The Little Girl and the Bondage Magazines Returns:
Tabby's Valentine's Date

- by Alvo Torelli, Valentine's Day, 2022

Author's Note: This is a long-awaited sequel to The Little Girl and the Bondage Magazines . If you haven't read that (recently), then you might want to read that first. This sequel is about 15,000 words. I hope you enjoy it!

Januay 25

"Tabby!" Tadd Smeathers calls out. "Come see this! Your new magazine is here. It looks great. Come quick."

"Daddy!" an exasperated but sweet voice comes from down the hall. "You know I can't go anywhere."

"Oh yeah, damn, I forgot," Tadd mumbles with a smile before he ambles back to his bedroom. He knows what he will find there - his gorgeous, Auburn-haired, nine-year-old daughter - but the sight still fills his heart with affection and excitement. Tabby lays naked and helpless on her back on his big bed; her wrists are securely bound to her ankles with red silk scarves and her legs are spread wide by ropes from her knees to the sides of the bed, preventing her from rolling to one side or the other. He'd left her that way at least an hour ago, but cum is still slowly trickling from her tight, hairless cunny. It's still one of Tadd's favorite ways to tie up his submissive little daughter - simple, but attractive and efficient - highlighting for the cameras how small and powerless she is as Tadd and his monster assert their dominance over her in any way they choose. He fondly remembers how tasty her little cunny had been that morning before she nearly disappeared underneath him for a hard, exciting fuck. Even now, cameras at the end and side of his bed continue to capture images of her pretty, bound body. After all, you never knew what shot would be perfect for the next volume of Tabby's Bondage Adventures. "Look, baby, it's here!" he says, waving the magazine in front of her.

Tabby's big hazel eyes flare even bigger behind the lenses of her blue glasses. She's used to daddy leaving her tied up - mostly - after all, what better way for him to exercise his dominance over her than to leave her helpless, not knowing when he will ever let her go. And she's usually much too submissive to complain. But seeing the new, glossy magazine in his hand is so exciting that she can't help blurting out, "Oh, daddy, I can't see it from here!"

With a chuckle, Tadd says "Okay, sweetie, let's cuddle up and take a look together." It's hardly a moment's work to untie her knees and help Tabby sit up against the pillows and headboard. He knows it will frustrate her to still have her wrists bound to her ankles, but frustrating her is half the fun. Isn't it? He strips his loose sweat pants back off before he sits close to her and puts his arm around her, holding the magazine in her lap. "Here you go, baby."

The pretty preteen stares down at a glamorous, glossy portrait of her own face on the cover of the magazine. Her young heart beats fast. The picture is amazing. It's exactly as if the girl on the cover is looking back at her through those big blue glasses. Tabby can't help thinking about men, hundreds of men, maybe thousands, seeing her looking back at them with those big pleading eyes. Daddy likes telling her about all the men, and even women, who like to look at her in her magazines. It makes her blush so hard! But you can almost hear the way the girl on the cover is trying, desperately, to cry out to them 'please, please help me!' Tabby can remember wanting to scream. You can see the frightened frustration and imagine the muffled, unintelligible sounds that barely escape around the big red ball gag in her mouth.

And this is only the cover of the magazine.

Gosh, being a bondage model is so much fun! Her cunny is tingling like mad, again.

Above her gagged face, 'Tabby's Bondage Adventures! Vol. 2' is written in garish red and black letters. In smaller letters down one side, it reads 'Including: Tabby's car trunk perils! Tabby wags her tail! The priest disciplines the little girl! Tabby throws a party!' On the opposite side, near the bottom, more red letters spell out 'Don't miss your chance to enter Tabby's Valentine contest. You could be a winner!' What contest? Tabby wonders.

When daddy finally opens the magazine's pages, Tabby is almost too excited to remember to breathe.

Looking at the pictures as daddy slowly turns the pages, Tabby remembers every restraint, every humiliation, every submission - as if they were all happening again: How dark it was in the trunk of the car, how it felt when daddy forced the ass plug of the of tail up into her little-girl bottom, how silly Daddy’s best friend Marco had looked dressed up as a priest, and of course, as if it had only been yesterday, all those crazy things they'd done on New Year's Eve.

With every passing page, Tabby can sense, even without looking, how excited daddy is getting. She's not surprised at all when he sets the magazine aside after only a few pages so that he can lift her up into his lap, resting her back against his chest. Given the awkwardness of her bonds, it takes a few frustrating, fumbling moments before daddy can slowly press his thick, hungry cock back up into Tabby's tight wet cunt - but then there's not a thing she could do to stop him, not that she'd want to.

Daddy slowly fucks Tabby as they go back to leisurely paging through the glossy photos of the preteen's many erotic torments. She blushes bright red when she realizes that even as Daddy dominates her and shows her pictures of all the terrible things he's made her do so, there might be people looking at those same pictures. Not for the first time, Tabby wonders what those people might be thinking.

They near the end of the magazine and daddy's thrusts get deeper and more urgent. Tabby’s small pussy is stretched wide and the pink flesh swells with hot blood as Tabby's heart beats faster and faster. She's already high on her climax, breathing hard, clutching at daddy's cock with her little cunny. Just as they reach the final pictures, where some unidentifiable priest is fucking a gagged, bespectacled, tightly bound and pleading Tabby, just like the Tabby on the cover, daddy clutches her tight, rams hard, and Tabby knows he's filling her up with more of his warm, thick cum.

Tabby thinks it might be one of her top five fucks with daddy.

But there's one last page to Tabby's magazine - an advertisement - with text flowing alongside a picture of Tabby in her incredibly sexy Christmas costume from Volume 1 of Tabby's Bondage Adventures. As daddy and Tabby relax into the glow of their fading orgasms, she reads it and her pretty eyes slowly get bigger and bigger.

VALENTINE'S DAY CONTEST!

How would you like to have a Valentine's Day Date with our very own Tabby? Well, that's the prize in our subscriber-appreciation CONTEST. Just send us, in 1000 words or less, your description of the ultimate VALENTINE'S DATE WITH TABBY! Our judges will choose the best entry and the subscriber will win an ACTUAL Valentine's Date with the word's greatest bondage model - TABBY.

Must be a registered subscriber. Only one entry per subscriber. Entries must be received by 10 PM, Eastern Standard Time, February 3. Send entries to TABBYMAGS@electronmail.com. Anonymity will be guaranteed, but the winner must be willing to sign a waiver to all video and photo rights from their time with Tabby.

Tabby reads the contest advertisement twice before she struggles to twist around and look daddy in the eyes.

"Oh gosh! Daddy - really? A date with a stranger?"

February 7

Newton Cristen stares at the screen that tells him he's just received an email from TABBYMAGS@electronmail.com. It's suddenly hard to breathe and his hands begin to tremble. Oh man, it can't be. It can't. But… what if …? He couldn't go through with it! Surely not. But... oh... if it is... if he could... damn!

Newton, Newt to his few friends, bites his lip before he can steady his hand enough to click on the email. For a moment he squeezes his eyes shut, afraid to look. But finally...

Dear Mr. Cristen, It is my pleasure to inform you that you have won the Valentine's Day Date with Tabby contest. Congratulations on your excellent, imaginative, and, dare we say it, rather romantic ideas for the perfect date with our own little Tabby.

Oh my god!! Yes! Newt bursts from his chair to do a dance of joy all around his small apartment. Suddenly he freezes, looking around to see if anyone saw his silly antics, but of course, no one's there. With a sheepish smile, he sits back down at his laptop to read the rest of the email.

The email includes instructions for where to be on Valentine's Day and a waiver for him to print and sign to bring with him. And then - a surprise bonus, a link to a website where Newt is sent to pick out an outfit for Tabby to wear on their date! Oh, god. His hands shake as he clicks to open the site.

Newt Cristen is going on a date with the hottest little bondage model of all time, Tabby Smears!

February 14 - Valentine's Day

Tabby is so nervous. Daddy showed her a picture of the man she's going to 'date' for an evening. He's very handsome! She's not sure how old he is, but younger than daddy or Marco. Daddy won't tell her anything about their date or where he's going to take her, except that her date picked out her clothes.

When it's time to get ready, Tabby finds a white box, tied with a big red ribbon, waiting for her on her bed. She bites her lip to hold back the familiar sense of excitement and terror that flashes through her. She pushes her blue glasses back up onto her little nose before she pulls at the red bow to release the top of the box. With the lid lifted away and the first layer of red tissue paper pulled to the side, she finds the prettiest silken tights! Instantly, she loves them and wants to pull them onto her long thin legs. She doesn't even think about daddy and his camera as she shucks off her dress and panties to stand naked in the bright light. She just wants the pretty tights!

The fabric is snowy white and stretchy, but feels like silk - and it's festooned with beautiful red hearts. Valentine's Day tights! Ooh, they're so pretty. They encase her small feet like stockings and stretch tight around her shapely legs, up over her thighs and all the way up to fit tight around her tiny waist. But what's this? Oh gosh! There's no crotch or seat! Tabby's pretty little sex and all of her cute, round ass are still exposed. Her eyes go wide as she begins to realize what it means that her date would pick out crotchless, seatless tights for her for their date. Her hands are trembling when she returns to see what else is in the scary white box.

The skirt that comes out of the box is every bit as pretty as the pretty tights and it brings another flash of pleasure to Tabby's pretty face. The slinky red fabric sparkles in the light and when she fastens it around her skinny hips she's amazed at the way it flares out and seems to dance as she moves about. But it's so short! In her naughty tights, she won't dare bend over. Ha! Yes, she will!

Tabby pulls away the next layer of red tissue paper and blanches with excitement at the sight of so many glittering white sequins. But when she pulls the garment out of the box, she blanches to see how tiny it is. It isn't even a blouse - it's simply a short white vest that slides easily over her small shoulders, every square centimeter of it shimmering with tiny sequins. It falls barely halfway down her back and leaves her arms bare. The little girl turns slowly to look at her new vest in the mirror. Her pale skin looks even milkier against the sequins and her tiny pink nipples play peek-a-boo from behind the open fabric. She understands at once that wearing the garment is much sexier than just going bare-chested.

"Oh, daddy! It's so pretty," Tabby squeals.

"Only because you're so pretty, baby," daddy says with a smile and enjoys the way his little girl blushes. After everything they've done together, it's a miracle that she can still blush at a simple compliment from her daddy. "Let's see what else is waiting for you in there."

Under the next layer of tissue paper, Tabby finds a pair of bright red leather ankle boots with three-inch heels. She knows at once how hard it will be to walk in them, how they'll accentuate the shape of her legs and butt - but she loves them! With her little tongue sticking out the side of her mouth, she pulls the boots onto her slender ankles and zips them up tight. She shivers with fear, but she's also thrilled; she locks the little, white heart-shaped padlocks that make the boots inescapable. But… who has the key?

Tabby loves the tiny, shiny red, beaded purse, on a tiny strap, that comes out of the box next. And when she snaps it open the tube of lipstick she finds inside makes her heart flutter. It seems so grown-up to wear lipstick! Daddy has to help her put it on and when she turns to the mirror she's shocked to see her lips so red and shiny, like a beacon. It's only when she puts the lipstick back in the tiny purse that she finds the pair of child-sized handcuffs, with bright red faux fur that perfectly matches her lipstick. She shivers.

The little girl isn't surprised to see the next items that come from the big white box - a collar and leash. Tabby can hardly remember the last time she went without a collar for more than a few minutes. Without one, she quickly begins to feel out of place, unsure of herself. Her collars are constant reminders of who she is - daddy's little bondage model, daddy's little sex toy. And the collar that comes from the box doesn't disappoint her - or daddy. It's a jet-black leather collar, the only black item in her entire Valentine's costume. It fits tight and locks in the back with another little heart-shaped padlock. A single silver ring descends from the front of the collar and shiny metallic red letters sparkle across her throat, letters that bring her heart into her restricted throat - 'PLAYTHING.'

"Just one more thing in the box now," daddy says to Tabby's surprise. What could possibly be missing from her sexy date outfit? She pulls the last layer of tissue paper away to find an eyeglass case. Tabby glances at daddy with confusion, but when she opens the case she finally understands. Bright red eyeglass frames, new glasses that will match her outfit!

Oh gosh, her mystery date thought of everything. Tabby trades her big blue glasses for the shiny new red ones and admires her crazy outfit in the mirror as daddy attaches the black leather leash to her new collar and lets it dangle down in front of her. Tabby tingles with excitement and terror. Then she drops her eyes demurely to the floor, waiting.

As if on cue, the doorbell rings.

The door swings open and Newt Cristen's lower jaw barely escapes bruising as it drops towards the floor. How many hours has he spent imagining the little girl of his dreams in the outfit that he picked out for their date? How could his imagination have fallen so short of the real thing - nine-year-old Tabby in the flesh, tarted up like a porn star, her beautiful auburn hair flowing around that famous, gorgeous young face, waiting with her eyes down. Truly she's a Valentine's Angel. Newt nearly passes out at the thought that the perfect little vision before him is his to do with as he pleases for the next few hours.

"Tabby," daddy says as Newt steps into the house, "this is your date for Valentine's Day. His name is Newt. But he'll tell you what he wants you to call him."

Tabby finally looks up into the eyes of her date, but only for a moment, just long enough to see that he's handsome, tall, early thirties. He’s younger than Daddy, younger than Marco. He has a nice smile. She stiffens with nervous worry when daddy ceremoniously hands her leash to the man but drops her eyes again. It's so frightening to have a different man, a stranger in a dark suit, in complete control of her. But she knows: it's what daddy wants. It's Daddy's new game for her.

"Thank you," Newt says politely. Then he addresses Tabby. "I've longed to meet you, Tabby," he says. "You're even prettier in person." He smiles to see her blush. "I know it's kind of corny, but I was hoping we could have a pretty traditional date, darling, very simple. Just dinner, a little dancing maybe, and a movie. How does that sound?"

Too afraid to speak, Tabby nods her head demurely.

"Oh good, I'm glad you like the idea," Newt says. "But, darling, I see that you're not quite ready to leave. Would you like to finish getting ready?"

What is the man talking about!? Tabby thought she was ready. She almost turns to look to daddy, but she stops herself just in time. She realizes the man is giving her a puzzle - just like daddy likes to do. What could it be? She wracks her young brain and then it comes to her - the handcuffs. The man wants her to show him that she's completely submissive to him. The tiny purse hangs from her shoulder. Without looking up, she snaps it open and takes out the handcuffs. There's no key! Oh gosh. But she doesn't hesitate, despite the way her hands tremble. Click, click, click the pawls sound as she puts the first cuff around her thin left wrist, tightening it down. Then she pauses. Front or back? It seems like a test! But Tabby knows. She's already beginning to understand just how much the stranger wants to control her. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, she puts her arms behind her back, trying not to tremble. Click, click, click. The second cuff encircles her right wrist and just like that little Tabby renders herself helpless and vulnerable and puts herself completely into his hands.

"You really are amazing, Tabby dearest," Newt says rather breathlessly. He gently tugs at her leash and she steps closer. So small, so vulnerable, so perfect. Is she really his for the whole evening, for the perfect Valentine's Date? He has just one last test...

Eyes still down, Tabby yields to the tug on her leash. She hears daddy stepping away with a murmured chuckle. When she hears a zipper her eyes flare, but she doesn't look up. Tabby knows. Tabby's been well trained. Tabby kneels, yielding to the slight tug on her leash. Only when he closes the last few inches between them does she lift her face, then twist to bring her bright red lips to the underside of his impressive, big cock.

Tabby's tongue slides along Newt's throbbing cock. She shivers slightly when his fingers twine into her long auburn hair. He shudders at their first, intimate contact with her lips. Good. It's her job to please him, to make him even more excited, to learn as quickly as she can exactly what he likes, what he needs, what he wants. The telltale clicks of daddy's camera as she explores the man's long cock, sliding her tongue over the sensitive part at the top, is no surprise to the little bondage model. Oh, yes, the man likes what she’s doing! Stretching upwards, she swirls around the head of his cock again before she slides down to the base and starts all over.

Newt Cristen can barely believe his eyes. But the pleasure coursing through him is undeniable. The hottest preteen bondage model of all time is licking his cock! He didn't have to say a word. She just knew. Oh god, the gorgeous little child is completely submissive, completely sexual - and for tonight, completely his! Fuck! The way her little tongue probes and slides and... oh fuck. Yes!

What should she do? Tabby's not sure. Should she tease him, prolong their first intimate engagement? Or should she show him how quickly she can make him cum, then submissively swallow down his seed? It's like another test, another puzzle. Tabby licks his length again, then strains upwards to swirl over the top. He's so excited! The veins in his cock pulse so hard, like it might explode. What should she do? He won’t last much longer at this rate. Why won't he command her to do the right thing? But no, the perfect girl is supposed to know what her master wants. She licks again and feels him trembling. What if she guesses wrong? Will he punish her? The idea is so frightening.

Tabby decides. Too afraid to tease him, she plunges her bright red lips over the end of the thick cock and gobbles him down.

More and more of Newt’s thick, straining cock disappear into the pretty little girl’s mouth. How can she be so good at that!? She's only nine, for fuck's sake! He’s going to cum any second. He strains against it. His fingers tighten in her hair. He’s so excited. It’s better than any dream! Her lips suck at him as she bobs her head forward and back. The way she looks - submissively kneeling, arms bound back, her pretty vest sparkling in the bright light - she's almost too much for his heart and mind to handle. And yet she's exactly what he wanted. She's better than his dreams!

The man, her date, pulls harder at her hair, betraying his excitement. He’s so close to filling her mouth with his cum. She twists and dares to look into his eyes, rewarded by the look of ecstasy on his face. She did make the right decision! She bobs up and down even faster, sliding her painted lips along his length and swirling around his throbbing flesh with her tongue. And when she knows he's at the very edge, that his eruption is inevitable, she pulls back, dips downwards so she can tilt her pretty face upwards, strains to open her mouth even further. She tips her head back as far as she can and she slides her tongue out under the end of his cock, with her mouth fully open - the perfect portrait of the perfect little cum slut. Somehow, she knows that this is what he wants. He wants to see his cum spurting out, filling her mouth, claiming his dominance over her!

With a cry of relief, Newt watches his cum gush into Tabby's mouth. Somehow her little tongue continues to stroke at the most sensitive spot just under his cock. He's never seen or felt anything like it. Once again, he understands that the real Tabby is so much more than the Tabby in the magazine, or even the Tabby of his imagination. More and more of his warm, thick cum spurts into her mouth as the milky, churning pool deepens.

Newt has imagined this moment over and over, rejecting one fantasy, embracing another only to reject that one as well. He's always known none of his fantasies could do justice to this moment. But then again, one fantasy was always stronger than any other and he knows what he wants. He knows exactly how he wants to cement his dominance, however temporary, over the fantastic little slut. Will she pass the terrible test he wants to set her?

Tabby stays in place, with her mouth open, showing Newt the bounty of his seed. He steps back, then bends low in front of her to bring his lips to her ear, to whisper his dark desire, his evil command. He pauses, afraid to show her how nervous he is. "I want you to hold that in your mouth, Tabby. I want you to hold it in your mouth until I tell you what to do with it. It may be a long time, darling, so be careful. And then, baby, when you don't have a mouth full of my thick cum - then you can call me Valentine Master. Because I am, Tabby, I'm your Master for tonight and your Valentine forever."

Tabby's eyes flare as she listens to the terrible task her 'Valentine Master' has given her. His cum is so cloying, so thick. She slowly closes her mouth and concentrates. She must not lose or swallow a single drop of the terrible stuff. Oh gosh! What will he do if she fails? At a tug on her leash Tabby stumbles to her feet on her awkward boots, then submissively follows her date out the front door to a big black car where Marco, wearing a jaunty chauffeur's cap, holds the back door open for both of them.

Marco looks silly in the chauffeur's hat! No, Tabby is being silly. She should have expected it. Daddy would never let her go off on a date with a stranger all by herself. Looking down, she hides a small grin – which isn't easy with a mouth full of thick cum.

With Marco at the wheel of the car, Tabby feels a little bit less frightened. That feeling lasts about two seconds, until her Valentine, her date, sitting beside her in the back seat of the fancy car, leans down to say "I brought you a small present, Tabby, darling - just a little thing, to help us get our date off on the right foot." Tabby knows very well that presents can be very scary indeed. But there's nothing she can say. She doesn't dare do anything to endanger the precious load of cum that torments her taste buds. It flashes through her young mind that her date has found a whole new way to gag his little submissive.

He's very clever!

Newt takes in the way Tabby's pretty eyes, behind those wonderful big red glasses, flare briefly when he mentions her present. And the way she has to hold her pretty red lips closed, protecting his cum, unable to speak or gasp. It's all he can do to stop himself from pulling her little body into his lap to show her just how quickly his cock has revived from her expert blow job. Would her little cunny really be as tight as he'd always imagined? Get a grip on yourself, man! You have a whole evening planned.

And Newt's plans for Tabby's romantic Valentine's evening include watching to see if she can really carry out his commands, no matter what. "Look, darling," he says, holding up the back of his hand to show her a ring on his middle finger - a simple band of silver that reflects the lights of passing cars. "I got you this ring. Isn't it pretty?" He smiles at the furrowed brows betraying Tabby's perplexity. "Oh, I know, it's confusing. Why am I wearing the ring that I got for you? Let me show you, darling." Tabby's puzzled look doesn't improve when Newt opens his palm to her and shows her the other side of the ring, which extends the full length of his finger. And before she can understand what she's looking at, Newt reaches under Tabby's flouncy short skirt and slides his fingers between her legs to find her small, hairless cunny.

"You see, darling," Newt croons to Tabby's flaring, pretty eyes. "It's a special ring. A ring just for you." He flicks on the small, but powerful vibrator that runs the length of his finger and presses it gently to his little date's clitoris. But the expensive, special device does so much more than just vibrate. Little pulses of electric current arc along the rippled surface of it, tingling and terrifying.

The first touch of the unseen, vibrating shock catches Tabby by surprise. She stiffens, arches her back, and has to concentrate hard to stifle the gasp that would explode the load of cum from her mouth. She can't stop herself from straining helplessly at her handcuffs. Her date's middle finger slides across her cunny, tormenting her little clit. Then he curls the finger around to penetrate her and the tingling shock goes deeper inside, then cascades out through her sensitive lips and over her clit in a never-ending torment. The vibrations intensify. The tiny shocks are so intense, so wonderfully distressing. She can only breathe through her nose and her breathing gets faster and faster, nearing panic. The man moves the incredible finger vibrator this way, then that, expertly, driving her crazy. Holding the cum in her mouth is worse than a big ballgag! Tears come to her eyes. She can't do it! But she has to, she has to. Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh! Please, please! Ohhhhh!

It's not a terribly long drive to the restaurant, maybe fifteen minutes. But Newt never lets up with the brilliant little finger vibrator and its mild, but tormenting current. He only has to slip his finger inside her to the first knuckle for the device to be completely effective - which is fine with him. He's more than happy to wait before enjoying the full use of Tabby's small, tight cunt. Within a minute, she climaxes. Her childish body, with her arms still handcuffed behind her, trembles and jerks. Her thighs grip his wrist. It's incredibly impressive that she can maintain enough control to continue holding his cum in her mouth all through the ordeal. And it's a long ordeal, for the little device can easily keep her orgasm flowing, continuously - whether she can stand it or not.

She's so perfect, Newt thinks.

He’s not the first man to fall desperately in love with the pretty little sex toy.

It’s a struggle to get out of the car with her wrists still cuffed behind her back and her high-heeled boots. She doesn’t want to flash her little pussy at the small crowd of people milling about on the street! But it’s no use. Tabby blushes at all the eyes fixed on her. She tries to hurry away, but her date holds her leash and saunters slowly towards the restaurant, smirking with delight. Before they get there he stops, making sure that everyone is watching before he ceremoniously removes her leash, puts it in his coat pocket, then unlocks her furry handcuffs. He hands the cuffs to Tabby. She blanches, but then she understands. In front of all the witnesses, she carefully unclasps her little purse, puts the handcuffs away, and places the purse’s long, thin strap back on her shoulder. The titters amongst the watchers send a chill through her!

In her sexy Valentine's outfit, Tabby is all but bare-chested and her little nipples tighten in the chilly evening air. She's still reeling from her long, intense orgasm as she’s paraded, hand in hand with her date, the last twenty yards to the small, fancy restaurant. And she’s still holding her date’s evil cum in her mouth! It’s getting harder by the second. As they push through the door into the warm, fragrant dining room, she’s still someone’s plaything - it says so right on her humiliating collar.

Oh gosh! There are people in the restaurant. Men stare at her hungrily! Women smirk. She feels herself blush hotly, ashamed and fearful. So many eyes!

An intimate table for two waits for them at the very center of the room. Newt pulls out a chair for Tabby, but before she can sit he whispers into her ear. "Let me see how well you’ve followed my orders, darling.” Tabby blushes, suddenly afraid of what he intends. But she knows her place, she knows her role – she tilts her head back in front of all those people and opens her mouth to let her date see that she hasn’t swallowed or lost a drop of his precious cum. “Wonderful,” he exclaims. “Now swallow it, dearest. Every drop."

Tabby tilts her head back further. Her eyes dart to and fro. Everyone is looking at her! But they can't know - how could they? Oh gosh! Their eyes bore into her. Do they know? It doesn’t matter. She swallows the awful thick cum she’s held in her mouth for so long. It’s such a relief! And the relief washes over her pretty features in a way that her audience can only see as pleasure. One swallow, two, three, finally, it’s over! She scans the crowd again and sees the smiles, the barely concealed laughter. Oh gosh! Tabby sits, red with mortification, not knowing that her deep blush just makes her that much more attractive to the diners in the small restaurant.

It suddenly occurs to Tabby to wonder how many of the people in the room know who she is! Her eyes dart here and there, even with her head bowed low. How many of them have seen her magazines? How many of them have imagined...? There are only four other tables in the small restaurant, each with a couple, all of them dressed nicely for Valentine's Day. Tabby thinks the women look fancy and pretty in their date dresses. Some of the men are handsome, but some are fat and old. The way they look at her is frightening.

There’s another man – the waiter – standing beside the table to take their order. He’s Daddy’s age, short and rather ugly, with pop-eyes that are boring into Tabby’s chest where her little nipples are just peeking out.

"Perhaps I should order for both of us," Tabby hears and looks up quickly to see her handsome date smiling at her from across the small table. She drops her eyes back to her empty plate and bites her lips. Oh! She can bite her lip now.

The meal is excellent but Tabby is too nervous to eat more than a few bites. Her date is being so nice, asking her about herself and what she likes. Despite the hungry eyes of the other diners on her and her date, the evening starts to feel intimate and almost romantic. She can almost forget her outfit, what she’d already had to do. Her date is so nice and handsome. She likes him! Strange, warm feelings grow in her chest like nothing she’s ever felt. A new kind of fear takes hold and she stammers answers to his questions. When she glances up, her Valentine Master is smiling at her. Color rushes to her sweet, young face.

“You didn’t eat much, sweetheart. Is there anything wrong?” Newt asks. “Or maybe you still have a taste for something else. Is that it?” It takes Tabby a moment to imagine what he could mean, and when she puzzles it out she blanches behind her big, red glasses.

“Your check, sir,” the waiter interrupts.

Newt pats his jacket pockets, then checks his pants. “Oh my,” he says. “I seem to have misplaced my wallet.”

Tadd watches his gorgeous daughter and her date from the door to the restaurant’s kitchen. He's quite impressed with the way Newt plays on his sweet daughter's emotions, finding new and imaginative ways to shock, torment, and humiliate the nine-year-old. He would never have thought to make her hold his cum in her mouth for nearly an hour! The man is a natural, a genius. Maybe Tadd should keep him around for a while.

He glances over to make sure Marco is still guarding the front door, just out of Tabby’s sight. Of course, he is. Marco would no more let anything bad happen to Tabby than Tadd would, and they can’t run any risk with a stranger intruding on Tabby’s Valentine’s Day date.

There were lots of entries in the Valentine’s Date with Tabby contest – even at $500 per entry – more than Tadd had ever imagined. And many of those entries were really quite good! But Newt’s entry had stood out from the rest. It was the runaway winner. It wasn’t just that Newt presented the best ideas for what he wanted to do on a date with Tabby – it was also the twist he put into his narrative. Tadd was bowled over at the younger man’s audacity. But it was such an amazing idea!

So, here they are, in a tiny French restaurant, with Tabby on display in her insane, come-fuck-me outfit. And she has no idea that all of the other people in the room, the four couples, and the waiter, are all people who entered her Valentine’s Date contest! That was Newt’s audacious plan. If he won, he wanted all the other contestants to be invited to participate, to make the evening more than anyone else could imagine. Because, as Newt so elegantly put it, “How could one man ever hope to be enough for the world’s greatest preteen bondage model?” It was hardly a surprise that these five men, five of the best contest entries, had agreed to travel here and take on the roles Newt had imagined for them. Even the four women in the room were chosen from amongst the large handful of Tabby’s female admirers who had entered the contest.

Tadd looks over his shoulder to check on Steve, the man who’s monitoring all the hidden cameras in the room. Steve grins and gives Tadd a thumbs up. Tadd nods and turns back to watch the date progress. Without thinking, he reaches down to adjust his crotch. God, he has such a hard-on!

Tabby has already endured all kinds of new humiliations and torments this evening, but somehow the thought that her handsome date can’t pay for their expensive dinner is even worse! Everyone is staring at them! For ten minutes the waiter and her date have been arguing, loudly, drawing more and more attention to their table. The waiter yelled that their dinner was a hundred dollars, and Newt doesn't have any money! She wants to crawl under the table or run away. She doesn't know what to do! It's so…

Wait. Tabby gasps. She glances up at her date, catching his eye for just a second. He tries not to show a little smirk.

It’s a puzzle! Yes, yes, it’s a puzzle!

Tabby’s beautiful auburn hair glows as she gathers her courage and slowly stands without permission. Her little tongue sticks out the side of her mouth as she concentrates. She doesn’t know what to do, but she knows she has to figure it out. She keeps her head down, but her eyes dart about the room. Everyone looking at her! Even Newt and the waiter, who’ve stopped arguing. Tabby’s knees tremble as she finally figures it out. But… but all the men… they’re all strangers. What would daddy…? No, she has to.

With hesitant little steps, the frightened child moves across the room to one of the other tables, stopping in front of the man. He's much older than Daddy, and he's a bit fat, but he doesn't look mean or too scary – well, a little scary. She feels so vulnerable and exposed in her Valentine's Day clothes. She has to take a deep breath and try to stop shaking.

“Excuse me, ah, sir?” Tabby says. Adorably, she pushes her new, red glasses, which are just a tiny bit too big, back up onto the bridge of her nose.

“Yes?” the man says, unable to take his eyes off the delectable little girl on display before him.

“Could… could you please… help us, sir?” Tabby bites her quivering lip to stop her stutter before she can continue. “I… I would be very…” She raises her face just enough to briefly lock eyes with the older man. “Grateful.” She whispers the last word and drops her eyes back to the floor.

There’s a brief pause. Tabby doesn’t miss the eagerness the man gives out. Can she do this? He’s a total stranger! He might be… he might not be… No, this is the answer to her puzzle. This is what she has to do for her Valentine’s Day Master. The man barely finishes choking out the words, “I’d love to help you out,” before Tabby drops to her knees in front of him.

A murmur of excitement runs across the room. He opens his legs. There’s an awkward moment of fumbling at pants, belt, zipper – but he kindly assists the inexperienced little girl – then Tabby’s bright red lips and sweet little tongue are gently running along his rapidly swelling cock. The man slouches deeper in his chair, opening his legs. Tabby has to bend over a bit further, but he’s given her much better access. The first time she slides her lips over the end of his old, veiny cock, she’s rewarded with a deep gasp of pleasure.

Tabby’s fingers don’t fumble with the cock – they know what to do now. She senses other people gathering closer, chairs and feet and excited breathing all around her, but she keeps her concentration on the old man’s throbbing and very aroused erection. Her small fingers coat the base of his cock with her own spittle as she gobbles more and more into her mouth, pressing the head into the back of her throat, actually swallowing him like she’s been taught.

But he's a total stranger! Daddy isn't even here. She pretends the man is Daddy – that helps. She gets him a bit farther into her mouth. Her fingers stroke him faster. She lets one wet, slippery hand glide down around his scrotum, just like she knows Daddy would like. He doesn't taste like Daddy or smell like him. But…

Tabby doesn't have to pretend any longer. The man can't hold back the eruption of cum that explodes into her mouth. She rears back at the onslaught but she isn't completely surprised and she manages to keep her painted lips wrapped around the bulb, sealing his seed in her mouth, catching every gush of the warm, viscous goo.

When she's sure he's done, Tabby expertly squeezes the older man's cock from base to tip, teasing out the last few drops of his cum and sending a violent shudder through his whole body. One last time, she swirls her little tongue around his cock before she lifts her head back to show him the milk cum in her mouth, making sure to keep her eyes down, submissively. Then she swallows.

"Well now, I think I might like to help you and your date out too, little darlin'," says a deep man's voice just to Tabby's right. She turns to find a second man, already slouched in his chair with a twitching cock in his hand. She hardly has to move at all to be enveloped between his knees, with her lips pressed into his warm, throbbing flesh.

Newt and Tadd, each from his own vantage, watch the amazing nine-year-old beauty as she runs her clever tongue up and down the long cock of one of the male diners. They exchange a glance, and Newt shakes his head as if he really couldn't believe she would do it, unprompted no less! Tadd just smirks and shrugs. He knows well how perfect his pretty little daughter is. He makes a gesture towards Tabby as if to say to Newt, 'go on, go ahead with your plan, nothing is stopping you.'

Newt smirks in turn, and steps over to the tight circle of men around his little date. Pushing through, he kneels behind Tabby, who is just slipping her painted red lips over the head of the man’s long cock as she teases his balls with her small hands. Leaning in, Newt whispers in her ear. “It’s so nice of these men to offer to help us out, darling. I’m sure it’s because they think you’re so pretty.” He smiles at the little shiver that rolls across her features. Is it pleasure at his compliment or fear? Both? "But I really think you ought to show them how much you enjoy receiving their largesse. Don't you?" The quick look of confusion on her pretty face, even as she starts to bob her head deeper and deeper onto the moaning man’s cock, is priceless. The knowing fear on her face when he reaches between her legs from behind and slides the shocking little finger vibrator into her tight, frightened pussy is even better.

It’s hard to moan with a big cock stuffed halfway down your throat, but her date’s awful vibrator brings a moan to Tabby’s throat in less than a minute. Maybe she hadn’t realized that it wasn’t just fear and embarrassment she was feeling as she sucked the men’s cocks to get them to help her date pay for their dinner. Maybe she was excited too! Maybe she liked sucking cock for money? Maybe that’s why Newt’s awful little vibrator seems to go straight to her brain and quickly make her shake all over. Maybe that’s why she’s already most of the way to another… no, not most of the way… oh! Gosh. Tabby’s orgasm rushes through her body even as the man gushes his cum into her waiting little mouth.

Maybe she’s even more of a submissive little cock slut than she thought she was.

She can’t stop quivering as she shows the second man the flood of cum in her mouth, then squeezes his cock for the last few drops before she swallows.

There’s a shuffle as the second man reluctantly moves away and is replaced by the third, but Tabby can barely follow what’s going on. Her orgasm is too strong and her revelations are too overwhelming. She blushes deeply at the sound of giggling laughter from the four young women in the room. It’s almost a relief to have another throbbing cock in her little hands, to run her tongue up and down its veiny surface – despite the way her small body violently trembles.

The third man runs strong fingers into Tabby’s gorgeous locks, but he’s gentle as he guides her up and down the underside of his cock, enjoying both the feeling and the look of her pretty face pressed to his impressive sex. And the way shivers with ecstasy! It makes his blood boil. He guides her lips over the tip of his cock, knowing he isn’t going to be able to hold out for long. And indeed, the swirl of her tongue around the sensitive head is too much!

Tabby's date expertly increases the stimulation of the small shocks at Tabby's clit to ramp up her forced orgasm to another level just as the third man fills her mouth with viscous, earthy cum. Her little fingers dig into the flesh of the man's thighs as she nearly loses control – but still, the little girl manages to raise her head, open her mouth and prove to her audience that she's taken in yet another load of male essence. Then she swallows.

There’s no surprise for the little girl that the fourth man is more than ready to enjoy her “gratitude” for joining in to help her and her date out of their pecuniary troubles. She isn’t even surprised when the third man slides out of the chair in front of her and the fourth man, fat, short, and older, immediately takes his place, trousers and boxers gone, to reveal naught but a very fat cock erupting from a huge bush of greying dark hair. The man’s balls are so big, even though his straining, hungry cock isn’t very long! No, the only surprise comes when the man grabs the long, gorgeous, ginger hair on each side of the orgasming little girl’s face and pulls her forward, shoving his fat cock into her tender little mouth without a single warning.

“Oh yeah, that’s it, you little bitch!” the fourth man moans. He yanks at Tabby’s hair and rapes her young mouth with an energy close to violence, oblivious to the angry looks all around him.

“Hey there now!” Newt yells. He stops torturing Tabby’s little pussy and reaches for the man, but it doesn’t matter.

With a horrible grunt of lust, the man yanks Tabby's face tight against his crotch, burying his short, fat cock to the hilt down her throat, and lets loose a torrent of hot, thick cum. The whole ordeal hasn’t taken more than twenty seconds. The fat man is red and out of breath, looking like he might stroke out – but if he does he’ll die with a smile on his face. He releases Tabby’s hair as he falls back in his chair. The poor child splutters and gaps, but then, to the wonderment of all, she puts her little hand on the fat man’s knee, makes sure he’s looking, and visibly swallows the last of his cum down her abused throat.

After four fast, hard blow jobs and a torrent of cum down her throat, Tabby is confused and overwhelmed. Someone leads her, stumbling, back to her chair. She overhears conversations about money, her date thanking the men for paying for their dinner, shuffling as chairs move back to their tables. There’s a click and she realizes with a tremor that she’s back on her leash! Hands gently pull her arms behind her back and suddenly she’s handcuffed again. The furry handcuffs tickle the strip of bare skin on her back between the top of her short skirt and the bottom of her revealing, sparkly vest. The cloying taste of cum overlays everything else, inescapable. At a tug, she stands and the room stops spinning. She can finally focus. Newt smiles down and a soft rush of pleasure fills her – he’s proud of her, he’s happy with her.

The moment doesn’t last.

“Sir,” the waiter says. “It is true, your dinner has been paid for. But…” he hesitates. “Well, sir, there was no gratuity included…?”

“Oh, damn,” Newt says. “I just don’t have…” He looks to his gorgeous date, then back to the waiter. “I don’t suppose…?” The waiter’s eyes flare, then he smirks.

It takes Tabby a minute to understand that her 'gratitude' isn't done yet. A moment later she's on her knees again, holding herself up as she did with Newt when she first met him. She doesn't really want to slide her tongue along the veiny, pulsing skin of another man's cock, but she does it. In seconds he's rock hard and betraying his pleasure with soft gasps, one hand entangled in the hair atop her head, the other stroking her soft cheek with trembling fingers. He lifts her chin and she slides over the head of his cock, sucking him along her sweet, red lips until he’s tickling the back of her sore throat.

Suddenly Tabby hears her date’s deep voice in her ear. He must be kneeling just behind her again. “I have a little surprise for you, darling.” She blanches. She’s learned well the lesson that surprises can be very scary. “Another chance for you to prove what a good little girl you can be for your Master,” he whispers. “Just make sure you don’t swallow, love, not until you’re told to. Make me proud.” And then the room goes dark as a pair of hands removes Tabby’s glasses and covers her eyes.

Blind, Tabby senses the waiter’s growing excitement. She slides forward and back along his length, sucking hard and swirling her tongue, willing him to finish. And just as she did with Newt, at the last second, she pulls back and opens her mouth, teasing him with only her tongue. His cum floods into her mouth, renewing the cloying, maddening taste, filling her nostrils with that unique, male smell that sends shivers through her small, preteen body.

But Newt isn’t done with this particular part of his marvelous plan for the little girl. “You know, sweetheart,” he says. “It’s not just the waiter who enjoys the gratuity. It’s shared around – there’s the busboy, the dishwasher, even the chef!”

Tabby gasps through her nose and can’t stop herself from jerking at her handcuffs. Three more men? Three more cocks? No! But the blinded little girl can't see that it's Marco who steps in front of her, his cock already ready. With two more excited strokes, he squirts another huge load of cum into his favorite little girl's mouth, then steps away, only to be replaced in a flash by Tabby's own stepfather, Steve. Steve pumps his cock with vigor, and a few seconds later a third gush of hot, thick semen floods into Tabby’s nearly overflowing mouth. And of course, the final man to quickly step in front of the unseeing child is her daddy, Tadd. His cock is already straining, ready to disgorge – despite all that he’s done with and done to his gorgeous daughter, he’s never been more excited than he is in this moment, he’s never been prouder of his little slut. Tadd sprays a torrent of cum into Tabby’s waiting mouth. Her little tongue disappears into the depth of the four men’s thick, cloying issue.

Marco, Steve, and Daddy quickly disappear before Newt takes his hands from the little girl’s eyes and gives her back her new red glasses. He whispers into her ear. “Don’t lose a drop of that, darling. Not until I tell you.” And then Tabby is back on her feet, stumbling behind as they leave the restaurant in front of all the diners.

Tabby thought it was terrible to be forced to hold one man’s load of cum in her mouth. To hold four is agony! It takes all her concentration to keep the awful cum from dribbling from the corners of her mouth. She’s desperate to swallow or spit, anything to relieve herself of the torment as her date leads her down the sidewalk on her leash. She doesn’t think she can do it. But she must; she’s Newt’s submissive little slut for the evening. She mustn’t do anything to spoil their perfect Valentine’s Day date.

“It isn’t far to the movie theater,” Newt says with a twinkle in his eye. “Only a few blocks. I hope you’re not cold, darling.”

A few blocks? No! There are people all around, milling about, looking at her. Some of them are laughing at the little girl on a leash. Some are staring with undisguised desire. And she is cold. Her bare little nipples are on fire. They have to push through a crowd at the first corner and someone touches Tabby from behind, running his hand up her thigh and onto her bare ass under her ridiculously short skirt. She wants to scream, but she can't – she has to hold all the cum safe in her mouth. Another stranger touches her! It's a nightmare. Her Valentine Master doesn't seem to notice, or maybe he doesn't care, or maybe… maybe this is what he wanted!

Are some of the people following them now? No! It’s scary. There seem to be more and more people around. She falls behind Newt, stumbling on her sexy boots, and he tugs her forward. There’s laughter. Another fast grope at her ass, then inside her sparkly vest. No! Someone manages to get fingers on her little pussy! Please, stop, don't! Are they laughing at the way her cheeks must bulge with all this cum in her mouth? Do they know? She knows she must be bright red.

Finally, they come around a corner and there’s a marquee halfway down the block. But there are so many people, mostly men, following, crowding in on them, touching her. Please! The marquee is so bright. It says ‘PRIVATE SHOWING – ONE NIGHT ONLY.’ In each of the corners the letters ‘XXX’ sparkle and flash, reflecting off the lenses of little Tabby’s big red Valentine’s glasses.

Tabby is led the last few yards through a growing, jostling crowd. There are so many now, so close. Newt has to push his way through the laughing, smirking people. Tabby twists one way and another as men and women both press close, hands molest her, fingers find her little nipples and dip into the wetness between her legs. Someone gets a finger between her cheeks and nearly enters her tight, tiny butthole. She’s never been so terrified! And through it all she can’t make a sound – she’s effectively gagged with the cum of all those men in the restaurant. Doesn’t her date care about her torments? He was so nice before!

Newt pushes through the door to the small movie house and through more milling crowd in the lobby. Tabby can only follow on her leash, trying not to stumble as she’s touched and laughed at. Behind her, at the door, someone is growling about ‘invitations only!’ The voice is familiar, but she can’t place it. She’s swept through into the movie theater.

It’s not a large theater, maybe fifty seats, but the screen looks huge to the little girl. The crowd from the lobby hastens in behind them, jostling Newt and Tabby as they quickly fill in all the seats.

“Do you like movies, darling?” Newt asks Tabby as he leads her slowly down the center aisle. She looks up at him but doesn’t meet his eyes. She loves movies! But… all she can do is nod her pretty head. “I thought so,” he says with a little smile. They’re halfway up the aisle. “Did you ever want to be a glamorous movie star?” Tabby’s eyes flare. She’s always dreamed of being a movie star! How did he know? She nods again, enthusiastically. “Oh, I’m so glad, darling. Because tonight, here in this theater, in front of all these people…” They’re almost to the front. Tabby stumbles along on her leash. She only has eyes for her handsome date. He leans down and whispers into her ear, “Tonight, just for you, I’ve arranged for you to become a movie star. Look!”

Tabby turns to follow Newt’s gesture and realizes they’re standing at the very front of the theater, in front of all the excited people. And there, on a slightly raised platform, just in front of the huge screen is a thing she’s never seen before – but the thing isn’t much of a puzzle – Tabby can tell what it’s for at a glance.

“Come, darling, don’t keep your adoring fans waiting,” Tabby’s date says and pulls at Tabby’s leash to get the terrified child to take the three short steps onto the little stage. As she steps onto the first step the movie scene suddenly comes alive, startling her. Newt keeps tugging and she's forced to take another step – and only then does she realize that what's she's seeing up on the huge screen is herself, from the back! Oh gosh, her little skirt is really even shorter than she thought it was. Her small body fills the middle of the screen. Newt, from the shoulders down, stands to one side and the frightening device bolted to the stage is slightly to the other side. Her eyes flare at the size of herself on the screen, and then she realizes there's an even bigger version of herself, father back, out of focus – the projection onto the screen of the screen itself.

It’s only as Tabby takes the last step up onto the small stage that she realizes the people in the audience are applauding. They’re applauding for her! They’re applauding at seeing a little girl in handcuffs, in ridiculous, sexy clothes, on a leash! Who are they? Why?

“Lady’s and gentlemen,” Newt booms out to the audience. “I give you the one, the only, the most amazing bondage model of all time, in her big-screen debut…. Tabby!"

The crowd goes wild with applause, whoops, wolf-whistles and cat-calls. The camera must pan in, for Tabby sees the picture on the screen zoom in, closer and closer until only the back of her head and her gorgeous auburn hair are visible. Then she feels the tug at her leash and she's forced to turn around, to face the terrifying crowd of strangers. She knows that behind her, her terrified, pretty, young face is filling the screen. She wants to run! She wants to hide. But she's trapped.

“Well, Tabby, I’m sure you know what your adoring fans are waiting to see,” Newt says from beside her.

What? No! Wait. It’s another puzzle. Oh gosh, her date is so clever. But it isn’t a very hard puzzle – it’s almost too easy. She quickly glances towards Newt, then turns her face back to the crowd and to the camera that’s plastering her face up on the huge movie screen. She tilts her head back, just a bit. Tabby doesn’t see Newt raise one hand to the crowd, but suddenly they go completely silent, waiting.

There's so much cum in her mouth! When she opens her full, painted lips to show them, it's impossible to keep it all contained. It sloshes over in one corner and in the middle on the other side. It runs down her chin. Instinctively, she yanks at her handcuffs to keep it from dripping down onto her pretty clothes. A few gasps escape from the otherwise silent audience. Tabby struggles, trembling slightly and blushing with the deepest embarrassment she's ever known, but she manages to open her mouth even wider. There can be no question, up there on the huge screen behind her, of how much evil cum the little girl has been carrying around in her mouth.

Tabby blinks her eyes behind her big red glasses, shuffles her feet, and then she tilts her head back further and swallows. Even with the collar that hides part of her neck, gulp after awful gulp of the thick goo are visible as they slide down her throat.

The applause is thunderous.

From the projectionist booth, Tadd watches his little daughter’s performance down on the small stage. Her young face fills the screen. She’s so pretty, so sexy. His heart wants to explode in his chest – he loves her so much.

And this fellow, Newt, what a showman, what an imagination. Everything he plans comes off perfectly.

God, look at the flash of fear on Tabby’s face as Newt leads her onto the small, round dais that holds his little princess’s throne. Tadd smiles at the thought that the small, classic bondage stocks bolted to the middle of the dais is a throne. But what better throne for a perfect little bondage model to use in front of her royal subjects. These weren’t just the thousand or fans that subscribe to Tabby’s bondage magazines – these were a hundred of the zealots, the ones who adored Tabby enough to pay $500 to enter her Valentine’s Date contest. He remembers how excited each of the eighty men was as he handed them their lottery numbers and they streamed into the theater. Too bad for the twenty women in the audience – but that just wasn't part of Newt's plans.

Tadd had built the stocks for Tabby himself, with Marco’s help, of course, exactly to Newt’s design. But Tadd had known exactly how tall to make the stocks so that the little girl would be perfectly bent at the waist, trapped, with her amazing ass displayed just right. He knew just exactly how far apart the wrist restraints should be placed, just how big the neck restraint had to be. Most importantly, he’d measured the optimal width apart and the optimal height for the blocks of wood that the child would stand on, spreading her legs apart so that her incredible little pussy would be perfectly framed by her thin, flawless legs, a raising her up so that a full-grown man could stand behind her and her pussy would be at just the right height for…. She was only nine after all. He’d helped Marco install the engine under the dais that would slowly rotate the stocks, showing the audience and the cameras every side of the action. God! It had been so hard the past few days to refrain from testing out the bondage device on little Tabby.

Thank god they’d had Tabby’s stepsister, Anna, to use for their tests.

And now Tadd watches as another man leads his trembling daughter onto the dais, unlocks her handcuffs, forces her to bend at the waist, places her tiny wrists into the cutouts in the crossbar of the stocks, and snaps the metal cuffs across the top of each wrist. She's bound, trapped, helpless. The fear on her face is there – up on the big screen. Her perfect body is there too. It’s so hard to watch, from a distance. He wants to touch her, tease her, use her! But this is Newt’s date, not Daddy’s or Daddy’s monster.

Tabby’s neck is placed in the restraint at the middle of the T-shaped stocks, fixed in place, but allowed just enough movement to let her look around, to see herself on the big screen, look out at her rapt, adoring fans. Newt pulls her ankles back, spreading them wider, lifts each boot onto the raised block, and clips a ring at the back of each boot to hold them in place. Tabby can move her feet, but only slightly. Tabby's neck and back are parallel to the ground, but her amazing little ass curves up just a little bit higher, like an invitation. Her skirt is far too short to hide anything and only accentuates the look.

And then, as Newt smiles to the audience and steps away, the dais begins to rotate, displaying the helpless, hot little bondage model from every angle. She's the center of sexual attention for a hundred, horny spectators. It’s almost more than Tadd and his Monster can take.

Tabby understood that Daddy was selling magazines to people, magazines filled with pictures of her as a bondage model – a bondage model that was used in all kinds of frightening ways. But this is different. There are so many people! And they’re all right there, staring at her, whistling, laughing, yelling out terrible things. And she’s completely helpless. Anything could happen. But still… It’s exciting! Newt’s game is as good as Daddy’s games! She feels how wet her little pussy is as it slowly rotates in front of the audience. Then she sees what they see, up on the big screen, her ass, magnified many times, round and smooth, encased in the crotchless white Valentine’s Day tights. And her tiny pussy, open, glistening in the bright light as the camera zooms in even closer.

It takes at least three minutes to slowly rotate all the way around in front of the crowd, and Tabby has to finish three full rotations before anything else happens. The helpless waiting is almost worse than the bondage. She shuffles her feet, trying and failing to get more comfortable with her extreme bondage. She takes advantage of the limited freedom afforded her head to peer all around her, like a caged animal looking for an escape. There is no escape and all she sees is the huge image of herself on the screen and her audience, hooting and applauding and enjoying the show.

Finally, as she comes around to face the audience once again, Newt steps onto the dais with her and the dais stops its slow rotation. He raises a hand and the crowd quiets down to a whispered susurrus of excitement. Tabby stiffens and bites her lip. What is her Valentine Master going to do now? She gasps when his hand rests on her ass and gently strokes her. Then he speaks to her in a voice just loud enough for the entire audience to hear, and as he does, his finger slides expertly down, nestles just between the wet, velvety lips of her small pussy, and his awful finger vibrator starts up.

“Are you having a good time on our Valentine’s date, Tabby?”

“Y-yes, Master,” the child replies as the little vibrator quickly excites her in front of a hundred watchers.

“I’m so glad, darling. And do you like seeing yourself up on the big screen? Do you like being the newest, most glamorous movie star? Do you like the attention of all your adoring fans?”

“Ah! Ah!” Tabby doesn’t want to moan in front of all these people. She doesn’t want them to know how quickly and completely her date can drive her towards orgasm. But she can’t help it. “Y-yes, Master! Oh, please!”

“And tell your audience, Tabby. Are you excited to bound in front of them? Does it make you excited to be helpless?”

“Yes! Yes! Master, please! Oh!”

But suddenly the little vibrator is gone, too soon.

“No! Master! Please, please don’t…” Tabby realizes she’s begging, in front of a huge crowd of people.

“I think your audience knows what you want, Tabby. They know what you need to finish your perfect Valentine’s Day date. So pick a number, darling. Any number between one and eighty. Go on, Tabby, pick!”

What is this? Is it another puzzle, another game? Tabby’s so confused. She tries to concentrate, sticking her little tongue out the side of her mouth. But she needs the little vibrator back! He can’t leave her like this. The crowd is completely silent, waiting. This is something important.

“Pick a number, Tabby.”

It’s a command. “Oh, please, I need… Ah! Seventeen!” Tabby blurts out.

A man in the tenth row leaps to his feet and yells, “YES! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Another, Tabby. Pick another number, then another, and another. Pick three more numbers, my little slut! Pick them. Now!” As he commands his Valentine cum-slave, Newt slides his fingers back into Tabby's sopping pussy and finger-fucks her hard, with the vibrator on high.

“Ohhhh! Master! Yes!” Tabby cries out at the new stimulation. But she’s a good little submissive and her Master has commanded. “Oh. Sixty!” Another man in the audience jumps up and screams his delight.

“Two more, Tabby!” Next demands.

“Yes, Master! OH! Fo-fo-forty-one! And, oh god, oh…” She’s so close! Any second. It doesn’t matter that they’re all watching her. She needs to cum! “Please! Oh, twelve, and twenty!” She’s lost count of how many numbers she’s picked. And already, as three more men jump to their feet and exclaim their excitement, she has a terrible idea that she knows why she’s picking numbers. Suddenly her Master’s fingers and his wonderful vibrator are gone again. “No! Master, please, don’t stop!” A hundred people watch in awe as the gorgeous little girl begs for sexual stimulation.

Leaving Tabby obviously miserable with unmet need, Tadd smiles at the audience. "And there you have it, ladies and gentlemen," he says. "Our little slut has chosen – not four, but five numbers. She must be so excited to entertain you! Or maybe she just thinks it will take five to satisfy her!”

Tabby blanches at the laughter that ripples across the crowd at her expense, and now she’s sure she knows the fate that awaits her. Then, before he steps off the dais, Newt leans down and whispers into Tabby’s ear. “I’ve helped you get prepared, my darling, but now you're on your own. And I expect you to show your audience how much you enjoy the next part of your evening. You mustn't fake it, darling, I'll know, and I won't be happy."

In the next second Newt is gone off to the edge of the stage, out of the camera shot, and the first man, lucky number seventeen, joins Tabby on the dais. He’s so excited to be up there with his dream girl! He lovingly fondles her perfect little ass with trembling hands and Tabby steels herself for the inevitable.

Tabby, trapped in the evil stocks, is going to be raped in front of a hundred eager onlookers, over and over, all to make her a movie star and please her evil Valentine Master. Gosh, her sweet date is so clever! He must really like her.

Number seventeen is tall, and despite all of Tadd’s careful measurements, he has to bend his knees to bring his impressive cock to the exact height of the little girl’s wet, quivering lips. He grins at the audience. The dais begins to rotate again.

"Remember, number seventeen, you have three rotations and three rotations only," Newt announces.

The wonderful fear Tabby is feeling shows clearly up on the huge screen. She’s about to get raped by a complete stranger! Suddenly the screen splits into two shots. On the left is a closeup of the gorgeous child’s terrified face and on the right a closeup of her wonderful, glistening little pussy with the man’s fisted cock just nestling into the folds, just spreading her open. His hand releases the rigid shaft, but his cock remains in place, ready and visibly throbbing with excitement. On either side, his hands grip Tabby’s hips. A complete hush falls over the crowd, a hundred people hold their breath, sitting at the edge of their seats.

Number seventeen thrusts forward. The screen switches to an even larger closeup of Tabby’s face as her eyes go huge behind her glasses and she gasps out, “Aghhhh!” Every person in the room can read on that pretty face just how deep and hard the man has rammed his cock into the sweet little girl’s cunny.

The man starts fucking Tabby, hard and fast. He’s nearly too big for the little girl, but she can handle him, barely. He nearly lifts her into the air. The heels of her sexy boots come up off the ground, leaving her on her tiptoes. Her shoulders pound again and again into the padded bar of the bondage stocks. It’s an onslaught. But the man is so excited, overwhelmed with lust for his favorite little bondage model, his dream girl.

“That’s it, baby, fuck her hard!" a woman's voice cries out from the crowd. Tabby can't know it's the man's wife, or that she's one of Tabby's biggest fans. But the sound is enough to break the spell that’s descended on the crowd. Raucous laughter and applause break out again.

Tabby doesn’t imagine the man can possibly hold out for three rotations of her bondage-throne. And she’s right. They’re only halfway through the second rotation when his frantic thrusts get even faster, his grip even harder on her little hips. She can’t help grunting, loudly, with every thrust of his big cock. Her grunts are amplified out to the enthusiastic crowd. Men and women both egg number seventeen on and soon the crowd is chanting “fuck – her – fuck – her” faster and faster, in perfect time with his frenzied shoves.

But Tabby hasn’t done what she was commanded to do! The man’s fast, inexpert fucking isn’t enough to push her over the precipice. She has to cum or her Valentine Master will be angry. She can’t let him down; she can’t let Daddy down. And so Tabby looks out into the audience. She sees the people laughing and excited. She sees more than one couple, in their seats, with the woman on the man’s lap – they’re fucking! They’re so excited by the sight of Tabby, bound and helpless, being raped and humiliated that they couldn’t wait. They’re fucking right there in the audience. Is this what people do when they look at her magazines? She blushes and she knows they all see her blush and a shiver runs all through her. And just as lucky seventeen slams deep inside her and holds himself there, filling her preteen body with his hot, thick cum, Tabby peaks. A wonderful, terrifying, inescapable orgasm overwhelms her and she screams.

“Oh god, yes, yes, yes! Aghhhh!” The crowd goes wild.

The second man, number sixty, looks like he’s at least sixty. But he's trim and fit and he wastes no time replacing the first man, who staggers back from the dais. Tabby's pussy is empty for barely a second. And like the first man, he's too excited to take his time. The chanting of the crowd takes up again, “fuck-her-fuck-her!” Another woman cries out above the chanting. “That’s my Benny. Fuck her hard, Benny!”

The dais rotates, the fast, hard fucking goes on, Tabby’s orgasm continues. She pushed up onto her toes again. She grunts with every hard thrust. And inevitable she’s filled with more syrupy semen before the older man staggers back from the best fuck of his life.

Lucky number forty-one is up on the dais with Tabby in a flash, and she thinks he's going to be like the others – too excited to do anything but fuck her as fast as he can. But she's wrong. Her third rapist has other ideas. He's only rammed his moderate-sized cock deep into the warmth of her sopping pussy to get it fully lubricated. He strokes in and out of her several times then pulls out. The gigantic screen suddenly switches to a close-up of his glistening, veiny cock nestled into the gorgeous trough of flesh between Tabby's ass cheeks.

Oh god! Tabby tries to prepare herself. She knows it's coming, but still, it's a shock to have a man suddenly press the bulbous head of his cock to your tiny sphincter, to push and push, forcing it millimeter by millimeter deeper as you start to stretch. It seems impossible, but she knows it's not. "Oh god, oh god, oh god!" she screams for her wild-eyed audience. "Agghhh!”

It’s not like Tabby hasn’t had a man’s cock up her ass before, but never in front of a hundred hungry, enthusiastic strangers. Her grunts take on a different tone as the man slams in deep, all at once, then starts raping her tight ass as fast as he can. To his credit, he curls his arm around her small waist and plunges two fingers deep into her quivering pussy.

“Oh, harder, harder, please!” Tabby cries out to the delight of her audience. They can all see that she has no control over the orgasm that’s wracking her body and mind.

Somehow, the man raping Tabby’s ass has amazing lasting powers. The dais turns around, showing the cameras and the audience every side of Tabby’s orgasmic ordeal, then again, and they’re nearing the end of the third turn before number forty-one slams in deep and fills Tabby bowels with warm, thick cum as she cries out in ecstasy.

Lucky number twelve is up on the dais with Tabby before number forty-one has finished pulling his wilting dick from Tabby’s ass. He's a handsome, youthful black man and his cock is out and ready, ten inches of rock-hard flesh. But he doesn’t immediately ram into the captive little girl’s cunny or ass. Instead, he races around to the other side of her. He’s been stroking his cock as he waited, getting himself ready to make the most of his moment in the light with the gorgeous little white bondage model. He’s dreamed again and again of a moment like this and he isn’t going to waste it.

There are gasps all around the audience as the youth braces himself in front of Tabby, grabs her hair, and lifts her face up, forcing her eye to eye with his big black manhood. He strokes and strokes again, and a torrent of thick, milky cum erupts from the tip. It's a huge quantity of cum and it ices Tabby's surprised face. Two, three, four massive squirts of cum land all over her pretty face. She can barely see out of her big glasses for all the thick goo. The man squeezes the final drops of his first cum out onto Tabby's lips and then he races back around behind her.

For it’s become obvious that hunky number twelve thinks he can have Tabby twice! Tabby gasps, spewing cum, when the man’s thick, long cock pushes up into her pussy, filling far fuller than any of the other men. He can’t get his full length into the little girl, but he doesn’t seem to care. He’s more intent on quickly building himself up toward a second, massive orgasm. And little Tabby gets to go along for the ride.

But two gushing orgasms in less than ten minutes is a tall order, even for a specimen like number twelve. He rapes Tabby’s cunny as fast and furious as he can, but the dais turns, and turns, and turns again. Not even the chants of the crowd are enough to get him over that final hump. Not even the incredible view of Tabby’s ecstatic and overwrought young face up on the silver screen.

“What do you think, folks?” Newt steps in. “Shall we give number twelve an extra rotation?”

The crowd screams their enthusiasm. Their rapid chant shifts to "cum-cum-cum-cum-cum!" The dais rotates. Tabby's gorgeous, preteen face comes around to face the crowd. She's grunting and groaning with inescapable orgasmic pleasure as the black man fucks her fast and hard. And then, just in time, she screams as he rams deep inside her and holds her tight. "YESSSSS!" the crowd erupts. They've seen first-hand the huge quantity of cum that must be flooding little Tabby’s cunny. Number twelve releases Tabby’s narrow hips and throws his fists into the air in triumph.

Poor Tabby, still reeling from a never-ending orgasm and four hard, pounding fucks, looks like she’s ready to pass out. Cum still drips slowly from her pretty face. But Newt once again steps forward and raises his hand to hush the crowd for a moment. “Ladies and Gentleman,” he begins. “Our world premier movie originally called for our little Tabby to enjoy the company of men of her choice. But as you’ll recall, the little vixen picked a fifth man out of the crowd. But I ask you, kind friends, has our little girl had enough? Is she sated? Can she handle yet another tryst this fine evening? I leave it up to you – what do you say?"

The hush holds, for several seconds, until a woman in the third row stands up and begins to clap, slowly and rhythmically, clap, clap, clap… And then another woman stands and joins her, then a man, five more, in seconds the entire crowd is on their feet taking up the clap, clap, clap…. It gets faster, clap, clap, clap, and then the chant begins, soft at first and growing to a crescendo, in perfect time with the echoing claps: “Fuck her, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her!”

Newt grins broadly and steps aside as Mr. Twenty takes the dais with everyone’s favorite bondage model. But to everyone’s surprise, Mr. Twenty hasn’t just walked out with his pants gone and his cock ready for action, like all the other men. Mr. Twenty’s pants are gone, and his cock is ready for action, but Mr. Twenty has a satchel slung over his shoulder. He looks out at the crowd, smiles, pulls the satchel off of his shoulder, and sets it down on the ground behind Tabby. Then he reaches inside it with both hands and begins to rummage around.

A new hush falls over the crowd. They’re rapt. What new devilment is afoot? Nearly every person in the audience gasps as Mr. Twenty stands up and pulls a long furry white and red striped tail out of the satchel – a tail with a wicked-looking red ass plug that glistens in the harsh movie lights, already greased up and just as ready for action as the man’s sizeable erection.

The crowd roars their approval. Mr. Twenty uses the furry tail to tickle the bare places on Tabby’s back, her chest, even her arms. She strains against her bondage, twisting and thrashing at the terrifying, unexpected sensations. Tickling is torture when you're bound! But it doesn't last long. The man is too excited. His cock is rock hard and he can't keep it at bay. Suddenly the cameras zoom in and the entire screen is filled with Tabby's hot little ass and her sopping, glistening pussy, swollen from three hard fucks. Then the big ass plug comes into frame as the cameras follow the rotation of Mr. Twenty and his little victim. It must be at least three inches wide at its widest point, and it's at least six inches long. Up on the screen, it looks impossibly big, but Mr. Twenty doesn't hesitate to bring the rounded point of the huge red plug snug against Tabby's tiny sphincter.

It’s then, just as the plug pushes against her, that the dais rotates around enough for Tabby to see the huge screen and understand why the crowd is so wild. “No! No! Please! That’s too big! PLEASE!” she screams at the sight of the plug up on the screen. In her young, overwhelmed mind, can only see the ass plug as the giant thing on the screen. She can’t possibly fathom its true length and girth – she can’t know that she’s had plugs in her ass that were just as big before. “Nooooooo!!” she screams as Mr. Twenty proceeds despite her begging.

His hands tremble with excitement as he pushes the well-lubricated plug harder and harder against Tabby’s trapped little bung. Her screams only drive him on. An inch, two inches, three, disappear as her ass stretches wider and wider. Her back arches, desperately trying to get away from the terrifying intruder, but he’s unrelenting. Four inches, five, it’s almost to the widest…. there! The whole plug pops into the screaming little girl’s ass and her sphincter close back down, tight, on the inch-wide base that connects to the beautiful, striped, furry tail.

Mr. Twenty is beside himself with realized lust. How many times had looked at Tabby's magazines, imagined he had her bound and helpless, imagined himself ramming a huge plug into her tiny ass? This is surely the highlight of his whole life. He can't waste a second of it. He pulls up on the tail, lifting Tabby's butt up higher, forcing her up onto her tiptoes again, and then he rams his somewhat unimpressive cock to the hilt in the little girl's cunt.

He’s used up a rotation and a half just getting the evil plug into Tabby’s ass. Mr. Twenty doesn’t intend to waste another second of his limited time with his captive. But the man hasn’t understood how incredibly tight her pussy will be when she has the huge plug up her butt. It’s amazing, incredible, unbelievable. It’s also his undoing. Four fast, hard, glorious thrusts into Tabby’s pussy are all the poor man gets before he spews his cum inside her.

The crowd doesn’t really care about Mr. Twenty and his premature spewing. The crowd only has eyes for Tabby, who passed out as Mr. Twenty finally forced the ass plug into her small body. As the man staggers back, boos and catcalls follow him off the stage. Tabby hangs limp in her stocks.

“Now, now, not to worry!” Newt calls out to the crowd as he steps forward and hushes the crowd. “I’m sure our little plaything is just fine – just a bit overwhelmed. Don’t forget, she’s only nine. Give me a moment to help her revive.”

Newt steps to Tabby's side and waves a bit of smelling salts under her nose. She comes to with a start, but the first thing she sees is her date's smiling, handsome face. He looks so happy with her! Then she remembers where she is, in bondage, in front of a huge crowd of strangers. And the second the huge crowd sees that the little girl revived, that she's fine, they leap to their feet and give her a thunderous standing ovation.

As the applause goes on and on, the movie screen freezes on a closeup of Tabby’s pretty face, with her open mouth filled with cum that’s dribbled onto her chin. The credits start to roll up the screen and the lights come back up in the theater.

But no one releases the poor child! Instead, Newt once again calls for quiet. "I want to thank all of you for coming tonight and helping us make Tabby's big-screen movie premiere a huge success. To show her appreciation for all you've done, we have refreshments in the lobby." As Newt talks he picks up Tabby's long furry tail. With the way her ass is forced upwards by her bondage, the base of the tail juts upwards before it falls limp between her legs. But Newt drapes the tail up over her back, all the way to the stocks, leaving Tabby’s cum-drooling little pussy on display for all to see. “And better yet,” he concludes, “Tabby will be staying up here on stage for another forty-five minutes. Grab something to eat or drink, and then feel free to come up on stage to take a selfie or two with your favorite bondage model. Who knows, you may never get another chance.”

Tabby can’t believe it! Her Valentine Master is so cruel and heartless. She’s already been trapped in the terrible bondage device for well over an hour. And now she has to endure another forty-five minutes, with people gawking and laughing and taking pictures as all that cum slowly drips from her pussy.

He’s a genius. Daddy’s the only other person who could come up with a game this good.

Back in the big fancy car, with her arms once again handcuffed behind her, Tabby is very glad she doesn’t have to hold cum in her mouth for the last part of her date – the ride home. She only wishes Newt had helped her take out the big ass plug. It’s so big inside her and it’s hard to sit on, and the damn tail keeps tickling her no matter what she does!

Newt has a solution to the sitting problem. He pulls the little girl into his lap, straddling him, eye to eye. She gasps. Has she done something wrong? But no, he’s smiling. He pulls her closer. He kisses her. It’s the only kiss she’s had for her whole date. It’s wonderful. She kisses him back, eagerly.

When he breaks off the long, deep kiss, he holds her tight against his chest and whispers into her ear. “You were perfect. You are perfect. There’s no one else like you, Tabby.” He pauses, running his fingers up her bare back under her sequined vest. It’s the most intimate touch of the evening. “You have no idea how happy you make me,” he whispers. He cups her ass, pulls her higher. Then he kisses her again and she melts into the kiss and never wants it to stop. But the kiss does stop, when Newt pulls back to lock eyes with the precious child. “I love you, Tabby. I will always be yours.”

Tabby’s eyes flare. She can barely breathe.

And then Tabby realizes that there’s one very strange thing about her date with Newton Cristen, her Valentine Master, one thing that’s missing. And that one missing thing is about to be taken care of.

Newt lifts the child higher in his lap, letting him get a good hold on his large, throbbing cock. He never takes his eyes off of hers as he slots the head into her pussy. She’s still wet, or is she wet again? It doesn’t matter. Slowly, carefully, he lowers onto his manhood. He’s in awe of the little gasps she gives as she slides further and further down, taking more of him into her pussy. It takes a long time, for she is indeed incredibly tight with the plug up her ass. But Newt’s not in a hurry. They have a nice, long drive. He wants this to last a long, long time.

Eventually, he’s embedded in the child’s warm, tight embrace. It’s time to fuck her – but he’s going to fuck her like a lover, not a madman up on a stage in front of a roiling crowd. It’s slow. It goes on and on. He pulls her tale up over her shoulder and tickles her chest with the tip of it. She bursts into giggles and tries to bat the tale away, but her hands are still cuffed behind her so she pokes her tongue out at him and he falls in love with her again. Soon, she's shivering with her last, long, wonderful orgasm of the evening and that's just one more reason to adore her. And finally, the way it feels to come inside her is a thousand times better than he'd ever imagined.

Newt leads Tabby by her leash up to the porch of her front door. The curtains twitch to let them know that Daddy is watching. Newt had better be the perfect gentleman. But nothing could stop him from leaning down to kiss his little date one last time. “I had a wonderful date, Tabby. I hope you did too,” he whispers.

“I did, Valentine Master. It was wonderful,” the little girl whispers back.

The door opens. Daddy scowls. Newt hands over the leash and Daddy leads Tabby back into the house, trailing her furry tail across the floor.

Closing the door on her date, Daddy asks, “Well, did you have a good time, princess?”

"Oh, Daddy!" Tabby responds, "It was so romantic! I loved it."

“Hmm. I’m glad,” Tadd says. Then he starts to lead his little daughter down the hall toward his bedroom. “But don’t get any ideas. And, ah, try not to drip cum on the carpet. It’s a bitch to clean up.” Then the two disappear into Daddy’s bedroom to finish off Tabby’s Valentine’s Day.

Happy Valentine's Day!

Please let me know what you thought of this sequel! I've been thinking about writing even more about the further adventures of Tabby and Tadd. What do you think? You can email me here: ediestud69@protonmail.com or you can use the comment form below, which allows you to remain anonymous (if you prefer). I generally respond to comments if you give me an email address.

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