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Published : 27 November 2020

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Young Becky Blows Me and I Adopt Her

By Steven Seven (Feedback welcome, to 7steven7seven7@gmail.com )

Other stories by Steven Seven can be found here

Story Code: Mg, Fg, g6-thru-12, incest, vaginal, oral, anal, urine drinking, preg, Mdom, sex slaves

I'm no pervert. But I've got to admit that I lusted after my niece Becky even before the first moment I saw her in the flesh on her 12th birthday. Her Father was my wife's brother, Dave. Her mother Freja was a Danish woman Dave had met while working for a global company headquartered in Europe. Freja was a devastatingly beautiful blonde with deep blue eyes and pure white skin. Her daughter Isabella was the spitting image of her mother. Her dad nicknamed his daughter Becky, and the name stuck.

My wife Mabel and I had rarely seen Dave and Freja even before Becky was born. The couple visited the US annually, but usually limited their visits to New York and California. They almost never visited the small city in the central US where my wife and I had our businesses. I ran a small, home-based technology consulting company in a highly-specialized business-to-business space. My wife had a small law practice. Since neither of us had staff or business partners to share our workloads, we were pretty much married to our jobs as much as to one another. Maybe that's why we never had kids.

Dave and Freja always sent us Christmas cards from Europe. After Becky was born, their Christmas cards began including family photos. I was immediately taken with my little niece. My wife and I often talked about taking a vacation in Europe, or perhaps flying to New York or California when Dave and his family were there. But somehow, it never happened.

Until the summer that Dave and Freja brought Becky to New York for her 12th birthday. They rented a house in a tony part of New York's Long Island called East Hampton. That's when I finally saw Becky in the flesh. She was amazing. Pure white skin, gorgeous young face, sparkling deep blue eyes, long golden hair, small budding breasts, slim waist, long coltish legs, and the most spectacularly shaped young butt I had ever seen on a child.

I must confess that after I saw Becky in her bikini at the beach, I had to go back to the rented beach house and masturbate. That's the only way I could relieve the enormous erection this golden child had caused me.

Becky was remarkable not only for her beauty. She also had a certain coquettish nymphet quality that was more knowing than her actual age. Maybe I was imagining it, but the kid seemed to come on to me every time no one else was looking. I began to wonder if she had already had sex. Maybe with some teenaged boy? Or-maybe with her own Father?

I couldn't be sure, and I figured I'd never know. I thought I would just keep my secret, precious erotic fantasies of my untouchable niece for the rest of my life. And I suppose things would have stayed that way if the accident hadn't happened.

My wife Mabel, her brother Dave, and his wife Freja were hit head-on by a drunk driver on Montauk Highway when they were driving home from the grocery store. Everyone in both vehicles died instantly. The shock and horror of this was beyond belief. It took weeks and weeks for Becky and me to come to terms with it. Even then, it was not something we could ever forget. But there was something else we had to deal with, too: I was Becky's only living relative on either side of the family. Mabel and I had been named as Becky's guardians in case her parents died. Since Mabel was also dead, that made me Becky's sole guardian.

Death of a loved one is a terrible thing. On top of that, suddenly becoming the parent of a precociously erotic nymphet that I already had the hots for was a terrible temptation. Even worse was when Becky's behavior soon removed any doubt in my mind that the child also wanted me. I hadn't been imagining it: the 12-year-old kid really did come on to me as soon as the grieving period was over. What could I do? What should I do?

Becky came home to live with me. But Becky found it somewhat boring living in the central US. Small town life in America was very unexciting for a worldly little girl from Denmark, a famously sexually liberal culture. As I was soon to find out, the little minx had a lot more tricks up her sleeve than any American girl of her age.

First of all, the child often "forgot" to wear clothes around the house. She claimed that she and her parents had often gone to nude beaches in Europe and didn't wear clothes around the house. I had no reason to doubt her. Nevertheless, I insisted that she put on some clothing in my house.

Then she started cuddling up to me when we would watch television in the evening. At first, I allowed this, because I thought she needed the security of having an adult she could trust after the traumatic loss of her parents a year earlier. Becky began by leaning on my shoulder. Then she started putting her head in my lap. Her golden hair was so beautiful, I couldn't resist stroking it. While I stroked the child's hair, she stroked my leg. Her hand began just above my knee. Then it moved closer and closer to my body. Her head began bumping in my lap as the organic erector set between my legs began raising the bridge. I had to stop her before this really got out of hand! I told Becky it was time for bed. She pouted and stalked off to bed while I went to my bedroom and masturbated like mad.

But the worst happened during the summer with the pool parties. Becky had gotten to know all the pretty girls in town, and all the handsome young boys. Becky's golden hair, gorgeous face, pert young breasts, and phenomenally prominent ass were mesmerizing. The other pretty girls were also attractive, but Becky was by far the most beautiful to me. Since I worked from a home-office with a window overlooking the pool, I was there every day and saw Becky parading her fabulous ass all the damned time. Every day my hungry eyes were being exposed to the most delectable young white meat this county had to offer. I had to take frequent work-breaks to go lock myself in my bedroom and masturbate.

Becky's young body grew even more ripely womanly that summer. And I reached the limit of my self-control. One night we were watching tv together. Becky's head was in my lap. I was stroking her long blonde hair. Her hand began moving up my leg. This time I didn't stop the girl when she ran her hand all the way up my thigh and touched my crotch. Her head began bumping against the erection in my lap.

I don't know why, but just then I finally got up the courage to ask, "Becky, have you ever had sex?"

The child rolled over with her head still in my lap and looked up at me. Her golden hair, deep blue eyes, flawless white skin, and beautiful face made her look like a fallen angel. "I thought you'd never ask" she said. "Yes. I had sex with Papa. Mama took pictures. We made videos. Papa's face was blacked out."

I was shocked, but somehow not surprised. "When did that start? How long did it go on?"

Becky gave me a coy smile "It started when I was very young. I was 6-years-old. It went on all the time. Mama joined in sometimes. Sometimes Papa took pictures of me and Mama. She licked my pussy. She taught me how to eat cunt. But mostly I sucked Papa's dick and ate his cum. He ate my cunt too. And Papa started fucking me up the ass. He really liked that. It hurt at first. But I got used to it. Papa fucked me up the ass a lot."

"Where are those pictures? And videos?" I asked.

"I'm not certain" Becky answered. "I know Papa traded the pictures and videos to other men for pictures of their daughters and other little girls. I think he sold some too. Mama said the pictures and videos were worth a lot of money. Especially the ones where Papa fucked me up the ass and then came in my mouth. Mama said men really liked seeing that. Especially when Papa came in my mouth and I swallowed his cum."

"I'm so sorry that happened to you, Becky" I said, not knowing what else to say.

The beautiful child looked at me quizzically. "Why, uncle?" she asked. "I liked it. Papa and Mama and I loved one another. We had great fun." Becky paused. "Now it's my turn to ask a question."

My mouth was dry. I coughed slightly. "Err-ok. I suppose it is your turn then."

Becky smiled. Her brilliant white teeth were practically gleaming. "Can I give you a blowjob, uncle? Please? It's been so long since I sucked Papa's dick. Papa and Mama taught me how to do it really good. I want to show you."

I took a deep breath. I was betwixt and between. I couldn't decide how to answer.

Fortunately, Becky took my silence as consent. She rose from the couch, knelt down on the floor in front of me, and pulled down my pants. The perfect blonde 12-year-old angel then removed her own t-shirt, shorts, and underwear. Taking my penis in both her hands, she beamed me a brilliant smile and then said "You're going to like this, uncle. I promise. Papa said I was the best little cocksucker he ever had. Even better than Mama. And she taught me how to deepthroat him. Mama and Papa taught me to always swallow Papa's cum. Now I want to swallow yours."

With that, my perfect pre-teen niece began giving me the perfect blowjob. I moaned with pleasure as her lips, mouth, tongue, and throat delivered on her promise. I stroked the child's golden hair as she sucked my swollen cock, bobbing her head up and down, over and over, stopping only to adjust her position so she could go all the way down on me and deepthroat my cock like nobody's business. I moaned and whispered sweet nothings as I held the child's head while she deepthroated me.

I don't know how long that first blowjob lasted. I was in an ecstatic state beyond time. Becky sucked and sucked and sucked until I couldn't hold back any longer. The child must have tasted my pre-cum and knew what was coming next, because she quickened the pace of her licking and sucking. She also increased how often she deepthroated me between sucks.

"I'm cumming, Becky!" I yelled. "I'm cumming in your mouth!"

The child kept up her perfect sucking and deepthroating while I ejaculated load after load of semen into her willing mouth and throat. As she promised, the little girl swallowed every drop.

And that's how it started. I took over where Becky's Father had left off. Except I didn't take any photos or make any videos of Becky. I wanted her all to myself. In the days, weeks, and months that followed, the child slept in my bed and we had sex damned near every night. And most mornings, too. We didn't limit ourselves to fellatio, of course. We had plenty of vaginal and anal sex as well. Becky's spectacular young ass really could take a pounding! The child could have an orgasm simply from being fucked in the ass.

I took Becky to a women's clinic and got her an IUD to prevent pregnancy. Becky taught me how to give her pussy and clit oral pleasure with my tongue, and also to pleasure her with my fingers. And then there was always the anal sex. Becky stimulated her clit with a vibrator while I fucked her up the ass. She always achieved at least one orgasm that way. As for me, I never got tired of sodomizing the child's prominent young ass and filling it with my cum.

What was most amazing to me though was that Becky was always perfectly content to suck me off and swallow my cum any time I wanted, just like her Papa and Mamma had taught her. Becky would blow me while fingering her clit or using a vibrator. She got so excited whenever I came in her mouth that she orgasmed too. As far as Becky was concerned, sucking my dick, and swallowing my cum, was pretty much the ideal form of sex, whether she stimulated her own genitals or not. If I didn't ask her to suck me off, Becky would ask me to let her do it. The child truly was an oral angel!

* * *

My marriage to my late wife Mabel had long been a dud. She was dead in bed. Frightened to try anything new. One or two basic fucks per month was her limit.

Young Becky and old Mabel were like night and day. Beautiful, young and tender Becky was a flawless youth with gold blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes, perfect white skin, a gorgeous face, pert young tits with bright pink nipples, a slim waist, shapely legs, a very cute and tasty cunt, and the world's most beautiful, big, creamy white butt cheeks between which was an absolutely stunningly perfect bright pink anus. Mabel had none of those things.

Becky had been trained by her mother and her Father to be a complete sexual submissive. She called her Father both Papa and Master. She he referred to him as her Owner. My late wife Mabel would never, ever address me that way.

There was another thing Becky had that Mabel didn't. The child had an appreciation for the erotic use of "dirty words." Mabel, my lawyer-wife, demanded respect and utterly abhorred foul language in bed. Becky had been well-trained in the importance of using dirty words. I found that out early on.

"Uncle, would you please do me a favor and call me dirty names?" Becky asked on morning at breakfast during out first week together.

"Like what, sweetheart?" I asked my angel niece.

"Bitch, cunt, whore, slut-or whatever you like" Becky said matter-of-factly. "Papa and Mama told me that dirty names are important. Papa used all those names for Mama. She always thanked him for calling her those names."

"Did your Father call you by those names, Becky?" I asked.

The precocious 12-year-old smiled at me like I was slightly retarded. "Of course!" she said. "And many more besides."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Cunt-mouth, little buttfuck, mangy whore, little slut, sweet cunt. Oh, Papa had so many beautiful dirty names for me, I can't even remember them all" the child said.

We were wearing our bathrobes and sitting at the breakfast table when this conversation took place. Becky was eating her cereal. I was drinking coffee and eating toast. "Err, well, I suppose I could call you by at least some of those names" I said. "But didn't you feel-I dunno-degraded when your Father called you those names?"

Becky covered her mouth and giggled. "Of course, silly! That's the whole point. Papa was my Master, my Owner. It was his right and duty to degrade me. And degrade Mama too. That's what sex slaves are for: to be used and degraded by their Owner. It's such an honor to be treated that way. Mama and I loved Papa for doing it!"

My head was swimming. The child was expressing my deepest, darkest desires-desires I never dared to tell my wife. In past relationships, whenever I had broached the subject with some woman I was dating, she would whip out her rulebook and tell me which names were acceptable to her and which weren't. There was nothing remotely like that with Becky. She was actively soliciting me to call her every dirty, degrading name I could think of!

I suddenly remembered what had happened before Becky and I got up for breakfast. The child had been giving me my daily morning blowjob (which she considered to be both her duty and her honor) and I had started saying something to her but stopped myself. I was about to call her "my little blowjob" but had suddenly gotten concerned that she might not like it. What Becky was doing now was trying to set me straight.

I gazed across the breakfast table at my little angel. "You're a whore" I said. Then I waited for her reaction. I didn't have to wait long.

Becky burst out in smiles, dropped her spoon in her cereal bowl, ran around the table, and hugged me.

"Thank you, uncle!" she said and then kissed me on the lips. "Thank you, Master!" the little beauty said before she kissed me again. "Thank you for calling me that dirty name. You made my day!"

That did it. Even though we were both wearing our bathrobes, I pulled opened the child's robe and began feeling up her barely hairy pubic area and then down to her soft, sweet pussy. We continued kissing while the 12-year-old opened my robe and reached down to touch my penis.

"Uncle Master, may I blow you? Please let me blow you. I'll do ANYTHING if you'll just let me blow you!" Becky said in her sweet child's voice. The little girl had already known or discovered that I responded very, VERY well to her asking permission to do exactly what I would want her to do anyway.

"Get on your knees-cunt-mouth" I said.

Becky kissed me on the lips again and said, "Thank you for calling me cunt-mouth, Master. I love that name!" She let her robe drop from her shoulders. The naked child knelt at my feet and took my dick into her sweet young child mouth. Even though she was only 12, she had the fellatio technique of a world-class, top-flight, highly-experienced whore. I had already cum in Becky's mouth not more than 90 minutes ago, yet here she was sucking me again. And no doubt, as always, she wanted and expected me to cum in her mouth so she could swallow her Owner's semen. What an angel!

And that's happened. She sucked and sucked and sucked. I held her head during part of that time, pushing my dick deeper into her mouth and throat, and treating her roughly. The child had been trained all her life to expect such treatment. Becky used her tongue and throat and lips with such exquisite erotic technique, that I soon found myself cumming in the child's mouth for the second time that morning. And as always, the 12-year-old beauty swallowed every drop of her Owner's cum.

"I love you, cunt-mouth!" I said.

Becky looked up at me, my penis slowly deflating in her mouth. Without missing a beat and without allowing my dick to leave her mouth, she said as clearly as she could under the circumstances with my dick filling the child's mouth, "Thank you, Master! I love you so much! Thank you for Owning me!"

* * *

Becky's sexual exploitation had begun at a very young age. She was licking her Father's penis and taking the tip into her mouth by the time she was 6. He inserted his fingers into her vagina and anus then. By the time Becky was 6 1/2, she was taking her Father's penis deep into her mouth, and taking the head of his penis into her pussy and up her ass. And even from the very start, her Father was cumming in Becky's mouth and she swallowing his cum. Her mother Freja would suck her husband him close to orgasm and then direct her husband's penis into her daughter's mouth. The man then ejaculated into the child's mouth and the little girl swallowed every drop of her Father's semen. From the age of 6, Becky had been trained to be a cum-swallowing sex slave.

I said "Becky, weren't you too young to have your Father's dick in your mouth and swallow his cum at that age?"

Becky shook her head and gave me one of her 'I can't believe he said something so silly' looks that I was getting used to seeing. She said, "Uncle, there's no such thing as 'too young.' A girl's mouth and cunt and ass can be too small for sucking and fucking, but there's no excuse for her not swallow her Pap's cum. He is her Father and her Master her Owner. She must swallow his cum-and anything else he gives her."

"Becky" I said "what else did your Father make you swallow?"

"His urine, of course" the 12-year-old angelic blonde beauty replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Papa loved to piss in my mouth and make me drink it. Mama used to get all of it, but even when I was only 6 Papa allowed me to drink some. Papa used to call me his little urinal. I was so proud of that!"

Becky told me her Father liked to urinate in his wife's mouth and also his daughter's. He required them to drink every drop of his piss. Becky had to learn how to do this to her Father's satisfaction by again learning from her mother. When the man would piss in his wife's mouth, she never spilled a drop. Little Becky couldn't handle her Father's entire urine flow at first. So her mother held a catch basin beneath the child's chin to catch the overflow. After Becky's Father had completely emptied his bladder into his child's mouth with much overflow, her mother would oversee her daughter's required drinking of the overflow caught in the basin. By the time Becky was 7, she no longer needed the catch basin. The little girl had become as faithful a urinal for her Father as her mother was.

I marveled at the beautiful child and her complete acceptance of all sorts of extreme pedophile sexual activity!

* * *

The more I learned about Becky's past, with the exacting sex training Becky had received from her Father and mother, the more I understood how Becky ticked. You see, Becky's Father and mother ensured that their child's only real desire was to please the man who possessed her. That used to be her Father. Now it's me. Although I am her Uncle, I have begun the legal process to adopt her. Becky already calls me Daddy most of the time. I want her to do it all the time, and for it to be legally true.

Since it was a Saturday morning, this was my first blowjob of the day. Guaranteed, it would not be my last. The child was willing to suck and swallow as often as I wanted or would allow her to. And I allowed her to a lot. But sometimes, she wanted my penis in her mouth even more often than I did. In my entire life, I'd never had a girlfriend THAT good!

"I love you, Becky. You're the perfect daughter, lover, and sex slave" I said, with perfect sincerity and real emotion in my voice.

"I love you too, Master!" the child said, using one of her favorite honorific terms for me. "Would you like to urinate in my mouth? I love it when my Owner uses my mouth as his toilet" Becky said, using her other favorite honorific term for me.

I caressed the child's beautiful face with one hand, while I stroked her long golden hair with the other. "Yes, my little darling" I said "your Owner loves to use your mouth as his toilet."

Becky smiled at me, then opened her mouth and completely engulfed my penis. She gazed up at me, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation.

I pulled back slightly so that I could place two fingers around the shaft of my penis, as I prepared to piss. I needed to have my fingers in place, so I could more easily control my urine flow. I didn't want to overwhelm the child with more piss than she could swallow at once. When I finally let my waste-water flow, I wanted to give her only a few seconds worth of my urine before I stanched the flow. Then my precious child sex slave would have time to swallow all the urine I had deposited inside her mouth. She would always gulp it down happily while always maintaining eye contact with me. I adored watching the worshipful expression on the child's face as she gratefully allowed her mouth to be used as my toilet.

As I pissed into mouth of my beloved child sex slave, I mused on how lucky I am. To own and use a 12-year-old beauty who was trained from birth to be a sex slave is a gift beyond price. To have the girl love me and love her servitude was even better. I could not possibly ask for more. Little did I know at the time, but I was about to get more. Much more.

* * *

After a little rummaging through the estate that Becky's parents left for her, I finally located the pedo porn videos her Father had made. My brother-in-law was even kinkier than I had imagined! After I found the videos, Becky and I watched them together. Hours and hours of the hottest, child porn imaginable. During the course of her young life, Becky's parents had videoed hundreds and hundreds of hours of sex with their young daughter. Those videos were amazingly hot!

Watching those videos of what Becky had gone through with her Father and mother were inspiring to me. They showed me how far Becky was willing to go and had already gone. The little tart had no limits!

Every day I watched Becky's pedo porn videos while the 12-year-old sat next to me on the couch, or in my bed. We were both naked under a blanket. We always ended up having sex of one sort or another. Very often, we duplicated many of the sex acts we had watched on screen.

Watching all of Becky's pedo porn movies took over a year. And what a year it was! Becky's family had made a ton of incest child sex movies with the girl over a 6 year period. We never watched more than an hour's worth on any given day. And we missed some days due to other things coming up. But for the most part, every day I could count on watching videos of little Becky from ages 6 through 12 having the wildest sex while the girl herself sat next to me and I had full access to her body. Most days, the child pleaded with me to let her give me a blowjob. Becky loved to masturbate while sucking me off and swallowing my cum. I rarely denied her requests.

And when I did deny her that, it was because I wanted to fuck her gorgeous pink cunt with its wispy crown of blonde strands of pubic hair, or her equally gorgeous bright pink anus. Becky never, ever denied me access to any of her holes. I fucked her cunt and her ass very often. But, God bless her, the little slut whore nymph's greatest desire was to suck me off and swallow my cum. I guess it's just what she was most used to doing, since that's what her Father and mother trained her to do. No matter if her Father had fucked her little cunt or her shapely white ass, he always demanded that she finish him off by sucking his dick and swallowing his cum. And God bless him for training my perfect little angle to do that, because that's what she always did for me!

I should also credit Becky's mom here. The truth of the matter is that Becky never would have learned to do what she does if not for her mother's example and tutoring. Becky's Father was a sexual dominant and her mother was a submissive. He was the Master they worshipped. Becky and her mother were his beloved slaves. From everything I saw and from what Becky told me, they enjoyed the happiest family relationship ever!

From those videos and secret files I also learned about the other men with whom Becky's Father traded his pedo porn videos and photos. They were not some rag-tag gaggle of troglodytes and losers. They were wealthy and influential men. And they had a secret, shadowy organization that did a lot more than trade videos: they traded little girls. Sometimes their own daughters, although not in Becky's case. Her Father refused to share her or his wife with any other man. But her Father did accept other little girls to enjoy and share with Becky and her mom.

Pedophilia and sexual slavery are frowned upon in modern society, to say the least. In fact, they are universally outlawed and condemned. But they shouldn't be. There are a lot of good things about grown men having sex with little girls and holding them as sex slaves. Good for the men, at least. And if the little girls are well-trained, it's good for them too. In fact, it's ideal.

Men, in their essence, are naturally dominant. Women, in their essence, are naturally submissive. All of that got screwed up by modern society, while natural men and women got screwed over if they followed their true natures.

That's why the men's organization that Becky's Father belonged to was formed. It went under various code names. It was super-secretive, as it had to be to avoid detection, legal prosecution, and so forth. One of the code names is MOW, which stands for Men Owning Women. Another is MOG, which stands for Men Owning Girls. There were many more special code names, but those are not of interest in the moment. Much more interesting is to learn what they did and how they did it.

Becky told me a little bit about this organization, but the girl didn't actually know too much. All she knew was that occasionally a little girl she had seen in one of the videos her Father had received in trade would turn up at their front door. Whoever dropped the girl off was nowhere to be seen. Her Father would let the little girl inside. These girls were usually aged between 6 and 13. After a few introductions, the child would be stripped and made to perform sexual services upon her Father. Becky and her mother would often participate, but not always. In every case, videos and photos would be made. Becky's Father added these to his collection. The girl would stay for a day, or a weekend, or a week. When it was time for her to go, Becky's Father would send her off with a little gift. His favorite was to sodomize the child one final time and then insert some cash money into her gaping asshole. He would tell her not to spend it all in one place. All of that was videoed in the most graphic detail, with lots of high-resolution closeups.

These little girls had all been born, raised, and trained to be sex slaves. Their training often started when they were extremely young, just like Beck. These girls were raised in secluded circumstances, so all of their interactions could be monitored. When they were old enough for breeding, they would be impregnated and then give birth to the next generation of sex slaves.

Becky's mother was one of the girls born into sexual slavery. Becky's mother had been raised and trained as a sex slave, as had her mother before her. Becky's mother was very proud of her family lineage of sexual slavery. She had every intention of Becky continuing the family tradition.

How do I know all this? Partly from Becky herself, and partly from a very special video her Father Dave had made. He made it for me. The video had been password protected. Becky had never seen it. But the password hint was something I figured out immediately, since it pertained to something Dave and I knew but no one else did. After I unlocked the video, I was surprised and pleased to see Becky's Father address me from the screen. Dave told me that if I was seeing this video, he was most probably already dead. He had had a premonition that he and his wife would die. Dave wanted Becky to be well-cared for. He wanted her to have a new Master. And he had chosen me because Dave thought I was the right man for the job. Becky's Father gave me his permission and his blessing to fuck his young daughter any way I pleased, and to treat her as the sex slave she was raised to be.

As I mentioned already, Becky and I spend at least one hour per day watching the hundreds and hundreds of pedophile videos her parents made with her (and also sometimes with other little girls). I should say a bit more about these videos before going on to my main point about a good society. Becky's videos came in two forms, edited and unedited. The edited videos were very high quality. They show the training, sexual use, and delightful abuse of Becky from the age of 6 onward. Becky's Father used her sexually in every way, and it was all delightful for me to watch, even if sometimes shocking. Becky's mother also participated in her daughter's sexual abuse, encouraging her husband to fuck and use their daughter, and also submitting willingly to the same sexual use and abuse herself. But then there were the unedited videos, the raw footage including the out-takes where Becky throws up after being forced to drink her Father's urine, or cries and screams while being sodomized, and then throws up again when her Father makes the child suck his penis clean fresh from Becky's asshole.

I have to say, while the edited videos were shocking, the unedited ones were far more so. Becky told me that her mother said the edited videos were worth a lot of money, but the unedited ones were worth ten times more than the edited ones. I can see why. Watching the beautiful little girl get sexually abused and exploited by her Father turned out to be both shocking and highly stimulating. Becky and I watched these while we lay naked in bed under the covers. I got so stimulated by witnessing little Becky's sexual abuse that I had to grab the child's head and push it to my crotch, where Becky immediately took my penis into her mouth and sucked me off. What a great little whore this child is!

* * *

Right now I'm still describing the time when Becky was my freshly minted, 12-year-old sex slave and I was still discovering new ways to exploit the child for my pleasure. A lot more happened after Becky became my personal sex slave property at age 12.

As it turned out, unlocking and watching that first video from my brother-in-law Dave set a whole chain of events into motion, including the time-released unlocking of other videos, and my introduction to the men of MOW (Men Owning Women) and MOG (Men Owning Girls) via Dave's confirmation code. The other videos were either released according to a predetermined schedule, or because I had some interaction with the men of MOW/MOG and the joined their organization, they unlocked further content for me. My membership in the secret men's organization also opened me up to fucking many other little girls and even adult women.

Becoming a member of MOW/MOG turned out to be just important as becoming Becky's adoptive Father and actual Master and Owner. I must say that MOW/MOG's plans were nothing if not ambitious. They intend to use science and technology to re-write human biology. If they succeed (or I should say, "If we succeed" since I have joined them) then our future sons and their sons will enjoy life in a veritable sexual paradise while their mothers, sisters, daughters, and other women will enjoy lives of bio-psychologically programmed satisfaction through submission, sexual service, and heartfelt devotion to the men who own them.

The MOW/MOG is multifaceted and complex. Parts of it are still secret, even from me and most other members. Our leaders have funded special research into the technologies needed. Our members have infiltrated every level of government and private industry, every church and temple, and every civic organization. Most of these men seem to be ordinary family men. Only they and their wives and daughters know that the women and girls are all slaves to the men. And that's the way it will continue to seem until right before the end of the present world order. When the day of our revolution arrives, everything will change overnight. But for that to happen, many new technologies must be developed and deployed. This is the work of several more decades. I may not live long enough to see it. But the son I eventually have will probably live to see it. Perhaps his mother will live to see it also, while she is on her knees with my son's penis in her mouth.

We trust our MOW/MOG leadership implicitly, because they have already demonstrated their concern for our welfare and happiness in the present by helping us to gain and exploit women and girls. They helped Becky's Father Dave to meet his future wife Freja, who was already the child of a sex slave mother. And our leaders helped me when I wanted to eventually breed 18-year-old Becky so that I could have young daughters to exploit sexually and abuse to my heart's content. But those two events, Dave's and mine, are separated in time by many years.

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Owning my niece Becky as my personal sex slave has been a life-changing experience for me. I was already Becky's legal guardian, but I wanted something more. I adopted her legally and she took my last name. I never sent her back to school. I homeschooled her instead. When she turned 18, I sold my business and we moved to another state. Everyone in our new town believed that we were husband and wife. We never told them otherwise.

Becky wanted me to breed her. And I too wanted to get her pregnant. Becky wanted to have a baby girl and raise her just the way she had been raised, to love her daddy and mommy in very special, very intimate ways. Becky taught me that incest could be amazing. But I wanted to make sure our child would be healthy and female. We took a trip overseas to a MOW/MOG clinic where we had the chance to select what kind of DNA would be involved in making our baby. Using some of Becky's eggs and specially selected sperm, Becky was implanted with several embryos. The doctors told us that only one embryo might survive, so we needed several to be sure. As it turned out, all three female embryos survived. Nine months later Becky gave birth to three non-identical baby girls, all of whom were blonde, blue-eyed, and beautiful.

I said with pride "They're all as beautiful as their mama."

Becky beamed her maternal smile at me while she held our three baby daughters in her arms. "And they're all going to learn to serve their papa the same way their mama does. Incest is best!"

Who am I to argue with that?

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