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REBECCA (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY ABC-T AND EW
[ part 1 ]
The Burglar
Rebecca sat there waiting for her babysitter to arrive. She finally got
her parents to agree to Mr. F babysitting her. Mr. F was an assistant
teacher in her second grade classroom her parents had met Mr. F several
times and they liked him. She liked him also she secretly had a crush on
him. Even though he was a lot older then her she had a crush on him.
Her previous babysitter wasn't available so they needed to find another
babysitter. Her parents were going to call the other babysitters in her
area. That's when she suggested them asking Mr. F they didn't want to
bother him because they didn't know if he would actually baby-sit. They
thought him being a college student he probable had much better things
to do on a Friday night. But they wanted to make Rebecca happy so they
asked him, when they picked Rebecca up from school and he agreed.
Luckily Rebecca's parents didn't know how big of a crush she had on him.
She could hardly wait for Mr. F to get there her parents had just left
and Mr. F was on his way. She tried watching television but she just
couldn't sit still. She was too excited about her babysitter. She was so
excited she got a strange tingle deep down in her tummy. It was strange
and next thing she knew her panties felt wet. She thought she must have
let out some pee or something but she didn't have to go to the bathroom.
She went to her room to change her panties and to put on her nightgown,
because she would have to go to bed shortly after Mr. F arrived. When
she got her panties off they were a little wet.
That's when she thought what if she didn't wear any underwear and Mr. F
saw somehow. She remembered that one day in class they were showed how
'proper young ladies' cross their legs. She decided to practice crossing
and uncrossing her legs if she did it right Mr. F would be able to see
her privates. She did it right a couple of times while she sat in the
mirror and watched. But hopefully she would be able to do it properly
when Mr. F was watching.
She wanted to see him naked so bad she tried pulling his pants down once
in class, but they didn't come down; she wondered if he looked like her
daddy. She now wanted him to see her naked and maybe she would see him
also. She knew it was naughty but the thought of him seeing her just
made that strange tingle increase. She didn't put any new underwear on
and was naked under her nightgown.
She wanted him to be there earlier that way she wouldn't have to go to
bed right away. But she still would have enough time to snuggle up
against Mr. F and let him see what she didn't have on under her nightgown.
Finally the doorknob jiggled she heard it even over the television,
because she was so excited. She jumped up to help Mr. F with opening the
door but before she got there he opened it.
The look of shock ran over her face as a man much taller then Mr. F
entered the room. This man was taller and fatter then Mr. F and he was
wearing a ski mask. It was springtime and no one should wear a ski mask
at this time except a bad man. She immediately thought he was a bad man
and ran toward the phone to call the police. She managed to get into the
kitchen and her hand on the phone before it was slapped out of her hand.
She saw the wireless phone hit the floor and break. She froze dead in
her tracks and didn't move. She felt the man towering over her. His
breathing was heavy from the running after her, his heavy breath set
shivers down her spine as she felt it on the top of her head.
"I'm a burglar kiddo and I'm hear to steal things. If you misbehave
there will be consequences. JUST DON'T GET IN MY WAY AND YOU WON'T GET
HURT." The sudden change in volume from him made her cry even more. She
turned around to face the burglar with her pouty face hoping he would
take pity on her.
He picked up his bag of equipment and headed to her parents bedroom. The
burglar pushed her on ahead and kept a hand on her shoulder to keep her
in front of him. All the while she was wondering, hoping, and praying
that Mr. F would get there. He pushed her along into the room then he
grabbed at both her wrists. She tried to get her hands away from him but
he held them firmly in place, while he put a zip tie around her wrists
and pulled it tight. He found what he was after and looked through her
mothers' jewelry then started at unhooking the DVD player from the
television. She stayed next to him while he unhooked the DVD player but
she couldn't just give up yet.
He hadn't looked over at her in a couple minutes while he fidgeted with
the DVD player. She thought it was safe to move away and she slowly did
he didn't notice her creep away. When she was finally out of eyesight
she ran to her mommy's cell-phone. He knew she was moving away but with
her wrists bound together there wasn't much she could do.
She managed to pick up her mommy's cell phone. But found it very hard to
grasp it. She worked her thumbs into position, but before she could try
and push the numbers with her thumbs. He grabbed her and spun her
around. As before he was again towering over her. She looked up at him
in shock as he grabbed the cell phone and put it in his pocket. He said,
"No more phones for you."
"I told you to not get in my way or I would punish you so lets get your
punishment underway." He grabbed her by the arm tightly. Her arm felt
like it was in a vise; he was squeezing her so hard. He pulled her along
all the while she was trying to pry his hand off her arm, but it was no
use. She gave up trying to pry his hand away and began screaming. She
screamed as loud as she could hoping the neighbors would hear. The
burglar was prepared for that at this time and put his gloved hand over
her tiny mouth.
She was shoved into her parent's bedroom and fell on the floor from
being pushed so hard. She tried to scamper away into a corner but he was
right there to stop her. "Look what I found while rummaging through your
parents bedroom." He said then revealed several lengths of yellow rope
and an odd looking ball with buckles on it.
She recognized the ropes but not the other thing he was holding she
said, "Those are my mommy's ropes." "Well young lady its time we play a
little game of tie up." The burglar's cold voice responded. He once
again grabbed her arm dragged her back into the living room and sat her
on the couch. He cut the zip tie off her arm and positioned her hands
behind her back. Although zip ties couldn't come undone without cutting
them loose he liked to try his hand at tying his victims. He much
preferred rope to handcuffs, zip ties, and tape. Since he found her
mothers bondage equipment he would use that. He positioned her hands
behind her back and began to tie her. "DON'T MOVE OR ELSE." He yelled.
She started screaming again and he picked up the thing that looked like
a ball. He grabbed the sides of her mouth forcing her mouth open and he
slipped it inside. He strapped it at the back of her head. It stopped
her from screaming and it kept her from talking. He began by holding her
down while he thought of a good way to tie her up so she wouldn't get
loose. That's when he remembered his training from an Asian friend back
in the day. His friend showed him how to tie Japanese style ties. When
trying to undo the knot every knot you try to loosen causes another to
grow tighter. He knew this little girl's parents would have a hard time
untying their poor little daughter without hurting her. The Japanese
style tie would come when he finished his work. First he would tie her
with a broom at her ankles and her wrists together then when he was down
would come the Japanese style tie.
"I know what I'm going to do to you little girl I'm going to tie you up
then I'll rape you so it will be fun for me. Then when I'm done here
I'll tie you up differently so your parents will find you." He said.
Rebecca started to cry more she was scared of this man and she didn't
understand what he said. He grabbed her wrists and bound them simply
using a square knot. He then grabbed a broom from the closet, which he
saw when he entered. With the broom he could tie her legs in a way that
provided him easy access when he raped her. He grabbed the broom then
grabbed both ankles. He quickly glanced at his watch before starting on
her ankles but he had to take a double take, the time it seemed to have
flown by. "Oh but I'm really on a time thing so I'll have to rape you
when I'm done well until then I think we could arrange a little hog
tie." The broom was now useless to him so he propped it back up agai nst
the wall.
He still had both ankles in his hand so he brought them up behind her
and tied them in a square knot as well. Then tied both her ankles and
wrists together in another square knot. He watched as she struggled to
free herself as he went back to work.
He didn't spread her legs apart so he didn't see that she wasn't wearing
any underwear. She thought he was going to spread her legs when he
grabbed the broom but he didn't. She didn't understand what a 'rape' was
so that made her even more scared of this man. Would a 'rape' hurt, she
hoped it wouldn't hurt; but what was a 'rape'.
----
Then I arrived. I was late and from there being no car in the driveway
it suggested that her parents had already left. I hurried with a board
game, 'Candy Land', from my truck toward the door; 'Candy Land' is
Rebecca's favorite game or at least that's what she told me. I caught my
breath before finally knocking on the door, Her dad told me the doorbell
was broken so I didn't even bother pushing it. There was no answer so I
knocked again. There was still no answer I was beginning to think her
parents took her with them because I was late. But then a shadow passed
by the front window so I knocked again.
There was still no answer so I decided she was probable playing a trick
on me so I decided to try the doorknob. It turned meaning it wasn't
locked so I decided to go in I entered slowly because I really didn't
like entering someone's house without him or her opening the door. When
I was inside the house I stayed at the front entrance not daring to move
deeper in because I felt I was trespassing. I called out "hello is
anyone here." I got no answer but then again I heard something come from
down the hall. I called out again and heard it again, "Mmmppppphhhh." I
ran toward the sound, it was very faint but it sounded as if it came
from the next room. I ran into the room to be greeted by a sight that
made me drop to my knees.
Rebecca was hogtied and had a ball gag in her mouth. She was well
accented in a pink nightshirt yellow rope and it was perfect against
their blue couch. I knew now wasn't the time to sit and stare so I
forced myself to go towards her. I walked around behind her and
inspected the knots. I didn't bother messing with the ball gag because I
liked the thought of a gagged Rebecca. "Mmmpphh." She said as she tried
to drag my attention to the ball gag. The sound she made sounded rather
angry but for all I cared she could stay like that, I liked it. The
knots were simple square knots, which could be easily untied.
Just then I remembered the previous year her parents were talking about
bondage. They seemed to be just starting out in bondage so I didn't
interfere in their conversation too much, but I did join in to find out
what they were really talking about.
Could they have arranged this, did they tie Rebecca up? Since they were
only just starting in the world of bondage back then I didn't think
their games would include Rebecca. All these thought delayed me in
untying her.
I leaned down and started to work at the knots but as I started to work
she began to struggle. "Mmmppphhh, Mmmm, Mmmm Mmmpphhh," she sounded
worried about something or she didn't want me to untie her. So I did
decide to turn my attention toward the ball gag so I could find out what
she wanted. I managed to get one strap undone before I felt a sudden
sharp pain on the back of my head and fell into a heap on top of Rebecca.
Shortly after I found myself waking up with a headache. All that time I
spent thinking about who did this gave enough time to who ever did to
hit me. I was lying on my side with my arms stretched out above my head.
My arms were back a little and my shoulders ached from the strain. I
tried to bring my arms down in front of me but there was added weight on
them. I tried to remember how I would have gotten into such a position
then I remembered I was suppose to be babysitting Rebecca and I jerked
my eyes open to reveal a tall man towering over me. The man was wearing
a black ski mask and he was a bit on the chubby side. It wasn't her
father and wasn't anyone I recognized.
"And who in the hell are you." He spoke coldly to me. I kept calm and
answered, "I'm Sean F. I'm supposed to be babysitting Rebecca. And who
are you?" I asked he thought for a moment then spoke again "Well I'm
robbing this house and you two got in my way, you especially did because
you ruined one of my plans. So I had to tie you both up. I think I can
trust you to keep quiet while I work so I will leave you ungagged."
I tried to move my arms in front of me again and stand up. My arms
seemed not able to move from above my head so I tried harder.
"Mmmmppphh." I heard as I managed to pull my arms a little forward but I
couldn't bring them together and I couldn't bend my arms at the elbow.
Then I realized the squirming of something on my back and I realized how
I was tied. I was tied to Rebecca with rope wrapped down each arm, which
prevented me from bending my elbows. I presumed Rebecca was tied the
same way except offset with my arms. Rebecca was tied level with my
ankles but she was shorter then me meaning if I bought my arms more in
front of me I would be pulling her arms back and out of their sockets.
"Let me do my work and I won't harm either of you. I would advise
against trying to bring your arms in front of you and I would advise
against bending forward at the waist. You might pull her arms out of her
sockets or worse." He informed me. I nodded and he left the room. I was
left with a crying Rebecca and I tried as hard as I could to put my arms
back to relieve some tension on Rebecca.
Her crying had stopped for sometime now or at least I thought because
there were no more soft mewing sounds coming from her gagged mouth and
she wasn't squirming any longer.
I on the other hand was in tears from the strained position of my
shoulders. But I couldn't rest because if I bought my arms down I would
be pulling on Rebecca and pulling her arms back.
As hard as it was for me to speak from all the pain, I still felt I
needed to try. I strained myself through tears to comfort Rebecca even
more. "Rebecca everything will be ok we'll get this man. I won't let him
hurt you no matter what, you're safe now that I'm here." All I got in
response was "Mmmmpphh." But I accepted it, as a she understands.
He heard my talking to her and returned quickly. "I said no talking from
you." He scolded me. I explained, "I was only trying to say some
comforting things to her. She is very scared." He looked at her then at
me again "As long as you won't scream or yell." He said then left again.
When I was sure he was gone. I glanced through my watery eyes around the
room to see if there was anything that could help me. That's when I saw
the phone lying about five feet away from me. There was no way I could
reach it without moving my arms a little bit and I couldn't get there
either. The man must have been tempting me to hurt this little girl
behind me. I wouldn't let myself hurt her though, but there must have
been a way to get to the phone.
"Rebecca there's a phone by me I'm going to try to get to it but I can't
do it by myself I'm going to need your help. I'm going to try to scoot
over to it with my hips I think you can help my hopping with your waist.
Can we try that?" She knew what I wanted her to do and she started by
trying to jump up and down on her side. This felt good as her plump
little girl bottom pushed into my legs as she tried hopping.
We tried for some time but weren't getting anywhere. I could tell she
was tiring out and probable in more pain so I decided to stop. Just then
the burglar came back carrying a bag of stuff, old pillowcase. The bag
had several large items in it and I felt sorry for Rebecca parents if
they did not catch the burglar later. "So you two were trying to get to
the phone?" The burglar asked us. I didn't bother to answer, Rebecca
couldn't she was gagged. "Well it's useless because that phone is broken
see." And he held it up. Sure enough it was in three pieces still
connected by wires. He then turned toward us again and knelt down above
our heads. He placed his hands on the ropes binding our arms and started
to roughly tug at them.
He soon moved behind me and worked on untying Rebecca but when he
finished he picked her up and left the room. I screamed at him "Where
are you taking her wait." I moved quickly to try and untie myself. My
mistress was an expert escape artist and taught me how to untie myself.
I untied my wrists the rest of the way and then worked at my ankles, I
just hoped I wasn't going to be too late. As soon as I had my ankles
free I jump up and dashed out of the room. I heard a noise coming from
her parent's bedroom and rushed in that direction. I was about to burst
into the room when the door opened and the burglar was waiting for me.
Before I had a chance to stop he grabbed me and forced me onto the bed
next to Rebecca. I noticed that he had tied her legs all up and down, I
was thankful they were together. He had me pinned down by sitting on my
chest. He was struggling with some rope to get it around my wrist and
tied to the bed board. I kept trying to hit him w ith my free arm but I
couldn't reach his face from the way he was sitting.
He finally got both arms tied to the top of the bed before he spread my
legs and started tying me spread eagle. I stopped struggling at this
time realizing how loose the knots on my arms were; if I kept wiggling
it would surely come loose. I was trained how to untie myself from a
square knot and many other knots by my mistress Diana. If I continued
the knot would surely come undone and he would probable tie me using a
different knot, which would be more difficult for me to get out of.
To make matters worse he picked up Rebecca and laid her on top of me. He
tied her wrists to my arms so that she would be level with my face. This
was not a good position for me because my legs were spread and she was
laid down between my legs. Her face was almost directly above mine and I
could see the tearstains on her cheeks and there were more tears coming.
I hoped she wasn't hurt badly by this burglar if she was I would never
forgive myself for being late.
The burglar looked at me with an evil grin on his face. "Now you two
have fun!" he said. Then he picked up his bag of stuff and left. I
waited there with Rebecca on top of me for a few minutes to make sure
the burglar was gone. I didn't want him coming back.
When I was sure he was gone I quickly grabbed at the loose ends of the
rope and twisted my hand back and forth. Attempting to twist the rope
back through the knot. I made quick work of the knot binding my right
wrist and grabbed at the other and quickly undid that one as well.
My wrists were soon free and I worked on Rebecca's wrists, which was
actually kind of hard since her wrists were tied to my arms. I
eventually got her wrists free. Her legs weren't tied to the bed so I
lifted her off of me and placed her next to me on her back. I examined
her closely before proceeding with removal of her ball gag. She seemed
ready for bed and she was wearing only a nightgown. Her body didn't
appear bruised at least of what I could see of it. The burglar had tied
her legs all the way up. I wonder how far he had tied her legs. The
nightgown covered her legs until her knees. There seemed to be several
knots and they were not ones I was familiar with. I thought about the
knots for some time but couldn't figure out what they were, I was sure
it would come to me.
I kind of still wanted to leave Rebecca gagged because I liked the idea
of a quite Rebecca. But I removed the ball gag. As soon as I removed the
ball gag she said "Mr. F" and grabbed me in a hug. I held her for
several minutes until she calmed down. When she was calmed down I said
"I will untie your legs in just a minute. But first I'm going to untie
my legs. Uh Rebecca you're gonna have to let go of me so I can untie
us." She was squeezing my hand tight in hers; I didn't think such a
small girl could hold some ones hand so tight.
I untied myself rather quickly after she let go of my hand. Then it was
time for me to untie her. I looked at the knots. They confused me the
knots seemed so complex and yet they were all connected by one length of
rope.
I started at untying her feet and when I managed to get one of the many
knots loose she started screaming and crying. I let go of the knot and
let her rest for a second I didn't see how untying a knot could hurt
her. I tried loosening the knot again but she screamed "Ahhh no stop
that hurts." I stopped working at the knot and asked, "Where does it
hurt?" She turned her head and started to blush as she said "my umm
private spot." Huh where was it hurting her I didn't quite understand so
I asked again "where?" I think she got upset with me at that pint
because she screamed "My cunny." That wasn't new to me the burglar
probable put a crotch rope on her.
Then it hit me the reason her legs were all laced up with one piece of
rope and why there were so many knots was because this was a Japanese
style tie. Which meant untying the wrong knot would cause other to grow
tighter. Which of coarse was the reason her privates were hurting.
Naturally someone would start at the feet to untie a person.
I wasn't ready to touch her there, even to untie her. She reached down
and grabbed at the hem of her nightgown and pulled it up. She wasn't
wearing any underwear and she did indeed have a crotch rope. She looked
a little embarrassed and I most certainly was also. I looked at her
beautiful slit for some time. This was the first time I had ever seen
her partially naked it was something I had dreamed about since I had met
her. To top it all off she was tied up which made for an even more
erotic show. I didn't think it was possible but I had an instant erection.
I stared too long though because she broke my gaze by saying "Mr. F"
when she broke my gaze I realized my hand was close to that slit and I
pulled it away quickly. But I would surely have to put my hand there,
when untying her. I tried rationalizing why my hand was so close by
saying "I'm going to have to touch you there to get you untied is that
ok." Of coarse it was ok with her she had wanted me to do that since she
met me, but I didn't know that. She didn't respond she just lay looking
directly into my eyes with a big smile on her face. When I reached for
her mound again she smiled even more as if she longed my touch. When I
finally touched her and the knot she let out a gasp of air.
I tried making it like I wasn't enjoying myself but the feel of her soft
flesh made my hard on even harder. She never spoke just watched my hand
as I pulled at the rope and worked at the knot. I made that tingle in
her tummy appear again she began to moan as I worked my hands over the
knot. I could tell she was close to having an orgasm, which was
surprising since she was only seven. Because she was close I hurried up
in finishing. She was disappointed when I was done all too soon.
I finished untying the crotch rope but all the knots were connected and
it made other ones grow tighter down her legs. I next started at the
knots on her thighs but those seemed to only make things worse for her
ankles. So I tried the ones at her knees. They quickly untied leaving
only her ankles and thighs still tied. I worked at the ones on her
ankles and then the ones on her thighs and finally got her legs untied.
When I had completed in untying her legs she jumped up into my arms and
said, "I love you Mr. F" I didn't know how much she really did love me
at the time but it must have been a lot.
I had to be the adult, by taking charge and getting some questions
answered. The first question that came to mind, which I know I shouldn't
have asked, was "where is your underwear?" She blushed at the question
and answered, "umm uhh I don't know." I was serious though; I needed to
know if the burglar had hurt her. "I'm serious; where?" she blushed
again and said in a low voice "In my room." Well the burglar didn't take
them but why wasn't she wearing any. "Why aren't they on you?" She made
a heavy sigh before answering all about her underwear. "I took them off
before you got here they got wet and I got a tingly feeling. I took them
off for you I wanted you to see what I looked like. I was gonna uncross
my legs and recross them for you so I could show you. Are you mad?"
Whoa that's something I would have never expected I didn't think she
would want me to see her naked. Each time I had tried before I always
failed, I think that's because I tried at her school, Opps. How could I
have been mad at her if anything I still wanted her to cross and uncross
her legs for me. Though she didn't need to now, because she was sitting
there with her nightgown still up around her waist.
"Rebecca you know people shouldn't see you naked." She blushed but was
smiling from ear to ear. "I know but I wanted you to. You want to see me
right? I know you have tried looking up my dresses at school." Of coarse
I did but how was I suppose to answer such a question. I could get in a
lot of trouble for admitting to her that I did want to see her naked.
She giggled as she saw the look on my face as I tried to figure out what
to say. I was found out and I couldn't hide it from her any longer so I
decided to just come clean. "Yes Rebecca I have tried. I'm sorry." "Yah
I knew it." She said excitedly. She wasn't sorry for me trying. What she
said next proved she wasn't. "Mr. F I want you to touch me."
I didn't move to touch her I just stared for what seemed like hours but
finally she spoke up. "Mr. F come on please." She whined. "No Rebecca I
cant its wrong." She gave a sigh of disappointment and then sat there
pouting.
"What is a 'rape' the burglar said he was going to do that." She asked
after a few minutes of pouting. I wasn't ready to answer such a question
for such a little girl. She shouldn't know about sex at all. So I
devised a plan "It's when someone touches someone on their naughty
places after the person has said no." She looked down between her legs
where my eyes had not moved from while I spoke. "So why wont you touch
me? Please Mr. F its not rape because I want you to, please." She begged
again and looked into my eyes with a pout on her face. The way her face
looked right then I couldn't refuse but I would have to take the upper
hand and make sure she knew everything I was doing.
"Ok Rebecca why don't you lie back and I will make you feel good. I want
you to just relax." She lay back on the bed and I spread her legs a
little but she was hesitating. I got her legs to spread and I kneeled
down between them. This gave me a real close view of her undeveloped
pussy, really only a slit between her legs. I again stared at her mound
until she woke me up from my trance. "Mr. F" she drew my name out which
stopped me from staring and looked up at her. "Come on touch me." She
commanded.
I still didn't touch her I was too scared. But I started blowing of her
pussy. I inhaled a lot and then let it go. Each time I inhaled I was
able to smell her sweet aroma.
That seemed to be all she needed at that moment so I just kept blowing.
I was a good six inches away from her pussy but since she had probable
never experienced an orgasm, the cool air brushing over her pussy was
all she needed.
As I blew on her a slight lump formed at the top of her slit obviously
it was her clit trying to get out of its hood. Nothing was happening and
she probable thought it would just feel like if I touched her anywhere
else so she grabbed my hair and pulled me up her body. I fell to one
side of her and put my arm over her as she cuddled up next to me.
Her parents came back almost two hours later and found Rebecca and I
lying there with the rope still tied around her left ankle and her
nightshirt rolled up to her chest with my arm across her belly.
The sound of a scream jolted me awake. I looked around but stayed
holding Rebecca I didn't see anyone in the room but heard footsteps out
in the hall. Running back and forth until finally the door was flung
open. It was her mother and the immediate reaction was to scream again
at the sight of us. Her father rushed to her side and looked in only for
a second before he lunged at me and pulled me from the bed.
I quickly got to my feet only to be knocked on my ass again as he hit me
in the jaw with his fist. Rebecca had slowly arisen from her nap just in
time to see her father hit me. She started crying when this happened.
I managed to dodge a few of the kicks he aimed at me but on the third
try he hit me in the side of the head and send me sliding across the
floor. When Rebecca saw him kick me like that she tried running to my
side but tripped over the rope, still tied to her left ankle. She let
out a sharp scream as she hit the floor. Her scream drew her mothers and
fathers attention toward her. When Rebecca fell she hit her mouth first
a split her lip.
Her father arrived at her side first and lifted her off the floor. There
was a rush of blood that came from her mouth as he lifted her from the
floor. He cradled her in his arms and ordered his wife. "Don't just
stand there I'll watch these two. Go call the police." She ran off in
search of a phone but glanced at me with a murderous look in her eyes.
She returned shortly holding a phone that had been smashed into three
pieces. Then said, "Were out of Phones. My cell phone is missing and
this phone is broken. That's not all of it though our DVD player is gone
so is all my jewelry." She said and they both looked at me for answers.
Rebecca spoke through her mouth, which was still full of blood. "The
Burglar." Is what I think she said? Her father quieted her too soon for
her to try and repeat what she said. They thought I was the bad guy and
I wasn't sure what to do. I had a cell phone in my pocket should I offer
it to them and have them call the cops on me? Should I try explaining
the story of the Burglar and have it fall on deaf ears? I decided to try
explaining before I offered the phone to them.
"There was a burglar." Is all I got out before Rebecca's father said,
"Shut up right now your not getting yourself out of this one!" Rebecca
again tried to speak but with a split gum it was kind of hard. "He's
right the Burglar." "Shoo. Shoo honey don't talk." He said to her to
quiet her down. "Just shake you head yes or no"
"Was there a Burglar?" She nodded yes "did he take our stuff?" Again she
nodded yes "was the Burglar someone we know?" While he asked that
question he stared over at me. She shook her head no to the question.
"Did Mr. F. touch your private place?" She didn't appear to think about
that one before she shook her head no. I thought about that one though
and I thought I was going to be in trouble because technically I did
when I was untying her.
Her mother had left and returned with a towel for her husband to clean
up Rebecca. When she returned I offered her my cell phone. She
apologized before accepting the phone and calling for the police. "I'm
truly sorry for accusing you of that and hitting you." Rebecca's father
said after his wife had apologized.
I helped Rebecca's father clean Rebecca up. We managed to stop the
bleeding on her split lip but it was swelling, she would probable have a
fat lip for a few days. The police didn't take long to arrive, even
before we were finished cleaning up Rebecca they arrived.
They questioned Rebecca and I on what he looked like and what he had
done to us. I left out some details about the severity of the bondage
but I did explain the burglar had tied us up and how. They questioned
both her parents why Rebecca had a fat lip. They explained it away as
she fell. When it was Rebecca's turn she told how she tried calling the
police but he took her mommy's cell phone and put it in his pocket.
They seemed very interested in the stolen cell phone and asked what type
of cell phone it was. They asked a lot question about the phone because
it was in his pocket and it had GPS tracking. As soon as they determined
this information two cops were on the radio getting cars out that had
tracking units. They got the phone number from Rebecca's mom and they
soon had his location. The whole ordeal was over in less then fifteen
minutes because the phone had GPS tracking.
They tracked him to over two miles away and it appeared he wasn't
moving. They quickly broke into his house and he was soon arrested. The
police had to take Rebecca's parents stuff to evidence and it would be a
few days before they saw it again. But the important thing is the
Burglar was caught.
By the time the police were leaving it was a little past midnight.
Rebecca had dozed off several times on the couch while waiting for it to
be all over. Finally after helping them put some stuff back in its
proper place I was ready to leave. Rebecca explained to her parents more
about how the Burglar had tied us up, then how I freed us both. She
didn't bother to say anything about what happened after we were untied
or why she wasn't wearing any panties.
I was on my way out the door and saying my goodbyes when Rebecca ran up
and wrapped her arms around me. I gave her a quick hug and said goodbye
to her a second time but she wouldn't let go. "Rebecca honey it's time
for bed let go of Mr. F." Her mother said. "Mommy can Mr. F spend the
night? He could sleep in my bed." She asked. Her father gave me a scowl
a look that said to me 'I could kill you'. Her mother didn't look at all
that she cared "It's alright with me. After all it is getting offal
late. You can just go home in the morning." She said while holding onto
her husband to keep him at bay.
I accepted their invitation and said "ok". That seemed to make Rebecca
and her mother were happy but her father grew even colder toward me.
"Well we'd best be getting to bed." Rebecca's mother said. She motioned
for me to follow her. I followed her into Rebecca's bedroom where she
kissed Rebecca goodnight she began to leave the room but at the doorway
she stopped and said. "Don't stay up too late." She then left the room.
Rebecca got in bed and made room for me. I joined her and tried to sleep
while Rebecca cuddled up next to me.
I could hear her fathers' angry voice coming from the other room. But
her mothers voice was calm and defending of me. "She likes him he is not
a bad person. He wouldn't harm her and this is great you know we can't
keep this up much longer were going to have to give her away so we
should find someone she likes and someone that we can trust." I didn't
understand what she was talking about. They were talking about giving up
Rebecca why would a family do that to there own child?
"He's not a good person he will probable molest her. What were you
thinking allowing him to sleep in her bed?" Her father nearly shouted in
rage. That was all I heard because Rebecca interrupted my listening to
them. "Mr. F will you cuddle me." I was glad to because I wanted to hear
the rest of the conversation. I put my arm over her and pulled her close
to me then tried listening again. I heard only some scuffling by the
door and nothing more. They had ended their conversation just before I
could understand more about what they were talking about.
Even if they were going to continue their conversation Rebecca
interrupted me again. "Mr. F would you rub me." I started to rub her
back, which was where my hand was resting. "No Mr. F rub my privates. It
felt good when you blew on my cunny I want you to rub me there. Please."
The 'please' she whined. "Rebecca I told you that people aren't suppose
to touch you down there. And you saw the reaction your parents had when
they thought I had touched you. Your dad was ready to kill me do you
want them to kill me now?" She thought about it for a minute. "They
won't kill you because I won't tell them. Please." Again she whined
'please'. Oh of coarse I wanted to but I knew it was wrong. "My cunny
still hurts from the rope so you can rub my cunny better." She tried
rationalizing a way for it to be ok.
It was a loosing battle I was sleeping in her bed. I had a raging hard
on and I wanted to. I succumbed to her pleading and put my hand where it
should never have gone. The sudden feeling of my hand on her pussy
caused her to jump and squeal with delight, or was it shock. Either way
I didn't want to scare her so I explained to her. "Ok Rebecca I'm going
to rub you. It may feel a little weird. If it starts to hurt I want you
to tell me." It was most likely shock she had before because the next
thing she did was gulp in fear. She probable never expected me to
actually touch her.
I knew all about the female body, but never touched one. It's not that I
didn't know what I was doing because I assure you I did. But it was my
first time ever touching someone.
I ran my index finger up and down her little slit. I didn't touch her
clit just yet, that might have scared her too much. I then started
playing with her prominent outer labia. I pulled on one half then on the
other. I gently probed between the halves, only a little though. When I
did I felt her clitoral hood and a hardening clit inside. I moved down
toward the entrance to her pussy and gently probed between the halves
again. She was flowing with juice so she was excited. She was still a
little tense but was relaxing ever so slowly. I rested my finger at the
entrance to her pussy and let her relax a little more.
"I'm going to touch you a little more then I already have. This may
hurt. If it does I want you to tell me." No I wasn't going to probe for
her hymen, not just yet at least. But I was going to take her clit out
of its hood, which probable wouldn't hurt but could be very scary for a
seven year old.
I moved my finger up toward the top of her slit. I began by probing my
finger into her slit there. I again found her clitoral hood and pulled
it back with my finger to reveal her hardened clit. I lightly tapped her
clit when it was out and she squeaked in surprise. I lightly tapped it
again and got the same squeak. But this time she was very scared. "Mr. F
stop." She said. I stopped and took my finger away from her clit.
I wasn't worried I had hurt her but I knew she was feeling something
new. "Are you alright Rebecca?" I asked. It took her a second to calm
herself but then responded, "yes" in a scared little girl voice. The
sound of her voice told me she had had enough and that if I did anymore
I would only be scaring her. I back tracked to only cupping her mound in
my hand and let her get used to being touched like that. And that's how
we fell asleep that night, with my hand still on her pussy.
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