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Subject: BOUGHT AND SOLD (ped, bdsm, abuse, incest)
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BOUGHT AND SOLD (ped, bdsm, abuse, incest)
BY C C
cc_2222@mail.com
I did a lot of research on the Net before I made my decision. I checked
out poverty rates, child abandonment, slavery laws, adoption policy,
age-of-consent laws…It was a hard decision, but I finally decided to go
to *****. Being single with a good job and some family money, I had
sufficient resources for the task.
It took some time "on the ground", so to speak, to find what I was
looking for. I hired some locals to look for me, and I finally found
her: a single mother, hooked on some addictive substance or other, with
an only child, a preteen daughter who was actually quite cute, under the
ubiquitous layer of dirt that all the local children seemed to wear.
I made the approach carefully. It wasn't too difficult, however; the
mother was already selling her own body, and probably would have sold
the girl's soon, anyway. She was open to almost any offer that gained
her the cash she wanted. It actually ended up costing me substantially
less than I would have been willing to pay. The girl sat watching us
with her big solemn eyes as we transacted business. Soon it was done;
the mother was several thousand dollars richer, and had signed away all
rights to the girl; the girl was now my slave, and my adopted daughter.
The girl knew some English, and I had learned some of the local patois.
I told her to follow me. She did so, glancing uncertainly at her mother.
But the slattern ignored her daughter, fixated on her cash. I took the
preteen by the elbow and led her out of the shack.
I whisked her off to the house I had leased. Thinking ahead, I had more
than one set of clothes for her already there. Her eyes widened as she
saw the house, the kitchen (probably more food in one place than she'd
ever seen), her room, her clothes, the toys, the bathroom. It was all
fairly plain by American standards, but it must have seemed palatial to
her. I showed her the tub, towels, and soap, and told her to wash well,
and laid out fresh clothes for her to change into.
She took forever (typical girl!), but finally she came out. She seemed
to have figured out the clothes alright, even if they were unfamiliar to
her. She was adorable. Her mother didn't know exactly how old the girl
was, but she looked to be about ten. She was now dressed in a sheer
white blouse, the kind that is usually worn with a camisole, or at least
a bra. I had given her neither. Her nipples could be clearly seen
through the thin fabric. Her skirt was made for a plump 5-year-old; it
rode up high on her thighs whenever she moved. She wore no panties; I
had not provided her with any. The edge of her buttocks could be clearly
seen if she moved even a little. Knee socks and saddle shoes completed
the picture.
I strolled around her, ogling her openly. She blushed prettily. I led
her by the hand to a couch and sat her beside me. She vainly tried to
conceal the edge of her girlcleft as she sat, the hem of her skirt
riding up her thighs. Between her English and my limited command of her
language I was able to get across to her that I had bought her, and she
was now my slave. She seemed to know what that meant. A hopelessness
began to fill her eyes. Then I told her that I had also adopted her, and
she was now my daughter. That seemed to make her feel better.
"As my slave, I can and will do anything to you that I want. Slaves are
often whipped and abused. As my daughter, I will take care of you, make
sure you get plenty to eat, the right clothes, and an education. I will
love you and discipline you. You will be spanked quite often, and
punished in other ways as well, any time I want to." Her eyes widened as
I explained these things to her. I also ordered her to call me "Daddy",
from then on.
"As a matter of fact, I feel like punishing you right now," I declared.
So I pulled her over my knee, tossed up her little skirt, and gave her a
brisk, business-like spanking, SMAK! SWAK! SMACK!
"AAA! OOO! OH-OH-OH!" she cried out, wriggling and writhing on my lap.
"Oh, Daddy, please!" After I had reddened her bottom sufficiently, I
stopped spanking, and began rubbing her bottom, using both hands,
pulling the cheeks apart to expose her pretty rosebud to the air,
kneading and working. She moaned softly.
After a bit I pulled her up and into my arms, enfolding her in a long
hug, her face buried in my chest, staining my shirt with her tears, her
little hands clinging to me. I rocked her there for a bit, then tipped
her sweet face up for a kiss.
So we started our new life together. She turned out to be really a good
little girl, never giving me much trouble with her lessons (I
homeschooled her), making her bed, eating her vegetables, or going to
church. I spanked her every day, often 2 or 3 times in a day if I felt
like it, or if she misbehaved. Really she never behaved badly, but
occasionally she would forget herself, or I would exaggerate some flaw
in her behavior as an excuse to tip her over my lap and smack her little
bottom. And I always finished up by rubbing her reddened buttocks as she
whimpered and moaned. For some reason I resisted using her body to
relieve myself afterward, but I guess I just wanted to "delay
gratification", so I just masturbated privately after her punishments.
After 2 or 3 weeks, though, I couldn't wait any longer. I had to have
her totally. I obtained the necessary documents to have us married
legally in ****. Then I ratcheted up her punishment sessions to a new level.
One evening I called her to me, riding crop in hand, and ordered her to
strip. I had not used the crop, nor made her naked before, and she
dithered for a moment, eyeing the crop and saying, "Oh, Daddy, do I have
to?!"
"No nonsense, young lady!" I barked, and flashed the strap-end of the
crop onto her bare thighs, SMAK!
"AH!" she yelped, and hurried to obey. She didn't have far to go; she
was still forbidden to wear panties, camisole, or anything like it. In a
few moments she stood naked before me except for her knee socks and
saddle shoes. She was gorgeous. Long, silky hair. Face of an angel in
despair, as she awaited her punishment. Heartbreakingly slender despite
her recent improvement in nutrition, hips just beginning to flare,
nipples slightly enlarged sitting on top of nothing but breast buds
barely breaking the plane of her chest, and unfledged cleft peeping from
between her slim thighs.
I strolled around her, slapping the crop into my palm. She trembled and
whimpered, blushing prettily down to the tips of her erect nipples. I
flashed the crop out, SMACK! onto the back of her thighs. "AAH!" she
yiped, and, "OOOH! AAA! O-O-O-O!" again and again as I brought the crop
to bear repeatedly on her thighs and buttocks. Soon they were nicely
reddened as she danced from foot to foot.
Moving to her front, without warning I brought the crop down sharply
onto first one nipple, then the other, WAP! SMAK! "AAAAA! OOOOOH! Oh,
Daddy, my little breasts! AAA-AAA-AAA!" she cried out wildly as her
breasts felt the sting of the crop over and over. Her nipples were soon
erect and "blushing" for a different reason! When I was done whipping
her breasts I tossed the crop aside and seized her tender breast buds,
kneading and working them, pinching and twisting her nipples, as she
gasped and moaned, "ssss-ooooh!".
By then I was as hard as a rock, and I decided that tonight I would use
her mouth to relieve myself. I took her in my arms and kissed her for a
while, her tears staining my cheeks as she shyly gave me back little
"butterfly" kisses. Then I sat her down and informed her that we were
now married (she lit up the room with one of her rare smiles at this
news), and it was time for us to begin to consummate our marriage. Of
course she didn't understand this, so I explained that this meant I
would now rape her. I told her she was to be raped in three different
places, and tonight I would start by raping her mouth. I also ordered
her to swallow what came out of me as I did so (but I told her, to her
relief, that many girls swallowed this sort of thing, and it wasn't
going to be pee!).
I put her on my knees before me and ordered her to make a tunnel in her
mouth with her tongue as the floor of the tunnel. I didn't really want
her "sucking" or licking me; I preferred to control the action myself.
Once she was in position I brought out my rod, to her widening eyes, and
proceeded to insert it into her little mouth. I didn't want her to gag,
so I refrained from thrusting all the way to her throat. I just worked
it back and forth about halfway as she whimpered around the shaft. It
wasn't long before the sight, sound, and feel of orally raping a pretty
little preteen had driven me to distraction, and I emptied my load in
her mouth. Like a good little girl she gamely swallowed it all down!
The next night I announced that she was to be punished for some minor
infraction or other. "Oh, Daddy, must I be punished?" she asked
plaintively. But I was insistent. I bent her under my arm, tossed up her
skirt, and gave her a quick spanking on her bare bottom as she yelped
and fidgeted.
Standing her up, I swiftly stripped her naked, again admiring her sweet,
ten-year-old charms. I ran my hands up and down her body, pausing to
squeeze and part her buttocks, exposing her little rosebud to the cool
air as she gasped. Up to her nipples, seizing her little breasts again,
kneading and working them. Then down, down to the core of her being, for
the first time cupping her unfledged girlcleft, hefting it, pinching the
tender lips, probing for her hymen as she yipped, then pressing
insistently against her clitoris, making her tremble and moan. Soon
there was a moistness about her vulva, and I began spanking her
frontally: sharp, medium-hard smacks that made her jerk and cry out. I
had a tube of lubricant on a table next to us, already opened. I
lubricated my free hand one-handed, and insinuated it between her
buttocks cheeks til I was at her bottomflower. I teased her there for a
moment, pressing, pinching, rubbing. Then I suddenly pierced her anus,
penetrated her de!
eply, and probed her fiercely with first one, then two, and finally
three fingers, as she nearly yelled, crying out, "AAAH! OH, DADDY!
OHPLEASEDADDYI'LLBEGOOD! OH, DADDY PLEASE! AAAAAA!" I continued to probe
her anus and spank her cleft, with frequent pauses between spanks to rub
her more and more slippery clitoris, until I was rewarded with the sight
and sound of my pretty little preteen coming in my hands as I punished her.
Even before she had shuddered out the last of her orgasm, I draped her
facedown over the edge of the bed, positioned my rod between her
buttocks, and thrust deep into her anus. "AAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, and
nearly fainted. I lay over her, not thrusting, just staying buried deep
within her rosebud, as she wailed. Soon her distress died down to the
occasional sob and sniffle. I began to work my tool in and out, first
long and slow, then fast and hard, as she yelped rhythmically with each
stroke, "AAA-AAA-AAA!" If taking her orally had been exciting, this was
practically Nirvana! To be raping a pretty little preteen in her anus,
having already spanked her on her cleft and made her come; there was no
way I could hold back. In no time I was depositing my seed in her rectum
as I drove deeply into her little bottom.
The last night of our "honeymoon" I approached a little differently.
After dinner I held her on my lap and spoke with her a while. I asked
her what she thought of her life with me. Did she wish she were back in
her old home? She shook her head, almost violently. Was she glad I had
bought her? She peeped up at me from under her eyelashes and nodded
shyly. I hugged and kissed her for a while, reveling in the knowledge
that this sweet, pretty little preteen was mine to punish and rape. Soon
I was running my hands over her slender body, zeroing in on her nipples
and cleft. She gasped and moaned as I pinched, squeezed, and rubbed.
I lay her back on the bed and began to kiss her all over: forehead,
eyelids, glabella, the tip of her upturned nose, then long and sweet on
her lips. I nibbled her neck, then slid down her chest to her nipples,
sucking them and catching them in long, pulling bites that made her
gasp. I slid down to her jewel of a navel next, pausing to blow a
flurbish into it that made her giggle. Then suddenly I was there,
essentially raping her cleft with my lips and tongue. I slid between her
nether lips and pressed firmly against her hymen, making her cry out,
then concentrated on her clitoris, taking it in long, excruciating bites
between tongue and teeth, making her buck and moan.
Soon her cries and writhing became more wild and intense. I knew she was
nearing climax. I seized a groovestrap and brought it down sharply onto
her gleaming, unfledged little-girl cleft, SMACK! "AAAAAAH!" she
screamed, and came and came and came. Even as she did so, I positioned
my rampant rod at her tender, abused cleft, and thrust firmly, driving
for her cervix, raping her of her maidenhead. She screamed again, and
then wept sweetly for a while. I lay buried to the hilt within her,
pulsating. Soon her distress again had died down to the occasional sob
and sniff. I commenced to piston in and out of her, pinning her to the
bed with each stroke, wrenching cry after cry from her lips as, at the
tender age of ten, she felt a grown man's tool sternly rape her punished
girlcleft.
The knowledge and sensation of raping a pretty little preteen of her
maidenhead was beyond belief. Despite being able to relieve myself in
her for the last two nights, she was so tight, and the "scene" so
intense, that in no time I was emptying my seed at her cervix as she
gasped and moaned. Then I collapsed onto the bed, shifting off to the
side so as not to put too much weight on her, and held her as she sobbed
out the last of her own orgasm, and vented the intensity of her feeling
from the rape of her maidenhood, hugging me close, tears staining my
shirt. Thus we lay together, me still buried within her, as we fell into
deep, sweet sleep. Tomorrow would be another day to strip, spank, whip,
and rape my pretty little preteen girlslave.
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