Age 18 - Summer 1973

A cross country trip from New England to Texas

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Disclaimer: If you are easily offended by blatant sexual stories, are under 18, or have a heart condition, don’t read this. If it is illegal in your state to possess this literature, then don’t possess. All within is pure fiction - I guess.

Extra Disclaimer: Please, this last part is quite mentally severe. Try to keep it in the light it was meant and understand the brutality that people can wrongfully subject each other too.

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When I woke in the morning, Princess was still asleep and huddled next to me. I started wishing against all hope that she would wake in a better mood, more humane. I ached all over from not being able to move and my ass was still sore from the 3 assaults it had taken. It was a good thirty minutes before she woke up and I noticed her lying there just looking at me motionless. I wanted to say so many things, but remembered her last words to me last night. She smiled at me, sat up and asked me, “Are you ready for a great day of play?” I didn’t respond so she gave me a reason to answer. She got up and dropped the blanket to the mattress and stretched. She walked to the grate, squatted and took a piss and again came to me for cleaning. She said that I had made her feel so good last light before we went to bed and told me to do it again. Knowing what she meant I struggled to push down enough to reach her ass and began lapping at it. Again she spun around and bent over me to make herself more exposed to me. She thumped my swollen prick several times and said, “You need to pee real bad don’t you?” I said yes and that I had to take a dump too. She said that was the only thing I couldn’t do in there, as they didn’t want it to smell like that. After having me bathe her with my tongue for several minutes, she turned around and knelt by me and just stared at me. I could see the bite scars on her mounds much clearer in the little bit of daylight that shown in through cracks in the shed. She thought I wanted them again and bent over my mouth and let me suck on them. As I gently kissed and licked them, I couldn’t imagine just how sick and twisted a person would had to have been to scar her like that and the pain it must have caused her then.

She got up from the bed and undid the cuffs and said I could stretch and went to get the leg cuff on the chain and knelt by the foot of the mattress. She told me to hurry up; I needed to empty my ass, because she was going to want to play with me soon and that she would need the room to put other things in there. I was going to speak to that and then thought I’d better not hurry along any ideas. She motioned for me to put my leg in the leg cuff and I complied. I thought for a moment that this could be my time to escape, but I had no idea what they had done to secure me from leaving once I got out of this room. After the cuff was locked she took my hand and told me to empty my pee on the grate and had me kneel over it. As I quickly began to empty my bladder, she grabbed around the base of my swollen cock and held it tightly to stop the flow. It hurt to be stopped like that and she smiled and let it start again and stopped me several more times. When I said I was done she held on to me that way and stood me up and dragged me to the door by my prick. She told me to be quiet and to follow her, both of us totally naked. She picked up the chain so it wouldn’t make a bunch of noise and led me between the two bedrooms to the bathroom. Her father was noisily snoring away and I caught a glimpse of Sarah, also still asleep.

She told me to go and hurry. As I sat on the toilet and tried to go she said I’d better do a good job, because it would be the only time I’d be allowed to go today. She sat on the edge of the tub and watched me struggle through my humiliation. When I was finished I was led back to my dungeon and told to sit on the mattress. She sat on my lap and asked me what games I would like to play today?

When I couldn’t begin to answer, she informed me that she hoped I would beg her to let me stay a few more days or even just one at least. But in case I didn’t, that my second day would be my turn to ask for the things I would have done to me. I didn’t know that I’d have no choice in the matter, but it sounded nice. Then I had an idea that I hoped would make the day go better, thinking that this was suppose to be my final day of assaults upon me. I asked her if I was really nice and played well with her, would she sleep with me again. She smiled widely at that and said she’d promise me. But then added that I would have to come up with at least one game for us to play together. I realized that she meant I would have to ask her to hurt or humiliate me in some way. I had a very painful idea, but thought I may gain her pity for it. I pointed to her scarred mounds and asked if that had been done to her when she had been kidnapped. She put a really mad look on and demanded why I thought I had a right to know that. Trying to phrase the answer to her liking, I said, “I think I’m falling in love with you… and your games and I can’t believe anyone would have hurt you that way… and I want you to do that to me so I understand what you had to go through.”

It must have worked some, her pissed off look went away and she hugged me around my neck. And I guess she wanted proof of my desire and slowly kissed her way to just below my right nipple and started to bite me lightly. Then she started to bite me harder. I didn’t know if she wanted me to cry out in pain or be quiet. So I said I wanted her to do it the same way to me as it had been done to her. She asked what I meant and I said I wanted to experience it the same way; however she might have been restrained or had done to her while it was being done. I added that I just wanted her to do it and not anyone else. She looked at me in total disbelief that I would change so quickly and ask for her to do that. I knew I was getting to her and thought I’d better keep it up as long as I was allowed to talk. I asked her to promise that on top of any other plans she may have for me today that she would let me know what she had to endure back as a small child. She just stared at me for the longest time and probably saw for the first time that someone had realized the pain she had gone through. She left my chest and hugged me again and I could tell she was crying, as I felt hers tears running onto my shoulder. Now she was embarrassed at having lost control and turned so I couldn’t see her tears. She bent over for her sundress and pulled it over her.

As she wiped her tears away she instructed me to put the large cardboard tube on the bed. I was ordered to lay over it face down. She went around the bed and cuffed my limbs and went to get what I thought would be the butt plug again. She came back and got between my legs and started to insert it and then stopped, relieved that maybe she was softening towards me; she was but not all to my liking. She went back to the shelf and got something and got back between my thighs. She started rubbing my ass and my hole with something, even pushing some of it into me. I saw it was KY jelly when she sat it down. She put the plug back to my hole and stopped again, but didn’t move it this time. She waited a minute and when I said nothing she finally told me that I knew what she was going to do. She wanted me to ask her not to do it and to plead for her not to. I figured I had her on the ropes and instead I found myself asking just the opposite. “Please Princess, push it into me. Push it fast and hard to make me cry out.” She didn’t and I added “Please, put the gag back in my mouth so I can taste you while I suffer and then push it back into me”.

She went to get the gag again, came back and squatted in front of me and lifted her sundress so she could rub the gag over herself. I struggled to lift my head and watch her prepare it for me. She got it very wet and glistening and then leaned forward to place the ball in my mouth. I opened my mouth willingly for her to put it in and then she reached around and fastened it to me. She ran her fingers through my hair and pulled my head back as far as it would go and told me to hold it there. As I did she took and pulled her hand back as if to slap me. She hesitated for a moment and then wailed across my face with her little hand. It stung badly and I dropped my head, but then raised my head to look in her eyes. She slapped me again. This time I couldn’t raise my head. She went around between my legs again and drove that butt plug into my ass with great force and I cried out through my gag. Then she slapped the cheeks of my ass real hard, twice each side. She told me she would wake her daddy to feed me in a little while. She added, that she would be back to bite me later and that I better believe it would hurt.

I wasn’t sure if the pain I just endured was actually working to my benefit, but I had gotten to this thirteen year old finally and had her thinking. I was hoping that today would change her back from being a monster and into the sweet looking girl she had first appeared to me. Trying to forget the pain I was feeling from the plug I forced myself to relax and fell asleep like that.

Sometime later the door swung open and woke me. I heard what appeared to be a very happy voice saying “Good morning little boy, is my doggie ready to eat his food? Sarah is going to water you after. She knelt playfully on the mattress beside me and again asked “are you ready to eat?” I nodded my head and thought she would release the cuffs as she disappeared behind me. Instead she yanked the plug from my ass in one swift pull and again my ass stung. She said, “Ready daddy” and I felt him kneel between my legs to fuck my ass. Princess came in front of me and knelt close to my face and said, “You were going to do what today?” I thought about it and realized I had to ask and said, “Master, please fuck my ass.”

She said that was weak and to try again. So, “Please, master, fuck my ass like a tight pussy and relieve yourself in me. Take all the pleasure you want“, and then I felt his cock and again in it went all in one stroke. I was so loosened up for him from the plug that I barely felt him assaulting me. Princess took the ball gag out of my mouth as Master pumped rather vigorously at me and Sarah was showing me my food. It looked like scrambled eggs and dog food, with bacon crumbled into it. Then her father started groaning his pleasure with my ass, she went back and held the bowl for him to dump his load over. Then I added something for Princess’ sake, “I said please, Master, may I clean your cock for you and taste your last drops. Princess liked that and said, “Now you’re learning how to play well.” As he knelt in front of my face I grudgingly licked the tip. It smelled gross and had a taste of rubber and jelly on it. But I knew I had to keep asking for it to keep worse things from happening. Sarah was mixing my food and Princess came in front of me. She showed me two pictures she had taken of me getting fucked with my ass pushed in the air from this tube I was laying over. She pointed out how much her daddy seemed pleased with my ass.

The bowl was placed in front of me and I was given two minutes to make it disappear and started to quickly gulp it down, trying not to taste it. Sarah was a chatter box today and came close to my face and said how nasty my food looked and smelled. But I didn’t have to worry, because she was going to give me lots of water to wash it down with. Then as if to hurry me up, Sarah went to my ass and started slapping me hard every few seconds. I looked at Princess out of the corner of my eye and she looked off in a dream world. I wondered what she was thinking as I was finishing the lasts bites of food and getting the whacks across my ass. When I was done the slaps stopped and the girls started releasing my cuffs. Princess came back to her normal look and told me to lie on the grate face up. She gave me a choice, I could drink all the “water” her sister would provide for me and they would leave me be for awhile or I could refuse, go thirsty and be strung up by my balls again for many hours. I nodded my acceptance of her sister, but she stared at me. I realized I had to ask for it again. So I said I was very thirsty and would do my best to drink all my “water”. I turned to Sarah and asked her to piss in my mouth so I could wash this taste away. She smiled and walked over to me and took off her shorts and panties. She squatted over my mouth and placed her smooth lips directly over my mouth and started to relax her body. I held my mouth wide and knew I had to do better than my best to keep Princess off balance. Luckily, the urine I was forced to swallow wasn’t as bad as an older person’s would be. Princess had been right I realized when she said it was okay until she was older.

As Sarah started to release her piss into my mouth I swallowed quickly to make room for more. I had no idea if she had already gone to the bathroom today or not, but was expecting the worse. Princess asked if she were peeing and she said yes, that I seemed to be getting every drop. Princess rubbed her hand through my hair and pulled her dress around her waste and I could see she was going to piss on my face. As I was swallowing all the “water” Sarah was giving me to drink, I felt the extreme warmth of Princess’ piss hitting me in the eyes and forehead. It stung bad, but all I could do was grimace. Sarah, having finished, pulled back and let her sister piss all over my face. She immediately wiggled her pussy and cheeks over my mouth and I started to clean her up. Still feeling soaked in her urine, Princess leaned over and whispered to wipe her sister like she liked done to her. She turned her sister around and she squatted on my face again and I started tonguing her ass. She loved it and pushed back against me and moved her tiny body back and forth to get me to hit her sensitive areas. After a few minutes, they both got up and pointed to the poles. This time they moved the cuffs higher and I had to stand as I allowed them to cuff me. Sarah had to pull the chair over to reach. As I stood there naked I could feel the air on my ass hole like it was still open to the world.

I stood there for an hour and then had to drop and hang from my wrists. What must have been at least a couple hours after that, Princess came in and gleefully said it was time for us to play some more. She asked me if I still wanted her to bite me and I hesitated, so she took off her crop top she was now wearing and stood in front of me to show me her scarred mounds. Looking at that pretty young chest that had been abused so badly in the past, I looked her in the eyes and said, “Yes, Princess.” With that she unfastened me from the restraints and I rubbed my aching wrists. She told me to rub and inspect her small chest. I started but it was hard, I had no feeling left in either hand. But as I pushed her small nipples up and stretched the small mounds even tauter than natural the scars became easier to see. I rubbed my thumbs over the bite scars and asked her if they still hurt, and what she said almost hurt me when she said, “Only in my dreams.” As I rubbed her chest lightly as if to heal her wounds, I said I was sorry for what that monster did to her and asked if there was anything I could do for her to make her feel better. She didn’t say anything, but grabbed my hand and led me to the shelves. She picked up a set of leather manacles and the ball bag and then said, “You already said you would” and then offered me the restraints.

I took the restraints and she had an evil look in her eye. I knew she was getting ready to even the score, through me. She snapped, “What are you waiting for?” I started to put the ball to my mouth and stopped. I asked her if I could taste her on it again and she said okay and opened her legs some. She wanted me to get it wet with her young juices. I rubbed the ball of the gag against her lips and moved it around to get it as wet as possible. She spread her legs as wide as she could while standing to give me better access to her. Then I took the ball and put it in my mouth and reached around and fumbled for a while with the snap. I then put one cuff around one wrist and fastened it and did the best I could with the next. I held my hands out as if to show her I needed her help to prepare me. She fastened the second one and smiled at me and took me to the mattress and pushed me down on it. She dragged my manacled hands to one of the corner rings and secured them over my head to a ring. She pulled my right leg to the opposite corner and cuffed it. I was lying diagonally across the mattress with my left leg still free.

She took off her shorts and panties and knelt down over me. She rubbed me all over and came close to my face and said, “This is how I was restrained. He left one leg free so he could watch me thrash around in pain. He made a big deal of rubbing my chest where he was going to bite me like this.” She rubbed me just below my nipples. She got up and left without a word and came back with Sarah, the camera and some pictures. She told her sister to take pictures when I was withering in pain and to make sure my face was in the pictures. Sarah got comfortable next to me on the floor. Looking at her little sister she said, “This is what he did to me that day.” That’s when I realized her own sister and companion of torture had never been told how she got the bite scars on her chest. Then she held the pictures one by one in front of me for me to see. They were of her, at about six, maybe seven I guessed. You couldn’t see much of the guys face, but he looked brutal. She was trussed much like I was at the time and the first one showed her with her eyes rolled back and her face contorted showing her pain. She must have been her sister’s age then and that must be why she involved her in this weird shit I had been getting put through.

One picture after the next she held up in from of my face and they just got worse. Even knowing she was going to put me through that same torture, I felt so sorry for it having to have happened to her. She said I looked so vulnerable tied down like that and how it was time to start. She lay across me and whispered in my ear. She asked, “Are you sure you want me to do this to you.” I said, “No, but I know you have to.” I looked down at her scars and nodded. Her eyes had tears in them and they started dropping onto my face as she whispered, “Thank you …I’ll always love you for this.” Strangely enough I believed that more than anything I’d been told in my life. She sat up and looked me in the face and she told me to shut my eyes and I shook my head no. I understood the face slapping now. I wondered if her tormentor had made her shut her eyes as well. I saw her take a gulp as she pulled her hand back and almost begged me to close my eyes. Again I shook my head and she slapped me hard. She slapped me twice more and started rubbing the tender meat below my nipples and bent down, kissed and sucked me there. Sarah had the camera up and ready, she had figured out as well what was going to happen. She was about to see what her sister went through when those bite marks were put on her.

As Princess enjoyed licking and gently nibbling on me she paused just long enough to say, “You taste so good, I could eat you up.” Then she took a bite of my flesh and pulled it out from my body and started biting harder. When it got painful enough to cry out, I didn’t, but tears were running down the sides of my face. Not for my pain as much as for hers. But I knew she had to hear my cries of anguish and as it got worse I turned my head from side to side. I kicked my free leg in the air but couldn’t kick anything but the mattress. As it hurt beyond anything I yet felt, I tried to get my leg high enough to push her away from me. I heard the camera snap several pictures and Sarah said it needed film. As she changed the film pack, Princess kept going at my chest. After chewing on one spot until she figured I was scarred enough, she went to a new spot and started biting lightly again, slowly going harder until I would kick with me free leg and twist and turn in pain. Already my face was filled with tears and I was letting my cries get loud. As I bobbed my head up I could see the first mark and how it had become bloody. She would rub me throughout the biting and tweak my nipples soft and hard.

Over and over she bit my chest until it was bloody and swollen red. The pictures kept snapping shots of my anguish and thrashing. She finally sat up and twisted the flesh in her fingers that she had just mutilated to get me to thrash while she watched me wither in pain. Then she grabbed my free leg and pulled it over to expose my ass to her and she sat on my leg to hold it down. Then she slapped my ass hard over and over and over. When I saw her face I saw it had tears running down her face, but she wasn’t crying out loud. She screamed at her sister to leave her alone and get out. Sarah got up and looked puzzled, but did as she was told.

Princess fell on top of me and I could feel her warm, soft body almost feeling like a huge bandage. She reached behind my head and took the gag from my mouth. She started hugging me and said over and over, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m so sorry!” She hugged me and kept murmuring her apologies for several minutes and then I finally asked her to kiss me. She kissed my cheeks and I said, “No, my mouth,,, please?” She almost looked horrified like she had never kissed a guy before. As she kissed me I tried to kiss her back and use my tongue. I could tell she had never kissed a guy before. After several more minutes she pulled away to look at my face, and I asked, “Can I stay another day now.” Her eyes shined and I reminded her that she promised to sleep with me again. She fell on top of me and hugged me and cried softly until she fell asleep on me. I was only eighteen and had never thought of myself yet as a man, but I did at that moment. I felt so much like a father, almost her savoir, to this little girl as she held me and slept.

Not long after she awoke and felt the dried tears on her face. She looked at me as I smiled at her and waited to hear whatever she would have to say. She started to set up and felt the skin of our chests tear apart from the blood that dried and held us together. Very lightly she traced the dried blood with her finger tips and looked genuinely sad for me. She let my leg loose and then undid the binds on my hands. Pulling on my hands she helped me stand and pleaded for me to be good. I said I would and she took me back to the bathroom and told me to get in the tub. She ran the water and left to get something. I heard her pulling the leg chain with her. As she stood by the tub as it filled, I put my leg out and she locked it on me. She said she trusted me, but her dad wasn’t home and would be furious if she allowed me to stay unlocked at all. Looking through the medicine cabinet she found a box and poured some powder into her hand. She knelt beside the tub and turned the water off. She washed my bite marks free of blood and wiped the powder on my wounds. Whatever it was stung like hell. As I was washed all over I finally got rid of the smell of her urine that she had pissed on my face earlier.

Out of nowhere she said, “I think you’re going to be my last play mate.” I just watched her eyes and finally asked if that meant I got to leave today. She reminded me that I asked to stay one more day, but said if I really wanted to that she was going to live up to their two day deal. I asked her if she needed me to stay and I saw her bite her lip, then nodded. She told me that if her father got scared of getting caught that they would have to move again. And then in a very hesitating voice… “And he would know something was up if we stopped playing.” I added that she had grown use to that and asked, “You really want to keep playing don’t you?” She nodded again! I was told to stand and she pulled the plug on the tub and dried me off. As I got out of the tub she said to follow her and she went into her room. My chain barely reached that far, but she wanted me to see some of the other pictures of her nightmare. I asked how she got them and she said the man wanted her to remember him and gave them to her. She told me I had better get back to the shed and she went towards the kitchen. I heard her talking to her sister and I looked out the window into the daylight for the first time in two days. And then I froze!

At the end of the driveway, just about out of sight I saw a cop car. I couldn’t decide what I should do; I didn’t want to hurt this girl anymore than she already had been. The car was probably within earshot. Princess came back to me and asked what I was staring at. I looked at her for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, I pointed out the window… and turned to go back to the shed …. and pulled the door closed behind me. Several minutes later she came back to the shed and said he was looking for a neighbor’s house. After looking at me for a long time, she finally asked, “Why didn’t you open the window and yell?” All I could do was shrug my shoulders and say, “I couldn‘t hurt you like that. You‘ve been through enough already.” She kissed me on the lips and her tongue parted my lips. She said thanks and left. About ten minutes later she came back and had cheeseburgers, chips, and sodas for us. It was like a banquet and she said I deserved a picnic. She asked me not to mention seeing the cop to her father and I said, “What cop?”

Then she took off her top again and looked at our scars. She asked me if I thought she would ever be able to have a boyfriend with scars like that. I told her no problem, next to her beauty that those tiny scars were nothing, but that she would have to come up with a story other than the real one about how she got them. Then she admitted that I was the first guy that ever kissed her and that was the closest thing she had towards a normal life in quite a while. I told her I would stay and help her if she wanted. She shook her head violently, and said how she loved her dad and would die without him. That’s when I told her I knew he was involved with kidnapping her. She told me how he tried to kill himself for that right after and that they had learned to deal with it in this way. And though her sister was allowed to touch him, he was never allowed to touch her. We heard her fathers van coming into the driveway and she ran to get the ball gag and started to put it on me, but stopped and quickly dropped her shorts and pushed the ball between her legs and rubbed herself like crazy; and then put the ball in me and fastened it. She said we’ll talk more later and to please behave. I nodded!

Her father came back and looked at the obvious scars on my chest and looked scared. He knew she had crossed a bridge she hadn’t crossed before. He pulled the gag off me and she was standing behind him now. He asked what I had done to deserve those marks. I looked at Princess’ scared face and spoke up quickly, “I made the mistake of calling her marks ugly, and she went off on me, master.” She told her father to put the gag back on me and that I was being punished for talking. Then she took my hands and re-cuffed them as before, over my head and to one ring in the corner. She said with a smile that her father couldn’t see, “I bet you won’t forget me now.” And then slapped my face, but not nearly as hard as before.

Later in the afternoon Princess came in and looked devilish but quickly saddened when she saw me still there lying out on the mattress. She came over and took the gag from my mouth and looked deep into my eyes. Then she said, “I can’t believe my time with you is almost up. This is the first time I want to tell my dad that I want to break the deal.” I told her, “Then be happy with the time we have left. We still have tonight to sleep beside each other.” Her eyes started to tear up and she said, “No, you’ll be leaving around midnight.” She went on to explain that her father would be taking me far away soon and dropping me off many miles away. I asked her if she knew what happened to the people from before and she said, “He’ll just drop you off.” She added that she had gone with him before. I said, “Why haven’t you been caught then” and that’s when she told me she would feed me one last time later on and it would have more of the same pills that were used to get me here in the first place. When I woke up I’d find myself out in the woods close to a road. I looked at the sadness in her face and said, “Then I’ll never see you again?”

“Why would you want to, I’ve been so mean to you?”, and reached out to finger the scabs forming on my chest. I said, “Yeah, but I want to spend one night holding you or at least being held by you now that I know what happened to you. You promised me!” I said that if I had too, I’d beg her father to let me stay for one more day of play just so we could spend the night together and wake up together again. “You would eat the food we give you and drink from Sarah just to spend one night with me” she asked? I said I had no problem with that, if that’s what I had to do. I told her she had the rest of the day to see for herself, and she could do what ever she wanted to, to prove I wanted to stay with her. I even asked her to take a piss just so I could clean her again. She said she didn’t need to go, but there was something that she wanted me to do. I asked her what. She stood and took her shorts off. Then she un-cuffed me, and took off her panties, and made herself comfortable on my face.

She ordered me, halfheartedly, to clean her. I started to lick at her lips and she said to push inside her and then bent over into a ball around me head as she felt my tongue exploring her pussy as deep as I could get. Then as I tasted her I knew what she wanted to say. But I finished pleasing her like I would a girl my own age. Unfortunately, she told me my efforts upon her clit wouldn’t work, as she had never had an orgasm. But added that it felt very good anyway. I started to lick for her rear and when she felt me doing that, she slid forward for me and leaned back a little so I could have full access to her butt hole. I knew she had really enjoyed this since the first time yesterday. She held my head in her hands and rubbed back and forth over my tongue vigorously. After a good ten minutes of feeling good, she pulled away from me and sat down next to me.

I told her I had tasted her father’s sperm in her pussy and asked how often he forced her to do that. She said he never really forced her, but that she would most often do it with him to put him in a good mood. With the cop showing up and my scars, she thought letting him fuck her would keep him from wondering too much. She started to undo my cuffed hands and put the leg chain back on me. I asked about if she had fucked her dad, why hadn’t she had an orgasm yet. She shrugged her shoulders and I informed her that though I had only been with a few girls, that each one had orgasms quite easily. I offered to try to make her have one and she said it just wouldn’t work. I thought I would do more to reverse roles with her. I got a pissed tone in my voice and said, “Look, if you think this stuff you do is the only way to ever feel good about sex, you are so fucking wrong.” I reached my hand out to stroke her cheek ,“Please, let me show you what normal is, let me please you and show you how to have fun.”

She had a scared look on her face and said that her father was leaving in a few minutes again. And then after a very long pause, she said, “Okay, I’ll let you try.” I just smiled, knowing that I could get her to come like a normal girl. She left the room and I started thinking what I should do. She got dressed and left.

About thirty minutes later she came into my dungeon and looked so pretty. She had put on a peasant dress and prettied herself up. I told her she looked beautiful and that I had always loved peasant dresses. Being on the leg cuff only I was free to move pretty easily. I asked, “Can I sweep you away now?” She hung her head and nodded. I went to her and picked her up in my arms and gently lay her down on the mattress. I bent over her and looked into her eyes and saw they were glistening with lust. I asked, “You’ve never even made out with a boy before, have you?” She shook her head. With that I kissed her deep and passionately, and started to rub down the side of her chest and over her abdomen but never touching her tits or pussy. The more I rubbed and felt her up, the more she gave into me. Finally I rubbed the palm of my hand over her tiny nipples and then over her vulva and just worked her clit with my palm. I could see she liked it when she pushed herself into my hand. She asked if I wanted her dress off, and I told her that was the guy’s job, not hers. And then I said, “Just lay back, shut your mouth and let me teach you what I know.”

After rubbing her through her dress for a while I lifted it to her waste and went between her legs. But instead of ripping her panties off, I just pulled them to the side and played with her with my fingers. I barely let a finger go into her, just enough to tease her some and spent most of the time slipping my finger through her very tight, wet slit. Finally I slid my hands under her bottom and grabbed her panties and pulled them off her. I rubbed my hands up the inside of her legs and pushed as I got to her thighs apart just enough so that I could get at her. I bent down and started kissing and licking at her pussy and slowly slid a finger, then two into her and showed her exactly where her G-spot was. She just moaned pleasantly for a change and opened her legs wider for me. I thought I would tease her a little; I sat up and asked if she wanted me to stop. She looked fearful that I was serious and shook her head no and I smiled. As I began to eat at her hungrily, I rubbed the cheeks of her ass hard and almost lifted her into my mouth to munch on her. Her moans were nonstop now. Then I decided she needed to know how real men treated girl’s breasts. As I continued to eat her cunt roughly, I gently pushed her dress up towards her head and stopped eating her just long enough to get it over her head and arms. I went back to work on her pussy and rubbed my palms over her abdomen, making her quiver, and worked them up to her small, soft mounds and gently tweaked her nipples.

I rose up off her crotch and brought my mouth to her mounds and kissed and licked softly the scarred areas. I told her how soft and warm she felt there and sniffed at her hard. I said, “You smell so damn good to me.” I told her I was going to make love to her (a term I never used) but not until I brought her to her first orgasm with my mouth. I crawled between her legs again and went back to work on her. My fingers gently found her g-spot again and I lightly licked and chewed on her lips as my fingers made small circles over the tender area inside her, while my thumb frigged away at her clit. I could see it was all working as her eyes rolled back and her whole body quivered under my touch. She pushed on my head with both her little hands trying to get away from her, but I’d seen this before. It went along with that phrase that drove young unknowledgeable lads crazy, ‘No, stop’ which real lovers quickly learn means when said the way she had, “Please, don’t stop.” As her body started to shudder I looked up at her and gave her that last bit of frigging with my tongue that I had used in the past to push the girl over the edge. And again it worked well. Her hands turned from pushing me away to just holding tight and she bent way up as she was hit with each spasm and as they started to subside she bent herself in half trying to reach me. Seeing she was done I followed her mouth to a kiss and then back up with her until I was laying on her. I reached down and spread her legs and moved both my legs between hers. She was so wide-eyed and I asked if she liked her first orgasm. She just nodded quickly.

I told her to enjoy, the second one would be better.

I reached down and found her slit with the tip of my cock and fingered her slit a little before putting it slightly into her entrance. Slowly, as I played with her clit I pushed it in, in one long stroke until I could see that she had enough of it on her face. I started kissing her passionately and working it in and out of her. I asked her if I was her first lover. She knew that even though I knew she had been fucked by at least two men, that I was indeed her first lover, and nodded. I told her I couldn’t believe how good she had tasted to me now that I was making love to her. And as I whispered sweet things in her ear to get her happy, hot, and excited I knew what would push her over quickly. I rubbed my hands up to her small mounds and told her how good they felt to me, trying to show her the scars didn’t really matter to a real lover. And she obviously believed me because she started to quiver and shake again. I started to pump at her a little harder, trying my best to hit every different area inside her cunt and the tip of her cervix. I pushed myself up on my arms and told her I wanted to watch her face as she came. She grabbed my back and pulled as if she wanted me to come back down, but what she really wanted was to pull herself deeper onto me. So I reached down and put one of her legs over my shoulder and then switched arms and repeated the process with her other leg. She was moaning uncontrollably now. I bent her legs back as far as needed to get the best aim at her and reached my right fingers to her tiny button and started frigging her clit as I started to bang away at her fairly hard. She started to scream her enjoyment as she heaved in her orgasm and bucked wildly trying to hit at my cock harder.

When it all sub-sided she smiled and hugged me tightly and kissed me, and thanked me over and over, her eyes were alive. Then somehow we heard Sarah. She was standing over me asking her if she should hit me with a bottle she held over my head and Princess screamed, “No, no, I’m okay, believe me, I’m okay.”

Princess made her sister promise that she would never tell her father about what she saw. Then she had her leave so we could talk. She admitted that she never knew sex was supposed to be like that or that having orgasms were so fucking wild. She confided that she was so happy that my bad luck to run into her dad brought her such good luck. And she also let me know that she never thought any guy would want to be with her after they saw her scars. As I just held her close in my arms, she said that she wanted me to do one more thing for her… that was to show her sister the same thing I just showed her. I said no way in hell. She was 6 years old and I would never willingly have sex with a girl that age. Besides, she was way too young to have orgasms anyway. She said then that she would force me to do it. And to that I said, “You might as well finish me off then, because I wouldn’t … couldn’t hurt the sister of this beautiful girl I just made love to. She rolled over and just looked me in the eyes and said how she didn’t want me to leave. I told her I was willing to take her away from all this disgusting behavior, but again she said how much she loved her dad and wouldn’t hurt him. She promised me that I would be the last “toy” she would let her father bring home for her. With that she said her dad would be coming back and that in a few hours I would be gone. I asked her to do me one last favor, and it was a big one.

I don’t know if I had fallen victim to Stockholm Syndrome or what, but there was something about this tiny little girl that absolutely had become captivating. Now that I had figured out what had brought her to the edge of perverse ruin, I understood her thrills and excitement. She simply wanted others to understand what she had gone through and now that I’d given her these brief moments of normality she was becoming human right in front of me. But now I found myself asking her to do the one thing I had feared most since my arrival here in this house of torture. I asked her, “Play with me! Now I want you to remember me, so make me the best toy you’ve ever had so that I’ll be sure that you’ll always remember me. Because now that I’ve made love to you, you’ll always be in my fondest memories.” She looked at me in such stunned silence, and after a small eternity asked, “How could you want me to hurt you after all I’ve done to you already?”

What could I say, “If all I have from you in the future are my memories, then I want them of you smiling that wicked smile you wear when you feel so in control, let me make you smile like that again before I have to leave.” She must have understood because she smiled a little and thought for a moment. She unlocked my leg cuff and I was free to go. But instead she pointed to the poles and I went and stood between them. As she lowered the cuffs to the middle position again, I knelt and placed my wrists in them to be cuffed and restrained. She went to the shelves and came back in front of me and thought for a moment. She had the ball gag in her hands, and the butt plug. She knelt in front of me and rubbed the ball between her legs, moistening it with the juices left over from our romp moments earlier. She set the plug down, but instead of getting up, she sat there in her squatted position and I saw her start pissing onto the grate. She stood to have me lick away at her and moved about so I would do a good job. When I finished she knelt down and put the ball in my mouth and fastened it tightly in place and smiled her little wicked smile. Then she grabbed the plug.

She stood up and while her pussy was at eye level to me, she took her hand and started rubbing her fingers through her slit and into herself a bit. She rubbed her fingers over my top lip and nose so that I would have only her scent to smell for hours and walked behind me. She knelt down and I felt her start rubbing my ass with her fingers and then a pause. Then I felt her fingers rubbing my ass again and then another pause. I realized she was getting my hole wet with her own juices and making me ready for one last assault there. When she thought I was ready, she spread my cheeks, placed the plug to my ass and put her left arm around my chest to hold me. She leaned her head against my shoulder and started pushing on the plug with her other hand. Not letting up on the pressure, I heard her start whispering over and over, “I love you so much”. As the plug got ever so slightly into my ass she lifted her head and kissed my neck and slammed it into me, but unlike before, she kept pushing on it and fell forward with my body as I lunged forward to try to get away from the object penetrating me. She held it for several moments and finally let go. I slowly went back to my kneeling spot. As tears rolled down my cheeks from the pain, she kissed my neck over and over. She came back around in front of me and knelt again. She kissed my cheeks and forehead and even my eyelids. Then she sat back and stared at me for a long time. I couldn’t take my eyes off hers and just saw a look I’ll never forget, nor quite be able to explain. She told me to close my eyes and I said, “Fuck you!” ith my own eyes. My defiance towards her made her eyes light up. She demanded that I close my eyes and again I just shook my head “no”. She pulled her hand back and said, “Close them.” When I just held still I saw her eyes starting to water, and she begged me, “Please, close your eyes.” This time I did! I could hear her starting to cry a little and after several moments, I felt the slam of her small hand against my face so hard I fell back some. I got back in my position and braced myself, leaving my eyes closed. All I could hear was her crying softly and then again I felt the sting of her hand. She leaned her forehead against mine and whispered through her crying, “You’ll always be my best toy.” I opened my eyes as she leaned back and she took one last swing at my face. She got up and gathered her clothes and left. I knew the next time I saw her would be feeding time.

Just as I got to the point of thinking how much I was going to miss this girl that I had just brought to a new reality, the door got kicked opened and in came all three of them. Sarah came right up to me and squatted down and took several pictures of me from slightly different angles. Princess had the dog food bowl with her and sported her evil smile. Her dad, my Master, looked somber like he was ready to see me gone. I guess he figured out that I somehow put his freedom in jeopardy. Sarah reached out and ran her fingers over the scars on my chest as Princess was placing the leg cuff on me. Then she asked her dad if he wanted to fuck her doggie one last time. He didn’t say a word, but just came over behind me. Princess slapped my ass cheeks several times and then ,just as before, grabbed the butt plug by its base and yanked it out of my ass. I heard her give her dad a loud kiss and told him to have fun. He knelt behind me and started fucking me like he hadn’t had sex in months. The only thing he said as he pumped at me with pure hatred was, “So, my daughter’s scars are ugly, huh?” He kept slamming into me thinking it was hurting, but the plug had loosened me so much that a horse couldn’t hurt me right now. The girls were standing in front of me just watching me getting fucked by their father, Princess holding my food bowl. She came over to me and sat the bowl down, took the gag out of my mouth, picked the bowl up and took a piece of meat from it. She rubbed it through the dog food portion and put it in my mouth and ordered me to eat. She fed me a couple of pieces like that until her dad said the gravy was almost ready and she scurried around behind me. I felt him pull from my ass and heard him grunting as his was coming all over my food. Princess proclaimed that he had made so much gravy for me this time. I heard the click of the fork in the bowl as she mixed it together and came around in front of me.

Princess knelt down in front of me and from one side of the bowl; she wiped a glob of her father’s sperm from the side of the bowl and told me to open, and wiped her finger off on my tongue and lips. And unlike before, this time she stayed in front of me and fed me the whole bowl from the fork; calling me a good puppy all the time for eating so well. Her father left and told the girls to have fun with me; it would be the last time. Princess said, “You better believe we will.” We just stared into each others eyes as she spoke, knowing that this would be our last playtime together. When the food was gone, she told Sarah to strip. After she had her clothes off her sister whispered something to her and she giggled a bit. Then came over and stood right in front of me. Princess told me to kneel lower and I did as told. I was now looking right at Sarah’s smooth little lips. Sarah ran her hand through my hair and then pulled my head back so I was looking at her and asked, “After all that food you must be thirsty. You want me to pee in your mouth for you?” Without waiting she brought her body forward and pushed her crotch to my face and lifted one leg slightly, positioning her hole right over my mouth. She said that if I missed one drop that Sarah would have to finish watering me.

And then I felt her start pissing. I swallowed as fast as I could, trying not to gag from this disgusting fluid in my mouth. Sarah gleefully reported to her sister that I was doing it and how I was such a good puppy. When she was done, she pulled back just a little and told me to wipe her clean. When she was done with me Princess came and stood in front of me. I watched as she took her shorts off just like she had the first time and turned around. She pulled her panties down just enough to put her cute little cheeks in my face and told me to wipe her now. This time I had been there so many times that I just went to work at licking her and sticking my tongue in as deep as I could and wiggled it for her. She kept pushing back against me and tried to hump my tongue. Then she told Sarah that she had to try this with their toy and pulled her over. She showed her how to bend over just enough to afford me easy access to her. After several minutes of hearing her giggle in delight Princess pulled her away from me and told me that I missed her front. She had taken off the rest of her clothes and I started lapping away at her. She put one leg up on my knee to get better aim and told me to get deep inside of her and closed her eyes.

Then, she did something new. As my tongue was deep inside her pussy, I felt her starting to piss on me. She held my head roughly and wouldn’t let me back away. She held me in place a while then pulled back and let loose on my face. And when she gave her last squirts she pulled my head back to her and whispered, “Make it happen again.” I shook my head no, not wanting to violate this girl a second time, but she was insistent that I do a good job. I started to work on her again as before, but this time my hands were bound. I pulled away from her and looked at the cuffs and she told her sister to release me. As my first hand was released I immediately put my thumb to her clit and started frigging her with it. Then I slid a finger inside of her and curled it back to hit her G-spot and circled it frantically. My second hand fell free and I grabbed her small ass in my hand and pulled her hard to my mouth. Sarah stood to the side and watched as she saw her sister start to twitch and realized that I was doing something new to her that she hadn’t witnessed before. But this time as she twitched from her orgasm I didn’t let up. I kept probing her knowing that in a short minute she was going to have a new experience herself. Then she started pleading for me to stop, but not trying to move away. I gave her inside spot a few last hard circles with my finger and she gasped and bent in half over my head as I kept going. She was coming her first time, not just having an orgasm. She was moaning out loud in ecstasy and quickly leaned back trying to figure out what exactly I had done to her. She got away from my grip just in time to see her last spurt of juice hit my upper lip. She fell to her knees, partly from exhaustion and to see the fluid on me. Sarah also leaned in, not knowing that girls could even do anything like that.

I asked her if that was the first time she ever ejaculated, already knowing the answer. It dawned on her instantly that this was something she never even heard of before and nodded. She whispered in my ear so her sister couldn’t hear and asked me again to show her sister what it felt like. I looked deep into her eyes and shook my head no in such a way that she knew I meant it. She was way too young for anything like this. She quietly said okay and got back to her legs, wobbling greatly, but demanding that I clean up the mess I had just made of her. Sarah kept asking her to explain what I had just done to her and finally she said she would explain it to her later. Then she wanted to know if her sister was hurt and she shook her head no and said she wanted to be alone with her toy one last time and told her to get her some water. Sarah brought the water back and left.

Princess went through the pockets of her shorts and said it was time. She came to me and showed me what she had retrieved, two white pills. She told me to open my mouth and I said, “No, you said we would sleep together again.” She said that could only happen if I stayed another day and she wasn’t going to do that to me. She told me to take the pills and I could fuck her until I fell asleep. Then she rubbed the scabs forming on my chest where she had bit me and quietly said, “You have to leave tonight… for me, please?” I could see tears forming in her eyes. I asked her if I was really going to wake up, knowing all along that I might not be allowed. She promised me and said she was going with her father and sister to drop me off. She wanted to make sure I was comfortable and safe until I woke up. I opened my mouth and she put the pills in and gave me a drink of water. Then she lay down on the bed and spread her legs for me. But instead of going between her legs, I lay down beside her and pulled her half on top of me and said if she wanted to make me really happy, that she would just lie in my arms. She smiled and hugged me so tightly.

While waiting for the pills to do their work, I asked if I should get dressed and she said no, that she wanted to dress me afterwards. She asked me about her coming and I explained to her how it worked, but sadly, unless she learned to make herself come, that she would have a hard time finding a guy that could make her do it. Back then, not many girls, let alone guys, knew that girls could do that. I asked her to leave me with something from her. She said she would and to look around after I woke up and I would find something special from her. She made me promise that I wouldn’t look for her and even if I found her, begged me not to get her father in trouble. I finally agreed! The last memory I had of that night was leaning over her chest and licking and kissing her scars and small tits and telling her how beautiful she had been to know; and that in some way I would always be looking for her. And then I remember her saying, “I’ll always remember you as my first and greatest lover.”

When I came to it was still dark and I was in such a fog. The first thing I remember feeling was overwhelming sadness that I lost this girl. I wanted to get her away from her dad so bad. I still hope today that I stopped the chain of events that were destroying her. When I had first met Princess’ father I was on Rt. 80 near the western border of Pennsylvania and would soon find I was now near the border of Indiana still beside Rt. 80. Several hundred miles had gone by me without knowing anything in between… except the girl I would never stop hurting for, Princess. I sat there in my fog for an hour and then started searching in the moonlight for what ever she left me. I found my back pack and realized I had a wad in my pocket. It was a letter and two pictures. One was of my wounds to my chest and before ever looking at the second, knew what it would be of. It was her from the waist up, showing her beautiful small mounds just going towards being a beautiful woman, with those damn ugly scars on her chest. Later I would find another picture of her fully dressed. It was her from the day before in her peasant dress. She was so beautiful! And on the back was simply written, “With love always, your girl Jessica.” Jessica, huh, and thought that she’d always be Princess to me. The letter was a short note, begging me not to bother her father. She said she looked through my wallet and kept my name and address and one day would find me. She also promised that there would be no more toys and that she was going to find herself a boyfriend and help her sister understand reality, even if it meant showing her herself.

I had been dressed in the clothes I had originally worn except for a new shirt. It was a t-shirt with a teddy bear on it and I figured it must have been hers. And I had been washed and the only thing I could smell was her. She must have rubbed her moistened fingers across my face again after washing me. I thought till sunrise what to do about telling the cops about this whole affair, despite the humility it would bring me. But in the end I just couldn’t bear hurting her one little bit more than she already had been. I took one last look in the area with the sunlight now hitting me, and found a bag behind a tree. In it was two things; the ball from the gag I’d worn so much (I sniffed it, and realized she had left me her scent on it), and the second thing was a baggie, with locks of her hair in it.

The wounds I had weren’t as bad as the two of us had thought, within months they barely showed. Now I can’t even see the slightest signs of them which makes me quite sad. I lost the pictures of her years ago when I moved to the south, along with her hair and the ball. The only thing I have left from her now are those very strange memories.

I walked to the road where I could hear cars whizzing by and stuck out my thumb, rubbed my chest feeling the scars and waited for the next car to take me on my way. I wore a very sad smile, I’m sure.