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STRINGENT REQUIREMENTS [ part 1 ] Our Systems dredged up a perfectly vanilla picture of a pretty little girl. Posed by a photographer on a neutral background.What my mind creatted with that image, well all my series started exactly this same way. The little girl stood near the man. She was three foot eleven, forty-three ponds, long black hair cascading freely down her back, wearing a tiny red bikini on her tanned body. Her stomach growled and she was very thirsty. It had not always been this way. Once she had been well fed, well looked after and loved. She had worn clothes, went to school, ran in the grass, rode a bike and watched TV. Now she was a poolside decoration. Most often nude, underfed, and a different meaning of the word love in the minds of the adults she encountered. She had even started to forget what happened before, as if it was a dream. Right now was her only reality. A pitcher of orange colored liquid and a plate of sandwiches sat on an umbrella shaded table were he sat smoking a cigar, wrapped in a white terry towel bathrobe. She instinctively knew exactly what he was waiting for and what she would have to do to earn even a few sips and any discarded crumbs. A high, white stucco wall surrounded the three sides of the pool. A Spanish hacienda style building she had never even been allowed to enter covered the side directly in front of her. That was her new reality. No sounds of cars, other people or any sound of civilization came to her ears. She wondered were she was and if she would ever find out. She started walking towards him reaching behind her back and undoing the string holding her tiny top on. It slipped down, exposing the swelling bulges that might become breast's and she dropped it as she continued to walk. Just a few feet from were he sat, she reached her left hip and tugged at the string bow tie holding her postage-sized bottom. Tugged and it slid off her tanned hips exposing her hairless slit. Arriving in front of him she knelt down, reaching up, slid open his robe and raising his swelling maleness started kissing it. "Good girl" was all her new father said. |