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 Chapter One.  Bettina Takes a Trip.
   It was a Saturday morning, and unlike most other Saturday mornings, when
she stayed in her bed as long as she could, Bettina was up early and had
almost finished her regular Saturday chores before her mother came down
stairs.  The reason for this uncharacteristic burst of enthusiasm for work
was that unlike most other Saturday mornings, today Bettina was going away!
A real holiday!  True, it was only for the weekend, but it was the first
time in her life that she had ever stayed away from home.
   Her mother, apparently, had business in Frankfurt, and had arranged for
Bettina to stay with Baron von Langsdorf tonight.  They were to take the
nine thirty train to Langsdorf, and the Baron would meet them at the
station!  Nervous about staying with a such a fine gentleman as the Baron,
but excited about the adventure it represented, Bettina was in a fine state
of nervousness!
   At breakfast she chattered non stop to her mother; questions about the
Baron, about Langsdorf, and about how she should act.  'Now just be
yourself.  Remember to be polite and do as the Baron asks you.  Always
remember Bettina, the Baron is an important man for us, and you should
never upset him or make him angry.' As she instructed her daughter, pangs
of guilt gripped Elizabeth.  She was, she realised, virtually telling
Bettina to submit to the Baron's lust.  'Now, clear away the breakfast
things, and we'll get ready to go.' Bettina had cleared the table and had
finished washing up, when she heard her mother's voice from the living
room. 'I thought you should have a new outfit to go away in.  We don't want
the Baron to think badly of us, do we?' Bettina gave a shriek of delight
and rushed into the room.  Her mother was holding up a blue velvet dress!
It had white lace trim, and mother of pearl buttons down the front of the
bodice.  Bettina, living as she had, in a genteel kind of poverty all her
life, thought it was the most beautiful thing she had ever seen!  Her
mother then handed her a brown paper parcel.  'You're growing fast
Bettina....  I think you should start wearing clothes more suitable for a
young lady.  Try these on....' Bettina tore into the package, her
excitement putting a smile on her mother's face.  When the paper storm
ended, Bettina was staring, dumbfounded, at a pile of ladies underwear. 
Perhaps 'lingerie' would be a better description.  There were slips and
petticoats, brassieres and panties; all in silk and in a wonderful array of
colours!  Bettina was speechless.  But only for a moment!  'Mama!  Oh Mama!
Are all these for me?  They're beautiful!  They're so grown up!  Are they
really all mine?' Her mother smiled and lifted her skirts to reveal a pair
of powder blue silk panties.  'Mine are a couple of sizes bigger!  I'm sure
we'll be able to tell them apart!' They both collapsed into fits of
giggles. 'Hurry!  I just can't wait to see what they look like on you!'
Elizabeth said, tossing a set of salmon pink bra and panties to Bettina;
who promptly flew up to her room to change.  When she came down, her feet
didn't seem to even touch the stairs!  Bettina stood in front of her
mother, the pink silk panties caressing her hips, her legs exposed to the
top of her thighs.  Her young breasts were cradled lovingly by the
brassiere, her nipples pushing against the thin material.  Elizabeth looked
at her and a tear rolled down her cheek.  Her little girl, her baby, now
stood in front of her transformed into a young woman.  Something of a
nymph, it had to be said, but there was no denying natures work.  Bettina
was no longer a child.  'How do I look?!  Oh!  Mother!  I love you!'
Bettina ran into her mothers arms and hugged her.  Elizabeth, tears now
streaming down her face, held Bettina to her and rested her cheek on her
daughter's head.  'You look wonderful, my darling.  Absolutely beautiful! I
shall have to build a wall around the house to keep the boys away!' Bettina
looked up at her mother, her face darkening with colour.  'Boys?  But I
don't have any friends who are boys....' Elizabeth laughed and stroked
Bettina's hair.  'Not now maybe, my darling, but I think the boys around
here will soon want to become your friend!  I'm going to have to beat them
off with a stick!  There'll be hundreds of them!' teased Elizabeth. 
Bettina buried her face between her mother's breasts, embarrassed by her
mother's recognition of her budding sexuality, and all of a sudden, acutely
aware of the hair beginning to grow under her arms and between her legs. 
Elizabeth whispered, 'Don't worry.  The nice ones we'll let in!' 'Mother!
Stop it!' Elizabeth let go of Bettina and fell into a chair, gales of
laughter depriving her of the ability to stand!  'Sorry my love, but you
should see the look on your face!' composing herself a little, she then
said, 'Now, the dress, and there's a pair of black shoes in that box under
the table....you'll have to get used to heels on shoes....and there's a
black cape in that other parcel....should look nice....' and so it
continued.
   An hour later, the two of them were standing on the station platform,
the train for Langsdorf announcing its presence from a kilometre away with
a blast of it's shrill whistle.  Bettina stood next to her mother, holding
her hand and wondering how she would ever get used to the way men kept
looking at her.  As they had walked down the village to the station, she
had noticed several men had been looking at her.  The shopkeeper, Herr
Schuster, had even spoken to her as they passed his store.  'Good Morning
Elizabeth!  Good Morning Miss Bettina!  How lovely you both look today!'
Her mother had smiled at him in a way Bettina had never seen her mother
smile at anyone before.  Her new clothes not only gave her the appearance
of a well groomed young lady, but also emphasised her curves.  Even
Elizabeth was surprised at just how much Bettina had grown recently.  Her
old clothes were childishly voluminous, and had concealed Bettina's
developing figure.  The new ones, however, were cut to show off the shape
of the wearer!  As the train drew to a halt in a cloud of steam, an elderly
gentelman with huge side whiskers and a spectacular moustache, opened the
carriage door for Bettina.  She was quite non-plussed when he bowed
slightly, and, taking off his top hat with a sweeping gesture, ushered her
into the carriage.  Elizabeth followed, and with a smile she turned to the
elderly man and said, 'Thank you sir, it is reassuring to know we are
travelling in honourable company.' 'Not at all my dear, the company of such
lovely ladies is a delight and a privilige!' At this, even Elizabeth
blushed.  She sat down next to Bettina and turned to her wide eyed
daughter. 'You see, its started already!  Just a change of clothes and
grown men begin to fall over themselves to please you!  Never mind the boys
in the village!' she whispered.  Bettina gave her mother a furious look,
and turned to look out of the window, her thoughts going ahead to their
meeting with the Baron.  She couldn't get the memory of his hand stroking
her bottom out of her head.  And did he really touch her secret place?  And
would he do it again, she wondered.  What to do if he did?
   The journey to Langsdorf only took thirty minutes, and as they alighted
from the train, the Baron himself was there to greet them on the platform.
'Good Morning Elizabeth!' he said, taking her hand and kissing it.  He
turned to Bettina.  'Is this really the same young lady I met at your
house, my dear?' Elizabeth nodded.  'Yes, Baron, this is indeed my little
Bettina.' 'A delight to the eye, and I am sure, a treasure to know!' He
said kissing her hand in the same manner as he had her mothers.  A wave of
guilt surged through Elizabeth as she saw the effect the compliments had on
Bettina.  To an adult woman, they would mean little, but to a nieve young
girl such as Bettina, they could be very seductive, and Bettina had
coloured up immediatley the Baron had taken her hand.  They walked out to
the waiting carriage, where the Baron's coachman, Jurgen, was waiting.  He
eyed Bettina and Elizabeth with interest.  Women, he knew, were the Baron's
hobby, and he often had benefited from his master's penchant for voyeurism!
Elizabeth and Bettina, oblivious to Jurgen's role as the Baron's cohort in
debauchery, climbed into the carriage and were whisked off to the Baron's
house.
   Baron von Langsdorf was a rich man.  Inheriting five thousand acres of
farmland, but having little interest in farming, (he considered it a labour
for lower classes of the Gentry) he had rented out much of the land, and
had re invested the money in property.  His unscrupulous methods had earned
him a considerable portfolio.  Many properties had been owned by the widows
of those unfortunates who had made the ultimate sacrifice for their country
during the war.  They had fallen to the Baron either by default of mortgage
repayments, or by simple bullying of the hapless widows.  Many of his
properties were tennanted by the previous owners widows; the younger,
prettier ones often falling prey to the Baron's voracious sexual appetite
when they were unable to pay their rents.  The Baron now owned over a
hundred properties, which furnished him each month with a handsome income
in rent, and many pleasurable hours of debauchery!
   His own house; built three hundred years previously, stood overlooking
the little town which bore the Baron's family name.  Indeed, most of the
property that the town consisted of had been built by the Baron's
ancestors, and were still owned by him.  At the rear of his house, a
hundred hectares of prime farmland, worked by local labour, and managed
very casually by the Baron himself, provided him with meat, vegetables and
dairy produce.  In short, the Baron lived well, and sated all his appetites
by his own means!
   The little carriage drew up at the large front doors that constituted
the entrance to Hof Langsdorf.  Elizabeth and Bettina were helped down by
the leering Jurgen, and shown into the main entrance by a uniformed maid.
The Baron would have no men in his house except Jurgen.  His total staff
consisted of the maid, a cook and Jurgen.  Once inside, they were shown up
a large, sweeping oak panelled staircase to the bedrooms on the first
floor. A large room with a canopied four poster bed stood at one end of the
room, and a large fireplace at the other.  A window, some four metres wide,
and three metres high, hung with red velvet curtains, let in light, and
gave a panoramic view of the town.  Next to the bed, a small door invited
Bettina's curiosity, and as she explored behind it, she was amazed, (as was
her mother), to find a bathroom, complete with flushing toilet and a large
bath!  Big thick towels hung from a rail on the wall, and perfumed soaps
and oils stood on a glass shelf.  'Well!  I've never seen the likes of this
before!' exclaimed Elizabeth, flushing the toilet and gazing at the water
as it disappeared from view.  'Surely it can't be hygenic to have a toilet
in the house?' Bettina wasn't listening.  She was busy sniffing the soaps
and rubbing her face in the large fluffy towels!  They unpacked Bettina's
little bag, putting her clothes in one of the draws of a dressing table
standing next to the door of the room.  'I'm afraid I must leave you now,
my dear, so remember what I said, and be sure to be well behaved.' With a
kiss to her daughter's forehead, Elizabeth left the room, giving her
teenage daughter over to the tender mercies of the Baron.
   No sooner had her mother left than the maid knocked on the door.  She
was a woman of some thirty years, and had the responsibility of
housekeeping for the Baron.  She eyed Bettina somewhat sadly, and then
informed her that 'The Master' had requested her company on a shopping trip
in the town.  Now, the word 'shopping' was one that sparked an immediate
and very positive response in Bettina!  Her recent aquisitions of clothing
had awakened her dormant feminine instincts, and the possibility of
aquiring more desirable artifacts spurred her into action.  She grabbed her
little cape and in a flash was out of the door and following the maid down
the stairs.  They found the Baron sitting at a large desk in his study.  As
they entered he stood up and smiled.  'Ah!  Bettina!  Jurgen has taken your
Mother to the station, and I thought we might walk through the town and do
a little shopping.  Show you my little domain, eh?' Bettina nodded
enthusiastically, her face flushed and her eyes bright with anticipation!
The Baron donned his coat, picked up his cane, and the two of them set off
on the short walk to the little town's high street.
   Although Langsdorf was small, it cannot be said that it was
impoverished. Apart from the usual baker's, grocer's shops and hardware
store, the town also boasted a ladies and gentleman's outfitters, a small
jewelery store, and a book shop.  To Bettina's delight, it was the ladies
outfitters that they entered first.  A young girl approached them and asked
if she could help, but almost immediately she was swept aside by a matronly
figure, who dismissed the girl with a flourish of her hand, telling her
that she would 'See to the Baron personally.' There then followed a period
in Bettina's life that, many years later, she could describe in minute
detail!
   The Baron asked to see handbags, and then instructed the woman to see to
it that Bettina had enough for a young lady to complete her wardrobe! 
First, a small black purse on a long strap, and then a handbag.  A similar
one in brown, and (Bettina's favourite)a white drawstring bag 'suitable for
matinee's and summer outings....' the woman informed her.  Two change
purses and a little velvet bag 'for Madam's jewelery' completed the line
up! Bettina was in heaven!  To top it all as they were leaving the shop,
she was presented with a blue parasol that matched her dress, 'With the
compliments of the establishment.'
   As if all this was not enough, their progress down the high street was
punctuated with a visit to the little jewelers shop, where the Baron picked
out a gold chain for Bettina, and fastened it around her neck himself. 
'Now, you have all the trappings of the beautiful young lady you are!' He
told her with a big smile.  Bettina, still speechless from the shock of all
the handbags, could only throw her arms around his neck and (much to his
delight, and the embarasment of the shopkeeper) kiss him!
   The bakers store, however, with lemonade and cream buns, restored
Bettina to a much more natural state.  She looked at the Baron over the top
of her lemonade glass.  'Thank you so much Sir!  I'm afraid Mamma will be
angry with me, you having spent so much on me....' the Baron waved his hand
dismissively.  'Your mother, I can assure you, will say nothing.  As no
doubt you will become aware, I answer to no one for my actions!  If I wish
to buy you nice things, my dear Bettina, you shall have them!  Your mother
will say nothing...nothing at all...I promise you!' He smiled at her again,
and Bettina had a feeling that there was more to the Baron than just
generosity.  How right she was!
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   Chapter Two.  Bettina and the Picture Book
   The Baron had taken Bettina back to his house after their little
shopping expedition.  She was positvely aglow with excitement, having
aquired a whole wardrobe of handbags and some jewellery, thanks to the
Baron's dubious agenda.
   The maid knocked on the door and came in, went to the bathroom and
proceeded to run a bath.  'Would you like me to help you bath and dress for
dinner Miss?' She enquired of Bettina.  Bettina blushed at the thought of a
stranger seeing her naked, and shook her head.  'Dinner will be served in
about an hour.  Shall I come and get you?' This time Bettina nodded.  'Yes
please.' she said in a whisper.  'Is there anyting I can get you, or do for
you?' Bettina looked at the woman.  Her face was strained.  'I don't think
so.  Thank you.' 'Oh my dear, you're so young....' The maid went quiet,
then continued.  'If you want me to come to you, just pull the bell rope by
your bed.  It doesn't matter what time it is, I'll come straight away.'
Bettina smiled, and the maid left her alone.
   Settling back in the bath, Bettina closed her eyes.  What luxury!  The
tin bath in front of the living room fire that she was used to, was a whole
world away from this!  She drew a deep breath, inhaling the scent from the
bath salts.  Her mother would never beleive this when she told her about
it!
   The dining room was a cavernous place.  Large fireplaces almost filled
the walls at each end of the room, and three glittering chandeliers lit the
massive hall.  To Bettina's eyes it looked like a King's palace!  There
were two places set on the big table, and she sat at the opposite end of it
to the Baron.  She looked at the array of silver cutlery in front of her,
at the fine chrystal goblets, and felt an accute lack of social skills! 
What was it all for?
   When the maid brought her a delicate porcelaine bowl filled with soup,
Bettina looked up at her, confusion on her face.  The maid bent and
whispered, 'Start at the outside and work inwards!' Bettina smiled in
thanks, and picked up the soup spoon.  She was, however, puzzled by the
absence of bread to go with it.  Minutes later, still feeling hungry, she
watched the empty bowl being taken away with some disappointment.  Then, to
her delight, the maid put a plate adorned with a single fillet of white
fish in front of her.  Bettina loved fish, but very rarely got it, and she
ate it slowly, savouring each mouthful.
   It was at this point that the maid filled the crystal goblet with white
wine, that glinted in the candle light.
   Now, Bettina had been brought up as a well mannered girl, but this was
new territory for her.  She had never seen wine before, let alone tasted
it, and she had no idea of it's potential.  She sipped cautiously at it,
and finding it a little sour, did not really imbibe as freely as the
closely watching Baron would have liked.  She drank enough though, and her
increasingly casual and relaxed demeanour told the Baron that all was going
to plan.
   When her empty plate was removed she eyed the remaining cutlery with
some excitement.  There was still some left in front of her, and it held
the expectation of more lovely things!  And so it proved to be.  They next
dined on thinly sliced beef, and vegetables; some of which Bettina had
never seen before, and which she tasted with some trepidation.  Finding
nothing that wasn't to her liking, she proceeded to clear her plate.  All
that was left now was a spoon and fork, positioned above and at right
angles to where the other cutlery had been.  At home, this would definately
mean pudding!  But what about here?  Everything was so different!  A minute
later, Bettina's query was answered by a crystal bowl full of delicious
white ice cream, topped with hot caramel sauce.  Without doubt, the
highlight of the meal as far as she was concerned!
   'I shall be back in a minute or two my dear.  Please go through into my
study, there's a fire there....more comfortable.' the Baron left the room,
leaving Bettina to finish her wine.
   She left the dining room, making her way, as he had indicated, into the
small room he used as a study.  It was wood panelled, with a fire burning
merrily in the grate.  Bookshelves lined two walls and a desk stood in the
centre of the room.  Papers were piled in one corner of it, and a large
green leather bound book dominated the centre of it.  She walked around the
room, examining the books on the shelves.  many were about famous artists.
some were account books.  She turned at he sound of his voice.  Instead of
his usual black coat and lace collar, he was wearing a long, heavy chineese
silk dressing gown that buttoned up the front.  'I see you like books.  I
have a great many.  Would you like to see my favourite one?' She nodded. 
He sat at the desk and motioned for her to join him.  She went and stood
beside him 'This is one I only recently aquired, but it is definately my
favourite.  It cost me a great deal of money!' Casually he opened it.  'I
love books, but we only have a few at home.  Mother says we can't afford
them....' She could not avoid seeing the exposed page and her voice trailed
away.  She lifted her hand to her mouth as she looked at the illustration
that filled the whole of one folio sized page.
   It was obviously the work of a skilled artist.  The man in the picture
was young and handsome, he lolled back in a large leather armchair.  A
pretty young girl stood in front of him, laughing, and Bettina was
surprised to see that she was wearing a blue dress almost identical to the
one she was wearing.  The girl was holding up her skirts and wore nothing
beneath so the young man could see the golden nest between her thighs that
barely covered the pouting lips that peeped through the hair!  All this was
enough to take her breath away, but there was worse, far worse.  The front
of the young man's trousers were undone, and through the opening thrust a
pale shaft with a pink head.  The young man was holding it lightly between
his finger and thumb, and seemed to be pointing it directly at the girl's
rosy opening.  Bettina had never seen a naked man, and she had not expected
anything remotely like this!  She stared at the picture with dreadful
fascination, unable to tear her eyes away.  She felt waves of heat rising
up her throat and flooding her cheeks.  'I thought the girl looked
remarkably like you, don't you think so, my dear?' said the Baron.  'I
don't know...' she whispered quietly.  'Look, her dress is identcal to
yours!' She thought her legs would fold under her as she felt the Baron's
hand settle on the back of her knee.  His fingers dallied for a moment,
triggering flashes of energy that set her trembling.  His touch seemed to
burn her flesh as he gently moved his hand up the back of her leg inside
her dress, not hesitating, or quickly either, but with a casual confidence
that took away her ability to resist it.  Reaching her buttocks, the hand
paused, caressing her bottom.  The wine had done its work.  Instead of
outrage or fear, Bettina thought instead of the little girl's underwear she
had so recently abandonned, with its high waistband and drawstring, and
it's long legs almost reaching her knees.  She was very pleased she had her
new silk finery; the new 'grown up' underwear her mother had bought her,
and which only this morning she had adopted with such pleasure.  A feeling
of pride ran through her.  She felt very grown up.
   The Baron watched Bettina's face carefully as he ran his hand up her
leg. Passing his hand over her silk clad buttocks, he smiled.  Her mother
had dressed her for him, how thoughful!  Knickerbockers were so
inconvenient.  A surge of expectation stiffened his penis.  She was not
objecting to his attentions!  He moved his hand upwards, then dipped it
into the elasticated waistband of her new panties, feeling the flesh of her
firm young bottom.  Still no objections.  He glanced up.  She was bright
pink, and staring at the picture of the young couple.  She glanced at him,
and he smiled back.  With his free hand he turned the page of the book. 
Bettina's eyes moved back to the pictures.  The girl was kneeling in front
of the young man.  Bettina was horrified to see that her hand was holding
the long shaft that protruded from the boy's trousers.  Her pudgy little
fingers were unable to encircling it.  But it was the look on their faces
that amazed her the most!  The girl was gazing lovingly at the fleshy
object in her hand, a dreamy smile inhabiting her mouth.  The boy was
equally infatuated; laying back in the chair, his hands reaching out for
the girl, a positively rapturous expression on his face.
   She squirmed slightly as she felt the Baron's hand cup her buttock. 
Then enlightenment hit her like a lightning bolt.  All of a sudden she knew
why little girl's underwear was so different to women's, and somewhere deep
inside her, that realisation was converted into physical feelings. 
Feelings that started in her belly and ran through her, terminating in her
secret place, but filling her whole body with a heightened sense of
awareness.
   'Rembrandt always took artistic licence in my opinion, Bettina.'
Commented the Baron.  Bettina's jaw dropped.  The man who had painted the
face of God painted this?  The Baron continued.  'You're a big girl now, I
think you should know the truth in these matters.' She heard the rustle of
clothing.  'There you are, that is what it really looks like.' Looking down
she saw that the Baron had opened the front of his robe, and that he wore
nothing beneath.  She stared at the thing that stood proud through the
folds of his robe.  The painting was a pale and romanticised representation
of it.  The real thing in front of her rose massively from a patch of dark
hair and seemed as thick as her wrist.  The head was not an insipid pink as
in the picture, but the colour of a ripe plum; the slit in the end of it
glaring at her like a cyclopean eye.  She screwed her eyes tightly shut. 
This was bad.  She had been taught so at church.  It was the way to evil!
Father Jacob had said so!
   'Open your eyes, Bettina.' The Baron said quietly.  It was then that she
remembered her mother's instructions.  <Do as you are told, Bettina.  The
Baron is an important man to us.> She opened them just a fraction.  The
Baron was turning the page of the big book and as he did so his hand delved
further into her panties, his fingers worming their way between her thighs,
moving closer to her secret place!  The feeling that was circulating around
her lower torso suddenly flared and filled that private place of hers with
heat!  She closed her eyes again as the rest of the world seemed to fade
away, leaving just her and the Baron's fingers.  Suddenly those fingers did
something that she thought they shouldn't really do, but she moved her feet
apart slightly so they could do it more easily.  How could something so bad
feel like this?
   The Baron didn't miss Bettina's movement, nor did he fail to take
advantage of it.  He slid his hand along her vagina and began to lightly
massage her little clitoris, running a finger up to it through the folds of
her outer labia.  She was wet.  And getting wetter!  Oh, how he loved the
young ones!  They were so ready!  Their bodies betraying them so quickly,
leaving them ready and waiting for him despite any misgivings they may
have! Bettina was no different.  She may be unsure of what was going on,
but her body was absolutely aware of the proceedings and, according to the
wetness that was now trickling down her inner thigh, was ready for what
both it, and the Baron, knew was going to happen very shortly!
   He turned her to face him, then ran his other hand up her skirts.  He
eased her silk panties down over her hips and let them drop to the floor.
   It would have been so embarrasing to have the Baron fumbling with the
cord of her cotton knickerbockers, she thought, instead of just slipping
them down like this....  When he showed her the picture of the girl lying
under the boy and his shaft buried in her to the hilt, she did not beleive
it possible, even though the Baron was sliding a finger in and out of her
tight little hole.
   'Come over here Bettina, so we may be more comfortable.' He seated her
on the sofa in front of the fire, and went to a small table on which stood
a crystal decanter of ruby red liquid and two glasses.  He filled one glass
and brought it to her.  'Drink this....it will chase away all the doubts
and worries!' he said with a smile.  She choked and coughed at the sting of
the liquor, but then a marvelous glow spread through her, to her toes and
finger tips.  He sat beside her, stroked her hair and spoke to her softly.
'What beautiful girl you are!  I've so looked forward to this weekend.' He
slipped an arm around her shoulders, bringing them closer together.  Lulled
by the alcoholic warmth in her belly and his mesmeric voice, she leaned her
head on his chest and relaxed against him.  His right hand was draped over
her shoulder and he caressed her right breast.  His left hand moved up her
legs, back to her secret place.  She let her thighs part, allowing him
complete access to her.  'Shall we undo these little buttons?' the Baron
asked Bettina.  She nodded dumbly, and her hands moved to do as he bid. 
She watched them, as if in a dream, the liquor now having removed her
inhibitions completely.  The baron had to supress a laugh as Bettina began
to undress.  This was beyond his wildest dreams!  He had expected to have
to do it himself, with Bettina objecting.  He eased the dress off her
shoulders and she stood up to let the garment fall to the floor.  She
lifted her arms when he peeled her chemise from her torso and returned his
smile when he removed her brassierre to reveal her pink pointed breasts.
   She was naked in the candlelight.  Her child like body was pale and
white, like cream in a jug.  She felt no shame as he smiled at her,
fondling her bottom, suckling her breasts and kissing her face.  She turned
this way and that at the gentle urging of his hands.  He stood up and she
watched him as he shed his robe.  Again the real thing was much different
to the pictures in the book.  The boy was pale, smooth and slim.  The man
standing in front of her was a different animal altogether.  His complexion
was darker.  The muscles in his arms and torso rippled when he moved, his
chest was covered in a light coating of dark hair which ran down his belly
and surrounded his erect manhood.  His testicles were large and round, his
legs looked strong and powerful.
   Bettina stared at him like a rabbit hypnotised by a snake.  For a few
moments her mind raced as she tried to take in the unfamiliar sight before
her.  She felt both frightened and at the same time elated.  There was
something about this naked man that she found irresistable.  She felt an
urge to go to him, to hold him and to be close to him, to bring her own
nakedness to his.  But the sight of his penis kept her motionless.  The
Baron was not a small man, and his penis would have made any man proud.  It
stood upright at an angle of forty five degrees from his body, it's head
seeming to watch her, it's single eye fastened on her; the snake about to
strike.  'There now, we're both as God intended.' murmurred the Baron. 
Confusion ran amok in Bettina's mind.  As God intended?  But surely this
was wicked, Father Jacob had told them at church....then she heard another,
quieter voice.  'People made clothes, not God!' said the liquor.  'But
surely this is the way to Hell?' she asked it.  'How can things made by God
be evil?  Look at him, is he not one of God's works of art?' the liquor
argued.  Bettina gazed at the naked man before her.  He did look quite
beautiful.  Magnificent, really.  Sort of scary and magnificent all at the
same time.  The liquor coursed faster through her veins.  'And are you not
also just as beautiful?  Are we not all made in the image of God himself?'
The demon drink continued.  'God made you and he, just the way you both are
now, so how can that be evil?  Don't be silly, this is the way God wants
it!' The confusion was settling.
   Bettina nodded slighly, it all made sense.  She began to see it all now.
For a moment she considered her body and that of the man before her.  Yes,
it was how God had made them.  It was how He intended!  That was obvious
now.
   The Baron moved back to the sofa, and she sat next to him.  Her
breathing increased a pace, and her eyes swivelled to watch the snake as it
came closer.  He took her unresisting hand and wrapped it around his cock.
It jerked as though it had life of it's own, and she was surprised to feel
how hot and hard it was.  He closed his hand over hers, and began to move
them up and down, showing her what he wanted.  She mastered the action in
seconds, and the Baron lay back, his eyes closed.
   Then she understood.  She was doing the same as the girl in the picture.
He wanted her to do the same things as the girl in the blue dress.  She was
the girl in the blue dress!  She remembered the picture of the copulating
young couple and looked at the Baron's cock in her hand.  It was too big!
It would never go in!
   When he began to moan softly she stopped, fearing she was hurting him,
but he said, 'Don't stop!  Just like that!' So she continued, reassured. 
Suddenly he let out a deep shuddering sigh, and amazed her with a jet of
milky fluid shooting from the snake's single eye!  It slashed across her
wrist and his belly and as she continued her action, he grasped her wrist
and said, 'Thats enough, Bettina!' Smiling, he slowly sat up.  'Thank you
Bettina, you've made me very happy!  You're very good at that!' She smiled,
pleased that she had made him happy.  She watched him absent mindedly as he
slipped from the sofa and knelt on the floor.  He put his hands on her
knees, moving them apart.  Bending, he lowered his face between her thighs
and she felt his moustache tickling them.  'What are you doing?' she cried
in alarm, and tried to sit up.  But his hand was between her breasts,
holding her down.  She cried out again and fell back across the sofa, as
his mouth covered her secret place.  His tongue carressed her labia, then
parted them and its hot wet ministrations caused her to arch her back and
cry out.  She was overcome by a sensation so intense she feared she might
feint, but her legs clamped the Baron's head so hard that for a moment he
too felt dizzy.
   Floating in a hazy post orgasmic stupor, Bettina did not realise the
Baron had moved.  He lifted her legs up and apart, moving closer to her,
his penis nudging the unsuspecting little girl's body.  That body, however,
was more than ready for him.  She was dripping wet, her vagina was
lubricated and hot as blood surged around her lower belly.  The ripples of
her orgasm had flexed her unused virgin passage, making it eager for the
coming ordeal of her deflowering.  It was not dissappointed.
   The Baron gently moved is hips forward, pushing the dark red knob of his
cock past Bettina's labia and into her vagina.  Her orgasm induced state of
relaxation enabled him to subdue her maidenhead easily, stretching it until
it gave in to the inevitable and snapped.  Having done it's duty it
admitted a man for the first time.
   Feeling the prick of pain, Bettina's eyes flashed open.  She tried to
close her legs, but they only clamped his hips.  She put her hands on his
chest, but lacked the strength to fend him off.  She looked down at his
shaft as it dissappeared into her, feeling the big head slowly ploughing
into her tight passage.  Exhausted from her first climax, her will sapped
by the liquor, she just lay there panting, unable to resist him or his big
cock as they overpowered her body and her senses.  She felt full of him, as
though the snake was consuming her entire being from the inside. 
Indescribable sensations began to build in her as he moved slowly back and
forth inside her young, tight body, her velvet passage massaging him and
cajoling him, urging his cock to give up the fluid it craved.
   Bettina relaxed, giving herself over to him, allowing him free reign
over her.  No more protestations or resistance, just a blind obedience to
his demands; acceptance of him and his cock as the Baron fucked her towards
another climax.  He began to move faster and faster, his thrusting making
her breasts quiver.  Bending over her, he spread her legs wider, easing
them down almost to her shoulders, his cock now plunging deep into her, the
head crashing into her cervix at the end of each powerful stroke.  He felt
her fingers on his shoulders, gripping him, her nails sending little
flashes of pain, heightening his already intense pleasure.  She began to
cry out, her vagina gripping him tightly, pulsating, milking him of the
semen that burst from his bulging balls.
   With a deep growl he gave a last, strong thrust.  She arched her back in
the throes of a massive climax, clinging onto him as he threw back his head
and shot his sperm deep into her.  Three times his cock spasmed, filling
her with the white liquid.  She collapsed on the sofa, whimpering and
gasping for breath.  The Baron, wide eyed and breathless, shakily stood up,
and viewed his conquest.
   Bettina lay sprawled across the sofa.  Her legs spead wide, her right
arm and leg dangling on the floor.  A stream of semen oused from her.  Her
once light pink labia were now almost red, the glow of her orgasm spreading
from there up her belly to her chest and her face.
   'That,' mused the Baron, 'is one well fucked thirteen year old!'
   They retired to Bettina's room and for the next two hours Bettina
eagerly learned what pleased a man and brought pleasure to herself.  They
sucked and licked each other and she coughed a little when he came in her
mouth the first time.  But she learned quickly and swallowed easily the
second time.  She sat astride him with an earnest expression and learned
how to fuck a man; but she giggled insanely when he positioned her on all
fours and mounted her from behind.
   In the morning the maid found them curled up together, fast asleep.  He
had taken her from the women's workhouse when she was just ten years old,
and she had loved him for the clothes, the good food and the little room
she had all to herself.  She slowly shook her head, remembering the first
time he had come to her little bed in the servants quarters all those years
ago.  She had been in his employ for just one week.  At first she had cried
when he had lifted her nightdress and had touched her, but he had silenced
her tears by telling her that it was much better than going back to the
workhouse.  After all, he told her, it was what girls did for men, and only
natural.  He had dried her tears, and then had toyed with her until her
immature little body had responded to him.  He had laid her down on the
bed, and she had watched him undress.  She was no stranger to the male
body. The guardian at the workhouse had often made her suck him, chuckling
with glee as he ejaculated into her mouth.  She had seen him with other,
bigger girls too, and she knew what she must now do for the Baron.  The
pain was quick and fleeting, and after the first time she gradually came to
enjoy his thrustings.  Eventually he became less attentive and caring, as
familiarity robbed their relationship of respect.  She thought of the
nights she had lain under him since as he rutted remorselessly, sating his
lust with no thought to her or her feelings.  She thought of the countless
other women and girls to whom she had served breakfast after they had spent
a night with the Baron.  He was, she concluded, a completely amoral man, a
ready candidate for the fires of Hell.
   When her mother came later in the morning, Bettina said nothing about
the night and its adventures.  She did wonder, though, why her mother had
tears in her eyes when she asked on the train home, 'Will I be staying with
the Baron again, Mamma?' 'Would you like to?  I'm sure he'd agree.' her
mother responded, her hands busily counting money.
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