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THIRD WORLD GIRL (ped)
BY CC
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Sunny skies, busy street in a crowded city, people everywhere, tantalizing
smells from the restaurants and sidewalk cafes mingling with the poor sewage
and unwashed bodies; it should have been a distracting scene. But as C walked
through the bustling third-world streets, his mind was elsewhere...
"Oh, Daddy, please! Do I haveta be punished??!!" his little girl would beg.
But C would be stern and implacable. Pulling her over his lap, he would spank
her until her bottom was sufficiently reddened while she yelped. Then he
would stand up and survey the scene: a pretty little girl with a bow or barette
in her hair, dressed in some suitably immature clothing (jumper, child's
pajamas, plaid wrap-around skirt and saddle shoes, etc), rubbing her nose
and her bottom as she sobbed and sniffed. The sight would stimulate him intensely,
so he would strip her naked as she protested, "Daddy! Do I haveta be all
naked? Oh, but Daddy, you'll be able to see my nipples and...and everthing!"
"It's big girl punishment for you tonight, young lady!" C would growl, as
he brought out the riding crop, or perhaps began to undo his belt.
"Oooh, Daaaddy! Big girl punishment??!! But I'm only ten!" she would wail,
but in vain.
"You're going to get a bra-and-panties whipping, little missy!" he would
announce, all her protests in vain. Stroke after stroke would fall on her
buttocks, her little breasts, and finally full upon her unfledged girlcleft
as she nearly screamed from the intensity of her strict, intimate punishment.
The whipping would indeed leave her with a "bra and panties" of reddened
girlflesh.
Finally he would relent, and would sit down on the couch or chair, pulling
her onto his lap as she sobbed. She would bury her face into him, staining
his shirt with her tears, as he stroked her silky hair and murmured endearments
to her. After a while she would shift apparently uncomfortably on his lap
and ask innocently, "Daddy, what's that hard thing pressing on my bottom?"
"That's Daddy's punishment rod, sweetie," C would answer.
"P-punishment rod? Are you g-going to sp-spank me with it?" she would ask
charmingly.
"Not exactly, little one. Daddies use their punisment rods to rape their
little girls' anuses and girlclefts for punishment. And I think you're just
about ready for that."
And with that, he would bend her over the edge of the couch, lubricate her
rosebud, and ram his rod inside of her, thrusting deeply and unmercifully
into her tender, delicate anus as she would scream, "AAAAA! OHDADDYI'LLBEGOOD!
OH DADDY YOU'RE RAPING MY ANUS! OOO- OOOO-OOOOOO!" He would reach around
and molest her clitoris as he pistoned in and out of his little girl, until
soon she was bucking and sobbing as she came. Then he would let loose, grinding
his pubic bone against her buttocks, emptying his load into her rectum as
she came, and wept, and came.
Then C and his wife would head for the showers!
He had been so blessed, to have a wife who was so willing and eager to match
her desires to his, even to the point of spanking and ageplay, pretending
to be a pretty and punished little preteen, instead of the beautiful young
woman she was. But it had all ended too soon, too soon. A sudden illness,
no help for it, nothing that could be done. She was gone so quickly.
That was only two years ago. He was finally trying to come out of the nosedive
losing her had put him into. Friends and family had convinced him to go on
a trip, to get away from it all, and he had complied. He set sail in his
Morgan onto the gulf, flitting from cove to cove, finally putting into port
in the city, tying up at a secure marina for a stiff fee. Then he made his
way into town. But even now his thoughts kept going back to the times they
had together.
C wandered aimlessly through the city streets. He didn't care where he went.
Certain parts of town were best avoided by gringo tourists, but he was heedless
of that. Besides, he was well versed in martial arts, and, through connections
he had made with the police, he was armed. At any rate no one bothered him,
even when he drifted into the seedier parts of town. Finally someone accosted
him:
"Senor, wanna girl? Nice girl, little girl! She not cost much, she not too
big, y'know? Heh, heh!" The man was grubby and small, and leered at C suggestively.
Almost against his will he nodded and followed the man deeper into one of
the grimier districts of the city.
Entering a hovel, C was struck immediately with how small, dirty, and repulsive
the interior was, nearly matching its owner. Then he saw the other inhabitant
of the shanty: a young girl, probably about ten, lying on a dirty mattress
on the floor. She was dressed in a skimpy, torn shift, not adequate to conceal
her nakedness. Although she was covered with the nearly ubiquitous layer
of dirt all the children seemed to wear, to his eyes she seemed to glow,
like an angel. An angel in despair; she clearly had some idea of what her
father planned for her, and did not relish it. She trembled, and avoided
C's eyes.
Multiple impressions flooded him. For the first time, the memories of his
wife were almost driven from him. He was filled with lust for this girl.
Visions of stripping, spanking, whipping, and raping her raced through his
mind. Yet another part of him was filled with tender regard for her, a desire
to cherish and protect her like a daughter. He came to a quick decision.
"How much?" he brusquely demanded.
The father named what would have otherwise been an exorbitant price for a
young whore in that town. "Ees so much because she so young, and she still
a virgin. You check, eh?" and dealt his daughter a slap on the thigh, telling
her to spread her legs for the man. She glumly complied, shivering with embarrassment
as she bared her unfledged cleft to C's gaze. He had difficulty tearing his
eyes away from her sweetness.
"No, that's not necessary," he finally managed to croak. Shaking himself
out of his trance, he put his roughly sketched-out plan into motion. To the
father's puzzlement, he payed him the sum demanded but ordered him to simply
keep the girl from harm and let no one else touch her for a space of a few
hours. In return he promised an even larger sum when he returned. Then he
left and proceeded swiftly to a lawyer's office. In exchange for what seemed
to the lawyer like a king's ransom, but to C was less than he had feared,
he walked out with the necessary documents.
He returned to the hovel, finding to his relief that nothing had changed
in his absence. He gave the father an additional sum and ordered him to wait
outside. Then he knelt gently at the girl's side. "Little one, don't be afraid.
I'm not going to do anything to you right now. I just want to ask you some
things. Will you talk with me?" The girl nodded shyly. Something in the way
this man spoke with her, the way he looked at her, had produced a certain
hope, that she almost suppressed in fear that it would cheat her. Hers had
been a hard and unpleasant life, and it had appeared that it was about to
become brutal and degrading.
"Has any man ever touched you...down there?" he asked quietly, indicating
her girlcleft, still mostly exposed by the skimpiness of her apparel. She
shook her head firmly. "Do you like living here, with your father?" She hung
her head, and slowly shook it, clearly embarrassed at having to admit that
she did not love her own father. Yet it was easy to understand why. "Is your
mother...?" he began.
"Muerte," she softly replied, looking up at him, clear-eyed but still shy,
wondering where this was leading, not daring to hope.
"Listen to me carefully, little one. I have a big question to ask you. Do
you know what a slave is?" She nodded, uncertainly, not really liking that
question. "Do you know what a wife is?" She gave him a look that any preteen
in the States would have recognized, the "are-you-kidding-me-of-course-I-know-
that" look. "I'll take that for a yes," he said with a grin. She smiled shyly
back. "I would like to have you. I would like you as my daughter." Her eyes
lit up. "I would like you as my wife." She smiled, but seemed a little less
sure. "And I want you as my slave." She dropped her eyes.
"I know, that doesn't sound too good. But let me tell you what I mean. Under
all that dirt (he tousled her hair as he said that; she grinned back) I see
a beautiful little girl." She seemed pleased at the sentiment. "I want to
raise you as my daughter, teach you, give you good clothes to wear and decent
food to eat, a nice house to live in." Her eyes almost closed, hoping against
hope that her dream would not cheat her. Even to live an average working-class
life in her home city had seemed too much to ever wish for. This was like
DisneyWorld! "But I must tell you something. I desire you. I want to use
your body, like a husband with a wife, and more: like a master with his slave.
If I take you with me, I will punish you whenever I want to, and I'll want
to a lot! And I will rape you. I won't tell you that it won't hurt; sometimes
it might. But I will tell you that I will not damage you, and I don't think
it will hurt very much, or very often. When I punish you, it will be like
any father might punish his daughter, except that it will be...sexual. You
may not understand that now, but you will, you will! And I will cherish you,
and protect you, and love you.
"So, what do you think, little one? If I can work it out with your father,
will you come with me, and be my daughter, and my wife, and my slave?" He
waited for her answer with bated breath. She hung her head for a moment.
Then:
"I will go with you, Senor, as you desire it," she breathed softly.
He stooped and planted a kiss on her forehead, then sprang up and called
the father. He popped in like a jack-in-the-box and was clearly surprised
to see his daughter still dressed in what passed for her clothes, apparently
unmolested. C took him aside. He explained that he had a proposition for
him. He would pay him a large sum if he would give up custody of the girl
to C. The father struggled between suspicion, greed, and relief at having
the girl off his hands. They bargained for a while, and finally settled on
a sum substantially less than C had felt comfortable with in the first place.
In no time the papers were signed, and C was now the girl's guardian.
He returned to the girl's side, and, in answer to her questioning look, simply
scooped her up and carried her outside the hovel. He had procured a rental
car while at the lawyer's office, and he quickly deposited her in the back
seat. He drove off with her, leaving her erstwhile father with more money
than he had dreamed of seeing at one time in his life. He motored through
the city until he found a store that met his requirements: he wanted to be
able to buy her at least a little bit of clothing, yet leave her in the car
and be able to see her all the time. A store with shallow depth and a large
front window did the trick. She gratefully pulled on the skirt and blouse
he handed her.
Then came the only part of his plan that really had any risk, though he judged
it to be small. In exchange for the exorbitant docking fee, those who tied
up at the marina received discreet security. Theoretically the guards might
have questioned him, and the harbormaster was supposed to look out for the
comings and goings of tourists and locals. But people were always coming
and going, including children, both of the tourists, and of the locals who
often were hired to cook or clean, bringing their children with them to help
out. C had noticed that none were ever questioned, and no one seemed to count
noses when a boat departed. As long as the captain presented his passport
and notified the master, all went smoothly.
And so it went this time as well. No one seemed to notice as he and the girl
walked quietly out onto the dock and boarded his Morgan. No one cared as
he left her there briefly to run back into town, load up on supplies, get
more clothes for the girl, and return the rental to a convenient nearby drop-off
point. No one questioned them as he slipped his moorings, having said his
official farewell to the harbormaster, and headed out into the Gulf.
Once safely clear of any significant chance of official entanglements, he
steered for a small secluded cove. He sat the girl down on deck and instructed
her. "From now on I want you to call me 'Daddy', or 'Sir'. Do you understand?"
he enquired.
"Yes," she answered, unthinkingly.
"Yes, what?" he demanded, almost sternly.
She got it. "Yes...Daddy! Sir!" she answered hastily.
"That's right," he said with a grin. She smiled shyly back. He considered
for a moment what he wanted to do next, but the grime that still clung to
her convinced him. Even though he might otherwise have wanted to build up
to giving her her first bathing, circumstances demanded otherwise. "You need
a good bath, young lady!" She nodded enthusiastically. Water for bathing
was always in short supply in her prior life. She dreamed of being clean,
of her hair being silky and smooth. "On board ship we do a 'Joy bath'," he
informed her. She had no idea what that meant, but soon found that it consisted
of sea water and Joy dish detergent. Although cold, it cleaned effectively.
He brought out the necessaries: the Joy, washcloths, towels, and the bucket
on a rope. He unceremoniously stripped her, and she stood naked before him,
ten- year-old girl in front of grown man. His rod stirred in his pants at
the sight of her sweet nakedness, filthy though she was. He poured bucket
after bucket of cold sea water over her head as she shivered and yiped. Her
nipples stiffened. He squirted the Joy onto her head and over her body. Then
he cleaned her with his bare hands, working his way from her hair (long;
it took some time to really get it clean) down to her feet (even longer to
get them clean!). He covered, but did not linger at, her delicate parts:
nipples, cleft, even her anus received the same impartial attention he gave
the rest of her. Then he toweled her off briskly and sent her to the cabin
to dress in the little sailor suit he had bought her.
It took her a while (typical girl!), but eventually she was back on deck,
hair brushed out, sailor suit in place. He had bought it short, purposefully,
and she wore no panties, as he had provided none. The edge of her buttocks
could be seen whenever she moved or bent over. She kept trying to pull it
down a little farther, in vain. C grinned at the fetching sight.
He sat down on the starboard seat and called her to him. She shuffled over,
shyly. He unceremoniously tipped her over his lap, tossed up the hem of her
sailor suit, and gave her a brisk, business-like spanking on her bare bottom,
WAK-WAK-WAK! "Oh, Daddy! Ah! OOOH!" she moaned and cried out as he smacked
her and smacked her, until he judged her little cheeks to be sufficiently
reddened. Then he let her up, and she bounced to her feet, rubbing her bottom
and her nose as she sniffled and sobbed. He gathered her in his arms, surprising
her, and held her gently. She quickly relaxed into him, burying her face
into his shirt, snuggling in with an occasional sob or sniff, but mostly
with a contented sigh. He kissed the top of her head and nuzzled her silky
hair.
So began a pleasant voyage for both of them. He showed her the ways of the
boat, and she enjoyed learning how to help him handle her. She quickly figured
out the galley. He had a store of books on board, and she devoured them,
having been taught to read by a missionary who had served in her neighberhood
a few years ago. He held services on Sunday, and under his tutelage she soon
converted.
Her carefree days and evenings were often punctuated by punishment. A few
days after she came on board he introduced her to "the Jolly rope's end".
He pinned the hem of her skirt up, and she blushed to know that her bottom
was naked before him. He ordered her to hug the mast, and she shivered at
the touch of the cold metal against her belly and cleft. Then he took a spare
line and swung the end of it back and forth across her bottom, WHACK-WHACK!
"AAAA!" she cried out. How it stung her little bare buttocks! She danced
from foot to foot as he continued to whip her with the rope on her bottom
and the backs of her thighs, SMACK-WAK-SWAP! "Oh, Daddy! Oh, Daddy, please!
OH-OH- OH!" she yelped fetchingly as he punished and punished her slender
preteen thighs and trim little bottom, laying stripe after red stripe onto
her tender skin. They faded slowly as he held her in his arms afterward,
caressing her buttocks and thighs, cuddling and comforting her as her shoulders
shook and her tears stained his shirt.
As pleasant and stimulating as the voyage was for her, it was even more so
for C. Of course, with that stimulation came frustration as well. When she
first came on board he didn't think she was ready for him to use her sexually,
so he relieved himself privately when she was asleep. As time went on he
gradually sexualized her punishments. At first he merely exposed her buttocks
for punishment. After a while he stripped her naked, leaving her nude and
blushing, ten-year- old girl in front of grown man. She was gorgeous: heartbreakingly
slender, even after her days of improved nutrition. Long, silky brown hair.
Nearly flat chest, breast buds just beginning to form, topped by small, dark
nipples. Slim hips and trim buttocks. Unfledged girlcleft peeping from between
her gleaming thighs. The face of an angel in despair as she awaited her discipline.
He bent her under his arm for a quick spanking, WAPWAPWAP! "OO- OO-OO-OO!"
she yelped as her bottom bounced and she danced from foot to foot. He shifted
his aim until he was smacking her directly on her anus, SMAK! SWAP! WHAP!
"AAAAAA! OH, DADDY PLEASEI'LLBEGOOD! AAAAAAH!" she wailed as she felt the
sting, greatly embarrassed to be so exposed and so punished by a grown man
on this most intimate and private part of a young girl's anatomy.
Soon afterwards he applied the "Jolly rope's end" to her little breasts and
nipples. How she cried out and writhed as she was whipped, SWACK! SWAPP!
WHACK! "AAAH! AAAH! AAAH!" She couldn't believe how intense the punishment
felt, how embarrassing it was to be so exposed before him and punished so
sexually at such a tender age.
After her punishments, he always caressed and rubbed her tender skin where
he had disciplined her. So it was only natural that he was now rubbing her
anus, seizing her nipples and breastbuds, kneading and working her tenderness
as she writhed and moaned on his lap.
It wasn't long before he had her in knee-chest position on the deck, crying
out and sobbing as he brought the "Jolly rope's end" to bear on her anus,
and even on her little unfledged girlcleft, WAAAK! SWAAAP! WAAAP! "OOOOOOO!
AAAAAH! OH- OH-OH-OH! OH, DADDY, PLEASE, MY LITTLE CLEFT! AAAAAA!" He took
her on his lap afterwards and quieted her sobs with gentle but firm rubbing
of her vulva. As he did so, her mouth became dry, her breath short. Soon
she was moaning and crying out, her cleft wetter and wetter, until finally
she was sobbing out a little preteen's orgasm as he kneaded and worked her
unfledged cleftlips and clitoris.
Eventually he was unable to wait any longer. He took her in his arms one
evening and began to question her. He asked her what she thought of her life
with him. Did she wish she were back in her old home? She shook her head,
almost violently. Was she glad he had bought her? She peeped up at him from
under her eyelashes and nodded shyly.
The next day he steered them to port in a little harbor town. He had made
arrangements ahead of time by celphone; the priest was standing by in a little
church. With palm well-greased, he made no comment on the disparity in age
between C and his little girlslave as he raced through a perfunctory ceremony.
Back on board, and out into the Gulf they went. Finding a secluded cove,
he dropped anchor and called her to him. Events had moved so fast that day,
her head was spinning. She barely realized what had happened. Now he took
her tenderly on his lap and told her she was not only his daughter, and his
slave, she was now also his wife. Her face lit up with one of her rare smiles.
He told her it was time for her to be punished completely. She trembled as
he stripped her unceremoniously, leaving her in saddle shoes and socks only,
nipples stiffening from embarrassment and the cool evening seabreeze. He
grasped her trim bottom with one hand, and spanked her full upon her mons
and girlcleft with the other, WAAP! SMAK! "AH-AH-AH!" she cried out. Unmercifully
he continued her cleft-spanking with sharp smacks, making her jerk and moan,
until the sting of her little sex went beyond pain, a burning sensation spreading
through her pelvis.
He tipped her onto the bench, kissing her tenderly on her mouth. She responded
sweetly, tipping up her little face to kiss him back as she smiled through
her tears. He slid down, nibbling her slender neck, then fastening upon first
one nipple, then the other, sucking and biting as she gasped and moaned.
He continued to her navel, pausing to blow a flurbish into it, making her
giggle. "No laughing, young lady," he announced with mock-sternness, and
smacked her sharply on the front of her thighs a few times, making her shiver
and yelp.
He slid down and down, and then he was there. She went rigid at the feel
of his hot mouth on the tender lips of her abused girlcleft. She nearly fainted
as he probed her intact hymen with his tongue, then seized her little clitoris
in a long, excruciating bite between tongue and teeth, the intensity of her
awakening sexuality matched by the overwhelming embarrassment she felt, knowing
that a grown man was so abusing her preteen sex. He reveled in the taste
and feel of her unfledged cleftlips. Seeing and feeling her jerk and spasm
every time he rasped his tongue over her underdeveloped clitoris sent electric
jolts to his rod.
She began to buck and tremble, clearly nearing orgasm. He stood up and brought
"the Jolly rope's end" down sharply onto her smooth, glistening vulva, SMAAK!
"AAAAAAA!" she screamed as climax after climax was torn from her preteen
body. She shook repeatedly, gripped by the intensity of her orgasm, nearly
wailing as pain and pleasure flooded her being. He gathered her up in his
arms and held her on his lap as she shuddered out the last of her come.
After a while she became aware of his manhood pressing through his pants
into her bottom. She shifted a little as if uncomfortable. "What's wrong,
sweetheart?" he inquired, knowing full well what was happening!
"W-what's that...thing in your pants, Daddy?" she timidly inquired.
"That's Daddy's punishment rod, sweetie," C answered.
"P-punishment rod? Are you g-going to sp-spank me with it?" she asked charmingly.
"Not exactly, little one. Daddies use their punisment rods to rape their
little girls' anuses and girlclefts for punishment. And I think you're just
about ready for that."
He kissed her a few times lovingly. Then he laid her back on the seat, positioned
the head of his rampant tool at her unfledged cleft, and thrust firmly, raping
her of her maidenhead and driving for her cervix. She screamed once, loudly,
and then wept and sobbed softly. C waited for a while, still buried deep
within her, pulsating. Soon her distress had died down to the occasional
sob and sniffle. He began to piston in and out of her abused sex as she moaned
with each thrust. C couldn't believe how pleasurable it was to rape this
pretty little preteen. She was so tight, and yet so soft and warm. He nearly
came as he lost himself in the knowledge and experience of taking her maidenhood,
but fortunately he had relieved himself enough lately that he was able to
ravish her thoroughly, with long, hard, and fast strokes as she cried out
rhythmically, "OOOO-OOOO-OOOO!". Even as she gave voice to the loss of her
virginity, the pain of it mixed with pleasure, so that a fresh wave of orgasm
left her arching and spasming as he ground his pubic bone against her little
clitoris. Finally he deigned to empty himself in her little girlhood as she
sobbed and shook.
He wrapped his arms around her and picked her up, impaled as she was on his
manhood, still rampant within her. His seed mixed with a little blood from
her rape, trickling down her leg. He hugged and rocked her for a while as
she vented her feelings: embarrassment, pain, pleasure all mixing together
as she clung to him, her tears trickling onto his chest. He kissed the top
of her head, nuzzling her silky hair.
Soon she fell asleep. He gently withdrew, shifted her to lie horizontally
in his arms, and carried her to their berth.
And they lived happily ever after.
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