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Subject: {ASSM} Slavegirl of the Imperium (ped [7,9], bdsm, Mg,  "rape", romantic, sci-fi)
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Slavegirl of the Imperium

(ped [7,9], bdsm, Mg,  "rape", romantic, sci-fi)


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Slavegirl of the Imperium

(ped [7,9], bdsm, Mg,  "rape", romantic, sci-fi)





"Don't you mess this up, you little baby!" hissed Sela. 

"I won't! I won't!" exclaimed little Melinda. She had tagged
along with the young teen more out of boredom than anything, and
now was being roped into a food-stealing scheme. The booths of
the vendors at the Festival lay before them. Tantalizing smells
wafted through the air. 
 
Melinda vaguely knew that she shouldn't be doing this. She had
spent some time in the company of a missionary who had come out
of the Imperium to minister on this backwater planet. Under that
devoted soul's guidance she had even converted, but she was,
after all, only seven. Bad company and temptation are hard to
avoid at seven.
 
 Melinda was a street girl in a provincial town, in a war-torn
country, on a minor planet in a corner of the galaxy that the
Imperium had not yet gotten around to annexing. She still had
some semblance of a family: an aunt who, when not soused, at
least provided the girl with a place to sleep and a crust of
bread to eat, the money for which was earned by turning tricks
for the soldiers that passed through town. But most of the time
the girl was on the street, getting by as best she could. 
 
"Now get out there, and make it good! G'wan!" urged Sela.

Melinda sidled out in front of the booths. She proceeded to put
on a most fetching display, dancing around and singing in a sweet
little voice some of the songs she had learned at the mission.
All eyes were on her. Sela made her move, sliding around to the
side of a fruit and vegetable stand. She scooped some produce
into the folds of her dress and began to slip away.
 
She tripped over a dog in the street. Yowling, the dog ran off.
Fruit and vegetables rolled around. Sela yelped, and then jumped
up, shouting, "Run Melinda!" and took off. 
 
Melinda probably could have stayed there safely. No one knew that
she and Sela were together. But she ran. And she and Sela were
both caught. Her older mentor was given over for a whipping.
Because of her tender age, the little girl was sentenced to a
public spanking instead. 
 
A crowd had gathered for the fun, of which Melinda was merely an
appetizer, and Sela a side dish. A whore was sentenced to be
flogged, and a murderer was scheduled to be hanged. Melinda was
never sure afterwards if the older man who spanked her (the town
schoolmaster, who doubled as the executioner) was trying to be
kind to her or not. She was brought to him in the town building
that overlooked the square. As he prepared her, he whispered in
her ear, "I'm sorry I have to do this. I'll try not to hurt you
too much. But it's better if I do it; if I refuse, they'll get
someone else who'll spank you even harder! Just try to relax and
not fight it, it'll be easier for you." Then he led her out in
front of the onlookers. 
 
He turned her bottom towards the crowd and clipped the hem of her
punishment shift up so that her buttocks were exposed to view.
Catcalls and jeers came from some of the more cruel. Then he
proceeded to spank her on her bare bottom with his open hand.
SWAP! SWAP! "OOOO! AH! AH! OOOOH!" she cried piteously as the
spanks rained down on her quivering buttocks. At the same time,
he reached around almost casually with his other hand, ostensibly
to hold her in place to receive her punishment. He seized her
underdeveloped girlcleft with a firm hand, massaging and kneading
her tender labia and clitoris. As he spanked her and spanked her
with one hand, he probed her hymen with the other, then
concentrated on her clitoris, pressing and pinching, twisting and
pulling. The crowd could not see this activity, since her bottom
was turned towards them. Even the girl was nearly unconscious of
it, distraught as she was from her punishment, swaying in her
tormenter's arms, breath short, knees weak, mouth dry, as she
cried out and moaned with each SMACK! Soon the stimulation of her
girlcleft made itself known. A strange wave came over her,
beginning with her clitoris, then spreading with each spank to
her bottom, and then throughout her being. Soon her cries became
more and more wild, and she bucked and jerked in her punisher's
arms. He sensed her nearing climax, so he suddenly spun her
around, turning her little mons towards the onlookers. They
hooted at the sight of the sweet young girl's most intimate area,
but their glee was shortlived; her molester just gave her two
quick hard swats on her vulva, and then hustled her inside the
building, leaving the crowd panting for the next victim. The
little girl was shaking and sobbing as she spent herself,
confused and dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of the
sensations in her moist girlcleft,  rubbing and rubbing her
abused bottom and labia. 
 
She fled from the town hall as soon as she could, but stopped as
she heard the SNAP! and the cries of her "partner in crime" as
the whip seized the older girl's bottom, and the crowd jeered and
gawked. Sela howled and moaned, suspended by her wrists tied
together and hung from a rafter, her legs parted by a bar
fastened to her ankles. Melinda watched almost in spite of
herself as the young teen received a stern whipping: buttocks,
thighs, breasts, and even a few strokes directly onto her lightly
fledged cleft. As Sela's tears flowed, Melinda found her hand
straying towards her own cleft... 
 
Over the next few years the little girl would often relive the
experience while lying on her mat at night, sometimes pretending
to spank herself , sometimes picturing herself as Sela, receiving
the same strict, intimate punishment she did, while rubbing her
little clitoris, then spanking her own cleft as she came with
little yips and moans. 
 
As the girl neared nine years old, times were getting worse. The
wars were going poorly for the nation, though the town had been
spared any actual combat. But food was scarce. The girl's aunt
had gone from poor guardian to none. The girl now lived in any
hovel  and  scrounged for any scrap of food she could find. 
 
Rumors were filtering into town that the Imperium had arrived
onplanet. They had allied themselves with the enemy. Against
their advanced weapons, resistance was futile. Soldiers, the few
that were left, were hurrying back to their homes. Soon the enemy
soldiers arrived. 
 
Since there was no resistance, they were not as harsh as they
might have been. There were no killings. There was no organized
rape or torture. Individual soldiers seized individual women or
girls for their pleasure, and there was some looting, but it
seemed curiously restrained. The reason why was soon apparent. 

Imperial troops arrived shortly  afterwards in force, escorting
the new provincial governor, who planned to make the town the
capital for the province. He had made some effort to ensure that
there was little violence accompanying his assumption of power.
He had given orders to limit the looting and rape. Slaves would
be taken, as they always were when the Imperium came to power,
but children would not be separated from their parents, nor wives
from their husbands (when this became generally known, there was
a spate of marriages among the teenagers of the town!). Still,
there were plenty of street children, and poor families willing
to sell their offspring, especially in these hard times. 
 
The new governor wanted there to be as little resentment towards
himself and the Imperium as possible, so as to make governing
easier. He also had another motive. Although it was not popular
in the Imperium, he was a Christian, and therefore wished to
spare the populace excess suffering. He had devoted his life to
military service with the Imperium, and now looked forward to
spending the rest of his days keeping the peace and aiding in the
development of this backwater culture.
 
He was a quiet, studious man, tall and reserved. He had lost his
wife in childbirth with their firstborn, who also died, and he
buried his grief in his duties. Now he prepared to take up a new
assignment. He was ready for a life of peace.
 
As he proceeded to set up his residence, he toured the slave
compound in order to choose some for his household. As he went
down the aisles, picking 2 or 3 likely candidates, his eyes fell
on the little girl. She was now at least partially cleaned up,
and not wearing filthy rags; she was wearing the standard child's
slave shift, a little short for her perhaps; it barely covered
her bottom and cleft. She was heartbreakingly slender, and to his
eyes seemed to have the face of an angel in despair. He did not
linger over her; indeed he outwardly seemed not to notice her.
But as he came back down the line, he seemed to almost
negligently point her out and order her to be brought along as
well, since "some use might be made of her in the kitchen or the
laundry."
 
He appeared to forget for a few days that he even had the little
girlslave. But he eventually called for her to be brought to him,
as all the slaves had been, so that he could formally assign them
their place and give them into the  charge of his housekeeper or
groundskeeper. She was shown into his room. He was sitting in an
easy chair beside the fireplace. He beckoned her to come over and
kneel on the soft rug in front of him. 
 
"What's your name, little one?" he asked. 

"Melinda, an' it please you, m'Lord" she replied, having been
coached by the slavemaster in how to address him.
 
"That's a lovely name," he said. "You don't have to call me
`m'Lord' or say `an' it please you' while we're alone together,
though; just call me `Sir', all right?" 
 
"A-all right...Sir" she managed to stammer out, hoping she wasn't
going to get herself into trouble. She had all ready seen another
slave, a young woman too haughty for her own good, tied down and
systematically whipped by the slavemaster for her insolence. 
 
He began to gently question her. Guilelessly she told him
everything she knew about herself. He was entranced by the
sweetness she retained despite her bitter life. He found himself
desiring to protect her from any harm. He wanted to take no
chances that she might fall afoul of the slavemaster or any other
supervisor, or even any other slave.
 
"Can you read?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes, Sir! I love to read! The missionary taught me how. But
I hardly ever get to read anything. Books are so expensive," she
sighed.
 
"I have many books," he told her, "Would you like to be my
librarian?"
 
"Wh-what's that?" she queried.

"That's the person who manages the books, keeps them in order,
and finds one for someone who needs one," he informed her.
 
"I think I would love to do that! May I really? Sir?" she hastily
added.
 
And so he managed to place her directly under his supervision,
and out of the way of his staff and the other slaves. He found
himself often in the library, showing her some interesting tome
or other, helping her figure out the filing system, and so forth.
He was impressed with her intelligence, and charmed by her
enrapturement at being surrounded by so many books. He even found
her a help at times in clarifying some thorny issue of
government. 
 
They talked often. Soon he even found himself unfolding to her
details of his own life. 
 
"Sir, are you married?" she asked him.

"I was," he replied briefly. "She died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Sir!  I guess you'd rather not talk about it,"
and she turned away, pretending to busy herself with a book. 
 
He sighed. He looked at her for a while. Then, with the air of
someone who has decided a difficult issue that has been long in
the balance, he said, "No, it's all right. I'd like to talk about
her, if you're willing to listen."
 
"Of course, Sir! Please tell me about her!"

"She was young when we were married. Older than you, but young.
I'm not very wise, but I was wise enough to tell her all about
myself before we were married. She understood, and she was kind
and loving enough to fit her desires to mine. I was devastated
when she died. I guess I went a little crazy for a while after
that; but craziness sometimes helps in battle, and my troops
fought well. Being here is part of the reward from the Imperium
for my service."
 
"What do you mean, `she understood' and `fit her desires to'
you?" she asked. "Sir?" she remembered to add. "Understood what?
What desires did she have to `fit' to?" she asked ingenuously.

"To explain that, I need to know how much you know about some
things," he answered. "You know what `sex' is, don't you?"  She
nodded shyly.  "And you know what sexual desire is?" She was less
certain of that. "Do you know what happens to a male when he
wants to have sex with a female?" 
 
"Yes, Sir," she replied softly, "I've seen the animals; the dogs
and the farm animals. I guess it's the same way with men..."
 
"Yes, pretty much the same way. When a man has a desire to have
sex with a woman, that's a sexual desire. It often affects him
physically that way, as well. And the desire that she fit to mine
was sexual desire of a certain kind," he informed her. 
 
"What kind, Sir?"

"Let me tell you about something that may seem kind of strange to
you, Melinda. Now you know that most men can be sexually excited
by seeing a pretty woman and thinking about having sex with her,
don't you?" Again she nodded her head shyly. "Well some men will
get sexually excited by many other things having to do with a
woman. Some of them might seem weird. All of these unusual ways
of sexual excitement are called "fetishes". Some men have to have
their fetish as part of sex in order to be sexually excited,
others just like it more with it than without it. 
 
"Let me give you an example: believe it or not, some men are
sexually excited at the thought of a woman wearing high heeled
shoes, or red shoes, or both. They can't get fully sexually
excited unless she's wearing the right shoes. Other men with a
similar fetish might only need to imagine that she's wearing
certain shoes to get more excited. Do you understand?" She nodded
slowly.  "There are many different fetishes, and some people have
more than one. When I was courting my wife, I told her about
mine. Even though many women might not have wanted to see me
anymore, she not only accepted my predeliction, she
enthusiastically  joined in. You see, I, too, have a fetish.
Actually two of them.
 
"One is that I enjoy spanking and punishing a pretty girl. Oh, I
can have sex without it, but with it it is much more enjoyable.
And my wife not only let me spank her, and whip her, and punish
her in various ways, the idea of being punished seemed to excite
her, too. But that's not all...
 
"You see, my wife really did look a lot like you. She was small,
and slender, and looked even younger than she was. And she
willingly would `playact', pretending to be much younger than she
was. And that helped me, because the other particular desire that
I have is to have sex with a very young girl. A girl who is
slender, like you..." And he traced his hand down her side. "And
has slim hips, like yours," he said as he patted her bottom. "And
no more than little buds for breasts," he said as he slid his
hand from her belly to her chest, tracing a finger over first one
nipple, then the other, through her thin shift, making her
tremble.
 
"But most importantly," he said, as he cupped her chin in his
hand and gently raised her head, her eyes meeting his, "The face
of an angel...like yours." And he kissed her, long and sweet, but
not deep. 
 
"So that's how it is, little one. I love you. I desire you. I
want you to be mine forever. I want to punish you and rape you
again and again. If I keep you with me, then I will take you to
be my wife and do these things to you.
 
"But if you don't want to stay with me, then I will arrange for
you to go to some good family back in the Imperium. You'll be a
slave, but well-treated. Most likely you'll eventually be
adopted, or given in marriage to one of the sons of the
household. Of course I can't guarantee you won't be spanked
somewhere along the way!" he chuckled.
 
"So what do you think, little one? What do you want to do?"

She hung her head for a moment in thought. But it really wasn't
hard for her to reach her decision. "I would like to stay with
you, Sir, as you desire it," she said softly.
 
He picked her up, and held her in a long hug, rocking her back
and forth as she clung to him. Then, before anything could happen
to get in the way, he coached her through the recitation of the
wedding vows. Then he kissed the "bride".
 
Melinda assumed he would immediately molest her, but he didn't.
With a smile and a little pat on her bottom, he simply sent her
to her book stacks, while he went back to work. Some days passed.
Still he did not spank her, or rape her, or anything. She began
to wonder if it had all been a dream, or just a joke. 
 
Perhaps she unconsciously decided to test him, perhaps she was
simply "in a mood"; at any rate, one day two or three weeks after
they were married, she "talked back" to him. It wasn't anything
insulting, and it could have been interpreted as just joking, but
he grabbed her arm, spun her around to face him, and said, "Young
lady, you are out of line! You've been asking for a spanking, and
now you're going to get it!"
 
With that, he bent her under his arm, threw up her skirt, and
proceeded to give her a brisk, businesslike spanking. SMAK,
SWACK, SWAP! "Ah! Oh! O-O-O!" she cried out as she wriggled and
squirmed from her punishment. Not only did it sting, but it was
terribly embarrassing to have a man spanking her bare
nine-year-old bottom! With a final SMACK! he straightened her up
and tossed her skirt back over her bottom. Then he went back to
work. She stood there, somewhat dazed and bewildered from the
experience, expecting him at any moment to come back and rape
her. When he didn't, she didn't know whether to be relieved or
disappointed. That night she masturbated vigorously to the
thought of him spanking and raping her.
 
More days passed, and again he did not spank or rape her. She
would have thought that he didn't care for her, except that he
was very loving in every other way. He hugged her tight when he
first saw her in the mornings (they still slept in separate
rooms), he spent time with her, talking, reading to her, teaching
her history and interplanetary cosmology, and so forth.
 
In fact, it was in the setting of her lessons with him that he
punished her next. He had begun to give her little assignments in
mathematics for her to do while he was away. One day he was
checking one piece of work while she diligently plowed through
another. He marked the wrong answers and set it in front of her.

 
"You've missed three questions out of twenty. That's good, but
not good enough; you'll have to be punished, young lady." With
that he slid her chair out from under the desk, her bare thighs
gleaming in the light. He swept a ruler off the desk and brought
it down sharply across the top of her thighs, WAK! 
 
"AAAH!" she cried out, and "OOO! A-A-A-AAAH!" again, as he
smacked her thighs over and over.  Then he pulled her to her feet
and bent her forwards over the desk. He tossed up her skirt, and
WAPWAPWAP! went the ruler across her naked bottom as she moaned
and yelped. Then he spun her around, bent her backward over the
desk, and brought the ruler up once, sharply, between her legs,
full upon her unfledged girlcleft: WAPPP! "AAAAAA!" she nearly
screamed, and almost came on the spot. 
 
He tossed the ruler back on the desk, gave her a quick hug, and
strode out, saying, "There, young lady, I hope you've learned
your lesson!" As he left, she sank back into her chair, rubbing
her little bottom, thighs, and cleft as she moaned and sobbed.

That night, he came to her room. She was asleep. He pulled her
covers back and gazed down at her in wonder and delight. Then he
took the riding crop he had with him, nudged the hem of her shift
up off her thighs, and began whipping her directly on her bare
thighs, WAKWAKWAKWAK! "AAAA!" she cried out as she woke up,
frantic. He swept her up in his arms, cuddling her closely as her
fear left her, and she relaxed against him, feeling safe and
protected. Then he sent her to the bathroom.
 
When she returned, he had her stand in the middle of the floor.
He took a switch he had brought with him and began to
systematically whip her legs, starting with the backs of her
calves, then the backs of her thighs, then the front of her
thighs, and then her bottom. He spent some time switching her on
her buttocks, letting the sting of one stroke set in, then
delivering another just above or below the previous, admiring the
network of thin, faint red lines that faded slowly.
 
He stopped abruptly, and pulled her shift all the way off her
slender preteen body, now swaying from the intensity of her
punishment. She was stunning: long silky hair, slim shoulders and
hips only barely beginning to think about flaring, hardly any
baby fat left, her nipples just starting to become more
prominent, but nothing underneath them except breast buds, her
sweet unfledged cleft lips peeping out from between her thighs.
The top of her head barely came up to his chest. She was deeply
embarrassed to be just nine years old and to be so naked in front
of a grown man.
 
He stared for a while at her little breasts. She blushed
prettily, nearly down to her nipples. Suddenly he seized her
breast buds and nipples in his hands and began to knead and work
them, pinching and twisting her tender nipples as she gasped and
moaned, "SSSS! Ooooo!"
 
Then he took the switch and began to whip her directly on her
nipples and breast buds. WAK! WAP! "Ooooh! Aaaaah! Oh, please
Sir! AAAA!" she cried out. When he finally finished whipping her
breasts they were fetchingly reddened, her nipples stiff and
tender.
 
He took her to the bed and put her in knee-chest position. She
squirmed at the realization of how exposed her little-girl cleft
and anus were to the man's eyes. Then all thought was driven from
her mind, for he had brought a groovestrap whistling down to
smack full upon her girlcleft, her perineum, and her anus, WHAPP!
"AAAAAAA!" she nearly screamed, and then, "OOOOO! AAAA!
A-A-A-A-AAAAH!" as he whipped her again and again on her most
intimate parts.
 
Finally he could hold back no longer. He probed her anus fiercely
with lubricated fingers; one, two, then three at a time, his
other hand roughly massaging her clitoris, as she yipped and
squirmed. Then he lay over her, seized her slim shoulders, and
plunged his rod with one thrust deep into her tender delicate
anus. She cried out wildly as she felt her tissues stretch to
accommodate his tool. She cried out more, rhythmically, as he
methodically raped her anus, reaching around to molest her
clitoris so that soon she was bucking and moaning, and crying out
and coming, as he too achieved climax, spilling his seed into her
rectum as she sobbed and sniffed.
 
He carried her into the bathroom and started the shower. He took
her into the shower and commenced to clean her well, with a rough
terry cloth scrubbing her nipples, clitoris, and anus. When she
moaned and struggled briefly, he said sternly, "Hold still, young
lady!" and he pushed her front up against the wall, so that her
nipples and cleft lips were pressed against the cold tile. He
took a flexible clear plastic ruler that was hanging in the
shower and smacked her bottom and the backs of her thighs. Then
he repeatedly brought it up sharply between her legs as she cried
out wildly. He returned to washing her, and this time she held
still!
 
He took her out of the shower and carefully dried her, again
paying close attention to her nipples, her unfledged girlcleft,
and her anus, as she moaned and trembled. He carried her tenderly
back to the bed and laid her gently upon it. He kissed her all
over her face: forehead, glabella, the tip of her nose, cheeks,
and then full on her mouth, long and sweet. Then he kissed her
neck and moved down to her chest. He went from one nipple to the
other, nibbling and sucking, biting and pulling, as she moaned
softly. He slid down to her belly, pausing a moment to playfully
blow a zorbert into her jewel of a navel, making her giggle. 
 
Then suddenly he was there, essentially raping her cleft with his
tongue, pressing insistently against her hymen, then seizing her
clitoris in a long bite between tongue and teeth that left her
nearly paralyzed from the intensity of feeling it provoked in
her. The embarrassment of knowing that, at nine years old, a man
was kissing her on her most intimate place, was nearly
overwhelming. Yet her hips were moving of their own volition,
pressing her smooth little sex against his mouth. Her breath came
shorter and shorter, her little soft cries becoming louder and
more intense.
 
It was time. He raised up, pressed the head of his rod against
the unfledged lips of her vulva. He insinuated himself within her
until he was pressing firmly against her hymen. Then with one
hard thrust he raped her of her maidenhead and buried himself to
her cervix as she screamed and sobbed. He lay with her, not
moving, as her sobs died down to the occasional sniffle.  She
could feel his rod throbbing within her. He began to thrust in
and out of her, long and slow at first, then faster and harder,
raping her thoroughly as she nearly screamed with each thrust.
Soon the familiar wave began building between her legs, then
spreading to take over her whole body, as she came and came,
shouting, "Oh, Sir! Oh, Sir! Oh, Sir! OOOOOH!" Even after she had
spent herself, he punished her with repeated hard, long strokes,
until finally he deigned to empty his seed at her cervix.
 
She lay in his arms for some time afterwards, now fulfilled,
knowing that she was safe, and loved, and desired, and punished.

 
The End

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"Don't you mess this up, you little baby!" hissed Sela. 

"I won't! I won't!" exclaimed little Melinda. She had tagged
along with the young teen more out of boredom than anything, and
now was being roped into a food-stealing scheme. The booths of
the vendors at the Festival lay before them. Tantalizing smells
wafted through the air. 
 
Melinda vaguely knew that she shouldn't be doing this. She had
spent some time in the company of a missionary who had come out
of the Imperium to minister on this backwater planet. Under that
devoted soul's guidance she had even converted, but she was,
after all, only seven. Bad company and temptation are hard to
avoid at seven.
 
 Melinda was a street girl in a provincial town, in a war-torn
country, on a minor planet in a corner of the galaxy that the
Imperium had not yet gotten around to annexing. She still had
some semblance of a family: an aunt who, when not soused, at
least provided the girl with a place to sleep and a crust of
bread to eat, the money for which was earned by turning tricks
for the soldiers that passed through town. But most of the time
the girl was on the street, getting by as best she could. 
 
"Now get out there, and make it good! G'wan!" urged Sela.

Melinda sidled out in front of the booths. She proceeded to put
on a most fetching display, dancing around and singing in a sweet
little voice some of the songs she had learned at the mission.
All eyes were on her. Sela made her move, sliding around to the
side of a fruit and vegetable stand. She scooped some produce
into the folds of her dress and began to slip away.
 
She tripped over a dog in the street. Yowling, the dog ran off.
Fruit and vegetables rolled around. Sela yelped, and then jumped
up, shouting, "Run Melinda!" and took off. 
 
Melinda probably could have stayed there safely. No one knew that
she and Sela were together. But she ran. And she and Sela were
both caught. Her older mentor was given over for a whipping.
Because of her tender age, the little girl was sentenced to a
public spanking instead. 
 
A crowd had gathered for the fun, of which Melinda was merely an
appetizer, and Sela a side dish. A whore was sentenced to be
flogged, and a murderer was scheduled to be hanged. Melinda was
never sure afterwards if the older man who spanked her (the town
schoolmaster, who doubled as the executioner) was trying to be
kind to her or not. She was brought to him in the town building
that overlooked the square. As he prepared her, he whispered in
her ear, "I'm sorry I have to do this. I'll try not to hurt you
too much. But it's better if I do it; if I refuse, they'll get
someone else who'll spank you even harder! Just try to relax and
not fight it, it'll be easier for you." Then he led her out in
front of the onlookers. 
 
He turned her bottom towards the crowd and clipped the hem of her
punishment shift up so that her buttocks were exposed to view.
Catcalls and jeers came from some of the more cruel. Then he
proceeded to spank her on her bare bottom with his open hand.
SWAP! SWAP! "OOOO! AH! AH! OOOOH!" she cried piteously as the
spanks rained down on her quivering buttocks. At the same time,
he reached around almost casually with his other hand, ostensibly
to hold her in place to receive her punishment. He seized her
underdeveloped girlcleft with a firm hand, massaging and kneading
her tender labia and clitoris. As he spanked her and spanked her
with one hand, he probed her hymen with the other, then
concentrated on her clitoris, pressing and pinching, twisting and
pulling. The crowd could not see this activity, since her bottom
was turned towards them. Even the girl was nearly unconscious of
it, distraught as she was from her punishment, swaying in her
tormenter's arms, breath short, knees weak, mouth dry, as she
cried out and moaned with each SMACK! Soon the stimulation of her
girlcleft made itself known. A strange wave came over her,
beginning with her clitoris, then spreading with each spank to
her bottom, and then throughout her being. Soon her cries became
more and more wild, and she bucked and jerked in her punisher's
arms. He sensed her nearing climax, so he suddenly spun her
around, turning her little mons towards the onlookers. They
hooted at the sight of the sweet young girl's most intimate area,
but their glee was shortlived; her molester just gave her two
quick hard swats on her vulva, and then hustled her inside the
building, leaving the crowd panting for the next victim. The
little girl was shaking and sobbing as she spent herself,
confused and dizzy, overwhelmed by the intensity of the
sensations in her moist girlcleft,  rubbing and rubbing her
abused bottom and labia. 
 
She fled from the town hall as soon as she could, but stopped as
she heard the SNAP! and the cries of her "partner in crime" as
the whip seized the older girl's bottom, and the crowd jeered and
gawked. Sela howled and moaned, suspended by her wrists tied
together and hung from a rafter, her legs parted by a bar
fastened to her ankles. Melinda watched almost in spite of
herself as the young teen received a stern whipping: buttocks,
thighs, breasts, and even a few strokes directly onto her lightly
fledged cleft. As Sela's tears flowed, Melinda found her hand
straying towards her own cleft... 
 
Over the next few years the little girl would often relive the
experience while lying on her mat at night, sometimes pretending
to spank herself , sometimes picturing herself as Sela, receiving
the same strict, intimate punishment she did, while rubbing her
little clitoris, then spanking her own cleft as she came with
little yips and moans. 
 
As the girl neared nine years old, times were getting worse. The
wars were going poorly for the nation, though the town had been
spared any actual combat. But food was scarce. The girl's aunt
had gone from poor guardian to none. The girl now lived in any
hovel  and  scrounged for any scrap of food she could find. 
 
Rumors were filtering into town that the Imperium had arrived
onplanet. They had allied themselves with the enemy. Against
their advanced weapons, resistance was futile. Soldiers, the few
that were left, were hurrying back to their homes. Soon the enemy
soldiers arrived. 
 
Since there was no resistance, they were not as harsh as they
might have been. There were no killings. There was no organized
rape or torture. Individual soldiers seized individual women or
girls for their pleasure, and there was some looting, but it
seemed curiously restrained. The reason why was soon apparent. 

Imperial troops arrived shortly  afterwards in force, escorting
the new provincial governor, who planned to make the town the
capital for the province. He had made some effort to ensure that
there was little violence accompanying his assumption of power.
He had given orders to limit the looting and rape. Slaves would
be taken, as they always were when the Imperium came to power,
but children would not be separated from their parents, nor wives
from their husbands (when this became generally known, there was
a spate of marriages among the teenagers of the town!). Still,
there were plenty of street children, and poor families willing
to sell their offspring, especially in these hard times. 
 
The new governor wanted there to be as little resentment towards
himself and the Imperium as possible, so as to make governing
easier. He also had another motive. Although it was not popular
in the Imperium, he was a Christian, and therefore wished to
spare the populace excess suffering. He had devoted his life to
military service with the Imperium, and now looked forward to
spending the rest of his days keeping the peace and aiding in the
development of this backwater culture.
 
He was a quiet, studious man, tall and reserved. He had lost his
wife in childbirth with their firstborn, who also died, and he
buried his grief in his duties. Now he prepared to take up a new
assignment. He was ready for a life of peace.
 
As he proceeded to set up his residence, he toured the slave
compound in order to choose some for his household. As he went
down the aisles, picking 2 or 3 likely candidates, his eyes fell
on the little girl. She was now at least partially cleaned up,
and not wearing filthy rags; she was wearing the standard child's
slave shift, a little short for her perhaps; it barely covered
her bottom and cleft. She was heartbreakingly slender, and to his
eyes seemed to have the face of an angel in despair. He did not
linger over her; indeed he outwardly seemed not to notice her.
But as he came back down the line, he seemed to almost
negligently point her out and order her to be brought along as
well, since "some use might be made of her in the kitchen or the
laundry."
 
He appeared to forget for a few days that he even had the little
girlslave. But he eventually called for her to be brought to him,
as all the slaves had been, so that he could formally assign them
their place and give them into the  charge of his housekeeper or
groundskeeper. She was shown into his room. He was sitting in an
easy chair beside the fireplace. He beckoned her to come over and
kneel on the soft rug in front of him. 
 
"What's your name, little one?" he asked. 

"Melinda, an' it please you, m'Lord" she replied, having been
coached by the slavemaster in how to address him.
 
"That's a lovely name," he said. "You don't have to call me
`m'Lord' or say `an' it please you' while we're alone together,
though; just call me `Sir', all right?" 
 
"A-all right...Sir" she managed to stammer out, hoping she wasn't
going to get herself into trouble. She had all ready seen another
slave, a young woman too haughty for her own good, tied down and
systematically whipped by the slavemaster for her insolence. 
 
He began to gently question her. Guilelessly she told him
everything she knew about herself. He was entranced by the
sweetness she retained despite her bitter life. He found himself
desiring to protect her from any harm. He wanted to take no
chances that she might fall afoul of the slavemaster or any other
supervisor, or even any other slave.
 
"Can you read?" he asked her.

"Oh, yes, Sir! I love to read! The missionary taught me how. But
I hardly ever get to read anything. Books are so expensive," she
sighed.
 
"I have many books," he told her, "Would you like to be my
librarian?"
 
"Wh-what's that?" she queried.

"That's the person who manages the books, keeps them in order,
and finds one for someone who needs one," he informed her.
 
"I think I would love to do that! May I really? Sir?" she hastily
added.
 
And so he managed to place her directly under his supervision,
and out of the way of his staff and the other slaves. He found
himself often in the library, showing her some interesting tome
or other, helping her figure out the filing system, and so forth.
He was impressed with her intelligence, and charmed by her
enrapturement at being surrounded by so many books. He even found
her a help at times in clarifying some thorny issue of
government. 
 
They talked often. Soon he even found himself unfolding to her
details of his own life. 
 
"Sir, are you married?" she asked him.

"I was," he replied briefly. "She died."

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Sir!  I guess you'd rather not talk about it,"
and she turned away, pretending to busy herself with a book. 
 
He sighed. He looked at her for a while. Then, with the air of
someone who has decided a difficult issue that has been long in
the balance, he said, "No, it's all right. I'd like to talk about
her, if you're willing to listen."
 
"Of course, Sir! Please tell me about her!"

"She was young when we were married. Older than you, but young.
I'm not very wise, but I was wise enough to tell her all about
myself before we were married. She understood, and she was kind
and loving enough to fit her desires to mine. I was devastated
when she died. I guess I went a little crazy for a while after
that; but craziness sometimes helps in battle, and my troops
fought well. Being here is part of the reward from the Imperium
for my service."
 
"What do you mean, `she understood' and `fit her desires to'
you?" she asked. "Sir?" she remembered to add. "Understood what?
What desires did she have to `fit' to?" she asked ingenuously.

"To explain that, I need to know how much you know about some
things," he answered. "You know what `sex' is, don't you?"  She
nodded shyly.  "And you know what sexual desire is?" She was less
certain of that. "Do you know what happens to a male when he
wants to have sex with a female?" 
 
"Yes, Sir," she replied softly, "I've seen the animals; the dogs
and the farm animals. I guess it's the same way with men..."
 
"Yes, pretty much the same way. When a man has a desire to have
sex with a woman, that's a sexual desire. It often affects him
physically that way, as well. And the desire that she fit to mine
was sexual desire of a certain kind," he informed her. 
 
"What kind, Sir?"

"Let me tell you about something that may seem kind of strange to
you, Melinda. Now you know that most men can be sexually excited
by seeing a pretty woman and thinking about having sex with her,
don't you?" Again she nodded her head shyly. "Well some men will
get sexually excited by many other things having to do with a
woman. Some of them might seem weird. All of these unusual ways
of sexual excitement are called "fetishes". Some men have to have
their fetish as part of sex in order to be sexually excited,
others just like it more with it than without it. 
 
"Let me give you an example: believe it or not, some men are
sexually excited at the thought of a woman wearing high heeled
shoes, or red shoes, or both. They can't get fully sexually
excited unless she's wearing the right shoes. Other men with a
similar fetish might only need to imagine that she's wearing
certain shoes to get more excited. Do you understand?" She nodded
slowly.  "There are many different fetishes, and some people have
more than one. When I was courting my wife, I told her about
mine. Even though many women might not have wanted to see me
anymore, she not only accepted my predeliction, she
enthusiastically  joined in. You see, I, too, have a fetish.
Actually two of them.
 
"One is that I enjoy spanking and punishing a pretty girl. Oh, I
can have sex without it, but with it it is much more enjoyable.
And my wife not only let me spank her, and whip her, and punish
her in various ways, the idea of being punished seemed to excite
her, too. But that's not all...
 
"You see, my wife really did look a lot like you. She was small,
and slender, and looked even younger than she was. And she
willingly would `playact', pretending to be much younger than she
was. And that helped me, because the other particular desire that
I have is to have sex with a very young girl. A girl who is
slender, like you..." And he traced his hand down her side. "And
has slim hips, like yours," he said as he patted her bottom. "And
no more than little buds for breasts," he said as he slid his
hand from her belly to her chest, tracing a finger over first one
nipple, then the other, through her thin shift, making her
tremble.
 
"But most importantly," he said, as he cupped her chin in his
hand and gently raised her head, her eyes meeting his, "The face
of an angel...like yours." And he kissed her, long and sweet, but
not deep. 
 
"So that's how it is, little one. I love you. I desire you. I
want you to be mine forever. I want to punish you and rape you
again and again. If I keep you with me, then I will take you to
be my wife and do these things to you.
 
"But if you don't want to stay with me, then I will arrange for
you to go to some good family back in the Imperium. You'll be a
slave, but well-treated. Most likely you'll eventually be
adopted, or given in marriage to one of the sons of the
household. Of course I can't guarantee you won't be spanked
somewhere along the way!" he chuckled.
 
"So what do you think, little one? What do you want to do?"

She hung her head for a moment in thought. But it really wasn't
hard for her to reach her decision. "I would like to stay with
you, Sir, as you desire it," she said softly.
 
He picked her up, and held her in a long hug, rocking her back
and forth as she clung to him. Then, before anything could happen
to get in the way, he coached her through the recitation of the
wedding vows. Then he kissed the "bride".
 
Melinda assumed he would immediately molest her, but he didn't.
With a smile and a little pat on her bottom, he simply sent her
to her book stacks, while he went back to work. Some days passed.
Still he did not spank her, or rape her, or anything. She began
to wonder if it had all been a dream, or just a joke. 
 
Perhaps she unconsciously decided to test him, perhaps she was
simply "in a mood"; at any rate, one day two or three weeks after
they were married, she "talked back" to him. It wasn't anything
insulting, and it could have been interpreted as just joking, but
he grabbed her arm, spun her around to face him, and said, "Young
lady, you are out of line! You've been asking for a spanking, and
now you're going to get it!"
 
With that, he bent her under his arm, threw up her skirt, and
proceeded to give her a brisk, businesslike spanking. SMAK,
SWACK, SWAP! "Ah! Oh! O-O-O!" she cried out as she wriggled and
squirmed from her punishment. Not only did it sting, but it was
terribly embarrassing to have a man spanking her bare
nine-year-old bottom! With a final SMACK! he straightened her up
and tossed her skirt back over her bottom. Then he went back to
work. She stood there, somewhat dazed and bewildered from the
experience, expecting him at any moment to come back and rape
her. When he didn't, she didn't know whether to be relieved or
disappointed. That night she masturbated vigorously to the
thought of him spanking and raping her.
 
More days passed, and again he did not spank or rape her. She
would have thought that he didn't care for her, except that he
was very loving in every other way. He hugged her tight when he
first saw her in the mornings (they still slept in separate
rooms), he spent time with her, talking, reading to her, teaching
her history and interplanetary cosmology, and so forth.
 
In fact, it was in the setting of her lessons with him that he
punished her next. He had begun to give her little assignments in
mathematics for her to do while he was away. One day he was
checking one piece of work while she diligently plowed through
another. He marked the wrong answers and set it in front of her.

 
"You've missed three questions out of twenty. That's good, but
not good enough; you'll have to be punished, young lady." With
that he slid her chair out from under the desk, her bare thighs
gleaming in the light. He swept a ruler off the desk and brought
it down sharply across the top of her thighs, WAK! 
 
"AAAH!" she cried out, and "OOO! A-A-A-AAAH!" again, as he
smacked her thighs over and over.  Then he pulled her to her feet
and bent her forwards over the desk. He tossed up her skirt, and
WAPWAPWAP! went the ruler across her naked bottom as she moaned
and yelped. Then he spun her around, bent her backward over the
desk, and brought the ruler up once, sharply, between her legs,
full upon her unfledged girlcleft: WAPPP! "AAAAAA!" she nearly
screamed, and almost came on the spot. 
 
He tossed the ruler back on the desk, gave her a quick hug, and
strode out, saying, "There, young lady, I hope you've learned
your lesson!" As he left, she sank back into her chair, rubbing
her little bottom, thighs, and cleft as she moaned and sobbed.

That night, he came to her room. She was asleep. He pulled her
covers back and gazed down at her in wonder and delight. Then he
took the riding crop he had with him, nudged the hem of her shift
up off her thighs, and began whipping her directly on her bare
thighs, WAKWAKWAKWAK! "AAAA!" she cried out as she woke up,
frantic. He swept her up in his arms, cuddling her closely as her
fear left her, and she relaxed against him, feeling safe and
protected. Then he sent her to the bathroom.
 
When she returned, he had her stand in the middle of the floor.
He took a switch he had brought with him and began to
systematically whip her legs, starting with the backs of her
calves, then the backs of her thighs, then the front of her
thighs, and then her bottom. He spent some time switching her on
her buttocks, letting the sting of one stroke set in, then
delivering another just above or below the previous, admiring the
network of thin, faint red lines that faded slowly.
 
He stopped abruptly, and pulled her shift all the way off her
slender preteen body, now swaying from the intensity of her
punishment. She was stunning: long silky hair, slim shoulders and
hips only barely beginning to think about flaring, hardly any
baby fat left, her nipples just starting to become more
prominent, but nothing underneath them except breast buds, her
sweet unfledged cleft lips peeping out from between her thighs.
The top of her head barely came up to his chest. She was deeply
embarrassed to be just nine years old and to be so naked in front
of a grown man.
 
He stared for a while at her little breasts. She blushed
prettily, nearly down to her nipples. Suddenly he seized her
breast buds and nipples in his hands and began to knead and work
them, pinching and twisting her tender nipples as she gasped and
moaned, "SSSS! Ooooo!"
 
Then he took the switch and began to whip her directly on her
nipples and breast buds. WAK! WAP! "Ooooh! Aaaaah! Oh, please
Sir! AAAA!" she cried out. When he finally finished whipping her
breasts they were fetchingly reddened, her nipples stiff and
tender.
 
He took her to the bed and put her in knee-chest position. She
squirmed at the realization of how exposed her little-girl cleft
and anus were to the man's eyes. Then all thought was driven from
her mind, for he had brought a groovestrap whistling down to
smack full upon her girlcleft, her perineum, and her anus, WHAPP!
"AAAAAAA!" she nearly screamed, and then, "OOOOO! AAAA!
A-A-A-A-AAAAH!" as he whipped her again and again on her most
intimate parts.
 
Finally he could hold back no longer. He probed her anus fiercely
with lubricated fingers; one, two, then three at a time, his
other hand roughly massaging her clitoris, as she yipped and
squirmed. Then he lay over her, seized her slim shoulders, and
plunged his rod with one thrust deep into her tender delicate
anus. She cried out wildly as she felt her tissues stretch to
accommodate his tool. She cried out more, rhythmically, as he
methodically raped her anus, reaching around to molest her
clitoris so that soon she was bucking and moaning, and crying out
and coming, as he too achieved climax, spilling his seed into her
rectum as she sobbed and sniffed.
 
He carried her into the bathroom and started the shower. He took
her into the shower and commenced to clean her well, with a rough
terry cloth scrubbing her nipples, clitoris, and anus. When she
moaned and struggled briefly, he said sternly, "Hold still, young
lady!" and he pushed her front up against the wall, so that her
nipples and cleft lips were pressed against the cold tile. He
took a flexible clear plastic ruler that was hanging in the
shower and smacked her bottom and the backs of her thighs. Then
he repeatedly brought it up sharply between her legs as she cried
out wildly. He returned to washing her, and this time she held
still!
 
He took her out of the shower and carefully dried her, again
paying close attention to her nipples, her unfledged girlcleft,
and her anus, as she moaned and trembled. He carried her tenderly
back to the bed and laid her gently upon it. He kissed her all
over her face: forehead, glabella, the tip of her nose, cheeks,
and then full on her mouth, long and sweet. Then he kissed her
neck and moved down to her chest. He went from one nipple to the
other, nibbling and sucking, biting and pulling, as she moaned
softly. He slid down to her belly, pausing a moment to playfully
blow a zorbert into her jewel of a navel, making her giggle. 
 
Then suddenly he was there, essentially raping her cleft with his
tongue, pressing insistently against her hymen, then seizing her
clitoris in a long bite between tongue and teeth that left her
nearly paralyzed from the intensity of feeling it provoked in
her. The embarrassment of knowing that, at nine years old, a man
was kissing her on her most intimate place, was nearly
overwhelming. Yet her hips were moving of their own volition,
pressing her smooth little sex against his mouth. Her breath came
shorter and shorter, her little soft cries becoming louder and
more intense.
 
It was time. He raised up, pressed the head of his rod against
the unfledged lips of her vulva. He insinuated himself within her
until he was pressing firmly against her hymen. Then with one
hard thrust he raped her of her maidenhead and buried himself to
her cervix as she screamed and sobbed. He lay with her, not
moving, as her sobs died down to the occasional sniffle.  She
could feel his rod throbbing within her. He began to thrust in
and out of her, long and slow at first, then faster and harder,
raping her thoroughly as she nearly screamed with each thrust.
Soon the familiar wave began building between her legs, then
spreading to take over her whole body, as she came and came,
shouting, "Oh, Sir! Oh, Sir! Oh, Sir! OOOOOH!" Even after she had
spent herself, he punished her with repeated hard, long strokes,
until finally he deigned to empty his seed at her cervix.
 
She lay in his arms for some time afterwards, now fulfilled,
knowing that she was safe, and loved, and desired, and punished.

 
The End

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