Rainbeaux was long dead and no one missed her at all.  Her 9 year old daughter Teri lay naked on the edge of the table, no longer needing to be firmly secured, but willingly allowing me to use her 
sweet tender body.  After having her for over a week, she was still a virgin.  Her tiny barely budding 
little titties were now bruised from hickies and kneading mercilessly; her legs showed the effects of 
having been lifted to her shoulders, being bent double as I chewed hungrily on her pussy.  Her tight 
anal sphincter was loosened considerably from my fingers and the various dildoes I had shoved into 
her... yet her hymen remained intact.  It had been touched, licked, photographed, even sucked on as I 
spread her open, yet I had not burst it.  I tortured myself as mercilessly as I did her.  


My constantly swollen cock hated me.  There was nothing on earth it needed more than to split the child 
apart.  I had only cum a hand full of times since she was my property, and then only in her inexperienced 
mouth which was less than satisfying.  


Yet I knew it was time.  I had to have her.  I had to deflower, to ruin, to use, to corrupt her.  There 
was no choice.  I must have her.  I must be the first to enter the child and to turn her into what she 
surely must become in life, should she have that opportunity.  Always naked, the child had become 
accustomed to my seeing, touching, sucking, and hurting her.  There was no hesitation on her part to 
spreading her thin legs apart to allow total access to her cunt.  She had come to accept that the most i
mportant part of her body lay between her young legs.  


It was not that it had not been used.  By now it was swollen and red from my sucking on it.  It had been 
in my mouth for hours at a time.  I had tasted her piss, I had eaten her to orgasm dozens of times and 
licked her juices and excretions.  I know this child.  But she had become an object, not an individual.  
I no longer thought of Teri as "her" but as "it".  And it was mine.  All mine.  It was my property and it 
dominated my essence.  

Maybe I was its property?  It was all I could think about, it controlled my mind and drove me to distraction, 
yet I didn't fuck it.  Why was I holding back, what motivated my self-denial?


The time had come.  I awakened to the darkness of my surroundings, my bed next to hers, our room deeply 
underground in my cave.  Alone with no one to interrupt, no one to care what was happening to it.. her... she 
drove me insane with desire, yet the restraint was mine.  I had to do it.  This was the day.  Teri lay quietly 
next to me, not in my bed but a few feet away.  I had not slept with her as I knew that had I done that I 
would have done her immediately.  I had tasted every inch of her tender body, licking her face, her neck.  
I had shoved my tongue deeply into her ears and had wet her eyes.  Her neck, chest, stomach, and arms were 
covered in darkly bruised hickies.  I knew the flavor of each of her fingers and of her toes.  They had all 
been in my mouth, my tongue had explored all of her.  She had but one secret - the tightness of her virgin cunt.


I slowly removed the sheet I had allowed her to use to cover herself as she slept.  Her nakedness excited me 
as always and my cock instantly swelled to full extent.  My balls ached from unsatiated lust.  She awoke as 
I picked her up and carried her to the deep hole I allowed it to use for bodily waste.  She squatted over the 
hole and let her urine flow from her.  I washed my hands in her stream, so warm, so sexy.  I licked my hands 
clean, enjoying the flavor of her piss.  I twisted her about, forcing her mouth to mine and kissed the child 
hungrily, forcing my tongue deeply into her mouth, feeling her teeth, her gums, her tongue, the roof of her 
mouth.  My hands engulfed her crotch, cupping her more tightly that I had done before.  It was used to being 
touched but not this roughly.  I startled it.  It knew something was different today.


I could not take her gently.  I had been gentle too long.  My patience, though self-imposed, was gone.    
It was time.  Her cunt still wet from peeing, my cock harder than it had ever been before, I carried her to 
the low table, the perfect height for proper positioning.  I had to eat it again.  I cupped the underside of 
her knees and shoved her legs to her shoulders leaving her cunt prominent and buried my face into it.  Like a 
crazy man, I ate her, licking, cucking, biting, chewing on her, and violently using the child's cunt for my 
pleasure.   She reacted to my assault, struggling, trying to back away from me, no longer the submissive child 
she had become.  Her struggles enraged me, drove me over the edge into reaction.  


I grabbed her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the table.  No hesitation, no lubrication, no gentle lover... 
I shoved.  I shoved again and shoved harder.  My rock hard cock pushed into the child, pushed against her tight 
barrier.  I had to break her; I had to destroy her virginity.  Again I shoved.  She screamed.  She struggled.  
I was in.


Tight, wrapping so wonderfully around my bulging cock, wet, slippery, slick, so tight. I pushed again and was 
all the way in her.  My cock was held firmly in a tight wondrous tube.  My head spun, I felt my knees go weak 
as I pulled out and re-entered the previously virgin, bloody young pussy.  Never in my life had I felt anything 
so incredible on my dick.  So tight, so wonderfully tight and smooth.  In two or three strokes I felt my orgasm 
coming.  I hated myself for what was happening, not for using the virgin, no, not that.  I hated myself for 
cumming so soon, so quickly, for not being able to hold back, for not prolonging the exquisite feeling of fucking 
this glorious tunnel.  


I don't know how much I came, no idea of the volume, only the intensity.  My head flopped back, my eyes rolling 
up, my breath in gasps, my heart pounding in my ears.  My knees almost failed me, yet my orgasm continued.  
Stream after stream of hot cum shot into the child's fuck tube.  


Minutes passed.  It may have been hours.  I don't know.  Then it was over.  I flopped out soft.  No longer the 
rock hard fuck metal it had been.  Soft.  It was over.  I had done her and she was crying.  Crying hard, sobbing 
as if she had lost her puppy.  I was not impressed.  She should have been happy, should have been pleased to have 
given me that great gift of her virginity.  


Over the next few days she didn't speak with me, wanted nothing to do with me.  It took me days to realize what 
had happened.  It didn't like being fucked.  It didn't have an orgasm.  That disturbed me.


Over the next few days I came up with a plan. 

Chapter 4 coming soon.

