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A Young Girl's Plaything gggggggFF/F, gdom, ped, nc, bd, sad, rim, ws, scat
by Sarah J.
Summary: A piano teacher is abducted by her young, pre-teen female students,
then kept as a sex-toy and subjected to continued abuse, torture, humiliation
and degradation by the girls and their friends.
Part One: The Licking-Pony Game
Jenny sat with her feet, in their pretty lace-topped white ankle-socks, between
the grown woman's boobies. She had taken off her panties and sat her little
eight-year-old ass right down on the sobbing woman's face. Now she was busy
wriggling her butt so her helpless slave's nose and mouth went deeper into
her butt-crack. Jenny wanted her actual butt-hole kissed and that's all there
was too it. When the girls wanted something from their grown-up toy, they
always got it.
'Kiss my butt-hole toy,' Jenny giggled, 'an that is sooo gross
but I'm gonna make you do much worse stuff after'.
Then the eight-year-old went back to lashing her captive's breasts
with her riding-crop. Emily Devallier, at thirty-four, was enduring a sudden
and unexpected career change. From respected piano teacher, to a real-live
toy, used solely for amusement by a gang of spoilt prepubescent girls. She
was naked, and bound so skillfully that movement, let alone escape, was impossible.
She could barely breathe now, then she felt her lips touch the horrid girl's
anus - and she kissed it. Then the next instruction came.
Jenny squealed with delight as she felt her plaything's tongue wriggle and
squirm its way deep into her ass. Even though Jenny was only eight, she had
masturbated about making Miss Devallier do this to her since her first lesson.
She even talked to some of her friends about it. Stephanie, who was ten,
said it was sick and disgusting, but only: IF YOU WERE THE ONE THAT HAD TO
DO THE LICKING!! And then they all laughed. But Jenny now owned the useless
thirty-four-year-old bitch, and she was helpless and couldn't say no - in
fact, she couldn't say no to anything Jenny wanted anymore. Which was just
sooo cool. So the poor wretch squirmed under the little girl's ass cheeks,
desperately trying to jam her tongue deeper into her pre-teen owner's butt-hole
all the while trying to avoid the evil sting of the crop as it sliced at
her breasts. The toy's pitiful screams and begging moans were muffled by
Jenny's little ass as the sadistic young girl bounced happily on her new
slave's face.
Jenny was a very naughty girl, and she knew it. But she had always gotten
away with everything - so why should now be any different? Life's very simple
when you're eight, mostly divided into what you can do and what you can't
do, what you'll be allowed to do, and what you wont - and - what stuff you'll
get into trouble for. It seemed to Jenny that piano teachers were boring
and useless, so that was okay, and Miss Devallier had no family or anything,
so she was just being wasted really. Well Jenny had solved all that. Now
Miss Devallier was being very useful, giving all the girls so much fun -
much better than her stupid piano lessons. And, although Jenny couldn't be
sure, maybe mom didn't mind. After all, when that man came asking about Miss
Devallier mom had told him that she never arrived for the lesson. That was
odd. Anyway, this was the best game Jenny ever thought up, and that's all
that mattered.
Teasing was always fun, so every now and again Jenny would lift her little
sweaty butt off Miss Devallier's silly mouth just long enough to listen to
her begging and crying. Jenny loved to hear her do that, she never answered
though, she just giggled and sat back down again. Now her butt was all slippery
and squelchy from Miss Devallier's licking and from sweat - it was hot work
riding the licking-pony (that was Lisa's cool name for this game).
Jenny reached for a Diet-Pepsi on the table by her bed. As she rolled sideways
there was a slurping sound as the licking-pony's face pulled out from her
butt-cheeks - Jenny laughed, nearly choking on her Pepsi, and some even came
out of her nose. And Miss Devallier gasping for air was funny too, but it
didn't last long as Jenny wriggled her hips and settled down to play licking-pony
some more. It was a totally cool game and she would play it for hours.
Emily tried to concentrate. She was struggling to hold on to her sanity,
she knew instinctively that she had to reduce her new world to manageable
chunks if she was to survive. 'The small picture,' she repeated over and
over in her mind. Emily focused on pushing her tongue out further, (ignoring
the aching pain in her jaw). She also concentrated on twirling her tongue
as it went deeper into… well… just deeper. Where her tongue was buried, and
what was pressing down onto her face making her struggle for breath, well,
that was the big picture - if she thought about that she would go mad. So
she concentrated on the task at hand, and stopping that whip. It was all
about stopping that whip.
Three lessons was all she had given the children. They had seemed nice; attentive;
polite even, just as you would expect of girls from wealthy families. The
eight year-olds had asked her questions - was she married? Did she have any
children? Any little girls like them? Emily patiently explained that she
lived alone, and had no family, but that she wasn't lonely or sad, because
she loved her work. And no (in answer to Jennifer's unrelenting questioning),
she didn't have many friends. She was just too busy, that was all.
Everything had seemed normal. Twenty minutes into the third lesson the girls
had said they were thirsty. They ran through the large house to the kitchen
and came back with a glass of soda each, and one for Emily. It was hot so
she readily accepted, sipping at it while she explained the importance of
Middle-C, and then ran though the basic scales again.
After a while the keys blurred and Emily felt a little light-headed. It was
a hot day, but the house was well air-conditioned - perhaps it was something
she ate? Emily remembered asking one of the girls to fetch Jennifer's mother,
but they seem to just stare at her, smiling. Then she just sort of slid gently
sideways from the piano stool and lay on the floor. The girls helped her
to her feet and said they were taking her to see Jennifer's mom, so she went,
leaning on the little girls and struggling to take each stair at a time.
Why were they going upstairs? Why didn't Jennifer's mother come down? Perhaps
she didn't understand how sick Emily was. The last thing Emily remembered
was being lowered onto a bed; then she passed out.
Emily floated in and out of consciousness. She was dimly aware of being handled,
someone was loosening her clothes - that was a good idea when someone faints…
wasn't it? There were sounds of giggling - young girl's giggling - which
was strange.
Emily came round slowly, at first confused, and then frightened. She thought
she was paralyzed, she couldn't move her arms or legs, there was something
in her mouth. Then she was fully awake and her conscious mind pulled all
the pieces together that her sub-conscious had treated as a hazy dream. She
was tied. Emily could feel the thin cord on her wrists, which were behind
her back. She could also feel it around her ankles, and she was gagged; cloth
of some sort. As she jerked her head forward she could see she was naked.
Then panic set in and she began to thrash, tugging at the rope, but that
just made it tighter. Then Emily saw the girls, looking down at her with
smug, pleased smiles.
'Hi Miss Devallier,' said a grinning Jennifer, 'guess wot? You aren't a boring
piano teacher anymore, you are gonna be our new best toy'. With that they
all laughed.
The idea that this was a sick joke wore off after a few days. Emily was kept
naked and tied in Jennifer's closet, amid a jumble of shoes, clothes and
toys. The girls used extra rope to bind her to the lower rail of the clothes-rack
so she could barely move - and the gag (which they had told her with much
amusement was dirty, white school sock) was very effective. The only person
(apart from the girls) who ever came into Jennifer's bedroom was the maid,
she never went in the closet, and if she ever noticed the muffled sounds
she ignored them. Still, Emily felt this couldn't go on long, by now she
had left any ideas of punishing the girls behind and would just settle for
an end to this humiliating prank, but things took a turn for the worse, not
better.
They started beating her. At first it was on impulse - Jennifer, Lisa and
another girl Emily didn't recognize had dragged her out of the closet and
were staring down at her grinning, which had been the routine for several
days. Then they dragged her to the base of Jennifer's bed, tying one ankle
to the bed. Jennifer hesitated, as if she was just making this up as she
went along, then she quickly untied Emily's ankles. Emily tried to make her
move but her legs were numb from not moving, and besides, her right ankle
was still tied to the bed. The girls moved quickly, pulling their captive's
left leg wide, then tying it to the other side of the bed. Emily felt different
almost immediately, acutely aware that things had taken a decidedly different
turn, with her legs spread and her naked vagina completely exposed to the
stares of the little girls the sexual overtones were hard to miss. Jennifer
stepped between the helpless woman's spread legs, and just stood there as
if unsure what to do next. She was wearing white running shoes with pink
stripes, and white ankle socks - then she just lifted one foot, and kicked
Emily in the groin. The toe-punt caught Emily just below her vagina and she
groaned in agony, lifting her shoulders off the carpet. The girls just laughed,
which was worse then the pain and humiliation - they were enjoying it. Jennifer's
second blow was a stamping action, as if Emily's genitals were a bug she
was squishing.
Jenny had thought about hurting her new toy a lot, she had even sat with
Lisa and Hannah drawing pictures of how to hurt a grownup. But now she was
actually doing it… well… it was even more fun than she thought it would be.
Watching Miss Devallier's eyes roll back, and that stupid moaning noise was
just too funny, and she burst out laughing. The prepubescent terror stomped
her helpless victim's cunny bits several times, then ground them with the
serrated sole of her running shoe.
'Cool,' said Lisa, her eyes all wide and excited, 'we should get a whip or
something'.
'Yeah,' agreed Hannah. 'Maybe we could train her to do stuff, like a pet
or something.
Jenny laughed, and stomped menacingly to her closet, where she opened a drawer
and took out her riding crop.
'This will do nicely for toy training I think,' she said, swishing the crop
through the air. The girl's new pet shut her eyes tight. 'No!' shouted Jenny,
lashing the woman's legs, 'never shut your eyes less we tell you to, you
got to look at us when we play wiv you - understand?' The toy nodded and
opened its eyes. Jenny gave the stupid woman her best angry stare, right
in the eyes, with her cheeks puffed out and everything. 'Good,' the eight
year-old said. 'Now… what shall we teach her to do?'
'Something gross,' said Hannah.
'Yeah, really gross,' added Lisa. 'Like… kissing our feet'.
The girls took off their shoes and socks and stood over their toy, who had
started trembling and crying as she looked up at the three evilly grinning
little faces. This just excited Jenny even more, it was cool knowing the
toy was scared. Scaring her was nearly as much fun as hurting her - but not
quite.
'If you make a noise we will kill you an bury you in the woods,' said Jenny
in her most menacing voice. She wouldn't really kill the toy, that was wrong,
but it shut her up. Jenny bent down and untied the long sports sock from
around the toy's head, and pulled the little white one out of its mouth -
it was wet and horrid so she threw it in the laundry basket. Then Lisa placed
her foot over the toy's mouth, Miss Devallier was whimpering a bit, but she
wasn't shouting or anything, just like she'd been told.
'Kiss my foot toy,' said Lisa, and the woman did. 'Again!' said Lisa, giggling.
'Yuk that's gross,' said Hannah, 'I would hate to be a slave'.
'Let me have a go,' said Jenny excitedly. She placed her naked little foot
over Miss Devallier's mouth and made her kiss the sole. Jenny wriggled her
toes looking at the glitter-pink nail polish. It had taken her ages to put
on, and she'd done it very carefully, it hardly went over the edges at all.
Without warning Jenny shoved her toes in the toy's mouth. 'Suck them,' she
giggled, 'suck my pretty toes toy'. Miss Devallier started making noises
like when she had her gag in, but she just lay there with Jenny's foot in
her mouth. Jenny just grinned and whacked one of the toy's boobies with the
crop. 'Suck!' she commanded. 'Suck your owner's toes you loser'. The woman
did as she was told and the other girls clapped and laughed.
'What's it like,' asked Hannah excitedly.
'Really cool,' said Jenny, 'it's all warm an squishy, an you can wriggle
your toes while they're in there'.
'Can I have a go,' Hannah asked, placing her naked foot on Miss Devallier's
cheek.
'Sure,' said Jenny casually, 'we can do it as much as we like - I'm gonna
do it every day so my feet are always nice an clean'. She pulled out her
wet little foot and dried her toes on the toy's hair. Hannah stuck hers in
so quick the toy hardly had time to let out a little moan. Miss Devallier's
mouth was full of little toes again and she looked really miserable about
it, which made sense to Jenny because sucking little girl's feet (especially
when they haven't washed them) was totally gross. But she liked it that her
toy wasn't having fun, that was how it was supposed to be. Toys weren't allowed
to have any fun at all, they were for having fun with.
To be continued…
Ó Sarah J. 2004
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