So, a few of you filthy pricks have asked how I got this way. Was I molested? Who raped me? What horrible external event made me degenerate into a pathetic little slut? Boy, are you perverts in for a shock! I mean, talk about barkin'up the wrong fuckin tree guys! Guess it's time I started sharing my origin story. Hehhehheh it sounds like I'm some kinda superhero, which isn't all that far from the truth...

For those of you too fuckin demented to know or care, there's this concept: Child Prodigy. There's this other concept: Born Fucking Genius. Mozart composed and played violin for fucking monarchs, back when they meant shit. Helio Gracie rewrote an entire long-standing martial art from the ground up as a sick boy who'd NEVER FUCKIN TRAINED. Why it's so challenging to think that a girl could be born to fuck harder and better than all the whores before her I'll never know, but I really don't fuckin care...

Now I got my little outburst out the way, I'll let you know when "It" started. According to my Daddy, my mom left when I was two. She couldn't handle my "Chronic, violent masturbation". All I know is I don't remember a time I didn't know how to get myself off. Rubbing, prodding, jamming, slapping, pinching, and fingerfucking. Daddy told me he watched me cum as I felt my hymen break on my third birthday. Daddy still didn't understand like he does now, and was worried for me, so he sent me to a kiddie psych specialist. Apparently this guy knew everything about girls frigging, and Daddy was getting more than a little distressed. As he told me, a normal Daddy finds it confronting when their 3yo daughter sits on the couch watching Tellytubbies with her ankles behind her head and three fingers in each hole, squealing and moaning. Daddy's get told that there's no way normal men get hard over their little girl, and Daddy was having to jack off 8 times a day just to stop himself from raping me silly! Sometimes I'd see him doing it while he watched me slap my little holes around, trying to be sneaky in his pants...

Anyways, the big game-changer was Dr. Jordan. From our first session, he was learning from me as much as I was from him. Y'see, till me, he'd had all these Victorian style sexist theories on why girls rubbed down there, even explaining away girlcums as something else! But there was me, happy and turned on as all fuck when a grownup asked me to show him what I did to myslef! I pulled off my Poo Bear panties, sat up on his desk in front of him, spread my legs wide (and fuck am I a flexible little twat), kicked my hips foreward to proudly display my shining sticky fat swollen pink babybox. I heard him gasp as I reached in and slowly parted my closed puffy outer cushion to show my reddish-pink drooling miniscule inner fuckslot, with it's almost invisible clitty and complete lack of inner lips. I saw him break into a sweat as I slowly slid all four fingers of my left hand around my pussyrim to wet them up, then POP! audibly forced them all in at once. He asked me, in shaking voice, how it made me feel to do that. I told him it felt real fuckin good, but I couldn't get deep enough. I needed more length. Later, he told me that that had been the first time I made him cum, thinking about how hungry for rape I clearly was!

Still, he kept his hands off me at first, studying all my techniques up close for the first two weeks (we had two 2-hour sessions a week). He watched as I pinched and pulled my nipples, as I choked myself while I fistfucked my butthole, as I slapped myself as hard as I could while squeezing my clitty and pulling it an inch from my body. During these sessions he videotaped me closely, masturbated under his desk continuously, and eventually formed his understanding of my circumstances: That I was a whore-prodigy! By five, I'd be either dead from random child molesters taking easy advantage of my ignorant eagerness, or I'd be a godess of fuck. So he set about planning my education.

Dr. Jordan talked my Daddy into giving me into his care for three months. He closed the resto of his practice down, in order to give me his full attention. He sat me down on the first day and told me what I was, what I needed, and what he'd do to help me get it. I didn't understand all that much, so he skipped to plan B: Visual aides. He started me on basic run-of-the-mill straight XX porn. There I was, sittling in my little armchair, wearing only a niniskirt, absently fingerfucking my asspipe, when from the bigscreen TV (right after the FBI warning, lol!) a choir of angels sang to me. The apple fell on my head. My father handed me the violin. The whole universe opened up its arms and swept me up in its loving embrace. Now, I knew my place in the world, and all was right and holy! By the end of the first movie, I'd slicked the whole seat of my chair. I knew almost instinctively why men looked at me the way they did when I played with myself. I knew my Daddy and Dr. Jordan desperately wanted to fuck me, but I knew I needed to learn more, first. Over the coming weeks Dr. Jordan taught me worlds of knowledge about vocabulary, posture, pain/pleasure, the minds of men (both explicitely and from my own observations of him), things like the lolita complex, the electra complex (man was Freud ever a fuckin pervert! So wrong about so much, but fuck was he ever an incest-lovin pedophile!) and more! There were physical components too, like learning to lapdance both innocently and whorishly, the kissing spectrum (from sweet little girlypecks to drooling, spit-swapping toungefencing), exercises for my insides and outsides, stretching likewise... At one point in there I caught an episode of Buffy The Vampire Slayer, and wondered why her watcher wasn't pushing her harder. She clearly needed it!). Over this time, a bond developed. Not love exactly, more like Socratese and Plato. Cherished master and perfect student. Every test he set, I excelled at, every expectation surpassed. yet all the way till the last day, I never saw his cock. He never touched my holes any more than was nesiccary. Quite frankly, it shat me up the fuckin wall...

Still, as he'd told me all throughout, the key to my freedom to pursue my calling lay in seducing my Daddy. And one of the key parts of the plan was to play on the innocent/fuckdoll dialectic. I needed to be (as far as men think of it anyway) a virgin. I needed to make Daddy my first fuck. It was then that I had my first true babyslut inspiration. I batted my mascara'd eyelashes at him (makeup class earlier :p) and asked in my bestest little babydoll voice (complete with subtle hint of lisp) "D. Jordan, if I'm gonna be a dirty lil fuckin slut, surely I need to be able to lie about my experiences?". That startled him a bit, so I moved in for the kill, "besides that, you don't use a gun before ya test it, right? What 'f I can't get my cervix around a real cock yet? What if my pussytube is too strong and hurts his cock too much? Also, there's one other thing" now I deployed looking coyly away and in my crackin, sheepish little virgin voice mumbled "and I really want you to be my first, sir. I.... I think I love you..." That did it! I could see the change come over his face immediately! "Plus, how else will I know If I like the taste of nasty old-man cock? Get it out sir! Take out your fat fuckstick and slap my little dollface with it!" Boy, did that do it! Three minutes later I had my firlst ever load of hot, nasty, tangy, salty, clumpy old man cum on my face, my tongue, and in my belly! Within fifteen minutes I'd been pounded and spurted in all three holes brutally! Until that day (all 7 1/2 hours of it in total) I'd never felt a real cock, or cum from anothers touch. Now I knew my destiny was to be the best at this that I could be! As I lowered by shitpipe down on Dr. Jordans still hard, yet severely chafed rapewand, I decided to test one more play out. "Sir, I'm only nearly four, and you're about to rape my little babyarsehole for the fifth time today! I never did anything mean to you, but you've abused my mind and my body so cruelly and completely! Are you some kind of horrible child molesting monster to be ruining my life so totally?" On the last word I made contact with his angry knobend, and whimpered like a kicked puppy. "I...it huuuurts!", I whined as I pushed down on his meatsword, impaling my tiny arsepipe, "Please, stop waping me Doctor!". With that, he grabbed my hips and lunged into me so hard I nearly broke character and giggled, but I managed to turn it into a stuttering and pathetic cry of "No-o--o---ooooo--o--o-o!" As he drooled his leftovers deep enough in my bowels to be digested, he pulled one of my nipples out from my chest hard, and slapped me so hard I saw stars! OMG, best feeling EVER!

That's all I got time for right now you sick fucks, next I gotta finish up tellin you 'bout my modeling career. You are a needy bunch of fuckers, aren't you? And that's why I love you all!

Yours,
Nikki XXOO