oh, yes!" said Mark. "I can smell it... Now, sit on my face!"

Katy did, suppressing a giggle as her girlish sex landed gently
right on his mouth.

Laura bounced up and down a little faster. "Oooo! Ohhh!" she
gasped. And then, "I can feel it! Your thing is huge and it's
twitching!"

After several seconds had passed, Katy sat up. "How was it?"

Mark didn't answer. His eyes were closed.

Laura lifted herself off to reveal a slick, shrinking penis.

The three adults rose and headed down the hall to Mark's room,
announcing their presence as they came.

"Oh, I guess Mark fell asleep!" said the nurse, gulping with
alarm at his pallor. She ushered the girls into the room next
door. The colonel followed with the two pairs of panties and
Laura's dress, while the doctor stayed behind.

As the girls got dressed, the colonel said, "You girls were
really nice to Mark. Very nice. I wish some women were as nice as
that. There are other heroes here -- like the doctor." He looked
pointedly at the nurse, who suppressed a smile and looked down.

"Let me see how he's doing," she said. "You three wait here."

The colonel helped the girls get dressed, and then started
brushing Laura's hair, then Katy's.

In just a couple minutes the nurse appeared, looking flushed, and
said, "The doctor wants to talk with you, Katy," and led her
away, leaving the colonel with Laura.

"That was so funny, what I felt when Mark was
eee-jack-you-lating."

"Was it really good, and then kind of like an itch got scratched
too?"

"Yeah!"

"That's you having an orgasm too. A little reward for being a
good girl."

"Oh!" she said.

The nurse reappeared with Katy, and said, "Now you, Laura,"
shutting the door on the way out and leaving the colonel alone
with Katy.

She looked at him naughtily and said, "The doctor says you're a
hero too and he bets you'd like to stick your penis in my vagina.
And I said I'd kind of like that, because it got wet and ready
when I was doing stuff with Mark."

"Oh, um..."

Katy touched the front of the colonel's pants and giggled when
she felt the big bulge. She hopped up on the bed, hitched her
dress up, pulled her panties down and spread her legs wide.

"Oh, shit," murmured the colonel, pulling down his trousers and
briefs and crawling up onto tender little Katy. He was kind of a
hero, he guessed. The doctor was the first person who seemed to
know about his tastes.

"Right in there!" said Katy, holding her lips open with one hand
and pointing with the other.

The colonel's stiff cock approached, Katy guided it, and he
pressed into heaven.

She was smooth, hot, and tight. He worked his cock in to the hilt
and fucked away. He lasted about a minute, trying to memorize
this amazing experience, then delivered half a dozen big spurts
into inner Katy.

She reached up to kiss his cheek over and over again.

I've finally lost my virginity, thought the colonel as he lay
panting, a simple grin on his face.

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The colonel tapped his fingers on the desk.

Force Turquoise was so successful that they were getting more
recruits.

"So, Steve," he said. "How did you enjoy your time with Amy?"

"I... Very much, sir," he said, coloring just a bit. Steve
Rossini was a top-rated Seal.

Amy reported he had kissed her all over, and even when she
invited him, he resisted sticking it in her for a while. But he
finally did, and was real gentle and he came quick. Then he
apologized a bunch and kissed her a whole bunch more and just
held her in his arms. And that's what it looked like on the
monitor too.

"How would you like the idea of having Amy as your very own, to
sleep with at night, for three years?" Tests had showed that
Steve had a strong romantic streak, as did his behavior with Amy.

"Sir?"

"It's a real possibility. Think about it... Coming home to Amy
every night, sleeping with her in your arms, having sex whenever
you felt like it."

Steve smiled slightly in spite of himself. "What about Amy?"

"Amy likes you. She loves her country. She knows how many men are
killed and maimed. And she wants to do her part. She's willing to
do her part -- which is pretty trivial in comparison, when you
think about it."

"What's the catch?" he said.

"You're smart," said the colonel, sighing. "There is a catch. A
huge catch. We need a dozen men for an extremely dangerous
mission. I won't lie -- most of them will die. You might survive,
if you're clever, brave, and lucky. If the mission succeeds, it
will assure our victory in the war. Now, it's hard to get
volunteers for a mission like this. We need to offer an incentive
-- -a fabulous incentive. Like three years with Amy."

Steve looked thoughtful.

"How's your love life been so far? How does the future look?"

Steve looked at him. "I think suicide was in the cards for me
sooner or later," he said. "Nothing to look forward to. But I'll
do this. Here at least I've got a chance. And then I can have
Amy. But the other guys, do I have to share Amy if two of us
survive?"

"No. There are several little girls, and each guy thinks his girl
is pretty special. Like how you feel about Amy."

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Amy woke up in the middle of the night. She had a sore throat.
She crept out of her room. Hearing her parents talking in the
living room, she tiptoed down the hall until she could hear what
they were saying.

"... The government men told us about it. This guy 'Steve' is the
one who survived, but he's a mess. Blind, deaf, shell-shocked.
They figure they don't owe him anything -- no way they'd ask Amy
to 'marry' him."

"She's such a special girl," said her mother. "People said we
were crazy, but look what it's done for the war effort. And she
seems really proud."

Amy walked out into the living room.

"Amy! What are you doing up?" said her father.

"Sore throat," she said. "But I heard you. They promised Steve he
could live with me if he survived. And it's not fair to go back
on a promise!"

"Oh, Amy..." said her mother. "You've done so much already."

"I want to see Steve."

"He's... He's blind, and deaf, and emotionally disturbed. He
could hurt you."

"Could he hurt me worse than he's been hurt?"

"That's not the point..."

"It is the point. You gotta keep your promises."

Her parents had to admit, Amy had a point. And if she insisted...
Well, they had tried hard to teach her right and wrong. She was
nearly 8 years old now. What kind of a message did it send if
they told her that the government lied to people?

The doctors and brass were hesitant, but eventually they were
convinced. Amy could go see Steve.

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Amy had to fight back a wave of revulsion. Steve looked terrible.
His face was deformed, and he'd lost a leg.

The nurse sat beside him and touched him gently on the hand,
while Amy stood beside her.

Steve startled and shrank back from her.

Amy took his hand in the two of hers. He started to pull away,
but then reached out with both hands, taking one of hers, gently,
slowly, feeling her arms, and then his hands were at her face,
feeling, feeling her hair.

"You realize he could attack her at any time," said the doctor to
Amy's mother and father.

"She knows that," said her mother.

And then Steve said, "Eeeeyy. Eeeeee? Eeeeeyy. Eeeeeee?"

"He's not right in the head, of course," said the doctor. "I
don't know what he's trying to say."

"Amy," said Amy. "He's saying my name."

Amy took his hands and put them on her cheeks and gave an
exaggerated nod.

"Eeeyyy Eeeeee," he said, softly stroking her face. He smiled. At
least it looked sort of like a smile.

Then Steve took his hands and felt his own face, then reached
down to feel the stump of his left leg.

"Aiiiiggggg!" he wailed, and turned away and lay back, pounding
his fist on the mattress.

"Get up, Amy! We don't know he might do," said the doctor.

The orderly was ready to spring into action, looking at the
doctor for direction.

Amy just sat.

"OK, Amy, you'd better get up now," said her father.

Amy lay down behind Steve and hugged his back.

"Amy!" said her mother.

She turned back to look at them, eyes ablaze. "You promised him!"

Steve kept crying. Suddenly he writhed around and pushed Amy
away.

The orderly started forward but Amy's father grabbed his shirt.
"Not yet... She's right, damn it."

Amy waited until Steve turned back over and hugged his back
again.

Once more he pushed her away, but with less force.

She hugged him again.

Amy's mother's stomach shook with sobs, though she made no noise.
Tears streamed down her father's face. The doctor turned away and
sniffed once.

Steve quieted for a few moments, then cried again, was quiet
again. After twenty minutes he was just quiet.

Amy slowly backed away, waiting to see if he would react. But he
didn't. It seemed he was asleep.

On the way home, Amy's mother said, "I'm so proud of you. I can't
believe how proud of you I am. To visit him like that."

Amy started crying softly. "I need to see him again tomorrow."

"What? Really?"

"We promised! We promised he could live with me for three years!"

"But Amy, what about you?"

"What about me? What about *him*? What about a promise?"

"But you're crying... You don't have to put yourself through
this."

"I'm not crying for me. I'm crying for how sad it is he got hurt
so bad!"

They didn't have any good answer for her. A promise was a
promise.

She could still go to school, she would just go live with Steve
at the hospital at night.

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When Amy came again, he recognized her touch and gave his version
of a smile.

To communicate with Steve, they used a metal board with big
magnetic letters, so he could feel the shapes. Amy formed, "Amy
is for Steve."

He tried talking, but they couldn't figure out what he said.

He could write with a marker on a little whiteboard. He wrote
slowly and the letters were all over the place. 'STEVE UGLY...
SICK... DEAD..."

Amy formed the words, "hero" and "promise" with the magnetic
letters.

Steve felt the message and then messed up the letters.

Amy formed the message over and over again, and each time he
messed it up.

He wrote, "AMY DO FREE."

The doctor said, "It looks like his language centers aren't
working so great either."

She formed the words, "hero" and "promise".

He wrote, "LOVE AMY... FREE AMY."

Amy formed, "Amy love hero."

Steve wrote, "HERO DEAD."

"Hero alive."

"STEVE HAPPY AMY FREE."

"Amy hate amy if amy break promise."

"STEVE HATE STEVE IF AMY PRISON."

"Steve prisoner hero -- amy love hero -- amy keep promise."

He hesitated a long while. "AMY SAINT."

"Amy keep promise."

"AMY NEED SCHOOL FRIENDS."

"Amy school friends day -- steve night."

Steve just sat for a long time.

Amy formed the letters into the next message. "Steve too busy for
amy?"

Staccato croaks came from Steve's mangled throat and his body
shook. He was laughing.

Amy put the magnetic board and little white board aside and lay
on the bed, and nudged Steve until he was lying too and he hugged
her face to face.

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The nurse glanced over at Amy and Steve and saw some rhythmic
motions under the covers. She hurried over.

"What's going on?" she asked. "Is he hurting you?"

Amy turned towards her, flustered.

"Uh, no. It's... it's private."

"You shouldn't let him abuse you! That's not something to have
secrets about."

"But... but we promised!" said Amy.

And when the dust had settled, Amy was right. Steve had
volunteered for an almost suicidal mission with the promise he
could have Amy for a couple years. Not just to hug. Amy had
promised because of the terrible war and her desire to do her
small bit, far less than the soldiers. And it's good to keep
promises.

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Steve's heart pounds in terror. The flash of an explosion shows
that his left foot is gone, his lower leg twisted at an ungodly
angle, shards of bone showing as lines of white. But he has
another ten yards to go. So he hops, agony increasing with each
step. A flash as of the sun slams him to the ground, and then all
is dark. But he crawls two more yards, finds the valve, and turns
it. Another flash, and another, and another, each jolting his leg
to agony, surely the end. Deafening roars. He screams over and
over, slowly coming awake. The hand of a medic is on his cheek.

Then he remembers -- he is blind and deaf, and missing a leg.
Profound depression and hopelessness join the fading pain and
terror.

But the hand isn't a medic's. It is Amy's. No one else touches
him like that. So it's the middle of the night. During the day,
no one comes right away. During the day he just waits. Waits for
Amy.

Now he turns onto his back, and he feels Amy crawl up to lie on
top of him. The terror fades. He lives for the touch of Amy.

With one hand he strokes her hair, and puts the other over her
waist.

He is thankful, but he is also a man. He slides the hand lower,
from Amy's back to her bottom. Pajamas. He slides his hand
between her legs and cups her crotch, so warm, so female, so
girlish. He still feels the faintest traces of shame. How he had
dreamed of touching a girl this way for years, how it was
forbidden, selfish, monstrous -- but Amy volunteered, and they
had promised.

Amy wriggles her pelvis, and his hardening cock gets harder. Amy
removes his hand, he feels her moving this way and that, then she
places the hand back where it was, but now it is on naked girl
flesh. A hairless slit. He flutters his fingers on her vulva, and
she wriggles more. Before long, she changes position again, and
he keeps his hand on her vulva as she moves around, rising above
him. A gentle Amy hand points his cock upward, and Amy's vulva
descends. He opens her female lips, and she presses them right
against his cock tip before pressing down. Her pussy engulfs his
cock -- hot, slick and tight. It hugs his cock. Amy lowers
herself onto him and hugs his body.

It is safe and warm.

After a minute she raises herself up and begins sliding herself
up and down, forcing his cock in and out of her.

He loves that, but he feels an urgency too -- he wants to do the
fucking. He starts rolling onto his side, and Amy helps him --
they have done this many times before. Now he's on top of her,
his cock firmly lodged in her pussy. He feels her hair, her face,
her neck, her chest. Down below her legs are spread wide, and his
leg and stump are spread wide on top of her thighs. He lowers
himself, holding most of his weight, but feeling her flat chest,
her silky hair, her hands working over all of him.

And then he fucks. He fucks Amy hard. He fucks her for a long
time. Her caresses and kisses encourage him. He knows she wants
his pleasure. She wants his release. And finally it happens. He
feels amazing pleasure as his male junk spasms, delivering gobs
of his manly seed into her tender girlish innards. He relaxes in
the afterglow. He can't see, he can't hear, food has no taste,
his lips don't have any sensation -- but he can feel Amy. He can
feel her all around the outside, and he can poke into her special
place and relieve the ultimate male urge in her insides.

They roll onto their sides, and stay engaged as his cock softens.
He feels sleepy.

Later he awakens and finds she is spooned in front of him, curled
within his embrace. He works his fingers over her face, tracing
her delicate little nose, her ears, her fine hair, her neck... He
could fuck her again. She'd welcome him -- she never, ever
refuses him. But all he wants to do now is feel her.

She sleepily kisses his fingers in passing.

The hospital people get him to do some exercises. They want him
to try to walk. Why should he walk? Where would he go? They want
to teach him Braille. Too much trouble. He can communicate with
those raised letters when he really has to. He doesn't especially
need to learn anything, he's not very curious. He lived his
life.. he made it to the valve and opened it. That is his total
life's work. And his total life reward is Amy.

They get across to him that sex with Amy is bad for his health.
That makes him laugh, in his odd, crippled way. There's also some
sort of gobbledy-gook about him having degenerative this and
that. Amy cut to the chase, "You're dying slowly." Fucking Amy
means he's dying a little bit faster. The idea he'd stop because
he'd live longer? A no-brainer.

What they feed him is to him just liquid sludge. When he signals,
they take him to the bathroom. They wash him, they get him to do
some exercises. But mostly he waits around in bed all day,
drowsing. They've got a clock for him that he can read with his
hands. It shows how long it is until Amy will arrive next.

And when she finally does come, he tries to inhale her with his
hands, taking in the wonder of her and how he can touch her
anywhere and hug her and feel her kissing his neck and chest and
fingers... But after a few minutes of that, he usually finds that
more primitive urges arise. He wants to fuck her.

Today all he can think of all afternoon is fucking her. He stays
naked -- a sign.

When Amy finally arrives, the first thing he feels is her warm
mouth on his floppy cock. It starts hardening at once, as she
touches him and he touches her naked form. One hand touches her
nipples, but the other is drawn firmly to where he's going to
fuck her, to her girlish parts, her slit, her lips, her opening
that feels so small and shy to his fingers.

As soon as his cock is hard, she's on her back, he mounts, she
guides the cock tip, and it pokes gently against that small, shy
opening. But it opens for his cock and welcomes him in. Her pussy
welcomes him with hot wetness and gives him a hug of pleasure and
acceptance for however long he wants to fuck. Amy's infinitely
patient, but she does get excited as he approaches orgasm, and
her body language urges him on. And every time, he ends by
splatting his mess deep inside her. It seems a sort of insult to
a child's body. But her vagina is doing a woman's job, and taking
an ejaculation is no insult to a grown vagina. What he'd really
like to do is make her pregnant, but Amy can't grow a baby. And
it would be unfair even if she could -- they never promised
*that*.

He sometimes tells Amy about what he's feeling. It's laborious
with the marker. She once formed "I love you." Does she? She used
to say, "Love hero" -- loving him for what he did, and keeping
her promise. But if she goes out of the way to sign, "I love
you", maybe she means it? She loves his pathetic twisted wreck of
a body? His strong desire to fuck her? She said, "Amy love feel
you come inside Amy" -- at least that's how he remembers it. He
asked her if she ever comes. She said, "No but feels warm nice."

He can feel himself getting more lethargic. He sleeps even more.
Days go by quicker, and nights go by quicker. He gets energetic
at times, and when he does, he fucks Amy. When he's not, he
focuses on her warm, small presence. He loves feeling her chest
expand and contract as she breathes.

They have this strange idea about how he can become a daddy after
he dies. Maybe even father a baby with Amy. At first he shrugs
and figures it doesn't matter what happens after he dies. But as
he gets weaker he thinks about it more.

His life's work boiled down to fives minutes of effort: getting
maimed while opening a valve. It was Amy on his mind during those
last two agonizing yards. And Amy had kept her promise.

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The three girls are asleep, and if they wake up then the nanny
can handle it.

Bob is wonderful, head between Amy's legs, using his tongue so
deliciously, so wonderfully, and, almost, almost... Aaaaahhhhh! A
fabulous, shuddering orgasm.

As her shudders subside, Bob moves into position, and then she
feels a strong, delicious whoosh as his cock surges into her cunt
in one smooth motion. One moment she's empty, and the next moment
she is stuffed full in just the way she wants to be stuffed. But
it's not just one stuff, it's a stuff followed by a full, strong,
insistent fuck. She loves getting fucked hard, and now especially
because she wants another baby. Bob's thick cock is doing its
primitive job. Bob pants and grunts, his cock gets even thicker,
it fucks about as hard and fast and deep as a cock can fuck,
while hitting all of Amy's sexy nerves just right. Bob gasps, the
cock crams tight and deep as Bob freezes, the cock twitches, and
she knows the sperm is gushing out. Amy comes again.

They've been doing it without protection for ten days, but she's
pretty sure this is the right day. She's going to have another of
Steve's babies.

Bob was a veteran of the same war. He wasn't in Force Turquoise
-- he's not a pedophile. But he'd been in the same unit before
Steve was recruited into it. Like Steve, he was wounded, though
not nearly so badly. He had a nasty chemical exposure and the
doctors told him he was sterile. His balls didn't produce sperm
any more.

They'd talked about it as Steve was failing. They all agreed it
was a strange idea. But Steve had been his buddy, and he was a
huge hero. So when Steve died, the doctors had replaced Bob's own
duds with Steve's testicles -- one of the few parts of his body
that still worked fine.

Amy was 10 when Steve died. She missed him and she cried. She
also was relieved to have her life back -- to sleep at home, eat
with her parents, do homework in the evening, and occasionally
have sleepovers with friends. Most of all, she was relieved to
know that she would not be startled awake from a sound sleep by a
man screaming as he relived the war's terror once more.

She'd been able to see counselors all through her experience. She
knew about child sex abuse, and could consider how her case was
different. She and her parents had volunteered, and had the
opportunity to withdraw at any time. No, she wasn't especially
enthusiastic about sex in and of itself. She did enjoy the
closeness and recognized some sexual pleasure. She felt good
giving Steve the only real pleasure in his drastically curtailed
life, and she felt good about keeping a promise. Damage to Amy
came not from Steve insistently invading her body with his penis,
over and over again, it came from never knowing when she would be
jolted awake to him screaming or thrashing. The bruises were
minor. His face looked pretty hideous, and she processed that
with the counselors. Fortunately, since he was blind, he didn't
notice that she looked at it as little as possible.

She'd done a few years of military service as Loli Private -- the
star among the group, as it turned out. She had kept a promise on
behalf of the government, and at certain moments, that was the
only thing that mattered. She'd also been part of turning that
valve. If now, after Steve was gone, she got to live a decent
life too, that was just gravy. And she was going to lead a decent
life. Yes, her vagina had been invaded hundreds of times before
she was 11, but it was just Steve living out his version of the
human hunger for sex. He meant no harm, and she was in no doubt
that he genuinely loved her. She joked that it's not as if she
had been planning to use her vagina for anything else during
those years.

She went through puberty. She had her crushes and boyfriends, had
her heart broken and broke a few hearts. She finally really
understood Steve's intense desire to fuck her as she developed
her own intense desire to get fucked.

She got to the age of 25 and found plenty of nice young men to
choose among, but none of them was quite right. How could she
choose one over another? It seemed so arbitrary. Something
awakened again. She found the guy who was giving room and board
to Steve's testicles. Bob was a nice guy. He was unique. And when
he found out she was *the* Amy who was part of Steve's heroic
tale, he was fascinated too.

He'd been a sperm donor and had provided the ejaculate to start a
dozen kids -- more than a few women liked the idea of honoring
the hero by having a baby of his. But of course they weren't
Bob's kids.

By special act of Congress, Amy got Steve's survivor benefits in
addition to her own military pension. Bob had his own too, and
Bob was also an aspiring novelist. But what allowed them to
afford the nanny was the rights to Amy's story. The girls looked
like Steve and Amy, they were delightful, and Bob and Amy thought
they would like at least a couple more.

The testosterone from Steve's balls had worked upon his brain to
fuel his lust for Amy at age 6. The same testosterone applied to
Bob's brain fueled his lust for Amy at 30. And at the moment of
Bob's extremity, it was Steve's balls that hugged tight against
the base of Bob's shaft, and Steve's genetic heritage that
infused the fluid that gushed from Bob's innards into Amy's.
After the three girls got his X, it is Steve's Y chromosome that
will define the gender of Steve, Junior.

Bob gets stiff again. She thinks sometimes that his body senses
her fertility, and that hers does too. She wants him again, so
she lies on her back once more and invites him. He immediately
and happily plunges into her again. The desire to fuck and the
desire to get fucked are strong and balanced, and proceed quickly
to the conclusion. Penis and vagina twitch together in happy
completion. Darwin takes his cut, as more of Steve's sperm joins
the chase for Amy's egg.

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