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CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK 1&2 (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)

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(Mf, cons, pedo, incest)


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[ part 2 ]

1. Awake again

The man woke up at 6 AM on the couch with the 8 year old  girl still
snoozing in his arms. He had decided to forgo chaining the girl up
before he turned off the TV that night and slept. She didn't appear to
be a threat at this early stage, though he would have to be more careful
as her days of captivity turned to weeks and months. He had a full day
planned in the city, and was spent in any case, so he didn't regret
leaving the girl on her own for a day. He brushed back her full brown
hair and paused to admire her sleeping face, so beautiful. One of her
hands had crept up to her face during the night, and a finger was placed
at her lips, where she had apparently been sucking it. She is a child
after all, he thought, and the realization of the incredible situation
he was in made him excited, his cock stirring as it pressed against her
bum. Even though he had experienced many nights of contact with naked
young girls, it never became routine for him. He appreciated how
fortunate he was to be able to live out his fantasies like this.

And what a night, he thought. It had taken weeks for the previous girls
to become pliant enough to really actively participate in sex. They
would perform as he asked, often after a whipping or two, but in a
mechanical fashion. He smiled as he recalled Becky's first day, his
previous captive. The little blonde had been caned ten times the first
day, and he finally had to tie her down on the bed spread-eagled to
enter her bottom. He had splintered two canes on the girl's ass within a
week, before she had accepted that doing nasty things to him was better
than the pain. Crystal had figured that out immediately. It wasn't that
the other girls were dumb, they had just lacked the will and
determination to force themselves to act. Where this young and naive
girl had found that strength he didn't know. There was her evident sex
drive to consider as well. He watched her stirring in his arms, thinking
about her training.

Finally he shook the girl awake. Her eyes opened with a start, and he
could see it was taking her a few seconds to orient herself. Gradually
her eyes cleared and reality came back. ``No, it wasn't a dream,'' he
informed her, ``you're still here with me, and you will obey.'' Her hand
moved away from her mouth and resumed its position at her side. ``Roll
over and play with my cock for awhile,'' he ordered. The girl shifted
herself on the couch until her face was buried in his hairy chest, and
reached down with both hands to fondle his cock and balls. She didn't
really appear to know what ``play'' meant, and just fumbled about with
her hands. It was nice, but she needed some instruction in the finer
points of pleasing a man, he thought. He had just the thing for her
today.

After a few minutes he told her to get up and stand by the couch, and
she remembered to reply ``yes sir''. He still was adding up the times
she had failed to give the instructed reply, and considered briefly what
he should do. Maybe the hair brush on her fanny five times for every
failure would be the right punishment. That brought his cock to full
attention, but he had to get ready for the day, and would be late if he
played with the girl this morning. So he pulled her into her room,
unlocked the plexiglass cover over the television and plugged a
four-hour tape into her VCR while she stood by the bed, shivering
slightly, her hair in disarray and sleep still stuck in her eyes. She
needs to pee, he chuckled to himself, remembering the game he played
with her the previous day. So do I, he thought, and considered a
perversion that he sometimes indulged in. Perhaps it's time to remind
her of her place.

He left for a moment to retrieve bread from the kitchen. Later he would
allow her to prepare food for herself, but for now he was late and this
would have to do. He selected a vitamin pill and two large mineral
tablets and walked back to her cell, placing the bread and pills on a
shelf. ``Here's your lunch,'' he informed the girl, ``eat it all and
take the supplements. I'm leaving you alone today, and I want you to
watch the tape I left. You can turn it on by using the remote the same
way you did yesterday. When I return home tonight you will demonstrate
the lessons you learned from the tape.'' The girls eyes shifted towards
the TV and found the remote sitting on one of the shelves. ``Now get in
the shower and kneel on the floor facing me with the door open.''

The girl hesitated briefly, mumbling her ``yes sir'', obviously puzzled
by the command. She nevertheless responded quickly, and soon he was
standing above her as she kneeled on the drain floor of the shower. She
gasped as he aimed his cock at her, seeming to understand, and went
rigid as his urine stream struck her belly and chest. Without comment he
began to pee on the girl, first training the stream across her tiny
breasts, then down to coat her legs before finishing by aiming directly
into her crotch. It's like peeing on Linda Blair, he thought with a
smile, again noting again the strong resemblance of the girl to the
actress as an early teen. He considered peeing on her face, but
something held him back. He shrugged, shook himself clean and walked
from the room, locking the door and leaving her without any further
words still kneeling in the shower covered with his piss.

2. Alone

Crystal had woken up pressed into the man feeling warm and safe, but
quickly remembered how he had abused her, as he instructed her once
again to please his member. She was still sleepy, thinking through the
day's events as he led her into her cell and told her about how she was
to spend her time. The man's command to enter the shower snapped her
eyes awake. She tried to imagine why he wanted her that way, but she was
in shock as the man centered himself in the door of the shower with his
thing in his hand, and she realized his intention. She squeezed her eyes
and mouth shut as his stream started playing over her breasts, but he
didn't hit her face. After the man left she stayed in the shower for a
few minutes sobbing as his pee drained off her body. She felt degraded
and used in the worst way. Thoughts of suicide entered her head, and she
wondered if she would have the strength to hang herself in a bed sheet,
if there was any way to tie it to the light grill above.

She stood up and turned on the shower, gasping as the cold water hit
her, quickly adjusting the temperature and closing the door, as she
cleared her body of his pee. The hot water felt wonderful, and she
wanted to stay there for awhile, but she also needed to pee she
realized, and bad. She had never done so before, but now spread her legs
and let herself pee in the shower while the warm water washed over her.
A small sense that she was being perverted like the man invaded her, but
she dismissed it for the pleasure of being engulfed in the hot shower.
Finally she washed her body and hair and stepped out, noting that the
gauze plug from her pussy was lying on the shower drain. She considered
replacing it, but remembered the man always used dry gauze, and threw
the little wet wad in the toilet instead. Besides, her pussy felt better
this morning, she thought, although her bottom was a little sore from
the beating and abuse. She didn't stop to think how she was becoming
used to referring to her private parts with a pet name.

After drying herself, eating some bread and swallowing the pills he had
left her, she brushed her teeth and lay on the bed for an hour or so
thinking of her situation. The light grill above was way too high to
reach, even if she folded the thin mattress over on itself to stand on.
The bed frame was hopeless, a flat steel sheet on tubular steel bars
welded directly into the walls and floor. Besides, she wasn't sure she
could hang herself anyway. The principal reason for wanting to do so,
she realized, was to spite the man. She still had hope of escaping
eventually, and even though she had been abused in many different ways,
she was essentially unharmed, without a scar or a bruise on her young
body, on the outside at least. Being abused for days or weeks to come
didn't appeal to her, but at least she wasn't being tortured, not like
in some dungeon with whips and racks, about the only meaning she knew
for the word.

She grew bored after a time, and remembered that she was supposed to
watch and learn from the video he had left. She realized she didn't know
how much time had elapsed, or when he would ring for her to prepare
again, so she started the video as instructed and sat on the bed,
watching the TV screen coming to life behind the plexiglass. The first
segment of the video was an edited compilation of commercial videos
dealing with sensual massage, almost all of the tape featuring various
women rubbing men's backs, legs and necks, using lotions and oils. The
women were all built like models, mostly nude, with oversize breasts she
realized were sometimes fake by the stiff movements they made. She felt
her own tiny buds, which were a little sore from being pinched and
squeezed, and wondered how large they would grow, assuming she survived
to live that long.

The men were all young and trim, with muscles rippling under their skin
as the women ran their hands and fingers over their bulges. A couple of
times she could see their cocks and balls, as she now called them in her
head, and while they were soft, she thought they were bigger than the
man's thing. She began to feel a little tickle in her pussy and spread
her legs a bit as she watched. In one scene a woman used her hair,
draping it over the man's chest and legs as it fell from her head. She
found that to be exciting in some way, and wished she could rewind the
tape to watch it again, but the remote buttons had no effect.

She realized the man had put this tape together specifically to prompt
her to repeat these administrations on him, though his body was nowhere
near as attractive as these built young men. The next segment started
with an instructional video on exotic dancing, apparently prepared for
use by night clubs. The soundtrack including a corporate-style narrator,
who said silly things like ``remember to spread your legs as you bend
over to pull in the big tips.'' Later parts of the tape included clips
from stage shows that included what Crystal recognized as the Playboy
bunny symbol in the lower right corner, and included some fellow with a
camera in his hat. The dancing was of no particular interest to the
girl, and she used the time to eat another slice of bread and pee,
though she was careful to note the various movements of the girls. She
wondered if she should practice while watching, but instead lay down on
the bed, propping her head up with a couple of towels and the two small
pillows she was allowed.

The next film segment was an illustration of the art of oral
gratification, put together from x-rated films, she guessed, due to the
relatively low quality of the productions and the lack of dialog, aside
from grunts and moans that seemed to be dubbed in. Apparently Crystal
was to learn by example, and she noted the way the women used both their
hands and mouths to pull back and forth on the large cocks. She wondered
if her man had a small cock, or if the actors on the video were larger
than normal. She guessed the latter, as all of the men and women in the
film were far more attractive than anyone she knew from school or in
public. Most of the time the men finished the same way, with the women
removing the cocks from their mouths and stroking the big erections with
their hands as the men spouted their cream onto the women's faces.
Crystal supposed the man wished her to do the same, but she wasn't
looking forward to it. She didn't care much for the sperm parts, but the
sight of the handsome men with their large stiff cocks was having an
effect on her again, and she pulled up her legs a bit and spread her
knees, without thinking about it.

The third segment ended and the next began. This tape was again a
compilation, all of women handling stiff cocks in their hands. The first
part was a good quality film, well lit and scored. The woman was a slim
blonde with relatively small breasts, and the man had long hair, like a
Latin-American actor whose name she couldn't recall. His body was
impressive, well built with taut dark skin. But it was his cock that
drew her attention mostly, and that of the camera. It was a giant thing,
the size of a cucumber. The blonde was working up and down the shaft
with her hands, avoiding the tip at first, while she lifted and cupped
his hairless balls, apparently shaved for the film. Crystal's hand had
slipped down to lay between her legs by this point, and she realized
with a start that she had been idly stroking her pussy lips. She pulled
back her hand in shock and planted it firmly by her side, but she could
feel the heat between her legs. I can't do that, she thought, that's
what he would want, and I won't submit when I don't have to. But the
longing to touch herself was strong, and as the blonde on the TV was
applying lotion to the tip of the huge cock, she cupped herself in one
hand and pressed it against her lips; just a little she thought.

The blonde girl was now working over the young man's stiff cock,
wrapping her hands in one direction and then the next as they travelled
up and down the shaft and over the tip. Crystal could see that he was
breathing deeper and had spread his legs a little, flexing his thighs in
response. At one point the blonde wrapped her hair around the giant
cock, and she noted that was the second time the man had introduced such
an element into the video. She knew he liked to touch her hair, and
wondered if she was supposed to copy what the blonde girl was doing.
Crystal's hands were both involved now, stroking her thighs and rubbing
upwards over the top of her mound. All of sudden the young man's cock
began to spurt white liquid from the end right up into the air, first a
small spurt, and then a large gusher, which landed on the blonde's
breasts. The blonde woman shifted her position, and caught the next
spurt right on her face, across her nose and lips. Crystal was disgusted
as the woman's tongue darted out to lick the fluid, as another shot of
sperm hit the bottom of her chin. Her hands were slowing down now on the
cock, and the last few spurts had less energy, emerging from the tip and
landing on the woman's hands. The segment ended with the blonde girl
smiling into the camera past the tip of the stiff cock, his sperm still
oozing down her face.

Crystal realized her own hands were busy disobeying her instructions
again, but she left them alone for now, enjoying the sensation of
rubbing her pussy lips. She hadn't touched inside the lips yet, but as
the next film segment started, and yet another large stiff cock came
into view, one of her fingers found the slit and fell inside, finding
her insides to be warm and slick. The remaining clips weren't as
polished as the first segment, and some bits were quite crude. Each
seemed to be imparting a different lesson, one girl brushing her breasts
and body over the man's erection, one using the outside pussy lips to
stroke him as she squatted over him, legs obscenely spread. And one
segment was particularly notable, a young brunette woman with large
breasts, had wrapped an organ in her hair, and was stroking it pointed
directly at her face, forming a tube with the hair wrapped by her hands
for the man to thrust into. His cum splattered all over her face and
breasts, and she used her hair to clean his cock afterwards, always
smiling for the camera in spite of the cum dripping from her forehead
and nose.

In the meantime, Crystal's fingers had found the object of their
distracted search, and she was breathing deeper as one finger and then
two teased her clit, while the other cupped her pussy lips. By the time
the fourth segment ended she was deeply aroused, and had turned off the
rational part of her mind that was telling her to stop, that it was sick
to feel herself that way. Her reverie was snapped by the appearance of
her captor on the screen, and she realized he had inserted a clip of the
Becky punishment video into the tape. The message was clear, as if she
had needed to know; be prepared to demonstrate the lessons on the tape,
or you'll find yourself strapped to the wall. The odd thing was that she
continued to feel herself while the familiar whipping sequence played
out, and she closed her eyes briefly, and fantasized it was her swinging
the cane into the young blonde girl's girdled bottom. To her surprise,
the tape ended and the TV turned off, leaving her unfulfilled and
confused. She removed her hands from her pussy and the mood was lost.
She lay on the bed for awhile thinking about the tape and fell asleep
with visions of spurting cocks in her mind.

She woke up sometime later, how long she wasn't sure. She washed her
hands and face and ate the last piece of bread, again using the
toothbrush after eating. She had guessed that having a cavity filled by
the man would not be a pleasant experience, and she had become an
instant dental hygiene addict. She couldn't guess how long it would be
until the man rang for her again, and she wondered if one green light or
two would shine above the door. She thought about six or eight hours
must have passed, and after awhile decided to see if she could play the
video again. She pressed the number combination and the ``on'' button of
the remote and the VCR whirred into life again. This time Crystal was
careful to mentally note exactly what was going on, and she even
pretended the bed was a man's back, kneading it as if it had muscles.
When the dancing video came on she tried to practice some of the moves,
even though the floor space in her cell was very limited. She was
gyrating her ass with her legs open, getting into the action, when she
remembered suddenly the camera in the corner. Even if the man wasn't
there, he might be taping her. What if he had seen her on the bed with
her hands between her legs. She was mortified by the thought, and
blushed deeply. Afterwards she practiced more moves with the tape,
figuring she must, but without the abandon she had brought to the
performance earlier.

Crystal sat on the bed and watched the last two segments again, this
time with her hands firmly planted at her side and her legs squeezed
shut. She hoped if he was watching that he had missed her earlier
activity in favor of her relatively demure posture, as the tape wound
and cocks spurted their cum again and again on the screen. Crystal was
certain he meant her to use her hair today, as she considered what she
had seen. She suspected she would be asked to perform all the segments
of the tape on the man, probably dancing for his pleasure, maybe
massaging his back, then no doubt sucking on his cock again. She decided
she would copy the women who had used her hair to stroke the man into
her face without being asked by the man. Maybe if she put her best
efforts into the task he would go easier on her. Aside from the
whipping, several times the previous day the man had hurt her
deliberately, and she didn't want to think that would be the normal
routine. Her thoughts were interrupted by the punishment video starting
again, and she watched as the little girl was tortured by the cane,
wondering what she had looked like while fixed to the wall. The tape
ended, and as the TV turned off, the speaker above the door immediately
sounded ``bing.'' She snapped her eyes to the top of the door; one green
light was lit. She was relieved, but realized the man must have been
watching through the camera again.

3. Preparation

The man had returned home late in the day, and turned on the video
monitor that covered the girl's cell, watching her sitting at attention
on the end of the bed. He couldn't see the TV from the camera position,
but the monitoring equipment included a counter on the tape, and it
showed there was about an hour from the end. Good, he thought, it must
be her second time through, and he left her watching while he put away
his purchases and made preparations for the evening. He wondered what
her reaction was to the images on the screen, but she seemed to be
unmoved by the naked bodies, sitting with her hands at her side and her
legs together. Some women like porn, and some don't, he thought, but out
of curiosity he later rewound the tape recording of the images from the
camera in her cell, which compressed the day into a couple of hours, the
frames a few seconds apart. As the tape rolled forward on fast frame, he
stopped it to normal speed and watched her lying on the bed with her
hands between her legs. He laughed out loud; the girl had not let him
down, she was exceptional in every way.

No girl in all the years he had used the special basement chambers had
ever masturbated in the cell, so far as he was aware. This ten ear-old
virgin girl had been here less than two days, and had been abused quite
severely, yet had already cum twice and was now stroking her own pussy
to porn videos. Unbelievable, he thought, she has no idea how special
she is. The other girls had been brought to feel sexual pleasure, but
only under threat of punishment. They had been so cowed by the whippings
that they had become passive, scared little creatures, that did his
bidding out of fear. It would be infinitely more fun for a girl to
debase herself, partially from her own will, at least. It suddenly
occurred to him to run the surveillance tape back to the first run of
the video he had left her to watch. Fortunately the security system was
tied into the tape, and one of the inputs was the VCR counter, which
appeared in a data window in one corner of the screen. He ran the tape
to where the Becky punishment clip should have started, and played it
back at normal speed. It was difficult to tell from the compressed tape
whether she continued to diddle herself, but certainly she didn't remove
her hands from between her legs until the tape had run run its course.

He switched the video back to real time and waited for the tape to end
as he considered the evening ahead. When he saw the VCR counter run out,
he pressed the speaker button and flicked one of the light switches on.
He chuckled at her response, and saw her eyes move to the lights above
the door frame of her cell. Yes, I was watching you, and no, you won't
be ass-fucked tonight honey child, he thought, but probably tomorrow. He
was careful not to let the girls' systems become accustomed to the
forced enemas, which would disrupt their normal bowel functions if used
too much. This first week he would probably make her clean herself a
couple more times, but once her pussy was healed, he would cut it back
to once a week.

How should he handle her, he mused some more. He had used the other
girls more or less as punching bags and love toys, brutalizing them in
any way that didn't draw blood or leave too much bruising, except once
when he had enjoyed sticking pins into one unfortunate girl's nipples
and pussy. She had healed from the treatment, but he could see dots on
the skin where the needles had pierced, and didn't repeat the abuse. He
liked his girls to be whole, untouched almost. Could this girl be
brought to enjoy pain in a certain sense? He had the notion that maybe
she would like to inflict pain, and thought about whether it would be
worth the trouble to capture another girl briefly, just for that
purpose. Oh well, he thought, time enough for that. He was ready for her
performance, and flipping back to real time on the camera screen, he
could see that the girl was out of the shower. He decided to speed up
her preparations by bringing her the hair dryer again.

Crystal was just finishing her initial towel drying when the door
suddenly opened. She panicked for a moment, thinking what to do, but
quickly moved toward the door as if to take up her assigned position
outside, the towel dropping from her head. The hour couldn't have
passed, was this a trap as an excuse for punishment? But the man grabbed
her arm as she neared the door and spoke to her, ``relax, finish drying
off, I'll get the hair dryer for you.'' She remembered to say ``yes
sir,'' and he spoke to her again. ``You can drop the reply when I give
you a command, it's getting tiresome. Only reply when I ask you a
question.'' She started to say ``yes ...'' but cut off and stood
silently. ``Just because I changed the rules doesn't mean I've forgotten
your past mistakes. I'm still thinking of a suitable punishment.''

She wondered what he had in mind this time, but in the meantime picked
the towel up off the floor and continued to dry her hair. The man
brought in the hair dryer on the long cord and handed it to her with the
brush, and she set about the task af arranging her hair while he sat on
the bed. He reached out and moved her around so her bottom was facing
him, and starting slapping her butt cheeks lightly back and forth,
apparently just to amuse himself. Her bottom was growing a little pink
as she finished with the hair dryer, but she stayed hunched over a
little to keep in position for his pleasure. She actually didn't mind
his attention too much, it didn't really hurt and it made her tingle
inside somehow. He stopped the spanking after a few seconds and she
straightened up. He reached for her waist and turned her around.

``Finish brushing your hair while I check you out,'' he said, ``spread
your legs wider,'' and she complied. He now kneeled on the floor and
spread her open with his fingers while she squeezed her eyes shut and
continued to absently brush her hair. ``Hmmm, it fell out I see, looks
alright though, healing nicely,'' he observed, ``I think we can dispense
with the packing tonight, we'll see how it looks in the morning.'' No
response was apparently required of her, and he sat back on the bed
while she pulled her legs back under her and began to brush her hair
with more attention. The feeling of the man's hands spreading her lips
caused her to tingle down there again, and she was angry with herself.
She remembered a derogatory term from school that seemed to fit, and
applied it to herself; stop being a slut, she thought. ``Lotion first,''
he reminded, ``then clean your pussy in the bidet. Get the stream inside
a bit.'' She wasn't sure how to accomplish that, but she busied herself
applying the lotion to every part of her body as he had instructed.

The man had enjoyed slapping her rear end around while she dried her
hair, noting with satisfaction that she had remained bent over a little
after she was done with the dryer so he could have access to her bum.
Does she like it a little, he wondered, or is she just being obedient?
He saved that thought for further exploration, while checking the inside
of her cunt. The gauze plug was gone he saw, but the incision was sealed
over and what little scar tissue remained was a normal color. He sat on
the bed and watched her apply the lotion, nearly busting out laughing as
she carefully spread it to all of her exposed skin, even her ears. He
didn't want the captive's skin to dry out from the conditioned air and
the frequent cleanings, so he insisted on lotion being applied at least
once a day. When she bent over to work on her legs and feet, he opened
his robe and stroked himself while the other hand played with her body,
running through her hair, tweaking a nipple, squeezing a bottom cheek
and finally settling between her legs, stroking her pussy.

When she was done, he took the lotion bottle from her and returned it to
the shelf, and reeled up the extension cord with the hair dryer, putting
it back in its drawer. When he returned to the cell the girl was facing
the wall, adjusting the temperature on the bidet spigot. This bidet shot
a stream out from the base horizontally, that could be adjusted up and
down slightly, rather than spraying from below. He watched with
amusement while she tried to line up the water stream with the opening
between her legs, being more or less successful at getting some of the
water inside. He got up and helped her out, grabbing her by her bottom
cheeks and lifting her up until the water was jetting right inside her
hole. The water stream was aerated and not too strong, so he wasn't
concerned about the effect on her incision area. What he noted with
delight was that the girl had shut her eyes, and seemed to be enjoying
the treatment. He used his free hand to adjust the water flow until it
sprayed directly on the hood covering her clitoris, and increased the
temperature of the water. At first the girl opened her mouth and started
breathing in short gasps, but as the water heated up she began trying to
move out of the way. ``Stay still!'' he commanded, testing the water to
make sure it was not hot enough to burn.

Crystal had been enjoying the warm water flooding her insides, it felt
different than being touched outside, and she yielded to the new
sensation as the water jetted in and flowed out continuously. The man
was holding her bottom in his left hand and arm, while she placed her
hands on the basin lip for support. His other hand was adjusting the
stream to aim it right at her passage opening. Warm water dripped down
between her legs and tickled her asshole as it fell into the basin of
the bidet, and she began to feel the same as the previous day, when the
man had made her have an orgasm. When he switched the water flow to her
clitoris she had really begun to get excited, closing her eyes and
imagining the Latin American man from the video was doing this to her.
But suddenly the water grew uncomfortably hot and she looked down in
question and tried to move her hips back, gaining a rebuke from the man.

He was playing another game of pain with her, she knew. The object was
to get her to disobey, to force herself to the punishment wall where
pain was no longer tolerable. She guessed he wouldn't burn her
deliberately, so she determined to hold out and set her teeth to
withstand the torment. Her body was starting to betray her wishes again,
and her lower parts were pelting her mind with demands to be removed
from the hot water spray. She could feel her little knob throbbing in
pain, and heard herself start to make moaning and squealing sounds as
she struggled to breathe. The man reached out and the water increased in
temperature, too much to stand. Her legs began to shake and her bottom
squirmed in the man's grasp. She hollered and screamed as the water
suddenly changed temperature again, but was brought back to reality by
the sound of a laugh from the man. She realized the water had not grown
hotter, but had been turned completely to cold. The rapid switch had
fooled her nerves in thinking they were being burned. She glanced down
between her legs and saw that while her pussy lips were somewhat red,
they were not really damaged, and heard the man chuckling to himself.
``That's clean enough,'' he said, ``stand up,'' as he shut off the
spout.

The girl had perspired a bit in her pain during the water treatment, so
he wiped her clean with a damp towel, and then dried her off, patting
her between her legs with a dry towel. He left her standing in the cell
while he replaced the towels, and then pulled her out of the cell into
the main room. He moved her in front of the reclining chair while he put
some soft ambient music on the stereo system, then returned to sit in
the chair with his robe open. Time for her show, he thought. The girl
lifted her eyes a bit as he spoke to her, ``Dance.''

4. Performance

The girl started to swing around the floor, ineptly at first, trying to
copy the movements of the women in the video, and looking silly as she
opened her legs at inappropriate times and generally tried to be
``hot''. After a couple of minutes she started to get the rhythm of the
music and began to sway in tune, dancing around, swinging her bottom in
time. The man was nearly laughing at her attempts to be sexy, but then
the girl again surprised him by dancing over to his chair and swinging
her bottom across his lap, stopping in the middle to run it up and down
his crotch, while she spread her legs wide. Now this was interesting, he
thought, and moved forward in the chair to line up his cock with her
bottom crack. The girl was actually rubbing his cock with her asshole,
he realized, and he placed his hands on her bottom to encourage her
motions.

Then the girl really shocked him and danced away, grinning at him over
her shoulder as she held her arms above her head and swung her hair and
hips to the music. Damn! he thought, she was teasing him like a table
dancer. The girl was beyond being a quick study, she had absorbed the
feeling of the dance from the videos, and was adopting the role. She
danced over again and bent almost double, shoving her cunt lips and ass
nearly in his face. He reached out and appreciatively ran his hand over
the stretched curve of an ass cheek, and again she danced away, adopting
a mischievous stance, sticking a finger in her mouth and slowly doing
the splits as she smiled at him, running her hands over her chest as if
she was lifting invisible breasts she did not yet possess.

Nothing should surprise him now, but he was amazed when she danced back
over facing him, placed her hands on the arm of the chair and proceeded
to drop her head down, cascading hair over his chest and stomach and
then down to his raging cock, which she whipped with her tresses. She
then wrapped her hair around his cock and stood up suddenly, pulling the
loose skin upwards on it while her hair untangled, all the while keeping
her ass swaying to the music. Again she turned around and danced away,
stopping first to give his cock a squeeze with her hand, still smiling
at him. Wow! he thought, that was a professional move of the first
order.

He lusted for more contact, and got up out of the chair to move with
her, brushing his cock against her as she danced. When she bent over to
perform a split, he squatted down and place his cock underneath her,
rubbing it back and forth between her cunt lips and poking at her
rosebud. He felt her hand reach down, pressing his cock into her, and
suddenly she turned around and kissed him fully on the end of his prick,
her tongue teasing the tip as he thrust at her. This was too inviting
and he forgot the order of the evening's affairs, grabbing her by the
head, forcing his cock in her mouth. The girl got the message, and knelt
in front of him, showing she had absorbed the rest of the tape as well,
giving him the full treatment with her mouth and hands, slowly, still in
time to the music. He began to feel himself swell, but it was much too
early for this, and he pulled out of her mouth. `Nice, but not yet,
young lady. I've had a long day, why don't you rub my back.''

Crystal was worried at first as she realized she was being clumsy, and
tried to clear her mind to listen to the soft music. She pretended she
was a stripper on-stage, and started swaying her bottom in time, moving
fluidly, gradually getting into the rhythm. She was determined to
perform well, and pretended the man was a customer, smiling at him while
she danced. She had planned a few moves in advance, and encouraged by
the pleased look on the man's face, as well as the stiff cock she could
see sticking up through his open robe, she boldly moved over to him and
stuck her swaying bottom in his lap. She could feel his cock stiffen as
he lurched forward to rub it inside her bottom cheeks, and she pretended
to enjoy the contact, though in truth the erotic nature of the dance was
moving her as well. His cock felt good in her crack, especially when it
brushed her bottom hole, but she remembered how the strippers had only
given their patrons a little bit of such attention, and danced away when
he grabbed her ass, remembering to smile over her shoulder as she had
planned. The man's eyes were wide in surprise, she saw, and she smiled
to herself as she swayed into the next pose. Maybe I won't get hurt
tonight, she thought, he looks like he's enjoying it.

As that move had gone over well, she again danced over to the man and
did a full backwards split, displaying her pussy to him from the rear.
She felt his hands trace the curve of her behind, and danced away again,
throwing him a look designed to say, ``look, but don't touch''. The next
move she had planned carefully, and after draping her hair over his
body, she wrapped his cock in a fall, and pulled upward, attempting to
apply friction to his member with her hair as it pulled away. She
remembered to give him a smile as she squeezed his cock in farewell,
dancing again to the middle of the room. She was surprised to find him
next to her, poking his thing at her through his robe. It disturbed her
plans, but she adapted, and offered her ass in the air again. She felt
his cock rubbing under her and moved her hand down to increase the
pressure on her privates, but then she had an idea, and turned around
suddenly, kissing and teasing the tip of his cock, something she had
planned to perform later, with the man in the chair.

Apparently she was having the desired effect, as he plunged his cock
between her lips and grabbed her head. She reacted quickly, remembering
the motions of the cock-sucking part of the tape. His cock wasn't large
enough to suck and stroke at the same time, she realized, so she
alternated with her hands and her mouth, using one part on his balls
while the other worked the cock. She hadn't felt his balls with her
mouth before, and she actually enjoyed cradling one and then the other
between her lips, though she wished there was less hair in the way. Then
the man surprised her by pulling away and asking for a back rub. She had
hoped he would squirt his sperm at her face early in the evening,
thinking that maybe she would be left unmolested if he was satisfied in
that way, but apparently he had different plans. There was nothing to do
but try to perform as well as she could in the next phase. So far, so
good, she thought, at least this was better than being tormented with an
ice cube, choked and impaled, recalling the long previous day and night.

He removed his robe, and handed her a bottle of hand lotion, lying on
the bed face down, and making himself comfortable, as the girl straddled
his legs. He was thinking about her dancing and oral performance, and
smiled as he guessed her intentions. Clever girl, he thought, and while
he saw through her plans, that didn't mean he failed to appreciate the
thought that had gone into them. For a ten year-old girl, innocent of
the world of sex until yesterday, she was beyond remarkable. She was one
of a kind, a freak of nature. He resolved again to think of how to
develop her potential. Oh, he would enjoy the fucking and sucking, and
he planned to play plenty of games with her that would have her
squealing in pain, but the ultimate contest was for the girl's mind. He
thought of turning her loose on the world of men at twelve, not only
fully capable in the sexual arts, but a willing participant in the art
of pleasure for her own sake. My God, he thought, what a dominatrix she
would make. He imagined her in thigh boots with a whip in her hand.
Perhaps she would enjoy giving some of what he would bestow back to her
victims, he smiled to himself, as the girl began spreading lotion on his
back.

He felt the girl bend to her task, her long brown hair brushing his
lower back while her fingers worked upwards and over his shoulders, and
then back around his neck and down the middle of his spine, falling into
rhythm with the music again. Is there nothing I could ask of this girl
that she wouldn't perform well? he thought. Her massage wasn't expert,
and her tiny hands had no strength, but she was putting her back into
it, and he surrendered to the pleasure of being rubbed by the little
girl.

He felt her hands working over his shoulders and neck, and then all the
way down his back, right over his butt cheeks, which she stopped to
squeeze, then down the back of his thighs, and all the way back up to
his shoulders again. She applied some more lotion and began to knead his
lower back, working down to his butt cheeks, which she lingered over,
feeling into the crack with the edge of her hands and down his thighs
and back. Suddenly he felt her lean forward, and his butt was covered by
her tummy and crotch as she began draping her hair over his back, first
stroking up and down and then whipping the tresses from side to side. He
noticed that her body was pressing into his bottom more than was
strictly necessary for this move, and heard her breathing quicken. His
cock was stiff underneath him, and after letting her knead his shoulders
again as she rubbed herself on his bottom, he rolled under the girl, and
his cock sprang into the air in front of her, as he settled his head
into a pillow. Let's see if she has absorbed the rest of the video
lesson, he thought. The massage had been perfectly executed, or at least
was good as one could expect from the hands of the small girl, and he
was thrilled when she rubbed her own body into his bottom. What a girl,
he thought again.

Crystal had been surprised by the condition of the man's back and legs,
which were thick with muscles. His skin wasn't as attractive as the
young men in the videos, but his butt cheeks were firm and meaty. She
remembered what she could from the video as she dug her fingers into his
shoulder muscles and neck, working up and down his back, breathing hard
from the effort. Her hands and arms were soon sore, but she ignored the
pain and tried to put as much effort into the massage as she could
muster. She forgot about her burning arms when she ran her hands over
the man's bottom, as once again she began to feel the familiar heat
growing between her legs. She wanted to touch herself, and tried to
squeeze her legs together to bring some friction to the area, but they
were spread wide straddling the man's large thighs, and her pussy was
open to the air, seeking contact. She thought about her hair again, and
without giving her dignity any thought, realized she could press her
crotch against his bottom if she had to lean over him to lay her hair
over his back. The contact allowed her to bring some pressure to bear,
and she continued the opportunity by staying in position to work on his
shoulders with her hands.

She was just working into a rhythm when he suddenly rolled under her,
and his cock presented itself, stiff and clearly hungry for attention.
She considered if she was supposed to massage his front, and didn't
relish running her hands over the large belly. She guessed he had wished
her to apply the lessons of cock handling from the video, and heard him
moan in reply as she first tickled the shaft lightly with the tips of
her fingers. She was still straddling his legs with her crotch split far
apart, and wasn't able to rub it into his body in this position.
Shamelessly she let herself lay down flatter, and moved one leg between
his with the other outside, her legs now being split by one of his. She
settled her pussy into contact with the lower part of his thigh as she
applied lotion to his cock and balls with light touches of her fingers,
pulling further grunts of pleasure from the man. She started working her
hands around the slick cock, pulling lotion down and around his balls,
sliding her hands over all his parts now except for the head of his
cock. She continued to tease him in this fashion as she began moving
herself back and forth over his leg, pressing her pussy lips into him.

The man had noticed the shift in her position of course, but he was far
more interested in the attention she was giving his cock, as it quested
for more contact with her flickering fingers. She was teasing him
expertly, and he smiled and groaned with pleasure as she brought her
hands into play, circling around the shaft and under his balls again and
again, never touching the head. He allowed her to torment him like this
for a time, and then flexed his hips down into the bed, fucking his cock
in her hands to force them over the tip, and she got the message,
starting to work her hands all the way up and down his shaft, one hand
leaving to get more lotion a couple of times. He felt her pussy pressing
into his upper thigh as she moved back and forth, and lifted his head to
see the action. He could see her eyes were un-focused and her mouth
open, and he enjoyed the erotic sights of her hands on his cock and his
leg between her full thighs.


He saw that she was reaching for the lotion, but then put the bottle
back, and wondered what she was thinking. He got his answer when she
moved up his leg a bit, sat back on her haunches, and proceeded to whip
his cock with her long, full hair, rotating her head back and forth as
his cock divided the waves of hair moving over him. His cock strained
for sensation as the soft hair swirled over the tip, and his body tensed
as he held his breath in delight. She then wrapped falls of hair around
the base of his cock, working up to the tip, and fell back on her hands,
her hair following, pulling at his penis as it disengaged. It was so
good he gasped, moving his hands to squeeze her thighs, as she repeated
the move twice more. He liked to play with his captive's hair, and let
it grow long so he could wrap it around his cock. The inclusion of the
clips involving hair play in today's video was no accident, but the girl
had taken the hint to an extreme, and was showing remarkable creativity.
She began pumping up and down on his cock using handfuls of hair, and he
felt himself near to the point of not being able to hold back. ``Stop!''
he commanded, ``lay down next to me for a minute and just squeeze my
cock gently in your hands.''

Crystal was sure the man was going to cum as she pumped him with her
hair, and planned to move her face down to accept the seminal fluid
blast, as she figured he wanted that today. Her own pleasure was
forgotten as she worked him up, so concentrated was she on achieving the
goal. But again he denied her, and she lay next to him breathing deeply
and did as he instructed, gently pumping her hand on his cock, giving
and releasing pressure. The man moved one arm around her and worked his
hands between her bottom, reaching the girl's pussy from behind and
stroking between her lips. She closed her eyes again, and felt the man's
hand working further inside to rub the sides of her clit, his wrists
pressing against the insides of her ass cheeks. She allowed herself to
yield to the sensation, and felt the beginnings of the road to pleasure
swell inside her again as she buried her face in his side. His middle
finger traced under and around her clit hood, while the rest of his
fingers squeezed her lips, further pushing the clit out for contact. She
started to moan, and put her top leg over his, working it up and down
his leg as she grasped his penis harder, almost as a handle.

The man smiled and kissed the top of her head as he brought her closer.
If you could tap the sexual energy of this little girl, you could solve
the California power crisis, he thought. Nothing she did surprised him
now, but to be in this position, straining for her release, was simply
incredible for a girl of her age, especially given her recent
circumstances. But he thought of an experiment to perform later that
night, and decided he would deny her any orgasms during tonight's games.
So he moved his hand out from between her legs, and slapped her on the
bottom. ``Stay here for a minute, I'll be back,'' getting up to fetch
the hair brush, a couple of sandwiches and some pop from the kitchen.

5. Suitable punishment

``You must be hungry,'' he said as he returned to the frustrated girl.
``Sit up and eat,'' he motioned, passing her a sandwich. The girl pulled
herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, while he moved to sit behind
her, pinning his cock to her naked back, and taking a few bites as he
brushed her hair and watched her eat. ``You can have half the pop,'' he
said, and the girl drank a bit from the can, swirled it a bit, and drank
a little more. He wondered if she had taken the invitation as a command,
and was trying to gauge exactly where one-half would be, and he chuckled
inside. Probably she took it into account, he thought, she's been
thinking all evening except when she was close to cumming a few minutes
ago. When they finished he allowed her to brush and floss her teeth and
to pee, and when she returned he was ready, sitting up at the head of
the bed propped by several pillows with his legs stretched out in front
of him, the hair brush in his right hand.

Crystal was bitterly disappointed again as the man had moved off the
bed, leaving her pussy steaming and throbbing. She didn't even bother to
call herself a slut again, as that part of her mind was submerged for
the moment. When he brought her the ham sandwich she realized that she
was very hungry, and forgot about her need as she wolfed it down, the
man now sitting behind her on the bed, brushing her hair. She could feel
his cock against the small of her back, and leaned back a bit, enjoying
the heat. When he told her to drink, she did indeed consider whether it
was a trick to get her punished, and tried to guess as best she could to
leave half the can full. The man ordered her to brush her teeth and pee,
and she did so quickly, thinking that now it was time to suck him again,
this time to the end, his cock squirting through her hair into her face.
That was all that was left from the video, but she half hoped he would
reciprocate as he had the previous night. She was surprised to leave her
cell and find the man sitting up in bed with his cock buried in his lap,
in no position to be handled by her. She didn't like the look on his
face as she walked over and stood in front of the bed.

The man grinned as he watched the girl's face and read all her thoughts.
``I told you I thought of a suitable punishment,'' he said, ``lay across
my lap face down with your legs toward the wall.'' The girl climbed over
his legs and did as she was told, and he reached out to arrange her
position so that her bottom was positioned just right, centered over his
right thigh. ``I think I said fifty lashes, but we'll use the hair brush
instead, is that OK with you?'' he asked rhetorically, getting a feeble
``yes sir'' from the girl as she buried her face in the bed and gripped
the sheets with her hands. ``Relax your bottom, this won't be bad,'' he
lied to her, reaching his left hand over her back to hold her, and
proceeding to give her a couple of test swats with the brush, not too
hard at first, to see the effects. The smack of the back of the brush on
one cheek and then the other almost made him giggle with delight.
Spanking was one his favorites, and his cock grew up to brush her side.
The girl had done as she was told, and her bottom bounced in a
delightful fashion, absorbing and springing back from the blows. Her
breathing was shallow and quick, but she showed no other reaction as her
bottom sprouted pink patches where the brush had fallen.

He also wanted to keep her sexual tension as high as possible without
allowing her release, so he put the brush down and rubbed the pain from
her cheeks, moving his hand between her legs and giving her moist cunt a
little feel. The girl accommodated his hand by shifting her legs apart
just a bit as he dug his hand under her bottom to stroke her lips. He
chuckled at the girl to himself; fifty of those you wouldn't mind, I
bet. Let's up the force a little here, he thought. The best feature of
the wooden brush was its extended handle, designed for use by women with
long hair, to allow extra reach. In the present context the handle
allowed him to moderate the force by choking up or moving back, though
in her position on his lap it was difficult to really develop a full
swing, not that he wished to bruise her anyway. Just redden her up good,
he thought, maybe take some pictures after.

Crystal had in fact not minded the swatting too much, now that she could
feel the results. She had concentrated on keeping her bottom relaxed and
still, and the brush bounced off without too much pain. If he was going
to rub her like that afterwards, she might actually enjoy the
experience, feeling a twinge of guilt again at her thoughts. But the
next hit landed much harder, stinging her bottom, and she gasped sharply
as a companion stroke whapped the other cheek. The man laid on four more
quick hits in succession, and she dug her hands into the sheets and
grimaced as she let out a little cry. That was eight, she thought, but
once again the man was rubbing her cheeks and thrusting his hands
underneath her, longer this time. She just started to enjoy the feeling
again when he suddenly stopped and two more sharp cracks startled her,
causing her to cry out again as tears flowed from her eyes. Again, four
more quick hits followed, alternating from one cheek to the other, never
in the same place twice, and each a little harder than the last. That's
fourteen, she thought, about one-third of the total, if he was telling
the truth. The pain was getting intense, and her bottom stung badly even
after he stroked it again with his hands, kneading her cheeks with his
open palms.

The man saw that her pleasure was turning to pain, and spent several
minutes this time, soothing her bottom with soft strokes, and finally
reaching under her to fondle her pussy lips. She wasn't responding to
the treatment this time, and he figured it was futile to try and keep
her aroused during the entire session continuing on this way. So he
moderated his next strokes back down a notch, working around her bottom
with ten straight strokes, seeking to spread the red color all over her
bum. He finished with two more on the tops of her thighs, relatively
mild hits, and then spent even more time rubbing out the sting. He
noticed that the girl was tense during the hits, but had relaxed
somewhat when they finished, maybe getting the message. He dipped his
hand underneath her again and gently caressed her pussy, working from
the inner thighs into the large outside lips, then following the curve
up her inner lips to her clit. Bingo, he thought, as the stiff nub
greeted he fingers, she wins again. As an afterthought he dipped the tip
of his finger inside her, just up to the area where the hymen was
removed, and was rewarded by a quick intake of breath from the girl.

He realized his left hand was not joining in the fun, and figured he
really didn't need to hold her in his lap. She wasn't going to move her
ass away from the blows regardless of what he did to her, acknowledging
the force of her will. So he tucked his arm in and wormed his hand
underneath her tummy, cupping her pussy lips and pressing into her mound
with his palm. He picked up the brush in his right hand again and
started to swat her gently, moving around her buns to the top of her
thighs and back. He had lost count of the strokes, but it didn't matter
anymore, they were playing a different game now. Only he knew the
ending, he thought. He picked up the force a bit as he felt her pressing
her pussy into his hand.

Crystal had felt the change in the force, but thought it was probably a
trick to get her to relax before he really belted her. But the blows
stayed about the same force, and while the last two on her thighs
surprised her, they were nearly as gentle as the first two he had
inflicted. She realized she had lost count, as his hands started to feel
underneath again, and she gave in a bit to the warm feeling in her
pussy. When he probed her inside she felt herself twitch at the new
sensation, and wondered if he was going to do it more. She felt his left
hand leave her back and work its way to her pussy, and she moaned softly
and allowed herself to concentrate on the movements of the hand
underneath her. She tensed as the spanking resumed, but they seemed more
like love taps to her now, and she gave in to the complete experience of
being spanked and felt-up at the same time.

She was able to retain that feeling even as the brush strokes increased
in force, as they stayed within the range of not really being painful.
She wondered what her bottom would look like afterwards, remembering the
bands of red on the whipped girl in the video. The thought made her
excited, and she began to circle her hips a little to drive herself into
the man's cupped hand. Now she began to move towards orgasm, and allowed
herself to be carried away with the flow, but was interrupted as the
strokes increased in strength and started to hurt again, harder and
harder. Suddenly the man pinched her clit and laid a series of
blistering strokes on her bottom that made her gasp and scream out in
pain. Before she could react, he had grabbed her by the waist, and once
again demonstrating his strength, flipped her around to pull her bottom
in his lap, pinned her legs apart with his knees as he gripped her belly
with his left hand, and delivered four quick swats of the brush directly
onto her flushed pussy lips.

The man monitored the girl's state, letting her build up a good head of
steam before letting her have it. Just when it seemed to him that she
was moving towards the edge, he gave her clit a sharp pinch and belted
her hard, then flipped her around and smacked her right on her open cunt
lips, taking care to avoid her erect clit for fear of doing damage. He
loved the moist sound the back of the brush made as it whapped the soft
lips, and thrilled to hear the girl scream. As soon as he finished he
dropped the brush and turned her over on her stomach, finishing the job
on her bottom with his hand, making sure the cheeks were an even red
color, as the girl sobbed and squirmed. Finally he rolled her off his
lap onto her tummy, leaving her crying on the bed as he went to fetch
the digital camera. He wanted to capture the moment, and after taking
several shots of her ruby-red bottom and thighs, rolled her over for
closeups of her pussy, which had also adopted a rosy glow. He finished
with some shots of her face, succeeding in getting the feeling of her
pain afterglow on the film. The boys will like these, he thought.

Putting the camera down, he climbed back on the bed, and the girl shrank
away from him a bit, curling up on her side as if to avoid further
punishment. ``There, there,'' he crooned to her, ``all done,'' lying
next to her and folding her in his arms. She was stupid if she thought
his attentions had turned paternal, and he knew this girl was no fool.
But she seemed to recognize the game of pain was over for now, and
accepted his embrace as he stroked her stomach, spooning with the girl,
his cock pressed into her glowing bottom, enjoying the heat. They lay
liked that for awhile as the girl calmed down. He got up and rolled her
onto her stomach, and applied cream to her abused cheeks, working down
her thighs and underneath into her pussy lips, though she didn't seem
inclined to feel passion at the moment. So he gave her a long soothing
back rub, with experienced hands, and she gradually relaxed again at the
pleasure of the massage, his semi-hard cock resting harmlessly on her
bottom, for the moment.

6. Encore

Crystal sobbed and pouted as the man took pictures of her, angry at him
for the spanking and abuse. She had been proud of her performance, and
thought she deserved some kindness. She chided herself as well for being
so naive. This man had proven over and over again that he enjoyed giving
her pain as much as taking his own pleasure, and there was no reason to
expect anything else. But she knew she had surprised him with the
special tricks she had planned, and wondered if there was any way she
could break through, to talk with him or have any sort of communication
aside from ``yes sir'' to his questions. She didn't admit it to herself,
but she was also mad that he hadn't allowed her to reach her pleasure,
always breaking off just as she started to warm up. The man was now
spreading cream over her burning bottom and legs, and it felt good, but
she resolved to be unmoved, especially when he reached under to sooth
her pussy lips. She was especially upset about being hit there, though
in truth it hadn't been that painful, and her screams were more a
reaction in shock. Well, she thought, any day I don't get whipped is a
good day, and she realized she better be careful not to be too petulant,
as she could end up strapped to wall at any time.

Anyway, the man was now massaging lotion into her back and shoulders,
brushing her hair to the side to expose her skin, and she couldn't help
melting a little as his strong hands seemed to know just where to rub
and how much to force to apply. She felt herself becoming slack and
shifted her arms under her head to open up her flanks, which he was now
stroking with his palms and fingers in long, firm strokes, moving down
to knead her thighs, and then kneeling beside her, to treat her calves
and feet. The bottom of her feet tickled a bit at first, but his strong
fingers soon turned them into centers of intense pleasure. No one had
ever touched her like this, and she realized that her massage paled in
comparison to the techniques the man had obviously practiced.

The man now moved back up her legs, and she let out a little moan of
regret for her now lonely feet, which longed to be rubbed more. Perhaps
the man understood, because he moved back down and rubbed them more,
pressing deeply into the soles, flexing them in his hands and sucking
her toes, which almost caused her to giggle in delight. But at last he
left them again and worked up over her pink bottom and back, until she
stretched underneath him like a cat. She felt him apply more lotion
between her cheeks, and realized the man was rubbing his cock there as
he worked. She could feel it swell and stiffen, and remembered that she
was due to have cum on her face before the night was over, thinking
about her plans to make it special again.

The man felt the girl becoming pliant under his hands, and stopped to
lubricate her ass cheeks so he could pleasure himself there as he rubbed
her back. He considered flipping her over to massage her front, but his
cock slipped from her cheeks and his forward thrust drove between her
legs, nearly entering her from behind. He reached for more lotion and
applied it directly to his member, and holding her legs shut with his
thighs as he straddled her, drove into the folds of her pussy, using the
flesh of her lips and her thighs as a kind of vagina. He kept upward
pressure against her cunt, and felt the tip of his cock run up the inner
lips and over her clitoris hood, feeling the little lump of flesh now
engorged again. It was evident that his massage had delivered the
intended effect, and he continued to work in short strokes that provided
direct contact between the slick cock head and clitoris. The girl put
her fingers in her mouth and closed her eyes as he rubbed her cunt and
her back with the tools at his disposal. It would be easy to cum like
this, as he done several times before. He especially liked to fuck his
captive's crotches from behind as the girl lay on top of him with her
legs squeezed shut, shooting his cum up over their bellies, and if he
was pent up enough, sometimes all the way to splash on their faces.

He continued to thrust as he sensed her moving once again to the
threshold of joy, feeling her heat up and pant underneath him. Judging
the moment to be right, he pulled out and slapped her on the butt,
leaving her moaning on the bed, twisting on the sheets in frustration.
He snickered to himself as he walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a pop
and a warm, damp towel. He offered some pop to the girl, and noted that
she lay on the bed longer than necessary before acknowledging his
presence and propping herself up to drink. He could punish her for that,
he thought, but he didn't seriously consider it. It was late and she had
more work to do, he thought.

He finished the can when she handed it back to him, and rolled her over
on her back, spreading her legs wide with his hands and using the towel
to clean her pussy thoroughly of the lotion. He then wiped his own
genitals with the towel and lay on the bed next to her. ``Climb on top
of me with your legs toward my head and suck me.''

Crystal didn't hesitate, hoping that the man would lick her the way he
done the previous night, when for a brief moment she had entered into
paradise. We're going to do ``69'' again, she thought, and for a moment
was shocked at herself again for thinking this way. It's not really bad,
she thought, people do it all the time, pushing the part of her mind
away that wanted to remind her that she was ten, and was about to suck
the cock of a man who kidnapped and abused children. In any case, I have
to do this well, she thought, or I'll be whipped, though she didn't fool
herself that it probably wasn't necessary to put quite this much feeling
into it. Without resolving the debate she reached for his balls with her
hands and sunk her lips over his member, shamelessly hiking her bottom
up to push her pussy out behind her, craving for attention. The man
didn't waste any time in providing it, propping his head up on some
pillows to gain leverage to reach the small girl's nether regions with
his mouth, while she began licking and teasing his cock with her tongue.

She was now relatively experienced at cock sucking, and fell quickly
into rhythm, first pumping her head up and down to get him going, then
stopping to twist her hands around his shaft while she tickled the head
with her tongue, kissing the end. Then with a mouth moist with saliva,
she drove it all the way into her mouth and out again, sucking it hard
as it came out between her lips with a little popping sound. The man had
begun to work his tongue over her pussy, circling her ass for a time and
then back to sooth the soreness away from the spanking he had inflicted
on her petals. She could feel the man starting to lift his hips to meet
her mouth when she moved down his cock, as he found her clitoris with
his tongue tip, his nose pressed to her ass. Yes, Crystal thought, keep
doing it just like that, please. But just when she thought the man might
be content to cum in her mouth while she exploded in pleasure on his
face, he lifted her off, and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulled her
onto the floor to her knees in front of him.

She squealed a little in frustration as he manhandled her into position.
Darn it, she thought, I was almost there again, when will he let me
finish? But she had the sense to push those feelings aside and
concentrate on the job at hand. It was finally time for her last act she
realized, and she resumed sucking him with gusto as he supported himself
on his hands, laying back and watching her head bob in his lap. She was
alert to the state of his arousal, and wanted to time the action as best
she could, still trying to impress him with her effort. She left one
hand cupping his balls, and with the other gathered her hair in front of
her so it would be ready. When she felt him start to thrust into her
mouth and the head of his cock pulsate on her tongue, she pulled her
mouth away, and wrapped his cock in hair without any wasted motion, so
that in one move her lips left the tip as the hair took over, driving
down his shaft wrapped tightly in her hands.


The first spurt almost dribbled out onto her hair, but the next leaped
out and splattered on her forehead, leaving a tail over one eye, which
she quickly squeezed shut. She moved her face to avoid getting squirted
in the other eye, and opened her mouth as she had seen the women on the
tape do, scoring a perfect hit as his next spurt landed right between
her lips, the last bit draping over her lower lip and her chin. He
grunted and flexed his hips, thrusted into her hands full of hair, and
shot another stream that splattered on her neck and chest, decorating
one nipple as if a string of icing had been piped there. His last spurts
coated her hands and her tangled hair, and she brought up more her
tresses, burying his cock in a pile of hair as he fell back on the bed
and groaned. She continued to rub her hair over his fading erection,
ignoring the cum dripping from her face for now.

The man was not surprised that she used her hair in that fashion, nor
that she pulled away and let him cum on her face. She had been following
the script he laid out with the tape all night, and he had to admire her
concentration, particularly in the state he had deliberately left her
in. He lay back and let her rub her hair over his cock in ecstasy,
feeling each hair roll over the surface of his sensitive organ, an
indescribable sensation. He was spent and lay on the bed for awhile to
recover. But it was late, and he wanted to monitor the results of his
experiment before sleeping, so he sat up and reached for the towel, and
cleaned off the girl's face and body, pulling her hair through the towel
to clean most of his goo from it. Then he kissed her on the cheek, and
without another word, pulled her through the door of her cell, slammed
it shut and turned the wheel that ran the locking rods into the wall. He
flicked the light switch to her cell off, and left her alone, angry as
cats no doubt, he snickered.

7. A change of rules

Crystal stood still where he had left her in the dark cell for a moment,
unable to see. She tentatively took a few steps forward with her hands
stretched out in front of her and bumped into the bed frame, turning to
sit and think. A peck on the cheek, she fumed, that's all I get? Her
guts ached with frustration from being brought to a fever pitch over and
over without being allowed release. She noticed that the cell was not
completely dark, as the illumination from a small red pilot light on the
TV allowed her to make out the white bath appliances as her eyes
adjusted. She slurped water from her hands in the sink and used the
toilet. She considered taking a shower, but settled for washing her face
in the sink and wetting a corner of a towel to wipe a couple of areas
that were still a little sticky from his cum, she supposed.

Afterwards she threw herself on the bed and buried her face in one of
the small pillows, sobbing to herself at how unfair he had been to her.
It occurred to her that the camera couldn't see in the dark cell, and
that the man had probably gone to bed, but she didn't trust that line of
thinking. He could have some sort of camera that saw in the dark, she
thought, so I'll be careful. She turned over on her back and covered
herself with the sheet, as her hands dove straight between legs. She
lifted her knees a bit to tent the sheet so it wouldn't reveal the
movements in her crotch as she rubbed her pussy. She copied the
movements the man had made, holding her hand flat and running it up and
down her lips, then curving a finger inside to run along her hard
clitoris. She began lightly pumping her hips and one hand moved to rub a
nipple. She realized she was a bit dry, and threw off the sheet, stepped
quickly to the far wall, grabbed a bottle that appeared to be lighter in
color in the dim red light, and after confirming it was body lotion,
tucked some in her pussy lips, hunching in the corner underneath the
camera so it couldn't see her. She almost leaped back on the bed to
continue.

The man was watching of course, and laughed as he saw her clearly in the
infrared image run to the corner and then back to the bed, guessing she
had used the lotion. I can see you, he thought, and the picture was very
clear from the sophisticated electronics in the system, though in black
and white. Well, that was easy, he thought. It had taken her all of five
minutes after he left her to be humping her hands on the bed furiously.
She could see her hips flexing up under the sheet and her head tilting
back into the pillow, a cloud of hair spread underneath her. He thought
he would let her hair grow for awhile, to she how she looked with it
hanging to her ass. It was wonderful stuff, soft and full of body, and
he loved to stroke it and grab it. His attention returned to the screen
as the girls knee's drew up wide under the sheet, and he flipped on the
audio feed, being rewarded by moans from the girl's cell. He was
watching from just outside the pleasure room door, which was still open,
on another monitoring station that was built into a computer station. He
had no intention of allowing her to play with herself nightly in her
cell, and was waiting for the right time to intervene.

The air in the cell was warm, apparently too warm for the girl in her
heat, and she reached up to toss the sheet off her, forgetting the
camera. Both hands were now busy in her lap, her knees spread wide,
opening her inner pussy lips to view as her fingers worked inside. She
picked up the tempo and her head tilted back into the bed, turning from
side to side. He had learned what he wanted to know, the girl had become
a little sex machine in less than two days, and he wondered what other
talents lay undeveloped in her young mind. I was pretty easy on her
today, he thought. She's overdo for a whipping, let's step up the pace a
bit tomorrow. He would have most of the afternoon and evening free, and
started to plan her next day as he walked back to her cell door and
quietly as possible turned back the bolts. He retrieved a soft, flexible
leather tawse from a drawer, and got it ready in his right hand. He
ripped the door open as he flipped on the light switch, and the girl
gasped and pulled her hands from her lap, sitting up in bed as he strode
forward and began lashing her with the divided flat tip of the tawse
strap, all over her body from her legs to her puffy nipples. As the girl
twisted in the bed to avoid the blows, he belted her back, ass and
thighs as she curled up against the wall.

``New rule,'' he said, putting the tawse on the bed and pulling her over
to face him. ``You will not give yourself pleasure unless I order you
to''. The girl was sobbing and tears rolled down her checks, but she
managed a strangled ``yes sir'' in response. He sat on the bed and held
her in his arms, stroking the pink patches left by the tawse, which he
hadn't really used with much force. The man enjoyed cuddling and
soothing his girls, just as much as brutalizing them in some novel
fashion for his pleasure. The previous captives had become docile, cowed
so much by fear of punishment that they ended up lacking much of a
personality, taking pain and pleasure as he doled it out for his own
delight, not that they weren't fun to abuse in that state. He sensed
that this girl understood he was going to take what he wanted from her
come what may, though her performance tonight demonstrated that she
believed she might have some control if she played her cards right. But
what really set her apart was her longing for attention to her own
pleasure. He could see she had been miffed at being left unsatisfied at
every turn this evening, and he guessed that she felt her efforts had
not been appreciated, though she was wrong. He was very impressed with
her, especially given her age and the short time she had been in
training, but he was setting her standards high.

She was calming down now, sniffling a little, but no longer crying. He
picked his time and informed her of the second part of the rule. ``In
the future you may ask me by saying ``please sir'', do you understand?''
The girl mumbled a ``yes sir'' in response, shivering in his arms a
little, as he stroked her flanks and bottom and kissed her on top of her
head. The girl looked up at him and then cast her eyes down and blushed
deeply, and he heard the softest sound, a little wisp of air from her
lips, ``please sir.'' He smiled in triumph, and without replying he laid
her out on the bed with her legs spread. She was still wet between her
thighs, and he cradled her head in one arm while his left hand massaged
her privates, laying beside her. The girl's left hand reversed over and
began to stroke his cock lightly as she closed her eyes and lay back.
She wasn't responsive for a few minutes but gradually began to warm up
again.

Crystal was just beginning to feel the first wave of orgasm coming up
her body as the lights suddenly blinded her and blows began raining
down. At first she didn't know what was happening, but the pain from the
tawse quickly cleared her head and she twisted to avoid the leather
strap from biting into her tender areas. One of the blows struck a
nipple right between the two end flaps of the tawse, and she yelled out
in pain. She rolled over and the straps began slapping her ass and back
as she curled up. When it ended, she heard the man's new rule and
replied more or less mechanically. But when he told her she could make
the request, adding one more word to her allowed vocabulary, she
believed she was saying the ``please sir'' only because he wanted her
too. Let's not get whipped, she thought, speaking to other half of her
mind that was still trying to deny her nature. She opened her legs to
him and he began to rub between them, though she was in no mood to
respond. Thinking things through, she moved her left hand over to feel
his cock, which had stiffened from his excitement at hitting her with
the tawse, and she tried to relax and let herself warm to the treatment.
I better, she thought, or he might get mad. So she closed her eyes and
concentrated on her inflamed pussy. But I don't really want him to touch
me, she lied to herself, settling the argument for now.

Within a few minutes she was breathing deeply again, and as he rubbed
around her clit she opened her mouth and began to pant softly. The man
was amazed at her response, thinking that it was unlikely the girl would
be able to get back into the mood after being interrupted and lashed
with the tawse. Just the embarrassment of being caught masturbating he
thought would be enough to turn her cold, but here she was, pumping her
hips up to meet his hand and turning her head back and forth in his
arms. This girl was a gift from the Gods, he thought. He realized how
lucky he had been to capture her, instead of one of the other young
girls in the home. To have this kind of freedom with any under-aged girl
would be a luxury, but this girl was something else. Soon she was
thrashing in the throes of pleasure, as he allowed her to cum several
times, even bending to suck and lick her cunt at the end, though it was
tasting a little musty by that time. He left her curled up in her
afterglow, switched off the lights, locked the doors and went upstairs
to clear up some domestic chores and sleep.

Crystal was lost in a sea of warm waves spreading from between her legs,
and as the man bent down to take her pussy in his mouth, she felt
elevated to some new level of reality, a world without body in which
only light and sensation existed. After he left, she rolled over and
fell instantly to sleep, sheets wrapped up in her feet and her tangled
hair draped over her face, as a finger moved up inside her mouth. She
lay in a fetal position sucking the finger, looking more a like a child
again as she slept.





    

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