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STRINGENT REQUIREMENTS [ part 2 ] The nude little girl knelt before the man. She was three foot eleven, forty-three ponds, and long black hair cascading freely down her back. Her eyes were red rimmed from crying and her ribs had begun to show from lack of food. Her thin little body crisscrossed with slowly fading marks from his belt. Her eyes were downcast. Never looking higher than an adult's waist was a recent lesson well learned. It had been a very traumatic week for a pool side decoration. "Splash" The sound of someone diving in the pool woke her. She looked up from her place in a far corner of the surrounding high adobe walls. She crept over to the corner of the nearby plant bed, carefully moving away the crushed red brick surface cover and scooping out some of the sandy soil. She squatted and let her body waste go. It was not much, as little food matter or water went in. Carefully hiding the place, she dried herself with a little sand and crept to the edge of the pool. The bodies of an adult female, her long black hair streaming behind her as she swam sensuously back and forth down the length of the pool. When she was at the far end, the girl quietly lowered herself into the water. Normally she would swim out to meet him and he would incite her actions from then on. Frightened to do otherwise she slipped beside the female matching stroke for stroke. The adult female rolled over, slipping her hands all over the little girl along side. She then stopped, treading water as her hands probed and explored. The smaller female gasped and the elder laughed. The adult swam to the edge of the pool, lifting herself out and walked to the umbrella-covered table, lifting a towel of a chair and started drying herself off. The pool decoration followed, crouching in the approved manner in the approved spot beside his chair. To do other wise was to invite ending up hanging by her wrists from the archway right behind were he sat. If she was lucky, or he was tired, hanging there, toes just scraping the tiled floor, while he sat watching her little body writhe and sweat. If not a painful whipping with a wide leather belt wrenched screams from her throat until it did not amuse him any longer. The adult female bent down and crooked a finger in the lowered face of the little girl crouched in front of the empty chair. She immediately crawled over to where the adult stood toweling her self off. The adult reached down, softly gripped the younger female's hand and drew her up and to the adult's hair, handing her another towel. Understanding, the little girl eagerly started toweling the older females long black hair. Eyes glancing at the large ice cooling pitcher of pink lemonade and a plate of delicately cut sandwiches made with pink, green and blue bread. When the adult felt her soft dry hair touch her tanned back, she took the towel out of the little girls hand. And saw her immediately return to the submissive position and place. Then she picked up the white terrycloth robe, put it on and sat in the chair. She clapped her hands and the little girl crawled to where she sat, reached up and slid the robe apart, her tong out of her mouth and placed her mouth in between the adult females played legs. "Good Girl" "Splash" The sound of someone diving in the pool woke her. She looked up from her place in a far corner of the surrounding high adobe walls. She crept over to the corner of the nearby plant bed, carefully moving away the crushed red brick surface cover and scooping out some of the sandy soil. Squatted and let her body waste go. It was not much, as little food matter or water went in. Carefully hiding the place, she dried herself with a little sand and crept to the edge of the pool. Eight adult males swam or lounged around the pool. She crept out, and was just about to slip into the pool when one grabbed her. He was lying down and lifted her up and over. As he lowered her, about to plunge his swollen member into her vagina, another's angry voice shouted and, smiling her reversed her body position lowering her mouth onto it. Upside-down, her own bodies weight trapping his swollen cock deep in her throat. She managed to bring him off. He threw her from him, right into the pool as he spurted his sperm over her face. Splash she hit the water and sank to the bottom. Another man reached down and scoped her up. He rolled her sputtering body onto the poolside and another male lifted her up by her hair carrying her shivering body to a long chair, lay down and shoved his cock into her mouth. Male after male after male repeatedly face fucked the tiny girl until her body was exhausted. Much later, she awoke from the agony of her master's belt repeatedly striking her suspended form. She screamed, cried, pleaded and begged to no evail. The punishment went on. Finally he reached up and unfastened her, only to shove his swollen member in between her aching jaws. Terrified, she ignored both the pains from her jaw and from her abused body. He roughly fucked her face, spurting his cum all over her tear-streaked face. As she lay exhausted at his feet he bent down, rolled her on her front and drew her arms behind her back. She moaned as he applied steel cuffs to her wrists and a chain wrapped around her elbows, drawing them tight. Next came a short hobble chained to her thin ankles. He then lifted her up, wrapping a chain choke collar around her neck. Then for the first time her dragged her further into the building. She felt the start of a set of descending steps as he led her by the choke chain inexorably down. Unlocking a thick metal door he carelessly thrust her inside. She screamed at the wood and metal shapes that appeared as if out of a nightmare as her eyes became accustomed to the dim light. A wooden rack with a horizontal capstan at each end lay just in front of her. An X frame to her left. A whipping post to her right. An iron spreader bar with shackles hung right above her. In the corner a small iron cage, door open read to receive her abused body. Chains, whips pincers branding irons covered the walls like trophies. What was the most horrifying was the fact that all the metal and leather cuffs and shackles attached to these torture devices were the right size to imprison her thin limbs. He dragged her over to the cage, bending her down and shoved her in. She wailed as her locked the door and, left her in the dimness with her terrified fevered dreams. An endless night later he calmly walked in released her and actually carried her trembling body back up the stairs into the light of a new day. She was so tired and relieved she was not chained to one of those torture devices in the cellar. But he threw her, still chained into the pool. She sank and as her air gave out, hopping this was how it all ended. But as she was about to pass out, someone lifted her up out of the pool and pressing her abused backside forced the water she had swallowed out. Rolling her over, she saw it was the long dark hared adult female from before. She looked concerned at the whip marks on her body. Removing the shackles she started to rub a soothing cream all over her abused body. It felt very good and as the aches and pains subsided, she stopped crying and sighed softly. Her stomach growled as sperm had been all that had gone down her throat since yesterday. The female stood up and walked away. After she did not return, the pool side decoration looked up. There she sat under that umbrella in that chair. She crawled over and assumed the correct position in the correct place. Two feminine hands appeared before her face, in each a sandwich, but on top a "C" shaped clip with sharp screw in tips and a weight hanging from a chain lay over each. She understood. One came with the other. She was very hungry and what was a little more pain. She reached out and picked up the first clip. Slipping it over her left nipple, she tightened it until a tear dripped down her eye and let the weight swing free. She reached down and wolfed down the full sandwich, not even tasting it. Then she reached down and repeated the procedure on her right nipple. The second sandwich followed the first. Then into her face was shoved a full glass of pink lemonade. At the bottom another weighted clip. She reached down, picked the glass up, downing the content. She ended up with the third weight in her naturally pouty lips. She handed up the glass above her proper view height and someone took it off her. She lay down, spread her legs and wincing from the pain, screwed the sharp teeth of the "C" clip into her slightly protruding bud. Tears flowed as she returned to the approved position in the approved place. "Good Girl" The sweet song of a bird outside her window woke her, and she looked about her new room. Pale pink walls with matching lace curtains covering the large French doors white painted windows. French provincial white wooden dresser, commode and closet with even a dressing table with full makeup mirror. An expensive soft Indian rug covered most of the polished hardwood floor. A wrought iron chandelier full of fine cut crystal and tiny lights hung from the ceiling. The centerpiece of this little princess room was the huge white French provincial bed complete with corner posts and fringed canopy. Certainly a room fit for a princess. The pale pink lace curtains were over windows sealed with white painted iron bars. The drawers of the dressers contained implements designed for the torture of little females. Everything from arm binders, through cuffs to studded dildo's. The closet was hung with leather restraints, rubber and leather bondage clothing sized to fit pre-teen females. The rug covered rings bolted to the floor. And the chandelier could be raised or lowered with female limbs restrained in its attached shackles as required. The tiny female in the bed was stretched taught spread-eagle between the four iron posts of a rack disguised as a princess bed. Her thin sweating form was crisscrossed with a pattern of light whip marks. A large hard pillow under her lower back thrust her hairless sex upward for ease of use. A nude adult male walked into the room and up to the end of the bed and looked down at her outstretched little body. "Welcome home Princess" It was Memorial Day, especially poinient this year. Upon the bunting covered reviweing stand The Mayor stood back, letting the local military Commander stand forth with the Police and Fire chief. He was content to stand back, his daughter in her proper place in her proper stance just behind and beside him. "Good Girl" He told her. |