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PIK'S PICK (ped, bdsm, abuse)
BY C C
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[SMACK!] "AAAAA!" Pik heard the snap of a whip, and the anguished cry of
a young girl, even before he got a good view of the slaveyards. As he
rounded the corner of a building, he saw the punishment platform, and
the young teen suspended by her wrists from the crossbar, her ankles
fastened to a spreader bar. One of the slavemasters was disciplining her
sternly, bringing the singletail to bear smartly on her buttocks,
thighs, and even her little pear-shaped breasts, as she wailed and
sobbed. Pik found the sight disturbing, yet entrancing at the same time.
He had come to the slaveyards almost against his will. He had not
started out intending to acquire a slave. He had won a contest,
successfully guessing the author of some silly s.f. series or other; a
little sleuthing on the ether-Net gave him the answer. He was amazed to
discover that he had won the Grand Prize, and even more amazed at what
it was: an all-expenses-paid trip to Center Prime and first pick of the
next crop of preteen slavegirls to be brought in from recently-conquered
Tau Ceti.
Even though he took the trip, and reluctantly accepted transportation to
the slaveyards, he still did not intend to pick a slave. He was not
settled in his mind about the whole idea, and, while he admitted to
himself that the thought of having a preteen slavegirl at his beck and
call was most...stimulating, he did not wish to be cruel or bring any
significant suffering to a poor young girl. He followed the signs almost
mindlessly, past the teen, moaning as she swayed in her bonds, on
through the courtyard to the main entrance of the slaveyards. The guard
at the desk glanced at his pass, and jerked a thumb to indicate which
way to take. Through a door and down a short corridor he found them, the
newly arrived preteens.
They were milling about, or sitting, or lying down on benches. There
must have been one-way glass between them; he could see them easily
through it, but they gave no sign that they saw him, although he stared
until he thought his eyes would fall out. They were gorgeous, almost to
a girl. Each was heartbreakingly slender, with a face like an angel in
despair, as they fretted alone or in groups about their condition, and
what awaited them with their new masters. Their skimpy slaveshifts left
little to the imagination; the edge of their buttocks or even their
girlclefts peeked out from under the hem whenever they moved or bent over.
After watching them for a while, Pik noticed one small girl, sitting on
the floor with her back to the wall, arms around her knees. Even among
all the pretty girls there she stood out to him. Not because she was any
prettier than they; hers was a more somber cuteness than some. But there
was something about her face, and her demeanor, that bespoke of someone
going from no hope to no hope, and Pik's heart went out to her. At the
same time, there was a part of him that lusted after her sweet body,
desiring to spank her, and whip her, and rape her.
On a sudden impulse, he sought out the slavemaster on duty, showing him
the coupon he carried. Then he waited in a private room. In a few
minutes one of the slavers appeared hauling the preteen in by her
wrists, then pushing her in the room in front of him. "D'ya want her
stripped?" he grunted. The child shrank from him, trembling; the casual,
almost mechanical way he asked was somehow worse than if he had actively
leered at her.
Almost shocked, Pik barked, "No! (Yet another part of his mind shouted,
"Yes, right now!") No...thank you," he said more calmly as he recovered
himself. "Just leave us for a minute or two, OK?" The slaver nodded
curtly and left abruptly. The little girl stood, downcast, still
trembling in the corner by the door. "Sit down," Pik told her, kindly,
and she sank into a padded chair on the other side of a small table.
"What's your name, little one?" He had been told by the staff that these
girls understood Galactic Standard.
"S-Suzette, Sir," the little preteen stammered. She trembled in her
chair, dreading what fate had in store for her. She had been basically
an orphan from birth, 'raised', if you can call it that, by a cousin,
for a while. When she was almost at an age when some pimp, or even her
cousin (herself little better than a whore), might have forced her to
turn tricks, she was 'fortunate' enough to be taken into the town
orphanage. Discipline there was strict, and despite her gentle demeanor
and shy attitude, she was frequently spanked and whipped. Yet even these
punishments wouldn't have felt so bad if they had been done lovingly,
and followed closely by a hug and a kiss. Physical affection, however,
was not forthcoming in that institution, and the little girl was starved
for love. The only pleasant episode of her life, with some interest in
her wellbeing, and tender caring, had come from a missionary who had
passed through her home town a few years before. Under that gentle
soul's guidance she had learned to read, and had even converted, but
life had still been very hard for her. She hardly knew what to think of
it, now; was her lot to improve, or simply go from one torment to another?
"That's a pretty name, for a very pretty girl," Pik said gently.
Something in his quiet smile, and the look in his eyes, gave birth to a
hope in the girl, still buried and unconscious as of yet, that perhaps
things would turn out for the better. Her trembling subsided.
Pik began to question her. She answered diffidently at first, but soon
warmed to the opportunity to pour out her life to a sympathetic ear,
something she had never had before. He was entranced. Both his lust and
his love deepened, and he made his decision.
"Little one, do you know why I'm here?" he asked. She shook her head,
eyes downcast. "I won you, or at least I won a slavegirl, and I could
choose you if I wanted to." She seemed to slump in her chair. She didn't
like the sound of this so far. "But I didn't really come here looking
for a slave; I didn't think I wanted one." She looked up at this. "When
I saw you, I just fell in love with you. You are a beautiful, sweet
little girl." She looked up at him with a small smile.
"So now I need to decide what to do. If you want me to, I will take you
from here, and put you in some kind of orphanage." She immediately made
the 'Yuck' face universal to preteens everywhere. "I'll take that as a
'no', then," he responded. She smiled back shyly.
"I could take you with me." She brightened visibly. "But you must know
something. I have discovered that there are certain things I desire
greatly. If you stayed with me, it would be too hard on me not too have
you in the way that I want." She looked a bit puzzled. "Listen to me
carefully, little one. Do you know what a wife is?" She gave him a look
that any preteen would have recognized, the
"are-you-kidding-me-of-course-I-know-that" look. "I'll take that for a
yes," he said with a grin. "I would like to have you. I would like you
as my daughter." Her eyes lit up. "I would like you as my wife." She
smiled, but seemed a little less sure. "And I want you as my slave." She
dropped her eyes.
"I know, that doesn't sound too good. But let me tell you what I mean. I
want to raise you as my daughter, teach you, give you good clothes to
wear and decent food to eat, a nice house to live in." She half-closed
her eyes, dreamily imagining such a life, luxurious by the standards she
had known. "But I must tell you something else. I desire you. I want to
use your body, like a husband with a wife, and more: like a master with
his slave. If I take you with me, I will punish you whenever I want to,
and I'll want to a lot! And I will rape you. I won't tell you that it
won't hurt; sometimes it might. But I will tell you that I will not
damage you, and I don't think it will hurt very much, or very often.
When I punish you, it will be like any father might punish his daughter,
except that it will be...sexual. You may not understand that now, but
you will, you will! And I will cherish you, and protect you, and love you.
"So, what do you think, little one? Will you come with me, and be my
daughter, and my wife, and my slave?" Pik waited for her answer with
bated breath. She hung her head for a moment.
Then: "I wish to come with you...Master," she breathed.
Pik's head seemed to spin, and a jolt of...joy rushed through him. He
came around the table and gently gathered the little girl in his arms.
She collapsed against his chest, tears leaking out and staining his
shirt. Pik called in the slavemaster, signed the necessary forms, and
left with the preteen in tow.
An uneventful hyperspace jump later, they arrived at his flat. Her head
was spinning from all the new and wonderful sights of the city, the
spaceflight, and even his apartment, which seemed so plush to her. After
she had had a few minutes to look around, and find the bathroom, he
called her to him in the living room. "I think you need a good spanking,
young lady!" he said with mock-sternness. She seemed distressed, but did
not resist, as he bent her under his arm and tossed up the hem of her
slaveshift. WAP-WAP-WAP! Pik's firm hand delivered a brisk,
business-like spanking as she shivered and whimpered. When her bottom
was gently reddened, he pulled her to her feet, cuddling her with one
arm as he soothingly rubbed her bare bottom with the other hand. She
melted into his arms. The smell of his aftershave seemed to penetrate
her brain, calming and gentling her.
Some days passed. Pik provided her with a fetching wardrobe of little
girl's outfits: jumpers, plaid skirts, suitable pajamas and baby-dolls.
But no underwear, of course! And each outfit, while roomy enough at the
waist, was skimpy, the hems barely sufficient to cover her sweet charms.
She was adorable: funny and sweet, and quite intelligent. He enjoyed
bringing her new books, and teaching her math, theology, galactic
history, and science. She was in ecstasy. Her life seemed to be a
wonderful dream, now, altho' she hardly knew what to make of the
punishments.
For she was punished every day, often multiple times a day. At first she
was just spanked on her bare bottom. But as the days went by, Pik added
more to the repertoire. He often took a switch or a belt to her thighs,
back and front, leaving faint red lines that faded slowly as she yelped.
There came a day when Pik called her for her punishment, and stripped
her completely of her jumper and top. She shivered and blushed to be so
naked in front of a grown man. Pik just strode around her, slapping his
belt into his palm as he drank in the sight of her. She was gorgeous.
Long, silky hair. Heartbreakingly slender, with the face of an angel in
despair as she awaited her punishment. Breasts no bigger than buds,
topped by nipples that barely broke the plane of her chest. Hips just
beginning to think about flaring. Slim thighs, from between which peeped
her unfledged girlcleft.
He flashed the belt out, snapping it against the backs of her thighs,
WHACK! "AAA!" she cried, and "OOOO-OOOO! OH-OH-OH!" as he continued to
whip her, now on the backs, now the fronts of her thighs, then her
bottom. He shifted aim and snapped the end of the belt against one
nipple, then the other, as she yelped and wailed. Soon her little
breasts were fetchingly reddened. Pik tossed the belt aside and seized
her nipples in each hand, pinching and twisting as she gasped and
moaned, "SSSS-OOOO!" He kneaded and worked her little breastbuds for a
while as she writhed, both from the punishment itself, and the
embarrassment of having a grown man handle her little-girl breasts.
Even as she trembled under his hands, he slid one around her waist to
cup her bottom, squeezing and pulling. The other slipped down, down,
past her navel, and farther, until suddenly he was there, hefting her
unfledged vulva, tracing up and down her underdeveloped cleftlips as she
whined and trembled. He freehanded some lubricant from a nearby table
onto his other hand, and insinuated it between her buttocks until he was
pressing on her tender, delicate bottomflower. She went nearly rigid at
the sensation of a grown man's hands pressing against these most
intimate parts of a young girl's anatomy. She cried out wildly as, with
one swift push, he pierced her anus with two fingers at once,
penetrating and probing deeply. At the same time he took her clitoris in
his fingers, pinching and twisting, then rubbing it rapidly and
excruciatingly back and forth against her pubic bone. Soon she was
bucking and sobbing, writhing and moaning, her cleftlips becoming
surprisingly wet for such a little girl, clearly nearing climax. Even as
he continued to rape her anus with his fingers, he began to front-spank
her full upon her cleftlips, sharp, medium-hard smacks that brought
fresh cries to her lips and tears to her eyes, even as she was driven
over the top, wailing, little hips rocking, yelping and yipping out her
precious preteen orgasm as she collapsed into his waiting arms. He held
her tenderly, kissing the top of her head, as she buried her face in his
shirt, sobbing out the last of her come.
The next day he took her to a nearby church. The pastor was happy to
marry them, preferring that the little preteen be united in wedlock with
her master rather than just being his concubine. The girlslave clung to
her master's arm throughout, wondering if this was all some wonderful
dream that she was having while still in that dreadful orphanage, or in
the slaver's hold, out of which she would wake back up to dismal
reality. But it was real. She and Pik returned home after a day of fun
at the amusement park, a beautiful formal dinner (where many of the
other male diners stared enviously at such a beautiful preteen dressed
so elegantly in the company of a grown man), and a romantic carriage
ride back to his apartment.
He stood her in the middle of the bedroom and peeled her gown from her
slender body. His hands roamed over her sweet charms, pinching and
twisting, probing and returning, as she trembled and moaned. He sat on
the bed, pulled her over his lap, and administered a stern spanking as
she yelped, her little legs kicking. He flipped her over, cradling her
in one arm, as he continued to spank her, first on the front of her
thighs, then each spank drifting higher and higher until her girlcleft
felt the sting of the punishment.
After her vulva was sufficiently reddened, Pik shifted her onto the bed,
supine, and knelt over her, drinking in her slender preteen beauty. He
kissed her forehead, glabella, the tip of her upturned nose, then
sweetly and lightly on her lips, lingering, enjoying. He nibbled her
neck, sending shivers up and down her skin, worked his way along each
delicate collarbone, then down her chest to her nipples, biting and
sucking pulling and nibbling, as she gasped and trembled. On down and
down to her bellybutton, pausing to blow a zorbert, making her giggle.
He smiled, but smacked her cleft once, sharply, commanding, "No
laughing, young lady!" She yelped at the smack, and then went rigid, as
his hungry lips found the core of her being.
Pik's tongue punished her sweet cleft thoroughly, pressing against her
hymen as she cried out wildly, then rasping over her labia. Finally he
took her clitoris between tongue and teeth, in long, excruciating bites
that soon had her bucking, climaxing. He stood up suddenly, towering
over her, swept a groovestrap off the bedside stand, and brought it
sharply down onto her gleaming pudenda, SWACK! "AAAAAAA!" she screamed,
coming violently. He tossed the strap aside, and lay over her, his grown
man's body overshadowing her slender preteen frame. He held her legs up
and put her ankles on his shoulders, baring her pelvis fully. His
rampant rod pressed against her cleftlips, and then he thrust firmly
into her, raping her of her maidenhead with one stroke, driving for her
cervix. She screamed once, shortly, then wept sweetly, shoulders
shaking, as he cradled her in his arms tenderly, kissing her hair,
stroking the tears from her cheeks.
Soon her distress had died down to the occasional sob and sniffle. He
began to rape her in earnest, pistoning in and out of her, rocking her
back and forth. She cried out rhythmically, "OOO-OOO-OOO!" as he pinned
her to the bed with each stroke. Soon the intense stimulation of her
clitoris and G-spot by his thick tool made itself felt, as she orgasmed
again, arching and crying out in his arms, as he came, too, emptying his
seed at her cervix, then collapsing next to her on the bed. She clung
fiercely to him as she again sobbed out the last of her preteen orgasm,
staining his shirt with her tears, putting her pretty little face up to
be kissed, then burying it again on his chest. Soon she was asleep in
his arms, fulfilled, content, safe, loved, punished.
And they lived happily ever after!
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