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BOUGHT AND SOLD I did a lot of research on the Net before I made my decision. I checked out poverty rates, child abandonment, slavery laws, adoption policy, age-of-consent laws…It was a hard decision, but I finally decided to go to *****. Being single with a good job and some family money, I had sufficient resources for the task. It took some time “on the ground”, so to speak, to find what I was looking for. I hired some locals to look for me, and I finally found her: a single mother, hooked on some addictive substance or other, with an only child, a preteen daughter who was actually quite cute, under the ubiquitous layer of dirt that all the local children seemed to wear. I made the approach carefully. It wasn’t too difficult, however; the mother was already selling her own body, and probably would have sold the girl’s soon, anyway. She was open to almost any offer that gained her the cash she wanted. It actually ended up costing me substantially less than I would have been willing to pay. The girl sat watching us with her big solemn eyes as we transacted business. Soon it was done; the mother was several thousand dollars richer, and had signed away all rights to the girl; the girl was now my slave, and my adopted daughter. The girl knew some English, and I had learned some of the local patois. I told her to follow me. She did so, glancing uncertainly at her mother. But the slattern ignored her daughter, fixated on her cash. I took the preteen by the elbow and led her out of the shack. I whisked her off to the house I had leased. Thinking ahead, I had more than one set of clothes for her already there. Her eyes widened as she saw the house, the kitchen (probably more food in one place than she’d ever seen), her room, her clothes, the toys, the bathroom. It was all fairly plain by American standards, but it must have seemed palatial to her. I showed her the tub, towels, and soap, and told her to wash well, and laid out fresh clothes for her to change into. She took forever (typical girl!), but finally she came out. She seemed to have figured out the clothes alright, even if they were unfamiliar to her. She was adorable. Her mother didn’t know exactly how old the girl was, but she looked to be about ten. She was now dressed in a sheer white blouse, the kind that is usually worn with a camisole, or at least a bra. I had given her neither. Her nipples could be clearly seen through the thin fabric. Her skirt was made for a plump 5-year-old; it rode up high on her thighs whenever she moved. She wore no panties; I had not provided her with any. The edge of her buttocks could be clearly seen if she moved even a little. Knee socks and saddle shoes completed the picture. I strolled around her, ogling her openly. She blushed prettily. I led her by the hand to a couch and sat her beside me. She vainly tried to conceal the edge of her girlcleft as she sat, the hem of her skirt riding up her thighs. Between her English and my limited command of her language I was able to get across to her that I had bought her, and she was now my slave. She seemed to know what that meant. A hopelessness began to fill her eyes. Then I told her that I had also adopted her, and she was now my daughter. That seemed to make her feel better. “As my slave, I can and will do anything to you that I want. Slaves are often whipped and abused. As my daughter, I will take care of you, make sure you get plenty to eat, the right clothes, and an education. I will love you and discipline you. You will be spanked quite often, and punished in other ways as well, any time I want to.” Her eyes widened as I explained these things to her. I also ordered her to call me “Daddy”, from then on. “As a matter of fact, I feel like punishing you right now,” I declared. So I pulled her over my knee, tossed up her little skirt, and gave her a brisk, business-like spanking, SMAK! SWAK! SMACK! “AAA! OOO! OH-OH-OH!” she cried out, wriggling and writhing on my lap. "Oh, Daddy, please!" After I had reddened her bottom sufficiently, I stopped spanking, and began rubbing her bottom, using both hands, pulling the cheeks apart to expose her pretty rosebud to the air, kneading and working. She moaned softly. After a bit I pulled her up and into my arms, enfolding her in a long hug, her face buried in my chest, staining my shirt with her tears, her little hands clinging to me. I rocked her there for a bit, then tipped her sweet face up for a kiss. So we started our new life together. She turned out to be really a good little girl, never giving me much trouble with her lessons (I homeschooled her), making her bed, eating her vegetables, or going to church. I spanked her every day, often 2 or 3 times in a day if I felt like it, or if she misbehaved. Really she never behaved badly, but occasionally she would forget herself, or I would exaggerate some flaw in her behavior as an excuse to tip her over my lap and smack her little bottom. And I always finished up by rubbing her reddened buttocks as she whimpered and moaned. For some reason I resisted using her body to relieve myself afterward, but I guess I just wanted to "delay gratification", so I just masturbated privately after her punishments. After 2 or 3 weeks, though, I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have her totally. I obtained the necessary documents to have us married legally in ****. Then I ratcheted up her punishment sessions to a new level. One evening I called her to me, riding crop in hand, and ordered her to strip. I had not used the crop, nor made her naked before, and she dithered for a moment, eyeing the crop and saying, "Oh, Daddy, do I have to?!" "No nonsense, young lady!" I barked, and flashed the strap-end of the crop onto her bare thighs, SMAK! "AH!" she yelped, and hurried to obey. She didn't have far to go; she was still forbidden to wear panties, camisole, or anything like it. In a few moments she stood naked before me except for her knee socks and saddle shoes. She was gorgeous. Long, silky hair. Face of an angel in despair, as she awaited her punishment. Heartbreakingly slender despite her recent improvement in nutrition, hips just beginning to flare, nipples slightly enlarged sitting on top of nothing but breast buds barely breaking the plane of her chest, and unfledged cleft peeping from between her slim thighs. I strolled around her, slapping the crop into my palm. She trembled and whimpered, blushing prettily down to the tips of her erect nipples. I flashed the crop out, SMACK! onto the back of her thighs. "AAH!" she yiped, and, "OOOH! AAA! O-O-O-O!" again and again as I brought the crop to bear repeatedly on her thighs and buttocks. Soon they were nicely reddened as she danced from foot to foot. Moving to her front, without warning I brought the crop down sharply onto first one nipple, then the other, WAP! SMAK! "AAAAA! OOOOOH! Oh, Daddy, my little breasts! AAA-AAA-AAA!" she cried out wildly as her breasts felt the sting of the crop over and over. Her nipples were soon erect and "blushing" for a different reason! When I was done whipping her breasts I tossed the crop aside and seized her tender breast buds, kneading and working them, pinching and twisting her nipples, as she gasped and moaned, "ssss—ooooh!". By then I was as hard as a rock, and I decided that tonight I would use her mouth to relieve myself. I took her in my arms and kissed her for a while, her tears staining my cheeks as she shyly gave me back little "butterfly" kisses. Then I sat her down and informed her that we were now married (she lit up the room with one of her rare smiles at this news), and it was time for us to begin to consummate our marriage. Of course she didn't understand this, so I explained that this meant I would now rape her. I told her she was to be raped in three different places, and tonight I would start by raping her mouth. I also ordered her to swallow what came out of me as I did so (but I told her, to her relief, that many girls swallowed this sort of thing, and it wasn't going to be pee!). I put her on my knees before me and ordered her to make a tunnel in her mouth with her tongue as the floor of the tunnel. I didn't really want her "sucking" or licking me; I preferred to control the action myself. Once she was in position I brought out my rod, to her widening eyes, and proceeded to insert it into her little mouth. I didn't want her to gag, so I refrained from thrusting all the way to her throat. I just worked it back and forth about halfway as she whimpered around the shaft. It wasn't long before the sight, sound, and feel of orally raping a pretty little preteen had driven me to distraction, and I emptied my load in her mouth. Like a good little girl she gamely swallowed it all down! The next night I announced that she was to be punished for some minor infraction or other. "Oh, Daddy, must I be punished?" she asked plaintively. But I was insistent. I bent her under my arm, tossed up her skirt, and gave her a quick spanking on her bare bottom as she yelped and fidgeted. Standing her up,
I swiftly stripped her naked, again admiring her sweet, ten-year-old charms.
I ran my hands up and down her body, pausing to squeeze and part her buttocks,
exposing her little rosebud to the cool air as she gasped. Up to her nipples,
seizing her little breasts again, kneading and working them. Then down,
down to the core of her being, for the first time cupping her unfledged
girlcleft, hefting it, pinching the tender lips, probing for her hymen
as she yipped, then pressing insistently against her clitoris, making
her tremble and moan. Soon there was a moistness about her vulva, and
I began spanking her frontally: sharp, medium-hard smacks that made her
jerk and cry out. I had a tube of lubricant on a table next to us, already
opened. I lubricated my free hand one-handed, and insinuated it between
her buttocks cheeks til I was at her bottomflower. I teased her there
for a moment, pressing, pinching, rubbing. Then I suddenly pierced her
anus, penetrated her de! Even before she had shuddered out the last of her orgasm, I draped her facedown over the edge of the bed, positioned my rod between her buttocks, and thrust deep into her anus. "AAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, and nearly fainted. I lay over her, not thrusting, just staying buried deep within her rosebud, as she wailed. Soon her distress died down to the occasional sob and sniffle. I began to work my tool in and out, first long and slow, then fast and hard, as she yelped rhythmically with each stroke, "AAA-AAA-AAA!" If taking her orally had been exciting, this was practically Nirvana! To be raping a pretty little preteen in her anus, having already spanked her on her cleft and made her come; there was no way I could hold back. In no time I was depositing my seed in her rectum as I drove deeply into her little bottom. The last night of our "honeymoon" I approached a little differently. After dinner I held her on my lap and spoke with her a while. I asked her what she thought of her life with me. Did she wish she were back in her old home? She shook her head, almost violently. Was she glad I had bought her? She peeped up at me from under her eyelashes and nodded shyly. I hugged and kissed her for a while, reveling in the knowledge that this sweet, pretty little preteen was mine to punish and rape. Soon I was running my hands over her slender body, zeroing in on her nipples and cleft. She gasped and moaned as I pinched, squeezed, and rubbed. I lay her back on the bed and began to kiss her all over: forehead, eyelids, glabella, the tip of her upturned nose, then long and sweet on her lips. I nibbled her neck, then slid down her chest to her nipples, sucking them and catching them in long, pulling bites that made her gasp. I slid down to her jewel of a navel next, pausing to blow a flurbish into it that made her giggle. Then suddenly I was there, essentially raping her cleft with my lips and tongue. I slid between her nether lips and pressed firmly against her hymen, making her cry out, then concentrated on her clitoris, taking it in long, excruciating bites between tongue and teeth, making her buck and moan. Soon her cries and writhing became more wild and intense. I knew she was nearing climax. I seized a groovestrap and brought it down sharply onto her gleaming, unfledged little-girl cleft, SMACK! "AAAAAAH!" she screamed, and came and came and came. Even as she did so, I positioned my rampant rod at her tender, abused cleft, and thrust firmly, driving for her cervix, raping her of her maidenhead. She screamed again, and then wept sweetly for a while. I lay buried to the hilt within her, pulsating. Soon her distress again had died down to the occasional sob and sniff. I commenced to piston in and out of her, pinning her to the bed with each stroke, wrenching cry after cry from her lips as, at the tender age of ten, she felt a grown man's tool sternly rape her punished girlcleft. The knowledge and
sensation of raping a pretty little preteen of her maidenhead was beyond
belief. Despite being able to relieve myself in her for the last two nights,
she was so tight, and the "scene" so intense, that in no time
I was emptying my seed at her cervix as she gasped and moaned. Then I
collapsed onto the bed, shifting off to the side so as not to put too
much weight on her, and held her as she sobbed out the last of her own
orgasm, and vented the intensity of her feeling from the rape of her maidenhood,
hugging me close, tears staining my shirt. Thus we lay together, me still
buried within her, as we fell into deep, sweet sleep. Tomorrow would be
another day to strip, spank, whip, and rape my pretty little preteen girlslave. |