The Little Girl and the Bondage Magazines - Part Seven

- by Alvo Torelli, March, 2018

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New Year's Eve, morning

On December 28, Tabby overheard her mommy and stepfather planning, once again, to take the family to visit some of his relatives, this time for four days over New Year's. When she heard this, Tabby put her little foot down and refused to go. She screamed, she cried, she was, to say the least, exceedingly obnoxious, especially to her mother. The row they had was epic. Tabby was sent to her room without dinner. She didn't care, because she could hear mommy talking to daddy on the phone and asking him to take Tabby for the long weekend. "Oh my god, she's been such a little pill!" mommy said. "I realize it's inconvenient for you, Tadd, but please... Fine, fine, you keep her an extra day if you have to take her with you." Tabby frowned at the idea that it was 'inconvenient' for daddy to take care of her, but then she smiled, realizing that daddy was just playing mommy. She was going to daddy's house for five days! Oh gosh, she had so much to do.

The family dropped Tabby off on New Year's Eve around nine in the morning. They were already running late and mommy really didn't want to talk to daddy, so off they went, leaving the little girl on the front doorstep. Tabby didn't mind. She didn't want to share daddy anyway. But she took a moment to prepare herself before she walked through the door. What was she going to find? Would daddy still want to play the games? Would the games be too scary? What would daddy make of the pictures she left him? Tabby felt the anticipation of the unknown speed up her pulse and give her a tingle of excitement. Her little pussy was already getting wet. She pushed her glasses back up onto her small nose and took a deep breath. Her cute little tongue was sticking out the side of her mouth before she ever pushed open the door.

But, where was daddy? There was no sign of him. Tabby wandered the living room and kitchen, then dropped her small overnight bag in her bedroom. She had a thought - and with trepidation she went to check daddy's bedroom. Her eyes went wide behind her glasses.

The headboard of daddy's big bed was made of iron bars and rails. Hanging down from the top rail of the headboard were two pairs of regular sized handcuffs, each cuffed to the rail by one cuff. They hung down about four feet apart. In the middle of the bed, carefully arranged on a pillow, was one of the pairs of Tabby's child-sized handcuffs, her collar, and a white small box wrapped with red ribbon.

On a tripod at the foot of daddy's bed, a fancy new video camera pointed towards the bed.

For several moments, Tabby froze with panic, breathing fast. Eventually she got ahold of herself and worked up the courage to move. She walked to the video camera, looked it over carefully, then turned it on. Her heart skipped a beat when the little record light came on. Then she climbed onto daddy's huge bed and crawled over to the pillow where her new present was waiting for her. She reached out to the box with trembling fingers and pulled the ends of the bow. She lifted the lid and removed a layer of tissue paper to reveal a black, leather blindfold. Tabby stared at the blindfold, then looked at the collar and each of the three sets of handcuffs in turn.

It was a test, a puzzle! Daddy was giving her a chance to prove herself! Yes! Tabby loved puzzles. But..., but what was she supposed to do?

Tabby turned on the bed to face the frightening video camera, then slowly began to strip off the tights and sweater she was wearing. She pulled off her cotton top, taking her time and looking into the camera with her big hazel eyes as each garment was discarded. Removing her pink socks brought her to the moment of truth and she blushed, deeply, but after a moment of hesitation Tabby stripped off her pink, cotton panties. Tabby was naked in front of daddy's camera and she shivered at the thought of what might happen, some day, to the images that were being captured.

Tabby wondered where daddy was hiding - but she felt in her heart he must be watching her. She felt the thrill of the game and she could only hope she was doing it right - so that daddy would be happy with her. What would he do to her if she was doing it wrong?! Trembling fingers put the collar around her pretty throat, but she only fumbled with the little padlock for a moment before locking the collar around her neck. The shiver of fear that flooded her body as she heard the lock click was delightful! It was amazing to Tabby how she suddenly felt more vulnerable and more subservient just by putting the collar on, even though she was still completely alone. Tabby wondered if her collar, and the way it made her feel, made her look more attractive to daddy. What about other men? Oh! Her pulse raced again and for a moment she wanted to claw at the little padlock and see if she could get the collar off.

Once she calmed down, Tabby took the time to model herself to the camera, stretching her neck to accentuate her slave collar. She realized she'd only just begun to think of it as a slave collar. The word 'slave' circled around her young mind and sent delicious shivers up her spine. She thought once again of all those pretty models in daddy's magazines. Could she ever be that pretty? Did they like being slaves? Were they slaves or were they just pretending? Was she just pretending - or...?

Being left alone with your imagination can be terrifying.

Tabby carefully set aside her glasses. Picking up the blindfold, she put it on. She was instantly and completely blind! The inside of the blindfold had a padded, fluffy surface that molded to her face all around her eyes and kept out every hint of light. But she needed to see! So she slid the blindfold up onto her forehead. Without her glasses things were a little blurry, but the panic subsided quickly.

It was time for Tabby to solve her puzzle! The hard part was figuring out what to do with the dangling big handcuffs. Obviously they were there for her ankles, since they were too big for her skinny wrists and hands. If she faced the headboard and spread her legs wide she'd be able to get an ankle into each dangling cuff, but she knew that wasn't what daddy wanted and she wanted to get the game right. She could lay on her tummy, perhaps, and do the same thing? But that would be silly. Tabby stared, worried, and then, suddenly it came to her and her eyes betrayed the fear that flashed through her young body. But she knew she had to do what daddy wanted - no matter what. That was the game, wasn't it?

Tabby moved the big pillow to the headboard, exactly between the two dangling larger handcuffs. She put the smaller, child-sized handcuff on her right wrist - click, click, click - and let it dangle there for the moment. Oh god! Could she really do this? She would be so vulnerable - so open - so exposed! But she had to! Tabby turned her back to the headboard and lay back, resting her back against the big pillow.

It wasn't too hard to lift her left leg back, up, over her shoulder, to bring her left ankle to the handcuff that dangled above the bed. Getting the cuff around her ankle was a bit harder, but with a click, click, click, it was locked to her ankle. Her ankle stretched the handcuff out from the headboard, but her leg was restrained up over her body quite severely!

Getting the second dangling cuff onto her right ankle was much harder. Flashbacks of how severely her legs were spread by the silver bar on Christmas Day, when daddy first put his big cock inside her, swam through Tabby's frightened mind as she struggled awkwardly to get her ankle to the cuff and reach it with her hands. But she kept at it, determined not to disappoint daddy. Her back curled and strained. She had to lift her right leg back, up, over her shoulder, and at the same time spread hers legs impossibly far. But finally, click, click, click, her right ankle was trapped in the cuff and another delightful rush of terror swept over her little body.

It was quite the awkward position with her legs spread wide and pulled back, bending Tabby in half. But she knew she wasn't done - she wasn't completely helpless. She let her back slide down the pillow just a bit, pulling her ankles tighter against the cuffs that held them back, spread wide above her head. Oh god! Could she do this? It was so scary. Tabby pulled the blindfold down over her eyes and plunged herself into complete darkness. She got a good hold of the loose handcuff in her hand and reached both of her thin arms up over her head to the bars of the headboard.

This was the moment of truth, the moment of total submission. Tabby's hands were shaking so hard, but she had to do it. She was so scared! She felt daddy must be watching, somewhere. She had to show him! Even if she wasn't as pretty as the models in his magazines, with their big breasts and curvy bodies - she could still do this. Oh god, oh god! Tabby slid her hands through the bars of the headboard, on opposite sides of the center bar. There was just barely enough room between the bars and wall, but her hands were very small. She fumbled, then fumbled again, but then she felt the cold, glinting steel closing around her left wrist. Click. Oh god! Click. No! Click.

Panic swept over Tabby. She couldn't stop it. She yanked at the handcuffs, and her hands came out from behind the headboard, but her arms were still trapped behind her head, cuffed to the headboard. She wanted to see! But no amount of contortion or struggle would help her get the blindfold off. She wanted to scream - she did scream - but she caught herself and choked her scream down into a frightened sob. Already her back ached from the terrible, vulnerable position. Tabby knew what she must look like - with her sex open for any to see - an invitation. She was so helpless! She couldn't stem her rising panic.

Tabby felt the bed move as someone joined her and she instantly stilled, straining to hear. It must be daddy! Oh god, what if it wasn't daddy? No, no, please, what a terrible idea! Being blind is bad! NO! "Daddy? Is it you?" Tabby whispered in a scared bunny voice.

Of course it's daddy! Tabby told herself as she felt the bed jostle again. She could sense him looming over her. She flinched and let out a squeak of terror when his hand touched the side of her face. But she settled down quickly when he stroked her cheek, then pushed her long coppery hair behind her left ear, before trailing his fingers along her jaw and under her chin. He was so gentle and sweet. He pushed the hair on the other side back and Tabby gasped when he lightly bit the lobe of her ear. Without sight, every touch and caress was so much greater. "Oh! Ohhhhh," Tabby moaned as he slid his tongue along the back of her ear, nuzzling into her thick hair. Oh gosh, it was so nice!

Without warning he slid a finger into Tabby's wet cunny, sliding it all the way inside her. The unexpected molestation sent waves of pleasurable desire through Tabby's young body and her pussy clamped down on the finger with force. He fucked her with the finger madly for several seconds before he withdrew. "Daddy! Please!" Tabby wailed with frustration. He wasn't touching her at all. Where was he? "Please..." she whispered, desperate for his touch.

His tongue raked across her left nipple and Tabby cried out. She blushed. She was ashamed that she couldn't control herself - that she was such a terrible slut - that she wanted him to touch her again so much. His finger suddenly fucked her tight pussy again, half a dozen energetic, quick strokes through her growing wetness. Then nothing. No fingers, no tongue, no lips, no sound. Tabby was quivering and her breathing was shallow. Her legs and back ached from her bondage. "Daddy..." she begged, weakly.

Again the tongue across a nipple and Tabby jerked about like a puppet on a string - or rather a puppet on a chain. He nibbled her ear again. He loomed above her and his body was close. He ran the head of his cock along the side of her nose and gently over her lips, one after the other. In her desperation Tabby darted her head forward, frustrated by the small amount of motion her bondage would allow her, and tried to trap him in her little mouth, to swallow his big cock. But he was too quick for her. He was gone. She was alone!

"Nooooo!" Tabby was going crazy. Why wouldn't he just touch her, use her, make her his little slave, his slut, his lover? "Pleeeeease!"

His tongue traced the edge of her jaw and Tabby nearly jumped out of her skin. He was gone. He licked the inside of one thigh, from her knee all the way down to her cunny, as gentle, wonderful fingers stroked the other thigh in tandem. His finger fucked her desperate pussy again and Tabby did everything she could, with every iota of her strength, to hold him there, trap his digit inside her. But he was gone, again! "Ahhhh! OH! OH!" Her immature nipples flared with ecstatic pain when he pinched both of them, simultaneously, and hard. "Pleeeaase!" she begged again, but he was gone.

But he wasn't gone. He was there, atop her. His cock was in her mouth and she sucked at it, desperate to hold it, keep it with her. Her tongue explored it, teased it, made love to....

Panic worse than anything she'd ever experienced overwhelmed Tabby's mind. Her body bucked and strained in a massive wave of fight or flight. Adrenaline flooded her system, but the strength it brought was no match for the terrible bondage she'd imposed on herself. Tabby was completely helpless.

The cock that nestled into Tabby's little mouth was too thin, it was too bumpy, it didn't taste right. The man wasn't daddy!

In her panic Tabby tore her head to one side, desperate to dislodge the man's cock from her mouth. Where was daddy? Why was he letting this happen? But the man just touched her lips with the big head again. She flipped her head the other way and the cock dragged across the smooth skin of her face, then it was at her lips again, insistently pressing at her. The man was teasing her! He was making sure she understood how vulnerable she was - how easily he could dominate her. No matter what she did, he could stroke his cock across her pretty face, make her feel how hard and ready it was, make her smell the heady lust he had for her bound little body.

"Who, who... please," Tabby moaned weakly. No answer came, just the insistent probing of the big cock.

Tabby's young mind tried to fight through the terror. Without warning her left nipple screamed with pain. The man pinched it, hard. Tabby screamed, but her scream was cut off by the man's cock - and the pain in her nipple went away. Tabby whipped her head to the side again to dislodge the cock that so terrified her. But why did it terrify her? Surely the man was just part of the game. Surely daddy knew he was there? But no, no! It terrified the poor child that she didn't know who he was, that she couldn't see him, that she didn't know what he might do to her! Like torturing her little nipple, which he did again. "Ahhhh..." Tabby screamed and her scream was squelched by the man's big cock filling her mouth. And the pain went away.

She knew she shouldn't do it, she knew the man was dominating her, training her, but Tabby couldn't stop herself from twisting away from the man's frightening dick. The pain came back at once. She tried not to scream, but she could only hold out for a few seconds. Tabby faced the man straight on and opened her mouth, with her little tongue covering her lower lip, ready for him to use. Defeated, Tabby ran her tongue around the head of the cock that was presented to her. She shivered to think what else the man could make her do, knowing how easily he'd broken her to his will.

The man pressed his cock deep into Tabby's mouth, in and out several times, but then he withdrew. He seemed tense, and excited, even though she could see nothing at all. His body shifted and Tabby realized he was pressing his scrotum against her mouth. Submissive and fearful of another painful nipple pinch, Tabby didn't even hesitate - she push her tongue out as far as she could and scraped it hard against his ball sac. To be cowed enough to do something so intimate with a completely unknown man overwhelmed Tabby's brain, a new level of submissiveness that swamped her emotions. She realized that her cunny was spasming and flooding with need.

As the man moved, Tabby's little tongue sluiced over his balls, up the full length of his long cock and over the tip. Then he did it again. She could tell how much he loved it by the way his excitement grew. He never spoke, or moaned, but his breathing got faster. Tabby was straining to hear, trying to make up for her sight. Again and again her tongue explored every inch of the man's sex. Without sight, the man's sex was the only thing in Tabby's world. It was starting to drive Tabby as crazy as it seemed to drive the man. Then he shifted again so that the tip of his cock was at her lips, gently pushing them apart. She could hear him excitedly stroking the wet pole of flesh with his hand. Tabby understood what she was supposed to do and the submissiveness that had overtaken her made her do it. Her tongue pushed out and flicked at the tip of the cock, up and down, then side to side, over and over, as fast as she could go. She worshipped the strange man's big cock.

The man finally made a sound, a soft, low growl. It meant nothing to Tabby - not a sound she could identify. But her mind was preoccupied anyway, preoccupied with the flood of warm, thick cum that filled her mouth. The taste and the texture deluged her thoughts. Thick, hot and saltier than daddy's cum, the taste of the semen was intense. It was earthy and slimy. It coated her tongue and the roof of her mouth. She'd be tasting it again and again, for hours, a constant reminder of how the man had forced her to his will and taken advantage of her terrible bondage - bondage she'd performed on herself. A constant reminder of what a little slut she'd become.

Tabby was nearly creaming. Untouched, her pussy was tingling wildly, so close to climax.

The man was gone! But Tabby opened her small mouth and let the cum pool on her tongue, filling her mouth. Then she slowly, carefully, swallowed every drop, submitting to the demand that the man hadn't even had to speak.

Tabby was alone for some time, alone with her feverish mind and her bondage. She knew that being left alone was part of the game and part of her training. Her little cunny continued to drive her crazy, like a needy little child who won't stop whining about how much she wants a cookie. Her cunny wanted to be touched, caressed, teased, fingered. Her cunny was wet and ready. Her cunny wanted to be fucked! Her cunny wanted daddy. "Daddy! Daddeeee? Please!" she wailed.

The man came back! Tabby wasn't sure at first - was it him, or daddy, or someone else entirely? But then she realized she could smell him, the man. He smelled like the cum she could still taste. She could smell the excitement that he still carried. His excitement frightened her. Who knew what he might want to do to her. Where was her daddy?! Had this awful man done something to daddy? Was daddy hurt? Oh god. Her mind reeled with unbidden, terrible possibilities.

The man attacked Tabby's little pussy with his tongue. He plunged into her, raked across her clit and ground into her with his chin, his lips, his nose, even his teeth. Tabby wrenched at all of her bondage to violently arch her back. She screamed, somewhere between terror and pleasure. It was hardly more than half a minute before she trembled ferociously in orgasmic bliss. But it wasn't right. Where was daddy? The man drove her insane for another minute, then another, then suddenly he was gone.

Tabby's cunny wanted her to scream, to protest her frustration. But Tabby wanted the awful man to go away. She wanted her daddy, her safe, loving daddy!

A second later the unknown man's body settled onto hers, pressing her down. He was big, bigger than daddy. The head of his cock swirled in the wet entrance to her pussy, spreading her tiny lips wider. Around and around, pressing her from side to side, teasing her. Put it in! Put it in! Tabby's traitorous cunny wanted to yell. But Tabby was afraid. She wanted to scream for daddy. She wanted the man to go away, but her pussy wanted him!

The man withdrew. Her cunny spasmed with need. Instantly, Tabby's brain was flooded by the increased desire. She tried to think. She was so confused. It was wrong to want the man to fuck her, to rape her. Who was he? What had he done to daddy?

He teased her little cunt, again, with his hard and throbbing tool. Just one thrust and he would be deep inside her, satisfying her whiny, childish, tight little slit. Tabby could perfectly imagine the release she would feel if he would just take her, use her, fill her. Why did he just... He was gone again. Tabby nearly screamed and she couldn't stop a moan of despair from escaping her lips.

She tried to think. What did he want? Why didn't he just get it over with? He'd proved he could dominate her and force her to his will. Why didn't he just tell her what he wanted instead of tormenting her? Why did her tiny cunny, such a small part of her young body, have so much sway over her thoughts?

The man teased Tabby's delicate labia again, then her nearly hidden, but swollen and excited clit. He tortured her to the very edge of climax, then withdrew and sent her into a spiral of lust and confusion. She ached in every molecule. Her need could not be denied.

Tabby begged. Her final, ultimate act of submission to the unknown, evil, infuriating man came from her lips. She begged. "Oh god, please! Please! Fuck me!" But nothing happened, no stabbing, stretching pain from a big, angry cock plunging into her pussy. Nothing. She wasn't doing it right. He wanted. "Please!" she tried again and her little girl voice cracked from the desperate strain, "please, Master! Rape me!"

The stranger's frightful cock swirled through her nether lips once again, the plunged into her depths. He raped the submissive nine-year-old almost violently, barely holding back from hurting her, deep inside. She was small, delicate and so very young. He was big, rough and so very filled with excited lust for her little body, lust fueled by the way she had submitted to his every, unspoken demand.

Tabby's mind and body were swept away by the orgasm that flooded her small frame, shooting out from her happy cunny. But a little piece of her brain swirled around the knowledge that a complete stranger, a man she couldn't see, who could be old, young, ugly, pretty - anything - had broken her, enslaved her mind, just like daddy. What did it say about the pretty, copper-haired third grader that she could so easily be forced to submit, completely, to the desires of a man, any man?

The unknown man fucked his small, young conquest fast and hard and for a long, long time. She was so tight! But he'd already cum in her gorgeous body once, so he could last, despite the amazing pleasure of her rippling, tight pussy. He loved the way she moaned and betrayed the orgasm that wracked her body. He loved knowing that his dominance over her extended to forcing such a long, overwhelming cum. She was so pretty, so sexy - so young.

Tabby could tell the man was close to his own climax. She knew what that meant now, that he would leave his hot, thick seed inside her. She hated herself for being excited for it, rebelling in the humiliation of his ultimate use of her submission - polluting her body with his semen. But the man had other ideas. Suddenly he withdrew, leaving Tabby's pussy gaping and clutching for him. Tabby began to scream, "Wha..." but it was cut off. He'd slithered upwards, so fast, and his cock invaded her little mouth. For the second time the man committed the ultimate violation of a little girl - he filled her mouth with his earthy, cloying seed, less this time, but more than enough to make the startled child splutter and gag.

And then Tabby felt the huge, familiar ball gag being forced into her mouth. She was too startled and overwrought to resist it. A second later she heard the dreadful click of the little padlock that would hold the big gag, filling her mouth, no matter what she did. The ball pressed into the cloying cum, forcing it to the back of her throat. She choked with panic and her pretty hazel eyes went wild behind her blindfold. Cum went up her nose and swamped her sense of smell. It took several moments to force herself to be calm, to breathe less and less raggedly through her searing nose. The familiar ache from the gag settled into her jaw and the terror she felt at the hands of the unknown man returned with force. The taste of his seed, coating every surface of her mouth, tormented her. And only then did Tabby realize: her unknown, unseen rapist was gone.

Tabby trembled miserably as her mind refused to calm down. She was alone again and she had no idea what had happened to her daddy. Someone, some man, had dominated her and used her and defiled her. And worse - she'd loved every minute of it! She was such a little slut.

A noise pulled Tabby from her swirling thoughts. Was the man coming back to do something else to her? What would he do? Fear flooded her body again. But it wasn't the man. It was daddy.

"Oh god, Tabby, you look so, so... god!" Daddy said, letting Tabby know that he was the one disturbing the bed, looming above her. "And you even went and got the gag. Did you do that for me, baby? Jesus, you're so hot, baby. You put all the other models to shame. You're the best."

Daddy, daddy! There was a man! A strange man! He raped me! He got the gag! Tabby desperately wanted to scream all of this to her daddy, but she could only make grunting, incoherent noises around her terrible gag. But surely daddy would be able to tell something was wrong. Surely he'd take her gag out to find out why she was so overwrought, why she trembled so hard.

"Oh jesus, baby, yes, I'm excited too. I love the way you're all bound up. You did such a great job. You're so smart and so pretty," daddy said.

Noooooo! Tabby wanted to scream. Please daddy! Please, let me tell you. There was a man! A bad man! He made me... oh god, daddy, please. Why wouldn't daddy understand how upset she was, how much she needed to tell him. And why did Tabby suddenly feel a terrible stab of guilt? Had she let the other man fuck her, just because she wanted it so much? Had she encouraged him? She was so confused and distraught. It was terrible. Oh god, daddy, I need to tell you, before you do that, before we... Oh! Oh!

Daddy's lips caressed the edge of Tabby's jaw, just where the other man had teased her. His fingers found her wet pussy and teased her, terribly. "Baby, oh god, you're so wet. You must want me so bad. I want you too, baby, I do." Daddy whispered into Tabby's ear and then he nibbled it, just like the unknown man. Tabby's brain whirled at the similarities. Her need to tell daddy about the other man, about what he'd done to her, to warn him, to confess to him - it was overwhelming, but all she could do was moan frantically into her gag. "Yes, yes, baby, I know," daddy responded, not understanding. "I understand, you need me, you need me deep inside you - you hot little slut!"

"Mmmmmmmmm!" Tabby screamed in frustration.

"But I know what you want, baby. You showed me what you want. You chose the pictures. I'll give you everything you want - that's part of the game.

Daddy was on top of Tabby and his cock was nestled into her exposed, vulnerable cunny. He ground his length through her tight slit, getting it wetter and wetter. "That's it baby, oh god. I want you. I love the way you shiver. Jesus! Are you ready, Tabby?

No daddy! No. There was another man! I have to tell you. Please daddy, please, listen to me. Tabby screamed in her head, but she knew it was no use. Daddy couldn't hear her, and daddy was so hard and ready and he was trembling. He was ready to use her little pussy! Oh god, she wanted him to use her little pussy, to fuck her, like the man fucked her.

All thoughts of the other man flew from Tabby's brain when she felt what daddy was about to do to her. "Mmmmmmmmm!" she screamed, but what she meant was No, no, daddy, I don't think I really meant that. It's too scary. Please, not after what I've already... Oh! Oh! Aaagghh!

The head of daddy's large penis pushed harder and harder and then, finally, despite every ounce of strength Tabby used to fight it, it popped into her incredibly small ass.

"Jesus, fuck, you're so tight, baby," daddy prattled, with two inches of his throbbing, thick cock buried in his little girl's butt. Daddy had taken her virginity on Christmas and now, on New Year's Eve, he was here to take her anal virginity as well. Her position was perfect, with her legs bound back, exposing her ass and pussy like she was begging to be used. In her panic she jerked at the handcuffs holding her wrists up above her head. He only wished he could see the terror in her eyes - but he loved the fact that she was blind, experiencing her first anal rape without the distraction of her sight. Daddy pushed further into her and listened to her muffled screams.

The feeling of something so big and hard up in her anus was tormenting and overwhelming. Tabby quickly learned that is was also incredibly stimulating. Her bottom clenched around daddy's big tool. She tried to spread her legs and press into him, to take more of him inside her. Suddenly she wanted him as deep inside her as she could get. Tabby couldn't see the wry smile on daddy's face as his little nine-year-old slut tried to fuck herself on his throbbing cock.

Lubricated with Tabby's own cunt juices, daddy's cock was ready and eager. Daddy thrust deeper, then deeper, nearly embedding his entire, long cock inside her before he could go no further. Her ass could take more than her tiny cunny. It was an amazing sight - so much big cock meat stuffed inside such a little girl. Daddy loved it. Tabby loved the feel of it. Her fear was melting away as daddy started to fuck her ass with real energy, in and out, faster and faster, stroking along her rippling insides. It was heaven for both of them.

"Oh jesus, oh jesus, baby, you have no idea," daddy moaned as he ass-fucked the child. "I missed you so much. I wanted you so much. I need you, baby. I need you to be my little slut, my baby, my, my,.. oh fuck, oh god, fuck!"

Tabby knew daddy wasn't going to last long, but it didn't matter. She discovered that she could orgasm from having daddy thrust his huge cock deep into her little ass! A climax wracked her body. She squeezed daddy's cock with everything she had and rode it hard. Behind the blindfold her eyes rolled back in her head as her body and brain went into massive overload. Her daddy was fucking her in the butt! She was just a little girl, but she'd put herself in this terrible, scary position, just for this moment, just so that her daddy, her master, her lover, could fuck her senseless with his terrifying tool thrusting in and out of her ass.

Daddy spurted his warm, thick seed into his baby's bowels. He pressed hard inside her and strained, letting every drop of cum find it's way out. His whole body trembled with the intensity of the orgasm, the orgasm he'd been dreaming of for days, ever since he'd seen the first image Tabby had left for him. That imagined had haunted him and burned into his mind, making him miss her horribly. It was only after daddy's trembling finally calmed and he slid his slowly wilting cock out of her incredibly tight ass that daddy realized his bound and blindfolded baby had fainted, vanquished by her morning of intense, terrifying and wonderful sex.

Tadd sat back on the bed, admiring his beautiful, comatose daughter and enjoyed the sight of his cum slowly dribbling out of her tiny ass. It was a picture he would never forget.

Read on for Part Eight of The Little Girl and the Bondage Magazines.

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