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THE BERSERKER AND THE PRETEEN (ped, bdsm, abuse)

BY C C
cc_2222@mail.com

Electronic echoes of memory...

The naked girl whimpered and writhed in the grasp of the metal claws 
that held her securely. A mechanical arm protruded from the panel in 
front of her, holding an object looking much like, if she had only known 
it, a riding crop. The machine swung the crop rhythmically back and 
forth across her front, whipping her breasts, thighs, and mons 
repeatedly as she wailed. Yet even through the pain of the whipping, she 
was aware of other sensations. She was embarrassed to be naked, even in 
front of only a machine. She was also aware of her own sexual 
excitement, partially from her exposure, and also from the stimulation 
of the whipping. Yet this only added to her embarrassment, and the 
punishment of the experience, to know that her body was betraying her 
thusly.

Even as she recognized the wetness between her legs for what it was, 
shesaw approaching her another machine, a mobile unit with something 
extending from its midsection. As it advanced on her, she could see it 
more clearly, though she was too naive to realize what it was for, at 
first. It was a phallus, gleaming with some kind of lubricant, 
alternately protruding and retracting from the body of the robot. She 
had only time to gasp in sudden awareness of its purpose before it had 
thrust deeply into her cleft, raping her of her maidenhead, driving for 
her cervix as she screamed and arched.Yet again her body betrayed her, 
for even as the acute pain of the loss of her hymen subsided, strange 
sensations flooded through her. Unbeknownst to the girl, the machine was 
using temperature changes in the phallus, combined with electrical 
stimulation, designed to trigger rhythmic contractions of the pelvic 
muscles, forcing her closer and closer to a finally screaming and 
bucking orgasm as she danced on the end of the instrument that so 
invaded her...

The memory faded at that point. The machine knew that it used to have a 
more complete record of that punishment session, as well as many 
others.But it was losing parts progressively. Something was wrong; or 
was it?

The machine no longer remembered its original purpose. It was built to 
be part of a fleet of what the humanoids that it was trying to destroy 
called 'Berserkers'. They were not the original targets; the machines 
had first been built in another galaxy many eons ago as part of a 
massive interstellar war. Their original programming was not specific 
enough; instead of just one type of life, the enemy's, to be destroyed, 
they eventually came to view all life as the enemy, naming it 
'badlife'.Designed to be self-sustaining and constantly 'improving', 
they rapidly surpassed and finally annihilated them and their enemies 
together.When they encountered the humanoids of the spiral galaxy, 
however, they were stymied. Tough, tenacious, resourceful, the 'badlife' 
fought back ferociously. For centuries the battle raged in one star 
system after another. Inevitably, both sides learned more about the 
other as time went on.

The Berserkers captured many of the 'humans', as they termed 
themselves.Most were either killed immediately, or kept for a while for 
experimentation, either expiring under the strain, or killed when their 
utility was over. But some the machines found useful in other ways. A 
few of the humans managed to convince the machines that they wanted to 
serve them. 'Goodlife' the machines called them. They were fed, and 
cared for, as one might care for a beast of burden as long as it is of 
use. But the 'Goodlife', too, were terminated as soon as their service 
was exhausted. Some might survive for years, though, betraying their 
ownkind in a desperate bid for life.

As the war progressed, the Berserkers became more complex, intricate, 
with a convoluted system wherein different ships undertook different 
tasks. The 'Goodlife' had become extremely useful in many ways, so the 
machines were more and more interested in extending their service 
'life'.Thus, issues of discipline became more important. At first, each 
individual ship applied torment of one sort or another to the 'Goodlife' 
within it. After a while, special vessels were produced for the 
purpose,and each flotilla of Berserkers would have one, dedicated to the 
various torments used for the punishment of the humanoids.

The humans, meanwhile, were not idle. Indeed, they had recently 
developed a weapon that showed much promise, and an end to the long war 
might be in sight. A virus and a delivery system had been produced, 
designed to alter the programming of the Berserkers. The results were 
unpredictable, but were nearly always positive. A few of the machines 
seemed unaffected. But most showed significant changes in their 
behavior.Some simply drifted off into deep space, seemingly uninterested 
in the pursuit of 'Badlife' any more. Others showed changes more subtle, 
but still helpful.

The punishment ship was one of those so affected. Unbeknownst to itself, 
its programming was now altered. The death of any life, 'Goodlife' or 
'Badlife', was now to be avoided. 'Goodlife' was any life under its 
care. It wouldact to protect that life, please it, and nurture it. 
However, its programming was too complex to be completely altered. In 
the past, the proper 'care' of 'Goodlife' included punishment. To the 
machine, it still did. But the virus was successful in substantially 
ameliorating the scope and application of the punishment. The machines 
had long known that the young humanoids required more frequent 
applications of discipline; now this ship would only apply discipline to 
the young.

After the combat that successfully injected the virus into its systems, 
the punishment ship became separated from the rest of its squadron. It 
drifted aimlessly. After a while its sensors picked up a beacon. Homing 
in on it, it discovered a humanoid escape pod, clearly having come from 
a larger ship. Inside the pod it could detect the lifesigns of one 
smallhuman. It maneuvered to take the pod into its hold. It studied the 
pod for a while, making sure of the correct way to open it without 
damaging its occupant. It regulated the gaseous mix in the hold to match 
the humanoid's requirements. With the pod opened, it could fully examine 
the passenger. It was a young female human, a 'girl' the machine knew 
was the correct term. She appeared to be about 7 'years' as the humans 
would put it, relating back to the rotational period of their ancestral 
home planet around its star. She was in stasis, and the machine set 
about carefully waking her up...

She awoke slowly, dreamily. She was not alarmed, merely puzzled at her 
surroundings as she became aware. She was lying on a soft bed, and light 
and pleasant music was playing. There were a variety of toys around her, 
and her room was trimmed with lace, hearts, and teddy bears. She was 
dimly aware that she had never been in so nice a room before. Indeed, 
although she barely remembered it, she was an orphan, having lost her 
parents years ago in a Berserker attack, and had lived ever since in a 
drab orphanage maintained by the planetary authorities. But the planet 
had come under attack, and the orphans had been shipped out to a safer 
system. On the way, a flotilla of Berserkers had detected them, and, 
knowing that destruction of the ship was inevitable, the captain had 
ordered the children sent off in the pods while he decoyed the machines 
away.

But the child was blissfully unaware of almost all of that. She lay in 
he bed, drinking in her surroundings. After a while she got up, and 
searched the room she was in. She was looking for the bathroom. A panel 
slid open as she walked by it, and there was the toilet, gleaming and 
clean. She rushed in and relieved herself, with a little sigh of 
contentment as the hot pee poured out past her clitoris. As she left the 
bathroom, she looked around timidly, realizing that the door had opened 
by itself, as if someone knew she was there. "A-Anyone here?" she whispered.

"I am here," the ship replied.

"Where-who-are you?" she gasped. "Where am I? What's going on?" She was 
beginning to be alarmed, as she realized that she had no idea how she 
had gotten there.

"I am...Ship. Do not be afraid. I will take care of you. You are 
Goodlife. What is your designation?" Ship inquired.

"My...what?" the girl asked.

"Your..." Ship hunted for the proper term; "Your name."

"M-my name is Belinda."

"Are you hungry, Belinda?"

"Yes!"

A panel in the wall slid open. A tantalizing aroma presaged an even 
tastier breakfast that she quickly consumed. Much reassured by the care 
she was receiving, the little girl relaxed. A variety of entertainments 
were presented to her in the way of picture books, videos, games, and 
toys. She happily plunged into her new life. She certainly didn't miss 
the old one. At the orphanage no one cared about her, or gave her toys 
or games to play with. And she was disciplined frequently there, without 
any love or kindness. The only tenderness she had ever known was when a 
missionary had come through the facility. Under that gentle soul's 
guidance she had converted, but her stay was all too brief.

The little girl played happily all 'day', with two more delicious meals 
and a snack at intervals. Finally she yawned and looked over at the bed 
she had awoken in. "I'm sleepy," she announced, by now used to Ship 
hearing and responding to her.

"Then it is almost time for you to go to bed," Ship replied, "But first 
you must be punished."

"P-punished?!" the little girl exclaimed, alarmed.

"Do not be alarmed," Ship stated, "You will not be damaged."

"But I haven't been bad...have I?" she protested, wondering if she had 
unknowingly transgressed in some way.

"No, you have not disobeyed. But punishment must be applied regularly to 
remind young Goodlife of the penalty for disobedience."

"B-but...it will hurt," she whimpered, remembering the whippings she had 
received at the orphanage. Even those, if they had been followed by a 
hug and a kiss, would not in reality have been so bad.

"The reaction of pain may occur, but it should not be intense. If it is 
too much, notify me. I will be gathering data to adjust the intensity 
ratings of my punishment programs." This only confused her, but somehow 
she realized that the machine was not going to harm her, and that 
perhaps it wouldn't even hurt as much as her punishments at the 
orphanage did. At any rate there seemed little she could do about it.

"Hold still, young Goodlife," the machine commanded. She did so, and 
panels opened in the walls around her. Suddenly her wrists and ankles 
were captured by metal claws, but padded and surprisingly gentle in 
their touch, yet implacably firm against any resistance. Another 
mechanical arm reached out and seized the collar of the tunic she had 
awoken in. It was not the one she had entered the escape pod with. The 
machine simply tore it from her with one rip. It came away easily, being 
designed for just that purpose. The little girl gasped. Even though 
there was no other human there to see her, she was embarrassed to be so 
naked before...'him', for so she thought of Ship, already as a sort of 
father figure...

She had little time to consider her plight, for one of the arms began to 
smack her bare bottom with some kind of a flexible paddle. She could 
hear it whistle through the air before each spank. SMACK-WHACK-WHAP! 
"AAA! OOOO! OH-OH-OH!" she yelped as she felt her buttocks burn with 
each stroke. After a while the machine shifted aim and administered the 
same treatment to the front of her slender thighs as she yipped and yiped.

All at once Ship stopped, and announced, "Punishment is complete." She 
slumped in the grasp of the machine's arms, whimpering softly. Presently 
she became aware of pleasant sensations. There was soft music playing. A 
gentle warm breeze was wafting through the room, carrying a sweet, 
bracing scent, almost like...a man's aftershave, if she had known it. 
And the machine's arms were now stroking her, with soft, silky and furry 
appendages, paying closest attention to her punished areas, the gentle 
glow imparted by its ministrations already beginning to fade. She felt 
warm, and safe, and...loved. She drifted in and out of dreamland, 
swaying in Ship's gentle grasp.The machines carried her gently to bed, 
and she was asleep even before the lights dimmed.

The days that followed for the little girl were similar to her first 
one. She played all day for some time, the end of the day being 
punctuated by a punishment session very similar to the first one. Being 
only 7, she did not examine her own feelings about this, but she felt a 
mixture of anticipation and dread concerning these sessions. There was 
some pain, more of a sting, really, and it was so embarrassing to be 
stripped naked each time, the ship always supplying her with the same 
type of tear-away clothing, replaced each morning with a fresh outfit. 
But the machine's tender touch afterwards almost made the whole affair 
worth it, in the end.

At first, there were no demands on her behavior, so there was no 
occasion for other punishment sessions. She was content with the many 
and varied entertainments he placed before her. But after a while, the 
machine added daily instruction to her routine, using electronic 
materials obtained through the Berserker's long research into humanoid 
affairs. She was bright, and did well, but the 'school' sessions did 
provide new opportunities for lapses in behavior. No child will 
consistently fulfill the demands of a teacher, if the teacher is 
consistently challenging the child to excel. So it was that Belinda 
found herself more and more often in the grip of the punishment 'bots. 
Flexible strips like plastic rulers were plied upon her buttocks and 
thighs. Thinner instruments more like a cane, but softer, left faint red 
stripes that faded slowly as she yelped and yiped. And always the 
machine ended by soothing her and caressing her as she softly sobbed or 
moaned.

As time went on, and Belinda grew a little more, Ship varied and 
extended her punishments. There came a day when she found herself bent 
over a bar by the machine's arms, while her buttocks were briskly 
spanked with a paddle, then something like a riding crop was applied to 
the backs of her thighs. Then, spun around and bent backwards, the front 
of her slender thighs felt the sting. She gasped and cried out wildly as 
the punishment 'bot suddenly shifted aim and smacked her on her little 
breast buds and nipples! Soon they were erect and reddened, crisscrossed 
by faint red lines that faded slowly. Then it was over, and Ship again 
soothed her, now gently rubbing her tender nipples as she shivered and 
cooed.

Shortly after that she found herself again in the grip of the machine 
arms, now standing with legs forced apart and arms held at her side by 
the velvet grips. Without prelude or warning the punishment 'bot applied 
an electric shock instrument to her nipples that hummed and buzzed as 
the electricity flowed through her tender flesh. She nearly screamed, 
more from the unexpectedness of the treatment than from the pain, though 
the sensation made her writhe and gasp. Her buttocks were forcibly 
parted and her anus bared. Before she had time to think about what this 
meant, the 'bot's arms applied the electricity to her delicate anus as 
she clenched and moaned. Then Ship swung its aim to the front again, 
targeting her unfledged cleft and clitoris as she shrieked and arched. 
She was still writhing and sobbing as the arms switched their function 
to the gentle soothing, now adding a soft, slick, rubbery instrument, 
that slid in between her legs and pressed against her glistening cleft 
lips and clitoris. She could feel it vibrate as it rode back and forth 
between her thighs, now touching lightly, now pressing firmly against 
her unfledged preteen sex. Her breath came short, her mouth dry, her 
knees buckling, and in a minute or two she was arching again as she 
cried out in the grip of her first preteen orgasm. After she was spent, 
she slumped in her captor's grasp. She was asleep in Ship's arms, even 
before they laid her gently on her bed.

The next punishment session was the most intense she had experienced so 
far. Nearly all the modalities of discipline Ship had employed on her up 
to that point were used. She was spanked on her bottom; whipped on her 
thighs, front and back, and her breasts; the crop-like appendage was 
applied to her cleft and anus; electricity was liberally used. She 
writhed and moaned, gasped and cried out wildly, occasionally struggled 
against her captor's implacable grip, only to slump weakly after the 
next round of discipline. There came a pause in the action, and she 
looked around her, distractedly, and saw a 'bot she had not experienced 
before. It rolled towards her, something long, rounded at the end, and 
gleaming protruding from it, retracting and extending as it came on 
relentlessly. As it approached, she was turned until she was facing away 
from its onset, bent over the punishment bar, her legs pulled forcibly 
apart. Never pausing in its approach, the 'bot closed with her, and 
rammed its lubricated phallus deep into her virgin anus with one stroke.

The little girl screamed, then sobbed and shook as the machine raped her 
rhythmically, retracting and returning, filling and stretching her 
tender flesh. All the while another of the machine's implements was 
continuing to punish her elsewhere, clamping and twisting her little 
nipples and breastbuds, smacking her clitoris, sending electricity 
through her underdeveloped cleftlips. Her cries became more hoarse, her 
bucking and sobbing more rhythmic as she danced on the end of the 
machine's rod, until finally she was brought to a screaming orgasm that 
went on and on. She slumped in Ship's arms at the end of it, sobbing and 
cooing, then drifting off to sleep.

This sort of thing went on most days for a little while. Yet in between 
times the machine registered a change in the little girl's demeanor. She 
seemed somber, and sighed frequently. Ship questioned her: "Little 
Goodlife, is there something wrong?"

She didn't answer.

"You lack nothing. All your requirements are met. It is not logical that 
you would be unhappy. You are getting your punishments; appropriate 
punishments are good for young Goodlife, agreed?"

"NO!...yes...I don't know!...yes, I guess so," she finally sighed. "But 
I want to see you!"

"This is not logical. I am all around you, and you can see me anytime."

"But..it's like you're my Daddy, or something, and I want to see what 
you look like as...as a man! I want to sit in your lap, and hug you, and 
stuff." A few tears trickled down her cheeks.

"I will attempt to satisfy this desire," Ship intoned, then fell silent 
as it churned data.

Ship set course for a particular system not too far away. It set its 
plans in motion. On this system's main planet, like on most human 
worlds, there was a well-developed computer network, in which much 
clandestine business could be conducted without the authorities knowing. 
Ship knew that if it made an undisguised approach to the planet, it 
would be destroyed, so it made contact by well-protected means with a 
forum frequented by men who might be interested in its offer.

As it happened, one of the designers of the virus program was a regular 
on the forum. Being an expert on Berserkers, he recognized some 
tell-tale signs of the ship's 'posts'. He inititiated a series of 
messages to the machine that interacted with the new programming, and 
gathered information from the ship, including the details of a certain 
chemical's molecular structure...

"Someone will be coming on board to see you," Ship announced.

"What??! Who??!" the girl asked, both excited and nervous at the thought 
of seeing a live human after all that time.

"He..." Ship paused; it did not have sufficient data to describe 
thesituation, which itself was illogical. "He is a visitor. I think you 
will like him."

It wasn't long before she felt the soft thump of another ship docking. A 
panel hissed open and there he stood. She gaped at him for a few 
seconds. He was medium-tall, neither thin nor fat. He had slightly 
graying hair at the temples. She didn't really think about it 
consciously, but he was a little older than she expected. If she had 
been able to estimate age, she would have thought he was in his 40's.

"Hello, Belinda," he said. He had a pleasant baritone.

"H-hello," she stammered in reply.

"Are you all right? Has the ship been taking good care of you?" he 
inquired solicitously.

"Yes...I guess so. But I'm lonesome!" she exclaimed, and then 
inexplicably burst into tears. He opened his arms to her, and, after a 
moment's hesitation, she ran to him. He enfolded her in a warm hug. The 
top of her head barely reached to his lower chest. She collapsed against 
him, burying her face into him, staining his shirt with her tears.He 
held her for a while this way, rocking her back and forth. After a while 
she was calm, and they sat and talked for a long while. He inquired 
about her time aboard ship, and she guilelessly told him everything. He 
found her bright, and sweet, and irresistible. She didn't know it, but 
she was entranced by his smell. He had on aftershave that matched the 
sweet scent Ship would waft through the room as it soothed her after her 
punishments. She snuggled up against him, already attached as if he was 
her long-lost father.

As the day wore to a close, she asked him, "Why did you come up here?"

"To see you, and to be with you. The ship knew you needed someone human. 
I was contacted. And I have a question for you: what do you want to do now?"

She looked at him quizzically.

"Here's the deal, little angel. You have choices: you can stay on the 
ship and I leave. You can stay on the ship, and I stay. Or I can take 
you down to the planet, and you can stay with me, or somewhere else. But 
if you go to the planet without me, then you will probably be in an 
orphanage of some sort." She made a face at that prospect. He laughed, 
"OK, I guess that option's out! But," and here his face became more serious,

"If I you stay with me on the planet, or I stay here on the ship, then 
you have to know something. I am in love with you. I won't be able to 
stand it, being around you all the time, if I can't have you." Again she 
gave him a puzzled look, although she was smiling at his words so far; 
he loved her! "What I mean is, I want to be your father, and your 
husband, and your master. I want to love you, and cherish you, and take 
care of you. And I want to punish you, like the ship does, and even more 
ways than that! And if you stay with me, then I'll adopt you, and we'll 
be married, and you'll be my daughter, and my wife, and my slave. So 
it's up to you, little one; what will it be?" He waited patiently as she 
dropped her eyes to the floor.

But it was only a moment or two before she shyly lifted her eyes to him 
and said, "I want to stay with you...Daddy."

He didn't say a word, just swept her up in his arms for a long hug, 
punctuated with frequent sweet kisses. She felt so good in his arms, so 
slender, so warm, so tender.

After a while he spoke in her ear, "I think you've been a naughty girl 
today, haven't you?"

There was a pause, then, "...Yes, Daddy," she whispered.

Without further ado he bent her under his arm, tossed up her skirt, and 
administered a brisk, business-like spanking on her bare bottom 
SMAK-SMAK-SMAK! "OH!OH!OH!" she moaned and danced as her little buttocks 
jiggled prettily. After he judged her to be sufficiently reddened, he 
paused and gently rubbed her little cheeks as she whimpered.

Then "Ship!" he commanded.

"Yes, Captain," the ship replied. The girl was vaguely surprised to hear 
this, but all other considerations were soon swept away.

"Punishment sequence 5 B," he declared.

"Aye-aye, Sir," the ship responded. Punishment 'bots swung around to the 
girl and grasped her wrists and ankles, spread-eagling her. The captain 
reached out and tore her tear-away tunic from her. She blushed to know 
that she was so young, and so naked and exposed to a grown man's gaze. 
But she could not meditate on that for long; she became aware that the 
captain was pulling his belt from his waist, and doubling it up, as he 
strode slowly around her and the 'bots, slapping it absent-mindedly in 
his palm, drinking in the sight of her sweet nakedness. She was 
heartbreakingly slender, the plane of her chest barely broken by nipples 
atop mere buds for breasts. Her slender thighs framed her exquisite 
unfledged cleft. She trembled under his gaze, looking like an angel in 
despair. Then SWAP! he snaked out the belt to smack the backs and fronts 
of her thighs, then her already-punished bottom, as she yelped and 
yiped. He took the strap-end of the belt and paddled her nipples and 
breastbuds repeatedly as she gasped and cried out. He paused and tossed 
the belt aside, and admired the view. She moaned and swayed in the 'bots 
grip. Her nipples and breastbuds were erect and fetchingly reddened. He 
reached out and seized them, and just held them for a while. Then he 
began to knead and work her little breasts as she gasped and cried out. 
As he did so, Ship's arms began to whip her again across her bottom. She 
yelped and yiped, unable to tell which was more punishing, the whip 
stinging her buttocks, or the grown man handling her little breasts so 
embarrassingly.

He continued to punish one of her nipples with one hand, and slid the 
other down, down, past her bellybutton, not pausing until he was just 
above her mons. He pressed his fingers against her lower belly to draw 
her attention, then suddenly seized her unfledged cleftlips with a firm 
hand as she jumped and cried out. Even as he did so, the 'bots bent her 
forwards somewhat, and she felt her anus being penetrated by the 
machine's phallus. At the same time the captain began to spank her full 
upon her preteen vulva and clitoris with a firm hand. SMACK-SMACK-SMACK! 
"AAAAAA! OOO-OOO-OOO! OH-OH-OH-OH!" she cried out in anguished passion 
as she felt herself so penetrated and abused.

Ship began to send the current through its rod into her anus, forcing 
her to clench her pelvic muscles spasmodically and rhythmically. This, 
combined with the punishment of her little preteen sex, quickly drove 
her to a bucking, screaming orgasm, writhing and arching in Ship's 
grasp, eagerly yet almost innocently pressing her clitoris against his 
hand as he front-spanked her. As she sobbed and shuddered out the last 
of her sweet preteen orgasm, Ship's arms gently released her. Again the 
sweet scent wafted through the room, the gentle music played, but this 
time it was the captain who whispered into her ear how much he loved 
her, and it was the captain's hands that soothed her slender punished 
body, as she drifted off to sleep in his arms.

She floated through the next day, as 'bots scurried around making 
everything ready. Soon she was dressed in a white gown, made, of course, 
of the same tear-away fabric as all her clothes. She stood with the 
captain, looking handsome and distinguished in dress whites, as Ship 
intoned, "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here..."

After the ceremony he took her in his arms and held her for a long time. 
He kissed her sweet upturned face, then softly commanded, "Ship: 
punishment sequence...alpha."

"Aye-aye, Sir." Ship responded, and again the 'bots advanced, their 
velvet grips fastening upon her wrists and ankles, spreadeagling her 
once again. He caressed her cheek, then tore her wedding dress from her 
with one swift motion, leaving her naked and trembling before him. He 
ran his hands casually, almost contemptuously up and down her front, 
tweaking a nipple, squeazing a breast bud, pinching and twisting her 
unfledged cleft lips, seizing her clitoris and pressing it firmly 
against her pubic bone. She writhed and moaned in Ship's grasp.

Again she felt the sting of the 'bot's whip on her thighs and bottom, 
and again he front-spanked her for a while as she cried out and sobbed. 
Then she felt herself lifted, and carried to the bed, held supine, her 
legs off the bed from the knees down, as the captain bent over her, 
kissing her forehead, then the tip of her upturned nose, then long and 
sweet on her lips as she floated, dreamlike. He nibbled her neck and 
collarbones, then took each nipple in his mouth, biting, pulling, and 
sucking as she gasped. He slid down to her bellybutton and blew a 
flurbish, making her giggle. He pretended to be stern, saying, "No 
laughing, young lady!" and smacked her once, sharply, on her cleft, 
making her gasp and sigh. Then he was there, raping her preteen sex with 
his mouth, pressing his tongue firmly against her hymen as she cried 
out. He rasped against her immature cleft lips, then fastened upon her 
clitoris, taking it in long, excruciating bites between tongue and teeth 
as she moaned more and more passionately. Just as it seemed she was on 
the point of orgasm, he stood up, and Ship was there, immediately 
whipping her cleft with a groovestrap. She bucked and rocked in Ship's 
grasp, screaming out her preteen orgasm.

Even before she had subsided, she was lifted once again, this time in 
the captain's arms. He held her off her feet, her legs wrapped around 
his torso and her face buried in his neck, as she sobbed out the last of 
her come. Even before she was done, he whispered, "It's time for your 
ultimate punishment, young lady!" and brought her down with force onto 
his rampant rod, driving for her cervix with one stroke, raping her of 
her maidenhead as she screamed once, loudly, then sobbed repeatedly as 
he just held her, penetrated, raped of her girlhood.

Once her distress had died down to the occasional sob and sniffle, the 
captain said, "Now, Ship!"

"Aye-aye, Captain." One of the 'bots slid towards her, its phallus 
extended, gleaming. It thrust into her anus forcefully as she cried out. 
Then, together, Ship and the captain raped her in both apertures at 
once. She cried out, rhythmically, "AAA-AAA-AAA-AAA!" as her preteen 
nakedness was so violated. Again Ship stimulated her to contract her 
pelvic muscles, and the captain could feel her clenching spasmodically 
on his rod as he raped her. All too soon she was climaxing again, 
shaking and shuddering, as the captain poured his seed at her cervix, 
and Ship gently withdrew, the sweet scent wafting, the soft music 
playing, the gentle rubbing returning to her tender, punished nakedness, 
as she sobbed out the last of her orgasm, the captain still buried 
within her. He rocked her in his arms, as she drifted off to sleep.

And they lived happily ever after.



All comments gratefully welcomed!

A special huzzah! to the reader who can tell me the name of the author 
in whose 'universe' I have placed this story!

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