BRADY BUNCH: JAN ON HER OWN

BY KENNA
kenna198401@aol.com

[ part 22 ]

Cindy and Bobby sat on either side of a naked and tied Jan. She was in her favorite position, spread eagle and waiting to be used. But the two preteens were taking their time about getting her warmed up. They were getting each other horny with stories about their encounters with other partners, willing and unwilling. She listened – that was all she could do – impatiently and with growing jealousy.

“I think she was about 25,” Bobby was saying. “I couldn’t tell and I didn’t care. All I noticed was her nice tits and pretty face. That and she was alone in the store at closing time.” He smiled at his cute, blond sister, ignoring the nude slave between them. “So, I went in and took my clothes off and put handcuffs on myself. Then, I went over to her. When she saw me she freaked.” He chuckled at the memory and took his cock in his hand, slowly stroking it.

“I dropped another pair of handcuffs on the floor and told her to lock the door and then put them on or I’d run out screaming. It didn’t take her long to figure out what would happen if I did that. So, she did what I told her. ‘Who is making you do this?’ she asked me as she looked around for someone else. Well, I had the key in my hands, so I unlocked myself. By then I think she’d figured out it was just me and she asked what I was going to do.”

“God, Bobby,” said Cindy. “How did you know she would put on the handcuffs?”

“She had to,” said her brother. “Well, I had one woman refuse once. I almost did run out naked and screaming, but figured there was no point in really getting her in trouble like that. I was bluffing and she knew it. Most of them don’t take the chance.

“I put the other pair of handcuffs on her ankles and pulled her back out of sight. I watched her eyes as I unbuttoned her blouse. They got big and wide as I started and she started trying to talk me out of taking it off her. I told her to shut up and called her a child molester. I said I’d tell the police she was kinky and asked me to chain her and strip her. ‘I’m only 10,’ I said. ‘How could I resist a grown woman showing off her body to me? I didn’t know it was wrong.’ By then I had her blouse open and pulled it off her shoulders down to her wrists. Then I unzipped her pants and slid them down to the floor.”

It thrilled Jan to hear a story about her little brother dominating a grown woman. But, at the same time, it annoyed her that she could have no similar experiences. As the family slave, she couldn’t very well go around asking strange men to rape her. The fantasy had entered her head more than once, but in her mind it always ended up the same. She’d have to dominate the man as Bobby did women and then she wouldn’t get to cum. ‘Show me your cock or I’ll scream,’ she thought in her fantasy. And even if they did, she couldn’t figure out a way to get them to whip her and rape her.

“She asked me what I was going to do again and this time I told her, ‘Everything you child molesting slut wants your little boy lover to do to you.’ I took off her bra and pulled her panties to the floor and ran my hands all over her body.”

Cindy, busy playing with her hot pussy, interrupted, “Would you take me with you next time, Bobby? I want to watch next time.”

“What do I get out of it?” smiled Bobby, liking the idea enough that his sister would have had to do nothing at all to get invited along next time.

“A blow job,” said the ten-year-old girl.

“Aw, I can get that anytime,” said Bobby.

“A blow job at dinner,” she said. “In the middle of dinner, I’ll get under the table, pull out your cock, and blow you while everybody watches.” She put her finger in her mouth and sucked on it, giving him a taste of what she would do for him.

“OK, that sounds good,” said the ten-year-old boy. “And, I get to watch you and your girlfriends next time you get it on.”

“No, that’s too much,” said Cindy. “But, I’ll give you a blow job at dinner. Then, if you eat my pussy at dinner, I’ll get my girlfriends to fuck you while I watch.”

“Deal,” said Bobby. His cock was throbbing and he finally turned his attention to the waiting slave. Over the next hour, Jan serviced her little brother and sister in every way she could imagine, finally cumming in a screaming orgasm herself. In the middle of her orgasm, the 12-year-old had a sudden vision. She came even harder just thinking about it.

The next day, Jan packed a few clothes into a backpack and walked the mile and a half to the bus station. She didn’t have money for a ticket and she didn’t plan to go anywhere. The pre-teen was trolling for a man who would abuse her the way she needed to be abused. It never occurred to her that if her plan was successful, she might never see her family again. The vision she’d had was of a total stranger fucking her senseless, totally out of control and being taken by a man not because he had to, but because he wanted to. Because he was a real child molester who would abuse her the way he had other girls. Somehow the words real child molester made it sound more ominous, even though her daddy was a real child molester, too.

Jan planned to sit in the bus station for about an hour and then go home. She would try once a week to act the role of a runaway. It didn’t even take 15 minutes. The man that sat down next to her looked pleasant and concerned. She thought her plan was off to a dismal start as he asked her if everything was OK and offered to take her home.

Jan shook her head, “No, thanks, mister, I’m going to… to… uh, see my … uh… aunt.” She tried to make it sound like she was making up the story on the spot.

“Oh,” said the man. “I thought maybe you were running away. You don’t have much packed. Not staying long with your aunt?”

“No, I’m not running away,” said Jan. “Just a couple of days, yeah, a couple of days.”

“Where does your aunt live?”

“Where?” asked Jan? She looked confused and saw a glimmer in the man’s eyes. “Uh, she lives in … uh… Richland,” she said finally.

“Problems at home?” asked the man.

“No, no, I said I’m not running away.”

“Honey, the last bus to Richland left two hours ago.”

“Oh,” said Jan. Damn, she thought to herself. Now she was going to have to let him take her home. There was a few seconds of silence. “OK,” she said. “But, I wasn’t going to run away for very long.”

“Of course not,” said the man. “My name is Bill, by the way.” He offered his hand like a gentleman and she shook it.

“Hi, Bill,” she said. He looked at her questioningly. “Oops, I’m Jan,” she said, answering his unspoken question. “You gonna make me go home now?”

“Not necessarily,” said Bill. “If you’re only planning to run away for a couple of days, I know a place you could stay. You wouldn’t have to buy a ticket or anything. You could stay just until you feel better.”

“No, thanks,” she said. She didn’t want to be rescued. She wanted to be taken. What she didn’t realize was that Bill was what she wanted, just not what she expected. He was too polite and too well dressed. She was expecting a sleazy looking guy to offer her money or candy or something.

“Now, now,” said Bill. “I won’t take no for an answer. It won’t do for a nice girl like you to be wandering around by herself. You never know what might happen to you. You’re coming home with me and that’s final.” He rose and waited for her.

“Where do you live?” she asked.

“Not far.”

Good, she thought. That way she could sneak out and walk home later. “Just for a couple of days,” she said as she stood.

The pair walked out of the bus station and Bill led her to a white four-door car. He opened the passenger door for her and shut it once she got in. As the door slammed, Jan ran her fantasy through her head. Locked in a strange car by a strange man. She was about to be taken. He would spirit her off to God knows where and fuck her hard. When Bill slid into the seat next to her, the fantasy faded. In its place was the thought – stuck with Mr. Goody-Two-Shoes, damn!

Bill drove through town, farther than Jan expected. When he turned on the highway, she started getting concerned. She’d never be able to walk home from this far away. She was about to confess that she didn’t really want to run away and wanted to go home now when Bill said, “You know something that always amazes me?”

“What?”

“That a cute little tart like you has no idea just how fucking sexy you are.”

“Huh?”

“You heard me, you little cunt. But, I’m going to teach you just how sexy you are and how a sexy little tart gets treated by a real man.”

Jan looked at Bill in surprise. The words coming out of his mouth just didn’t sound like Bill. But, she realized she knew nothing about him. Her assumptions about his look and manners were all wrong. She felt a stir of excitement in the pit of her stomach. What should she do now? She licked her lips and said with all the innocence she could muster, “What are you going to do to me?” Please, please, she was thinking. Tell me in exquisite detail. Get me hot.

“You’ll find out,” was all that Bill said.

“I wanna go home.”

“Oh, yeah, now you wanna go home.”

“Please, I thought you were nice. Please take me home.”

“Not a chance, honey,” said Bill. “You’re never going home again.”

Jan stared again at her captor as surprise surged through her again. That’s not the way the fantasy went. “No,” she whined. “You said just a couple of days.” But, even as she whined in real despair, she felt herself getting wet between the legs. It was really happening. She was totally out of control. Bill was going to rape her and then he was going to keep her. It was hard to keep from reaching for her tingling pussy right now. “Please don’t hurt me.”

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt you, honey. You’re going to learn a few things, but I don’t want to damage the merchandise.”

“Huh?”

“That’s how I make my money, honey,” said Bill. “Teach you and sell you to the highest bidder. Lots of men want little girls like you. Some want virgins, but I specialize in well trained little cock slaves who know how to serve a man.” He chuckled at a secret joke and then decided to share it with his captive. “Of course, the man that buys you probably won’t be as nice as me.”

Jan sat in silence. Somehow she had to enjoy her fantasy and then get away. Speeding down the highway at 65 miles an hour didn’t give her a chance of escape, but then she didn’t want to get away right now. She needed what Bill was going to give her and soon. Then she would have to think about escape… if it wasn’t too late by then.

Bill pulled off the highway and into a dirt pullout. There were no other cars in sight as he took Jan by the hair and pulled her out his side of the car. “Eee,” squeaked Jan as the pain gripped her scalp. She couldn’t struggle much, but felt the tingle of his control over her. Quickly he pulled her to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He pushed Jan into the trunk and bound her arms and legs quickly. Then, he slammed the trunk shut with Jan helplessly trapped inside.

The car jolted off, bouncing the thoroughly frightened 12-year-old around the tight confines of the trunk. None of this was going according to plan, but she couldn’t help but shudder from the immense thrill that gave her. She braced herself to minimize the bouncing, but found that difficult. At least the road was smooth and the bumps few once they got going. She guessed it was about 10 minutes before the car slowed and the road got bumpy. Another 5 minutes and the car stopped.

The trunk opened, dazzling Jan’s eyes. Throwing her over his shoulder, Bill quickly carried Jan inside. In the sudden brightness, Jan hadn’t seen any details around the house. She could see again once they were in the basement. The preteen felt completely powerless as she lay on the hard floor. She had no idea where she was, who she was with, or what was going to happen. Part of her wanted to scream at him – take me, rape me, make me. But another side of her wanted to play the innocent. She wanted him to be the aggressor, not herself. She wanted him to surprise her.

She was alone for a few minutes. While she waited, she relived the moments of fear and surprise. Never going home! Never going home! She belonged to him now and he was going to sell her to a dirty old man. The young girl squeezed her legs together, feeling the thrill in her pussy. He’d yanked her by the hair. God, she’d almost cum right then and there. Then, she was abruptly shaken out of her thoughts as the lights came on bright and temporarily blinding.

Bill waited for Jan’s eyes to focus. She was looking at his feet and rolled to look up at him. He hadn’t changed in appearance, but she knew now that he was the monster she’d been seeking. “Please,” she whined. “I’m a good girl. I wanna go home.”

“Oh, my poor honey girl,” said Bill softly. He undid the restraints on her ankles and then her wrists. He stood her up. “Poor, poor girl, you’ve got to realize that your life is never going to be the same.” The man took her chin in his hands and appraised his new property. “Lovely,” he said. “Blond, blue eyes, nice tight little body. Very pretty. You’ll bring a lot.” His hands firmly turned her around.

Jan had a flashback of the very first time she’d been raped by three boys. They’d looked at her, stripped her, and used her. Then she hadn’t realized how much she needed what they had done. Now she yearned for the same from the total stranger. “Nice ass, nice legs,” she heard. The back of her skirt was lifted up so her thighs were completely exposed. Modestly, she tried to push it back down.

Bill turned his captive back to face him and said, “Take off your clothes.”

“No.” Jan suddenly felt her head rock as Bill’s hand slapped her hard. She hadn’t expected that. Slapping wasn’t part of her expectations. “Don’t do that,” she said. “You said you wouldn’t hurt me.” Bam! Stars exploded in her eyes as he slapped her again. “That’s gonna leave a mark,” she said to him.

“I know just how much I can do to a little bitch like you before it leaves a mark and we aren’t there yet.” He raised his hand menacingly.

“I didn’t think a real man would slap a girl,” said Jan defiantly. Her head spun from another sharp slap across her stinging cheek. “I thought a real man might put me over his lap and whip me with his belt instead.”

“Don’t tempt me,” said Bill.

Jan spun halfway around and wiggled her butt at Bill. She really wanted him to stop hitting her face. Anything else was OK, but she didn’t want to be too stunned to enjoy herself.

“What the…?” said Bill. “Damn it.” Jan turned as his footsteps receded from her. He pulled a leather whip from the wall. “You’re gonna take your clothes off, or you’ll be sorry.”

Instead, Jan ran toward the stairs. She almost made but, winced as he grabbed her hair. “Aaa, aaa, ouch,” said Jan as he pulled her to a padded bar. He pulled her across it so her ass was sticking up in the air. The brief whistle told Jan that she was about to get her reward. Smack. “Aaaaaaaa.”

“Gonna take your clothes off now, honey?”

You gotta be kidding me, thought Jan. Do girls really give in this quick? She shook her head. Try nine more and I’ll consider it, she thought. Bill assaulted her panty-covered ass over and over, not counting, just whipping. He was surprised at how much the girl could take. Precisely at ten swats, Jan interrupted her screaming to beg, “Please, please, Bill, I’ll do it. I’ll take off all my clothes for you. I’ll show you everything. I’ll let you look all you want. Please, let me go and I’ll strip.”

Her ass stinging, Jan was stood up again. Breathing heavy, she fumbled with the buttons of her blouse. One by one she undid them and then pulled off her blouse. She put her hands over the small bumps in her bra. “Don’t stop,” warned Bill.

She reached behind herself and undid the clasp of her bra. Pulling it forward, she held it to her chest and said, “Please, I’ve never done this before.”

“I know,” said Bill. “That’s what makes it so much fun. Now drop the bra and lose the skirt.”

The girl dropped her white bra on the floor and felt a warmth in her pussy as she saw him smile. “You like them?” she asked, indicating the small mounds on her chest.

“Yes, honey,” said Bill. “I love sexy little girls your age. I love tiny little titties that nobody else has ever touched before.”

Jan worked on the zipper of her skirt. “You really think I’m sexy?”

“Every inch of that tight little body.”

She slid the skirt down and stood in just her panties, shoes, and socks. She knelt to take off her shoes and socks. Standing, she said, “I don’t even have hair on my pussy. I suppose you want to see that, too.”

Bill nodded. It felt so wonderful, so naughty to Jan as she slipped her panties off. She posed for him, her hands at her sides. Again she felt a thrill at the thought of a total stranger staring at her. “Well, see, you can be a little slut, can’t you?” said Bill. “That didn’t hurt, did it?”

Jan rubbed her sore ass, “Yes, it did.”

“That’s right, slut,” said Bill. “It hurt because you didn’t cooperate. Taking your clothes off didn’t hurt and nothing I’m gonna do is gonna hurt. But, I’ll hurt you if you don’t cooperate.”

“Uh huh,” said Jan meekly.

“Now, over here,” said Bill and he led the way toward a mattress on the floor.

Jan stood her ground.

“Dammit! I’m going to have to punish you again,” said Bill.

“No, please, not on my bare bottom,” whined Jan. “I’ve got nothing to protect me.”

“Give me these.” Bill yanked her hands together in front of her and pulled her away from the mattress. He pulled her to a dresser and found some rope. Quickly and expertly he tied her wrists together in front of her. He sneered at her. “Now you’ve got nothing to protect that sweet ass of yours, not even your hands can get in the way.” He raised the belt and whipped it across Jan’s helpless ass.

“Aaaa, eeeee,” screamed the 12-year-old. “Eeee, please, no, no, don’t.” She let herself be dragged all the way to the mattress, her captor whipping her all the way. “What do you want?” She was thrown down on the mattress.

Bill tied the girl’s legs to the corners of the mattress. He straddled her nude body as he untied her hands. Quickly he tied her hands to the corners of the mattress and Jan found herself in her favorite position. Not satisfied with that, he tied ropes around her knees and pulled them wide open, tying the ropes to the side of the mattress. It was an unfamiliar position for Jan. She really had no control now. She couldn’t even close her knees to keep him from her pussy. This was more than she’d bargained for. He could fuck her without her surrender. He didn’t have to whip her. She wasn’t going to get to cum!

Suddenly she started to struggle. “What are you going to do?” she asked in horror.

Bill simply smiled as he shed his own clothes. As he removed his underwear, he started to stroke his already hardened cock. His cock was the size of Greg’s cock, about 6-inches long. He drank in the nude helpless form as he stroked himself to full erection. Finally he said, “I’m going to fuck your hot little virgin cunt, you little slut. I’m going to show you what that cunt of yours is made for. I’m going to fuck you hard and often and you’re going to learn to enjoy it.”

“No, don’t,” she begged in real horror. She felt the wetness in her pussy, but knew that she wouldn’t cum for him – not like this. He was going to use her, fuck her, shoot his cum inside her, tease her, and never make her cum.

Bill knelt down between the legs of the preteen and ran his hands over her helpless body. His hands ran from her smooth calves up her warm and tender thighs, stopping just short of her lovely cunt. Again and again he fondled her beautiful legs. Precum was leaking out the tip of his cock as he reached for her incredible tits. He fondled her small mounds, making the tiny nipples stand up hard. Then, he laid his body down on hers, pressing his lips against hers and forcing his way into her mouth. Jan felt violated as she had never been before. The other times had been fun and games with her family. This was for real. She was about to be raped.

“Please, don’t,” she begged. “Don’t touch me like that.” It felt too good. His mouth pressing on hers again cut her off. She fought with his tongue, feeling it deep in her mouth, penetrating without her consent. Jan tried to squeeze her legs shut, to deny him access even as she felt his hardness rubbing on her cunt lips. It was all in vain.

“My, my,” said Bill. “You’re mind is saying no, no, no, but your body is saying yes, please.” He was amazed at how wet the child’s pussy was. Rubbing his cockhead between her hairless lips, he saw it glisten as he withdrew it. “Ready or not, my little virgin, your moment has arrived.” He put his cock at the entrance to her pussy and slid it in a couple of inches. There was, of course, no resistance. The rapist was unfazed. He’d taken several girls and knew that sometimes the hymen was gone, even from virgins. All six inches sank into the girl’s tight cunt. As always, the moment of conquest felt wonderful to the man. “Mmmm,” he moaned in pleasure.

The cock felt no different than any of the many others that Jan had experienced. Yet, there was something different. She couldn’t get it out of her head that she was being raped. This was what she had wanted, but somehow even in her fantasy she had had some control. No, no, she would scream, until he whipped her. This was no fantasy… he was inside her and she hadn’t been able to prevent it no matter what she wanted. “My God,” she moaned aloud. “You’re raping me.”

“That’s right, honey. You’re mine and I’ll do whatever I want.”

“No, no, please, don’t,” she cried. “This isn’t right. You can’t do this. Stop. Please, Bill, don’t rape me. Not like this.”

The pleas were music to his ears. Bill kept stroking his cock in and out of the tight pussy, unaware that many had preceded him. The tight body under him was reacting just like it was her first time. Then he felt the change. Her body settled into his rhythm and her breathing became deep and ragged. “Fuck me, master.” The words were so faint he thought he’d imagined them. “Fuck me harder, master.” He looked into the girl’s face and watched her lips move. “Fuck me harder, faster, harder, master.”

“You fuck bunny, slut,” he said. She was enjoying it! He’d never had a girl enjoy her first fuck, her first rape.

“God dammit,” whined Jan in disbelief. “You’re going to do it. You’re going to make me cum. Fuck me, master. Rape my virgin cunt, harder, deeper. I can’t stop you. I can’t. I don’t want… I… oh, God.” Her eyes opened wide and looked into her master’s eyes. “Own me, use me, take me, please, master, I’m yours.” She kept her hips pounding even as the man, taken by surprise, slowed his thrusts. As she felt him slow, she growled at him, “Don’t stop now, master, make me a woman. Show me. Make me. Take…mmmm…. mmm…. eeeeee,” she screamed as an orgasm swept through her body.

The sight of the heaving, sweaty body under him wracked in orgasm drove Bill on. He picked his pace back up, thrusting as hard and fast as he could. The young girl continued to toss in orgasm as his own overcame him. He felt his cock spasm and a huge load of cum burst from his cock deep inside her. Again and again he shot off into the tight cunt. She kept cumming and he kept thrusting even as his satiated cock wilted. Finally he was too limp to continue, his cock flopping out and dangling uselessly. Exhausted, he fell on top of her.

“Touch me,” she begged into his ear. “Please, make me cum again and I’ll suck you like you’ve never been sucked before.” He rose up and looked Jan in the eye. “Please, master,” she said sweetly.

The child molester bent to the task of molesting the child he had tied up. His hand went to her sopping pussy and found the swollen clit. He pinched it and fingered it hard and fast. To his amazement, the girl’s body arched up off the mattress almost immediately. “Eeeeeee, aaaaa,” screamed Jan. “Master, do me, yes, yes, oh, holy fuck, I never… never… oh, knew it… could…mmmm, yes, be like this.” In the midst of her orgasm, she found her master’s eyes again and said, “Mmm, yes, daddy, your little girl loves it when you fuck her, daddy.”

Bill was astonished at the effect the girl had on him. Those words tumbled out of her mouth, daddy, little girl, fuck her. He was hard again. He wanted to do her again and he knew she wanted it. But, he was more astonished when Jan said, “Daddy, your little girl wants to taste her cum and your cum on your big hard cock.”

The master scrambled up to put his cock to her mouth. With it poised right in front of her lips, Jan suddenly yelled, “No, I can’t. Not yet.”

“What?!” shouted the frustrated man.

“A good girl doesn’t suck cock, master. Unless you make me. Whip me. Make me suck it.”

It was slowly dawning on Bill that he hadn’t picked up an ordinary girl. Maybe she wasn’t even a virgin. This was the second time, no, the third time, that she’d asked for a whipping. He grabbed his pants and unthreaded the belt. “You want daddy’s belt, fuck bunny?”

“No, no, don’t,” cried Jan.

Bill hesitated. She’d just asked for it, hadn’t she? Now what? Bill’s cock said, ‘Figure it out later, daddy, whip her and feed her.’ He slapped the belt across her thighs and heard the satisfying sound of her screams. Again and again he whipped her until she stopped him.

“Now, master,” she said. “Please, let me suck my cum off your cock. Stuff it in my mouth and choke me with it.”

Bill tossed the belt aside and put his cock to Jan’s mouth again, wondering if she was going to change her mind again. But, this time, her mouth opened wide. He tentatively slid his cock in a couple of inches. No need to take her literally and choke her with it, he thought. She wrapped her lips around it and sucked hard, and then with a lurch of her head, she sank the cock in her throat to the hilt. She pulled back, turning her head to the side so the cock fell all the way out. “I said stuff it in my hot little virgin mouth, daddy. I want your cock inside me again.”

Bill didn’t hesitate this time. He plunged his cock into her waiting mouth again and enjoyed the feeling of her lips wrapped around the base of his cock and her throat massaging him deeply. Bill pounded his cock in and out of her mouth like he was fucking a pussy. She never broke rhythm with him, sucking, licking, blowing, and breathing with such skill that he knew he wasn’t the first or even the second to be where he was now. But, he didn’t care. He’d never had a blowjob like this one and he wasn’t going to question it now.

He’d just unloaded in the girl’s cunt minutes before. The feeling was incredible, but he could tell he wasn’t going to cum quickly. He pulled out of her incredible mouth and started stroking his cock. He wanted to cum in her mouth, maybe shoot it on her face, but he didn’t want to wear her out. “What’s wrong?” asked Jan in surprise. “Wasn’t I doing it good?”

“No, you were doing great,” said Bill. “I just… don’t… aren’t you tired?”

“Of sucking your cock?” she said like he could have asked nothing more stupid.

“Well, yeah.”

“Want to fuck me instead? No, no, I got it. Dip it in my pussy again so it gets the taste of our cum on it and let me suck it some more.”

“You’re twisted,” said Bill.

“Hey, you’re the child molester,” said Jan.

“You knew that?”

“I was hoping.”

“You wanted this?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“You want me to whip you, fuck you, everything?”

“Shit,” said Jan. She looked away from her new master. “I can’t cum unless I get whipped or raped or something.”

“Damn,” said Bill sitting back, his cock shrinking to normal size. He got up and put on his underwear and pants. When he came back he said, “You seduced me.”

“Well, I hadn’t counted on the selling me to some other guy part,” she said. “You still gonna to that?”

“You want me to?”

“Does it matter?”

“Maybe.”

“I was hoping you’d take me home now.”

“Yeah, right, like that’s gonna happen.”

“No, really, I mean, my mom and dad and brothers and sisters all do this to me. They won’t mind. Heck, they’d probably like to meet you. You gonna untie me soon?”

“I don’t know.” Bill had met his match.

“I’m not going anywhere.” She looked at her bindings and then smiled at him. “I mean, if you untie me, I won’t go anywhere. You can even tie me up later if you want.”

Shaking his head, Bill untied his captive. The nude girl pushed him to the floor and straddled him. She leaned forward and gave him a kiss. “Thanks, that was fun.” Then, accusingly, “Even if you didn’t finish it.” Then, she asked brightly, “Can I come over and play again later?”

“I never asked you how old you are.”

“12, how ‘bout you?”

“42, and I suppose your name really is Jan.”

“Yeah, you mean yours isn’t Bill?”

“No,” he said. “But you can call me master or daddy if you like. That was incredible.”

“Yeah, my daddy likes it, too, the daddy part I mean. My brothers and sisters like master or mistress.”

“Damn it, though,” said Bill. “I have a business to run. If I don’t sell you, I may not get another girl for a month. I gotta make money, honey.”

Jan ran her hands over her small breasts. “You could sell this, daddy? I’m the best fuck and best blowjob you’ll ever have. You could sell my hot little body to the highest bidder?… hmmm, not that that doesn’t sound inviting, but I might get a real asshole for an owner. I’d much rather fuck you, daddy.”

“Business is business, honey.”

“OK, business is what you want? I’ll earn my freedom, how’s that? Imagine how many other girls I can bring to you. How many do you get a month now?”

“Two if I’m lucky.”

“I’ll bet I could bring you two a week.”

“How?”

“I just make friends with a girl you pick. You don’t even have to take chances. I bring them to you. A girl my age won’t trust you, but she’ll trust me.”

Bill thought about how hard it was to pick up girls. Nowadays they were always on the alert. It was getting tougher and Jan’s idea made sense. “Why would you do that for me?”

“Like I said, to earn my freedom.”

“You really think you could do that? I mean, lure an innocent little girl into my clutches knowing that she’ll never see her family again.”

“Hey, you’re the one that said I’m twisted.”

“That I did,” agreed Bill.

“Besides, I enjoy it so much myself, I think every hot little girl my age ought to feel what it’s like to be owned. I’ll really enjoy watching you with them for their first time. We can even teach them to lick pussy,” she said, pointing at her own.

“We’ll give it a try,” laughed Bill, pulling the little girl down to kiss him again. Jan purred as he ran his hands over her lithe young body.

“You promise to let me go after a month,” said Jan. “Eight girls in a month and I’m free.”

“You deliver eight girls and you’re free,” said Bill.

“Mmm hmm,” sighed Jan as she snuggled with the child molester. “But right now I’m famished and tired. What have you got to eat?”

After dinner was finished and the dishes done, Jan headed for the door. “Gotta get my bag. It’s still in the car.” She was out the door so fast that Bill hardly realized it.

Jumping to his feet, the kidnapper realized that he’d just walked out of the house, free as a bird. He rushed to the door expecting to chase after her as she fled for freedom. Instead, he opened the door in a panic and saw her open the car door and rummage around. She stood up with her backpack in hand and came back toward him. She brushed by him at the door and said, “I’m bushed. Where do I sleep?”

“I just have one bed,” said Bill.

“That’s OK,” said Jan. “Is it big enough for both of us?”

“Yeah,” said Bill. “Down the hall, last door on the right.”

“Perfect.” She walked down the hall.

A few minutes later the preteen returned. Bill stared at the baby doll nighty that she was wearing. It was nearly sheer, giving a hint of her growing young body underneath. She walked up to him and gave him a peck on the cheek. “G’night, daddy. Don’t wake me in the morning unless you’re ready to rape me. Oh, and yeah, don’t make me say this again. It is possible to be too gentle with me. But, probably pretty hard to be too rough.” Aware that he was watching her as she walked away, she flipped up the back of her nighty, flashing the tiny matching panties.

Jan slept well that night and woke up the next morning in Bill’s arms. He was nude and she discovered her panties were on the floor beside the bed. She shivered at the thought of him molesting her in her sleep and a tingle spread between her legs. She took his cock in her hand and stroked it to hardness, then sucked it into her mouth. She counted 30 slow strokes and then stopped. She wanted him horny, not satisfied.

When Jan got up to go to the bathroom, she found the bedroom door padlocked shut. “Hmmph,” she said aloud. “No trust around here, I guess.”

She waited a few minutes, but now that the thought of peeing had occurred to her, she couldn’t wait long. Shaking her captor awake, she said, “Bill, I have to pee. You locked us in here and I gotta pee.”

Apologetically, Bill said, “Just not sure about you yet.” He unlocked the door and let her use the bathroom. After the toilet flushed, he heard the shower start. Still suspicious, he thought the sound might be used to cover her escape. He went into the bathroom to find her in the shower. As he stepped up to the toilet to relieve himself, he heard Jan say, “Join me in the shower. Don’t pee in the toilet, come in here.”

He wasn’t above peeing in the shower, so he stepped in with the preteen. “I’ve never tried this before,” said Jan, taking his cock in her hand. She pointed it at her chest and said, “Now pee.” She’d been peed on before, but she’d never held a cock while it peed. Just as she suspected, she felt the stream running through Bill’s cock as it splashed pee on her. “Feels funny,” she said as she pointed it all over her chest and pussy, smiling up at Bill as she did. She figured he thought she was twisted enough already, so she didn’t drink any of his pee. Maybe later.

After breakfast, Jan said, “What’s next? Rape me or go get another girl?”

“We go check out another girl, but we don’t get her today. Then, we come back and you’ll get your pretty little ass raped good.”