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LIFE WITH VIRTUAL LANA THE VISIT (Mf, cons, pedo, incest)
BY IMAGINOS
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This is purely a work of
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actions described,
This story is not for everyone and may contain some quite graphical
depictions of children, adolescents, and adults in extreme sexual
situations. If any of this subject matter offends you then don't read
it.
The things depicted herein are purely fiction. I do not condone any of
the actions depicted.
If you've gotten past that, I'm going to assume that, like me, you are a
sick fuck who gets off on pre-teens. If not, what the fuck are you
doing reading this?
*ring-ring*
"Hello? . . . Oh, hi EW. . . . What's that? You need me to come over in
about half an hour? . . . Well, I don't know," I said, looking at the
clock, having quite a few things to get done this Saturday. "Is it
important? . . . Oh, I see; there's something going on." --deep sigh--
"Well, ok, but I really can't stay long. See you in about thirty minutes
then."
I thought I heard an odd sound in the background as I hung up the phone,
but I was in a hurry and had other things on my mind so simply dismissed
it. Of all days for EW to decide to play 'mystery' with me. I had quite
a few errands to run, things to do, and now he wanted me to just drop
everything and hurry right over for some unspecified but 'important'
thing.
It was about forty-five minutes later when I walked up to the front door
and somewhat impatiently knocked. Then knocked again, somewhat harder,
fifteen seconds later when no one answered. "EW? You there?" I called
out, thinking I heard a noise inside. I tried peering through the
window, but the drapes were pulled tight. Knocking again I called out,
louder, "Come one EW!"
then tried the doorknob. It was locked. Great. The door rattled in its
frame as I tugged, and this time I was certain I heard a muffled sound
from inside.
Muttering to myself I strolled around to the back of the house, thinking
that perhaps EW was in the backyard, doing whatever this mysterious
thing was he called me over for. But nope, the yard was as empty and
devoid, as a politician of pure saintly motives.
*knock! knock!*
"C'mon c'mon EW, where the heck are you?" I called out, rapping on the
back door. No joy. Again I tried the knob but, this time, instead of it
being locked, it smoothly turned in my hand. I opened the door and
peered past the frame, calling out "EW?"
I couldn't be mistaken *this* time, I heard a soft thumpthumpthump from
the front of the house. 'What the heck is going *on* here?' I thought,
as I cautiously stepped inside, carefully closing the door so it didn't
make a sound. I silently moved, balanced on the balls of my feet,
towards the living room, towards the source of those odd faint sounds.
"EW? Is that yo . . . " I started to softly ask as I entered the living
room, only to freeze in stunned surprise at what I saw.
In the corner of the living room, near where the couch was, stood a
beautiful virtual little girl. A beautiful *naked* virtual little girl.
A beautiful, naked, somewhat bound *and* gagged virtual little 9 yeat
old girl, eyes huge and round, a soft blush on her cheeks, lightly
flowing down her throat.
A blush that deepened even more, flowed even further downwards, as I
just stood there, jaw dropped . . . and stared.
Oh yes I stared. Absolutely no way I could *not* have stared. When one
confronts a dream, one doesn't just close their eyes and try to wake up,
after all.
She was facing me at the moment, caught in the act of trying to wriggle
behind the sofa to hide. That much was obvious to me from the start.
That immediately told me that her current predicament was, in no way, a
result of burglary or the like. Add to that the coils of soft rope still
on the couch, the roll of duct tape, the small leather cuffs, and other
items of restraint, pleasure and pain there, then add that her
expression was shy nervous embarrassment, and I knew, beyond any doubt,
that this tiny virtual girl was *not* like this from force.
Her hands were behind her, so I couldn't see how they were secured. And
they *had to be secured behind her, because I *could* see the muscles of
her little arms twitch, as she instinctively tried to bring them around
to cover herself . . . and couldn't. She blushed even more at that,
twisted her little body a bit to the side, trying to position herself
from my eyes. Her little mouth was gaped wide, filled with a small round
rubber ball gag firmly strapped and buckled in place. My eyes took that
in: the ball was sized perfect for her, and that couldn't be an accident
at all. It had to have been there for some time, too, for her little
chin was shining with slickness, little sticky threads of drool dripping
downwards, coating her pretty bare chest with saliva.
She blushed even more when she saw me notice--*and* smile--at that, her
tiny perfect toes wriggling and curling in embarrassment in little
golden sandals. I wasn't thinking, not really, at that point, simply
enchanted at the vision before me. I tipped my head to one side,
silently telling her to step more away from the sofa, to move to the
middle of the room.
Much to my surprise, she did just that, hesitating only for a moment
before doing so. Then I simply just started walking slowly around her,
around and around; watching, observing, appraising. Making no effort to
disguise that either. Her little wrists *were*, I noticed, indeed tied:
crossed and firmly secured in a figure-eight looping of the same rope on
the couch, the ropes just snug enough that I could see the smooth skin
beneath lightly compressed. She shivered a bit as I took her tiny hands
in one of my wide broad ones. Warm, not cool or cold. Good, that meant
her circulation was fine.
I couldn't see the buckle of the ballgag, as her cascading hair covered
that. Then again, I really didn't need to, as I could see how the
leather straps creased her little cheeks, could see how snugly the ball
filled her wide-open small mouth, little full pouty lips embracing the
ball top and bottom. Her crotchrope, now . . .
The waist ropes constricted her little waist quite a bit, digging in,
while the vertical ones . . . the two of them were pulled so taut as to
actually disappear within her tiny cleft, puffing out the petals on
either side and hiding the bindings within. My brows lifted when I
noticed that those smooth bare folds were more then just puffed out from
the rope tension itself, indeed, they were softly swollen, a light dusky
blush tinting them.
I deeply gazed into her wide huge eyes, eyes that dropped to stare at
her tiny curling toes when I murmured, "It seems a pretty little virtual
girl *likes* being tied up, doesn't she?" Needless to say I got no
verbal answer, just a very shy embarrassed nod. Not that I *really*
needed that confirmation, not with what I'd seen so far.
"So," I asked, as I continued to slowly walk around her, admiring, "What
were you trying to do? Hide?"
Again I got that tiny nod as she, now and then, peeped up at me.
"Naughty naughty!" I softly murmured, my tone not at all scolding but
lightly teasing. "Can't have that any more, can we?"
At that her head flew up, looking at me with even wider eyes. Huge orbs
that never stopped watching me, as I wandered into the dining room,
picked up a sturdy wooden chair, then returned to the living room with
it, placing it in the middle of the floor next to her, then walked over
to the couch and selected several lengths of soft rope. Returning to
her, I gently placed my wide hands atop her small shoulders, then guided
her backwards, until little knees touched the back of the chair and she
abruptly sat down.
Taking a long length of rope, I firmly wrapped it several times around
her chest, passing them between slender little arms and body, just under
her arms, then slid her a little forwards until the backs of her
shoulders rested snugly to the chair back. She was too small to place
her bound arms up and over the back of the chair, so I had to secure her
another way, I knew, as I then tightly tied the ends around the chair,
securing her upper body to the chair back. Walking back over to the
couch I picked up a small firm cushion, slipping that behind her rump to
keep her hips thrust forwards, then tied ropes to the side of her
crotchrope, pulling them tightly down and back before knotting the ends
under the chair seat. Now she could not sit up straight, nor slide down
further, her pretty little naked virtual body now slightly flushed.
I could see her chest start rising and falling a little faster, tiny
little nipples growing more puckered and taut. I wasn't finished,
however, as I crouched, took one beautiful slim, tiny fragile ankle in
my hand, lightly caressing it several moments before tying rope around
it, then pressing it down and back, securing it low down to one of the
side rungs in back. I repeated the same to the other little ankle, then
finished by tying her little bent knees to the arms of the chair.
Rising now, I just looked down at her. Snugly bound, semi-reclined,
totally exposed and helplessly on display. And *she* knew that, too.
"There now!" I said with satisfaction. "There'll be no hiding *now*,
will there?" and was immensely satisfied and pleased at her rapid little
nods. Pleased just as much at watching her respond to that helplessness,
to her vulnerable exposure.
I patted her on the head, then said, "Well, I guess I'll just have to
come back another day, and see what EW wanted with me," then started
walking to the back door. Hugely grinning at the first muffled surprised
squeal, then the more rapid--but no less muffled--pleadings that
followed, and then the creak of wood and rope as that tiny, helplessly
bound virtual body twisted and squirmed in her ropes, finding no slack,
no escape.
Opening the refrigerator very carefully, making not a sound, I rooted
around until I found a Pepsi, then just as quietly closed the door. Then
waited for EW's return, a bazillion questions running in my mind, not
the least of them the hope that I'd be asked to come over more often in
the future 'because something's going on', and with the understanding
that *everything* on the couch (and whatever else *I* might choose to
bring) were free for me to use. As would be the tiny beautiful virtual
girl herself.