THE BUTTERFLY COLLECTORS SOCIETY

BY CHRISTOPHER TOILKIEN

[ part 2 ]

This story is a creation of my fevered imagination and is a work of totally fiction. No one should be allowed to really mentally or physically treat a little girl this way. No matter how much of a miscreant little female she may be.

Shelly's Secret

Every year during March break they went somewhere different. Some of her classmates considered themselves lucky if they went to Florida or the Bahamas. Shelly had been to both, once.

This year they went all the way to Thailand. It was a long flight and very hot when they eventually arrived. The whole country seemed packed full of people until they made it to their secluded villa on an offshore island.. Most of the people at the villa appeared to be not much older than she was. Maybe a few as old as her dream lover high school aged Barry. Every one of them was female.

They were both a little disorientated due to what he called “Jet Lag." Shelly sleeping most of the day they arrived. He snuggled her close a few times as they lay naked on top of the only bed in their room. Once lifting her up to sitting on his chest as his tong drove her feminine cleft to release his favorite beverage.

By evening they were up and about. Both dressed in a simple wraparound their hips brightly colored matching silk attire. Shelly wearing white cotton panties with her butterfly vibrator underneath. He was otherwise nude.

Shelly’s bad girl thoughts coming to the fore as he affixed a gold necklace over her head and down to sit around her neck, with her name spelled out in gold letters.

Shelly going down on her knees. Begging him to let her give him an oral male pleasing performance. Smiling and rubbing her sweat dampened head, he agreed. But reminded her she was earning a bare bottom spanking for letting her out without his permission. Bad girl Shelly hoping that was not all she was going to get.

Entering the main room, Shelly observed the regular adult males with their little girls in tow. Each pair wearing matching wraparound silks as they were. His owned female keeping her proper place as her owning male moved around the room talking with different men. They appeared to be discussing a newly discovered butterfly. Weather it was simply a different wing polarization on an existing species or a totally new one. Every one of them wondering, when the man who had caught, it would arrive.

Shelly spent her time appraising her fellows. Remembering the first time she had been brought to one of these get-togethers. Being ever so relieved to discover she was not the only little girl undergoing training. As a virgin source of feminine sexual lubricant for their owners.

Each year they saw each other but were never allowed to converse. Tristan, Maya, Abby, Claudia, Cayden, Dakota, Graziella, Mandep, Aktina, Rachael and Jemeni were from other gatherings. But Krista, Jocelyne and Meeru were little girls new to her.

Shelly was gradually realizing the girls who reached puberty were replaced the next year by a new little four or five year old girl. She wondered what happened to them and what would happen to her in three years. Was she his first or only his latest?

Afterwards came dinner. Each male sitting at a small bistro table, with his little girl kneeling at his feet. The local serving girls, dressed only in colorful silks from the waist down, simply ignoring their fellows. Serving the men as if the little girls were not even there.

Shelly knelt beside him and he shared his meal with her. She heard one or two little girl voices. “Obviously their male has brought her out before she was ready for polite society.” He whispered to her as he let her sip from his crystal glass. Shelly smiling and nodded her head. Other little girls must occasionally let their bad girl thought rule, she decided.

After dinner each girl was paraded onto a low stage at the far end of the room. Her male stripping off her silk and panties before bringing her up for show. One or two of the new girls receiving a few slaps on the ass to help her decide to co-operate.

Shelly remembering her first time and the slaps required for her to show her nude body in front of strangers for the first time. And the flogging in the courtyard of the old Spanish mission in front of everyone. Her bad girl antics earned her later that night.

Maya, a South American beauty at twelve and a half producing up to five soaked panties a day. Was top producer, earning her male a round of applause.

Shelly was the youngest girl to produce three soaked panties a day and her male beamed as his fellows awarded his training efforts with gentle applause. Shelly achieving "Juicer" status among her peers.

Meeru, a dusky African girl, the youngest at four and a half to begin production. Earned her oriental male a similar accolade.

Each pair very pleased over their achievements.

Big Girls Don’t Cry

After the presentation of awards for achievement, a puzzled Shelly was led back to their room.

“I will be bringing a girl back here to make love to while you watch.” He informed her.

“I thought pleasing you was my job in life?” Shelly tearfully replied. “Am I not a proficient enough man pleaser?”

“We will be having vaginal sex.” He explained. “The one thing I cannot have with you if I want to keep drinking your nectar.” He explained as he slipped a padded leather collar around her neck and locked it in place. She was now chained to the foot of his bed with a chrome chain just long enough for her to lie down on the bed beside him.

Tears streamed down her face as he left to choose another girl for the night. In all the years he had controlled her existence. Shelly had believed, though she was only a little girl, far from womanhood. She was able to keep her adult male owner-lover sexually satisfied with her oral skills alone.

Sometime later, as darkness and cooling breezes came through the horizontally louvered glass windows. Her male returned with a dusky skinned, long black haired young female. This house girl slipped off the red silk sarong covering her lower body, as she walked right up to Shelly. Her pretty face, set with large dark eyes. She appeared not much older than Shelly with rounder hips and buttocks. Small breasts set with large dark nipples and a hairless sex.

The new female spoke in an unknown tong as her hands caressed Shelly's body. Shelly's breasts and loins had never felt the touch of anyone but her males. Flinching from her explorations as her owner watched obviously fascinated.

"She wants to entertain and arouse my body.” He informed the surprised Shelly. "By playing with yours right on my bed."

Shelly had been trained to obey on command with harsh punishments if he detected the slightest reluctance to her complying with his orders. The totally inexperienced Caucasian girl allowed the obviously far more experienced Eurasian girl to lead her first to the bed and then lying on it with her. Shelly’s limbs automatically spreading wide towards the beds corners as trained.

The dusky skinned girl moved to hover over the lighter skinned one. Her lips starting kissing, her tong caressing Shelly’s own and moving gradually lower. Reaching her left nipple released a sigh from the one on the receiving ends lips. Shelly squirmed as the searching tong approached her quim. Looking up into her owners face for direction, Shelly found he was stroking himself vigorously.

“Let bad girl out.” He instructed.

When the instructing girl reached her femininity she moved her dusky body directly over Shelly’s. As the experienced one lowered herself right down. Her tong probing the inexperienced ones vulva, reached back and lifted the inexperienced ones head up towards her own sex.

Shelly began emulating the one arousing her bad girl thoughts towards the heights of bad girl pleasure. Forgetting where she was and what her true purpose in life was. Concentrating for the first time in her life, on earning pleasure from another. By simultaneously giving pleasure, to another.

The inexperienced felt the experienced shudder at the same instant her own body reached that pleasure plateau. Her tong experiencing, again for the first time, another females love juices.

The dusky female lifted herself of the lighter skinned ones body. With one fluid well practiced motion, reaching out and grasping the males cock in her hand. Easing her self back down onto the bed, on her back, while pulling the male down on top of her, by his fully erect phallus.

The experienced girl continued her instruction of the inexperienced girl now lying on her side at the edge of the king sized bed. Observing and learning from her new teacher.

Though she was a well trained and very experience little girl at performing oral sex on an adult male. Shelly actually had no more knowledge of the male female sex act than any of her peers in her grade school class. She may have had a pretty good idea of what on him went in where on her.

But what you did with the rest of your body to get to that point, during and beyond it, was a puzzle. A male and a female arousing their bodies towards the act of intercourse was a total mystery to her. As it probably was, to all her fellow students at school. Though she suspected dark haired new girl Petrina knew more about it than she let on.

The inexperienced watched as the experienced wrapped her legs around her male. Drawing him in and controlling his thrusts into her body. Riding him from underneath as a bronco buster rides a Brahma bull from above.

The length of time the new girl drew out their sexual coupling surprised Shelly. She had understood it was her job to get him off as fast as possible. But to hear the volume of their sounds of pleasure when both reached the point of delights. Greatly surprised the one observing their tryst.

Her owner slipped down beside the new girl, apparently exhausted from their lovemaking. Soon drifting off to sleep.

The visiting girl easing herself out from under her males arms. Wrapping her sarong around her hips as she walked around the bed to where Shelly lay.

"Get some rest." She whispered in singsong French into a surprised Shelly’s ear. "You will need all your strength for the stars tomorrow."

A puzzled little girl watched the obviously far more experienced girl saunter off. Parisian French being one of the tongs, her languages coach had been teaching her, to both speek and read fluently.

After her instructor in single gender sex left. Shelly lay there and watched the chest of the adult male who owner her rise and fall. "What plans do you have for my future." She wondered softly to herself. "Gymnastics Mondays, foreign language instruction Thursdays. Dance lessons Wednesdays with Deportment and behavioral classes Thursday nights. I can now converse in and read French, Italian and Spanish. With Arabic Farsi and Japanese coming along nicely"

"The athletic training regimes continue, even thought you have been informed by both my dance and gymnastic instructors. My natural abilities in each are not great enough to place me in the national rankings."

As she drifted off to sleep. Shelly’s mind had turned to wondering if he planned to end her life in that disposal cage when she turned thirteen. And bad girl was beginning to develop a scheme how to avoid it.

Hanging Stars

"Time to get up, sleepyhead." Her owner woke his property with. After unlocking her collar, they both walked hand in hand into the bathroom where an already filling tube awaited them.

They both laughed as they soaped each other up with a natural sponge. She standing as he rinsed his property off. His hands caressing her ten year old body as he had his borrowed lover last night.

"You are still sore at me for last night?" He inquired. As he washed her hair. "Not for using her as you will not use me." She informed him. "But requiring me to be with her that way. Upset me very much." She informed him with a very pouty face. "You know I fantasize about Barry tutoring me in fucking. instead of tutoring me in math." She admonished him.

"Okay, no more lesbian sex for you. I promise." He softly replied. "But no more being tutored by Barry up in your princess bedroom with the door closed either." He informed her.

But as Shelly knew he looked forward to her telling him about her fantasies involving her dream lover Barry. Right after her high school aged tutor had just left.

She always hurried down to reveal her latest fantasies about her tutor to him as she sat on his lap. His fingers stimulating her sex bud into orgasm and producing the sweet nectar he kept her for.

And bad girl knew there would be many more tutoring sessions.

Bad girl was also planning on searching through her fellow classmates. For a girl she could share the newfound style of lovemaking the Eurasian girl had introduced her to last night.

After toweling off, Shelly expected a morning feeding. Earned, as usually by a preliminary blow job. But instead he wrapped her slim hips with the sarong she had worn last night.

His property equally puzzled by his not fitting her with the butterfly vibrator up into her sex lips. Shelley had wore it their, every single day she had been his property, for the last five years. But after slipping the matching sarong around his own hips, Led her back into the dining room. Most of her fellow juicers were already there. A few others, arriving right after them.

Shelly noticed the bamboo blinds were drawn down over the floor to ceiling picture windows. They normally provided an excellent view out into the patio area and the seashore beyond.

Two of the staff females opened part of the French doors leading out to the patio. Motioning one of the owning males. He took the had of his girl into his and then walked her over to the waiting staffers. Who then each took station on the girls either side holding onto her hands. Walking her out into enclosed porch area beyond..

Shelly realized as they waited their turn. The girls were being brought out to the patio alphabetically. Their were now only three girls left. Then Rachael went, a few minutes later they came for Salley, leaving Tristan for last.

Outside the patio area had large squared timber posts joined overhead by similar lintels all the way round on its three sides out from the main building. The enclosed area was at least a hundred feet deep by a hundred feet wide. Two feet square paving stones formed the patios floor. While above a lattice work of split bamboo provided shade. Outside the patio another fence of interwoven split bamboo provided privacy fencing running down from the house. All the way to the sea shore. Right into the waters edge.

Lying down in-between each timbered archway were bamboo poles tied together in the shape of a five pointed star. And as each kept girl was brought out into the patio. She was tied alternately face up or face down onto one. Then the star holding the bound girl in place was hoisted by a rope tied to its upper point. Up in place in the wooden archway.

Sobs came from the direction where two of the newer girls hung. Obviously being bound was still a relatively new fact of life they had yet to adjust too.

"Been there, done that." Shelly thought to herself. "Funny what you get used too. In order to survive."

Shelly’s alphabetical sequence receiving her a facedown tie down.

A young female staffer wrapped a band of soft cloth around each of Shelly’s writs then around her ankles. They led her forward to a kneeling position in the center of her star. Eased her facedown. Pulling first her wrists out horizontally from her shoulder blades, tying them in place and next spreading her ankles wide. She felt small wooden sandal shaped platforms under her feet.

Its purpose became evident as her star was lifted up. Her body weight was now supported by her feet on the purpose built wood platform. Instead of the much more painful method of hanging by her wrists.

Then Shelly heard a new males voice giving instruction to the owners of the bound girls. And knew what the Eurasian girl had meant when she warned her she would need all her strength on the stars.

The new voice was giving the adult males instruction on whipping their little bound female property.

Shelly felt an unfamiliar male hand glide up from her ankle and across her firm, well rounded posterior.

"Now this little beauties bottom is just begging for the application of a well delivered swat." The new male voice informed his listeners.

"It would be a great shame to mar the perfection of her backside. with an unschooled whipping." He continued. "Who is her lucky owner?"

"I am." Her owners voice replied.

"OWWW!" Shelly cried out repeatedly as a multi thonged whip played across her backside.

"See how my strikes cover her from neck to pert bottom without cutting the skin." The whip master taught. "You must learn to flick your wrist, just before the thongs of your soft leather flogger reached her skin."

"That way your force is dissipated along the length of the whip and not only on the skin damaging tip." He continued. "Her beauty should be displyed in the whip dance." He added as he moved on. But it was said in such a low voice. Shelly wondered if it was meant for her ears only.

"Here, this dusky skinned afro-Americans beauties blossoming breasts could endure an uppercut without too much damage." He noted. A scream from the girl next to her. Indicated the instructor and the instructed had moved on.

Turning her head around as far as it would go, either way. As the whipping instructor moved from star mounted girl to star mounted girl. Shelly was surprised to discover the .identity of the whipping little girls instructor. A saffron robed bare headed man of possibly middle age. He looked more like a Buddhist monk. Than an instructor on inflicting pain on pubicesant little girls.

Just then, she observed the owner of the girl on either side of her move into visual range. Each one holding a long, multi thonged whip.

"One horizontal stroke." The whip master ordered.

And fifteen little girl voices cried out in a chorus of pain.

"Another." Came the order. Again the little girls cried out.

"Vertically downward from shoulder to hip."

And the courtyard echoed with the sounds of little girls in pain.

The whipping session continued through a dozen strokes. Each girl crying, screaming, begging for mercy with each stroke. but to no avail.

The whip masters voice coming to their ears as he critiqued each owners whip handling capabilities.

Shelly's owner one of the few who did not receive a rebuke nor correction. He had learned the art of whipping a young girl from his father.

Then it stopped, at least the application of the leather thonged whip, onto little girls helpless bodies. But the sounds of young female voices crying or sobbing continued well on into midday.

Shelly had survived months of his abuse that first winter he had owned her. Down in that underground torture chamber her owners father had created. A whipping was not new to her,but still her entire backside stung as if was badly sunburned.

Time has no meaning for a little girl if the pain from abuse overrides the rest of her senses. The only thing these poor fifteen little preteens were concerned about. Were their parched from screaming sore throats and aching from being unmercifully flogged bodies. The increasing heat of the normal Thai day soon adding to their discomfort. As it had their bodies glistening with sweat. Shelly's mind eventually slipping away into a fitful daze.

Her stupor interrupted as she felt her bamboo pole star being lowered to the ground. The lower part was pulled backwards towards the center of the courtyard as it came down. and Shelly found herself, again lying facedown, Delicate female fingers applied a soothing lotion to her aflame backside as the voice of the one who her owner had fucked last night came to her ears.

"They have gone off to the whip masters temple for the rest of the day." That singsong voice informed Shelly. As a caged pets metal water bottle tube was slipped into her mouth. "We have taken the opportunity to apply his medications to your bodies and give you all some sugared water."

Shelly hopped she was going to be set free as her hands and ankles were stiff and sore from being confined so long. But apparently that was not to be. The plaintive cries of some of the other girls, especially the younger far less experienced new ones. Came to her ears as they were then each hoisted back up into place.

At least, Shelly thought, as the morning dragged on. The split bamboo roof of the patio, has kept the sun off us and that inshore breeze funneled up here by that long bamboo fencing, has kept our bodies cooled. But maybe that is really what the entire setup of this back porch area was designed for in the first place, she realized.

Shelly, and the rest of the girls eventually dozed off. Due to the combination of the medication applied to their flogged sweet bodies and the heat of the day.

Sometime later, Shelly awoke to find herself lying facedown on the bed she shared with her owner. Trying to move, she found herself held in place facedown on the mattress. By straps running over her upper arms and thighs, then continuing under the bed on each side.

"Some time later, four female staff came into her room and released her. One holding onto each limb as they carried her into the suits bathroom. Easing her abused body down into a tepid bath. They then proceeded to wash her body all over.

Their dark eyes flashing and their voices, giggling and whispering to each other in their own language. Shelly recognizing, their dusky hands spent much more time caressing her comparatively lighter skin. Than was required for attending to her bathing.

"I told them of our little tryst." Came that singsong voice from the doorway. "And these four insisted they be the ones allowed to clean your white skinned body."

"Inform them I am far to sore, or they could join us in another." Shelly replied. The one in the doorway translated her promise in their own tong. And her bathing maidens eyes and faces indicated they would have enjoyed that very much.

But then the one in the doorway clapped her hands and her four hurriedly lifted her out and very carefully dried her off. They walked her back to the bed. This time again applying that soothing cream to her backside. Then chaining her up with the dog collar and its attached long chain to the foot of his bed.

They left her there, lying on her side on the bed. The sunlight’s angle coming in the windows indicating it was sometime in the late afternoon.

But the growling of her empty belly had informed her of that, quite a while ago. Shelly remembering those long sessions locked in that iron cage in the darkness, without much food.

He had imprisoned her in that iron cage hanging in the torture chamber that first long pain filled winter he had owned her. Trying to break her will with starvation, flogging her body and even stretching her thin little four and a half year old form out on a horizontal rack.

He had finally released her when she had convinced him he had broken the little four and a half year old girls will to resist his training. and give in to her bad girl thoughts.

Bad girl having simply learned to be a consummate actress and hide her true self from him on a daily basis.

There was actually no little good girl inside, just a willfully miscreant little bad girl pretending to be one as and when required. In order to survive.

This is not my idea of a vacation

The day wore on interminably for the sore hungry little preteen. Finally Shelly heard her owner’s voice approaching as talked to his fellow collectors.

"Did you see the way that busty little bitch danced on under his whip?" Her owner inquired of another collector. "That is one class I would love to have my own pet enrolled in."

"Speaking of your living doll." Another male inquired. "How much did he offer for your little beauty?"

"A million US." Her owner informed his peers. "But she is worth far more."

Just then Shelly heard him come into their suite and then into the bedroom.

"Ah, there you are my little butterfly." Her owner opened with. He then proceeded to remove his swiftly growing erect phallus from his summer weight pants and insert it in his little house pets waiting mouth.

Upon first hearing his approaching voice. Shelly had rolled off the bed. Arraigning her body into the position of subservience she had been so rigourlessly trained to assume every time he approached. On her knees, arms up, hands fingers intertwined behind her head. Elbows pulled back as far as possible. Mouth open wide, eyes shut tight.

Even though her stomach growled and her backside stung from his flogging. The ten year old little girl chained up to the foot of his bed. Knew that would be nothing compared to what he would subject her too. If she ever refused to perform filletto when and where he desired it.

"You should have seen the great stone temple, just outside the city, we were driven to." Her owner informed the owned. "Everywhere intricate carvings of females dancing while being whipped."

"Inside his saffron robbed acolytes were practicing their whip techniques on girls suspended in just about every concealable position." Her owner continued. "As their whips wrapped themselves around their dusky sweat glistening bodies."

By now his cock was rock solid. Shelly's head moved back and forth over its head, as her tong’s tip caressed its circumcised knob.

"Deep inside we were escorted to a small circular amphitheater and requested to spread ourselves around the tiered stone seats surrounding it.

It was as if we had been transported back in time. No sounds of the outside world penetrated the thick stone walls of the temple. Only the scent of jasmine and the faint sound of a drum came to our ears.

We sat their in silence, for what seemed forever, and were almost set to leave. When a diminutive barefooted form, rapped in a saffron robe, entered the amphitheater.

Reaching the center of the floor, the muffled form divested itself of it’s covering. To reveal the oil glistening form of a raven haired prepubescent female. Her only attire, gold ringlets supporting tiny bells in her hair, around her tiny waist, and adorning her wrists and ankles.

Somewhere, her accompanying musicians began to play. Their rhythmic sounds flowing from all around us as the dancer moved her lithe young body sensuously to its heart pounding beat.

She danced on and on, pranced and leapt with remarkable skill. But eventually she began to slowdown. Her sweat dampened long hair no longer flowed around her as if it had a life of its own. Sweat running off her sweet body, leaving wet footprints as she moved around the floor.

But then five young males, their muscular forms covered only by a saffron cloth knotted around their loins entered the arena. Each male carrying a long multi-thong whip, trailing behind him as they positioned themselves around the tiny arena.

And when the dancers steps faltered within range of one's whip. Stuck out with it, wrapping its leather thongs around the closest part of the dancer. Soundlessly, the dancer lurched away from his whip. Her eyes wide, tears streaming down her face to meld with her sweat. Her movements becoming frantic and jerky as the whip welders drove her to bound between themselves as if he were a human ping pong ball. But finally she could dance no more. Then collapsed into a fetal ball at the center of the arena's floor. The whip welders moved to pick her limp body up and carried her off out of our sight."

It was obvious even retelling the event. Had aroused him beyond anything Shelly had ever been able to accomplish with her oral skills.

Just as his tale of the whip driven dancer came to its climax, so did he. Filling Shelly's mouth with the greatest discharge of semen he had produced in quite a while.

As Shelly struggled to contain and swallow his semen, her stomach growled again.

"If I am hungry, then I suppose you might also be?" Her owner inquired. Shelly, her moth still full of his discharge, simply nodded.

"I wonder what happened to the poor girl dancer. "Shelly wondered to herself. But since her owner did not elaborate further on that subject. She surmised that he did not care and she would never know.

Her owner withdrew his flaccid maleness and returned it to his pants. Patting her on her head. Shelly hated it when he did that,. It was a if she was his pet dog, not a little human girl.

Unfastening her neck collar, he then walked her to the washroom and stood their watching as she peed then cleaned her loins and face.

After all the years continually under his thumb ever waking moment she was with him. Shelly was no longer embarrassed while he watched her use the toilet.

Leading .her back into the bedroom, he then enwrapped her hips in the sarong. Taking her tiny hand in his they walked off into the dining room. There to find the rest of the collectors and their collected assembling. Either enjoying sharing a meal as they had before. Or just arriving to do so, as they were.

Lost Little Dancer

Shelly was swallowing the last spoonful of sherbet when she saw a young man in a saffron robe walk into the room and approach their table. To her eyes, he appeared to be a younger version of the whip master. The one who had directed the collectors flogging of their collection of little preteen girls, just this morning.

"Nothing good for my firm little ass is going to come of this." Shelly thought to herself. Had she not overheard the whip master inform her owner. Shelly's perfect young form was made for dancing to the whip? And had he not even tried to buy her from her owner? How far would he go to get his hands on her?

Unfortunately for her perfect little body. Shelly was very correct in her suspicions.