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Crystal's First Week, Part One (Mg ped nc sm)
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1. She waits
The girl sat on the edge of the small bed, waiting. She was alone in
the small basement room, but had wrapped a sheet around her to cover up,
not being comfortable naked. She had woken up from a drugged sleep only
two hours before to find herself in a windowless room with white-painted
walls that were apparently made of steel. There was a door with no
hinges
or handle, locked solid, and the only breaks in the enamel walls were
small
ventilation ducts covered with closely-set stainless steel bars. If the
nature of the room wasn't enough of a hint, the instructions left for
her
to read by her unknown captor made her predicament clear; she had been
kidnapped and was about to be used as a sex toy by a man. Her lips
quivered as she sobbed quietly in anticipation. Her name was Crystal.
Crystal was a pretty girl with long light-brown wavy hair falling
down
her back. Her school friends said she was a dead ringer for the girl in
the ``Exorcist'' movie that had recently been re-released, and they were
calling her ``Reagan'', which she detested, along with their pea soup
jokes. Her face promised more maturity than her ten year-old body
delivered. Her bottom had lost the flatness of youth, and filled her
jeans
in a beguiling curve, but her pussy was smooth and hairless, and her
breasts mere bulges under her puffy pink nipples. Her belly retained a
cushion of baby fat, and her thighs were soft and fleshy.
Her young life had been filled with tragedy, both her parents lost in
a
plane accident before she entered first grade. Without any competent
relatives, she was a ward of the state, living in a group home with
girls
pending adoption. She didn't know that her captor was fully aware of
her
history, and had chosen her for precisely that reason. He had carefully
broken into the office of the group home, and had examined the files on
the
girls living there. When he entered her room some nights later and
covered
her sleeping face with a chloroform-soaked cloth, he knew that her
departure would be dismissed as just another runaway story, as the
missing
clothes and personal effects he had removed from her room would attest.
He
later burned them. She would have no further need of clothing in her
new
life. The routine notices were given to the police by the home, and the
case was filed away with all the other runaway reports and soon
forgotten.
2. Awake
Crystal had come awake in the small room lying in bed, aching all
over.
Her wrists and ankles had red chaffed bands around them, and she felt a
dull pain between her legs. She was naked. Above her was a fluorescent
light fixture enclosed in a steel grate. As she regained her senses,
she
scanned the room for the first time. The bed was in one corner, and
across
a thin aisle were bathroom appliances; a small shower stall, a sink, a
toilet and what she recognized as a bidet, though she had never actually
used one. There was a hose attached to a fixture looped around a
bracket
with some sort of plastic nozzle on the end. In her confused state she
merely noted the details without comprehension. At the far end of the
room
set into the wall were a few steel shelves filled with soaps, yellow and
blue plastic bottles, and plain white towels. A television and a VCR
were
set into the wall behind what appeared to be a plexiglass door. A
remote
control was sitting on a stapled document, lying on top of a stack of
towels. She saw, but did not register, two green plastic lenses on top
of
the door frame and what appeared to be a speaker. A camera behind a
plexiglass shield set into the far wall was noted and catalogued by her
racing mind.
Sitting up nearly made her ill, but she gradually recovered and stood
up
tentatively, more aware now of her surroundings. Something was
seriously
wrong. She recognized nothing that she was familiar with from the group
home. Was she being punished somehow, was this solitary confinement?
All
manner of possibilities flashed through her mind as she considered the
room, the raw skin of her wrists and ankles and again the dull ache
inside
her cleft. Recognition forced its way past her mental denials; she was
a
captive and had been raped, she was kidnapped and held for ransom,
aliens
had abducted and probed her, these and darker possibilities forced out
more
pedestrian explanations.
Her body interrupted her musing to remind her of its needs. She was
desperately thirsty, and needed to pee and poop bad. There were no
glasses
or any other utensils, so she slurped water from her hands in the sink
before cramps drove her to sit on the toilet and void in racking bursts.
As she flushed and cleaned herself with the tissue rolls stacked on the
floor beside the toilet, she began to weep and sob. What was going on,
where was she? Quickly her mood turned to anger. Who had the right to
do
this to her? She wiped a final time, and while the toilet refilled,
walked
the few steps to the outline of the door. Her fingers tried to find a
grip, but it was clearly hopeless. She started pounding on the door and
began to yell, ``Help! Let me out!'' It was like pounding on stone, and
her words merely echoed around her cell. She threw herself on the bed
and
cried into a thin pillow for awhile.
3. Instructions
After some time Crystal came to herself again, curiosity getting the
better of her. Again her eyes swept the small room, noting the bidet,
the
hose and nozzle, the camera, the green lights and speaker above the
door,
the television behind the plastic shield; and finally her eyes stopped
on
the stack of towels, and the TV remote on top of the papers. She walked
over, picked up the remote and punched the ``on'' button, but nothing
happened. Still holding the remote she grabbed the papers and sat on
the
bed. She was afraid to read them, as the reality of her situation
became
clearer. She was only ten, but not dumb. She had been taken, abused
somehow, and she was captive in a locked room that could only be a cell.
She was naked, and there were no clothes anywhere. No kidnapper's cell
could explain the bidet, the soaps and lotions and whatever appliance
the
hose and nozzle represented except sex. They were to make her clean.
Desirable. It was obvious, which is why she was afraid to read what she
guessed correctly was a set of instructions. But there was nothing left
to
do. She picked up the papers and started to read:
``Greetings Crystal. You have been taken from your home by me. I
broke
into your room and drugged you while you were asleep. I packed you in a
duffle bag along with your clothes, your purse, shoes and everything
else
that looked important to you. I found your diary underneath the drawer.
The home will think you ran away. What other explanation will there be?
You are mine, and no one will be looking for you.''
``You have had an operation, which is why your pussy aches. I tied
you
down to a table while you were unconscious and removed your hymen
surgically. In case you didn't know, your hymen was a small band of
flesh
that constricted the opening to your vagina. You are young and small,
and
it was safer to remove it than to tear it as I enter you for the first
of
many times.''
``The first thing you must understand is that you will obey.
Quickly,
without reservation. Any act that I demand you perform will be done
immediately and with full attention and effort. You will not speak
unless
spoken to. You will acknowledge my commands with ``yes sir''. The
slightest deviation will result in punishment without delay.''
``What is punishment? It's time for a video demonstration. Before
reading the next page, take the remote control and punch the buttons 1,
2,
and 3 in sequence, and then the on button.''
Crystal read the page without emotion, as it confirmed what she
already
had guessed. The information about her operation was a surprise, and
she
touched herself ``down there'' tentatively, not being able to bring a
name
for her genitals into her virgin thoughts. She had never even inserted
a
finger into that hole, though she knew it was there and more or less
what
it was for. She shivered and broke into sobs again briefly, before
considering the remote. Somehow she knew she must do as she was told,
but
she also knew she was not going to like what she saw. Punishment? She
considered what that might mean and what the video would show. A
demonstration?
4. Example
Crystal did as the instructions said, pressing the 1, 2, and 3
buttons
and then the ``on'' button. The TV clicked and crackled and the lights
on
the VCR panel came to life, announcing with a symbol that a tape was
playing. An image surfaced on the TV screen of a man facing into the
camera. The man was middle aged, but it was hard to tell because he was
chubby and his skin was smooth. Actually he was fat, as made abundantly
clear by the fact that he was wearing nothing but a untied robe and
slippers. Worse, his male organ poked into the camera, its red tip
swollen
and stiff through a tangle of hair above his sacks. She knew what it
was,
but this was different than a textbook drawing and it was somehow
incredibly obscene. She screwed up her face in disgust as the man
spoke.
``Hi there sweetheart. I'll be seeing you soon. In the meantime,
let
me introduce you to a prior occupant of your room, young Becky here.''
He
moved aside from the camera and swept his arm toward a wall where a
naked
young blonde girl was fixed, her back to the camera, with her wrists and
ankles held in restraint loops attached to the wall. Between her legs
was
some sort of odd ceramic appliance, like the bidet in the cell, but
smaller. Her blonde hair whipped back and forth as the she struggled.
Apparently she was gagged, as only muffled cries could be heard from the
tape.
``Becky just got here, just like you, only some years ago. She's now
tied to the wall outside your cell, in case you wondered. Becky had a
chance to obey me, but she decided not too. Now she is about to be
punished, and I thought it would be good to document the procedure for
the
future, to properly instruct the girls that follow her, like you.
Punishment is the same for any offense, and consists of being whipped
severely. Here, let me show you.'' He moved across the back of the
whimpering little girl, patting her bottom on the way, and came back
into
view with a thin bamboo cane in his hand, whistling it back and forth.
``Punishment consists of five hard strokes with this cane. As you can
see,
this is a viscous instrument, and if I hit little Becky here with it,
her
flesh would soon be a torn-up mess. I don't want that, so I took a page
from the Marquis de Sade.'' Hearing these words the girl on the wall
again
struggled in her restraints, and a small stream of piss could be seen
between her legs flowing into the small ceramic basin, the purpose of
which
was now clear.
Crystal's attention was drawn back to the man in the robe as he held
up
what appeared to be a girdle, though with odd straps and buckles, and no
front at all. ``See this? Notice how the cloth panel is curved to fit
little Becky's butt cheeks here? When I strap it on her, I'll cane her
as
hard as I can, and her ass will come out good as new. But for Becky it
will feel like she's being ripped apart. Well, let's get to it, OK?
First
we need to prevent Becky from shitting herself, as she was a bad girl
and
didn't give herself the enema as instructed.'' The meaning of the hose
and
nozzle became apparent to Crystal, as she briefly turned her attention
to
her surroundings again.
Disappearing for a moment, he returned with something made of black
plastic with a hose and bulb dangling from it. Whistling cheerfully, he
smeared cream on it and moved over to the girl, spreading her ass cheeks
with his hands. ``Ah, very nice, what a cherry! Isn't her little ass
cute?'' he asked the camera. He placed the device to her rectum and
started to twist it, some sort of tapered plug. The girl struggled and
bunched up her butt cheeks straining to exclude the foreign object from
her
ass, but the well-lubricated plug slipped past her defenses easily. The
man paused to paddle the girls cheeks with his bare hand, speaking to
her,
``if you relax your bottom this won't hurt as bad, stupid.'' He stroked
her
cheeks with his hands, and gave them a small series of spanks while he
chuckled to himself, the hose and bulb from the butt plug swinging back
and
forth. Turning his attention back to his work, he grasped the bulb and
pumped it several times, which caused the girl to let loose with more
muffled screams. He then detached the hose as he spoke to the camera,
``Becky has a bit between her teeth, so she can't speak to you at the
moment, in case you wondered. If she didn't have something to bite on,
she
might break a tooth when the punishment begins. I have to be an amateur
dentist to keep a young girl very long, but it's not something I enjoy
doing.'' Crystal paused to consider the meaning of his words before
turning
her attention back to the TV screen.
The man moved over to the girl and began strapping the girdle to her
thighs. He then pulled it up taught and fastened a belt around her
tummy.
Finally two dangling straps were pulled between her bum, and then
underneath her on either side of her girl flesh, making it bulge out
obscenely. He seemed to take delight in pulling the straps up hard,
making
the girl struggle and whimper anew. He apparently fasten them to the
belly
belt, though the precise manner was hidden by the girl's back, which now
shined with sweat from fear. Again the girl peed into the basin, this
time
through the bulging flesh between her legs, which was glowing red at
this
point.
``There, all trussed up,'' the man said, turning to the camera again,
as
he ran his hands over the fabric of the girdle stretched over the
girls's
ass cheeks. ``See how tight this is? Like a drum.'' He moved into the
camera, which went out of focus in a blur for a moment, and then the
picture resolved back into the man standing behind and to the side of
the
spread-eagled girl. ``OK, here we go. Watch carefully, and consider
putting yourself where young Becky stands before you read the remaining
instructions.'' Crystal had the pages in her hands, which were now
somewhat
crumpled from her tense grip as she watched the screen. Somehow she was
unable to tear her eyes away, though she knew what was to come.
As her mental attention returned to the screen, the man had drawn
back
the thin cane and with a terrible crack whipped the poor girl on her
girdled ass. The reaction from her was immediate, her entire body
tensing
into bunched-up muscles as the pain ripped into her. Pee flowed freely
from her pushed-out cunt lips as she howled piteously into the gag, her
hair whipping back and forth as she strained to turn her eyes to her
tormentor, as if her look could somehow do the pleading her gag denied
her
voice. Crystal was shocked by the violence of the stroke. Aside from
the
crack of the cane striking the girl, it was evident by the temporary
indentation in her ass as the cane whipped down, that the man had struck
her with intense force, multiplied by the speed of the flexible bamboo
as
it slashed through the air.
Before she could react further, the man was grunting with the effort
as
the second stroke again struck the girl with another loud crack! The
girl
was just beginning to enter the throes of her recoil from the hit as he
laid a third stroke on her. Crystal heard him laugh as the girl slumped
in
her restraints, clearly having passed out from the pain. ``Oh no you
don't,'' she heard offcamera, as the man returned with a small jar,
apparently of smelling salts, which he waved in front of the girl.
Sputtering and shaking her head, she came awake and almost instantly
screamed into her gag, peeing into the basin the last few drops left to
her. ``Two more,'' the man said, and the girl's head turned back and
forth
saying ``no'' as her hair bounced across her back.
Again he moved to one side of the camera angle and laid two more
quick
strokes across the white-bound ass of the girl, drawing forth more moans
and screams as the girl's fists opened and closed and her feet twisted
in
the restraints, incapable of moving her ass from the hellish cane blows.
``There, that's five, Becky, though I wager it won't be the last today.
You may try to obey, but it will take some time for your instincts to
work
right. That's OK,'' the man said as he stroked her hair like some kind
father would do, ``I like it!'' he laughed. The beaten girl moaned in
response, but relaxed somewhat in her restraints as it appeared the
assault
had ended.
Turning back to speak to the camera, he again addressed the future
girl
sitting on her bed in her cell, watching the TV with the papers now
fully
crumpled in her balled-up fists, which were pressed into her lap, as she
cried. No! This couldn't be happening, Crystal complained to no one,
turning her attention back to her situation, trying to force denial on
reality. The man was speaking again as he un-strapped the odd girdle
from
the whipped girl in the video. Apparently he had removed the gag while
Crystal was mentally distracted, because the girl's pleas and moans
could
now clearly be heard, ``no, please, leave me alone.'' ``Shut up!'' the
man
said. Can't you remember anything? You do not speak unless spoken to.
Punishment, five strokes.''
Before the girl could react, the bit gag was back in her mouth, and
the
man strapped up the girdle again, taking pains to stretch the crotch
straps
up hard underneath the horror-struck girl. It all seemed to move in
fast
motion to Crystal. As the man played with the girl's sex for a moment,
she
heard him say ``what a nice little puffy pussy, I can't wait until it
heals,'' and then proceeded to lay five blistering strokes on the girl's
ass again, crack, snap, crack! as the man counted, ``one, two, three,
four
and uh! five,'' whap! The girl's body quivered and shook as the blows
landed, her reactions as violent as the first set or more so.
Apparently
the pain the cane delivered was not something one became accustomed to.
``Just disobey one more time, Becky, please? Say just one word,'' as he
removed her gag again. But the girl on the screen had enough presence
of
mind not to repeat her error. She wasn't fully trained of course, and
many
more sessions were in her future, but for the moment she whimpered in
silence as the man removed the girdle.
Crystal was amazed at the condition of the girl's bottom on the
screen.
It was glowing in bright red bands where the cane had landed, but was
not
marked in any way. Apparently the girdle had done its job. She became
aware that the man was speaking to her again from the TV, and she was
disgusted to see that he was moving his stiff member between the red
cheeks
of the girl, pressing them together with his hands. ``Well, I'm going
to
amuse myself for a moment, so you'll have to excuse me. I hope young
Becky
did a good job with the video instruction. Remember; any word out of
place, any hesitation in obeying a command, and this is you strapped to
the
wall.'' He need not have said anything further, Crystal had gotten the
message many minutes ago. The video came to an end with the man
grunting
and thrusting his thing between the girls's bottom halves, still
strapped
to the wall. ``Now don't forget to read the instructions carefully,''
he
ended with a cheerful wave to the camera.
5. Further instructions
The TV had turned off on its own, and the video player was obviously
rewinding the tape as Crystal looked down at the papers crumpled in her
fists. She hadn't realized what her hands were doing, and as she
unfolded
them they ached from being balled up so hard. She realized her whole
body
was tense and sweating, and made an effort to unwind. How long ago had
the
video been made? What happened to the girl in the film? She appeared
to
be younger than Crystal, did the man just capture children? He had said
``young girls'' on the tape. Had he done this many times? Did he kill
the
girls when he became tired of them? She couldn't help but consider
these
thoughts.
She got up for a moment and again looked down at her sore crotch.
She
had no pet word for it, she realized. What had the man called it? A
``pussy'' that was it. He had said it needed to heal, when referring to
the girl named Becky in the film; had he operated on her as well? She
put
her finger down there again and moved it past the little bump, which was
oddly sensitive and stiff, she noticed. She was slick between the
smooth
lips and her finger slid easily through the clean folds of her mound as
she
sought the secret hole. She placed a finger tip inside and found to her
surprise that her progress was blocked by what felt like cotton, or
gauze.
Apparently there was a plug inside her where the incision was made,
which
made her feel sick for a moment. There was no mirror in the room, so
there
was no way for her to see between her legs. She thought again of the
fat
man's member pushing between the soft red cheeks of the whipped girl's
ass.
God! That will be me soon, she thought. What can I do?
There was nothing to do but sit back down on the bed again, avoiding
a
damp spot where she had sat watching the film. Crystal unfolded the
papers, and turned the page, reading again the rules for her future
life:
``For the first few weeks of your stay with me you will follow this
set
of instructions. Later maybe there will be more freedom and favors
granted, but for now there will be only punishment if you fail. You
will
have the privilege of decent food only if you have been exceptionally
talented in your role.'' Crystal wondered at the meaning of this, and
guessed it would involve the man's hairy member and her body. She
returned
to the page, realizing that she was hungry as well, as her stomach
gurgled.
``You will notice two green lights and a speaker above the door. You
will hear a tone on the speaker and one or two of the green lights will
turn on. You then have exactly one hour to prepare for me.''
``One green light means I will not be using your asshole. Two green
lights mean that you are to give yourself an enema. You will sit on the
toilet. You will lubricate the nozzle on the hose with body lotion from
the yellow bottles and insert the tip. You will press the button on the
wall next to the hose and accept all the water that will flow from the
nozzle. The water is on a timer. You will sit with the water inside
you
until you hear a tone from the speaker. You will then remove the nozzle
and clean the tip with tissues. You will then eliminate the water from
your bowels.''
Crystal read this passage with resignation. She had guessed roughly
what the hose and nozzle were for, but reading it was like walking to
the
gallows after being on death row. She felt defeated before she had even
been touched. It was all so clear what lay ahead; the man's thing
inside
her bottom, thrusting and grunting until he achieved whatever pleasure
he
was seeking, chuckling at her discomfort without pity, reveling in her
pain.
``You will then take the squeeze bottle from the shelf'' (she noticed
one with a similar nozzle as was attached to the hose) ``and fill it
three-quarters with water and one-quarter with the soap solution in the
blue bottle'' (there were several such bottles on the wall shelves
across
the room). ``You will empty the squeeze bottle into your rectum and
will
then squat and stand twenty times. I may be watching, so be sure to
squat
and stand firmly exactly twenty times.''
With horror Crystal's eyes snapped to the camera. My God, she had
forgotten! Was he watching her now? Her hands flew instinctively to
cover
her tiny breast buds as she stared at the camera. There was no
indication
that the camera was on, no red light or sound, so there was no way of
knowing whether he was watching or not. Could he know when she would
wake
up from the drug-induced sleep? How long had she been there? She
imagined
the man was watching her now, laughing as she caught her breath in
realization of the existence of the camera. She was sure his thing was
stiff, waiting for her bottom and whatever other place he would thrust
it
into.
She turned away from the camera, and continued to read, sitting on
her
knees. If she had known, she might have adopted another posture,
because
she was indeed correct. The man was watching her with absolute glee,
stroking his cock in anticipation of her completing the instructions,
when
he would hit the speaker and both green lights. Then she would know she
had been watched. In the meantime she was a vision, her soft brown hair
draping her back, and her full bottom stuck out towards the camera.
``You will then sit on the toilet again, and insert the hose nozzle
and
press the button. You will wait until the tone sounds and eliminate the
water, then repeat again with just water. You will then shower and wash
yourself completely. You will then dry your hair in a towel and rub
body
lotion from the yellow bottle lightly over your entire body. Do not use
too much, as I do not wish the taste in my mouth.'' That caused Crystal
to
scrunch her face up again in distaste. The papers went on to describe
how
she should use the bidet to wash her pussy, that word again to describe
her
private parts, but that she was not to clean the inside until she
healed,
when she would be further instructed. ``Failure in any step, such as
using
too much lotion, or improperly drying your hair, will result in
punishment.''
Crystal wondered at the last sentence. Too much lotion? How was she
suppose to know, taste herself afterwards? She thought maybe he was
looking for an excuse to whip her. She remembered how the man had
laughed
as he lashed the girl in the video, and how his member was inflamed.
The
sight of it rubbing between bottom cheeks again entered her thoughts
unbidden, and she shook it off to finish the reading. The was only one
more page, in the same large type:
``You will then sit on the bed and wait until I open the door. You
will
then walk out of the door and move out of the way, standing with your
hands
at your side, your eyes downcast and your legs spread slightly apart.
Any
deviation will result in punishment. I will remove the wet towels and
replace the used bottles while you wait. Then we shall begin. You
belong
to me. Suffer as much as you like, it's the only choice you have.'' And
the text ended.
Crystal jerked her heard around in surprise as a tone on the door
speaker sounded, like a chime. ``Bing!'' Both green lights were lit.
6. Preparation
Crystal realized that the appearance of the signal to prepare
herself,
just as she finished reading the instructions, could not be a
coincidence.
She was being watched, and involuntarily turned to look into the camera.
Blushing, she turned back to face the wall, still squatting on the bed.
She considered her situation. She was a clever girl, and quickly
thought
things through. There was no point in being defiant, she had seen what
happened to the girl in the video, and while she suspected that avoiding
punishment would probably be impossible, there was no point in inviting
being whipped. She decided she would follow the instructions to the
letter. There was clearly no way to escape this cell, but perhaps
opportunities might exist outside the windowless steel enclosure. It
was
best to be patient and observe, and withstand the abuse to come without
absorbing pointless additional punishment.
Taking a deep breath, she rose from the bed to start the routine,
avoiding looking at the camera, which no doubt was the eyes and ears of
the
man in the video. Indeed, the man was watching her intently, his raging
hard-on anxious for contact with the lovely girl. As she sat on the
toilet
and reached for the hose, he was amazed at her resemblance to Linda
Blair.
She could be her sister, or even a twin, except for the ten year-old
body.
It went beyond the facial appearance, it was the look in her eyes and
the
quivering lips, which reminded him strongly of the strip-search and
shower
scene in ``Born Innocent''. God, she was something, he thought, as she
inserted the nozzle and reached for the button on the wall. Look at how
calmly she's taking this, putting a foreign object in her butt without
hesitation. She was the fourth girl in this situation, and the only one
to
act this way. The others had simply wailed and screamed and pounded on
the
door for help. The Becky video did the trick, he thought, but there was
still something about the girl that made him wonder.
Crystal, aware of being watched, but alone in her cell, had been
surprised at how easy it had been to insert the nozzle, which she had
lubricated with lotion as instructed. It didn't even hurt, and felt
oddly
exciting. She noted that the little bump in her pussy (as she now
mentally
called it) was stiff and somehow inviting her touch. But she ignored
the
strange feeling and pressed the button on the wall. All of a sudden the
hose shuddered as it filled with cold water that began coursing through
the
nozzle into the bowels of the young girl. She shivered and cried out in
response as the water filled her. This was no longer interesting or
novel,
it was flat-out painful. She felt the water becoming warmer after a few
seconds, and it quickly became uncomfortably hot in her backside. She
squirmed on the seat as the water filled her, desperately wanting to
remove
the nozzle. Her hands involuntarily reached behind her, but she willed
them away from the tormenting intruder, balling them into fists in her
lap
as she gritted her teeth and withstood the invasion.
Just as she thought she could stand no more, the water turned off
with a
clunk. The pain was replaced with a strong urge to evacuate. She could
actually feel the water inside her stretching her rounded belly, and
began
a mental countdown to the speaker tone that would allow her release.
Sweat
stood out on her skin as the count reached 30 seconds, one minute, two
minutes. She twisted and turned on the toilet seat and slapped her
hands
to her head, crying and moaning, trying to ignore the insistent signals
from her bowels. Five minutes passed by her count, and just when her
tortured mind was considering disobeying the instructions, the tone
sounded
on the speaker. She quickly pulled the nozzle free and the water rushed
from her in a long, satisfying burst. Panting in relief, she flushed
the
toilet twice as the water filled the bowl. At last it was over and she
sat
on the toilet for a moment, gathering herself. She picked up the nozzle
and cleaned the end with a tissue, realizing with a start that she had
failed to follow the instructions, which said to clean the nozzle first,
then evacuate. Would she be punished for this small violation of the
rules? She remembered the image of the girl in the video violently
jerking
in her restraints as the man flailed her bottom.
There was nothing she could do about it now, she realized, and got up
off the seat to fetch the squeeze bottle and the soap solution from the
wall shelf at the far end of the room. She filled the bottle with water
and the solution as instructed, and once again invaded her rectum and
squeezed as much of the soapy water into her as she could. This wasn't
nearly as bad as the water from the hose, and once again she felt a
sensation in her pussy that was not recognizable to her. She was not
ignorant of the world of sex, and knew that other girls in the group
home
played games that involved the parts between their legs, but it held no
interest for Crystal until now. She remembered the instructions, and
counted off the twenty leg squats as instructed. She supposed they were
to
agitate the soapy solution in her bottom, but her attention was again
drawn
to her pussy, which was now softly throbbing from the activity. She
felt
like rubbing the feeling away, but she realized with a start it was time
for the hose and the nozzle again. There was nothing exciting about the
procedure she now began again for the second time, it was torture.
As she sat on the toilet with the hot water inside, she realized
counting time was stupid of her. It was better to try and turn off her
thoughts to withstand the experience, but she couldn't help trying to
count
the five minutes away, which were now endless. Again, she twisted and
squirmed on the toilet seat, and now cries of pain came freely as she
beat
her feet on the floor and pulled her hair with her hands. Again, just
as
her thoughts turned to ignoring the consequences of waiting for the
signal,
the tone sounded in the speaker and she pulled the nozzle free. This
time
she had the presence of mind to clean the nozzle quickly before draining
her bowels. The man watched his monitor screen, and a grin of
admiration
crossed his face as he recognized her decision. This girl was indeed
amazing. Should he punish her for failing to clean the nozzle first in
the
initial procedure? He decided not to, it wasn't fair somehow, not that
playing fair mattered. But he admired the girl's self restraint, and
decided that only a real violation of the rules would result in the
caning.
That would be the game, to come up with commands that she would hesitate
to
fulfill, to push her to the punishment by her own actions. He stroked
his
cock as he watched the girl perform the final rinse of her bowels,
enjoying
her reaction to the waiting period as she howled and moaned in pain,
flailing her arms and legs and whipping her hair back and forth, tears
streaming from her eyes, which were squeezed shut as she grimaced.
Crystal shuddered in relief as the final tone sounded from the
speaker,
and after cleaning herself she sat on the toilet for a time, breathing
deeply. After a minute she started to shower, as instructed. As she
soaped her body and hair, she remembered the instructions to clean all
parts of her body carefully. Her hand reached between her legs and she
soaped her pussy lips and inner parts a little longer than necessary,
enjoying the feeling of rubbing herself there. It felt good, and she
realized that she wanted to touch herself more, but she had business to
consider. She still had to dry her hair without the benefit of a hair
dryer, and if she was not finished before the hour was up, she knew the
consequences. Working quickly she rinsed and stepped from the shower,
wrapping her hair in a towel and drying her body. She remembered the
lotion instructions, and reached for the bottle she had used to
lubricate
the nozzle.
She squirted a small amount in her hand and rubbed it on her arm.
The
man watching her on the monitor laughed out loud as she licked her arm.
Look at that! She had remembered the instructions and was actually
carrying out experiments on herself to see what quantity of lotion could
be
tasted on her skin. This girl was incredible. He thought of all the
sex
acts she would be required to perform. The other girls had eventually
done
anything commanded without hesitation, but only after repeated
punishment.
The mental control of the young girl was remarkable. It was after all
only
an hour since she woke up in the cell, naked and sore from her capture
and
hymen removal. He watched as she applied the lotion to all parts of her
body, just as instructed, even the bottoms of her feet. He laughed
again
as she struggled to reach her upper back, but he also noticed that her
hands lingered just a moment or two longer than necessary as she had
given
attention to the puffy lips of her hairless cunt. That was interesting,
was she sexually excited? The other girls eventually realized pleasure
from the daily rapes and other activities they had been subjected to,
but
never voluntarily. He had played games, like commanding them to cum
within
a certain time limit or be punished. This girl was promising to be
special
indeed, and he considered how to deal with her, the time growing short
before the hour was up.
Crystal now sat on the bidet, facing the wall, and turned on the
stream,
jerking back as the cold water hit her crotch. She adjusted the
temperature and moved forward, washing her cunt folds in the stream as
instructed, even though they were already clean from the shower. She
then
turned her attention to her hair, rubbing it through a couple of towels
and
using her fingers as best she could to comb it through. There was no
brush
or any other object in her cell, aside from the soft child's toothbrush
with the flexible handle she had used to clean her teeth, but she knew
she
must be as attractive as possible for the man, who was surely due soon.
Finally she decided she was as prepared as possible and sat on the bed
to
wait. Feelings of despair returned as the distraction of the physical
activity faded, and she pouted and sobbed quietly as she waited for the
door to open.
7. Introductions
The man watched her sitting on the bed, and resisted going downstairs
to
the pleasure room he had built. Let her sit for a bit and wait, he
thought, wanting to see her reactions. He smiled as she starting to
cry;
she's strong, he thought, but still a little girl. He anticipated her
tears as he thought of the various ways he would abuse the girl shortly.
She must be starving by this time, it had been three days since she was
bundled up, moved to an airport in the back of a rented van and placed
in
the special holding area underneath the rear seats of his plane. He was
careful to capture his girls in a city far from his home, as he intended
to
release them eventually when they grew too old. He enjoyed reading
snuff
stories involving girls on the internet, but it wasn't his thing. Sex
and
abuse he enjoyed, but he liked the girls too much to kill them. He was
unconcerned with being identified by the girls. He was wealthy, and
lived
alone far from the city, rarely going out. The girls had no clue where
they really were, and he assumed the police would believe the kidnapper
was
a local man. In any case, he had never read or heard anything in the
national press concerning the three girls that had been his guests so
far.
Perhaps the mental conditioning he imposed on them during their stay had
some effect.
He had prepared some food for her, if she was good, a couple of
sandwiches, and a can of dog food if she was bad, but a new thought
occurred; let her really salivate, that will be fun. Laughing, he
dressed
quickly and drove to a Burger King at a truck stop several miles away
from
his compound.
To Crystal the time seemed endless as she waited for the door to
open,
but finally it did and the man stepped in. Quickly she got to her feet,
and keeping her eyes down, she moved past the man to stand outside the
door, keeping her hands at her side. She remembered to open her legs
slightly as the instructions suggested. The man marveled again at her
self
control. She hadn't even raised her eyes to glance at him! The
punishment
video clearly was extremely effective. He replaced the used towels and
threw them in a hamper outside, and went back in the room to strip the
small bed.
Crystal heard the sheets rustling inside her cell, and took the
opportunity to quickly look up and scan her surroundings. She was in a
large room without windows, with white walls. She could hear the whir
of
air passing through ventilation ducts and guessed she was underground.
She
realized that her cell was a partition of the larger room, tucked into
one
corner. To her right she saw that the cell door was thick, heavy steel,
with several rods retracted into the edge as locks, like on a heavy
safe.
Beyond the door she saw a small kitchen setup arrayed on the short wall
between the cell and another door in the far wall. She noted briefly
the
counter, sink, cupboards, microwave oven, stove top and refrigerator.
She
quickly scanned the door to the larger room, which had a keypad next to
the
handle. Clearly the door required a combination to open. She wondered
if
there was any chance the door was open, and briefly considered running
to
it to check, but that was foolish, she knew.
To her left she saw a carpeted area, with a king bed, a reclining
chair,
and a large couch at the end of the bed facing a projection television
and
a rack with various video and audio equipment. She had imagined that a
medieval torture chamber lay outside her door, and this domestic
arrangement was a relief. Her view of the rest of the room to her left
was
partially blocked by the walls of her cell, but she imagined the place
where the girl on the video had been whipped must be around the corner.
She could just make out the end of what appeared to be a treadmill and a
weight lifting station.
Her attention quickly returned to the objects immediately in front of
her, a circular table with two wooden chairs. But what sat on the table
filled her senses; a sack from Burger King, with the unmistakable aroma
of
burgers and fries. Her stomach growled as she cast her eyes down,
hearing
the man throwing the sheets outside the door, whistling softly to
himself
as he worked. So far he had not spoken a single word to her.
So she was startled as he came up next to her and spoke in her ear,
``hello Crystal, are you hungry?'' She remembered the reply, ``yes
sir.''
The man again smiled in appreciation at her control, as he ran his hands
through her hair and down the small of her back to her lush bottom. As
he
squeezed the cheeks, his cock sprang to attention through the front of
his
robe brushing against her side. Her hands twitched just the slightest
bit,
but remained still at her side as he probed her anal opening. He
slipped
his finger inside, and her bottom tensed up briefly and then relaxed.
He
smiled again, thinking maybe she had remembered his instructions to
Becky
to relax her bottom. What a mind this girl possessed, to recall such a
detail at a time like this! ``Let's see how you did,'' he said as he
withdrew the finger and sniffed it. There was only the slightest scent
of
soap. He loved to see the girls pee as they were whipped, but he was
not
interested in smelly shit, and was a fanatic about cleanliness when he
anally raped his captives. ``Very good,'' he said, as he moved his hand
over her tummy and chest.
He lingered to feel the budding pink nipples and pulled at her breast
flesh. There was just enough to squeeze together, and the girl rose on
her
toes and gasped as he tugged on her tiny breasts, if you could call them
that. The nipples were perfect, puffies they would be called, he
thought.
They were small bulbs of flesh topped by the markings of a nipple, but
the
skin was smooth and only crinkled slightly as he squeezed and rubbed the
tender buds. He moved his hands down to her belly again and
appreciatively
fondled the soft flesh there before cupping her cunt in one hand, as his
other moved behind her again to mold the butt cheeks. He was thrilled
to
see that her clitoris responded to the touch, stiffening under his
fingers
as he following the outlines of her perfect inner lips. One girl he
captured had too much flesh there, and he had to cut some away to his
liking, but this girl's cunt was refined and elegant. He squatted in
front
of her to match her height and rubbed the head of his cock in her pussy,
running the tip over her clit and pressing into it. All the while the
girl
stood as instructed, with her eyes cast down and her hands at her side,
a
single tear escaping to run down her round cheek. He caught the tear
with
his finger and enjoyed its salty taste.
``I think I better check your operation before we move on, spread
your
legs wider,'' and Crystal responded quickly. She had suffered the
administrations of the man in silence, and despaired when he pressed his
red swollen member between her legs. She thought she was going to be
raped
then and there, and was relieved when she received the instruction. She
moved her feet to the side and opened herself to the man as he kneeled
on
the floor in front of her and spread her pussy lips aside, peering into
her
opening at the cotton he had placed there. He got up and went to the
kitchen area, and returned with a bottle and some gauze material in blue
paper. He reached into her and pulled the plug out, and Crystal
squealed
and grasped her legs with her hands, but quickly regained her composure.
Her pussy burned with pain from the rude way he had pulled the cotton
from
the wounded area. She heard the man chuckling at her discomfort.
``Can't
take her medicine, eh? Stand still.'' The instruction was unnecessary,
as
Crystal had no intention of inviting punishment by moving.
The man examined the area inside where the hymen had been cut out,
and
noted with satisfaction that the wound was healing well, without any
sign
of infection. He tore off a small bit of cotton and soaked it in
alcohol,
quickly inserting it and tucking in the loose bits to repack the area.
The
girl hissed and balled up her hands at the feel of the alcohol on the
raw
flesh, but again relaxed and loosened at her side. Tears flowed freely
from her eyes, which were now squeezed shut, and he wiped them with
tissue,
folded in the used gauze and threw both into the garbage as she stood
and
waited. ``Sit down,'' he said, and she moved to the kitchen table in
front
of the Burger King bag. He chuckled at her choice of seats. He hadn't
told her where to sit of course, he could have meant on the floor. Her
attention was clearly focused on the warm food in the bag.
He moved to the other chair and sat at the table across from her.
``Before we begin, you probably have some questions for me, and I
imagine
you wonder what will happen to you in the end. You know why you are
here?'' She regarded that as a question and again said ``yes sir.''
``Good,'' he said, ``very good. You are a very smart girl, I can tell.
Well, you may not believe this, but after I'm through with you I intend
to
let you go, relatively unharmed. Until that time you will be my slave,
and
will do whatever I say without hesitation, is that understood?'' Again
she
replied, ``yes sir.'' ``That's fine,'' the man said, ``then come over
here
and suck my cock.''
Crystal hesitated only the briefest of instances before getting up
and
kneeling before the man, who had moved his chair away from the table.
Suck
his cock? She considered the term he used for his member, which was
unfamiliar to her. What did he mean suck it? She had steeled herself,
as
she waited on the edge of the bed for the door to open, to react quickly
to
any command he would give. She guessed the man would look for any
opportunity to strap her to the wall and hit her with the thin bamboo
cane,
and there was no point in trying to resist. She knew that after the
caning
was over she would be right back in the same situation, but after living
through the intense pain of the whipping that she could only imagine.
So
she knelt and placed her lips over his penis and sucked on it like a
straw.
Unbelievable, the man thought as she placed his cock between her
lips.
How could she possess the self control to move so quickly? He was sure
she
would hesitate, and had anticipated the fun of grabbing her and pulling
her
over to the restraints as she wailed and pleaded and promised to obey.
But
here she was sucking him for all she was worth, although she hadn't the
slightest idea how to go about it. He held her soft hair in his hands
and
instructed the girl. ``Take it in further, as far as you can, and run
your
tongue back and forth over the shaft.'' He wasn't a large man, and the
girl
easily took the entire length into her mouth, her lips pressed against
his
pubic hair. ``Now move your head in and out,'' he said, guiding her
head
with his hands, ``keep sucking on it gently.'' The girl was a quick
study
and soon had her mouth in full motion, back and forth over his cock as
her
tongue worked around the shaft and sucking sounds escaped her lips.
``Now
cradle my balls in your hands, very gently,'' he said, and the girl
complied after hesitating briefly. She had to connect to word ``balls''
to
his testicles, and was not familiar enough with the term to do so
immediately.
Crystal was in shock as she felt the hard flesh of the man invade her
mouth. Balls, she thought, well, they do feel round, as her fingers
lifted
and cupped than man's sack. She was disgusted by the feel of his hairy
sex
parts in her little hands, but showed no outward sign. The man's hands
were now grabbing her hair as he moved her head back and forth. She
could
feel him tense up and start to breathe quickly. She knew that men
squirted
sperm from their things, and what it was for; did he intend to squirt it
into her mouth? Would it be like pee? Did pee come out with the sperm?
The ten year-old had no clue of such matters, aside from the vaguest
hints
and suggestions of her friends. There was no choice but to continue,
and
she turned her mind to the task.
The man had no intention of cumming so quickly, but this was
unexpected.
Her reaction to his command was beyond anything he had imagined, and the
pent-up desire was too much. He was beyond the point of return, so he
quickly instructed the girl as she pumped her head in his lap. ``I'm
going
to cum now, that means I'm going to ejaculate white stuff into your
mouth.
You will keep sucking until I tell you to stop and you will swallow
every
drop. If one drop of cum escapes your lips you will be punished.'' The
girl slowed down slightly as he spoke, and then resumed her pace as he
held
her head by her hair and flexed his hips upwards. ``Ahhh, ahhh, ungh!''
he
cried as the first gout of cum spurted into her mouth, and several long
spurts followed as he thrust-fucked the girls lips. God! It was almost
more sensation than he could take, but he noted the girl did not react
to
the treatment aside from squeezing her eyes shut. He could feel her
swallowing as the last few drops were sucked from his cock. He held her
head still and instructed her to suck gently as he sat back in the
afterglow of the explosion.
That was about as good as it gets, he thought. Again he admired the
control the girl possessed, to give ultimate head for the first time in
her
life, without hesitation or reserve. He looked forward to the first
opportunity to whip the child, to see her reaction to the reality of
what
she was fighting so hard to avoid. But for now, he felt warm towards
the
girl, and decided to let her have the food. She had after all performed
exactly as required in nearly all aspects, and deserved the reward.
``You
may now sit back down and eat the contents of the bag in front of you.''
The girl rose from her knees, quivering slightly as the blood returned
to
her lower limbs, and moved to the other chair. Still not looking at his
face, she opened the bag and proceeded to devour the two cheeseburgers
and
fries, now cold, but ambrosia to the starving girl. He filled a glass
with
water and set in on the table in front of her as he considered the next
move. He still intended to fuck her ass, but it would be awhile until
he
recovered sufficiently. What games shall we play, he thought.
8. Games
Crystal was in crisis as the man's cock (as she now called it in her
head) spurted into her mouth as he pulled on her hair and smashed his
fat
belly into her face. She couldn't breathe and the cum made her gag, but
she had the will to do as she was told and began to swallow the liquid.
Gradually he slowed down and relaxed into the chair, and she could
breathe
through her nose again. It turned out the sperm didn't have any
particular
taste, and the sick feeling passed as she lightly sucked on his cock as
he
demanded, her hands still cradling the man's balls, as she mentally
assigned yet another new word. She considered that she had the man's
equipment in her control briefly. What if she smashed his balls in her
hands and bit the cock? Could she force him to open the door and
escape?
Logic told her that the man wouldn't place himself in this position if
he
couldn't overcome her, and she calculated the result for her if she
failed.
No, she thought, wait until he does something careless, though she
couldn't
imagine what he could do that would allow her to know the combination of
the keypad on the door.
She considered these matters as she later ate the fast food,
gratefully
stuffing the cold cheeseburgers into her mouth and drinking from the
water
he brought. He was sitting across from her now, half naked in his robe,
his belly distended as he seemed to be pondering her fate. She avoided
looking at his face. Maybe if I don't see his face he'll let me go, she
thought. If I can recognize him he might have to kill me. She didn't
put
much faith in the man's words about setting her free.
The man relaxed in the chair and considered the next act. He had
plenty
of time to enjoy the young girl's ass before her body filled it with
waste.
She was empty aside from the new contents of her stomach, watching her
as
she finished the last stubs of the fries. Maybe it was time for some
posing, he needed some pictures of her for the fellow deviants he
secretly
corresponded with. He was proud of this one, with her unique face and
perfect nubile pre-teen body. Some men liked their children thin and
flat,
but he had always enjoyed the chubby girls from the pictures he picked
up
on the net. This girl was far from fat, he would say pleasingly plump.
Pneumatic was a good phrase for her fleshy thighs and belly. The cunt
was
completely bare, and swelled out slightly, looking somehow lewd. The
puffy
beginnings of her small budding breasts were an added bonus for a girl
this
undeveloped, and her ass was perfection. To him she was more desirable
than any Playboy centerfold or supermodel.
``All done?'' he said. She returned the ``yes sir'' as usual, hands
now
folded in her lap. ``Then let's take some pictures, would you like
that?''
``Yes sir,'' said the girl, without much enthusiasm of course. The man
walked over to the cupboards and pulled out a digital camera. ``Move
over
to the bed then, and sit on it facing me.'' The girl did as she was
asked.
He took some lingerie from a drawer that he had tried on her while she
was
unconscious, and knew fit her well. He selected a black garter belt and
hose from the selection first. Any girl looked her best in such attire,
he
figured. ``Put these on,'' he said as he tossed them in her lap. The
girl
struggled with the fine hose, and the man had to help her with the
garter
clips, since it was clear she had no idea how they were attached. She
stood next to the bed with her bald cunt framed by the lingerie, and his
cock began to stir again in desire as he played with her cunt lips. She
was a vision, demure and sexy at the same time, as he chuckled,
remembering
that description from a movie someplace.
He took a few pictures as she stood, and then asked her to look into
the
camera. It was the first time the girl had raised her eyes to him, and
he
could tell she didn't want to do it. He knew why, and her eyes jumped
as
he told her again not to worry, that if she was good she would leave
here
unharmed someday, and it didn't matter if she could recognize his face.
She probably didn't believe that, he thought, but he also didn't care.
In
any case, the pictures were fabulous. It was all written in her face,
her
despair at her situation. Her eyes were a little puffy from crying and
her
lips pouted, and again he remembered the strip search scene from the
Linda
Blair movie, and how much she resembled the actress at that age.
He ordered her to kneel on the bed, and he took some shots of her ass
sticking in the air, and some closeups of her cheeks and pussy lips, as
they stuck out from behind. He moved her legs apart and took a couple
of
shots of her opening with the gauze plug visible. What will they think
of
that, he chuckled, considering what other viewers of the pictures would
see. He then had her lie on the bed on her tummy, and forced her to
raise
her trunk on her hands with her head facing the wall, her tousled hair
streaming over her shoulders and arms. It was a perfect position for a
session with a tawse or a riding crop across the girl's ass and thighs,
with her legs stretched straight out behind her in the silky black hose.
He moved over to the end of the bed and took a couple of shots from
behind,
kneeling on the couch. Now his cock was back at attention again, and he
thought of leaping onto the bed and suddenly impaling her ass while she
was
in this position.
Instead he put the camera aside and kneeled on the bed next to her,
lightly spanking her cheeks, enjoying the sight of them recoiling from
the
hits and quivering. He ran his hands underneath her and tweaked her
clit,
which was erect, he noticed. He again pulled and pinched her little
puffy
nipples until she was squirming in discomfort. He straddled her legs
and
placed his cock between her bottom halves, sliding back and forth, using
his hands to make a vagina out of her cheeks. He was nearly ready to
penetrate her virgin asshole, but he had plans to get it ready first.
Leaving her in position, arms quivering from holding the pose, he moved
off
the bed to get some equipment prepared.
Crystal's arms ached from holding her upper torso off the bed while
the
man paddled her ass. It didn't hurt too much, and it was obvious she
wasn't being punished. The man was just playing with her, she figured.
She almost moaned when he reached underneath her to play with her pussy.
That part of her body had become the focus of her attention during the
time
he dressed her in the hose and belt, as he tweaked and played with her.
It
was like the body temperature of the area had risen, and she felt
compelled
to do just what the man was doing to her now, rubbing the nub at the top
of
her pussy lips. She was ashamed at this feeling somehow, but she
couldn't
help that it felt good, more than good, undescribable. She wondered if
he
had noticed her condition, and cooled off somewhat at the thought,
embarrassed by showing these feelings to her captor. In any case, his
rude
treatment of her nipples cut off such thoughts as she squirmed to hold
still while he deliberately caused her pain by tugging on the tender
buds.
The thoughts returned as he pumped her ass cheeks, like the whipped girl
in
the video. The feeling of his hard, warm organ between her cheeks was
far
from unpleasant, and she began to pant very softly.
Finally he quit, and left her alone on the bed, while he rummaged
behind
her near the wall area, where indeed she had noted the four loops
attached
to the wall, the mini-bidet in the middle, and especially the cane and
girdle hanging from a hook. She avoided looking that way, but she heard
him setting up some sort of stand on the floor, as he fiddled with knobs
and sliding metal tubes. What now, she thought. He came over to the
bed
and pulled her to her feet, which was a relief to her arms, and she
found
herself looking down at an obscene appliance. It was a black plastic
phallus, glistening with lubricant, attached to the top of what appeared
to
be a microphone stand, only it was adjusted to be just about at the
level
of her waist. She knew instantly what was to come next.
The man settled back in the reclining chair next to the bed and
stroked
his stiff cock while watching her contemplating the stand. He could see
she understood the purpose of the vertical member. ``Impale your ass on
the vibrator,'' he said. She hesitated again for only the briefest of
seconds before she walked over to the stand and started to consider how
she
was supposed to accomplish this feat. The bottom of the black plastic
vibrator was held in a clamp that was about four inches below the level
of
her bottom passage, while the tip was about four inches above. She had
to
flex up on her toes to gain the height needed to place the tip near her
hole.
Crystal struggled with indecision as she tried to line up her ass
with
the object, straining on her toes. It would be helpful if she could
reach
underneath with her hands to guide the object into her, but had he
allowed
her to do so? She decided that since he hadn't said anything, she was
free
to accomplish the task any way she could. She reached back tentatively
to
grasp the slippery plastic object, and she noted that the man remained
relaxed in the chair, stroking his member, which had now grown fully
erect
again, after becoming small and soft after she had sucked it dry. She
supposed that was the next object to enter her bottom, but meanwhile she
was having difficulty getting the tip of the object past her rosebud,
which
seemed bent on denying passage of this unnatural invader.
She hadn't had any trouble with the enema nozzle, but this was much
bigger. It was like her asshole had eyes, and was saying no to the size
of
the dildo. She got the tip lined up with the opening, she could feel
that,
but when she tried to sink down on the shaft, her ass refused to open,
even
though it was slick with some sort of lotion. She concentrated on
clearing
her mind while she relaxed her toes, allowing gravity to force her body
onto the object. But all that resulted was a sharp spike of pain, and
she
hissed and flexed back up on her toes.
``Hurry up!'' the man said, as he noticed her response. This was
excellent, the girl was clearly in distress. Why she was unable to
insert
the vibrator he didn't know. His finger had easily slipped into her ass
just a short while ago, and while the shaft of the vibrator was vastly
larger, she wasn't even able to get the tip past her rectum muscle.
This
was getting very interesting, a possible punishment situation was
developing. She squirmed on her toes and tried to thrust herself on the
spike again, with the same results, looking smashingly sexy in the hose
and
garter belt. ``NOW!'' he yelled, and she cried back ``I can't!!'' Shock
filled her eyes as she realized the magnitude of her error. She had
refused a command and had spoken out of turn. Her mind raced to find a
way
out, but it was too late. The man had risen from the chair and was
pulling
her towards the whipping area.
9. Punishment
Crystal had the presence of mind not to protest, as she remembered
the
result to the girl named Becky in the video, but she couldn't help
sobbing
and crying as her whole body shook in fear. Somehow she knew that the
man
wanted any excuse to whip her again and again, and she allowed her left
and
then her right wrist to be clamped in what she now saw was a leather
band
with a buckle, fixed to a metal ring bolted to the wall. She observed
the
details almost clinically, as she could now see below her the inside of
the
porcelain basin for the first time, sticking between her legs as the man
was rolling the stockings down, pausing to stroke her full thighs.
After
un-clipping the garter belt, he moved to her ankles which were then
wrapped
in the leather restraints. The basin was like a small bidet, she noted,
with a drain and a water nozzle above to rinse it clean. It was to
allow
her to pee freely while clamped to the wall, she remembered.
Now the man was placing the leather bit between her teeth, a wide pad
attached to straps he wrapped around her neck and buckled tight. She
could
bite into the soft, thick leather and not hurt her teeth, as he whipped
her
ass. The first girl he had whipped had crushed two teeth as she gritted
in
pain, and he had to remove them and replace them with caps to avoid her
looking like a toothless hag. He had a full set of dental equipment
available to him, and books on how to use them, as it was necessary to
administer to the girls if he was going to keep them very long. Filling
the occasional cavity was enjoyable, especially as he had neglected to
obtain any pain killer. He found that the girls became fanatic about
cleaning their teeth after the first session in the dental chair in the
basement room outside the pleasure cell. He also had an operating
table,
and believed he was capable of removing an appendix, if necessary. The
outside room was a buffer area, as if ever a girl somehow managed to
escape
this room, she would find herself trapped in another, with a door Fort
Knox
would boast of.
He went to the kitchen and removed the inflatable butt plug from a
drawer, using hand lotion to lubricate the tip. He walked back around
the
corner of the girl's cell and paused to admire her quivering form
strapped
to the end wall. This was going to be priceless, he thought, and
grabbed
the camera to take a few shots from various angles. Oddly enough the
butt
plug went in easily as he twisted it into her ass. Why had it been so
difficult for her to take the dildo, he wondered again. He pumped up
the
plug to seal her ass, and removed the hose fitting from the end. He
wasn't
concerned with her shitting herself, as there was nothing inside her
bowels
at the moment, but he enjoyed the routine anyway.
He strapped the girdle to the young girl's ass, which was nearly too
large for the cups that had formed in the material from being strapped
so
many times to the bottoms of his victims. The bottom of the garment
terminated in two straps which circled her thighs. Two more straps
together descended from the back of the waist belt, running between the
ass
cheeks, where they divided to run outside her cunt lips, then up across
her
tummy to intersect with the belly band at the top. When tightened, the
garment molded the girl's ass as tight as a snare drum, and he enjoyed
the
feeling of cupping her bottom through the material. The lips of her
pussy
were smashed together by the straps, and her neat inner ridges were
pushed
out in a bulge which he squeezed between his thumb and finger and then
prodded with his cock. The pee basin jutted out from the wall between
her
legs, and he could see she was positioned perfectly above the drain,
where
her stream would soon be jetting. No girl had ever been able to
withstand
the pain enough to control her bladder.
He had seen women being caned before in videos, bare skinned, but the
strokes administered in those consensual sessions bore no relationship
to
what he would inflict on the twitching girl. The garment allowed him to
put his full strength into the long, thin cane. Although middle aged
and
growing flabby, his arms were still strong from years of exercise. He
could kill with the cane, and without the girdle in place, the girl's
ass
would be shredded to the bone by the thin rod if it split. Even if she
wasn't cut, the welts would leave permanent scars.
He moved back to admire her pose, and took a couple more pictures.
It
was time. He picked up the cane from the hook and swished it through
the
air a few times. He could tell by the snap of the girl's head that she
recognized the significance of these sounds. Her hands gripped the
leather
straps attaching her wrists to the wall, and he could see her tensing
her
butt cheeks for the stroke. That was a mistake, as she should know. It
would be better for her to keep her cheeks slack, so they could cushion
the
blows, rather than allow her muscles to present a harder surface for the
bamboo rod to bite into. He heard the tinkle of her urine stream in the
basin as she lost control, and he picked that moment to strike.
Crracck!!
The cane whistled through the air and plowed a furrow in the
fabric-covered
cheeks of the girl. Her reaction was electric as every muscle in her
body
came alive straining against the bonds. Her hair whipped back and forth
across her back as a thin hiss from her mouth developed into a
full-throated scream, muffled by the gag. He moved over to feel her
wounded ass, and pulled the hair from her face. Tears were streaming
down
her cheeks and her eyes bulged in fear. He could hear her pee splashing
in
the basin as she cleared her bladder. ``Four more,'' he whispered in
her
ear, almost tenderly. Her eyes did not respond, as she was lost in a
world
of pain.
Crystal heard the words, but she hardly needed a count. The first
stroke was the most painful moment of her young life and she wondered in
some inner recess of her mind if she could live through such an intense
experience. Her bottom had leaped instantly into flame, which only now
was
easing just a little as she fell back from the restraints, her body
collapsing from being tensed up from the blow. Every part of her body
seemed to ache, but nothing was like the pain in her backside, which
felt
like hot brands were being burned into the flesh. Her scream faded into
a
long groan as the man ran his hands over her punished bottom. She could
hear as if in the distance her pee hitting the bowl below, but she had
no
will over her bladder.
He stepped back and applied two quick strokes to her bottom, counting
``two, three,'' with a grunt as he applied as much force as possible
into
the blows. Again the girl leaped and twisted in the restraints as she
screamed, gulped for air and then screamed again, dissolving in yelps
and
moans as she collapsed in the restraints. She hadn't been ready for
these
blows, and her bottom had been flaccid when the first stroke landed, but
had quickly tensed to accept the second hit which followed in quick
succession. Apparently the difference in the level of pain must have
registered in the young girl's mind, as the man could see her clenching
and
relaxing her cheeks as if she sought to keep them soft for the next
blow.
He again admired her control, as he knew she was in no condition to
think
anything through in her present pitiful state, as she quivered and
moaned
and peed out the last of what remained, her body shiny with fear sweat.
He
timed the fourth blow to try and hit her cheeks while they were tensed,
and
succeeded in again blasting all self restraint out the girl as she
whipped
her back with her hair, her feet twisting on the floor in a dance of
pain.
Crystal was frantic at this point, as she could hardly breathe
through
her clenched teeth sunk into the leather pad. Her sinuses had filled
with
fluid and she was able to take only quick snatches of air between her
lips
before her lungs rejected the offering in order to form the screams and
moans that issued from her throat. Nothing she had imagined during the
time she prepared for the man matched the experience of the whipping.
She
would have gladly cut off an arm to avoid the fifth blow she knew was
coming. If he offered death she would take it rather than the cane
stroke.
She realized time had passed since the fourth hit, and she tried to
concentrate on relaxing her bottom, but it was impossible. It felt like
a
blow torch was turned onto her cheeks and she pressed into the wall as
if
to distance her bottom from the nonexistent flame, unfortunately tensing
her bottom again for the fifth stroke, which soon landed. She knew no
more
and collapsed unconscious in the restraints.
10. More games
Crystal awoke still hanging on the punishment wall with something
sharp
in her nostrils. Her eyes watered and gradually a small jar came into
focus that was being held underneath her nose. She choked and came
awake,
finding her feet underneath her as she turned away from the jar. ``Good
morning sleepy head,'' the man said, though it had only been a few
minutes
since she passed out. She felt her bottom burning, but not near so bad
as
before. The circulation in her hands had been restricted while she
hanged
in the wrist restraints, and she flexed to wake them up, feeling pins
and
needles. She noted that sensations from the rest of her body could be
felt
now, as the heat in her behind quickly subsided. She snuffled her nose,
and waited to be released from the bonds. She could feel the man
loosening
the straps of the garment below, pausing to stroke the flesh between her
legs again.
The man removed the girdle at last, leaving red marks where the
straps
bit. He uncovered her ass, and heard her breath whistle as the air
reached
the skin. As usual, the whipping had left remarkably little damage.
Five
intersecting bands of red crossed her cheeks, where the rod had struck
on
the thick fabric, but they faded as he watched. Her body's mechanisms,
realizing that there was no damage to fix, was withdrawing the troops to
their normal duties, and the blood flowed out of her bottom tissues.
Her
cheeks would burn for awhile, but rarely did the whipping create lasting
bruises. Occasionally the tip of the rod would bite a red spot that
would
turn purple for a few days, but he had learned to lay the rod against
the
cheeks as he delivered strokes, making sure the tip did not contact the
fabric. He could see the girl was recovering rapidly, composing herself
again, as he cupped her buttocks in his hands and squeezed lightly.
As he removed the restraints, her hands folded in front of her and
she
rubbed her wrists briefly, before returning them to her side. He
removed
the leather bit from her mouth, noting the tooth marks in the pad. She
had
obviously bit the gag hard in her agony. The girl's face was a mess,
red
and puffy from crying, and her eyes were just slits. Nasal discharge
oozed
from her nose down her upper lip, and saliva coated her chin. Her hair
was
matted against her forehead and her body was coated in sweat. A few
drops
of pee dripped from the lips of her pussy onto her thighs. He pressed
the
air release and removed the butt plug with a small pop from her bumhole.
``Go into your room and shower again,'' he instructed. He followed
her
into the room and watched her adjust the water spray and step into the
stall. He went back to the kitchen and removed a hair dryer with a long
extension cord from one of the drawers. There were no outlets in her
cell,
so the power cord had to reach from the kitchen area. He picked up a
couple of fresh towels and walked back to watch the girl finishing her
shower through the glass door of the stall while he smiled at what would
occur shortly.
She stepped out of the shower and he tossed a towel to her. ``Dry
yourself off, and use the hair dryer,'' which he had laid on the bed.
The
usual ``yes sir'' came, and as she started to dry he left to prepare for
her performance. He came back a few minutes later as she was running
the
dryer through her hair, which was falling from her head as she bent
over.
He sat on the bed and fondled her red cheeks while she worked. When her
hair had dried sufficiently, he handed her a hair brush, which she
gratefully accepted without comment and ran through her hair, arranging
it
in waves over her shoulders. Even little girls fresh from torture are
vain
about their hair, and the girl set about making herself more beautiful
without pausing to consider who would appreciate her efforts.
When the man thought she had brushed and polished the hair enough, he
told her to stop and took the brush from her hands, returning it and the
hair dryer to the drawer outside as she stood and waited. He then took
her
by the arm and led her outside, to the left down the outside cell wall
back
to the bed area and up to the dildo on the stand which he had freshly
lubricated. ``Impale your ass on the vibrator,'' he repeated, laughing
as
he fell back into the reclining chair. He moved his robe aside to grasp
his cock, smiling at the girl, and she replied ``yes sir'' in a near
mumble.
Crystal realized grimly that her prediction was correct. Here she
was,
right back in the same situation, with only the horrible experience of
the
whipping as compensation for the delay. She was determined not to cause
a
repeat performance, and quickly moved over the black plastic probe,
lifting
herself on her toes, and positioning the tip in her butthole. She was
angry at her body for betraying her, and paid no attention to the
signals
being transmitted from her ass as it protested being shoved down on the
ever-widening object as it forced entry past her tight sphincter. She
gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, giving a little cry as
about
three inches of the dildo slipped up her canal. Her ass gripped the
post
tightly as she hovered on her toes, and then gradually relaxed as she
found
herself on her feet with four inches of the slick shaft in her ass.
``All
the way down,'' the man said, and she didn't hesitate to flex her knees
and
drive herself further on the spike. It was easier now, but the pain of
the
entry was replaced by the uncomfortable feeling from her insides as too
much black plastic straightened her colon. She hesitated briefly and
then
sank onto the dildo all the way down until she could feel the clamping
hardware contact the flesh between her legs.
The man rose from the chair, and reached underneath her to turn a
switch
on the base of the vibrator, and it began to hum as he settled back in
the
chair. ``Now pump your ass up and down, all the way up until the tip is
just inside, and then all the way back down again.'' She complied, at
first
in jerky motions, half way up until her knees were straight, then a
pause
and up on her toes, then slower back down again, stopping three times as
her ass gripped and released the pole. ``Keep moving up and down,
faster,'' the man instructed. Twice she squatted and extended, five
times,
and then ten. Gradually she fell into a rhythm, and the humming black
plastic slid in and out smoothly. The sensation was odd to Crystal.
She
felt pain and humiliation, but also heat from between her legs again.
The
pain from the whipping had passed, and again she felt an urge to touch
herself inside the lips of her pussy. Thoughts of being stroked there
entered her mind, and as if by mental contact, the man was in front of
her
with his left hand following her clit up and down and his right stroking
his rigid member.
The man briefly considered punishing her again for not replying to
his
commands, but dismissed the small violation of the rules, as she had
promptly responded in action as best she could. The man had seen the
clit
rise in its hood from between her lips, saying hello to the world. He
responded to its invitation, and rubbed the nub as she moved up and down
on
the plastic intruding into her backside. ``Slow down, slower,'' he told
her, as he increased the vigor of his administrations on her sex. Her
breath was coming in gasps as she shuddered in response. He could see
she
was headed for the edge and he intended to let her go. She was nearly
motionless on the buzzing pole now, as she concentrated on pressing into
his hand. Suddenly she stifled a cry and he could feel her body buck in
what passed for a pre-teen orgasm. He saw that her legs were failing to
hold her up, as the shaft penetrated fully and the clamp bit into her
anus.
That woke her up, and she raised up and down on the pole again,
determined
to follow instructions. ``That's enough,'' he told her, ``stand next to
the bed.''
Crystal heard the instructions as if through a fog, but had the
presence
to reply this time as she removed her ass from the dildo with a sucking
sound, standing by the bed as the man wiped it off with paper towels and
proceeded to take the device apart. What had happened to her, she
wondered. She blushed from the memory of pressing herself into the man's
hand, almost losing her balance as she strained forward on her toes to
increase the contact with her pussy. Then there had been a great rush
of
feelings she had never felt before, a soft explosion of pleasure that
racked her body and left her feeling warm all over. She realized that
the
experience had left her unfulfilled in some way, and that she wanted to
rub
that place between her legs worse than ever. She was so filled with
these
thoughts that she barely noticed as the man returned with a soft rag and
cleaned her ass of the excess lubricant from the vibrator ride, or when
he
returned again wearing a single leather glove holding something in a
paper
towel.
She complied without thought, as he pulled her onto the bed and
arranged
her to sit on her haunches. The man moved behind her, with his cock
rubbing between her butt cheeks and his free hand running over her
nipples.
She closed her eyes, and this time enjoyed the treatment as his hand
moved
from one nipple to the other, softly pinching and pulling the puffy
bulbs.
This pleasant sensation was suddenly replaced by something cold and
hard,
and she glanced down to see that the man's other hand in the leather
glove
was applying a large ice cube wrapped in a paper towel to her left
nipple.
At first the sensation was merely novel, but as the man kept the ice in
contact with the puffy nipple, it quickly grew painful and then
unbearable.
Her head cleared from her afterglow and her breathing became rapid and
shallow. Her hands balled into fists and pressed into her sides and
sweat
stood out on her brow. The man's free hand was now pinching the other
nipple painfully.
The man was thoroughly enjoying the rapid change of the girl's mental
state, as he had noted the dreamy look in her eyes when he put the
equipment away and cleaned her ass. As he returned the dildo to the
drawer, his thoughts returned to her little puffy breast buds. I wonder
what it would take to make then hard, he thought. An idea occurred to
him,
and he fetched a glove from another drawer and took an ice cube from the
freezer. The girl didn't seem to notice the gloved hand as he had
arranged
her on the bed, and was clearly taking pleasure from his free hand as he
ran it over her nipples. He pressed the head of his cock between her
butt
cheeks, embracing the squatting girl from behind, and chuckled silently
as
he pressed the ice cube against the left nipple. It didn't take long
before the girl was in distress again, and he could feel her muscles
tense
and her breathing becoming rapid. Her knew her instinct would be to
move
her hands up to her breasts, and he noted how they were shaking as she
fought to control herself. This was delicious. How long could the girl
hold out, should he punish her when she moved? He decided not to,
unless
she directly disobeyed, as he was anxious to plunge into her ass now.
``Hold still!'' he ordered, and he felt her body stiffen in response.
The pain from the ice cube was clearly agony now, and she began to moan
with each breath and shake her head. He loved the feeling of her hair
brushing back and forth over his chest as he increased the grip on her
body. He grasped the right nipple in his free hand, his cock was now
squeezed harder between her cheeks as she clenched and relaxed her
bottom
in concert with her breathing. The girl began to squeal and her hands
opened and gripped her legs, as if she could lock them there. She tried
to
move her body away from the cube, but he increased the strength of the
embrace and left the ice cube firmly in contact with the nipple. She
began
pounding on her thighs with her fists and her breathing became ragged.
She
was nearly screaming now, and every muscle in her body was straining
back
and forth. He knew she was on the edge of doing something that would
require punishment, either pleading with him to stop, or trying to grab
his
gloved hand away from her nipple, which he noted was still puffy and
soft.
Apparently the flesh there lacked the ability to crinkle into a hard nub
yet. So he took the ice cube away from her nipple and plunged it into
the
top of her pussy, burying it in her lap in direct contact with the hood
covering her clitoris.
At first Crystal reacted from the change in location with relief,
taking
deep breaths and relaxing her body. Her left nipple was numb from the
assault, but the pain faded quickly. It took a few moments for her
attention to turn to her pussy, to the little nub of hard flesh there
that
was now starting to protest from contact with the ice. The man's other
hand was now circling her waist to hold her still, and she could feel
his
cock start to thrust back and forth between her bottom cheeks, which
were a
little slick from sweat. The protest from her flesh quickly rose to a
demand and then to pain and beyond. Again she tried desperately to keep
her hands still, to fight the instinct to grab the gloved hand away from
her crotch. She knew what would happen if she even spoke in protest,
and
as bad as the pain from the ice was, it paled in comparison to the fire
from the whipping that would surely follow. But her body wasn't capable
of
making such fine distinctions, and it took all her efforts to keep her
hands away from the tormenting cube, which now felt like a dozen bees
stinging her at the same time in her most delicate area.
Her body was quivering and her eyes squeezed shut from the pain,
tears
again flowing down her cheeks and dripping onto the man's arm circling
her
waist. She realized she was nearly howling like some animal as her
lungs
racked breaths from between her clenched teeth. She almost lost control
of
her bladder, but quickly turned her thoughts to that task, as she knew
peeing on the bed would not be acceptable. There were too many pressing
urges assaulting her brain, and it was all she could do to control the
various parts of her body that wanted to disobey to get away from the
terrible pain. The man apparently could feel her control start to
disintegrate, and he removed the ice from her pussy and placed it on her
right nipple. The cube was now starting to melt from the contact with
her
warm flesh, and she could feel the water dripping down her belly.
Again the relief was short lived, as within a few short moments this
new
center of pain started to make its own demands. She felt the man's cock
slip from between her cheeks and stand to stiff attention pressed
against
her lower back. His other hand had slipped between her legs and was
rubbing her cold clitoris back to life. Now the sensations were
becoming
mixed in the poor girl's head. The ice cube was no longer as cold as
when
he first pulled it from the freezer, and the pain in her right nipple
was
less than before, while the hand in her lap began to cause the now
familiar
sensations there. She was far from comfortable, but she was under
control
for the moment, turning from pain to pleasure. Suddenly the man was
moving
off the bed and she was free for the moment, wondering what was to come
next.
11. Entry
The man put the leather glove away and dropped the melting cube and
paper towel into the garbage, snickering to himself at the memory of the
girl's torture. That was fun, and did no damage at all to her flesh.
He
had enjoyed this form of torment many times before, and knew just when
to
move the cube in response to the reactions of the girl. In the freezer
was
an ice mold for a dildo, and he considered the prospects of shoving it
into
her backside, but he decided to defer little game for later. Now it was
time for his cock to enter the girl's body for the first time, and he
was
anxious for the experience.
He paused to drink some water, and took a glass over to the girl, who
accepted the gift gratefully, draining the glass quickly, spilling a few
drops down her chin. He climbed on the bed and lay down on the far side
of
the still squatting girl and spoke to her again, ``suck my cock.'' She
responded quickly, turning around on the bed and bending to the task,
and
soon his erection was sliding between her lips as she cupped his
testicles
in her left hand, while her right hand rested on the base of his penis.
He
ran his hands over the curve of her back, and squeezed the folds of her
baby-soft belly flesh, which was compressed by her posture. He cupped
her
butt cheeks in his left hand and laid back to enjoy the sensation of
being
sucked by the little girl. She had come so far in one day, he thought.
No
other girl had ever reacted this way. Usually the first couple days
involved a lot of whipping, as the captives refused to understand their
role, pleading over and over for mercy as he pulled them again and again
to
the punishment area. Usually the first anal rape was done with the
girls
bound to the bed to control them, but this beautiful creature needed no
such restraint. Again, he had to admire her control. He was already in
love with this girl, in his own way.
The girl's mouth was quickly drawing the familiar reaction from his
cock, but he didn't want to waste his second orgasm this way, though the
instinct to let his cum fly into the girl's pumping head was strong.
Her
hair was tickling his legs and belly as she worked, and he could feel
the
head of his cock beginning to swell. The feeling was intensified by the
living fantasy due to the girl's facial resemblance. He had tapes of
the
shower scene in ``Born Innocent'' and the scene from the creek in
``Sweet
Hostage'', and this experience was like the movie girl coming to life,
sucking his cock, while tears dried on her puffy cheeks. ``Stop,'' he
told
her, ``and impale your ass on my cock, facing me''. The girl caught her
breath as she raised up from his cock, wiping her lips. She briefly
hesitated as she considered how to fulfill the command, and then
straddled
his legs and began to position her bottom above his erection, reaching
back
to place the tip between her cheeks.
There was plenty of lubricant still in her ass, but the tip of his
cock
felt some pain as she tried to force it into her tight rectum, her left
hand steadying herself on the bed, and her right reaching underneath her
to
position his member. He slapped her face, and she took a quick breath,
her
eyes snapping to attention. ``Relax your bottom,'' he commanded, ``and
be
careful with the end of my cock, it's sensitive.''
The slap focused Crystal's attention to the problem again of
controlling
her unwilling asshole to save her from punishment. It was nearly
impossible to control the muscle to relax. She tried to clear her mind,
and concentrated on the memory of inserting the enema nozzle, which had
slipped easily into her bum. She placed the tip of his cock centered in
her hole, and gradually eased herself onto it, holding the stiff shaft
in
her right hand. She worked the tip in and out of her opening a little
and
then experimentally tried to lower herself again. She heard the man
draw a
quick breath as there was a brief sense of resistance, but suddenly she
realized with relief that the slope of the tip of his member was sliding
into her. She felt her ass widen as the head entered, and then snap
shut a
little as the lip passed and the narrower shaft began to pass. She
quickened her motion to take advantage of the situation, but moved too
fast, and her ass briefly gripped the shaft hard. She managed to relax
again and the cock slid further into her until she felt uncomfortably
full
as the hair of his scrotum tickled her ass cheeks. It was in, she
realized, and took a deep sighing breath, thankful for the moment at the
prospect of avoiding a whipping.
``That's it,'' he said, ``now pump and down like you did before.''
Crystal now had both hands resting on the bed, as her chest hovered over
the man's belly. He reached his hands up to stroke her hair as she
moved
up and down on his shaft. It was easier now that she had some
experience,
and after a few ragged strokes, she again fell into a rhythm. The man
propped his head up on a couple of pillows, and reached behind her to
cup
her ass cheeks, controlling her motions. Once again the sensation
turned
from pain to pleasure, and she closed her eyes to concentrate on the
feeling. She wished the man would reach underneath her again to stroke
her
pussy, and only a small part of her mind recoiled from this lewd
suggestion. A few hours ago such a thought was completely foreign to her
being. She wondered briefly if she was going insane. When she was
sucking
his cock she was no longer repelled by its appearance, and had enjoyed
the
feeling of his balls in her hand. What's wrong with me, she thought.
Even without being touched where it counted, it seemed she might find
release anyway, and her breath began to come in short gasps as her hands
clenched the bed sheets. Her ass was growing warm from the friction,
and
she could feel the man tensing his body as he thrust into her to match
her
downward motion. Suddenly she was being roughly lifted up off the cock,
and she was surprised by the man's strength. He tossed her easily onto
her
belly, and she landed with an oof! as air escaped her lungs. She felt
a
pillow being pushed under her, as her ass was raised in the air. Then
she
felt his cock exploring between her cheeks. It was clear he intended to
finish on his own terms.
The man was ready to cum, and considered finishing while the girl
strained above him. It was obvious the girl was also reaching orgasm,
as
her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened to pant. This was amazing.
But he was feeling more aggressive and wished to punish the girl a
little
more before exploding into her. So he grabbed her waist and lifted her
off, throwing her onto the bed next to him. He reached for one of the
pillows, and lifted her up to push it under her, positioning her ass
perfectly for an assault from behind. He quickly moved over her and
straddled her legs, started to slide his cock back into her ass. She
resisted a little and he took advantage to cause her pain, thrusting
into
her to the hilt as her muscles spasmed, gripping and releasing his shaft
as
he entered. She let loose a little strangled cry as her cheeks
flattened
against his pelvis. His cock was glowing in triumph as he began
pistoning
in and out of the little girl's ass.
He reached underneath her with one hand, while the other found her
throat, squeezing it in a strong grip. He found her clitoris and
pinched
the little bulb hard. The girl's body flexed off the bed at the
assault,
and her breath wheezed in her constricted throat, causing her ass muscle
to
grip his shaft tightly. The suffering of the girl and the vise grip of
her
ass pushed him over the edge, and he began spurting into her bottom in
near
agony at the intensity of the cum. His thrusts became short little
strokes
as his cum filled her bottom, spurt after spurt, finally running out
into
little throbs of dry spasms. He relaxed his grip on the girl's throat
and
she collapsed on the bed, breathing in deep gasps. He shifted her over
on
her side as he fell onto the bed himself, overwhelmed by the experience,
his cock still buried in her ass as he cupped her breast buds in his
hands
and rested her head on her hair, moaning in delight, his heart pounding
in
his chest.
12. Functions
Crystal was surprised to be alive. When the man choked her she
thought
he meant to kill, as he plunged his cock into her sore bottom without
reserve. She could still feel the organ lying against her cheeks, soft
and
sticky from the lubrication and the cum. The man had pulled her over on
her side, and had quickly fallen asleep. She could hear him softly
snuffling by her side, his head tangled in her hair. One of his arms
was
folded underneath her head, and the other cupped her tummy as he slept.
It
was difficult for her to find a comfortable position, and she considered
moving his arm so he could lay her head down on the bed. She was dead
tired, but was far from sleep as her mind raced through the
possibilities
of her situation.
If she could slip from the man's grasp, maybe she could get off the
bed.
If he came awake she could say she was going to pee, but she quickly
realized that she was not allowed to speak in that fashion. Even if she
left him undisturbed, what good would it do? Could she find a knife in
the
kitchen area to kill him with? Even if she had the strength and luck to
pull that off, what about the door? She had enough math in school to be
vaguely aware of the number of possibilities a ten-number keypad
presented
before the right combination was entered. She didn't even know how many
numbers there were, or what combination of other buttons needed to be
pressed. The thought of starving to death with his decomposing body
reminded her of a horror movie plot. Not a pleasant way to die.
Besides,
he had promised to let her go, and while she didn't allow herself to
believe that, weren't the chances of release better than lucking into
the
combination on the door? But wouldn't someone miss the man and come to
his
house to search? Surely they would find the room she was in.
Her confused thoughts went back and forth over these ideas and more
without coming to any conclusion. Nothing in her background had
prepared
her mind to deal with the harsh realities of the real world. After the
death of her parents, she had been placed in the group home while two of
her distant relatives wrangled over her custody. It turned out neither
was
found to be fit by the courts, and she was put up for adoption. But she
had steadfastly refused to warm up to any visitor to the home, even
though
several couples had offered. In her four years at the home she had made
no
lasting friends, as it wasn't intended to be permanent, and girls came
and
went. The administrator position had gone through four women, none of
whom
really cared about the welfare of their charges more than their own job.
The latest, a large, harsh woman, had made it quite clear to Crystal
that
she was going to be adopted and she had no choice in the matter. The
woman
was concerned that Crystal's case would be an embarrassment to her
career,
and was determined to move her out of the home before her case caused
attention. This wasn't some old-style orphanage after all. Little did
Crystal realize that her very stubbornness added credibility to the
fictional story the man sought to have the authorities believe. It was
natural that she had run away.
Back on the bed, the girl decided to bide her time and do nothing.
Besides, more pressing matters were distracting her attention, as she
really did need to pee, bad. After some time it was all she could think
of. She began to squirm and wring her hands in distress. Thoughts of
getting up again were considered. Maybe if he came awake and she just
stood there, no rules would have been broken. Maybe she could shake the
man awake without him realizing it had been her intention to do so.
Again
her mind cycled through the possibilities as the urge from her bladder
became more intense.
The man had been awake for a few minutes, and was aware of the
squirming
of the young girl in his arms. His left hand was painfully asleep, but
he
decided to hold his position to see what she would do. It was obvious
she
needed to pee, by the way her legs were pressed tightly together, as she
twisted on the bed. He was surprised to have fallen asleep next to the
unbound girl. At least he didn't wake up with a knife in his throat,
not
that there was anything that sharp in the kitchen cupboards. He was
careful not to have anything in the room that could be used as a sharp
weapon, but he could easily imagine various heavy items that would be
dangerous as clubs if she had the time to think and prepare. He often
slept with his captives, but only after binding them to the bed frame.
This was a novel situation, and he was curious to see how the new girl
would react.
After awhile it was evident that thoughts of urinating were the only
thing on the girl's mind, and he could tell she was becoming desperate,
so
he surprised her by whispering in her ear, ``need to pee, young lady?''
The
girl was startled, but returned a ``yes sir'' and stilled herself.
``Stand
next to the bed for a moment,'' he said, and got the required response.
He
had counted about ten times when she had failed to reply to a command
vocally, but again decided not to punish her for the offenses. This
girl
was too special to be abused lightly. She demanded the utmost care in
handling, and he longed to think of commands she would be unable to
fulfill
at the first attempt, condemning herself to the lashing of the cane by
her
own actions.
He got up and stretched and went to the kitchen for water, leaving
the
shivering girl standing by the bed. Having acknowledged her need, the
torment was even worse, he realized, as she expected to be allowed to
relieve herself. It was time for more pictures, and he knew that some
of
his correspondents especially loved the sight of a young girl peeing.
He
picked up the camera and pulled her over to the punishment area. The
girl
let forth a small strangled cry as she misunderstood the reason.
``Relax,'' he said, ``I want you to pee here. You will wait to pee
until I
give you permission, is that understood?'' The girl responded with ``yes
sir'', as he strapped her wrists into the restraints. This would be a
better picture with the girl tied up on the wall. The girl obviously
was
not convinced, and sweat broke out on her skin from fear as he spread
her
ankles and buckled them into the restraints. Stepping back, he admired
the
view as the young girl's bottom clenched and her frame shook. A sob
escaped her lips. He kneeled down and framed the picture with the
viewfinder and took some preliminary pictures. The girl relaxed just a
bit
at the clicks and flashes from the digital camera. He saw her glance
over
at the whipping girdle and cane, still resting on the hook.
``OK, you may begin.'' Immediately the girl let loose with a strong
stream of yellow pee into the basin as he snapped pictures from behind.
``Stop!'' he commanded, ``I want some closeups.'' The girl complied with
difficulty, a few spurts escaping as she stilled her bladder. He moved
up
behind her and felt her bottom, giving her time to suffer the
interruption.
``You know you haven't been following the rules,'' he whispered in her
ear,
through her thick brown hair. ``You are supposed to say ``yes sir'' to
every command, and I've counted over ten times when you haven't,'' he
said.
He saw her begin to shiver and heightened the suspense, ``that's fifty
lashes, I believe,'' which resulted in another strangled yelp from the
girl
as she began to cry, still desperately trying to control her functions.
He
laughed, ``don't worry, I'll let it go for now.''
The girl relaxed just a bit in the restraints, as he squatted behind
her
to focus the camera on her private parts. ``Please continue to pee,''
and
the ``yes sir'' she said back made him chuckle. He got several more
excellent shots as she emptied her bladder into the basin bowl, her
stream
gradually fading to drips. The sight of the pee escaping from between
her
reddened cunt lips was making him excited, and his erection returned
briefly. He turned on the water in the bowl to rinse it, and splashed
some
on her cunt and ass, which made the girl jump in reaction. Using his
fingers he dipped water from the spout and rinsed her parts clean of
lubricant and cum and pee. The gauze plug in her vaginal passage was
wet
with her own fluids and from the wash, so he pulled it free, and
squirted
some water into her with his hands, getting a sucking sound out of the
girl's breath in response. He was considering what was to follow, as he
dried her parts with a cloth, and unbuckled the restraints. It was
getting
late in the day, and he wasn't sure he had another cum in him, but maybe
the girl did. Time for some fun, he thought.
Crystal stood by the punishment area as the man disappeared around
the
corner. She could hear a short while later the flushing of the toilet
in
her cell. Apparently the man was also relieving himself as she had
done,
with a little more privacy. Her dignity had been assaulted by the
picture
show. She had peed openly while being whipped of course, but this was
different, and she felt used and soiled by being on display as she
emptied
herself. Still, it had felt wonderful to pee, and his cleaning of her
private parts was also welcome. She had felt sticky and uncomfortable
from
the fluids that had oozed from her bum while lying on the bed. All
thoughts of escape had left her mind, and she turned her attention back
to
the present. Surely he was going to demand some further test designed
to
create an opportunity for a whipping, she guessed, and she must be alert
to
his commands.
When the man returned she remained in her standard posture, hands at
her
sides, legs slightly apart, as he cleaned her entire body with a soft,
damp
cloth, wiping away the perspiration and tears that had dried on her
skin.
He pulled some gauze from a blue paper package and packed her canal
again,
causing her to hiss at the sharp pain when the alcohol contacted the raw
area. He left and returned again with the hair brush, and humming
softly
to himself stroked the brush through her hair, and arranged it to fall
on
her shoulders. Once he stopped and stood in front of her for awhile.
Crystal raised her eyes and caught his glance. ``I was just admiring
your
beauty,'' he said, in answer to the question in her eyes, and she
blushed
and cast her eyes down again. Again he left and returned with water,
which
she gratefully drank. She was hungry again, and if by mental telepathy
he
asked if she wanted to eat. The ``yes sir'' brought back a ham and
cheese
sandwich, and he led her over to sit on the bed and watched her eat and
drink. He moved back over to the kitchen area and returned with
toothpaste
and a container of dental floss. ``To clean your teeth,'' he explained.
``You don't want to get a cavity, believe me. I can fix it, but the
experience would not be pleasant for you.'' She believed that at least.
He
led into her cell, and she fell to the business of brushing and flossing
her teeth while he straightened up outside.
13. Pleasure
The man re-arranged the bed for the next performance, relishing the
prospect of pleasuring the girl. She had responded several times today,
and he was sure she was ready and willing. He loved to lick the cunts
of
his captives, taking the lips into his mouth and shoving his tongue far
up
into them. He insisted on absolute cleanliness for these sessions, as
the
fishy taste of their fluids did not appeal to his nature. There would
be
none of that this time, with her insides still healing from the
operation,
but there would be plenty of opportunities in the months ahead. He
guessed
this one might last about two years before her body flowered and would
be
of no further use to him. Even a small amount of hair on the pussy of a
young girl turned him off. He tried to keep the first girl longer, by
plucking each new hair painfully from her mound, but the first rush of
her
menstrual blood finished all desire left in him. He drugged her the
next
week and flew her back to her home city, leaving her abandoned in a
sleeping bag outside of town, with a change of clothes and $20,000 in
cash.
He wished them well, after all was said and done, and he tried to give
the
girls some advantage when they were re-introduced them to the world
outside.
He heard the water turn off in the cell, and walked inside to find
the
girl standing in front of the sink in the correct pose. She was trying
to
be like a robot, he thought, not taking any action until called on. He
turned her around and opened her mouth with his fingers, examining what
she
had done to her teeth. She had done a thorough job, he noted, like
everything else he had demanded of her this long day. He led her
outside
and laid her on the bed on her back, her head on a pillow. He pulled
her
legs up and apart, with her knees in the air and her feet flat on the
bed.
Removing his robe, and moving between her legs on the large bed, he bent
down and without delay or warning began lapping her cunt.
Crystal was shocked by the man's actions. Nothing she experienced
today
had prepared her to be treated this way. At first she did not respond,
so
surprised was she to look down at the top of the man's head as he bobbed
up
and down between her legs, his hands cupping her bottom and moving up
and
down her legs. She could feel him running his tongue and lips in the
area
between her pussy and her thighs, tracing the divide between them. As
he
moved his tongue from one side to the other he paused between to take
her
lips between his, sucking them into his mouth with a slurp. Now his
tongue
circled her mound all the way around and underneath, crossing the area
between her ass and her pussy lips, which caused her to suck in her
breath
with a start. It felt good she realized, and now became aware that the
man
had twisted his head to line up his lips with hers, and was giving her a
soulful kiss, as if her pussy was a mouth. His tongue darted in and
traced
the folds of her neat inner lips, finding her pee hole and causing
another
wave of sensations that had her gripping the sheets of the bed in
response.
At last his tongue found the target, and began to wrap around the
hard
knob buried inside. She sighed involuntarily as the tongue made contact
and her mind was filled with conflicting emotions. How was she suppose
to
respond, she thought. Part of her wanted the attention badly, but she
was
innocent of desire, and recoiled from the idea of relaxing and allowing
the
pleasure to wash over her. This man was evil, he had whipped and raped
her
ass, and she shouldn't allow him to make her feel this way. But events
were growing out of her control, and she felt her body acting on its
own.
The man worked over the area between her legs, sucking and licking all
the
areas around her lips and always returning to the inflamed knob, which
missed his departure as he strayed away. Once his tongue grazed her
sore
asshole, and she stiffened in response. How could that feel good, she
thought, but she remembered how she had strained to find some
fulfillment
as she had pumped her ass on his cock earlier.
The man heard her sharp intakes of breath as his lips and tongue
found
the secret places of pleasure between her legs. He deliberately stayed
away from her clitoris for long periods, and he chuckled to himself at
her
reaction when he returned to suck or lick her jewel. She was obviously
enjoying the experience in spite of herself, he guessed, and it was
turning
him on, as he moved his stiff cock over the bed sheets between her legs.
Gradually he worked up the inner structure of her cunt and found the
erect
clit, giving into long seconds of attention as the girl's bottom raised
in
response, her hands pulling the sheets and her breath coming in gasps.
Oh
no, not quite yet, he thought, I have business of my own to attend to.
So
he moved off her body and saw her eyes come open in question, as he
turned
around, straddling her body on his hands and knees, with his cock
pointed
at her face. ``Suck it,'' he ordered, again ignoring the lack of vocal
response as he sunk down on her lips and entered her mouth. She
immediately began the motions he had taught her and he was soon in
heaven
as he considered the wet parts below him. ``Run your hands over my
bottom
and balls,'' he commanded, and he laughed as he heard her try to
acknowledge the command through her cock-filled lips. What an amazing
girl, he thought again.
Now he returned his attention to her pussy, this time from above.
She
was much shorter than him, and he had to hunch over to keep his cock
aligned in her mouth as he made contact with her cunt with his tongue.
He
cupped her butt in his hands and pulled her towards him, diving the
tongue
up and down the lower parts of her pussy, and straying to surround her
anus. He heard a muffled cry from her, and noticed she was breathing
hard
through her nose as she sucked his cock. He was helping her in her
motions
by flexing his hips, driving the cock in and out of her mouth as if her
lips were a cunt. Her tongue wound around his head and shaft as he
moved
up and down in quick circles of his ass. Her hands were now locked on
his
butt cheeks as his lips and tongue once again gave her clit full
attention.
The girl was now bucking in his hands, and was near to her orgasm, he
realized. He was only going to let her have one full release this time,
so
he concentrated on his cock and held his breath as the head of it
tunneled
between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. When he was beyond the
point
of no return he sucked her clit between his lips and ran his tongue up
and
down from the hooded tip to the base buried in her flesh. Suddenly she
became rigid and he felt her hands grabbing his ass hard. He felt the
first spurts of his cum as she blossomed into full orgasm writhing on
the
bed as he mercilessly tongue-lashed her pussy, his cock spasming in her
mouth over and over again until he wondered if he could stand any more.
Crystal had lost all control, and felt no sense of disgust as the man
squirted his sperm in her mouth for the second time today. Somewhere in
the back of her mind she noted there was much less fluid this time, but
her
own release washed all thoughts from her mind. Her pussy was glowing in
her body like the sun, and her limbs felt like golden honey was flowing
through the veins. White flashes of light careened through her mind, as
an
undescribable feeling bubbled from her pussy to fill her senses. She
grunted and gasped as waves and waves of sensation passed through her,
holding onto the man's hairy butt cheeks for dear life, her legs first
tensing and then thrashing about on the bed in release. Even in the
throes
of her pleasure she made sure she was still sucking and licking the
man's
cock furiously as the spasms in it subsided.
``Ah!'' he suddenly cried and pulled from her mouth, ``take it easy,
just let it rest in your mouth for awhile, suck it lightly.'' The spell
was
broken and Crystal's thoughts returned as the waves subsided and her
pussy
throbbed. She realized she wanted more of the incredible sensations
that
had racked her young body, but was content for now to resume her
attention
to the man's shrinking cock as his head rested on her legs, his
breathing
growing shallower. They stayed like that for awhile, and then the man
got
up and turned around, laying next to her and hugging her back to his
chest,
his hands cupping her pussy and gently rubbing over the sensitive
puffies.
That had been ``69'', Crystal realized, connecting their actions with
jokes
from her friends at the home. It was nice, she said to herself, and
then
blushed at her own thoughts, even as the man's hand warmed and caressed
her
pussy, which tingled at the touch. It had not been nice! The taste of
the
evil fat man's cum was still in her mouth, but she seemed unable to
convince herself, and the debate in her mind continued as she drifted
towards sleep.
14. Afterglow
After awhile the man woke the girl up and cleaned her again with a
damp
cloth, ordering her to do the same to him, as he stood next to the bed.
Enjoying the feeling of the girl's hands on his body, he stretched on
his
toes and yawned. Wonder what's on TV, he thought, is there a game worth
watching tonight? He laughed at the thought, plenty of games inside
today.
After the girl finished he allowed her to pee again, this time in her
own
cell. He put on his robe and ate a sandwich at the kitchen counter,
pulling some chips from the cupboard. He placed a couple of cold diet
colas and the chips over on the low table in front of the large couch
and
turned on the projection television, which was on Direct TV. The local
channels were the New York and Los Angeles feed, so it was impossible to
know where in the world you were from the program content. He pulled
the
girl from her room and stood her next to the kitchen cabinet on the
short
wall, marvelling again how she controlled her responses, even down to
spreading her legs slightly at every full stop.
He knew her cunt must have flowed with her internal juices, and found
the gauze plug again to be soaked. This time he had her hold a
tupperware
bowl between her legs as she squatted, and squirted water up her with a
turkey baster he had on hand for other games. He considered using the
enema appliance, but thought the hard plastic plug might damage the
incision where her hymen had been. He allowed her to drain and squirted
more water up her, enjoying the lewd pose as he squeezed her spread-open
bottom cheeks, which had nearly faded back to their normal color from
the
earlier whipping. While she again drained into the bowl, he retrieved
the
gauze and alcohol and packed her one more time, with only a little
tenseness as a response. She looked beat, he thought, and patted her on
the bottom as he took the bowl from her hands, which were quivering
slightly. He moved her over to the television area at the end of the
bed
and arranged pillows at one end of the large couch. He laid on it and
pulled the girl down to him, arranging her on her side and tucking her
butt
into his lap, enjoying the feeling of her cheeks against his soft cock,
which stirred slightly through the open robe. No more for you, he
thought,
and in truth his cock was somewhat sore from the day's activities. He
pulled a light blanket over their legs, and offered the girl one of the
sodas. Then he lay her head down on his chest, grabbed the remote and
began to channel surf as the girl swallowed some pop.
Crystal was still in a state of confusion as she lay with the man.
She
again chronicled the abuses he had heaped on her. She had been
kidnapped,
operated on, cane whipped, pinched, slapped, raped in her ass and her
mouth, choked, forced to pee for a camera and generally treated like a
toy
for his pleasure. She should be angry, but she was too tired. She
couldn't help feeling warm and comfortable in the man's embrace,
forgetting
that she had never even been naked in front of a man before, much less
embraced in the nude. As he switched from watching sports news to some
history show about naval warfare, she fell deep asleep in his arms.
End of Part One. Note that this is just fantasy fiction, and I do
not
endorse kidnapping, raping and abusing girls anymore than you do.
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