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CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK 4 of 4 (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
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[ part 4 ]
1. Rise and shine
The girl was in her cell cleaning her pussy as he instructed, as the man
poured some bran flakes for her breakfast. She needs some roughage, he
thought, and he looked forward to allowing her to prepare her own meals,
probably soon. He had business and errands to take care, but planned to
devote some time to her tonight. More roughage, he grinned, of a
different sort; rough her up good, he thought, see if she maintains. The
previous night had been most entertaining, but he longed to enjoy some
torment, and the girl was the only target available. He thought again
about having another captive for both of them to play with, and wondered
how their relationship might change. For now, she's the slave, he
thought, and tonight I'm the slavemaster.
The girl didn't seem to be taking things for granted, and remained
standing in her cell after she was done, hands and eyes down. He reached
out and rather roughly grabbed her pussy, and the girl twitched, but did
not move from her stance. ``Come out an eat before your cereal gets
soggy,'' he said, and let the girl walk out in front of him, his hand
feeling her bottom bounce as she walked. The girl ate in silence,
glancing at him once or twice as she drank her juice. She seemed to
sense that the light mood of the previous evening was not a given, and
he once again admired her quick wits. When she finished he led her back
into her cell and pulled her onto the bed, working quickly, not quite
manhandling her, but being forceful. He arranged her on hands and knees
on the edge of the bed and retrieved some lubricant from the kitchen.
He pushed the girl down to lie on her chest with her ass sticking into
the air, her pussy lips thrust out from behind, and he paused a few
moments to play with her. He then squatted down and examined her pussy
once again. The hymen area was a little pinker and smoother than the
surrounding flesh, but appeared to be completely healed. Tomorrow, he
thought, wait one more day, but a little taste wouldn't hurt.
The idea made his cock come alive, and it was more than ready as he
stood in back of the girl and played the tip over her pussy lips,
gathering some lubricant. He had built the bed to be at the right height
for this kind of action, and the girl's passage was positioned perfectly
for his cock. Here's Johnny! he laughed to himself, and buried the head
between her lower lips, just penetrating the girl. She rolled her head
over to the side, obviously aware something significant was going on
behind her, and he slowly eased forward, just a fraction of an inch at a
time. The girl raised her head and made a little squeaking noise;
``ohhh,'' she cried, as his cock was about half way in, then groaned a
little as he continued the impalement. Her cunt was as tight as it could
be around his shaft and still permit movement, and he rocked very slowly
back and forth, moving no more than an inch in and out.
The sensation was breathtaking, and he could feel the folds of her pussy
expand and contract over his head. He had a strong urge to begin
pistoning himself in the girl, but held himself back. ``You feel me
inside?'' he asked, and the girl responded ``yes sir.'' ``Try and
squeeze me with your pussy, just like you do with your hand.'' He stayed
still in the girl, his cock throbbing at the sensation, enjoying the
sight of his shaft between her lips. He felt the girl try to work her
muscles, but she had no experience and couldn't really coordinate her
actions. Once she did nip at him, and he held his breath at the feeling,
being gripped strongly by warmth and wet. ``That was it,'' he said,
``did you feel that? I want you to work on that. Insert your finger
today and try to squeeze and release it, and we'll try again later,'' he
told her, pulling out at last with a sucking sound. ``You need some
exercise, let's get you on the treadmill before I leave.''
The walker was angled into the corner behind the punishment area, and
next to it was a compact weight bench. The girl put on a sweat band,
socks and running shoes he had selected for her, and when she was done
he led her to the machine and told her to grab the rails. The machine
had a safety clip attached to a string that would shut it off if she
stumbled or fell, and he carefully attached it to her right nipple, not
wanting to damage the skin. The girl hissed in her breath and a tear
fell down her cheek at the discomfort. He turned the machine on and set
the elevation at the maximum 10%, and punched the speed up to 3 miles
per hour, forcing the girl to start walking at a reasonable clip. When
she seemed set, he went to the kitchen to fetch a black leather riding
crop, and seeing the tip was a little stiff, massaged some oil into it.
He walked back over to the girl and moved the speed up to 4.5, which
forced her first to walk fast and then to break into a run as the speed
rose. He settled in behind her and enjoyed the sight of her flesh
bouncing as she ran, especially her lush bottom, which he proceeded to
tap with the crop in time to her motions. The girl was getting the feel
of working with the machine, so he turned it up to 5.0 and the girl was
really running now, breathing through her mouth and gripping the bars.
He turned up the heat on the riding crop as well, slapping her bottom
and thighs with the leather flap. The girl maintained the pace for a
couple of minutes, but was out of shape and began to struggle, gasping
for breath and perspiring. The man knew she could do ten minutes at that
speed with a broken leg, it was just her muscles complaining to the
brain that caused her distress, so he belted her good with the crop,
``keep running, this is nothing, only ten minutes today.'' He saw her
glance down at the readout on the machine, which just turned over 4
minutes.
At 6 minutes the girl was in real difficulty, her lungs obviously
burning from the effort. The man just laughed at her, slapping her legs
with the crop. She almost stumbled and fell, but managed to recover
briefly before losing her footing, her feet pulled out from under while
she tried to grab the bar. The clip pulled from her nipple and the
machine shut down. ``Bullshit!'' the man yelled, and had her in the
punishment straps as the girl was still catching her breath. He put the
bit between her teeth and the girl started to sob and wail, knowing she
was going to catch it this time. He slipped the butt plug in quickly and
strapped her in the girdle, laying the first hit on her ass and enjoying
the usual results, the girl screaming and convulsing from the pain,
peeing into the basin. He never tired of this, and didn't wait for her
to recover before the final four strokes came in quick succession, the
girl slumping in the restraints as it ended.
He had to carry her back to the machine while she was still sobbing, and
stood her up while she grabbed the bars, putting the safety clip on the
other nipple this time. ``You did just under 7 minutes, but we'll
penalize you for the fall. Four minutes left, run!'' He turned the
machine on and set the speed at 3, the girl desperately trying to regain
her control. When she was walking reasonably well he moved the speed to
4 and she settled into a labored jog. He pushed it to 5 and resumed
tapping on her ass, now bright red from the caning. He could hear her
cry out a little as she breathed, thinking she probably couldn't do
this, so he encouraged her, ``ignore the pain, just run. You could
easily do another ten minutes at this speed. Run or be whipped, your
choice.''
The girl managed to regain her pace, breathing in great gasps and
gripping the bars for her life as her feet pounded away on the belt,
while he did the same on her thighs. She almost stumbled at the end,
anticipating that time was running out, but made it to the 4 minute
mark, and he set the speed down to a fast walk to let the blood flow out
of her legs. ``I told you,'' he said as she regained her breath, ``did
you think I would order you to do something I knew you couldn't
manage?'' When she seemed recovered, he wiped her down and moved her to
the weight bench, making her do curls while he selected more weight bars
from the stack attached to the pulleys to see what she could take.
Satisfied, he set her up to do leg thrusts and again used the riding
crop to mark her progress. She labored to complete the set, sweating and
gasping at the pain from her muscles, but obviously she realized that
her legs weren't hurting as much as her bottom would if she failed.
When he led her into her cell she was a mess, smelly from sweat and
fear, tangles of hair wet on her forehead. He set a tape up on the shelf
along with a couple of sandwiches, and spent a few minutes enjoying
spreading lotion on her bright pink bottom cheeks and legs, while she
stood passively. That was fun, he thought, but he was really looking
forward to the evening. He thought of the cat o' nine tails lashing her
body, and he smacked her hard on the bottom and locked her in for the
day.
2. Whips and chains
Crystal was beat by the work on the machines, and mentally drained by
the terrible whipping, harder this time. She welcomed the hot shower,
and stayed in until her fingers pruned up. She dried herself off and
brushed her teeth, thinking about the night to come. She was sure they
were going to play pain games again, and she shuddered, fearful of what
the man could do to her. I don't think he'll damage me, she thought,
remembering the branding scene in yesterday's movie, but he doesn't mind
hurting me. She cried for a few minutes, feeling a fresh sense of the
helplessness of her position, wondering how she would ever get out.
After feeling sorry for herself for awhile, she grew bored with the
plain surroundings of the cell, and put the video in the machine. The
scenes were not what she wanted to see, women being whipped and
tormented in a variety of settings. The first sequence involved a pretty
young girl with very long brown hair, being whipped by a young, tattooed
man while bound against a wall. The whip was made of many leather
strips, and the girl cried little yips and squeaks every time it landed
with a slapping sound. Her skin was marked all over with many red lines
from the whip, and every now and then the man applied what appeared to
be oil on her back and bottom before returning to the whipping. She
couldn't tell if it was real or not until the video flipped to a later
image of the girl whipping her own pussy with the same loud slapping
sounds, obviously not being hurt.
The next scene involved a girl being waylayed in the countryside,
stripped and tied up by two men, and hit on her bottom and breasts with
their belts as a stick was shoved up her. The film included a
slow-motion sequence of the girl's fleshy bottom quivering like jello as
the belts landed. Later the same girl was tied up inside, and her
breasts lifted on chains attached to nipple clips. It was clearly
painful, as tears rolled down her face, but again it was obvious that no
one was really hurting her. It went on like that; a plump blonde girl
was tied up and slapped between the legs with a leather strap; another
woman was suspended from the ceiling by a belt around her waist while a
man in a mask waved candles under her breasts and slapped them; two
women were suspended together from ropes around their stretched-out
breasts, rings in their pussies connected by a chain; a slim blonde with
a large bosom was hung by her wrists and whipped; candle wax was poured
over an oriental girl in a cage; a girl with a shaved pussy was hung by
her legs and arms from a sling while a man whipped her between the legs;
a girl was locked into a frame with a machine pushing a rubber dildo in
and out of her behind while she was whipped; a pretty brunette was hung
by her legs, flailed and left with the whip handle pushed in her vagina;
clamps, clothes pins, bondage of all sorts, it went on and on for hours.
Crystal thought about what she was seeing. Besides being rather tawdry,
badly acted and filmed, she knew that the video clips were supposed to
impart lessons, and she thought she knew what today's were. First, she
was supposed to be reassured, that while he obviously planned to perform
some of these sorts of games with her tonight, she wasn't really going
to be physically hurt. Second, that she was to be an actress of sorts,
living out the part of a frightened young thing being tortured by a
dominant master, eyes wide in terror as he ruthlessly whipped and abused
her. She considered if she could keep a straight face under such
circumstances, but she figured the man would take care of that;
doubtless what he had planned would hurt a lot more than the women in
these films had experienced. She decided that she would act more or less
naturally, maybe a little innocent and scared, and would allow herself
to vocalize her pain. She realized the goal was to please him as always,
and to avoid making a mistake that would result in real torment.
She finished the silly book he had left, thinking that both Justine and
Juliette deserved to be punished severely just for being so lame. She
wondered what a convent would be like, and decided she probably would
rather be here. Knowing that the night was going to be rough, she lay
down to nap as best she could.
3. Frenzied
The man finished his work and turned one light on in the girl's cell. He
was tempted to have her prepare her ass, as using it while she was tied
up would have been fun. Give it a rest he thought, there will other
times. He was working as she prepared, screwing eye bolts into recesses
in the ceiling, and hanging restraints from them. He laid out a tarp on
the carpet to catch dripping wax and any accidents with other fluids,
and brought in a stool and a bench, like a sawhorse padded with leather.
Finally he set up a table with his tools; clamps, whips, wires, candles,
belts and many other implements of restraint and pain. He was anxious to
get started, and planned to tie the girl up immediately, without giving
her dinner. When her time was up he opened her door and stood aside.
The man watched as the girl moved past him to take her position outside
the door. She didn't look up at all, he thought. He glanced at her as he
replaced the towels and toiletries. She was quivering slightly, a
frightened look on face, her legs unsteady. He knew her better by now to
think she really was all that scared by the action on the tape. He had
used another video with the previous captives the first time, clips from
sleazy movies about concentration camps and the like, a lot of stage
blood and simulated deaths; women being stabbed, burned, whipped, hung,
their nipples cut off, shot, beheaded and so forth. The purpose of that
video was to frighten, and it worked, the girls practically peeing
themselves before he touched them. He knew that wouldn't have been
effective with this girl.
So he told her the truth, showing her soft videos from Nuwest and the
like, women really being hit, but of course not hard enough to do any
damage; they were just playing for the camera after all. The girl was
acting the role, the innocent little child facing the dungeon, just at
the point where she realizes the hot irons in the fire were for her
flesh. What was remarkable about the girl was her ability not to be
caught acting, because she wasn't. She could make you believe, because
she was able to make herself believe. He imagined her being seduced by a
wealthy middle-aged woman, opening the young girl to her repressed
desires for another woman, which really would manifest; or with a jaded,
worldly sophisticate fallen madly in love, who believed that she needed
him, wanted him, because she really would, for awhile. They would shower
her with riches with no regrets, even after she left them, because
always in everything at the core of her was something real; her desire.
He believed it was her destiny to take what she wanted from the world,
and he wondered how her life would have developed if she had been left
alone. He could feel her power working on him, and even though he
recognized it, he gave in and believed. The sight of her standing by the
door, her eyes downcast and her legs trembling filled him with desire to
torment the girl, tie her up and whip her into screams. He lusted to see
her hanging by her arms, and hurried his preparations, his cock erect
and throbbing. It was ironic that her gift was going to cause her even
more pain.
When he was done, he grabbed her by the arm and led her to the ropes,
cuffing her wrists and pulling the ropes through the pulleys to dangle
her from the ceiling, the girl moaning a little when she was suspended.
He picked up the cat o' nine tails and felt the leather strips to be
soft and ready, then pushed her hair in front and spread baby oil over
her back, bottom and legs to keep the leather from biting. He paused for
a moment to appreciate the image of her hanging, waiting for what she
knew would come, and then went to work, swatting her with the cat all
over her back, the whip covering her skin with red marks as the girl
squealed and cried from the sting. As the cat picked up some oil from
her body it landed more solidly, with the satisfying sound of leather
hitting girl skin.
He reached for the other ropes and shackled her ankles in padded straps,
lifting them to the ceiling as he lowered her arms, cuffing them behind
her back, her hair brushing the ground. He used the cat between her
legs, oiling her pussy well, the whip making a moist sound as it bit her
lips and inner places. The girl cried out and struggled in her bounds,
making his lust soar as he switched to slap at her crotch with the
riding crop.
The man untied one leg, leaving her dangling by a single ankle, and tied
her foot to her wrists, forcing her to open her legs wide. He selected
the cat and whipped her pussy from above, and she squealed and yelled
out in pain, hardly being able to move her body trussed up in that
fashion, open to the punishment. He gave her a couple more swats and
enjoyed the feel of her warm pussy, which was growing wet.
The girl was playing the part to the hilt, moaning and squealing in all
the right places, partly because it really did hurt, but she avoided
piercing the facade by speaking or reacting to the situation as it
really was. Her reactions to the torments only inflamed him more, and he
went into a frenzy of activity, moving from one scene to the next in
succession, breathing hard.
He lowered her down and tied the other leg back, leaving her hog-tied on
the floor. He lit a candle and played ``bomb's away'', standing over her
and trying to make the candle drip on a specific target, usually her
nipples and clitoris as she squirmed and cried.
He untied her legs and placed her ankles in cuffs, tossed her over his
lap on the bed and proceeded to spank her bottom, opening her cheeks and
hitting her on the inside curves with a leather paddle.
He hung her up by her wrists and clipped wires to her inner pussy lips
attached to a model railroad rectifier, zapping her with the 12-volt DC
electricity by using the speed control, varying the pain up and down as
she thrashed her legs in the air, as if trying to rub away bees stinging
her privates.
He tied her feet and hands together and stood her up with her ass in the
air, paddling her bottom with his hands, first swatting one cheek and
then the other from below, lifting them up as he hit her, laughing as
they bounced.
He tied her on a stool with her hands behind her and slapped her nipples
with multiple thongs of leather attached to a stick.
She lay on a padded sawhorse while he belted the backs of her legs.
He hung her by her wrists on a swivel and whipped her body from the
side, making it spin in front of him, presenting a new surface to the
strokes each time.
He tied a rope around her waist and between her legs, pulling on it
against her clitoris.
He tied her upside down, legs spread with a bar and put clips on her
pussy lips, removing them by whipping her until they fell off.
He put clothespins on her nipples, and listened to her cry out in pain
as he removed them, the blood returning and unleashing the pain from the
sensitive tissue.
Her nipples were wrapped in rubber bands and slapped.
He put a ring clamp in her mouth and swung her from her feet with his
cock being pushed in and out of her mouth.
Once, briefly, he entered her pussy with his cock again, as she hung
from the ceiling by her wrists and ankles, legs spread wide, but then he
was out, and the whip fell on her tummy and legs. But the man did not
cum, nor allow her to, and he left her whimpering and sore in her cell,
throwing her on the bed and flipping out the lights without another
word.
The man stood outside her door, resting against it for a moment, not
wanting to start the job of cleaning up and putting away to equipment.
The girl had been fantastic, squealing and moaning in all the right
places, twitching and struggling in the restraints erotically. It was
good, and he would do it again, maybe not in such a rush to experience
everything at once with her. But he didn't feel as fulfilled as he
normally did after such sessions.
Part of it was holding himself back from cumming, and he felt like
opening her door, taking her forcefully, while the marks of the
whippings were still on her body. But he was tired and there was work to
do, and he didn't want to spoil the next night. But he knew he was also
kidding himself. He admired this girl, worshiped her really, and he
wished it had been some other victim hanging from the restraints,
absorbing his lust for abuse. He thought about it some more, then sighed
and got busy.
3. Crying in tongues
Crystal woke up a couple times during the night, restless. As she drank
water and relieved herself she rubbed her hands over various places he
had hit, and found no particularly damage at all, nothing sore or raw.
Her skin felt a little hot from being hit, but she stretched and flexed
her limbs, and everything seemed normal. The session had seemed endless
to her, being shuttled from one place to another, tied and untied,
suspended and beat until her mind was spinning. Nothing was sharply
painful, but she had been abused for hours without hardly a pause,
except when he had taken pictures of her or tied her at the punishment
basin to pee.
She sat on the bed and listened to her stomach growl, not having eaten
the previous night. She glanced at the shelves as if she might have left
something uneaten, and noticed something dark sitting on a towel. She
stared at it for a moment, then got up to see; it was a package of
cupcakes, something she had eaten only a couple of times in her life.
She picked them up and went back to bed, but rather than eat them she
started to cry.
She lay in bed sobbing and thought about how the man treated her and
became angry again. The man was like a beast, she thought, using me any
way he wants, even though I've tried very hard to please him. He beats
me all night and throws me a bone to make up for it. Her hunger got the
better of her temper, and she lay on her side and tore the package open,
eating them slowly, savoring the sweet moist cakes. She thought of the
time with him that had been pleasant, indeed more so, intensely
fulfilling. She considered her life in the home, only a week before, and
it seemed dull and lifeless. She was confused by what happened to the
way she use to think and believe. She shrugged off the thoughts, and
pulled the sheets around her, finding sleep again at last in spite of
the sugar high.
She woke up the next morning as the man opened her cell door. ``I cooked
some breakfast, you must be starved, get up and wash and come out.''
Seeing him, her anger and hurt returned and she rolled over showing the
man her back. She began to sob, pulling a pillow over her head, saying
``go away'' as clear as if she had spoke it, heedless for the first time
of the threat of being punished.
The man sat next to her on the bed and put his hand on her shoulder,
rubbing it gently. He pulled her up from the bed and sat her next to
him, his arms around her shoulder, while she kept her hands tucked in
her lap with her legs closed, eyes down, streaming tears. He and was
silent for a moment, and then bent down to kiss her hair, whispering
soft nothings in her ear, telling her she was a special girl. She
suddenly felt herself break down and burst into tears, burying her face
in her hands as the man held her head to his chest and stroked her hair.
She wanted to yell at him, if I'm special then why do you hurt me? He
kissed her again and laid her down on the bed holding her while she
sobbed.
After awhile her need to cry ran out, and she sniffled as the man wiped
her face with a sheet. She looked up and connected with his eyes for the
first time, and he held her gaze until she blushed and buried her face
in his chest again. The look in the man's eyes frightened her more than
the pain he could inflict. It was the look a man gives to the object of
his desire, and she wasn't ready for such emotions. She felt the man hug
her again, stroking her hair and back, and once again was able to
control her thoughts and feelings to her best advantage. She snuggled
closer and let her hands run through the hair on his chest and allowed
herself to enjoy being held. There's no point at all in this, she
thought. It can be a good day, he's in a good mood; encourage him. She
willed her hands down to his cock, possessing the gift of being able to
want to touch it, to desire feeling it in her fingers.
The man kissed her on the lips and let his hand fall to her bottom, and
she opened her leg to let him feel the inside curve of the cheek he
liked to squeeze. He continued to kiss and lick her lips, running his
hands more vigorously over her, slipping one hand down to rub her tummy
and mound. She had never spoken first to the man, but she felt the time
was right, and she heard herself quietly say, ``Put it in me, please
sir.'' The man stopped, and reached up to turn her face in his hands,
holding her gaze again, and pushing his hands between her legs, found
her warm, moist and willing. He first expressed surprise, and then shook
his head as if in acknowledgment, dropping his gaze. ``Men will die for
you,'' he said, and flipped her on her back, spreading her legs and
gently massaging her thighs, running his hands down between them, as she
rose to meet their touch.
Crystal lay back to enjoy his attention, and considered his words. Will
they indeed, she thought? Will I want them to? She smiled a little and
felt better, allowing herself to stay engaged in the feeling of the
moment. She wanted his cock inside her, and submitting to her will, her
body responded, the man's hands raising her temperature as she felt her
pussy beginning to come alive. The man got up on his arms and lifted her
knees back, rubbing his cock between her legs as she reached down to
help. She didn't need to be rubbed, she wanted him inside, and she
guided the soft tip down and into her. The feeling of him entering was
perfect to her, his member sliding in easily, but tightly filling her
like a missing part of her anatomy. She heard herself panting and
moaning, and lifted her feet up to pull on his bottom, urging him in.
The man gently moved with her, kissing her on the lips again, and she
returned it. The feeling of their tongues inside her mouth made her
giggle, and she couldn't stop for a minute, starting the man laughing as
well. ``It is kind of weird, isn't it?'' he asked. But when he did it
again it felt natural and she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting
to merge with him, deeply impaled. She felt the man moving in her, but
not stroking in and out as he had done with her ass. ``Later,'' the man
said, reading her thoughts as if they were printed on her skin. ``Let's
eat, I have to leave for the day.'' She concentrated hard and succeeded
in nipping at his cock with her pussy as he withdrew it, and he laughed
again. ``I'll look forward to more of that tonight.''
4. Lessons and letdown
The day flew by for her, with two books and the usual video to absorb.
The first book was called ``The Joy of Sex'', which was a general manual
of sexual play, and the other a photo manual with text describing over a
hundred positions for intercourse, all with the man's penis in the
model's vagina. She guessed that meant she was ready to be used in that
fashion and wondered how it would feel compared to her bottom. He had
been inside, but hadn't really moved it in and out. It had felt
``right'' somehow to her, like it should be. She knew she was being
naughty for wanting more of it, and wondered if it made any difference
if she was. So I'm a nasty girl, she thought, turning it over in her
head; nasty Crystal.
He had left her a few Oreos along with her lunch, just one sandwich
today. She ate half the sandwich and a cookie, watching the tape, which
consisted of four hours of men and women having sex, endless sequences
of attractive studs with huge cocks plunging into vaginas of all
different sorts, usually belonging to women with large breasts not
bestowed by nature. She wasn't surprised at the immense penises anymore,
all the men seemed to be giants, but was amazed at the different shapes
and sizes of the pussies, and the way their insides varied. She bent
over to consider her own, and decided that it was well shaped in
comparison to some of the sloppy lips she had seen. She had become
aroused by the books and tape, and wished she could lie back and feel
herself, but she knew that was out of the question.
The lesson from the materials today was obvious, learn to ``fuck'', as
most of the people on the tape called it. She giggled at one women being
taken from behind as the man grabbed her hair, saying ``fuck me, fuck
me'' over and over, countless times, conveying her sexual state by the
emphasis she gave the words; ``fuuccckk meeee,'' as she shivered and
moaned, and then ``FUCK ME, FUCK ME!'' as the man pounded into her with
slapping noises. I hope I don't look that silly, she thought, and I'll
never, ever say ``fuck me.'' She giggled some more as the blonde women
continued her mantra while the man humped away. She was surprised at how
vigorously they were coupling, and thought her ass would have been
rubbed raw if the man had thrusted that hard. Apparently pussies could
take more punishment.
She looked over the photo manual again and tried to adopt all the poses,
some of which were very uncomfortable, and required greater arm strength
than she possessed. She practiced thrusting back and forth, imagining
the man's cock inside her as she moved, trying to make sure she was
holding her hips right. She looked down at herself as she squatted on
the bed as if he was underneath, to see how her pussy lined up. Finally
she did more exercises with the toothbrush inside her instead of her
finger, trying to grip and release it with only her insides. She
remembered the scene in the film where the stage performer smoked a
cigarette with her pussy, and now she could imagine how it was done. I'm
basically doing the same to the toothbrush, she thought, and giggled at
the sight of it pulsing in and out of her as she leaned over to watch.
She napped lightly on the bed, impatient for the man to arrive, thinking
about how mean he was to her last night, and hoping he would be equally
as loving this night. She was fully asleep when the tone sounded on the
speaker, but she sprang up quickly from bed to get ready. She started
the shower running and went for a towel before noting that two green
lights were on above the door.
Her confidence was shattered by the lights. It meant she had to undergo
the torment of the enema procedure, which was almost agony, and it meant
the man was going to use her ass. She didn't mind being taken there, it
could be quite exciting if he was gentle, but she had been counting on
being loved tonight, not abused, and she rebuked herself for being
stupid and naive. She buried her head in her hands and cried for a
minute.
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There was nothing to do but get ready, and time was short, so she
sniffed back her tears and sat on the toilet, pushing the nozzle in and
pressing the button on the fixture. The pain and humiliation was there,
but her sobs were especially for her disappointment, and the procedure
seemed to pass quicker than before. She was still crying to herself when
she stepped in the shower, and it took her some time to compose herself
for the man. She didn't dare pout and resist his advances, she knew.
She considered the matter further as she towered her hair. He was going
to use her pussy tonight, of that she was sure, and mostly in a loving
way. His manner that morning was that of a father soothing his
daughter's troubles. He had kissed her when he left, patted her bottom
tenderly, and he had left cookies for her lunch. And she knew the
quantity of water from the hose had been less, she was positive about
that, and perhaps the waiting time was shorter. The man had turned it
down a notch, she thought, the procedure now being less for torment that
his desire for cleanliness, of which she was well aware by now.
The more she thought about it, the more she was sure that the two green
lights were intended to be another sort of signal. The man did intend to
love her that night, but he was also telling her that she was still his
property, to be used as he saw fit. Or maybe he just wanted her ass as
well as her pussy, she mused. It doesn't matter, she thought, and she
calmed herself, sitting on the bed waiting for the door to open. What
would tonight bring? Pain, pleasure, or both?
5. Flowers
The man returned home from shopping anxious to be with the girl. The
activities of the previous night and this morning left him aching for
release, and the prospect of straight sex with a willing and eager ten
year-old girl with a fully capable pussy drove him crazy with lust,
especially this girl. He already knew it was going to be spectacular and
was so distracted he almost ran his car off the road at one point. I
better relax, he thought, or I'll cum before I get home.
As soon as he got inside he set off her preparation signal, hitting both
lights. He wanted all of her tonight, pussy and ass, but he knew the
girl would be upset. Tough, he thought, she's still mine. Besides, he
had adjusted the amount of water and the timing so it wouldn't be that
much of a torment, while still doing more than an adequate job. The
first two cleanings were for fun, he chuckled.
The man had noted the girl's unfamiliarity with the Chinese food he
brought the other night, particularly the shrimp, so he was sure she had
never tasted more expensive fare. He decided her palate needed to be
educated, and brought home cold crab, fine cheese and artisan bread for
starters, and four large lobster tails. He liked to treat his girls, it
was some sort of compensation for the abuse, and tonight would be
special anyway. He went downstairs and laid out the table while the girl
finished her preparations, setting a glass vase with flowers from his
garden by her plate, fragrant cupped bush roses, large and firm. When
the time was nearly up, he opened her door, and caught her still
toweling her hair. Before she could react he reassured her, ``just
getting the hair dryer for you. Come here, you look yummy.'' The girl
dropped the towel and walked over to him, and he met her with open arms,
lifting and hugging her head to his shoulder with his hands on her
bottom. He set her down and gave her a kiss, and the girl responded
back. Good, he thought, she's adjusted her mood. He handed her the dryer
and went back to work on the dinner. ``Come out when you're ready.''
He was working on the lobster tails when she came out. She hesitated for
a moment and then walked over to sit down at the table. Let's get her
tail into something, the man thought, remembering his plans. He wiped
his hands off and brought out a pair of panties he thought would suit
her, plain cotton with little blue flowers. He interrupted the girl as
she was sitting down, and said, ``here, put these on first, you should
be dressed for dinner.'' The girl smiled, and took the panties from him,
holding them out in front of her, turning them over in her hands as if
she was considering purchasing them in a store. She stepped into them
and pulled them up slowly and evenly, smoothing them over her crotch,
then turned around and showed off her bottom pertly, thrusting it out
and letting her hair cascade down her back while she adjusted the
elastic. When she sat back down she scrunched her bottom around in the
chair as if testing how they were to sit in, still smiling in a naughty
way.
The heck with dinner, the man thought, his cock poking out between his
open robe. He knelt in front of the girl and spread her legs, admiring
the way the flowered panties hugged her privates, and leaned down to
kiss her full on the fabric just above where he guessed her pleasure
center lay. He stood up and stroked her hair, and the girl spread his
robe and teased his cock with her fingers for a moment, finally sucking
it into her mouth slowly with her hands on his legs. He stuck his hands
under her hair and held her head as she played games with her mouth;
continuing to suck as she pulled away slowly, his cock pulling out with
a pop, and quickly engulfing him again so that he felt nothing but air
until her entire mouth formed over him at once. Then she sucked his cock
head between her lips, licking the end as her little hand pumped the
shaft, the other cradling his balls. This was too much for now, and he
pulled out and kissed her on the forehead.
He reached down to the girl and grabbed the panties by the band, pulling
them under her bottom and down to her feet, spreading her legs apart on
the chair. He reached over for one of the roses, a huge apricot David
Austin, the petals swirling to meet in the center. He tickled it under
her nose and she laughed and smelled the sweet fragrance. He then he did
the same between her legs, teasing her pussy lips with the soft petals
as she pulled her knees up and gripped the chair seat with a gasp. He
pressed the rose in firmer, spreading her lips and pulsing it in and out
as he wiped it up and down her inner lips, stopping over her clit and
rubbing the petals in. The girl was looking down at the scene and
breathing in little pants.
The rose started to come apart, and he gathered it up before it
disintegrated, picking another blossom, still furled into a soft bud. He
rubbed the tip softly over the girl's clit and then moved it down to her
entrance, pushing it inside as she held her breath, just so the entire
bud was engulfed, and the girl let out her breath all at once, oohing
and ahhing. He slowly turned the rose inside her as he bent to lick her
pussy, the smell of myrrh in his nose. She came almost gently, a soft
shudder that shook her whole body at once, as she leaned forward and
hugged his head in her arms. He waited as she cooled down, removing the
rose before it fell apart inside her, and kissing her outer lips.
``Nice, we'll do that some more later. Go ahead and eat what you like
here while I fix dinner,'' he said, scooping up the spent roses. ``This
here is crab,'' indicating a bowl full of the sweet meat.
He finished cleaning the lobster tails and warmed up a small built-in
oven under the counter, cutting up the meat and returning it to its
shell mixed with heavy cream, butter and spices. When done, you could
pick pieces of the meat out of the shell, without having to pull the
whole tail out to cut it up. He glanced over at the girl as he worked,
and saw she had pulled her panties up and was brushing her hair back
with her hands, composing herself. Her watched her sniff at the crab
meat, place a leg piece in her mouth with a tentative look, and then
chew it with relish, going back for more. The girl had crunched through
a couple of large pink shrimp, and was working on soft cheese and warm
crusty bread when he pulled the tails from the oven and sat a couple in
front of her. ``This is lobster,'' he said, ``ever had it before?'' The
girl shook her head ``no'' and sniffed the plate, wasting no time in
getting a piece in her mouth. Ah yes, the man thought, candy's dandy and
liquor's quicker, but expensive seafood really did the trick.
He sat back and enjoyed watching her eat, as he dove in himself,
savoring the hot buttery lobster chunks. ``Good, huh?'' he offered, and
the girl said ``yes sir,'' with a nod of her head added for emphasis.
The man finished his meal, and noticed that the girl had eaten one of
the tails, and was looking regretfully at the other on her plate, as it
was clear she was too full to eat more. ``I'll save it for you, and the
rest of it in the refrigerator'', motioning to the other goodies on the
table. ``From now on you live out here.'' The girl's eyes jumped to his,
and then dove back down to her lap for cover, a deep red flush lighting
up her face. ``Thank you sir,'' she said quietly, apparently concluding
she had the freedom to speak at that moment. The man watched her sit for
a minute, absorbing the new situation. ``I know I can trust you,'' he
said, ``to act in your own best interest.''
The girl didn't appear to know what to say in reply, and he let it go,
getting up to clear the table. He turned around and almost ran into her,
bringing plates and food from the table to the counter. Well, that
didn't take her long, he thought. If she's going to live here, I guess
she figured she would help with the chores. ``I'll get it,'' he said,
``go relax and digest, and I'll join you in a minute.'' The girl left
the dishes on the counter and turned to consider where to go, quite
obviously unsure of her place. He helped her out, ``We'll lay the couch,
turn on the TV, if you can figure out the remote.'' The man thought she
could probably figure out just about anything, and soon heard the TV
come to life, various voices and music tracks in the air, the channels
changing as she fiddled with the buttons.
He finished up, grabbed a couple of cold pops and a joint and lay back
on the pillows next to her while she arranged herself in response,
laying down in back of his knees and draping a hand over his lap,
finding, and softly rubbing his cock with an open hand. He realized that
he didn't even think about her taking the lead, he had come to expect
it. He always had to order the other captives to touch or suck him, not
that he minded, it was fun to treat them like slaves. He almost
regretted that the girl wasn't dull, so he could enjoy beating on her
more. It helped if the girls were clumsy or inept at following orders,
the punishment was more apt to the circumstance. This girl was so
talented that she was turning the tables on him. The more he considered
it, the more he was sure they needed another girl in the mix, some meek
little sobbing thing he could abuse with glee, while he lost himself in
sweet, intense sex with the girl. Besides, there were the games girls
could play together for his entertainment to consider.
He came back to the moment, and saw she had succeeded in loading the
channel guide, and he ran through it while they relaxed, watching a bit
of this and that. He rubbed the girl's shoulder and back and admired the
way she looked, stretched out on the couch, framed in the pretty
panties. The food settled a bit, and the man repeated the pot-smoking
ritual, kissing the girl deeply as they swapped the smoke back and
forth. He left her dizzy on the couch and exchanged the noisy TV for a
long MP3 playlist of melodic ambient music, creating a slow, dreamy mood
for the evening. ``Let's get into bed,'' he suggested, ``but first say
``please sir.'' She lowered her eyes and said the phrase, obviously a
little unsure. ``That will cover the night,'' he explained, and she
smiled, her eyes still hidden.
6. Hot and cold
The man guided her around the couch and sat on the edge of the bed,
leaving her standing in front of him. He reached out to grasp the top of
the panties and pulled them down very slowly, enjoying the way they
revealed her smooth, perfect mound and the top crack of her lips,
leaning down to place a kiss on the bare white skin, then dipping his
tongue down under the panties, tracing the divide. He sat back and
pulled them down further, until the elastic was below her pussy, a bit
of fabric still covering the lower part of the lips. He pulled the
panties down her thighs and heard the sharp intake of his own breath as
the fabric remained stuck to her pubes, and then snapped down to meet
the rest of the panties, now bunched on her legs. He loved that moment,
and pulled them up to capture it again, bending over to kiss her lips
when it passed. He turned the girl around and delighted to the sight of
the panties moving over her bottom as he pulled them down over the
cheeks. The girl stood silently, just as he wished. This was between
him, her bottom and the panties, and he didn't want to be interrupted.
He thought of an idea, and left her standing, panties rolled on her
thighs, while he retrieved a plastic vibrating egg and some lubricant
from the kitchen. The vibrator was smooth all over, and was turned on by
twisting it closed, so the entire egg could be inserted inside. He
walked past to her to the bed, giving her bottom a squeeze on the way
by, and sat back down in front of her to lubricate the egg while she
watched. She was already spreading her legs as he reached for her, first
stretching the panties between them, and when that wasn't enough,
squatting down a bit. He twisted the egg shut and smeared the lubricant
over one end as it began to buzz, then slowly inserted it past her lips,
enjoying the way she squirmed and squeaked as the egg tickled her. When
the egg was half way in he put a little more lube on the end and pushed
it home. He felt it move past her opening and settle in behind, held in
the front of her canal. He straightened her up, pushed her legs together
and pulled the panties up tight.
The girl had obviously been taken aback at first, wondering what game
was up this time, but when she saw what he intended she went along with
the fun, giggling and moaning as the egg was inserted. She now stood
with her eyes closed, her hands on her hips and her legs just apart as
the sensation from the vibrator started to have its effect. The man just
enjoyed watching her stand there for awhile, slowly heating up,
squatting a little more and moving her hands to her legs. ``Dance for
me,'' he suggested, and the girl giggled again, starting to sway her
hips gingerly.
She moved a little stiffly at first, but soon accommodated her motion to
the intruder inside her, playing with the panties as she danced, high on
the pot. She bent over with her ass in his lap and slowly pull them
down, rubbed her bare bottom on his cock, and then danced away, pulling
the panties back up. Then she turned around and used his erection to
push the fabric between the lips of her pussy, pumping up and down,
rubbing his cock in the fabric crack until he was mad for the feel of
her. She made it even more intense for him, pulling her panties just
past her pussy, and teased the tip of his cock by pulling herself apart
and grabbing at it with her bare lips. He raised up and reached for her,
but she pranced away naughtily, to play more peek-a-boo games with the
panties.
The vibrator was getting to her, and he noticed her squeezing her legs
together when she could, and rubbing herself while she danced. She
teased his cock again another way, pulling the panties up between her
ass crack and nibbling at it with her cheeks, then doing the same from
the front, surrounding his shaft with her pussy lips and running them up
and down the back of his shaft. She pulled the panties up tight and
quivered her hand to make the fabric rub both his cock and her clit at
once, as she closed her eyes and groaned. He decided she had done well
enough, and knelt on the floor in front of her, pulled the panties down
a little and kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue up her inner lips as
his hands gripped her ass. He reached her clit and curled the tip of his
tongue around, and the girl came hrd from the dual stimulation going on
between her legs.
He let her finish as she held onto his shoulders, gently kissing and
licking her outer lips. He could hear the vibrator buzzing inside her
still, and thought it was time to take it out. He sat back on the bed
and pulled her to him, pushing the panties down a bit more, and
flattened out the fabric so it was stretched underneath her, ready to
catch. ``Let it come out,'' he said, and the girl moaned and shifted her
position, trying to figure it out. ``Just relax and let it drop down,
then squeeze it out.'' The girl worked on it for a few moments, then
settled her feet and held on to his arms, closing her eyes. He was
watching the show between her legs closely, and was rewarded by the
sight of the egg dropping down from her lips to land in the panties, and
he laughed. The girl opened her eyes and looked down, surprised to see
what was between her thighs, and giggled and blushed.
He put the egg aside, twisting it off, and pulled the flowered panties
up again, laying back on the bed, the girl following. He lay with her
for awhile as the cannabis peaked off in intensity and started to mellow
into the soft letdown state. She teased his cock with her fingers, and
he played with her in her panties; feeling her bottom through the soft
cotton, then tracing her pussy lips, pushing the fabric down into the
crease to mold her lips, finally sliding his hand under the elastic and
touching her everywhere, his hand encased in panties. He sat up and
moved off the bed, pulling her legs to the edge and then up in the air,
grabbing the panties and pulling them off. ``In the chair,'' he said,
and the girl got up slowly, head drifting with the music, and allowed
him to set her kneeling in the soft recliner, ass up in the air.
He walked into the kitchen and removed the dildo mold from the freezer,
running warm water over it to release the ice. It was molded in the
shape of a cock, except that there was a flat knob on the end that would
rest right up against her asshole when it plunged inside. He pulled a
large dry towel from a drawer, and a moist towel he had wrapped in a
microwave bread warmer. He went back over to the girl, who still
patiently waived her ass in the air as she rocked a little in the chair.
He felt the curve of her cheeks, and then squirted some lube right in
her bottom, causing the girl to catch her breath in surprise. She
relaxed again, as she must have figured what was coming. He didn't
disappoint her, putting the tip of his cock to her opening, gradually
sliding in as she relaxed and groaned her pleasure. He ran himself all
the way in, enjoying the feeling of the girl rocking in the chair with
his cock sliding inside.
The man was pent up from the previous day, and couldn't stand too much
of this, wanting to save his cum for the girl's first time. He held back
for a minute or two, and then allowed himself to fall out, quickly
grabbing the ice wrapped in the towel and substituting it up her ass for
his cock. The dildo slid all the way in easily, the girl not being on
guard, until the base snugged up against her, covering the opening. He
slid the dry towel underneath her and made himself ready, wrapping his
cock in the warm towel like a pig in a blanket.
It took the girl a few moments to realize something was wrong, either
because whatever was in her ass wasn't moving, or because the cold
sensation had been recognized by her nerves. She turned her head around
to face him, her hair whipping to the side, and he explained, ``it's
ice. Don't worry, it's not intended to hurt.'' He heard her sharp intake
of breath, no doubt remembering her last encounter, and he saw the clear
shaft begin to slide out of her bottom. He pressed it back in and held
it by the base, twisting it around a little. The girl had raised herself
up on her arms, and was clearly tense, waiting for the sensation to take
hold.
Within a couple of minutes she appeared to be feeling discomfort, and
shortly thereafter her legs began to twitch as she gripped the arms of
the chair. At first she was silent, but gradually he could hear her
breathing increase and her head start to shake. She began to moan and
squeak a little, one leg crossing over the other, trying to stand it.
Just at that moment he pulled the ice out, dropping it on the dry towel,
and shoved his cock in her ass, which was toasty warm from being in the
nearly hot moist towel. The sensation of moving his cock from warmth to
the cold of her bottom was incredible, and he couldn't move for fear of
bursting. The girl nearly screamed, and then moaned as her bottom
transmitted the feeling to her. They stayed locked together as their
temperatures met, the pleasure intense.
He withdrew, and left the ice to melt in the towel, picking up the
shaken girl and moving her to the bed. He laid her down on her back and
raised her knees to expose her pussy, wiping her clean with the moist
towel, which he replaced in the warmer. He climbed over her, and
kneeling right next to her with his feet at her head, he leaned over and
pushed his hands under her bottom, kissing down her thighs to her pussy.
In this position his cock hung underneath him, and the girl tried to
move her head underneath. ``No, I couldn't take it,'' he said from
between her legs, ``just squeeze it a little and play with it, this is
for you.'' He took his time, tracing her lips with his tongue, kissing
them and sucking them into his mouth, tasting the warm girl. Finally he
leaned over and pushed the top of his head into the bed while he lifted
her ass, plunging his tongue into the girl's pussy, this time for keeps.
He could curl the end of his tongue, and he did so, making it appear
almost like the tip of his cock, thrusting it in and out of her with
abandon. He felt the girl's hand stroking his cock stop its motion, and
then grip it like a handle as she stared to come, over and over as he
thrashed his tongue inside her, forcing him to hunch his butt up to try
and free it from her grip. It was too much for her, and she squeezed her
thighs together, pushing him out. He acknowledged her wishes, and kissed
her lightly on the outside lips as she finished her orgasm, finally
releasing the grip on his cock and going slack, breathing hard.
He gave her time to time to recover, feeling her gradually warming up as
he began again, this time tracing the ridges of her inner lips, up and
around her clitoris hood and back down, all the way to her ass and
around it. He could feel her hand back on his cock, stroking it gently
this time, teasing the tip and brushing lightly over his pubic hair,
causing him to groan with his mouth full of pussy. The girl was panting
again and he felt her hips thrusting lightly under his hands, so he
increased the sensations on her clit, working up from underneath and
burrowing under the front of her hood, pushing the skin way to expose
some of the hard nub underneath. He felt her left hand rubbing the back
of his head, urging him on, and he began to suck and lick her, pushing
his lips over the hood while his tongue flicked her clit. Again the girl
moaned and bucked, and then began to squeal as he continued to suck her
through her orgasm. Again she pulled away, and he kissed and licked her
legs and tummy, allowing her to come down.
He gave her a final kiss on the pussy lips and climbed up to lay with
her, tracing his tongue over and around her smooth, puffy nipples as she
trembled. He spent some time sucking and licking each one in turn, while
she held his head in her hands. He reached over and tilted her head up
to drink some water, and rubbed her back from behind as she held the
glass. He lay back down with her and held her to him for a moment.
``It's time'' he told her, ``but play with me for awhile first, make me
want it even more.''
He lay back on the bed and propped his head up on pillows so he could
enjoy the show, and the girl went to work, sucking and teasing his cock,
using all her moves; flicking the head with her tongue, whipping it with
her hair, squeezing it with the tips of her fingers, even batting her
eyelashes over the very tip, which made him laugh out loud. She did
something new this time, using one nipple and then the other, rubbing
just the tip of them all over his cock, starting from the base and
working up to the head. The feeling of her smooth puffies on the front
slope of his tip made his cock swell and throb until he could hardly
take it. She ended by hugging it against her face, smiling at him. He
motioned her to come up on top of him, and saw her eyes light up as she
understood. ``Go ahead,'' he told her, ``keep it very slow.''
7. The girl and her man
Crystal was in the mood for love, the man having shown every sign that
he was going to make up for the frenetic bondage session of last night,
not that she expected there would be no further such occasions. She knew
the man liked to hurt her, but she hoped he would grow to enjoy this
kind of fun more. Everything was going her way tonight, she thought; the
dinner, the pot-smoke smooching, which she grown to crave, even the ice
game. She had expected it to be painful, but the man was true to his
word, and the experience had been thrilling. She remembered the feeling
of his warmth in her cold ass and tingled, as she teased the man until
his cock throbbed.
When the man gave her the sign, she straddled his hips with her legs and
sat down tentatively on his erection, guiding it into her pussy. She
felt the head tickling her inner lips, and then making contact with her
flesh as she corrected the angle and found her hole. She could feel the
head slipping past the entrance and then swelling to fill the passage
behind. The girl was in rapture as she slowly sunk down on it, until her
bottom resting on his legs, her hands on her knees as she squatted. He
helped hold her up as she shifted her position to get as comfortable as
she could on her knees, and she leaned forward on her hands and began to
move hips up and down, a little clumsy at first.
The man lay back and shut his eyes, and she concentrated on feeling him
inside her lubricated pussy, every bit of his cock engulfed in warm wet
vagina that was as tight as a sock. She began to get the rhythm and
slowly worked up and down his shaft, her eyes closed and a smile on her
face that said this is the way sex was suppose to be. She began to move
faster, but the man grabbed her by the bottom and set the pace with firm
pressure. She didn't want him to cum yet either, and understood he was
telling her that if she moved even a bit faster he would explode into
her. She relaxed and gave into the feeling of being filled without
trying to build to her pleasure.
The man could just reach her nipples if he lifted his head, and they
tingled and glowed as he sucked one between his lips and then the other
as her chest rose and fell from her breathing. They stayed like that for
a long time, and twice she came impaled on him, letting the sensation
build up on its own and spill over. Her legs were tired from the strain
and her pussy was starting to dry out just a little, but as usual the
man anticipated her feelings and changed gears.
He lifted her off by her waist, tossed her on the bed next to him
playfully, and she laughed as she bounced on the bed. He took a sip of
water and delivered it to her mouth, releasing it into her as they
kissed, causing her to giggle like a little girl doing something
naughty, which she was; naughty, nasty little Crystal, she thought to
herself. His slipped some lubricant into her from the same bottle he
usually used, and pulled her knees up, climbing on top and entering her
quickly, keeping his weight off her with his arms. He glided into her
with practiced ease, giving the upper parts of her pussy a little push
every time he bottomed out, and she lay her head back and shut her eyes,
feeling the familiar wave rise from her insides.
As she came again, she lifted her feet to press on his butt and threw
her arms around his neck, and he stopped thrusting while her pussy
spasmed and gripped his cock. When she collapsed back on the bed he
resumed his slow, intense strokes and she groaned in delight, her pussy
slick around him, expanding and contracting as his cock moved in out.
She wanted more, and he provided, plunging into her as far as the
position would allow, lifting up his cock as he pulled out to exert
upward pressure, hesitating on the brink and then sinking back all the
way and grinding himself against her, causing her to cum again and then
quickly twice more with his cock firmly gripped inside.
She felt herself being rolled over as she moaned some more, putting the
familiar pillow under her hips. This time she felt him apply lubricant
to her anus, but he sank into her pussy again from behind while he sat
on his haunches and pulled her bottom towards him. There was so much
lubricant in the girl mixed with her own, that his cock made a liquid
sound as it moved in and out. She liked this position especially, as the
man massaged her back as he rocked back and forth, his hands stroking up
her back, gripping her shoulders as he reached the maximum penetration.
She tried to nip at his penis at it withdrew, making him laugh.
She felt him stop his motion with his cock poised at the entrance, and
while she anticipated his next stroke, he instead plunged slowly into
her ass, causing her to cry out and lift her head, grunting into another
orgasm. Her ass gripped his cock, but he continued to push into her even
as she spasmed, the sensation nearly unbearable. When the initial wave
subsided he let his cock slip down at the end of the next stroke and
glided into her wet and warm pussy, and the girl pushed her bottom back
to meet him, as he held her still, fully impaled. She liked the feeling
of him being back inside her pussy again better, it felt so right, and
she wished he would stay that way and rub her back all night.
The man wanted something different apparently, and rolled on his back,
pulling her onto her knees between his legs with his strong hands, and
she knew what he wanted from her. She turned around as he guided her and
backed onto his shaft, which easily slid inside her like it belonged,
while he lifted his feet to rest on her bottom. The pressure of his cock
in this position was towards her back, and wasn't as good for her, but
she needed a break from cumming over and over again, and gladly pleased
the man, using her arms to push her bottom back into his lap, varying
the speed to keep him tightly aroused, but not getting into a rhythm
that would make him cum yet.
After doing this for a few minutes, she thought of a different angle
that would please her as well, and she pulled out from his lap, leaving
his feet dangling in the air, and a funny expression on his face that
seemed to say, where are you going? She answered him by turning around
and sitting in his lap, reaching down to guide him inside, but finding
it wasn't necessary, already sinking down his shaft. Her legs were
spread over his, and she lay back on her arms and thrust into him slowly
again, while he did the same. His cock strained to stand up straight,
pressing against the front of her pussy, and she felt herself warming up
again, moving a little faster.
All of the sudden the man groaned and disengaged, sitting up on his
knees and pushing her down. He grabbed her right leg and flexed her
knee, pulling it up under his left arm as he rolled her onto her side
and straddled her left leg, splitting her open. He drove his cock
inside, and she was now impaled ninety degrees to his body. He adjusted
her leg and pushed into her while his balls rubbed along the inside of
her right thigh. He moved slowly, but steadily, and she could feel his
cock swelling as his movements grew more regular. She concentrated on
the feeling, hoping to reach her pleasure at the same time, to grip him
as he squirted inside her for the first time.
He adjusted his grip on her leg again, and placed the other hand on the
curve of her bottom, pulling her towards him, compressing her pussy lips
against the hair around the base of his penis, and she felt something
tickling deep in her stomach. He moved his knees forward and thrust in
again hard, and she sensed the tip of his cock press against something
inside, pause against the pressure and then move inside of it while she
gasped and squirmed underneath him, wondering at the strange sensation,
as the head of his cock reached and penetrated part way through her
cervix, the lip of the soft head not quite passing the entrance.
The feeling overwhelmed her, a shattering orgasm hitting her like a wall
of soft fire from somewhere deep inside, and then she felt it; first a
little spurt and then a long rush of cum that splattered directly into
her uterus. She lost control of herself, flailing in his arms, cumming
hard over and over again as he fell back away from the opening, still
spurting through it and onto the outside surface, which was now
sensitized by the contact. Again she tensed and came, gripping him
tightly and causing him to cry out, being held deep inside her at his
most sensitive state. She heard him breathe in relief as she
relinquished his cock, and he fell over on the bed behind her back,
still inside her as their legs tangled together.
The man and the girl lay like that for awhile, and when his cock shrunk
and fell out, he grabbed some tissues and stuffed them between the
girl's legs to prevent a flood. He held her close to him, nibbling her
ear and stroking her soft tummy, already thinking of being inside her
again, and her the same. They fell asleep like that and didn't wake
until the middle of the night. Without speaking about it, the girl
performed her bathroom chores, cleaning her pussy in the bidet and went
back to the bed, straightening up the covers as the man cleaned himself.
She was waiting for him when he returned, and he fell in bed and pulled
her to him, hands and lips soon busy on each other. They had each other
again later that night, and once in the morning, and if anyone could
have seen them together, they might have said they were making love.
7. Suddenly, welcome to L.A.
The man packed away the restraints into the duffle bag and checked on
Crystal, who was lying in the motel bed. The drug she had been given for
the trip in the hidden compartment of his plane was starting to wear
off, and she was moving a little under the sheet. Time to go, the man
thought. He was anxious to get back in any case, having thought up a
game for the plump little eight year-old blonde girl locked in his
basement.
The new girl was Julie, and he had taken her from a trailer park in a
dreary midwest city, stealing her from a worthless souse of a mother who
probably was glad the food bill had been reduced. Julie was nearly obese
when she arrived, but Crystal had cheerfully worked her out with the
help of a lot of brutal whippings, to the point where she was nicely
toned and firm, a little butterball of a girl with fat cone-shaped
titties whose nipples could just touch around his cock if the girl
hunched over and she squeezed hard enough. I don't guess she'll miss
Crystal, he said to himself, thinking of the cane thrashing she had
given the tiny plumper, just to remind her to be good. She probably
wouldn't miss Crystal's pussy either, which was more or less constantly
pressed to Julie's lips when she had the chance.
He laid out the things he was leaving for her on the table; a birth
certificate altered to make her an adult, two untraceable bank drafts
for $100,000 each, a wad of cash for pin money, a change of clothes, the
business card of an attorney already retained, who was waiting with the
deed to a furnished beach condominium carefully purchased in her name,
and the contact number of the owner of the most secret brothel and s & m
club in L.A., catering to the wealthiest clients in the world. Finally
on top of the clothes he had coiled a fine black leather bull whip, cut
down to fit her size, with an quartz crystal cap on the end of the
handle filled in gold with her name. God help the buttocks of Hollywood,
he thought.
The man sat on the bed watching the girl sleep for a few minutes,
pulling the covers back to admire her body for the last time. Her tummy
was now flat, and her pussy had taken on a mature look, a fine covering
of brown hairs just starting to sprout on the upper mound. Her chest was
no longer just nipples on a flat plane, but had swelled up into breasts
with soft puffy tips, and he removed a glove to feel one as he examined
her face. She could no longer pass for Linda Blair's twin, but might at
first glance. Her cheeks were flatter, and her pug nose had thinned out
and taken on a refined shape. She was developing a beauty of her own, he
thought, looking eighteen at twelve and two weeks.
He thought about their time together, which was over in little more than
a year, the girl maturing quickly. He covered her up and tucked her in,
giving her one last kiss on the forehead, brushing back her soft thick
hair. Life was short, and youth fleeting, he thought with regret. But he
shook the feeling off and left her in the room, stopping to put the ``do
not disturb'' sign on the door. He opened the car window as he drove
back to the airport, breathing in the cool air of a California dawn, and
as he thought of his cock between the lips of the little piglet waiting
for him at home, you could hear him chuckling to himself.