Perverts 'R' Us

Tatiana's Tale

By Old Boy ( M/g, nc )

The following is a companion story to my earlier one, "An Old Detective Rescues a Girl".

Hello. My name is Tatiana and I am nine, going on ten years old. I was born in St. Petersburg, Russia which is in the far northwest part of the country. Many of us are blue-eyed blondes like the peoples of Scandinavia. I don't remember much about Russia because I was adopted by a very nice older lady in America when I was just two years old. I grew up speaking English and I only know a few Russian words now.

I do well in school. I have completed the fourth grade and will be starting the fifth grade in the fall, so you see I am a big girl now. My mother was a nurse who worked at the hospital. We lived in a big apartment building on the first floor. The building superintendent had an apartment in the basement where he lived alone. His name was Mr. Rogers and he always seemed to be around, fixing the plumbing and doing other work in the apartments.

Mr. Rogers seemed to like me. He told me he thought I was a very pretty girl. He was always looking at me, especially when I was wearing short dresses instead of jeans. I think he liked looking up my legs. Sometimes he invited me to come to his apartment where he said he would give me a special treat. But I told him that my mom would not let me visit grown men unless she was with me. He seemed real disappointed when I told him that.

One hot summer day I was wearing a little sundress that showed off my bare arms, shoulders, and legs. My mom was at work at the hospital. Usually she had an old lady who lived down the hall watch me while she was at work, but the old lady was ill and in the hospital that day. Mr. Rogers saw me skipping along the hallway and he said how pretty I looked in my sundress. He asked me if my mother was home and I told him she was working at the hospital.

Awhile later I was in our apartment watching a kid's program on TV when there was a knock on the door. "Who is it?" I asked. Mom had told me not to open the door when she was not home unless it was someone we knew.

"It's Mr. Rogers. I need to check the plumbing for leaks. Open the door, Tatiana." he said. So I opened the door and let him in. He had a tool belt on him and a big bag folded up and he was wearing work gloves. Later I learned it was what is called a duffle bag, where soldiers pack up all their clothes and stuff. He looked at me and smiled and then he went into the bathroom for a minute. He came back out and checked the kitchen sink too.

"Well I don't see any leaks," he said. "Is your mother home yet?"

"No, I don't expect her for awhile," I replied. He grinned at me when I said that.

"Well now, let me show you something, Tatiana," he said approaching me with something held behind his back. I looked at him curiously trying to see what he was holding. Suddenly he produced a strip of duct tape and before I could cry out he clamped it over my mouth, gagging me. I was alarmed and tried to cry out, but only muffled whimpers came through the gag.

Quickly he taped my wrists together and then my ankles, so I was quite helpless. He opened up the duffle bag and I saw that he meant to stuff me inside it and carry me off. I struggled against that, but it was no use and he began getting me into the bag, feet first. Just then there came a noise of a key working the lock in our apartment door. It was my mom, home early from work.

"What are you doing with my daughter?" Mom cried out, looking at the man with a horrified look on her face. Before she could do anything the man pulled a big knife from his belt and lunged at my mom. She cried out just once as I saw his arm shoot forward at her, and then again. His back was towards me and I could not see for sure what he was doing but I think he was stabbing her.

Anyways Mom slumped to the floor and I saw there was a lot of blood before he turned towards me, cutting off my view of what was happening to her. Roughly he stuffed me into the duffle bag, in a hurry now. He threw the bag over his shoulder and carried me off, locking the apartment door behind him. I was terrified, not just at what he was doing with me, but what he had just done to my mom. Had he killed her? I did not know for sure but I suspected that he had.

Before long I felt him setting the bag down. He opened it up, hauled me out and set me down on a smelly old mattress. Looking around, I could see that we were in a large basement. There was a big boiler and furnace to one side of me, and a heavy workbench to the other side. There were all sorts of boxes and pieces of old furniture too being stored down here. There was a bright light overhead, a bare light bulb and cord hanging down from the ceiling and lighting up the area.

Mr. Rogers looked at me, grinning from ear to ear. The man had a crazed look on his face that frightened me even more. "Well now Tatiana, I'm so glad you have decided to visit me after all," he said, just like I had come here on my own.

"Let's just get these clothes off of you and see what we have here," he said. With that he took off my sandals and paused a moment to tickle my bare feet, making me laugh through my tears. Then he hauled my sundress up and off over my head, tearing it a little. He had to remove the duct tape around my wrists to get the dress completely off me. He tossed my dress aside like he would an old rag. That left me wearing only my panties now.

The man ran his hands over my chest where my breast buds were poking out at him. He felt the fleshy bumps and pinched my pink nipples, hurting me. I think he wanted to hurt my little titties. He cackled madly as he did that to me. Then he tore the duct tape off of my ankles too and he hauled down my panties and took them off, tossing them onto my rumpled sundress.

I started to take the duct tape off of my mouth but he slapped my hands away. "Don't you dare do that unless I tell you to, you little bitch!" he said, slapping my face to empathize his point. Terrified I dropped my hands to my side as he made sure the tape was still secure over my mouth. He made me spread my legs wide and stand like that while he ran his hands all over me between my legs examining my hairless little pussy. I moaned through my gag, needing to pee.

I guess he realized that I needed to go because he produced a bucket then and held it between my legs. "Go on, Tatiana, let me see you pee," he said. It was like an order the way he said it, one I dare not disobey. So I let go and my pee splashed down into the bucket making a hollow sound. The man seemed quite pleased as he watched the pee erupting from my little pee-hole and streaming down into the bucket. I think he liked watching a girl pee for some reason.

When I was done peeing he set the bucket aside. He hauled me roughly over to an old wooden chair and sat down on it, draping me over his lap face down. Then to my surprise he began spanking me!

"What a naughty girl you are, Tatiana, peeing in front of a man!" he said, as he spanked me soundly on my bare bottom. I made muffled sounds through my gagged mouth, trying to object because he had ordered me to pee for him to watch. I don't think it would have mattered to him. He was just looking for any excuse to spank me, just because he wanted to do that to me.

After he had spanked my bottom cheeks until they were rosy his fingers began doing things to me between my legs, poking and pinching me there as he laughed madly at what he was doing to me. I kicked my bare legs about trying vainly to get away, but he held me firmly with his other arm so that I was not going anywhere. Somehow I think his fingers tore my hymen because I noticed that he had some blood on his fingers. Finally he tired of that sport. I was crying a lot from the hurt.

Mr. Rogers put me back down on the mattress and watched me to see that I would not try to get away. He took off his own clothes and set them aside. His erect cock stood out from his body, menacing me. I had heard enough about what men do with women to realize that he probably meant to shove that thing inside my little body. Surely I was too small to take such a big fleshy thing inside me. It would tear me apart, I thought.

"Well now pretty Tatiana, I just know you are going to want me to make love to you, aren't you?" he said, laughing at me and mocking me. I shook my head 'no' and he slapped me. "Don't you dare say no to me!" he said, mad that I would reject him.

He got between my legs then, spreading them wide with his hands and telling me to keep them spread for him. I was too scared not to do as he told me. His big cock head was at the opening into my body, what my mom had told me was my vagina. He shoved suddenly at me and it began to force its way into me. I cried out through my muffled mouth but that only made him thrust harder at me. It hurt so much down there.

Then somehow he got it into me and he filled me up with his cock. He laughed madly and he began pumping himself at me, hurting me and apparently liking it that he was hurting me. The man raped me, thrusting himself hard at me as though he wanted to punish me with his cock. Finally after what seemed an awfully long time to me, he cried out and I could feel a gush of something deep inside me. I knew enough to know that he had cum inside me.

I cried helplessly beneath him as he did that to me. My mom had told me that this should be a very special thing between two people who loved each other. Sometimes people did this to make a baby. I did not want to make a baby. I did not love Mr. Rogers and he certainly did not love me! He could just do anything he wanted to me, and he knew it.

After he raped me the man decided to bite my little titties. He bit them and chewed on them, even drawing a little blood from around my stiff pink nipples. Then he did the same thing to me between my legs, biting me all over my little pussy. I don't know why he wanted to hurt me like that, but he did.

Before long he had another erection. This time he took my ankles and bent them back, raising up my little asshole. I could not believe what he did to me next. He forced his cock up into my ass! What a disgusting thing to do to a girl, I thought. It hurt a lot as he forced his way into my ass but he didn't care that he was hurting me. He raped my ass hard, just as he had raped my vagina earlier. Finally he came again, shooting more of his disgusting stuff up into my body.

After that he rested awhile, biting me some more until he was ready to go again. This time he tore the duct tape off of my mouth. Before I could say anything he shoved his smelly shit-coated cock into my mouth and forced me to suck him clean. It was just too much and I nearly passed out. But he slapped my face and made me continue sucking him. It took him a long time to cum this time, his third time, and my jaws were getting tired. But finally he came in my mouth. He made me swallow it all down too.

Finally exhausted and done with me, Mr. Rogers put a fresh strip of duct tape over my mouth to keep me from crying out. Then he tied some ropes to my wrists and ankles. He drew the ropes over to pipes on the boiler on one side of me, and to the legs of the heavy workbench on the other side. He tied me spread-eagle and naked like that lying on the old mattress. Then he got dressed and he left me there, turning out the light and leaving me alone in the darkness.

I don't know how long he was gone, but it seemed to be forever to me. I had to pee again. I tried to hold back but finally I just had to let it go, peeing all over the mattress. It was not long after that the bare light bulb above my head was turned on, the sudden light in the darkness blinding me for a minute. There was Mr. Rogers again, grinning down at my naked body. He was naked too. Then he saw the dark wet stain on the mattress.

"What's this? You peed without my permission? You little bitch!" he said. He knelt down beside me then and the man spanked me right on my gaping pussy! Ow, that hurt! He spanked my sensitive sex parts like a madman. I could not believe how mean he was to me. Finally he tired of that and he regarded how rosy my pussy had become. He laughed then.

His cock was stiff now and he shoved it into me and raped me again, hurting me some more. He liked to rape and hurt me. I wondered how many other little girls he had done this to. He belonged in prison for doing this I thought. But I was in no position to stop him. I wondered what would become of me. I figured he had killed my mother and so he would eventually kill me too. I cried for my mother and for myself. It all seemed so hopeless now.

I don't know how long Mr. Rogers kept me as his naked sex slave tied up in the basement but it must have been several days at least. I did my best not to pee until he returned and held the bucket for me to go in. Once a day he would let me poop in the bucket too. But he wasn't feeding me anything but his cum, so I didn't need to poop much after the first day or so. My mouth got awfully dry and I was very thirsty but he never offered me anything to drink other than his cum. I began looking forward to sucking his cock off. What a mean man.

The awful rapes and spankings and biting of my titties and pussy continued until I lost all hope. I figured that he would either kill me soon or I might die of thirst. Then one day when he came to me he looked even more deranged than usual. I watched him set out some ropes and trash bags and a butcher knife and meat cleaver next to my rumpled sundress and panties.

This was it, I thought. Surely he was going to kill me now. But first he wanted to say goodbye to me I guess. His way of doing that was to rape my pussy one more time, fucking me really hard. Just as I felt him cumming inside me there was a faint knocking in the distance. The knocking was insistent and it continued for a minute.

"What the hell!" he exclaimed, hastily withdrawing from me. He zipped up his pants and left me then to go and answer the knock on his apartment door. I waited there for him to return and finish the job, knowing that he intended to kill me. He would probably dismember me and put parts of me into the trash bags. I figured he would throw the trash bags in the big dumpster behind our apartment building. A truck would carry me off to the landfill which would be my final grave.

I wept silently. At least the pain would finally be over I thought as I resolved to make peace with God. I believed that the angels would escort me into the presence of God and I would see my mother there in Heaven. It would be a happy reunion I thought, and I was even looking forward to it.

Suddenly I heard a sharp noise. A gunshot, I realized! I lay there for a minute not knowing what had happened. Then an angel appeared before me. A strange looking angel I must say. It was a muscular old man, slightly balding, looking down at me. He bent and gently took the duct tape off of my mouth. I tried to thank him but only a hoarse whisper came out. He got me a glass of water from the basement sink and held my head up so I could drink it. Never had water tasted so good to me!

The man freed me from the ropes that had me tied down spread-eagle. He helped me get up and get dressed again and then he escorted me out of the basement and into Mr. Rogers apartment. I screamed when I saw him lying there in a pool of blood, apparently dead. My rescuer told me he was a policeman just retired. His name was Dan Douglas.

He confirmed my fears that my mother was dead. He told me I would not have to go back to Russia, the land of my birth. I was glad because I considered myself to be an American girl now and I hardly spoke any Russian. The policeman went to my apartment to get my papers and my teddy bear. Somehow I really needed my teddy bear now. Then we left the apartment building. I asked the man if he would look after me as I did not trust anybody else now. He finally decided that he would keep me with him. I was thrilled. He would be my Uncle Dan.

He took me home with him. I was very dirty and smelly after what Mr. Rogers had done to me. I needed a bath and I asked Uncle Dan to help me with it. He was so gentle with me as he washed me all over. It felt so good to be clean again, and secure in the arms of this nice man. I saw he had a hard-on from the stimulation of bathing me. His cock was bigger than Mr. Rogers and I was afraid it would hurt me if he fucked me. But Uncle Dan assured me he would not hurt me.

I decided that I should do something to relieve the nice man's hard-on. One good thing Mr. Rogers had taught me was how to take care of a man's erect penis. I went down on Uncle Dan's cock taking the head of it in my mouth and sucking it, while I used my hands to stroke his shaft. Soon enough he was feeding me a tasty load of his cum. I really love the taste of cum and I swallowed it right down.

After Uncle Dan helped me dry off I asked to sleep with him and he allowed me to do that. I curled up in bed with him clutching my teddy bear. My life was not over after all. God had saved me from the devil in the form of Mr. Rogers and had spared my life, I thought.

The next morning we began a long car trip to Florida where Uncle Dan had a furnished condo waiting for him. He had just retired and planned to live there and now I would be sharing his new home. It was a long trip. We stopped along the way to eat a few times and finally arrived at our new home around midnight. I looked through the nice condo but we were tired then and so we went right to bed.

The next morning when we woke up I saw that Uncle Dan had a hard-on. He was still asleep but I decided to relieve him and so I went down on him and sucked him off. He woke up while I was doing that. Soon he fed me some of his tasty cum. Then to my surprise he decided to go down on me. Unlike Mr. Rogers, he did not bite my pussy but he kissed and licked it and made it feel so good. Uncle Dan made love to me with his mouth. I could not believe the wonderful feelings I had. Then my whole body convulsed and I experienced the greatest pleasure of my life.

When I calmed down again Uncle Dan explained that I had just had an orgasm, my first ever. We got up and showered together which was very nice I thought. We only had toast and coffee for breakfast as we had few groceries in the house. We went shopping then and I bought some real cool clothes and stuff including a couple of training bras, my first ones. Then we went grocery shopping too. After we got back home we took a walk around the condo grounds. I loved the palm trees and the beautiful Florida flowers.

We met some of our neighbors, mostly older retired people, and Uncle Dan introduced me as his niece who was living with him now. The people were all very nice to me. We walked around a lake and then I saw that we had a big swimming pool too. Cool! We went back home and got into our swimsuits. Mine was a new little bikini that showed off my young body quite well I thought. Uncle Dan thought he looked too old in his swimming trunks but I assured him that he looked super to me. Then we went swimming at the pool and had a lot of fun there.

Later we had a nice lunch and then we relaxed on our lanai. We talked about getting me enrolled in school and decided that I could enroll in a home schooling program using the computer. That meant I could study at home with Uncle Dan which I thought was cool too. We had a nice supper and then we watched a little TV. However I said I wanted to have another orgasm and so Uncle Dan and I went to bed early.

He told me he wanted to fuck me this time. I was scared that it would hurt me because his cock was bigger than Mr. Rogers had been. But Uncle Dan said I could be on top and decide how much cock to take in my little vagina. Cool! Once we got into fucking together I decided that I wanted him to fill me up with cock, so I sat down hard on his big cock and took most of it inside me. I found that I could stretch enough to do that without it hurting me.

I rode him like he was my horsie and it was a whole lot of fun. Fucking with Uncle Dan was way different from being raped by Mr. Rogers. I got more and more excited and before long I cried out, having an orgasm this way with his cock up my vagina. As I came my vagina milked him off and Uncle Dan cried out and came with me. Cool! After we cleaned each other off with our mouths we curled up and went to sleep together.

I miss my mom and it makes me sad when I think of how she died. But I love living with my Uncle Dan now. He is so good to me and gives me such fun orgasms! Some day when I am old enough I would like to have babies with Uncle Dan. I am not sure how he might feel about that, but I have a feeling that he will not deny me anything I really want. Way cool!

P.S. You might want to read my Uncle Dan's account of our story too.

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