Amanda's Secret Memories by Angelgirl

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Amanda's Secret Memories

"Introduction"

I can't remember anyone calling me Amanda much after I started my period...

I remember that morning just like it was yesterday. It was late June 1984. It

was the beginning of a new existence for me. My needs, passions, and desires all

began to change that day. All the events in this story are true...The facts are

recorded in my diaries. I have changed some names to protect the guilty.

"The Story"

It all started just before my 11th birthday. It was a Friday morning. I had just

woken up. As I started to get out of bed I felt wetness between my legs. I had

never wet the bed before. I wondered why it was wet now. When I looked on to the

bed I could see that it was covered in blood. I looked between my legs. I was

covered in blood. I started to scream. I thought I was dying. My mother came

into the room and immediately knew what was happening. I could see my daddy

standing in the doorway looking at me with a strange smile on his face. He

didn't come into the room. He just stood in the doorway staring at me. Finally,

my mom got up and closed the door. I could hear her telling him that this was

girl stuff.

Over the next several weeks my mother explained to me what it was to be a

female. She told me about all the functions of the vagina, uterus, and ovaries.

She told me about the differences between men and women. She told me about

intercourse and how it produced a baby.

"Amanda," she said. "You are very young to be starting your period. Some girls

start very early. You just happen to be one of them."

I wondered why my daddy acted as though nothing had happened. He never said

anything to me about what he saw that morning. I wanted so badly for my daddy to

talk to me about it. He never really talked to me about anything. He had always

been kind to me. He would let me do almost anything I wanted, but he would never

hold me in his arms. He never showed me any affection at all. I remember asking

my mom if my daddy loved me. She told me that some men just didn't know how to

show affection.

I wasn't into socializing very much with children of my own age. My interests

seemed so different from theirs. On Saturdays I would spend my days at the

public library. I would read books about faraway places. I would imagine myself

on an African adventure. I imagined myself hunting wild beasts, like lions and

tigers. Things changed for me the day I started my period. I became obsessed

with finding out more information about sex. I read every adult book I could

find. In a short while I thought I knew everything there was to know about sex.

I began to fantasize about what it would be like the first time a man would

touch me. I wondered if it would hurt terribly when he put his penis inside my

vagina for the first time. I wondered what it would be like to touch a man's

penis. I thought I had learned so much. My mother and the books taught me a lot,

but I had never experienced anything.

One day when my parents weren't home I was snooping through my father's den...I

had done this many times before. On this particular day a drawer that was

usually locked was left open. When I opened the drawer I saw that it was full of

pocketbooks. They looked like very cheap books. They had simple covers with no

pictures. There must have been over thirty books in the drawer. I pulled all the

books out onto the floor. As I lifted the last book out of the drawer I saw a

key lying on the bottom of it. I tried the key in the lock of the drawer. It was

the key for the drawer. I sat in my daddy's big chair and started to read one of

the books. I couldn't believe what I was reading.

Rape, Murder, Bondage, Torture, Incest, Bestiality...

I had no idea what the meanings of the words were. I felt terrified at first.

They were talking about things I had never dreamt of. I was almost finished

reading the book when I looked up to see what time it was. I almost died. I had

been sitting in his chair for over two hours. It was almost 4:00 p.m...My daddy

would be home any minute. I threw all the books back into the drawer and closed

it. For some reason I kept the key.

Every night for the next several days all I could think about was the contents

of those books. I wondered why my father would have them. I wondered if that was

why he never touched me. Was it because I wasn't like the girls in his books?

Was it because he was afraid that if he were to touch me he wouldn't be able to

stop himself? I had tried so many times to sit on my daddy's knee. He always

lifted me off of him. I would sit beside him on the couch hoping that he would

put his arm around me and cuddle me close to him. He always acted as if I wasn't

there. Was this what my daddy wanted? Did he want to do the things that were in

his books? I decided to take another look at his books.

One afternoon while my mother was in the kitchen and my father was at work I

snuck back to his office and stole another of his books. I took the book up to

my room. I spent the afternoon reading it. It was a story about a young girl.

She was eight years old. She had been kidnapped by a bunch of men. They did

terrible things to her. They made her take all her clothes off. They beat her

and tied her up. They put their penises in her mouth. When they were finished

with her they cut her up with knives. They killed her. Then they fed her body to

their dogs.

I was sweating when I finished the book. My body was trembling. I hardly had

enough energy to get off my bed and take the book back before my father came

home. Over the next few days I read every book that was it my father's office. I

had read stories about girls with animals, girls being made into sex slaves, and

murder and mutilation. A part of me found the stories totally revolting. They

made me feel sick to my stomach. But another part of me found them intriguing.

The one thing I noticed in all the stories was how much the men wanted to be

with the girls. They would do anything to have a girl for themselves. It excited

me to think about men wanting me that badly. I didn't think about the terrible

things that happened to the girls. All I could think about was the attention

they got. Every night when I went to bed I would put my hands between my legs

and pretend it was a man doing it. I couldn't get the stories out of my mind.

Getting so much attention from a stranger, like the girls in my daddy's books

was all I could think about.

It was 9:00 AM Saturday morning. I was getting ready to go downtown to the

library. My daddy was having coffee at the kitchen table. He looked over his

newspaper at me. He sat there staring at me for what seemed an eternity...I was

becoming very nervous. I wondered if he knew that I had been reading his books.

He seemed to be looking at me differently.

"Amanda," he said to me, "you are becoming a beautiful young lady. You must be

careful when you go downtown alone. The library is just a few blocks away from

Main Street. You should never go there."

He said that there were very bad people down there. He got off his chair and

came towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly to his

body. It felt wonderful in his arms. I could feel the heat from his body. He

kissed me on the forehead. Then it was over. He turned and went back to his

chair.

As I got off the bus in front of the library I looked down towards Main Street.

I wondered what my daddy had meant when he said bad people were down there. I

wondered if he meant that there were men like the men in his book on Main

Street. I stood in front of the big doors of the library for almost ten minutes

before I decided that I was going down to Main Street...

It was a beautiful spring day. It was warm and sunny. I was wearing a light

summer dress. It had buttons all the way up the front. Just before I reached

Main Street there was a large department store. I was looking into the window of

the store when I noticed my reflection. I stood looking at myself in the

reflection wondering if I looked anything like the girls in my daddy's stories.

I was just under five feet tall. My light curly brown hair fell over my

shoulders. I could see the reflection of my blue-green eyes looking back at me.

My sleeveless dress was cut very short. It was almost three inches above my

knees. My breasts were just starting to form. I could see my training bra

through the thin fabric of my dress. I tried to tuck my dress into the waistband

so that it would rise a little higher at the hemline. I wasn't sure what I was

doing. I wasn't sure why I was doing it. I just knew that it made me feel good.

As I walked down Main Street I felt very uneasy. Everything seemed so dirty. I

had never seen so much garbage in my life. There were men sitting on benches and

leaning against the buildings all along the street. As I walked by they would

stare at me. I had seen men looking at me before, but they had always turned

their heads away when I looked back at them. These men just kept staring at me.

I felt very nervous to be amongst them. As I walked down the street I looked

into the windows of the stores. They all seemed to be selling old things. I

began to feel like I was being followed. It was like everyone was staring at me.

I was beginning to wonder if I had done the right thing. Yet, I had a feeling of

excitement rushing through my body like I had never felt before. I could feel

the wetness between my legs.

I stopped in front of a building that had a ticket booth in front of it. I

looked up at the huge sign hanging over it. "Starlight", it said. It was an old

movie theater. I looked at the posters on the wall. There was a war movie

playing. It wasn't any movie that I had ever seen. It was only 10:30 AM. I was

sure that there would be more activity on the street in the afternoon. I thought

that I might feel better if there were more people around. I needed something to

do till then. I decided to go into the movie house for a few hours. When I went

up to the lady at the ticket booth she looked at me really strange. I thought

she must have been wondering why I would be on Main Street all by myself. I told

her that my daddy had told me to come here while he went for a beer. She smiled

down at me and gave me the ticket.

When I walked into the theater the movie was already playing. It was an old

black and white movie. I had never seen a black and white movie before. I walked

down the aisle towards the seats. It really stunk. It smelled like a dirty

bathroom. As my eyes started to adjust to the darkness I could see that the

theater was almost empty. There couldn't have been more than twenty people in

it. I decided to sit over against the far wall. It was darker there than

anywhere else in the theater. For some reason I felt like I would get in trouble

if they saw me there alone.

I had been in the theater about a half-hour when I heard someone walking down

the aisle behind me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that it was a big

fat man in a large raincoat. He was turning down my aisle. He sat in the seat

beside me. He smelled really bad, like booze and sweat. I tried to ignore him as

I watched the movie. After about fifteen minutes I could feel his leg pressing

against my leg. I slowly moved my eyes down. I didn't want him to notice. My

legs were slightly spread. I was taking up a little more room that I should

have. I figured it was his polite way of telling me to move my leg over. I moved

my legs over several inches. My arm was resting on the armrest between us. I

felt his arm start pushing against mine. I had as much right as him to have my

arm there. I decided he wasn't going to push my arm off. He kept pushing harder

on my arm. Finally I gave in. I lowered my arm to my lap. I could feel his leg

pushing against my leg again. I looked down to see if I was still hogging the

foot space...This time his leg was over on my side. He began to rub his leg

against mine. I decided to push back. Our legs were rocking back and forth. It

was like a game. I was having fun. I even started to giggle. I felt the man's

hand fall off the armrest onto my side of the seat. I could feel his hand

resting against my thigh. My heart was beginning to race. I wondered if he knew

that his hand was touching my thigh. I was having trouble breathing. I didn't

want him to know what I was feeling. I pretended nothing had happened. He

shifted in his seat. Somehow his dirty old raincoat fell across my lap. I

grabbed onto a corner of it and flung it back onto him, giggling the whole time.

He threw his raincoat over my lap again. This time I left it there. I could feel

one of his fingers rubbing against my bare thigh. It was sending vibrations

through my entire body. I could feel the heat rising into my face. It felt like

someone had just raised the temperature twenty degrees in the theater.

All my senses told me to get up and run. Something was making me stay. I never

felt so excited in all my life. I somehow knew that this man wanted something

from me that no other man had ever wanted before. I felt so important. As his

fingers started to caress the outside of my thigh our bantering with our legs

slowly stopped. His raincoat was over my lap and his hand was under it,

caressing my thigh. I was scared to death. Yet I was thrilled that this man

wanted to touch my body. I sat motionless, almost unable to breathe. His hand

was stroking my upper leg. I did something that even shocked me. I slid forward

on my seat till my knees hit the seat in front of me. The roundness of the back

of the seat caused my legs to spread. My dress rode up almost to my waist. I

couldn't believe what I had just done...I was so excited my head was spinning. I

could feel my heart pounding in my chest. My mind kept telling me to flee. My

body wanted to stay and be touched. My body was in total control. When the man

saw what I had done he turned towards me and smiled.

"I can see that you are a very good girl", he whispered into my ear. "What is

your name my dear?"

"Mandi," I answered shyly.

"That's a very lovely name," he whispered, "And you are a very beautiful young

lady."

His voice sounded old and gruff. There was something about it that made me feel

at ease. I could sense his approval of me. His hand began to rub on the inside

of my thigh. I had moved so far forward that my head was below the back of the

seat. His hand was caressing my legs and my belly. He was rubbing in circular

motions on my belly. I could feel his hand getting lower all the time. I felt

his finger touching the waistband of my panties. His hand slowly caressed the

top of my panties. It was going lower and lower all the time. I felt his fingers

go between my legs. I tensed up. No one had ever touched my vagina before. My

emotions were running wild. I felt like I was going to pass out. I could feel

his finger starting to rub over my panties on the lips of my vagina. I had never

felt anything so wonderful before. I closed my eyes putting my head back into

the seat. My breathing had become so heavy that I was starting to moan. With his

other hand the man touched my mouth. I knew he was telling me to be quiet. I

closed my mouth. I tried to breathe through my nose. I felt his finger pushing

my panties aside. His fingers were now under my panties. He pushed the crotch

aside, until my vagina was totally exposed. I could feel his rough fingers

trying to spread open the lips of my vagina. I felt like I was in one of my

fantasies. I loved the feeling of his fingers probing my vagina. Without

thinking I lifted myself off the seat to make it easier for his probing fingers.

He leaned over to me again.

"You really are a good little girl. I can see that you are enjoying yourself. I

can make you feel wonderful if you let me," he whispered again in my ear.

I had never felt such emotions. I had never experienced someone wanting me as

this man wanted me. I was so proud. I felt so important. There was nothing I

wanted more than to please this man. To drink in his affection on me. He leaned

over and with his other hand he took my hand into his. He slowly pulled it over

onto his lap. He put my hand down onto his leg. It was beside his crotch. His

other hand was still between my legs. His fingers were making little circular

motions over my clit. I felt like I was in heaven. My body was tingling all

over. I didn't try to take my hand away when he put it down on his leg. I just

left it there. He started to squirm around in his seat. I knew he wanted me to

do something. I started to rub his leg just a little. I felt him taking my hand

into his again. He lifted it just a little closer to his crotch. I felt

something soft and hot. I didn't know what it was at first. Then it hit me. It

was his penis that my hand was touching. I quickly pulled my hand away, just

enough so that it wasn't touching his penis. I let it rest back onto his leg. He

again took my hand in his. I knew what he was going to do. I let my arm go limp.

He opened my fingers and closed them around his penis. My heart was pounding so

hard I thought that it would burst. He was holding my hand around his penis. He

started going up and down with my hand around his penis. He let my hand go. I

didn't try to take my hand off his penis, but I did stop going up and down on

it. He took my hand into his again. He started moving it up and down...This time

when he released my hand I continued to do what he wanted. I could feel his

penis getting larger. It felt so hot. I loved the feel of it. I had an idea what

was happening. My mother had told me a lot about how a man's penis worked. My

daddy's books had taught me a lot more. I felt very powerful as I pumped his

penis. I could hear him starting to moan. He leaned towards me.

"Faster Mandi. Do it just a little bit faster. Yes, yes that's right. That's the

way," he whispered to me.

He started to jerk in his seat. He moaned quite loudly. I was worried that

someone might hear him. His hand between my legs was beginning to hurt my

vagina. It felt like he was trying to push his fingers into me. For some reason

I didn't mind the pain at all; in fact, it was exciting me terribly. All of a

sudden I could feel wetness in my hand. It felt slimy and hot. He was moaning

louder. My hand was covered in slime. I could feel it squirting out of his

penis. I felt wonderful. I knew that I had done what he wanted...His arm came

out and around my shoulders. He pulled me tightly to his body.

"You are such a good little girl. You need to be rewarded," he whispered into my

ear.

As he was whispering to me I could feel movement on my other side. For a moment

I thought it was the usher. I thought we had been caught. Then I felt another

hand resting on my leg. I couldn't turn around to see who it was...The old man

was holding me too tight. I felt the hand moving quickly between my legs.

Spreading my panties to the side. Now both of the men had their hands on my

vagina. Their fingers were probing between the lips of my vagina. It really

hurt. For some reason I didn't care. All I could think about was receiving their

attention.

"She really is a hot little cunt. Isn't she?" the new stranger said. "Her cunt

is soaking wet. Are we going to take her back to our place so I can get in on

the action?"

The new stranger put his mouth beside my ear. "Does your daddy fuck you? You are

such a hot little cunt. Somebody must be fucking you. Is it your daddy?" He kept

asking me.

"No!" I answered almost started to cry. "No one has ever touched me before...I'm

a virgin," I protested.

The new stranger started to push his fingers into my vagina. The pain was so

intense it almost made me stand up. If it weren't for the older man holding me

down I would have.

"Well, I'll be damned." The younger voice said loud enough for the older man to

hear him. "I think she's telling the truth. I think she is a virgin. I can't get

the tip of my finger into her cunt. I think we got us a little cherry here

Daddy," I heard him say to the older man.

The older man leaned down to me.

"This is my son, Billy. He is a very nice young man. He wants to give you

things. If you come with us it will make me very happy. Will you to take my hand

Mandi? Will you act as if I was your daddy? And come with us."

I looked up into the eyes of the old man. I could see the yearning he had for

me. I knew that he wanted me more than anything else in the world. I never felt

so alive. I was so excited.

"Yes," I said softly to him.

I felt the old man take my hand. I was full of fear of what might lie ahead. Yet

I was so excited at the same time. I didn't know what the men wanted to do to

me. I didn't really care. I just wanted their attention. I wanted to feel

important. I wanted to be with them. I put my hand into his. As we got up to

leave I turned back to see who the other man was. He was very small. Almost

frail. He looked like he was about eighteen years old. When he saw me looking

back at him he smiled at me, I could see a mouthful of rotten teeth. I didn't

know what fate awaited me. I wasn't even thinking about it. I just knew that I

was getting more attention then I had gotten in my entire life. The old man

leaned down to me as we walked out of the theater.

"Don't you worry my little angel. We will take very good care of you. You are

about to have the most wonderful experience of your life," he said smiling down

at me.

We walked up to a back lane. The old man turned into it pulling me along behind

him. The younger man was walking a few feet behind us. I wondered why we were

walking down a back lane. We were beside an old white van. All of a sudden the

old man opened the side door and threw me in. It all happened so fast. I didn't

have a chance to say anything. I hit my head on the far side of the van. I was

seeing stars. When my head cleared I realize that the van was moving. The old

man was driving. His son Billy was sitting on the floor in front of me. He was

just staring at me. I opened my mouth to speak. At the same time I saw the flash

of Billy's fist. It hit me on the side of my head. I flew across the van. I felt

Billy's fist hit me three more times on the side of the head. I thought he was

trying to kill me. I pretended to be unconscious. My heart was pounding wildly.

What had I gotten myself into? I felt Billy lifting my dress. I felt his fingers

go under the waistband of my panties. He started to rip at my panties. I heard

him talking to his daddy.

"Can I do it when we are finished with her? Can I daddy? Can I do it this time

please?" He was saying to his Daddy.

I feeling of terror rippled through my body. I had a pretty good idea what he

was talking about. I wanted to scream. I knew it would do me no good. I was at

their mercy. They could do anything they wanted with me. There was nothing I

could do to stop them. I knew that my life was in danger. Yet I still felt a

feeling of excitement. Knowing that they wanted me so badly was overpowering my

feelings of fear. I could feel the wetness between my legs betraying me as

Billy's hands were trying to rip my panties off. Billy was pulling so hard that

it was really beginning to hurt. I guess I must have screamed, I'm not sure. All

of a sudden Billy and I were rolling towards the front of the van. The old man

had slammed the brakes on.

"Billy, I'm going to smash your fucking head in with a brick if you don't do as

I tell you. I've told you before to leave the cunts alone till we get to the

barn." I heard the old man yell at Billy.

"I'm sorry daddy, I won't touch her again I promise," Billy pleaded.

Billy looked like a little boy that had just been caught with his hand in the

cookie jar. I found his situation so funny that I started to giggle. Billy spun

around. He looked me in the eyes. The little boy had vanished. He looked more

like a wild animal now. A shudder of fear ran its fingers up my spine. I pulled

myself as far away as I could from him. My back was against the outside wall of

the van. I lifted my legs and wrapped my arms around them. Billy moved closer to

me, but then he pulled back a few feet...I saw a broad smile starting to appear

on his face. His eyes weren't looking into mine. He seemed to be looking at the

floor in front of me. It came to me what it was that he was staring at. I was

wearing such a short dress and having my knees up was not a smart move on my

part. My feet were slightly spread. I knew that he had a clear view of my

panties. My first emotion was to drop my legs down. For some reason seeing his

eyes staring between my legs excited me. I could see the hunger in his eyes. He

looked up and our eyes met. I didn't turn away. He lowered his eyes again to my

panties. He crawled closer to me. His face was just inches from my feet...I

still had my shoes on. I could kick him. Maybe I could even knock him out if I

kicked hard enough. I could feel the muscles tightening in my legs. He looked

like a little boy who had just been given a new cap gun. It was a look of

pleasure and excitement. I felt the muscles in my legs relax. I could feel the

heat rising into my face again. The temperature had surely risen in the past two

minutes. I had never seen anyone looking at me that way before. I could see the

desire in his eyes. The desire was for me. I knew that he was thinking of

nothing else but me. It made me feel wonderful. It made me tingle all over. A

strange feeling came over me. I wanted him to reach out and touch me. I wanted

to see even more pleasure in his eyes. I knew he was too afraid to do it. If I

were to scream his father would be on him. His eyes were driving me crazy. It

was like he was torturing me by not touching me. Without thinking, without any

idea of what I was going to say my mouth opened by itself.

"Billy!" I gasped softly. He looked up at me. A strange look on his face.

"What are you looking at Billy?" I whispered.

He lifted up onto his knees. His face in front of mine. Our eyes just inches

apart. I had never seen such a look of lust in anyone's face before. The old man

couldn't see or hear anything that was happening. The van made lots of noise as

it rolled along. Billy's nose was almost touching mine. I could smell his stale

breath. I could feel his need, his craving for me...My heart was pounding like a

trip hammer. My mind was spinning with excitement.

"You know fucking well what I'm looking at," he growled, "I'm looking at your

juicy cunt."

"You can't see through my panties," I said rather defiantly. "I have my panties

on."

I could see a look of sadness come over his face. His mouth opened to speak but

nothing came out. I knew that I had just destroyed his fantasy. It wasn't what I

had wanted to do. I knew that I had displeased him.

"Is that all that you want to do? Look at it?" I heard myself asking. My voice

was trembling with excitement.

He began to grit his teeth and he glared into my face. His eyes wide open.

"You shouldn't be trying to tease me little cunt. You will regret it later..."

He sneered back at me.

With his face still just inches from mine I pushed my back up into the side of

the van. I lifted my bum off the floor. I lowered my hands lifting my dress up

to my waist. I could see his mouth drop open as his eyes followed my hands. He

moved back for a better view. My fingers were trembling as I hooked them under

the waistband of my panties. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I had

never exposed myself to anyone before. Now I was about to expose myself to

someone who would just as soon kill me as look at me. Billy lay down onto the

floor of the van preparing himself for the show. The look of joy had returned to

his face. He was a child who was about to receive his favorite dessert. My

emotions were running wild. I didn't know if I was terrified or overjoyed. A

part of me knew how much trouble I was in. Another part wouldn't have left the

van if they stopped it and opened the door for me. My heart was pounding so hard

I thought I was going to pass out. I closed my eyes trying to calm myself. I

could hear him repeating one word over and over again.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes," he kept saying under his breath.

I locked my thumbs under the waistband and started to push my panties down. I

could feel them sliding down over my pubic bone. I kept my eyes closed...I felt

the waistband slide over and off my bum. I was past the point of no return. I

lowered my bum back down to the floor. The coolness of the steel felt good. My

panties were midway to my knees. As I slipped them over my knees they dropped

from my hands falling to my ankles. I lifted one foot and slid my panties off of

it. I could still hear Billy repeating that one word. He was saying it faster

now as if inpatient to see his prize. I tried to imagine what he was feeling. I

wanted to understand how he felt. I needed to feed from his lust. I wondered

what he could see. I wondered if he could see my vagina yet. I wanted to please

him. I wanted him to be pleased with me. I decided to spread my feet wide apart

as I was removing my panties from the other foot. I could feel the cool air

blowing through the van. I could feel its coolness across my exposed vagina. I

felt little twitches as the cool air licked my vagina. I wondered what Billy was

doing. I wondered what he thought, what he was feeling. I wanted so badly for

him to like what I had just done for him that I started to pray that he would be

pleased. I sat motionless with my head against the wall of the van. I was too

afraid to open my eyes.

"What if I have disappointed him," I thought to myself, "maybe he thinks my

vagina is ugly."

Ever since I had slipped my panties off, Billy hadn't made a sound. He was

silent. It was almost like he wasn't there at all. I cracked one of my eyes just

enough to see if he was there. He had pulled himself within inches of my exposed

vagina. His head was between my legs.

"You fucking cunt!" were the words that broke the silence. "You fucking cunt,

you fucking cunt," he repeated over and over.

I couldn't tell if he was pleased or mad at me. It almost sounded like there was

hate in his voice.

"That's the most delicious little cunt I have ever seen. It is so soft and pink

looking. And Hairless!" he said loudly.

I didn't think he was talking to me. He was just thinking out loud. It was

enough to let me know that he was pleased with what he saw. A huge surge of

pride filled my soul. I wasn't disappointing him. In a way it was like he

belonged to me. All his attention was on me. I could feel my body betraying me

again. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My vulva was filling with

blood. I could feel the lips starting to spread apart. I could feel the cool air

licking at the opening of my vagina. I knew that Billy had just witnessed my

womanhood opening up to him like a flower in bloom. I knew that he could see my

wetness. I felt both embarrassed and proud at the same time. I wanted so badly

to know what my new Master was feeling.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?" he yelled at me, "What the fuck are you

trying to do," he said again only much louder.

I opened my eyes. His face was almost touching mine. His eyes seemed to burn

into mine.

"I'm talking to you cunt," he yelled again. "What the fuck are you trying to

do?"

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. He was really scaring me. He looked

like a wild man. His face was all red. Large veins were bulging all over his

forehead.

"I want you to love me," I said meekly. I didn't know what else to say.

His mouth dropped open in a mocking gesture of surprise. He began to laugh

almost hysterically. His hands were holding his sides he was laughing so hard.

He rolled over beside his father.

"She wants us to love her!" he said laughing so hard that he could barely get

the words out.

I could hear the old man chuckling as he took a quick glance towards his son.

All at once Billy became silent. Before I had a chance to blink my eyes he was

back in my face. I didn't know that anyone could move that fast. The look on his

face was horrible. It was full of meanness and hate. His eyes looked like they

were on fire. I felt fear as never before. He looked like he was about to pounce

on me and rip me to pieces. I could feel my entire body starting to feel cold.

"Do you know what we are going to do to you?" he asked as he spoke between his

teeth. "Do you have any fucking idea what we are going to do to you?"

His nostrils were flaring. His teeth glared at me. I could feel his power over

me. I felt like I was being crushed. I could hardly breathe. He seemed to be

waiting for an answer. My mind was frozen in panic. I couldn't think. My mouth

opened by itself. I don't know where the words came from.

"I thought you wanted to see my vagina," I spoke like a baby.

Before I could move his fist slammed into my forehead. My head smashed into the

wall of the van. It rang like a large bell. I crumpled into a heap at his feet.

He grabbed me around the throat and stood me up. He was squeezing my throat so

hard I could hardly breathe. I tried to stand on my toes to relieve the pressure

around my neck. I had no idea that he was so strong. He had lifted me into the

air with one arm. I was starting to see stars before my eyes. Everything was

going black. I felt him release the pressure around my neck. I dropped down onto

my feet. His vice-like grip was still around my throat. He had released the

pressure just enough for me to breathe.

"If I ever hear you say, 'Vagina' again, I will rip your fucking head off. It's

a cunt. Do you understand? It's a cunt," he yelled at me at the top of his

lungs.

His face was all red again. The veins were sticking out more than before. I

tried to speak but his grip around my neck was still too tight. My mouth opened

and my tongue wiggled around. But no sound came out. Billy began to smile. He

was enjoying himself again. My feeble attempt at speaking was entertaining him.

It was a strange time for me to be wondering what he was thinking, but those

were the thoughts that were going through my mind. All it took was his smile and

my fears were pushed aside. What was happening to me didn't matter. All that

mattered to me was how Billy felt.

"Cunt, Cunt, Cunt," he yelled. "It's called a cunt. That's all it is. That's all

you are. That's all you are good for. You are a walking, talking cunt. The

sooner you get that through your fucking head the better it will be for you."

I could feel his spit covering the side of my face. He threw me down onto the

floor of the van. I quickly pulled myself up into a sitting position. He looked

huge as he stood over me.

"What is it called?" he screamed down at me.

My entire body was trembling with excitement and fear. I was trying to control

my senses. I heard him scream the question again. I saw his foot moving back as

if to kick me. I wasn't stupid. I had learned my first lesson well. I knew what

it was, and what I was.

"Cunt," I said proudly, "it's a cunt." I dropped my eyes to the floor. I didn't

know what his reaction would be. I watched the foot that was poised to kick me

begin to relax.

"And what are you?" he asked in just a little softer tone.

I was sure I knew what my Master wanted of me. I knew now that the most

important part of me was my vagina, [er, cunt]. It wasn't my mind, or my mouth,

or my breasts that he was most interested in. It was my cunt. If I had any hope

of making them love me, I knew that it would be through my cunt.

"I'm a cunt," I said as I continued to look down to the floor. My daddy's books

had taught me that what men wanted the most from a cunt was submissiveness.

Total and complete submissiveness. In all of my daddy's books I never read one

story where a man got exactly what he wanted from a slave. The girls would

either be begging for mercy, or they were refusing to do as they were told to

do. I was determined to be the most submissive and obedient slave my new

Master's had ever known. I wouldn't complain no matter what they planned for me.

"I am a walking, talking cunt. I am yours. You are my Master. You can do

anything you want with me," I said proudly. I was taking a chance. I had

reasoned that besides wanting to do things to my body, these men wanted to feel

power over me. They wanted to feel like they were my Masters.

"Well I'll be fucked," Billy yelled to his daddy. "Did you just hear what this

little cunt said?"

"Where did you learn to talk like that?" he said, turning back to me.

I started to cry. Tears were pouring down my cheeks.

"You told me Master. I understand now. I'm just a cunt. I only exist to give you

pleasure." The funny thing was I meant every word of it. If I could give my new

Masters enough pleasure with my body and cunt that they would love me, there

would be nothing more on earth I could ask for.

"I like that little cunt. I like your way of thinking. Just to let you prove it

to me, I want you to take off all of your clothes."

Billy sat watching me closely as I began to undo the buttons on my dress. I took

it off and folded it neatly. I placed it onto a clean spot on the floor. I

unfastened the snaps of my bra and dropped it from my breasts. The cool air made

my nipples stiffen and stand erect. I didn't have big breasts, but my nipples

were large and pink.

"Nice fucking tits!" Billy howled with laughter. "I don't know why you are

piling your clothes, you're never going to need them again."

A cold chill ran up my spine as he spoke the words.

"I asked you before it you had any idea what we are going to do to you. You

didn't answer, so I'll tell you."

I had just removed my last sock. I was completely naked. His eyes looked me up

and down many times. He sat down against the wall of the van and stretched his

legs out.

"Come over here," he said in a commanding voice. "Sit on my legs," he ordered.

I sat down onto his lap. I could feel his penis trying to push through his

pants. He stretched out his arms wrapping them around me and pulled me against

his chest. I could hear his heart beating slowly. I could feel the heat from his

body radiating into mine. It felt wonderful to be in his arms. It was what I had

always wanted from my daddy. How strange that I would find it in this man's

arms. I wrapped both my arms around his waist pulling myself as closely as

possible to his body. I was in heaven. I could hear him chuckling to himself.

"Let me tell you what is going to happen to you," he said in a very calm voice.

"We are going to rape every fucking hole in your body. We have some very

interesting toys for you. Clamps and things like that. We have an electrical

transformer that can put twenty thousand volts of electricity through your body.

Can you imagine what your body will do with twenty thousand volts of electricity

running through it? To make a long story short little cunt, we are going to rape

you, torture you, mutilate you, and when we are finished playing with you I am

going to kill you."

I was amazed. The entire time that he had been telling me these things his heart

had never sped up a beat. It was just thumping slowly in his chest. The only

time it seemed to give a little skip was when he said he was going to kill me. I

wondered if maybe those things didn't excite him as much as they should have. I

wondered if it wasn't what he really wanted to do to me. I wondered if after

raping and killing so many girls it was getting boring for him. I knew that they

never liked any of the girls. I knew that all the girls before me must have

hated them. They had never had a girl that was willing to allow them to possess

her. I never wanted anything more in my life then for Billy and his daddy to

love me. I was willing to sacrifice anything for it. I guess that was why Billy

seemed a little surprised when I didn't try to pull away from him.

"Well little cunt. Do you still want to be my slave now that you know your

fate?" he said smiling down at me.

"Yes Master, I'm your cunt. I belong to you. You can do with me as you wish. I

only hope that when you are finished with me I have pleased you. That's all I

ask for."

Billy rested his hand under my chin. He lifted my head. He looked into my eyes

trying to find deception in them. He gave a little grunt and lowered my head

back to his chest. He raised his arm to see his wristwatch. His hand came down

to rest on my naked breast. He held my nipple between his fingers. He began to

squeeze it. The pain shot through me like the bite of a scorpion. He squeezed

harder. My head was starting to spin from the pain...I didn't make a sound. I

was biting down so hard on my teeth that I thought they would crush. I heard his

voice over my pain.

"We will be at the barn in about ten minutes my little cunt. Then we will see

just how willing you are to be my slave."

I could feel the van beginning to slow down. We turned off the highway onto a

gravel road. It was a very rough and bumpy ride. I didn't care; I was cuddled

into the arms of Billy. His warm body protected me from the roughness in the

road. I could have stayed in his arms forever. It felt wonderful and warm. I was

feeling so content that I hardly noticed my nakedness. We drove down the gravel

road for about five minutes before the van came to a stop. Without warning I

felt myself being thrown through the air. I landed on the other side of the van

beside the door. I heard the side door of the van start to open. I was greeted

by the heat of the sun. It was pouring its rays onto my naked body. It felt so

nice. A hand grabbed me. It started to pull me out of the van. I tumbled out the

door, landing flat onto my back on the ground. The wind had been knocked out of

me. I lay on the ground trying to catch my breath.

"Put the fucking noose around her neck asshole. I don't want to be chasing her

around all afternoon," I heard the old man saying to Billy.

When Billy came out of the van he had a rope in his hands. I felt him lift my

head and slip the noose over it. I felt it tightening around my neck. It was

tight enough to feel uncomfortable, but I could still breathe all right.

"Try to run and this rope will squeeze the life out of you," I heard Billy

telling me.

I had recovered from my fall from the van but I continued to lie on the ground.

I just lay there looking up at them. The old man stood over me on one side and

Billy stood over me on the other. They were looking down at me as if admiring a

new toy.

"I see that you have gotten her all nicely prepared." The old man said as he

smiled down at my nakedness.

"She did it herself," chuckled Billy. "The little cunt says she wants to be our

slave."

I watched both men laugh as Billy spoke the words. The old man's fat belly

bounced like a bowl of Jell-O.

"She sure is a beautiful little cunt," the old man said. "Get her into the barn.

I can hardly wait to get started on her."

The only thing that was registering in my mind was the fact that he had praised

my body. It felt so good to hear someone saying that I was beautiful. I hungered

so badly for their praise and affection. It seemed to overpower all feelings of

fear. I felt the noose around my neck tightening as Billy pulled on it to force

me to my feet. I sprang to my feet. I made a point of not looking him in the

eyes. I knew that to show my submissiveness I shouldn't look in his eyes.

"Come with me," he said.

We were walking over soft grass towards a big red barn. I could feel the heat of

the sun warming my body. It couldn't have been much past noon. The sun was

directly overhead in the sky. It was hard to believe that just a few hours

earlier I had left the safety of my parent's home to go to the library. If I had

done as I was told and not gone down onto Main Street this never would have

happened. If I hadn't decided to go into that sleazy theater this never would

have happened. If I hadn't believed the old man's kind words and left the

theater with them this never would have happened.

A small smile crept across my face as I walked towards the barn. The thoughts

that were going through my mind were not true. I knew it. I was as guilty as

Billy and the old man for what had happened. I was as guilty as Billy and the

old man for whatever was going to happen. I had gone down to Main Street looking

for adventure. I wanted someone to find me attractive. I wanted someone to give

me affection. I wanted someone to want me...Now, just a few days before my 11th

birthday I was about to get everything and more than I had ever dreamt of. My

concentration was broken when Billy told me to stop. We were standing in front

of a huge red door. There was a large clasp and padlock on it. Billy pulled out

a key and unlocked the padlock. The big door creaked as it swung open.

"This little bitch has the most beautiful ass," the old man's voice said from

behind me. "I've been walking behind it all the way here. I can hardly wait to

split it open."

I felt a pressure on my back. I flew forward as if I had been shot from a

catapult. He must have put his foot into my back. I landed on the ground about

ten feet inside the barn. The ground was soft. I didn't hurt myself when I fell.

I stood up and lowered my head into a showing of submissiveness. I wanted them

to know that I was giving them the most precious gift I had, my body. There was

nothing I wanted more than their approval and affection. I felt Billy lifting

the noose from around my neck. Both men began walking around me in a tight

circle.

"You can't get out of the barn," Billy said to me. "I've locked the doors from

the inside. You can scream all you want. We are almost six miles from the

nearest neighbor."

I stood like a little statue between the two men. A part of me was so frightened

that it was all I could do not to pee myself. My mind was remembering my daddy's

books and all the terrible things that happened to the girls in them. Another

part of me could only think about whether Billy and his daddy found me

desirable. As they circled around me I could hear their heavy breathing. I could

almost hear their hearts pounding. All of their attention was on me. They were

risking going to jail, or even worse to be with me. I could feel their desire,

their lust. I knew they wanted me. It fueled my need to please them. My need for

affection from these men was so great that it completely hid from me all my

feelings of fear. I could feel my body trembling as they walked around me. It

wasn't fear. It was my own passion building in me. I felt Billy's hands pushing

onto my shoulder. I fell forward into the waiting arms of the old man. I felt

his hands groping my butt and squeezing it. Then he threw me back towards Billy.

Billy cupped one of my breasts with his hand. My nipple was between his fingers.

He squeezed it so hard I thought it would bleed. The pain shot sparks through my

body. Then he threw me back towards the old man again. The old man held me

tightly in his arms. I could feel his hands rubbing on the cheeks of my butt.

Then I felt his fingers going between the crack. His fingers were pushing into

the opening of my butt hole. It felt like he was trying to push his finger into

me.

"Her fucking asshole stinks," I heard the old man say as he put his fingers to

his nose.

I felt embarrassed. I had a bath in the morning, but I had never expected anyone

to be trying to put their fingers inside my butt hole. They old man threw me

back towards Billy. Billy turned me so that I was facing out. My back was

against his body.

"You hold her while I get things ready," the old man said to Billy.

The old man began to climb a set of stairs that looked like they led to a loft.

He stopped about halfway up the stairs and turned towards us. He undid the fly

of his trousers and put his hand inside. He pulled his penis out of his trousers

and started waving it to me. I saw him lean out over the railing. He began to

pee. It was then that I noticed the bucket hanging on the outside of the

railing. He was peeing into it. The bucket was hanging about eight feet off the

ground. It had what looked like a plastic tube attacked to the bottom of it. My

eyes followed the tube to see if any pee was coming out the other end. The tube

was lying on the floor beside a small wooden table. I could see that the end of

the tube had a clamp on it...There was nothing coming out of it.

"There is just about enough room left for you," the old man said to Billy as he

pushed his penis back into his pants.

I felt a little frightened. I knew that whatever it was they were doing it was

in preparation for something for me. I had no idea what it could be.

"Come over here cunt," Billy said to me as he led me towards the table.

He turned me around to face him. I felt both his hands resting on my breasts. I

braced myself expecting my nipples to be squeezed again. He didn't. He pushed me

backwards onto the table. My head fell over the far side. It was really

uncomfortable lying on such a small table. It was barely big enough to cover my

back. I could feel it's sharp edge biting into my spine. It was hard trying to

hold my head up. I tried not to let on how uncomfortable I was. I felt Billy

grab onto one of my ankles. He bent my knee until my heel almost touched my

butt. Then he pulled my leg to the side resting it into a holder on the corner

of the table. He then did the same with my other leg. My new position was much

more comfortable than having my legs draping over the edge of the table. But I

was embarrassed by it also...My legs were scrunched up into me like a pretzel.

They were spread wide apart. My butt was hanging halfway off the table. I knew

that my cunt and butt hole were totally exposed. I could see Billy standing

between my legs looking down at my cunt. A large smile appeared on his face.

That was all it took to start the heat rising in my body. His appreciating gaze

at my cunt was exciting me terribly. I could feel the blood rushing into my

vulva. I knew the lips were swelling and starting to part. I knew that my

wetness would reveal my feelings.

"Is she ready?" I heard the old man asking Billy as he came back from the

stairs.

"I've never seen anyone more ready," Billy laughed.

I felt Billy's hands putting straps around my ankles. A feeling of panic began

to fill my mind. Not because of fear. But because I knew if he shackled me to

the table he would never know that I was his willing slave. I had to take a

chance.

"Billy," I said softly. He ignored me. "Billy," I said it again, this time a

little louder.

"What!" he said with a snap.

"You don't have to tie me down," I whispered.

"What did you just say?" he demanded.

"You don't need to tie me down. I won't move unless you tell me to. I will do as

you say," I answered.

Billy was silent for a moment.

"Do you have any fucking idea what it is we are going to do to you?" he shouted

at me.

"No, It doesn't matter. I want to please you. You are my master," I said hoping

that I could convince him I was telling the truth.

I felt Billy's fingers untying the restraints around my ankles.

"You are the most amazing little cunt I have ever come across. I thought cunts

like you only existed in my dreams. We will see just how long you want to be my

slave in a few minutes. We can always tie you up later."

When the old man arrived, Billy told him that he wasn't going to tie me up until

I wouldn't do as I was told. I watched Billy walk the same stairs as his daddy

had done. He pulled out his penis. It was the first time I had seen his penis. I

couldn't believe my eyes. It looked like it was almost a foot long. It was as

big around as my arm. It was huge. I had seen lots of pictures, but never seen

one that big before. I heard the old man laughing as he saw me staring at

Billy's penis.

"I might not have made him a very big man. But I made up for it with his cock,"

he said, laughing loudly.

I watched Billy pee into the bucket. It began to spill over the sides before he

was finished. The dark yellow pee was running down the sides.

"Do you know how much five gallons is?" I heard the old man's voice asking me.

"That's how much piss is in that bucket up there, and it's all for you little

cunt."

He lifted the end of the tube and pointed it into my face.

"Oh God!" I thought to myself, "he is going to cover me in their pee."

I noticed something on the tube I hadn't seen earlier. The tube looked like it

went through a large piece of rubber that tapered towards the open end...It was

pushed back about six inches from the end. Behind it was the clamp that was

holding back the pee. I began to visualize what it was going to feel like when

he released the pee all over my body. The bucket was hanging high in the air. I

was sure there would be quite a bit of pressure at the end of the tube. Billy

returned and stood beside his daddy. They were looking at my cunt, {I thought}.

"She has such an inviting little ass hole," Billy said. "Have you ever had

anything up your ass?" he asked me.

I thought that was a really strange question. I had no idea that it could be

used for anything other than going to the bathroom.

"No Master," I answered rather confused by the question.

"Not even an enema? You've never even had an enema?" He had a sound of real

excitement in his voice.

"No Master. I don't know what an enema is." I was telling the truth.

I had seen the word used a few times in my daddy's books but I never understood

what it was they were talking about.

"Well, you are sure as hell going to find out what one is now," Billy laughed.

Billy got very close to my spread legs. I could feel his fingers spreading the

cheeks of my butt apart. It hurt to have my crack spread so widely apart...As

Billy was holding my buttcheeks apart I could feel the fingers of the old man

probing my asshole. My reflexes were to tighten the muscles of my butt.

"You had better relax your fucking asshole or this is going to hurt you a lot,"

the old man said.

I tried to relax my muscles but it was very hard to do. I had never felt

anything pushing on it before. It felt very strange. My ass lifted up off the

table as I felt something pushing into me. It was a feeling I can't explain.

Something was touching a part of my body that had never been touched before. It

felt like there was something alive inside of me. It didn't hurt. In a strange

way it actually felt good. It seemed to have an effect on my clit. I could feel

my cunt swelling. I could feel the old man pushing the large rubber plug into my

butt. I knew that he must have pushed the six inches of tube into me and was now

making sure it stayed there with the large rubber plug. After the old man

finished pushing the plug into my hole they both stood back smiling down at me.

My ass felt really strange with the plug shoved into it. Out of reflexes my

muscles were trying to squish it. I was enjoying the feeling. The old man was

holding the clamp in his hand.

"Now comes the fun part little cunt," he said in a strange sounding voice.

I still didn't know what was going to happen. I hadn't thought about all the

things they had done. All I knew was something was stuck inside my butt. The

concept of what they were about to do was beyond my imagination. I saw him

release the clamp from the tube. I felt pressure in my bowels. I could feel the

liquid rushing into my body. I could almost hear it splashing inside of me.

"Oh no!" I thought. They are killing me. They are going to make me explode. They

are going to fill my body with their pee until I explode. I feel like I'm going

to explode already." I was beginning to panic.

I looked at Billy and his dad. They were just standing there looking down at me

with pure joy in their eyes. I wondered why they wanted to kill me so soon.

Didn't they want to do other things to me first? Didn't Billy say they were

going to fuck every hole in my body? Did they want to do that to a dead body? I

don't know if it was the look in their eyes or my own reasoning, but all of a

sudden it came to me that this wasn't going to kill me. They were just having

fun. It was their way of humiliating me. My mind was desperately trying to

remember what my daddy's books had said about enema. I really wished I knew what

was going to happen. I could see a shadow on the bucket showing how far it had

emptied into me. It had only gone down a few inches. My belly was already

beginning to swell up. I was sure there was no way my belly could hold five

gallons of their pee. The feeling of pressure inside my body was unbelievable. I

felt like I needed to go to the bathroom so badly. I dropped my head over the

back of the table. I just couldn't hold it up any longer. I felt extremely weak.

It was becoming hard to breathe. My heart felt like it was floating in pee. I

think I must have passed out for a minute. I was startled by the old man's

voice...

"I don't think we have ever drained that much piss into a cunt before," I heard

the old man laughing.

I lifted my head to see them. All I could see was my tummy. It was huge. My skin

looked transparent. I could see small veins bulging all over it. It looked like

I was about to give birth. My belly looked like it had a huge basketball stuffed

inside of it. I looked over to the bucket. It was over half empty. The pressure

wasn't just in my belly. I could feel it everywhere. I lifted my hand to my

face. My fingernails felt like they were going to blow off. I was sure that my

hand was puffing and it seemed to be turning yellow. My eyes felt like they

would pop out of my skull if I blinked too hard. I had a feeling that I needed

to go to the bathroom that was like nothing I had ever felt before. I could hear

the men talking but I couldn't see them.

"Yeah, I guess that's all she's going to take," I heard Billy laughing.

"If you let one fucking drop out I'll kick your fucking head in," Billy said to

me.

At first I didn't know what he meant. The meaning was made clear to me in the

next second. He began to pull the rubber tube out of my ass. I tightened my

muscles as hard as I could.

"Not a fucking drop!" I heard him say cheerfully. "She really is a good little

cunt."

My head was spinning with the need for release. The pressure was almost more

than I could bear. The gallons of pee swirling around inside of my body seemed

to be doing strange things to me. I felt almost delirious. I felt like I could

pass out almost any minute. Stars were dancing in front of my eyes. I knew that

if I did blackout I wouldn't be able to control myself...I knew that Billy and

his father would be disappointed with me. They might even hate me. I had to stay

conscious. I had to keep my hole shut. I could feel tears running down my

cheeks. I dropped my head again. I needed all my energy to hold the pee inside

of me. I saw something in front of my face that hadn't been there before. I

tried to focus my tearing eyes. It was a penis. It was thick, but it wasn't very

long. It was a short fat penis. I could see a huge belly almost hanging over it.

There was white curly hair all around it. The huge testicles that were hanging

beneath it seemed almost down to his knees. I knew that it must be the old man

that was standing before me. For a moment I thought he was hanging upside down.

Then I realized it was me that had my head hanging upside down over the table.

His hand wrapped around the base of his penis. He moved it closer to my face.

The slit was almost touching my lips.

"Open your fucking mouth," I heard him say in a very gruff voice.

Before I had time to think about what he had just said he started to scream at

me.

"Open your mouth, you fucking cunt," he yelled.

As if totally under his control my mouth sprang open. I felt the head of his fat

cock pushing into my mouth. I had never felt anything so strange in my mouth

before. It didn't feel like meat. I could feel the life in it. It was twitching

as it entered my mouth. My first reaction was to its taste. I thought it tasted

terrible. Like a dirty old foot. I could hear him moaning loudly. I could tell

that he was very excited as he pushed his penis forward into my mouth. My

thoughts about his penis began to change. This thing that was in my mouth was

the old man's very soul. It was his being. Everything that he was, was in his

cock. Without it he would be nothing. He was entrusting it to me. He was giving

it to me. He was allowing me to have it in my mouth. For a moment I almost

forgot about the three gallons of pee floating around inside my belly. I forgot

about the pressure and the pain. The only thoughts running through my mind was

how honored I felt to have his beautiful cock. The taste changed from revolting

to wonderful. I wanted to kiss it, caress it, and milk it. I began to lovingly

lick around its head. The saliva was dripping from the corners of my mouth as I

licked and sucked his magnificent cock. I felt him leaning forward. He rested

both his hands over my tummy. All the pressure and pain came rushing back into

my senses. The weight of his hands on my belly was more than I could bear. I

could feel the pee dribbling out of my ass hole.

"Please, Please take your hands off my tummy," I begged him in my thoughts.

It was like the floodgates at Niagara Falls had just opened. I could hear the

pee roaring out of my ass hole. He had pressed down with both hands on my tummy.

What had been a terrible pressure for so long now felt like a vacuum in my body.

My tummy felt like it was turning inside out. It felt like his hands were

touching my spine. My eyes felt like they were being sucked into the back of my

head. My cheeks sucked in so badly that they began to hurt. I could feel my

belly trying to suck his beautiful cock down into it. I was afraid that I was

going to hurt him. I tried to open my mouth to release the vacuum on his

manhood. I couldn't. I felt his cock sliding down my throat. I couldn't stop it.

I felt it going farther and farther down my throat. I felt so badly for my

Master. It must be hurting him terribly. My head began spinning. Stars and

lights were flashing all around me. With his cock so far down my throat I had

been unable to breathe. I hadn't even realized it. The blackness came over me.

The old man must have gotten his cock out of me just after I passed out. I was

coughing and choking as I woke up. I could hear the two men laughing and

congratulating each other on how well everything was going.

"That was the best damn suck I ever had," laughed the old man.

"Yeah, and look Daddy. She didn't even move after she passed out. She sure is

one amazing little cunt. It sure is too bad we can't keep her longer."

I was so happy. They weren't mad at me. Everything that had happened was the way

they wanted it to be. Billy was even saying that he wished they could keep me. I

fell so proud that I had pleased them. Then my senses started to discover my own

body again. I felt wonderful. All the pressure and pain was gone. I felt like I

had been sleeping for hours. I knew that it had only been a few seconds. I felt

refreshed and full of life. I couldn't wait for my Masters to seek new pleasures

from me.

"While you play with your toys, I'm going to get me some more of that sweet

mouth of hers. She was sucking my cock so good I almost didn't feel like pushing

the piss out of her."

I could hear something being pushed towards the table. I turned my head just

enough to see what it was. It looked like some kind of an electrical box on

wheels. I could see lots of wires coming out of it. There was a large dial on

the side with numbers all around it. Lying on the top of it were small metal

clamps with wires attached to them. There was a long shiny rod lying beside

them. It looked like it was about two feet long. It also had a wire attached to

it. The rod was almost as big around as a Tampax except for the first two

inches. It tapered very small at the pointed end. It looked a bit like a toy

rocket ship. I had an idea what this thing was going to do. I was sure it was

the machine that would make my body jump up and down. At least I had an idea of

what to expect. I didn't have any more time to study Billy's toy. The old man

pushed my head down so fast it fell like my neck was going to break. I felt his

hand slap me across the face. It wasn't a very hard slap. I guess he just wanted

my undivided attention.

"Open up cunt," I heard him say to me.

I could feel the softness of his cock pushing against my lips. I opened my mouth

and he slid his manhood into me. He didn't push it in all the way. He only put

its head into my mouth.

"You're going to have to earn the rest of it cunt. If I cum before you've taken

it all into your mouth, I'll snap your fucking neck right here."

I had every intention of earning all of his beautiful manhood. I had one

advantage. I had felt him cum before. I knew exactly what he sounded like just

before he came. I started to lick and suck his delicious cock. I had almost

forgotten about Billy. I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple. I was almost

unable to stop my jaw from snapping shut on the soft flesh in my mouth. I must

have bitten down onto it a little. I felt the old man's hand slap across my face

again.

"Do that again bitch, and you die," he said to me.

I would have to be ready for whatever Billy was going to do to me and be able to

suck the old man's cock at the same time. Billy snapped another clamp to my

other nipple. It didn't seem to hurt as much this time. It had been more the

shock of him doing it the first time that made me jump. I felt Billy's hands

touching my cunt. My legs were still bent up tightly to my body and spread

widely apart. I knew that he had perfect access to my cunt. His fingers felt

wonderful as they probed and spread the lips apart. I was expecting a clamp at

any moment to be placed somewhere on my cunt. I felt something hot touching my

vulva. I felt it easily splitting the lips apart.

"Oh God, Oh God, he's licking me. He's licking my cunt." I was in heaven. Billy

used his fingers to spread my lips apart and his tongue to enter the insides of

my womanhood. With the old man's cock in my mouth and Billy eating my cunt I

could feel the heat building within me. I could feel the blood filling my cunt

with desire. My clit was on fire. The saliva was pouring from my mouth as I

tried to suck the old man's cock deeper into my throat. A pressure was building

in me that was greater than any pressure I had ever felt. I felt a sharp

stabbing pain in my cunt. It was just over my clit. Billy had attached a clamp

to the skin over my clit. This time I was ready for it. It didn't hurt at all.

The pain from the clamps only seemed to heighten my pleasure. I wasn't sure who

was the Master or who was the slave. How could a slave be experiencing so much

pleasure? It was like they were doing my bidding. I felt Billy's fingers pushing

into the entrance of my womb.

"Please Billy, please Billy, fill me. I want you in me so badly. I don't want to

be a virgin any more. Rip me open and fill me," my mind cried out to him.

I felt something entering my womb. It was feeding into me with no resistance.

"Is that all it feels like?" I thought disappointedly.

For a brief second I thought it was Billy's mammoth cock that was feeding itself

into my womb. Then I remembered the long shiny rod that had been lying on top of

the transformer. The one that was just a little bit bigger around than a Tampax.

That was what Billy was feeding into me. I could feel its coolness as it slowly

violated my cunt. The feeling of having something inside my cunt felt very

strange. I had never even used a Tampax before, because it felt too large. Ever

since I had started my periods I had used ugly old pads. It must have been that

I was so full of desire that the rod was going into me so easily. I could feel

the tip of the rod pushing against my cervix. Billy was continuing to push it

inside my cunt even though it was all the way inside. I was having a hard time

concentrating on the old man's beautiful cock. I must have been doing okay

though, he wasn't complaining. Billy kept moving the rod around inside my cunt.

He had hit the opening of my cervix a few times and made my body jump from the

pain. I could feel the rod circling around inside me. He was definitely doing

something very deliberate, but I didn't know what it was. I felt the tip of the

rod push up against the opening of my uterus. As much as I tried not to jump my

body did it for me out of reflex.

"Got it!" I heard Billy say in a pleased manner.

I felt a burning feeling rip through my cunt. Billy was pushing the rod up into

my uterus. It felt like he had pushed it another foot into me. I was sure it was

resting against my ovaries. I was surprised that the pain started to subside

almost immediately when he quit pushing it in. I just knew that there was

something stuck way up into my body. I could feel its coolness. I could hear

Billy playing with his machine. I figured that meant he was finished attaching

clamps and probes to my body. The thought that even my insides were now

venerable to Billy's touch was driving me wild. My cunt was dripping with lust.

I tried to turn my concentrations to the old man's neglected cock. I started to

lick and suck on it like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. I was

using my teeth on the area just behind its head. The area that is called the

glan. I read about it in my daddy's books. It's the most sensitive area on a

man's cock. I could tell that my efforts were becoming fruitful. His cock was

beginning to swell and he was rocking forward into my mouth. I felt the first

jolt of electricity ripple through my body. It was just a little stronger than a

tingle. It seemed to be equally strong everywhere. They only place it felt

really strange was in my cunt. The tingling seemed to travel from my clit all

the way up inside my belly. I felt a vibration in my ovaries as if they were

rattling together. Then Billy started to play. He would shoot a jolt of

electricity through one nipple and then through the other. Then I could feel its

fire in my cunt. My muscles jumped each time a jolt of electricity shot through

me. I could hear his heavy breathing over the breathing of his daddy. I could

feel his excitement as he continually increased the voltage...My body was

jumping all over the table. I could hear Billy's passion rising. My body was

jumping and twitching like a chicken that had just had its head cut off. I was

so thankful that it didn't seem to be affecting my mouth too much.

"Look at her bounce daddy. You better hold that little cunt down. I think her

body's going to bounce right off the fucking table. I'm going to give her full

power," his voice was full of excitement.

The old man was close to cumming. Watching my body bouncing around the table was

probably very entertaining for them both. The funny thing was, when Billy had

the voltage set lower it really hurt a lot. Now that my cunt was dancing all

over the table it felt wonderful. I was imagining that it was Billy's cock

thrusting into me. The jolts of electricity ripping at my nipples were Billy's

fingers pinching them.

"Yes, Yes, that's what it is. It's Billy fucking my cunt. I can feel it. I can

feel it," my mind was screaming.

I knew they old man was just a few seconds away from cumming. He was pulling his

cock almost all the way out of my mouth and then shoving it all way back in

again. I could hear the slaps of his balls when they hit my chin. His pubic bone

was flattening my nostrils with each trust forward. Unconsciously I lifted my

hand. As he slammed his cock into my mouth I touched his ass with my fingers. I

felt the entire flow of electricity through my body change. It shot through my

fingers into his ass. It traveled down his cock into my throat, through my body

till it collided with the electricity being generated by the rod in my cunt. It

was like a small explosion. I loved the feeling. The power seemed to double in

my cunt when I touched his ass. The old man gave a little jump when I touched

him. He was so into the attention his cock was getting that he hardly even

noticed. He was pumping feverishly now. My body was jumping around like a "Jack

in the Box". I could taste the cum starting to flow from his cock. As he thrust

forward I reached over my head with both my hands. I clamped my fingers into the

cheeks of his ass pulling him into my mouth. A roar erupted throughout the

building. His cum was filling my belly. The strong jolts of electricity were

traveling down his cock into my throat, through my belly, and exploding in my

cunt. It felt like my cunt was being ripped apart. The electricity was raging

into it from both directions. In my mind it was Billy's cock ripping my cunt

apart. I started to explode with my first real orgasm. I felt like I was

disintegrating. Everything went black. In my blackness I could hear the old

man's voice.

"Did you see what she did to me? Did you see what that fucking cunt did to me?

She fucking electrocuted me, she fucking electrocuted me."

"Oh my God, I killed him," I thought, "we must be in heaven. I can't see

anything."

As my mind slowly cleared I realized that I had my eyes closed. I opened them to

see the old man was lying on the ground a few feet in front of me. He was

yelling about what I had done to him. I felt so ashamed. I had ruined his

pleasure. He thought I had tried to kill him.

"I am Fifty Fucking Eight years old. I have never cum like that in my life," he

yelled. "I thought my balls were going to jump up and shoot down her throat. Did

you see her cum with me? Her fucking cunt was spiting juice all over the fucking

place. She is the hottest piece of cunt we have ever had. She did that all for

me. She knew what would happen. Fuck Billy, I think I am falling in love with

her."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He wasn't mad at me. I did give him the

pleasure I had hoped to. He even said he loved me. I was totally spent but I

couldn't have been happier. My feet had dropped off the table. I was lying there

like a Raggedy Ann doll. My legs, arms, and head were dangling over the sides of

the table. Billy began to remove the rod from my cunt. It hurt a little as he

pulled it out of me. As he lifted the clamps from my nipples a sharp pain shot

through my body. I could only see Billy from the waist down. He was totally

naked. His huge manhood was standing out in front of him like a baseball bat.

"It's time to split this cunt," he said in an excited tone. "My cock has been

waiting long enough."

I couldn't believe the reality of his words. After all that had happened to me,

I was still a virgin. It hadn't really been his cock in me. It was just

electricity. My selfish cunt was still a virgin. It had received so much

pleasure from Billy and it had given him nothing in return. I hated my cunt. I

hoped that Billy would teach it a good lesson. I could barely touch the ground

with my toes. I tried lifting my ass off the table to make it easier for him to

enter me. Billy stood between my legs almost motionless. He reminded me of a

Greek God. His muscles were bulging from his slim body.

"This is all I have thought about since I found out she was a virgin," I heard

him saying, "I have never split a virgin cherry before. Every cunt I've ever

fucked was used. Mine is going to be the first cock to go into this cunt. I want

to savor every second of it. I want feel her cherry ripping as my cock slices

through it."

Even though it seemed that Billy was talking to me, I think he was talking more

to himself. I was so thrilled that he was pleased I was still a virgin. I was so

hot. My cunt was screaming for him to enter it. I wanted to share in Billy's joy

as he ripped it open. I felt my vulva spreading as the tip of his cock pressed

forward. My cunt, swollen with blood closed around its massive head as it

traveled towards my waiting hymen. A stabbing pain shot into my pelvis as his

cock slammed into my last defense of my virginity. I grabbed onto the sides of

the table to stop myself from sliding forward. It felt like he was going to push

me off the table.

"God Damn! This fucking cunt is tight," he yelled to his daddy.

He pulled back a little. The pain in my pelvis began to subside. I took the

opportunity to take in a few deep breaths before he came forward again. I felt

his hands grabbing me around my waist. He dug his fingers into the tops of my

hips. It felt like he was rupturing my stomach. He pulled my hips towards him.

At the same time I could feel his monster cock entering my cunt again. He was

shooting into me like a guided missile. I knew that in an instant he would rip

past my virginity and fill my waiting cunt. I held tightly to the sides of the

table. My ass was as high as I could lift it. My heart was pounding so hard that

it felt like there was a drum in my chest. I heard screaming. I heard the sound

of a lion roaring, the windows were shaking in its wake. I knew that the scream

had come from my lungs. The roar had surely come from Billy's. I sensed there

was something wrong. The raging pain was coming from my cunt but I knew that I

was still empty. I knew that I was still a virgin. The pain stopped. I couldn't

feel Billy touching me anywhere. I lifted my head. Billy was standing about

three feet from me. He was holding his cock in both of his hands. He was

whimpering and moaning. His beautiful cock had gone limp.

"Her fucking cunt is too tight Daddy! It felt like it had peeled my cock back

like a banana. I'm going to have to let you have her cherry. I can't get this

fucking monster in her."

I felt so sad for Billy. I knew how badly he wanted to be the one to split my

cherry. I was mad at my cunt. Why did it have to be so mean? Why was it being

such a cunt? I managed to get a little chuckle as that thought went through my

mind.

"I'm sorry son. But I'm spent. That suck job she gave me finished me for the

rest of the day."

Billy's daddy was still lying on the floor where he had fallen after he came in

my mouth. I was really feeling bad now. Billy couldn't get his monster cock into

me, and his daddy was too tired. Was I going to remain a virgin forever? I could

hear Billy sobbing. I lifted my head. He was standing a few feet away from me.

Tears were pouring down his cheeks. I felt so ashamed. I had failed my Masters.

Billy was holding a large hunting knife in his hand.

"I wanted to rip her cherry so badly daddy," he sobbed. "It was going to be the

first cunt I've ever split. I always thought I would kill a bitch if I rammed my

cock into her hard enough. Now I can't even rip a fucking cherry open. I'm a

failure daddy."

Billy's daddy didn't say a word. He just lay quietly on the floor.

"I'm not going to let her get away with it daddy. Let's see how much she likes

my hunting knife shoved into her cunt. Maybe you better help me tie her down

first," he said to his daddy.

My cunt was going to get its just reward. Billy was going to take revenge on it.

I didn't understand why he fell he needed to tie me down though. I couldn't wait

for him to punish my disobedient cunt. I wanted to feel it screaming with pain.

I lifted my legs up onto the table again resting my feet into the holders on the

outside corners of the table. I spread my legs as wide apart as I could. I

lifted my bum into the air so he would have good access to my cunt.

"Daddy!!! Do you see what she is doing? I can't believe she is for real. She is

going to let me shove this knife into her. If there was only another way. If

there was only another way. I would give anything to split her cherry with my

cock instead."

It hit me like a brick. I was excepting failure. This wasn't what Billy wanted.

This wouldn't make him happy. I wasn't giving him pleasure by allowing him to

open me up with his hunting knife. We were both excepting defeat. I would not be

remembered, let alone loved by them. I felt the tip of the knife entering my

cunt.

"Can I try something?" I said meekly.

I felt the knife stop moving forward just as its edge was biting into my vulva.

"What did you say?" he asked in a desperate sounding tone.

I knew that more talking was unnecessary. He had stopped the blade. He was

interested. It wasn't talking he wanted from me. I lifted my head and our eyes

met. It was the first time I had looked him in the eyes since the theater. Even

a slave must sometimes take control. This was one of those times. I lifted

myself onto my elbows. Then into a sitting position. My eyes never leaving

Billy's. They were telling him that I was now Master. The knife dropped from his

hand onto the floor. He started to walk backwards as if in fear of me. I stood

in front of him. I put my hands onto his shoulders. I began to push downward. He

was unable to resist my power over him. He crumbled onto the ground. I spread

his legs wide open. I lifted his arms over his head. I leaned down beside his

head.

"I have just staked you to the ground. No matter what happens you cannot move,"

I whispered.

I could see little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. There was a look of

bewilderment and fear in his eyes. I began to kiss around his neck. I put my

mouth to his. Our mouths opened and our tongues met. We seemed to kiss for an

eternity. When I lifted my head I glanced down over his belly. My plan was

working. His beautiful cock was beginning to rise again. I kissed my way down

his chest. The head of his massive cock dragged across my belly and between my

breasts. He watched as I squeezed his manhood between my breasts. I could hear

him beginning to moan. It fell wonderful that I was pleasing my Master again. I

could feel the heat between my legs. I was kneeling between his legs. He could

watch everything I was doing. I wrapped both my hands around his giant cock. I

began slowly stroking it...I lowered my head and sucked one of his balls into my

mouth. I licked around it with my tongue. I was pumping his cock faster and

harder as each second passed. He was moaning loudly now. His cock was as hard as

rock. I lifted my face so that he could see it. I opened my mouth wide. Saliva

was pouring out of my mouth and dripping onto the head of his swollen cock.

"You're killing me!" he moaned. "You're fucking killing me!"

I felt so proud as I looked down at him. The desire and lust in his eyes had

never been so intense. I was sure that he had never experienced obedience from a

slave before.

"Close your eyes," I ordered him to do.

I lowered my head to his huge cock. I opened my mouth and slowly began filling

it with his magnificent cock. I started licking around its base. My teeth taking

little bites under it. His cock was as hard as steel. The dark blue veins were

bulging everywhere. I was sure he thought he was going to cum in my mouth. But I

had other plans. I could feel his balls beginning to tighten. I knew he was

close to coming. His cock was larger than I had ever seen it before. It felt

like fire in my hands. It looked like a fence post sticking out of the ground. I

could taste his pre-cum. He was about to explode. I lifted myself onto my feet,

still keeping the head of his cock in my mouth. His eyes were closed. I replaced

my mouth with my hands. His cock was so beautifully covered in my saliva he

didn't even notice. I placed one foot on the ground on one side of his body, and

the other on the other side. I lowered myself down. I felt the mouth of my cunt

opening and embraced his giant cock head. I slowly pumped myself up and down on

it. I was sure he thought it was my mouth sucking on his wonderful tool. My cunt

juices were pouring out of me. They were running down the full-length of the

shaft. My entire body was beginning to quiver and shake as I anticipated my next

move. Almost the entire head of his cock was into my cunt as I pushed down. I

could feel shots of pain as I pushed it into my hymen. He was lifting his hips

off the ground trying to push farther into me. It was now or never. At the same

time as he was lifting his hips off the ground I raised my feet into the air. I

saw stars, flashers of bright lights, bells were ringing, Sirens were screaming.

The roar of a thousand lions was rocking the walls. Rome, the Coliseum flashed

through my mind. The lions roaring as they were ripping the cunts out of their

virgin victims. Then, all I could hear was screaming. It hurt my ears. It was

coming from my cunt. It was ripping its way into my belly and out through my

lungs. My eyes popped open. I was staring into his eyes. His eyes were wide open

looking back at me. It was as though he was looking straight through me. I could

hear a steady roar erupting from his body. We were both screaming at the top of

our lungs. I could feel his hands resting on top of my hips. He was pushing me

down onto him. His pubic bone was smashing into mine. I felt the magnificent

pressure in my belly. I threw my hands into the air and screamed even louder.

"He is in me! He is in me! His beautiful cock is buried in me!" I screamed at

the top of my lungs.

I could feel it pulsing as he started to feed my cunt with his seed. I could

feel each hot blast of cum filling my emptiness. He roared like an enraged lion

each time he shot into me. I felt the jolts of electricity rippling through my

cunt. It was jumping and twitching so wildly it was like my entire body was in

convulsions. I was having the most magnificent orgasm of my life. As our orgasms

began to subside he pushed down on my hips so I couldn't move. I could feel our

pubic bones grinding together. I was completely impaled on his magnificent

shaft. I could feel my clit grinding into him. I started to become aroused

again. I began to rock back and forth on him. I could feel him inside me; it was

like he was rubbing my belly from the inside.

"Get the fuck off of me," I heard him saying.

He pushed me off of him. I felt myself rolling over onto the ground. Billy stood

up. He stood over me for a minute. He was covered in blood. It was dripping from

his cock onto the ground. His groin and legs were also covered in blood. He had

a strange look it is eyes. It looked like he was going to speak. He opened his

mouth but said nothing. I was wondering if I had injured him. He had a lot of

blood on him. I wondered if I had made a mistake. He turned away from me. I

watched as he walked over to his father. His father was sitting on a chair now.

He was just a few feet from where Billy and I had been. I guess he had been

watching the show.

"What the fuck are we going to do with her? She is everything I have ever

wanted. She acts like she wants us to. She says she wants to be our slave...I

want to keep her. I say we don't snuff her. I want her fucking cunt wrapped

around my cock for the rest of my life," Billy said to his daddy.

His father just sat silently in his chair looking at me the whole time Billy was

talking. There had been no expression on his face.

"Daddy!" Billy yelled at his father. "We can do anything we want with her...She

was willing to let me cut her. We can't snuff her. I want her. I fucking want

her."

The old man didn't say a word. He just sat in his chair staring at me. He lifted

his hand and wiggled his finger to his son in a gesture that he wanted his son

to follow him. I watched as they got up and walked out of the barn. I knew they

had gone to decide my fate. I looked down at my body. I was covered in blood. I

realized that the blood I had seen all over Billy's body had come from me. There

was a small pool of blood between my legs on the ground. They had been outside

for about five minutes when I heard them start yelling at each other. The only

words I could make out were Billy saying "No" and his daddy yelling, "Yes". Then

everything went quiet again. I leaned forward to look at my cunt. At first I

thought it was all ripped open. It looked like raw meat. Then I realized it was

covered in blood, dirt, and Billy's cum. I spread its lips apart to take a

closer look at it. I was really intrigued by how it looked, and how it felt. It

seemed so much bigger than before. The lips were puffy and soft. I pushed my

fingers between them. They opened so easily now. My fingers disappeared inside.

I had never been able to put a finger inside myself before. I loved the feeling.

It was really wet and soft inside. I was thinking about how wonderful it had

felt having Billy's cock stretching it to its limits. It didn't even hurt now. I

could feel the heat building in it. The bleeding had stopped and the blood was

drying on my legs. Every time I touched my legs together they would stick. I

looked like a real mess. A flash of light made me jump to my feet. It was Billy

and the old man coming back into the barn. They stopped just a few feet in front

of me.

"Come with us," Billy said to me coldly. "It's time to go."

Billy and the old man turned and walked out of the barn. I stood for a moment

looking around the old building. It was like leaving a friend. A feeling of

sadness crept over me as I walked out of the barn. The old man was already

behind the wheel of the van. Billy was standing beside the large sliding door.

"Get in", he ordered me as I walked up to him.

My clothes were where I had left them neatly piled. Billy and his daddy had put

their clothes on. I thought that I should put my clothes on also.

"Leave those fucking clothes right where they are. You don't need them." Billy

said to me, he had a sad look in his eyes. "Don't say a fucking word...And don't

look at me. Put your fucking eyes down."

I lowered my eyes and curled up into the smallest ball I could on the floor of

the van. No one was speaking. No one made a sound. We just bounced along the old

dirt road, to where I didn't know. We had only driven for about five minutes

when the old man turned off the dirt road. We were driving through dense bush. I

could see small branches bending in the front window. I could hear squeals and

shrieks as the branches scraped against the sides of the van. We drove for about

another five minutes before we came to a stop. The old man got out and came over

to the side door. I was greeted by my friendly ray of sunlight again. It felt

wonderful on my skin.

"Get out," the old man told me.

When I climbed out I could see that we had stopped in a small grassy clearing

beside a large river. It was right out of a postcard. It looked like one of

those places that lovers would search out to have a picnic in. The grass was

warm and soft on my feet. The water in the river looked crystal clear. I walked

down beside the water's edge. I put my toes into the water...It felt warm and

inviting. I felt Billy's arms wrapping around me from behind. I wasn't stupid; I

knew why we were here. I chose not to think about it. I didn't think there was

any sense thinking about bad things I had no control over. I decided instead to

think about all the wonderful things that I had experienced. I decided to do

that until I couldn't think anymore. Those would be the only thoughts in my mind

for the rest of my life. Billy lifted me off my feet and into his arms. He

cradled me like a baby. He started walking into the water. A feeling of fear

started to invade my mind. I could feel my body starting to tremble. I was

trying my best not to be afraid. I wanted my Masters to remember me. I wanted

them to remember me as their obedient slave always. Not a screaming, frightened

cunt like all the rest. My mind was trying to make me beg for my life, to kick

and scream.

"I'm going to tell you something I've never said to anyone before," Billy said

softly. "I've been to this place before. I have never felt as I do now. I was

always happy to get rid of those screaming cunts. They acted like they were

better than us. My daddy thinks that you must hate us too. He says we can't

trust you. I have to do what my daddy tells me. My heart will break today. What

I am trying to say is, I think I love you."

Billy started lowering me into the warm water. I could see the blood washing

from my legs.

"Don't fight this, little cunt," he said, almost crying. "Take a deep breath and

it will be easier for you."

I felt him push my head under the water. I could see his eyes looking down on

me. They looked very sad. His words were echoing in my mind. He loved me. He

loved me. I had given him all the pleasures he wanted. I was the best he had

ever known. I would be remembered. Billy and his daddy would remember me every

time they were with a new girl. They would wish she could be like me. They both

wanted to keep me. The only reason they had to let me go was because they

couldn't be sure I wouldn't tell on them. I couldn't blame them for feeling that

way. All they had ever experienced had been hate. There was no way that I could

prove my loyalty to them.

"I should have prayed," I thought to myself. "I should have prayed for a way to

show them I was theirs. That I would always be their loyal slave."

The pain in my lungs was becoming unbearable. It seemed like I had been holding

my breath forever. I took in a deep breath. It felt like someone had capped

their hand over my mouth. At the same time it fell like I was being hit in the

chest by a sledgehammer. I still needed to breathe. I opened my mouth again.

Before I could take a breath I felt someone pulling my hair. My head burst out

of the water. I gasped as the air rushed into my lungs. I never knew that air

could taste so good. I gasped a few more times before I realized there was

yelling going on all around me. Billy was standing in front of me with his hands

stretched into the air. It looked like he was trying to touch the sky. I could

see a look of terror in his eyes...

"If Billy didn't pull me out of the water then whose arms am I in?" I thought to

myself, "and who is doing all the yelling."

I could feel strong arms holding me around my waist. I turned enough to see a

light brown uniform. The man was holding me with one of his arms and with the

other he was pointing a gun at Billy. He walked backwards out of the water and

put me down on the edge of the bank. He turned back to Billy. I could hear him

calling Billy bad names. He called Billy a monster and a pervert. He said he

wanted to shoot Billy right where he was standing. I looked up towards the van.

The old man was standing beside another man in a brown uniform. The man had a

gun pointed at his head to. I could see a big truck with a circle on the door.

It said "Forest Ranger". They weren't police, but I guess that didn't matter.

They had guns. My mind was racing. My emotions were going crazy. I was saved, I

was alive. I should have been happy, grateful, relieved. But instead I felt mad,

afraid, and resentful. These men wanted to hurt my Masters. They were

threatening the only people that truly loved me. Then, it came to me. I don't

know how the thought came into my head at that moment. It was from an episode

of, "Little House on the Plains". I knew what I had to do. I started to scream.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," I screamed at the top of my lungs as I ran up to the old

man. "Daddy Daddy I'm so scared," I cried with tears pouring down my cheeks.

"Who are these bad men Daddy? Make them go away."

Out of the corner of my eyes I could see a look of confusion on the Ranger's

face, and unfortunately on the old man's face too. The old man needed more help.

I guess he had never seen the show.

"Daddy, Daddy," I said as I jumped up and down. "Now that Uncle Billy has

baptized me, am I going to be smarter now?"

"Baptized?" I heard the Ranger say in a puzzle tone.

I turned to face the Ranger. I could tell that he was very embarrassed by my

nakedness.

"My daddy will be really mad at me for taking all my clothes off. He told me not

to. But that's the way it was done on, "Little House on the Plains". Wasn't it?"

He was totally dumbfounded now. He didn't have anything to say. "I'm going to go

put my clothes back on. Is that okay Daddy?"

I was trying to act a little stupid, maybe even a little retarded. That way all

the focus would be on me.

"Yes Mandy," I heard the old man say to me. "You go get your dress on. And don't

think you are going to get away with this young lady. Look at all the trouble

you have caused by running around with no clothes on."

I knew that the old man finally understood what I was trying to do. It was up to

him and Billy now. To talk their way out of it. I quickly threw my dress on. I

didn't bother with my panties or my bra. I wanted the Ranger to see me with my

dress on. I stood in the open door of the van. I started yelling down to the

men.

"Daddy, Uncle Billy," I yelled. "I'm cold, I want to go home."

I saw the two Rangers shaking hands with the old man and Billy. I watched as

they got into their truck and drove away. It was quiet again. I wondered how my

Masters felt. I hoped that I had pleased them. They were both sitting down by

the edge of the river. I walked down to them. A feeling of fear began to ripple

through my body. I knew that they wouldn't want to waste anymore time with me.

They had almost been caught already because of me. I knew that I would be back

in the water in a minute. I could hear them talking as I approached them.

"It looks like we owe you our lives," Billy said softly. "I'm sure you will

never forgive us for what we have done to you. All we ask is that you give us a

day's head start before you tell the police."

I felt a sickening feeling in my heart. I didn't want my Masters to feel

indebted to me. I just wanted them to love me. I wanted to be their slave. I

wanted them to pleasure themselves with me.

"I am your cunt, Master. I am your property. You may do with me as you please. I

only exist for your pleasure," I was running out of things to say...I wanted

them to understand how I felt.

"Stop, Stop," screamed Billy. "I understand. Be quiet little cunt," he said as

he stood up and walked over to me. "You are mine, I can do anything that I want

with you. You will do anything I say. You are my cunt. Put your eyes down, don't

look at me," he said with a broad smile on his face.

I lowered my eyes in obedience.

"She really is ours! She really is our cunt," I heard the old man saying. "What

time do you usually get home after you have spent the day at the library?" He

asked me.

"I'm usually home by 6:30 p.m. Master" I answered. "But my parents wouldn't

start to worry about me till it starts to get dark outside."

Billy said that it was only 5:00 p.m...He said it would take us a half-hour to

get to my house. He said we had almost an hour to spare. I didn't look up at

Billy, but I did giggle enough for them both to turn my way. I slowly lifted my

dress till it was up around my waist. My very pink, and freshly washed cunt was

looking right at them. I got down onto my hands and knees on the soft green

grass. I lifted my dress over my butt. I lowered my head to the ground. I spread

my legs as wide apart as I could. Then, I didn't move. Their cunt awaited them.

"You are the most perfect slave in the world," I heard Billy saying as he knelt

between my legs. "I will love you forever," he said as he fed his manhood into

my eagerly awaiting body. Billy and the old man pleasured themselves with me for

almost the full hour before we left our little paradise. When they dropped me

off a block from my house it was 6:15 p.m...I wouldn't be late, but I sure

looked a mess for having spent the day at the library...I snuck into the house

and up to my room undetected. It seemed like a strange world to be in. I wanted

to run back to my Masters. But I knew that was impossible for now. I stripped

off all my clothes. I ran across the hall to the bathroom. I stepped into the

shower; I turned it on very hot. My skin felt like it was burning. I loved the

heat on my body. When I stepped out of the shower I stood in front of the

full-length mirror. I look different, I felt different. I didn't see a

ten-year-old girl looking back at me. I saw a cunt. I saw a walking talking

cunt. I was proud to be a cunt. I was proud of my body. I looked like I had aged

five years in that one day. Where there used to be an almost unnoticeable little

slit between my legs I now had a gaping cunt. My breasts seemed to have grown.

My nipples stood erect. As I admired myself in the mirror I noticed that the

door to the bathroom was open. I saw my Daddy standing in the doorway smiling

down at me. I turned to him in all my nakedness. I watched his eyes as he

examined every inch of my body. My legs were spread just enough to expose the

lips of my vulva. I could feel the heat filling my cunt. I could feel the

wetness running down the inside of my thigh. My daddy's eyes were riveted to my

dripping cunt. He had never moved past the threshold of the doorway before. I

saw his foot move forward, he was crossing the threshold...He was coming towards

me. I could feel my nipples swelling, my cunt filling with blood. He reached out

his hand - - -

Now wait a minute, that's another story, isn't it?

A Little Note: If there is one thing in life that terrifies me, it is

"Rejection". The first time I submitted this story for posting the editors of

this site rejected it. They said it needed more work. They could just as well

have stabbed me in the heart.

Please please don't misunderstand. They were 100% right. It was a mess. It's my

problem. It took all my courage to try again. So, if you want to say something

nice about my little story, if it entertained you and you would like me to

continue writing, please let me know. But if you are mad at me, or didn't like

it, please don't. Just hate me, but please don't tell me.

ANGELGIRL

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