A VISIT TO PP3

BY NAP

[ part 3 ]

Note: This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse – physical, sexual, psychological and emotional – to any person of any age.

 

Later that evening, the four girls were lined up in front of me. When I say ‘lined up’ I mean it twice over, for not only were the children in a line, but they were also suspended from a line so that only their toes touched the floor.

They were in order of age, but not in height, for, although Ellerie and Anastasia were both eleven, Ellerie was a few months older and Anastasia was a few inches taller. So, looking from my left to right, I saw Chantou, the little nine-year-old Cambodian; Ophelie, the ten-year-old French intellectual; Anastasia, the slender Russian; and beautiful Ellerie, who was from California. And very charming they looked. Each had a pair of soft cuffs around her wrists, fastened by Velcro and linked by a braided cord with a metal ring in the centre. Through each of these rings was a rope that Julie, my sixteen-year-old aide, had attached to the long gallery that ran the length of the huge sitting room. Julie had precisely adjusted the lengths of the ropes so that each was just long enough to allow the child on its end to support herself on her bare little toes. And not only the girls’ toes were bare. All four were totally naked – except, to be entirely accurate, Ophelie, who was wearing her spectacles. This was not only to allow her to see exactly what was happening or about to happen, but also because I believed they set off her pretty, intelligent little face to perfection.

Thankfully, Ellerie had at last stopped wailing. Ever since I had selected the lovely American girl during the afternoon, she had kept up a noisy complaint against her fate. Perhaps she had finally run dry of tears. More likely is that when Julie prepared the girls for the evening’s pleasure – my pleasure, that is, not theirs! – she warned that making a lot of fuss was likely either to annoy me or, perversely, excite me to even greater torments. Ellerie should, in any case, have been able to withstand her present position better than most, for I knew her to be a good athlete and skilled dancer and so used to standing on her toes.

Ophelie, my other new acquisition, was clearly doing her best to concentrate her considerable brain to combat the tortures of her body, breathing steadily, not wasting her strength and trying alternately to rest her toes or wrists. But to be honest there was little enough she could do to relieve the pressure. She was certainly the cleverest person present, but she had no power and very little physical strength, making her enormous intellect almost worthless.

I sat and sipped my wine and continued to stare at the girls. Their stretched posture altered their body shapes, pulling in their stomachs, pushing out their ribs and flattening such bust as they had, which was not much in most cases; only Ellerie having more than the beginnings of breast development. The enforced pose also seemed to lengthen their legs and emphasised their calves as they stood on tiptoe.

The strain was beginning to tell. The girls’ breath was becoming shorter and their legs were starting to wobble. I took more sips of wine; it was an excellent vintage – I like to think I am a cultured man. I stood up and slipped off my clothes until I, like they, was naked.

Unlike some men, I make no exaggerated assertions for the size of my penis: six and seven-eighths inches is the most I can lay claim to when fully erect, but even that must have seemed pretty monstrous to the four little girls under my command. To be sure, they looked at it in horrified fascination. Of course, Chantou and Anastasia had already tasted it and Chantou had taken at least the first few inches up her delectable bum. Nonetheless, she as much as the others appeared to have no appetite for the attentions of my crowing cock.

I walked towards my line of mesmerised girls. From the corner of my eye I saw Julie too seemed enthralled by my upstanding prick. I ignored her and concentrated on my young quartet. Who should I approach first? I decided on Anastasia because I had used her only lightly the previous evening and I wished to keep the two newcomers in suspense – figuratively and literally – a little longer. I went close to her – she could do nothing to stop me – and rubbed myself against her. Although tall for her age, Anastasia was a lot smaller than I, so it was her belly and lower rib cage that I prodded with my erect penis. She tried to wriggle away from it, but of course she could not. I put my hand between her lean legs and felt for her slit. Reflexively, she attempted to twist away and close herself against my intrusion, but her resistance was futile. Under my insistent pressure, Anastasia’s lips unwillingly parted. She squirmed, as my fingers slipped along her groove. The previous evening I had seen this child repeatedly, reluctantly respond to the attention of Chantou’s tongue and now, despite her obvious aversion, she could not help flooding herself with juice to ease my passage. My fingers slipped deeper and I felt an obstruction. I explored this, and she winced and gasped. I withdrew.

One of the reasons that the girls at PP3 were made to take such a lot of intense exercise was to stretch, weaken or even rupture their hymens, so that when their virginities were taken the physical obstacle would be slight, although the moral, emotional and psychological barriers would remain. In Anastasia’s case, the seal obviously remained intact, though how firmly time would tell.

I left Anastasia panting and moved on to the beautiful Ellerie. She gasped with horror as my hard length rubbed across her tummy. “Oh don’t! Please don’t!” she moaned, which was very naughty as they had all been told not to speak unless in answer. I considered gagging her for her insolence, but chose an easier way of shutting her up. I bent my knees to bring our heads level and kissed her sweet full lips, forcing them apart and pressing my tongue into her mouth. She struggled against me and I felt delicious sensations as, not only was I enjoying her mouth but my changed stance had brought my cock lower so that it was now pressing between her thighs. Her curiously coloured eyes widened in terror at what I might do, but I did not believe I could easily rape her maidenhood from her in this position even had I wanted to, and anyway this was a gratification I preferred to take at my leisure. Instead, I put my hands on her developing breasts which felt firm and well-formed beneath grasp. As I rubbed these small but perfectly formed breasts, I was instantly rewarded as her nipples hardened, though perhaps as much from stress as physical desire. My tongue searched out hers and wrestled with it. A shudder ran through her body – Disgust? Delight? – I cannot tell. I took my mouth from hers and stood more upright. My hand moved between her legs. Like Anastasia, she instinctively tried to protect her most intimate part by closing her legs, and as her thighs were much more firmly rounded, she had more success. But a child on tiptoe with her wrists tied above her head is no match for a grown man, especially one as determined as I, and I wedged my knees between her legs and forced them wide so that all Ellerie achieved was that her feet no longer supported her and she dangled helplessly as my finger freely groped her cunt. Unlike Anastasia, she did not immediately oil my entry, and it was hard going getting past her dry lips. But with her legs wide-open she could not stop me from going where I wished and my middle finger explored her to the knuckle without discovering any impediment to my entry. So her hymen was no more, but I guessed from her lack of sexual response that this was a consequence only of her active lifestyle rather than any male intrusion. Despite her dryness my exploratory digit detected that her vagina was capacious..

I removed my finger and walked round behind her. She twisted her head in anxiety to see what I might do next, but I snapped at her to face forwards and with a tremulous moan she obeyed. Ellerie’s bum, like the rest of her, was a joy to behold. Her recent pubertal changes to her juvenile body had widened her hips and broadened her bottom and had laid down a deeper layer of sub-cutaneous fat to give it a truly superbly rounded shape with just the right amount of jutting prominence desirable in a young girl. I considered the many pleasures that bottom could deliver. It was just made for spanking, though to judge from Ellerie’s response to Julie’s smacks she was not accustomed to corporal punishment. Well, she would have to get used to it here. I moved close to her so that my cock pressed against her concave spine and my balls rested on that jutting bum. My thighs pressed against the silky soft squashiness of her buttocks. It was delicious.

I moved on before I became carried away; back to Anastasia whose bum was small and slender. Still, it had its attractions. I slapped it hard and a startled “Ouch!” of pain escaped the Russian’s lips as she jiggled on the end of her rope. I pushed closer and rubbed my cock on the cloak of Blonde hair that swept don almost to her hips. I took some silky strands and wrapped them around my cock which delighted in that glorious bondage. Once again, I had to stop before my feelings overcame me.

I walked round Anastasia and stood in front of my pretty French girl. Ophelie’s dark eyes were not quite able to hide her nervousness, but I could see that she was doing her best to control herself. I imagined that huge computing brain calculating the best strategy to avoid too much pain and humiliation. She was wasting her time, of course; she would get what I wished for her. Nonetheless, I liked her for trying; her high intelligence would add spice. As with Anastasia and Ellerie, I moved in close and rubbed my cock and balls against her small tummy. I am sure she did not like it, but she stood still, breathing steadily. I reached for her breasts, which were not much to be honest, just small cones of flesh, mostly flattened just now by her posture, but with surprisingly long nipples. I tweaked these and Ophelia’s face could not help grimacing. I smiled at this standard response. I moved my hand down to her hairless slit. Unlike the other two, Ophelie was sensible enough actually to open her legs a little to allow easier access to my hand. My middle finger stroked the line of her vulva. She shuddered and I wondered whether she was disgusted, frightened or excited. Not the last, I thought, as she was quite dry when my middle finger sought entry. But I persisted and she shut her eyes. A little drop of love oil eased my way – I wondered if she had willed it. But she was very tight and I did not press on any further just then but removed my hand and moved round behind her. Her bottom was small and round – typical of the ten-year-old she was. Her dark plaits hung below her shoulder blades. I pushed close and pressed my cock against her narrow back. I took hold of the ends of her two plaits and slowly bent my knees so that my cock slid down over her bumpy backbone and along the soft crease of her bottom. Naturally, her head had to follow her hair and her neck bent backwards. Her body shook with strain from this stretched position but apart from juddering gasps, she made no protest. I held her so only a short time before releasing her. The little French girl had my respect, which unfortunately for her would probably inspire me to more cruelty.

I left Ophelie and turned my attention to Chantou. I looked at her rounded little body elongated somewhat by the rope. I had explored her more thoroughly than any of the others, as she had been the focus of the previous evening’s entertainment. I recalled her talented tongue and receptive bum with satisfaction. I tickled her between her plump thighs and she squirmed. I grinned at her, but she did not grin back.

I walked away from my suspended victims and considered what to do next. I turned to my teenage aide. “OK, Julie – strip off!”

The sixteen-year-old’s pretty face showed a comical mixture of surprise, anxiety and hopeful anticipation. But regardless of what I wanted from her, my well-trained assistant was quick to obey. Off in a flash came her shoes, socks, skirt, blouse, bra and panties and in a couple of blinks she was nude and awaiting my further instructions. I had seen her naked before, of course, when I had viewed the recording of her masturbating after she had become frustratedly excited by observing my cruel enterprises. But seeing her in the flesh was even better. Her adolescent figure was naturally much more mature than the pre-pubertal beauties stretched out before me, but she was not yet fully grown and retained an element of the girl about her. Nonetheless, she was more woman than child. Her breasts were very shapely and her hips considerably broadened. The most obvious difference though, which emphasised the changes of puberty and burgeoning adulthood, was the curly tangle of pubic hair that covered her genital cleft.

“Right Julie,” I said when my eyes had had their fill of her charms, “go up to the gallery and let down Chantou and Ophelie.”

Julie immediately obeyed, bounding up the staircase, her muscles rippling and her bottom bouncing on every step. She loosened the ropes of the youngest two girls and they lowered their arms and feet with an expression of relief tempered by anxiety about what was to come next. When Julie descended, I told to detach the ropes from the pair, but to leave their cuffs on. This done, told her to put a cushion on the floor and to lie down with her head resting on it. Julie complied, now looking definitely eager. Once the teenager was on her back, I led Ophelie and Chantou over.

“Ophelie, you are to lie on your back on Julie’s chest with your legs astride her head.” The French child spoke fluent English and so had no trouble understanding what was required of her so soon she was in position, her bald crotch close to Julie’s mouth and her head cushioned on her stomach. Chantou did not have so much English, but she comprehended well enough as I pushed her into place with a few short words of command and before long she was kneeling on the floor astride Ophelie’s face with her own face tight by Julie’s groin.

“Begin!” I instructed. None of the girls needed to hear the unspoken threat of what would happen if they failed to quickly bring each other to orgasm and they immediately set to work with a will. Actually, I was most interested in Ophelie’s response. I was sure Chantou’s talented tongue would soon bring the hot teenager to a climax. And I was equally certain that Julie was skilled enough to work the same magic on Ophelie. But how would the inexperienced French girl manage in pleasuring Chantou? I looked forward to discovering the answer to this intriguing question.

The trio began and I watched their bobbing heads and writhing hips with interest. Ophelie’s was the cunt I could see best and I saw Julie’s knowledgeable tongue run up and down along her slit and flick out to search for her clitoris. While she did this own bottom squirmed as Chantou’s expertise was put to work on the adolescent’s hairy crotch. Ophelie herself was clearly doing her best stimulate the Cambodian’s quim, but I could not see much of how she was managing as her face was buried beneath Chantou’s body. But Julie’s face was quickly inflamed by a sexual flush and in her rising excitement she worked even more fervently at Ophelie’s crotch. As for that girl herself, I noted that she spread her legs wider and that her slot gaped slightly, and glistened from a mixture of Julie’s spit and her own juice.

But if Ophelie was becoming aroused, how was she doing passing on pleasure to Chantou? Quite well, it seemed, for the Cambodian’s plump little buttocks were now rising and falling as she pushed against Ophelie’s active mouth. I smiled as I guessed what Ophelie’s tactics were: she was using her intelligence to recognise those of Julie’s techniques that gave her the most excitement and then doing her best to mimic them on Chantou’s body. Well, the strategy seemed to be working!

Julie climaxed! Her bottom bounced and her body heaved, almost knocking little Ophelie sideways. But that child was determined to keep her cunt close to Julie’s mouth, and far from forgetting her duty, Julie was inspired by her orgasm to make even greater efforts on the small girl’s sexual parts. And all her hard work was achieving good results. Ophelie’s clitoris was now properly aroused, a tiny, but clearly perceptible protuberance proudly risen from its protecting hood. Julie’s head bent eagerly forward, seeking it out, kissing and sucking at that minute projection of excited flesh.

Ophelie was trying to transmit some of her own ecstasy to Chantou and to judge from the little Asian’s frenetic writhing she was succeeding quite brilliantly. Chantou in turn was passing on pleasure to Julie who was giving it back to Ophelie. So it went on, round and round. Julie began to build towards her second orgasm, but before she got there, Chantou surprised me by suddenly cumming like a train, pressing down ever tighter as she ground her own groin into the French child’s face. Ophelie’s chest heaved and she began to thrash about as mouth and nose were smothered by Chantou’s plump crotch and thighs. I watched Ophelie struggle to get her breath. I did not want her or either of the others to be seriously harmed, but the passing panic of helpless suffocation might have interesting consequences. So it seemed, for in a few moments Chantou yelped and pulled back. I guessed Ophelie had enterprisingly bitten some sensitive part! A moment or two after that, Ophelie herself began to cum with great vigour, pressing her own cunt against Julie’s slobbering mouth. So there they were, all three cumming together and writhing in collective rapture.

I ordered the girls to their feet. I am sure Julie would have wished to continue, and even Chantou and Ophelie may not have been altogether averse, but they were not here for their pleasure, but for mine. I told Julie to put Chantou back on her rope. Ophelie looked at me nervously, obviously wondering what next was in store for her.

While Julie was stringing up the Cambodian girl, I lay myself down where Julie had been with my head resting comfortably on the pillow facing the three suspended girls. I told Ophelie to kneel down either side of my stomach and to suck me off. I warned her not to use her hands. She put her bound wrists between my legs, bent her head forward and gingerly encircled my glans with her lips. Although she was plainly utterly inexperienced at cock sucking, she now had the knowledge gained from stimulating Chantou’s cunt, and so she knew that her tongue could be used to good effect. So the clever little French kid sucked away at the very tip of my cock while licking it at the same time.

When I felt she had become used to the gagging sensation of having a grown man’s swollen prick between her lips, I reached forward and took her head firmly between my hands. She tensed her neck against me for a second –an automatic response, I guess – but, sensible that she had no choice in the matter, she then made herself relax and I pushed her head firmly down so that she took more of me into her mouth. I did not force her too much – I had no wish for her to choke and she was new to this. She fluttered little in panic at the extra intrusion, but settled when she realised I was not insisting on too much and that she could still move her mouth up and down while breathing through her nose. As she worked away, her body bowed along my stomach, I looked at her little bent bum and between her spread thighs I watched her slightly gaping slit.

As she was only small, her genital parts were out of reach of my mouth, but I reached out my hands and gently stroked her vulva. Whereas earlier, when she had been suspended with the others and I had touched her, she had been dry, now, after the attentions of Julie’s mouth, young Ophelie was definitely wet. My fingers slid over her labia and I was amused to feel her squirm in unwilling pleasure. Despite herself, my young partner began to move her mouth with more commitment. My finger slipped further inside her. She was tight, but receptive. Suddenly, her body juddered stiffly and her lips briefly left me as she gasped a half-smothered squeal. I guessed that I had reached the remnants of her hymen, making further progress painful to her. Having discovered what I wanted, I retreated slowly and she resumed her inexpert fellatio.

I slid my finger from Ophelie’s quivering quim and moved my hand to her cute little bottom. This was small, but round and resilient. I pressed my palms to the soft, springy mounds of flesh and felt them move beneath my touch.. With four fingers indenting each creamy cheek, I used my thumbs to open her wide to reveal the wrinkled, cyclopean eye of her arse-hole. I slight moan came from Mademoiselle at this new indignity. I smiled and my cock stretched its head yet further in appreciation of her discomfort. I changed the position of my hands, now using the left to hold open Ophelie’s bottom with thumb and fingers on either side. Then I tickled her bum-hole with my right forefinger making her squirm from tingling shame.

I took my hands away. Ophelie’s lips and tongue continued in their task. She was nothing like as good as Chantou – who was?! But she was clearly doing her utmost to satisfy me, and her very gaucheness was in a curious way stimulating, and I felt my cock expand still more. I raised my right hand and slapped Ophelie’s upturned bottom leaving a bright pink imprint of my fingers on her right buttock. She started in surprise and sting of the smack. I slapped her again. And again. She began to suck at me more urgently, perhaps believing that these spanks were to goad her to greater efforts as one might crack the crop at a faltering pony. But the truth was that I slapped her simply because it pleased me. Yet her increased zeal and my own pleasure did have just the effect she sought and I felt my testicles tighten in preparation for delivering a full load to Ophelie’s working mouth.

“Make sure you swallow it,” I instructed hoarsely just before I shot down her throat.

She did her best, poor child, but inevitably some spilled from her lips. I was not too bothered, to be honest, but I made a promise to myself to punish her later for her lapse. Meanwhile, temporarily satisfied, I told Julie to string up Ophelie with the others. While she attended to this, I ran my eyes along my four little girls from left to right ending with Ellerie.

“Hm,” I said musingly, “you’ve got off scot-free so far, Ellerie. I think you can perform next.”

The little American girl stared back at me with horror filled eyes.