The Little Girl and the Invisible Gardener

-by Alvo Torelli, October, 2020

(Mg, nc, self-bond, bond, best, inc)

Paco:

Paco doesn't mind the work. It's honest, hard work and at the end of the day, he can see what he's accomplished, know that the grounds are beautiful because he made them beautiful. He doesn't mind that the Reynolds are rich beyond his comprehension. The secretary pays him and he eats and he has a roof over his head. It's a fair exchange. He doesn't mind Mrs. Reynolds thinking she knows more about flowers than he does, or Mr. Reynolds letting the dog pee where he shouldn't. It's all good.

But Paco doesn't like being invisible. He's no more to them than a piece of the landscape. He's not a man, not a person. He's an assumption. The gardens aren't beautiful because of Paco - they're just beautiful because they're supposed to be beautiful. He's invisible. It's infuriating.

How many times has he overheard their personal conversations as he knelt to work? Such strange, hedonistic people, with too much money and too much time, always seeking some new kind of pleasure. Invisible, he walks through their lives and knows everything.

He could leave, take his talents elsewhere. He'd do well. He could, but... But she's so beautiful - so young - Matilda. And just like her parents, she never sees him. She doesn't see him now, none of them see him as they argue over their breakfast, their loud voices carrying across the garden. Paco scratches behind the ear of the family's big Doberman and they listen. At least the dog knows he's a person.

Matilda

"I'm twelve now!" Matilda shouts. Her blonde curls reflect gold in the morning sun. Her green eyes flare. Her perfect, cornflower complexion reddens with frustration. "I've been twelve for two whole weeks. I'm old enough to stay by myself. You never trust me! I don't want to go to your boring charity auction. It’s not fair!”

"But darling, what would you do all by yourself all afternoon?" her mother says with a concerned frown. "Your friends are all away on vacations and it’s Mrs. Gonzalez’s day off."

"Ooh! Mom, I'd be fine. I'll hang out by the pool and read and text Jenna. She's so bored with her family. And Theresa too. I don't want to be like them! I'll watch some movies. I can go running."

"Oh no, you can't go running by yourself," her father interjected. "Not safe, not safe at all. Promise you won't..."

"Daddy! I'll use the treadmill, Jesus!" Matilda interrupts. Inwardly she smiles, realizing that she's already won. They’re going to let her stay home by herself. She’s finally going to get a look in that room off their bedroom - the one they keep locked all the time.

"Fine. As long as you promise to stay safe."

Matilda throws her thin arms around her father and squeals, "Ooh, Daddy! Thank you!"

Paco

“I have to announce the totals, so we can’t leave until the end,” Father says. “That gets us back at six. We won’t be late, cause we’re all going to the Jackson’s later. You’re sure you’re okay by yourself?”

“Daddy! Just go.”

Paco watches her parents drive away in the Jaguar convertible. Since the child is staying behind, they can use the two-seater to cruise up the coastline. They drive right by him and never see him - of course. Idiots. Turning, he looks back at the girl. So beautiful. Slender and athletic, the picture of why early adolescent girls are often compared to colts. Small, new breasts make lumps in her thin blouse and he wonders if they're real or just some padded bra she wears. He'd love to find out.

He watches her watch her parents driving away, sees excited mischief blossom on her pretty face. She bites her lip, smiles, and some secret thought makes her blush. Her freckles stand out across her high cheekbones. On each side of her face, her blonde pigtails cascade down well past her shoulders. Her eyes look so big, so eager. She is so young. But she looks right through him as if he wasn't there. Anger joins his admiration for her fine young face and body.

What's that she's pulling from the pocket of her tight, white shorts? God, she has such a nice ass. Her smile brightens as she holds something up to glisten in the noon sun - a single key. Intrigued, he follows her as she disappears into the huge house.

Matilda

Matilda runs up the wide, curving stairs and around the corner to her parent's master bedroom. She has no thoughts for texting, hanging out at the pool, or running on the treadmill. All she can think of is the mysterious door, the one behind the curtain. She slides the heavy drapery aside. There it is! Her hand trembles; the purloined key fits into the lock.

But she pauses. The muted sounds she'd heard from behind this door, barely audible even with her little ear pressed to the heavy wood - they'd scared her. They'd excited her too. Moans and unintelligible screams. She knew it had something to do with sex, but why in here, behind this locked, soundproofed door? Will it change her life to open this door? Will she wish she'd never seen the things she finds there? No! She has to know!

She turns the key, twists the knob, pushes the door into the dark mystery. Holding her breath, she feels for a light switch. Illumination erupts and the scene before her brings a gasp to her throat.

No, no, no! It's too scary. I can't go in there! What is that? And that? What are those things on the wall? Oh god, there's a cage! Why? I have to close the door and... and... but I have to look.

She skirts away from the confusing devices around the middle of the room - something like a doctor’s examination table, but covered in dark leather and decorated with gleaming silver rings – some gadget made of gleaming metal rods, down on the floor, with scary metal cuffs – a half-cylinder padded with black leather, like a saddle, with cuffs and electrical controls - and a tall, shining silver cage! Why are there circles of steel on two sides of the cage? She turns away from all that to take in a wall festooned with smaller devices - wooden paddles with small holes, handcuffs, metal bars with leather cuffs at each end, half a dozen different whips and crops and... Dildos! She thinks that's the word for the multicolored things lined up along the top of a cabinet under the wall display. Big, little... huge, different shapes. Is that what a man’s penis looks like? Why does that pointy red one have a huge bulge near the bottom? She reaches out a thin, trembling hand and picks one up, a simple one, a not-so-scary one. She turns a dial. She drops it and gasps at the violent vibrations it emits!

Oh, get a grip on yourself! It's just a vibrator. It can't hurt you. Matilda smiles and picks up the offending device. Biting her lip to find courage, she pushes it against the crotch of her tight shorts. Oh god! It's stronger than she imagined. Her knees clutch and her whole being spasms. She yanks the vibrator away. Her cunny still tingles. She’s a little bit wet. Wow.

Nothing’s grabbed her or jumped out at her. There’s nothing to be afraid of! She’s alone in the big, secure house, perfectly safe.

With growing courage, Matilda opens one side of the long cabinet. More dildos? No, they’re the wrong shape, more like cones on one end. There’s a beautiful jewel on the end of this one, a long furry tail on another. Oh gosh! They go in your butt! No! I could never! She slams the cupboard closed.

But there’s more to explore and she has to know! Another cabinet door opens. Ropes and chains. She slams that door shut. Her heart races but she can't stop. She slides open the first of four drawers. Collars, like a dog would wear, but fancier. They’re all neatly aligned in a little rack. Some of them have words on them, nasty words. She blushes. But she pulls one of them out, a thick black collar with the word SLAVE embossed in shiny silver letters. She shivers and runs her fingers over the smooth letters before she puts the collar on top of the cabinet, next to the vibrator she’d tried.

The second drawer is half-filled with small bottles. Nothing scary here until she reads the labels. Lubricant. Edible. Warming. Hot. Desensitizing. Next to the bottles, there are three blindfolds. She holds one up and shivers before she stuffs it back in the drawer. There’s also a soft leather hood in the drawer. She can’t bring herself to touch it.

The third drawer is too frightening! She slams it closed. Why would anyone need so many gags? The last drawer has a collection of leashes tangled together on one side and some unidentifiable things made of leather straps on the other side. Curious, she pulls one of them out, tangling it with a black leash. She untangles the leash and leaves it on the cabinet so she can hold up the other mess of black leather straps and silver buckles. What is it… Oh! Gosh. The bondage harness gets quickly stuffed back in the drawer!

The last cabinet door reveals a surprise: a shelf of photo albums. They’re neatly labeled, one for each year, going back thirteen years. On the shelf below, half a dozen digital cameras, video and still, are carefully arranged. Three computer hard drives sit next to them.

Matilda sits on the floor, staring at the albums. Somehow the promise of pictures – pictures of the things that have happened in this room – is more frightening than anything else.

Paco

The little girl is so intent on exploring her parent’s sex room. Paco could probably walk right in and still be invisible to her. But he watches from just outside the door, ready to hide if Matilda turns her attention his way. The little thing is so pretty, and her beauty is heightened by the way she blushes, gasps, and trembles as she explores her parent’s things. He glances at his phone for the time, twelve-thirty. He’s got hours more to watch the pretty little thing, hoping to see… to see what?

He knew about the sex room, but he’s never seen it. He wonders if the little girl understands the furnishings: the bondage exam table, the stockade, the evil-looking cage. There’s a St. Andrew’s Cross on the opposite wall from where she sits, and another big cabinet. But she’s stopped exploring. She stares at something in the cabinet he can’t see until she pulls it out and opens it on the floor in front of her, a photo album. Her hand goes to her mouth when she opens it. Man, these people are kinky, keeping some kind of record of their crazy exploits. She turns the pages slowly, gasping at each new image.

Wait, what’s she… Oh fuck. She pulls her top over her head and throws it aside. But her back is to him! For fuck sake, show me your little tits! She isn’t wearing a bra – that means… those little mounds…. His cock is hard in his slacks. She shifts her position; he sees her in profile. Yes! Is she unbuttoning her shorts? No! Yes! The little hussy is frigging herself. What the hell is in those photo albums?

She turns another page and leans closer, brushes the image with her fingertips. She glances at the cabinet, then back to the photo. He’s dying to know what’s making her big eyes look so scared and curious. He’s about to move, to get a better view, when she rises and steps to the bank of drawers. Paco pulls back into the shadows.

Matilda

As if someone else is controlling her, Matilda opens the third drawer. The picture haunts her! Her mother! And that other woman, and daddy. She needs to know. She fumbles through the mess of gags until she finds it, the blue one; she’s sure it’s the same one from the picture. But the ball is so big! She can’t! But… She holds the straps out to the sides, stares at the shine on the blue plastic. It bobs up and down as her hands tremble until it touches her lips. It’s too big! She can’t get her mouth all the way around it until she uses her fingers to force it. Her jaw spasms, then it’s in past her teeth. Oh god, it’s big! The smooth, tasteless plastic presses against her tongue. Saliva builds up at once and she tastes the leather at the corners of her mouth as it gets wet.

Struggling against her instinct to remove the evil gag, Matilda kneels down to look at the picture again. She has to know.

Despite the panic and discomfort, the pressure on the back of her front teeth, the gag reflex, Matilda pulls the straps of the gag behind her neck, tucking them under her long blonde pigtails. She fumbles with the buckle, pulls the straps tight, still fighting the urge to remove the scary gag. A mirror! She turns to run out to the master bath but sees the large mirror on the wall across the room. Oh god! Is that really her? With the gag, she looks even more like….

She should stop this! She should unbuckle and remove the gag, leave, and lock her parents’ room. But it’s so exciting, so forbidden; she’s still so curious. The pictures draw her back. She’s all alone. What could it hurt to try… Yes, she will! She glances in the mirror again, then steps back to the counter. The metal letters on the collar are cold to her touch, the leather is soft against her throat. Another buckle to fumble with. She shivers at the sight of the backward letters. Her cunny spasms at the wanton presentation in the mirror. Excitement nearly overwhelms her as she wriggles out of her shorts and her panties. She grabs the vibrator again. Her knees clutch when it touches her, but she jerks it away.

Not yet!

She has to know what it’s like, to be bound like that, helpless. But is she brave enough? Could it possibly be… good? She touches the photo again, trembles. She turns another page and blanches, but her head whips around to stare at that strange, black saddle-like thing. “Sybian,” it says under the picture, with a date, a date just months before she was born. She studies the photo. She has to know!

Paco

He sees new determination on her pretty face as Matilda strides to the counter. She plucks a pair of handcuffs from the wall. She takes the key from the hook. Carefully, she tries the key, unlocks one cuff, closes it, unlocks it again. With each motion, Paco gets more excited. She’s naked; she’s beautiful; she’s gagged herself? Will she take the next step and handcuff herself? Is she that curious? Yes! She puts one cuff around her slender left wrist, closing it down. He sees the way she trembles when she can’t slip her hand out. She unlocks it quickly and puts the handcuffs on the counter, backs away from it, looking scared.

But a moment later she’s back. She clips the cuff around her left wrist again. She doesn’t hesitate. The second cuff goes around her right wrist. She’s handcuffed. Paco’s brain is on fire. Should he…? No! Just as quick as she put the cuff on her dominant wrist she wants it off. A moment of terror crosses her pretty face, easy to read despite the huge gag. She fumbles, trying to use her left hand to unlock the right. She drops the key. Oh god. He could… But he doesn’t.

Bending over to find the key, hands still cuffed, she parts her legs and gives Paco a magnificent view of her sex. It’s only as she’s standing back up, key in hand, that he realizes he’s stroking himself through his slacks. Has he ever been this hard?

Mesmerized, he watches her unlock her right wrist, but not the left. Oh god, will she…? She does. She clutches the key, concentrates, and pulls her arms behind her back. She only hesitates a second before she cuffs her right wrist again. It’s more than Paco can take. He liberates his swollen cock and strokes it like mad. He almost cums when he sees her panic and thrash against the cuffs. He’s sure they’re much more frightening behind her back. She tries to twist her head, arms, and torso. Didn’t she realize she’d have to get the key into the lock blind? Her panic rises and his cock responds. Fuck! She’s so hot!

The little girl is still struggling, terrified, when Paco leaves his cum on the floor. He almost cries out from the brief intensity. A moment later she has the cuff released from her left wrist again. Her lovely chest heaves from the frantic effort. Ecstatic relief suffuses her face. Was the rush she felt as strong as his?

Matilda

Matilda waits for her pulse to stop racing. Wow. Her pussy tingles like mad. That was scary! But…

She’s a smart girl. She reaches back and cuffs her wrists together behind her back again. She forces herself to wait a whole five seconds before she struggles to get the key into the lock she can’t see. But it’s easier this time. And it’s even easier the third time. Growing confidence takes her back to the photo album. She feathers her fingertips across the glossy paper again, leans in closer. She gasps through her nose, then looks to the center of the room again. She doesn’t see how she could use the table, alone. She still doesn't understand the stockade - it's intriguing but too frightening. The cage just makes her want to run from the room. But the black saddle, the Sybian…

Matilda straddles the half-cylinder of black leather. It forces her thighs apart, opens her sex as her knees sink almost to the ground. She’s too small for the device, but she doesn’t let it stop her. Her cunny presses down against a small ridge of soft, molded, pink plastic. Her lips spread around it and her clit nestles into a little forest of short bristles. God! She’s so wet. She’s so excited. The handcuffs still dangle from her right wrist. The key is tight between thumb and forefinger.

A couple feet of electric cord extend out the back of the black device and end in a control unit with a single, simple dial. Should she? No, not yet. Not until she’s… She memorizes the positions of the controls, then sets the control box onto the leather, just behind her. She puts the key another inch behind the control box, so she won’t drop it while she fiddles with the ankle cuffs on each side, at the back of the Sybian. Her fingers tremble. She imagines someone else tightening each cuff around her thin ankles as she struggles helplessly. A new tightness in her chest almost makes her stop. It’s already scary enough to have to breathe through her nose. But her curiosity overwhelms her fear, again. The ankle cuffs hold her tight on the black saddle. Her pussy dribbles onto the pink plastic. Should she turn it on? No, not yet. She wants the full fantasy – the captive little princess story.

Matilda double checks she can find the key. She checks again. Taking a deep breath, she handcuffs herself behind her back. She’s alone. She’s safe. Her fingertips touch the key. And still, the panic sweeps over. She’s bound and helpless! She struggles against the cuffs at her ankles and wrists and her cunny settles deeper against the dark Sybian.

It’s so exciting! It’s so scary!

Suddenly, Matilda wishes she’d set up a camera. She remembers the mirror, but it’s too far behind her. What does she look like? She considers unlocking herself to get the camera, turn the Sybian to face the mirror, but she’s not sure she could make herself lock the cuffs again.

Another wave of panic wracks her thin, young body. Are the cuffs getting tighter? Is the key still there? Behind her, her fingers brush the controls. A moment of insane, excited bravery infuses her and she fumbles for the dial. She can’t see it, can’t judge the size of her movements. She has to get both hands on it to get any purchase. She means to barely turn it on, but it's awkward and the dial is hard to turn. The dial gives way suddenly. The Sybian roars to life underneath her, turned from 'off' to 'max' with an unfortunate twist of her bound wrist.

Matilda’s back arches violently as the strong vibrations attack her unprotected little cunt. She manages a muffled scream past the big gag, “NNNNNNNN!” Her muscles spasm.

The Sybian controls fly from her fingers. The only possible source of the little girl’s release, the one key to the handcuffs behind her back, goes with them.

Paco

It’s hard to believe the little slut has bound herself to the Sybian, but there she is, writhing in front of him as the whirring device tortures her sweet little pussy. He sees the key and the controller go flying. He knows what she’s done to herself – that she’s trapped. She wanted to explore the fantasy of being helpless. Now she is – helpless.

It’s one of those rare moments in a man’s life, one of those crucial turning points. Not the moment he decided to follow her inside, or the moment he decided to keep watching her when she stripped naked. Not even the moment when he spewed his cum as he watched her fine young form. This is the moment, right now. He has to decide - there’s no one else. Savior or Villain? Rescuer or Enslaver? What does the invisible man do?

He watches the gorgeous child twist and squirm as panic and sexual stimulation overwhelm her. He can see just enough of her pretty face to read the torment – the realization of what she’s done to herself, the realization of what the vibrating machine is going to do to her. And she’s powerless to stop it. Despite the futility, she struggles. She throws herself to one side, then the other in desperate frustration, but the Syrian’s bindings are designed to prevent any success. No matter how hard she reaches, twists, strains - the key twinkles on the floor, well out of her reach.

But the child's struggles against her self-imposed bondage quickly weaken as the vibrations of the black leather device take their toll on her inexperienced young body. Paco sees her back arch again, her legs tremble. He hears the muffled moan of tortured ecstasy. He’s sure she no longer desires the orgasmic pleasure the machine is designed to deliver, inexorably. The first wave of unwanted orgasm rolls over her. She screams around the gag. She can’t stop it. And she knows it’s going to go on and on and…

Unless. Unless some knight should save the poor princess from her terrible fate. But not every knight has a heart of gold.

Paco stares at the beautiful, sexy child, writhing, helpless, in need of rescue. He makes his choice.

Matilda

This isn’t fun anymore! How did she let this happen? She’s so stupid! Oh god, oh god, not again, please, it’s too much! The Sybian roars to life under her again. “NNNNNNNNNN!”

Matilda’s second wild, unwanted orgasm wracks her young body. The incessant, mechanical Sybian has complete control of her body. She thought it would just be on, or off. But no, it has a diabolical cycle of building up, retreating, building again. Her inexperienced body can’t resist it. As the pleasure builds up she clutches it with her knees. She involuntarily tilts her pelvis back and forth, grinding her screaming pussy against the different, vibrating surfaces. Gasping through her nose, the sweet fragrance of her wet sex is inescapable.

Her arms ache from fighting the handcuffs, but as the Sybian calms down she has to try again. Where did the key go?! She puts everything she has into twisting her lithe body around, trying to spot it. No, no, please! Not again! Not so soon, I need… Ah, ah, nooo. The trembling in her traitorous pussy starts again.

“Looking for this?”

Matilda whips around to see the key, held inches from her pretty face. Eyes wide, she looks past the key to see a man. The smirk on his face tells her so much. Who is he? He’s familiar, but… Oh god! She’s naked, bound, helpless. He’s staring at her, enjoying what he sees. Embarrassment strikes at the child’s core and every square inch of her perfect skin blushes, just in time for the next rush of humiliating orgasm to sweep up out of her little pussy.

The man (who is he?!) rises and gets to work pulling cameras and tripods from the cabinet. No! No, you can’t! Please! She hears the click of the still camera and sees the blinking light that tells her the video cameras are running. By the time he’s done the twelve-year-old is struggling to resist yet another burst of orgasm, a struggle she loses. Her shame is immortalized.

A rush of misplaced gratitude fills Matilda’s chest when the man steps behind her and turns off the Sybian. The moment is brief. She’s only traded an inanimate captor for a real captor! What is he going to do?

For the first time, he touches her. An electric rush suffuses her, but he’s only unlocking her handcuffs. For a moment she forgets to struggle, and a moment is all he needs to twist her arms, lift her wrists, and quickly handcuff her again. But now the chain of the handcuffs is locked to the back of her collar! Her elbows stick out to the sides. No! Matilda thrashes in frustration. She twists to look in his face, to beg with her big blue eyes. He smirks and cold ice runs through her body.

Paco

Well, at least the little tart sees him now. But he can see in her eyes that she doesn’t recognize him, a man who’s worked for her family, watched her grow into an alluring but innocent beauty, and fantasized about her perfect, fine face and body since she was in the first grade. Stupid little…

It doesn’t matter anymore. He’s made his choice, turned a corner and he’ll be gone soon enough, gone for good. But first…he checks the time on his phone, it’s two-ten… but first, he gets to enjoy almost four more hours with the pretty little slave. And he knows just how to make the most of it for her. He’ll give her exactly what she thought she wanted. Why else would she have bound herself to the machine and put herself in such danger?

Paco kneels behind her and touches her, taking his time, running his hands gently up the sides of her bare torso. God, her skin is so smooth, so white. Her frightened moan is exciting and stimulating. When he presses his nose close to the back of her head she fills his nostrils with the most amazing perfume – a mix of floral shampoo and little girl terror. To really touch her, be so close to her, after all these years – it’s a wicked dream of intimacy come to life!

The child stiffens and trembles as his hands slide across her chest and cup the two, precious mounds of her breasts. Her tiny nipples react, unbidden and he teases them to hard, angry points. He lets his nose trail along the wispy hairs at the back of her neck, between the collar and the strap of her big gag. His tongue flicks out and she snorts. Her trembling increases, then increases again when he trails one hand down over her stomach and forces a finger between her small cunny and the Sybian. He fingers her sex just long enough to emphasize how completely she’s in his power. When he withdraws his wet fingers, he puts them to her face and coats her upper lip with her own juices, so the odors will remind her that she can’t control the excitement of her traitorous pussy.

With a last tweak of her quivering nipples, he lowers his hands, caresses her coltish, smooth legs, and unbuckles the cuffs that bind her ankles to the sides of the Sybian. Standing, Paco helps Matilda to her feet. She wobbles, unsteady after so long bound on her knees, enduring so much stimulation. But he doesn’t need her to stand up, so he sweeps her into arms made strong from hundreds of hours of hard, honest labor keeping her gardens beautiful. His cock hardens at the way she blushes, at her smell, at how light her body feels, and the way it trembles.

For over an hour, he’d watched her orgasm over and over. But in a rush of intuition, he's certain she is still a virgin. Something on his face must betray his thoughts, because the fear on her face flares. He chuckles.

“That’s a nice act,” Paco whispers. The girl’s eyes project confusion. “It’s okay,” he whispers, too low for the cameras to pick up, “I understand, it’s all part of the fantasy. Don’t worry, I’ll play my part. I’ll make sure it all looks real. No one will be able to tell you set the whole thing up.”

Understanding dawns over the child’s face. She tries to scream. She squirms in his arms like a wild beast. Her head shakes back and forth, no, no, no!

Half a dozen strides and Paco puts her down on the short, padded exam table. When she realizes what he’s doing she finds some new source of energy and fights even harder, kicking her legs and squirming about. But the table was designed with a struggling victim in mind. In a flash, she's secured to the table by a white strap across her stomach. A second later he has the stirrups pulled into place. She kicks wildly, but she’s just a little thing. Soon her legs are bound - her feet strapped into the stirrups, her calves lashed down to the supports. She’s forced to lay back against the angled table, her cute little ass hangs just over the edge. Still, she squirms and twists, desperate to escape.

Paco whispers into her ear as he adjusts each stirrup higher, “You’re really good at this! Keep pretending to fight while I get you ready and move the cameras.” It’s almost as good to fuck with her head as it is to touch her and secure her gorgeous body to the table. She must sense how much worse things are about to get because she fights like a tiger. But she’s helpless and he can move the cameras into place. He smirks as he forces her bent legs wider, exposing her sex to the waiting cameras and his hungry gaze. As she continues to thrash, he hides his face from the cameras to whisper, “That’s great, keep it up. It looks completely real.”

Matilda’s petite, hairless, sculpted young pussy is breathtaking. The puffy outer lips are forced to part, no longer able to hide and protect the delicate, pink inner lips, the forbidden channel. The little girl is bared to the cameras. Paco can read the terrible humiliation on her face and it spurs him on. He kneels between her bound legs and looks along the contours of her perfect body to see her eyes flare even wider. “NNNNNN!” she screams through her gag as he slides his tongue along one, smooth inner thigh, then the other. His hands cup the sides of her pretty ass – that ass he’s admired for years and years. The scrape of his cheek along her skin sends sparks into his brain. He grips her tighter; the smell of her overwhelms him.

His tongue plunges into the warm velvet embrace of the twelve-year-old’s virgin pussy.

Matilda

“NNNNNNN!” This can’t be happening! Her arms strain to no avail, but she wants to push him away. “NNNNNN!” Every part of her brain wants him to stop, but her body betrays her. Each touch, each caress, each lick – her skin tingles, her pussy quivers. Oh god, when he flicks across her clit she nearly dies.

Eyes wide, she can’t stop herself from looking past his head to the awful camera that’s capturing every moment of her ordeal. The thought that someone might see this takes her panic to new heights. She can’t cum again! She can’t! Not in front of the… Oh god, oh god, ohhhh.

The lash across her body can’t stop the shivering. Her thin legs shake the whole table. It's even worse than the Sybian – or is it better – or is it both? She doesn’t know, can’t understand. Orgasmic mind-fuddle grips her and all she knows is the amazing, wonderful sensation of grinding her pussy into his tongue and lips and teeth and… oh god! On and on. She’s going to have a stroke, she’s sure. Oh please! It’s so…

Something changes. Her eyes snap open. He’s standing. He’s looming over her, pressing closer, between her… Oh god, no! NO! His cock looks so big. No please, you can’t, I’m a… But her hips are straining against the bondage, pushing her pussy towards his rigid cock. He’s smirking again. He knows! He knows how much her body wants him. No please, no please, no… “NNNNNNN!”

He’s so much bigger than she’d ever thought. She tenses in anticipation of pain that doesn’t come, then realizes he’s only pushed the head of his cock into her entrance. It barely fits, stretches her wide. It’s not what she expected, it’s worse. Instinctively she tries to pull away, arching her back and rotating her hips. It won’t do any good, she’s helpless. Why is he waiting, swirling it around? He’s teasing her, stimulating her clit to drive her crazy. He’s trying to make her want it! No, no, I won’t, I won’t! But she does. She can’t stand it. She pushes herself forward, trying to get him deeper inside her.

God! The smirk he makes as he backs away, thwarting her, it’s infuriating! But then she sees that he’s gotten what he wanted, that his smirk means more than triumph, it means he’s ready. Oh no, no, no, I’m not ready! He leans over her, his hands caress her thin hips, circling around towards her back for a better grip. Oh god, oh god! Please!

It does hurt. It stings as he rips through whatever was left her cherry. His cock plunges deep, deeper than she’d thought possible. He pulls at her little hips to help him thrust harder. He takes up a fast, irresistible pace. The smirk disappears as he concentrates. Every bit of the man is intent on only one thing: fucking Matilda in her tight young pussy.

Matilda’s back arches and her orgasm blooms to whole new heights as the man rapes her, bound and helpless in her parents’ special sex room. She wanted to know, to understand - and now she does.

Paco

His fantasies were never half as good as this. Yes, she’s young, a child – but how can she be so tight! Where did she learn to grasp like that, or is that just her body’s instinct? Thank God he shot his cum onto the floor an hour ago, or he’d never last thirty seconds in the helpless little girl’s tight embrace.

Just look at her! She’s so hot. Her young, perfect body, those amazing little tits swaying up and down like little jello cups as he pounds her, those big frightened eyes, the long, bouncing blonde pigtails. But best of all is the way she’s trembling in ecstasy as he fucks her.

He concentrates with all his will, trying to make it last forever – but the conclusion of this particular dance is inevitable. The music will build to a higher pitch and a wilder beat and the song will burst forth in an uplifting, heart-racing crescendo of brass. The dancers will slam together in the most intimate embrace possible and pulse together as if they shared a single, throbbing heart.

Paco slowly withdraws his spent cock from the child’s magnificent pussy, trailing a sagging dribble of viscous cum from his tip to Matilda’s lips. As he steps back it breaks and drops back to her pussy, where more of Paco’s cum slowly leaks out. He raises his eyes from the beautiful, swollen, and trembling pussy to look into her face. She's so young. She's an open book. She's shocked, violated, humiliated – but she loved every second of it. She blushes deep as he smirks at her once again to let her know that he knows.

Matilda

Matilda watches the man pull on dirt-stained white pants and stuff his shrinking cock away. She knows she’s blushing. She knows he knows how much her body enjoyed being used. She tears her eyes away from his familiar face, damning herself.

“Damn, it’s nearly three,” the man says. “We don’t have that much longer to play, princess.”

A whole new spike of panic races through her! What does he mean? She remembers Daddy saying they’d be home at six. Oh god, three more hours! No!

“I hate to leave you, but I do need a little break,” he says. He turns her head so she has to see the smirk on his face, then he leans in close and whispers, too low for the cameras. “You’re doing great, princess. Nobody will know it’s all an act. Nobody will know you’re having a great time. Nobody but me and you.”

“NNNNNNNNN,” she screams in frustration. But the next thing she knows he has somehow quickly removed the straps from her ankles, legs, and stomach and pulled her to her feet. She’s disoriented. With her wrists cuffed to her collar, she’s still awkward. Before she can even think of a way to take advantage of being back on her feet, to find a way to escape, he’s clipped a leash to the front of her collar and he drags her forward.

Matilda stumbles forward, terrified of falling. The world seems to spin around her. He's treating her like a dog on a leash! Fear wasn't enough, he has to find new ways to humiliate her. She should be outraged, but she's cowed and a new wave of desire churns in her core. God damn his fucking smirk! How does he always know?

Oh god! No! NO! NO! Not that!

The preteen stumbles towards a fate that sends shivers of terror through her thin, perfect body. She watches him deftly thread the leash through the bars so that he can pull her into the cage. She balks, tries to pull back, but he has all the leverage. The leash pulls at her throat, threatening to topple her. It’s a hard, fast lesson in who’s the master, who’s the slave – who has the power and who is even more helpless than she understood. He pulls her forward.

The cage is meant for someone standing, someone small – like Matilda. He pushes the door closed and she feels how constricting it is. She hears the lock. Her elbows touch the bars on both sides. No matter how she stands at least two sides of the cold metal touch her – her ass or her chest or her thighs. She can barely turn. It’s claustrophobic! Panic swells.

What’s he doing? What is that? No! Please, no!

The bar of metal slides through the ring between the bars and she can't stop it from running between her legs. It's so cold as it slides up along her thighs, higher and higher until it's pushing into her cunny, nearly lifting her up onto her tiptoes. She hears it slide into the ring behind her, but she can't turn anymore. Suddenly the cage is twice as bad!

The man looks down into her eyes and she can’t tear her gaze away from him. He smiles as he reaches through the bars, caresses her smooth cheek, then carefully unbuckles the gag that has nearly silenced her for so long. Before she can react, he pulls her face to the bars and kisses her.

It takes the stunned little girl a moment to recover. It’s only as he’s disappearing and the door to the secret sex room is closing that she begins to scream.

Paco

He hears the screams begin, then fade away as the heavy door closes. It’s only symbolic, but he turns the key in the lock, sealing the precious princess in her secret dungeon. He can’t help smiling.

He heads down the curving stairs, intent on finding beer. He really needs a beer, some time to recover his composure, to make a plan. There isn’t that much time, but he knows that expending some of that precious time leaving her alone in her little cage has to be part of the experience.

Paco opens the huge refrigerator. A Victoria! Hell, maybe these fuckers have better taste than he gave them credit for.

Matilda

A new kind of dreadful frustration and fear settle over Matilda's mind as minutes pile up and her helpless discomfort grows. She can barely move! The bars of the cage press in on her. What if he's left her here for good? Will anyone ever find her? Why did he have to put the horrible bar between her legs?

She screams and screams. No one hears. She knows no one hears. She screams anyway.

The man’s cum dribbles out of her pussy, a slow steady drip. It flows around the cold metal, then slides maddeningly down one thigh. She can’t use her arms to wipe it away. She can’t even bring her thighs together to rub it away. How can there be so much!?

How long has she been here, caged like an animal? No, an animal would have room to move, to pace, to growl – even in a cage. She can’t turn. She can’t lift a leg, twist her body, bend her torso.

But she can scream. She screams until she can’t scream anymore.

How long!? It’s been hours! Surely, it’s time for her parents to be back. The man, the awful man, the man who… oh god! He must be gone, fled. But what if they don’t find her? What if they don’t think to look in here? What if they call the police, but then they’re too ashamed to let the police see their special room and so they never pull back the curtain, never open the door - until it's too late. Oh god, please! Please! Let me out!

But she can’t scream anymore.

Paco

Paco sucks at his second beer and checks his phone. It’s been fifty minutes. She’s probably half crazy by now. He smiles, thinking about the way she looked as he stood between her athletic, smooth legs, holding her thin waist. And the way it felt when he finally thrust forward into her tight… Damn!

It’s been long enough! His pulse is racing, thinking about her. He drains the last of his beer.

But there’s one more thing he needs before he returns to his little captive. He heads outside, hoping the sprinklers he left on have created enough mud.

Matilda

The child gasps as the door swings open. A rush of relief makes her head swim. It takes her a second to realize that half her relief is because it's him, the man, the man who…, saving her the incredible humiliation of being found like this by the police, or her father. Oh god! What's wrong with her?

Stop smirking! She doesn’t scream. Her throat is raw from screaming. “Please,” she whimpers. “Please, let me out of here.”

More relief floods over her body as he slides the pole from between her legs. How long has she strained to stay on her tiptoes? Defeated, she knows she can’t resist him as he unlocks the cage and leads her out of it.

“Don’t worry,” the awful man whispers in her ear. “You’re still doing great. No one would ever know you did this to yourself. I’ll help you as much as I can. You wanted to use the stockade next, right? So you can rest, after being on your feet so long?”

“What?” Matilda croaks. She turns the way he pushes her. She sees the device of metal rods, cuffs, and hoops, down on the floor. What did he call it? "No, what, I don't…" But he forces her to her knees. There's another quick rush of relief when he uncuffs her wrists from her collar – but it doesn’t last. He pushes her down onto all fours and a second later her wrists are caught in the cuffs on each side of the strange device.

Finally, she tries to struggle, but she’s too weak and confused. He has no trouble subduing her. The hoop of metal goes around her neck. She can’t stop him from pulling her ankles into place, cuffing them to the back of the ‘stockade,’ with her knees spread apart.

Matilda is trapped on all fours like a dog, with her neck in a metal noose that holds her head back. It’s terrifying. She didn’t think anything could be worse than the cage, but this is worse. She's more restricted and more exposed. She's more available.

She realizes the man is trembling with excitement. A blush covers her pretty face, once again. He’s excited because of her! But then she remembers – the quick, painful thrust – how much her body enjoyed it. Her blush deepens. Oh god! Is he going to fuck her again, like this? Oh my god! No. She can’t want him to fuck her again! She can’t! But… But she knows she does.

He leans in close to whisper into her ear again. "Careful, princess." He pauses. "You don't want to look too eager. It'll show on the cameras, believe me."

Noooo! She couldn’t possibly be any more humiliated. But she’s wrong. She could be humiliated far beyond her wildest imagination.

The man is still there, kneeling in front of her, smirking at the blush on her pretty face. He’s gently caressing her soft cheek when she feels something hot slice through her pussy. She gasps and discovers she can’t turn her head. She can’t see what’s behind her.

“Oh god, please, what was that?” she croaks to her captor. A smile and twinkling eyes are his only response. “NOO! What is…”

Something cold and wet slides along her thigh. She tries to flinch away, but she’s trapped in the terrible stockade. The heat slides through her pussy again, rough and strong, pushing inside her. The cold wetness presses in behind it. The strong, rough warmth rakes across her clit, and her back arches as she gasps again. Her pussy tingles with eager anticipation.

“No, no, no, please!” Matilda cries out. “You can’t do this. You can’t! Please!”

“Perfect!” he whispers into her ear. “No one will know how much you want him.”

“Please,” she whimpers. “Not a… a… a dog.” But she can’t stop the next gasp of tormented please as the big dog’s tongue explore deeper into her tasty little preteen pussy.

Completely helpless, the child has no choice but to give in to the pleasure the dog's rough tongue engenders as he enthusiastically laves every nook and cranny. His tongue moves so fast! He curls it inside of her, then swipes down to torture her clit – over and over. Trembling grows stronger and stronger, spreading out from her pussy, taking over her body, making her forget or not care where she is, that she's on camera, that a man is cupping her cheek and smirking down at her pretty face.

“Agghhhh! Oh god, please, make him stop!" she wails. But she knows she doesn't want the dog to stop. She wants more. She wants the trembling to reach its crescendo.

She doesn't realize she's closed her eyes, to block out the distractions and help her enjoy the dog's oral attentions. But her eyes pop open when she feels something at her lips. Does he want to kiss her again? She parts her lips, willing, at that moment to kiss him back. But his cock slides into her mouth.

She’s overwrought and overwhelmed, helpless, panicked and confused, aroused. Who could possibly blame the captive little blonde girl for eagerly sucking her captor’s thick cock into her mouth? Who would think less of her for energetically slurping and swirling her tongue about the big intruder, mimicking the way the big dog swirls and slurps his tongue in and out of her throbbing, excited cunt? Who could possibly criticize her for using the little bit of motion left to her to bob her head forward and back, gobbling down her master’s invading cock. Who, indeed?

Matilda's young mind snaps, letting her new-found arousal overwhelm all the other terrifying emotions. She continues to hungrily suck at the man’s cock, even when she feels the dog’s weight on her arched back, even when he digs into the front of her legs with his powerful front paws, even when she feels hot jets of stinging precum wetting her young, shivering pussy, even when he yanks at her body and she feels his hot breath on the side of her head, his warm drool on the back of her neck.

The sensations are too much to take in. Her mouth is so full. His cock tickles the back of her throat, then threatens to choke her. The salty taste of him fills her mind. His masculine musk fills her nostrils. His fists hold her pigtails, controlling the small movements of her head.

But at the same time, the dog’s grip around her waist is so tight and painful. He's so strong and brutal. His cock slams into the back of her leg, her ass. He barely misses her excited pussy again and again. He thrusts it at her so fast. He's violent and insistent. He's growling into her ear.

When the huge dog finally finds the mark, Matilda’s muffled scream is audible, even around her tormentor’s thick, thrusting cock. “MMMMMMMM!” Her mind reels. A dog’s cock is inside her, deep inside her! No! Oh god, he fucks so fast and hard and he's so big! But she can't stop sucking the cock, even as the dog rapes her like a jackhammer. "MMMMMMMMM"

The dog cock swells inside her. Something is happening. She doesn't understand. Something huge! The huge thing slams through her poor pussy, stretching her impossibly. Again, then again, then… oh god, it's too big. PLEASE! One last time it squeezes through her battered opening as she screams, and then it's too big to come out. It's trapped inside her.

Matilda thrashes as orgasm sweeps over her lithe, preteen form. Her pussy clenches around the giant knot the dog has forced inside of her. The dog’s loud, rapid breathing crescendos. His drool runs down her neck. His paws claw harder as he makes small, grunting thrusts at her.

The man pulls back and his cum floods her mouth. Oceans of cum fill every corner, coat every surface, taint every taste bud. Oily, clinging, his cum overwhelms her. As he pulls out and shoots the last of his cum across her face, the sensations deep inside her become strong enough to vie for her attention. The taste of the man’s cum is the clue to tell her what’s happening – explaining the strange spread of warmth inside her little body – the dog is ejaculating inside her! His cum is hot and voluminous. She’s filled with the hot seed. The pressure flooding through the tight cavity of her pussy is terrifying and comforting at the same time.

And still, she shivers while her climax goes on and on.

Matilda looks up into the smirking face. She closes her mouth and swallows the man’s cum, sending it down to warm her stomach, like the dog has warmed her womb.

Paco

The child is broken. It’s written all over her pretty face. She’ll never be the same. Part of him would steal her away, make her his little toy forever – it would be easy now. But the smart part of his him knows he would never get away with it. He needs to be done, to vanish. But he’ll need insurance.

Paco rises and steps back. As he pulls his pants back on, he glances around the adult playroom. God, so many more toys to play with. If he only had more time – but he doesn’t. It’s already almost five. He needs to be far away by the time her parents return.

There are a couple more things he can do for her – or to her, while he's getting ready to leave. The dog is already impatient, ready to turn, or even try to pull that massive knot from her little cunt. Paco leans down and uses a short two-ended clip to secure the front of the dog’s collar to the back of the child’s collar. Now the dog can’t pull away. Now the little girl will have to endure being tied to the beast, bearing his considerable weight on her back, until Paco removes the clip.

He can also put the big gag back in the child’s mouth, and he does. As he tightens it, he whispers to her. “You gave it your best performance, Princess. You almost pulled it off. Everyone’s going to believe you really didn’t want all of this – right up to the end. But, you just weren’t quite a good enough actress there, in the final moments. I sorry, Princess, but they’re going to know – they’re going to see how much you enjoyed it all. Sorry, I did my best. I wish we had time for a retake.”

With a smirk at Matilda’s wide, shocked eyes, he rises and starts getting ready to leave.

Matilda

Despite the gag, she tries to scream at him. But she's exhausted. The dog is so heavy! His cock is still so big inside her. She's defeated, completely.

What did he mean “everyone?” She doesn’t understand. And then she sees the awful man going from camera to camera. He turns each camera off, removes the memory card, replaces it with a new card from the stash in the cabinet. No! He’s taking all the evidence of what he did to her. And now “everyone” takes on meaning. He can’t – he wouldn’t. Oh god, maybe he would. The idea of other people seeing her riding the Sybian, being raped on the table, enduring the cage – and then, god, the dog – she nearly faints. She’s never going to know who he might show it to. Anyone she meets might be someone who knows! She thought her torment was almost over, but it’s not. It will never be over.

The dog squirms on her back, pulling at her collar and at her pussy. Her pussy spasms again. A new wave of terror rolls over her, fear of what the dog wants and fear of what her body is going to want from him. His cock is so wonderful. He’s so strong. She’s tasted submission and she realizes it’s a flavor she likes.

The man produces a duffle bag from somewhere. It’s so frustrating that she can’t figure out why he looks so familiar! If she only knew who he was, she could send them after him, make him give back all the photos and video, lock him away! But…, but would she, even if she could? He takes all of the photo albums and stashes them in the duffle, along with the hard drives! Why is he…? Oh! God. Blackmail. Her parents will never be able to go after him – they won’t dare. A whole new sense of helplessness washes over the pretty child, helplessness far beyond being locked in a stockade, forcibly tied to a huge Doberman.

The man is slow, meticulous. He isn’t going to miss anything that could tie him to the room. He’s taking every precaution. Half an hour goes by as he prepares to leave, then he looks at her and smiles when he sees the dog getting even more antsy to get off her back.

He drops to one knee beside her and quickly removes the clip between her collar and the dog’s collar. The dog immediately drops to one side of her, then turns. She screams, almost silently. The knot is still huge, but not as big as it was. The dog turns more, the knot twists, they’re ass to ass, then he pulls. She screams again. The knot drags through her poor pussy and plops out, loudly. A gush of thin cum cascades down both of her legs.

She wants to faint, but the man waves something in front of her face and a new crest of fear keeps her awake. It’s one of those strangely shaped dildos. No, not a dildo, an ass plug. He shows her the heart-shaped flat end, the end that will stick out of her little ass, where the word “BITCH” is written in silver letters. Oh god, no! NO! But he smiles and says “One last little present, Princess.” He pushes the bulbous plug up into her pussy. It isn’t as big as the dog’s knot, but it’s big enough to make her spasm and clutch. “Don’t worry, I’m just getting it well lubricated,” the man says. “All that nice dog cum will do just fine.” He swirls it about, strokes it in and out of her pussy a couple of times, then brings the point of the ass plug to her tiny, tender butt. “Better relax, Princess,” he says.

Defeated, Matilda does her best. But she still screams into her gag as he forces the thick ass plug past her sphincter. Inside her ass, it feels enormous.

“Wow, that looks great, Princess.” He rotates the plug so that the word BITCH is upright and caresses the smooth, tender skin of her white ass before he rises again. The man steps back, and goes from camera to camera, turning each of them back on, being careful not to step in front of any of them. “Just think,” he says to the pretty, bound little girl, “maybe your daddy can be the one to take that out.”

“NNNNNNNNNN!!” Matilda screams around her gag. But the man and his duffle bag are gone.

Daddy

Daddy isn’t completely surprised to see the front door standing open as he roars up the driveway in the Jag. Why are adolescents so irresponsible? But he doesn’t see the muddy tracks leading into the house as he drives around to the garage.

He throws his keys on the counter in the kitchen and grabs a beer from the fridge – so much better than the shitty champagne at the fundraiser. Stepping into the large foyer, he yells up the stairs. “Matilda? You up there? Listen – change of plans. Your mom decided to go off with Jessica after the party, they’re heading up the coast for a couple of nights. It’s just you and me. You want me to call and order a pizza?”

He frowns at the silence. Maybe she’s on the treadmill, with headphones. “Matilda?” he yells again, louder. And then he notices the muddy paw prints on the white carpet on the stairs. “What the fuck?”

Daddy follows the tracks up the stairs. Inexplicably they head into his bedroom. His chest tightens. This is bad. Horrible visions run through his brain. He darts forward, suddenly fearful for his gorgeous little daughter. He should never have left her alone! What was he thinking?

Oh fuck. The curtain is pulled back. The secret door stands open. He strides across the bedroom and into his private sex dungeon.

His eyes dart about, taking in the enormity of what he sees. His little girl is bound in the stockade, a plug in her ass, and a gag in her mouth. The way her little ass is forced up into the air is stunningly hot and his cock instantly tightens in his pants. He takes in the missing hard drives and the photo albums – absences that chill him to his core. But worst of all are the muddy paw prints. They lead directly to his pretty little girl. A single paw print on her ass paints a picture he can’t deny. There’s a good reason the plug in her ass says BITCH.

Daddy steps forward and around to Matilda's side and finally, they can lock eyes. Her face is fascinating, like a motion picture. The movie begins with a moment of horrified humiliation, the deepest blush he's ever seen on her pretty features. Mortification fades, giving in to relief. Her daddy is here. Her daddy will rescue her. Better her daddy than some… But the movie takes an unexpected turn. The little girl can read Daddy's face as well as he can read hers. The little girl remembers that this is Daddy's secret lair she's trapped in. The little girl remembers the pictures she perused – could it only have been a few hours ago? – not just pictures of her mommy, pictures of other girls – young girls. Young, slender blonde girls with pigtails and cornflower complexions and… The little girl's face shows that she heard Daddy yelling up from downstairs – that she knows mommy is gone, for two nights. The moving pictures on the little girl's face are so clear – she knows that Daddy can't possibly resist the astonishing opportunity that's fallen into his lap. The movie ends with the little girl’s realization that she doesn't want daddy to resist, because the little girl has already been broken and she's going to enjoy whatever daddy wants, whether she wants to or not.

He really likes the way she tries to scream around the gag. He checks to make sure all the cameras are working. It’s a terrible shame he lost all of his photos and all of his backups – not just because it means he can’t possibly try to go after the man that put his baby in this terrible position – but because they were his favorite memories. But they were just photos and movies. It’s easy to make new photos and movies, especially with such a fantastic, young model. It will be fun.

Jesus, where to start? So many possibilities. Should he call the dog back? Move her to the cross. Pick up a paddle?

“Let’s see about getting that plug out of your cute little ass, Princess,” Daddy says with a smile.

“NNNNNNNNN!”

The end.

Unless, of course, you feel like imagining this as just the beginning.

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