



                                    LITTLE MARY'S ORDEAL



                                               by John P

                                          Copyright 2011



"I've put her to bed. She looks exhausted, poor girl. The
hospital tells me that there is no lasting physical damage but
she'll need a therapist for a long time. I still can't believe
what happened to her."

I started shaking, my emotions beginning to overtake me again.
Mary had been gone for 9 days and I had thought I would never see
her again. She was all I had left. When the police had found her,
I had wept with relief and gone to the hospital where she had
been taken to be examined. There had been no real physical damage
because she was never raped but her anal sphincter had been
enlarged, along with her vagina through constant use by many men
with thick cocks. However the doctor assured me that they would
go back to normal soon and I was not to worry because
13-year-olds bounce back fairly easily.

"As I say, Mr. Carter, we have arrested three of the Turkish men
but we are still trying to find the others." Inspector Griffiths
took another sip of his coffee as he explained the lines of
investigation the police were following. "As far as we now, there
are 8 more men and 7 boys still to be found. They will all be
charged with having sex with an under-age girl but Mary is
refusing to give us all the information that we need to find
them. She seems to want to protect them but we think that it is
the drug they gave her that is making her unco-operative."

I remembered too what the psychiatrist at the hospital had to say
and I was appalled by his preliminary diagnosis. The men had
given her something in a drink which had made her lose all her
inhibitions and she had allowed herself to be used for their
satisfaction for nine whole days. They had given her constant
orgasms and her conditioning had led her to become addicted to
sex.

The lieutenant went on, "We are waiting for the lab report to
find out what they put in her drink. Meanwhile, Mr. Carter, keep
her away from men and boys until the drug wears off. She'll need
watching carefully so don't let her go outside until the lab
finds something to neutralise the effects. If you need to go out,
get a female to watch her."

When he finally left, I sat for a while in silence, thinking
about the whole incident. How had she been kidnapped? She had
refused to tell the police. Did the men really put something in
her drink? Was she a slut? Suddenly I was ashamed. She was 13 for
God's sake! How could I think that? Mary was a victim, not a
willing partner!

I had to sleep because I was exhausted and I looked in on Mary on
my way to my bedroom. The poor girl was tossing and turning,
moaning to herself. This was no doubt due to her ordeal and I
wanted to cuddle her in sympathy but common sense prevailed and I
kissed her forehead lightly before continuing to my own room.

As I was drifting off to sleep, my door opened and there stood
Mary in her T-shirt and knickers.

"Daddy, I can't sleep," she said softly. "Can I get in with you?"

I moved over and threw back the sheet and she climbed in,
cuddling up to me.

"What is it, Mary?" I asked, knowing I suppose why she had
trouble getting to sleep.

She said nothing and I put my arm around her. She was warm and
smelled of soap and shampoo, and as I stroked her back to comfort
her, I wondered how many other men had done the same thing to her
in the 9 days since her kidnapping. They hadn't raped her because
she had welcomed them all. I tried to dismiss this idea as being
ridiculous but my cock jerked once and I felt ashamed and hoped
she couldn't feel it against her. Unconsciously I found myself
stroking her bum over her knickers and my cock jerked again. I
pulled my hand back like it had just been bitten but she cuddled
closer and whispered, "Don't stop, Daddy. It feels good," and she
took my hand and put it back on her bottom.

"Mary, I... I..." I started but she just snuggled closer into me.
My hand began its movement again, stroking the small buttocks of
my daughter. I knew that I shouldn't have done this but she was
so content just lying there in my arms and I wanted to comfort
her. In a matter of minutes, she had drifted off into peaceful
sleep.

When I knew she was sleeping deeply, I slowly and carefully
extricated myself from her and went to the bathroom. The visit
was not to use the toilet but to wank myself to rid myself of the
erection that had developed since she had climbed into bed with
me. To my shame, the picture in my head was of several men
fucking my little girl's pussy and bottom, and her swallowing
vast amounts of spunk that she had sucked from their large cocks.
It was the fastest cum I had ever known. Within 20 seconds, I
blasted a copious amount of baby-juice into the wash-basin.

After cleaning up, I returned to the bed and settled myself again
beside my daughter, putting my arm around her and feeling her
sigh and move closer into me. Her head was under my chin and I
smelled again her hair and there was a slight odour of something
else that I couldn't quite identify. Then it came to me. It was
little-girl arousal I could smell wafting up from under the
sheet. She must have been dreaming of something sexual. I refused
to think about it, telling myself that she was just a small
child.

When I woke up, Mary was still asleep and I looked at her sweet
angelic face, a picture of the innocence she no longer possessed.
Her T-shirt had moved up in her sleep and I could see her belly,
taut with youth and skin which was unblemished. Her white
knickers were tight against her pussy and so her camel-toe was
clearly visible and her little-girl odour of arousal was still
there, and I sniffed in the aroma, feeling ashamed again as my
cock stiffened.

My eyes went up her body again and I looked for a few seconds at
her small orange-sized breasts, wondering how they would feel
with my fingers squeezing them. I could see too the material
poking out where each nipple pressed against it and my cock
jerked once again. I had to stop this! I had to stop thinking
about my daughter this way!

As my eyes went up to her face again, I was shocked to find her
eyes open. She had been watching me admire her body! Christ, what
must she think of me? I had to know though what these brutes had
done to her. I had to know how they had defiled my poor little
girl. It was to comfort her and sympathise, I told myself, but my
baser instincts were over-riding my concern for her and I
secretly wanted the titillating details for my own gratification.

"Hold me, Daddy," she said softly and I moved closer to her and
put my arm around her. As I kissed the top of her head, she began
to kiss my neck and her hands started to caress my chest, her
fingers fluttering over my skin like butterflies' wings. The only
clothing I wore in bed were underpants and I felt them tenting
out as her fingers moved over my nipples, making them hard and
erect. My hand stroked her back and when I reached the waistband
of her knickers, I had to stop myself from moving my fingers
inside them.

"Do you want me, Daddy?" she whispered and my brain became mush.
"Do you want to fuck me?" she whispered. And then she kissed my
lips!

My hand froze and I wanted to say something, to stop this now. It
wasn't her fault; it was those bloody Turks who had made her this
way.

"Tell me, Mary. Tell me what they did to you!" I had to know.
"How did it start?"

She said nothing but I felt her hand descend and she grasped my
erection through my underpants. Oh God! Her hand felt wonderful
as she stroked it. Without releasing my cock, she knelt up beside
me and looked hungrily at the tent she was stroking. I wanted to
stop her, I really did, but I'm a weak man and I was enjoying
what she was doing. Then she took the waistband of my underpants
in both hands and started to pull them down my legs, not stopping
until they were off my feet.

As her gaze rested on my erect cock, she said softly, "Ooh Daddy,
it's as big as Mehmet's," and she kissed my knob! What was I to
do? "Mehmet likes me to suck him. Shall I suck YOU, Daddy? Would
you like that?" and before I could say anything, her lips were
caressing my knob and when her tongue licked my pee-slit, my
hands went to her head to keep her there. Suddenly I didn't care
about incest any more!

"Suck it, Mary, just like you sucked Mehmet's cock." My thoughts
now were on cumming and I pictured this Mehmet's cock being
sucked by my little girl. "You liked it, didn't you, Mary? You
loved his big cock when he shot his cum in your mouth?"

She released my cock for a moment and spoke softly to me. "You
want me to talk dirty, don't you, Daddy?" she asked, smiling.
"All the other men liked that too."

She took off her T-shirt and I saw her beautiful breasts, firm
and topped with stiff pink nipples which signalled her arousal.
When she took off her knickers, there was her little pussy, a
thin covering of pubic hair spread lightly over her mons. I drew
in my breath at the sight and it didn't go unnoticed by my
daughter.

"Do you like my little cunt, Daddy?" she said quietly, pushing
her hips forward for me to look closer. "Look closely at the
hole," she said, using her fingers to pull apart her labia so
that I could see inside. "All the other men liked my cunt; they
couldn't wait to force their big cocks into it and fill me with
spunk. You'd love to do that to your little girl, wouldn't you,
Daddy? You'd really like to fuck my hole and get me pregnant."

I was speechless! Her dirty talk was driving me crazy and each
sentence she uttered put a picture in my mind of all those men
and boys fucking her hard, her hips grinding against them as they
shot their potent spunk deep inside her little cunt. She watched
the reaction of my cock each time she spoke and she saw it rise
hard and proud, pulsing with my increased heartbeat.

"I need cock, Daddy. I need fucking badly. Do it to me. Throw me
down and rape me, Daddy! Please! Please, Daddy!" The last words
she spoke were a plea, her need for cock so urgent that she was
begging for it. I needed it too, just as badly as she did, and I
threw her down on the bed on her back and pushed her legs wide
apart. I then did something unforgivable.

"Right, you little bitch!" I cried. I was going to rape her! She
didn't struggle but lay there expectantly, waiting for my assault
on her sex. I took my cock in my hand and placed it to her wet
hole, and I watched her face turn into a picture of euphoria as I
pushed steadily into her until my pubic hair touched hers. I was
in my daughter, all the way in, up to the hilt. And she sighed!

Crazy as it was, I wanted to hurt her, to make her grimace but
when I squeezed her nipples hard, she just murmured, "Ooh so
nice!" I pinched them again, harder this time, but all she did
was to sigh again and push her hips against mine, trying to force
more of me into her.

"Fuck me, Daddy! Hurt me! Do it hard! Make it hurt!" Her
pleadings spurred me on and as I fucked in and out of her, she
pushed against me with every inward thrust and cried out, "Do it!
Rape me! No mercy! Rape my little cunt!"

I took both of her wrists and held them together above her head,
holding them fast to the bed, and I fucked as hard as I could.
And then she changed.

"Please, mister, don't rape me! I'm just a little girl! Please,
mister!" Her pleas were enough to start the breeding process and
as I felt my cock jerk inside her, she cried out, "Don't cum in
me, mister! I'll have a baby! Please stop, mister!" and my spunk
began to shoot inside her.

"I can feel it!" she cried. "You're making me pregnant, mister!"
and she moaned, wriggling her hips against mine as my lips went
to hers and I forced my tongue inside her mouth. She sucked on
it, her tongue running around the underside of mine and then my
own tasting her teeth and gums. I felt so powerful on top of my
little girl, my cock spewing out hot fertile spunk deep inside
her cunt, and she was acting so vulnerable during her rape but so
sexy with what she was doing with my tongue.

Her legs went around my waist and she crossed her ankles over my
back, keeping me deep inside her until the jerking of my cock
finally ceased and I knew that the final dribbles of spunk were
draining into her. I could feel her pussy milking my cock, her
insides rippling and sucking the last of my spunk from my cock.
How was this possible? She was only 13! It was then that I
realised the horror of what I'd just done and I tried to escape
her legs which were still locked tight around me.

"I'm so sorry, Mary! I'm so so sorry!" I said, still trying to
escape. "Forgive me, sweetheart! I don't know what I was
thinking, hurting you like that!"

She looked at me, her black hair spilling over her sweaty
forehead, and she smiled at me.

"I won't tell anybody you raped me, mister, as long as you do it
again!" She became serious then and she brought my head down to
hers and whispered, "Thankyou, Daddy. I needed your cock," and
she kissed my lips, pushing her tongue between my lips and
exploring the inside of my mouth. She released me from her legs
and I pulled my cock out of her slowly and lay beside her,
caressing the body of my own daughter with trembling hands.

My hand ran over her breasts and when I bent my head to kiss her
nipples, she held my head tight. I licked and she moaned, a
guttural sound from deep within. When I began to suck her nipple,
she held me tighter to her, using one hand to stroke my face as I
suckled. My hand was stroking her little breast and I was in awe
of the youthful flesh which was so firm, so taut.

When my hand moved down, I felt her taut flat belly and her
abdomen, and it finally rested on the sparse pubic hair on her
mons. Her hair was soft, not coarse, and I played with it briefly
before reaching further and touching her soaking wet pussy-lips.
As she felt my touch, Mary pushed her hips against my fingers and
I felt for her clitoris. Once I touched it, she jumped, startled
by the feeling that shot through her.

"Oh Daddy!" she breathed. "Please, Daddy!"

"Did the men and boys lick your pussy, Mary? Did you like their
tongues on your sex?" I asked softly and she nodded, bringing her
hand over the top of mine and making me press harder on her tiny
clit. "Tell me, Mary. Tell me what they did to you!"

"They pulled my knickers down, Daddy. They made me kneel on the
settee with my legs open and they pushed their tongues inside my
pussy or my bottom. I couldn't get enough of it. Sometimes I
begged them to do it, especially the girls of the family. The
children watched as well as the wives as they fucked me with
their tongues. It was so sexy, Daddy. All the men watched as one
of the 11-year-old daughters held me down and licked me until I
came."

"The girls and women did you too?" I asked quietly.

"The wives were the ones who taught me all the dirty words. They
made me learn how to please their husbands and sons and the
daughters learned from their mothers how to please men. When
nobody was around, some of the girls would sneak into my room and
sit on my face so that I could lick them until they came."

"Did you like that?" I asked and she nodded.

"Sometimes the wives would sit on my face just after their
husbands had cum inside them and I would suck all the hot spunk
from their pussies. There was one boy about 14 who used to sneak
into my room after 4 or 5 men had fucked me and I sat on HIS face
so that he could suck all the spunk out and swallow it. He loved
the taste of all the men's spunk and he always made me cum with
his tongue."

"Do you want to sit on MY face?" I asked her softly and she
nodded.

I lay on my back and she expertly placed her pussy above my
mouth, squatting until my lips touched her pussy. As I licked
between her labia, a gob of spunk fell out of her hole onto my
tongue and I savoured the taste of spunk and little-girl juice
mixed together. Ambrosia! She used her muscles to open her cunt
and I licked hungrily, forcing the tip of my tongue deep inside
my little girl's sloppy cunt as far as I could make it go to lick
her juices.

She trembled as my tongue worked on her and when I touched the
tip of my finger to her clitoris, she moaned. I rubbed her clit,
making circles around it and occasionally running my tongue over
it. She bucked now and then from the sensations but I held her
still so that I could continue.

"Lick me, Daddy! Make me cum! Make one of the men fuck my bum
while you lick me!" Her voice was shrill now, her dirty talk
making me become hard as I tongued her sex. "Make somebody fuck
me, Daddy! Make Latif fuck my bum, Daddy! Make him cum in me!"

As she wriggled on my face, her hands held the headboard tight to
stop herself falling, and she continued her tirade of begging for
sex. She was becoming almost delirious and I was beginning to
worry about her rambling.

"I want Ali to fuck me, Daddy! I want his cock inside me! Will
you watch him fuck me? I love being watched, Daddy!"

My cock was hard by now, what with the licking of my child's sex
and the dirty talk that she had learned so well from the Turkish
women. I pushed two fingers up inside her bottom and she moaned
again, mumbling, "Yessss, Daddy! Do it harder! Hurt me!" I
finger-fucked the child's bottom, forcing them hard into her and
she sighed with satisfaction as she gripped them tightly with her
anal muscles.

When she began to cum, she cried out, "Daddeeee!" and her body
went rigid, my fingers trapped inside her bottom, unable to move
further. She howled like a wounded animal as her orgasm began and
she bucked her hips violently against my face, pushing down so
that I could not breathe properly. I couldn't move because her
thighs trapped my head between them and I swallowed greedily the
cum-juice that poured from her cunt-hole like a tap which had
just been opened.

As her orgasm washed over her, it was so intense that she kept
grinding her little pussy against my face. From beneath, I could
see her firm tits shaking as her body shuddered. She was
beautiful in her ecstacy, her eyes closed, her head thrown back,
her slim hips wriggling. She was my 13-year-old daughter and she
was cumming like a whore!

When it was over, she took her wet pussy from my face and lay
down beside me. I looked at her, still not believing that my
child had just acted this way, that she was so obsessed and
addicted to sex. The description 'whore' came to mind but she
wasn't a whore. Whores didn't usually like what they did but it
was a way to earn money. My daughter though was begging for sex
with men, lots of men, boys too, and I couldn't work out in my
mind how to help her to stop.

It wasn't just her beautiful body that turned me on but her way
of talking dirty had aroused me in a way I had never experienced
before. She was foul-mouthed yet appeared innocent. I remembered
her in her school uniform as the epitome of innocence, the
picture of virginity, and now, after 9 days with a large Turkish
family, she would not be out of place in a bordello.

Why did she defend this big family? Why wouldn't she help the
police to arrest them all? It was as if she WANTED to be with
them, WANTED them to use her as a sex-toy. Was this because of
the drug they had given her or would she be susceptible to
behaving like this anyway? By her own admission, she wanted cock,
lots of cock, and she didn't care which hole they used when they
blasted their spunk into her. She wanted the boys and girls too.
She readily sucked and licked them, allowing them to use her also
for their juvenile gratification. I had to know more details and
there was only one way to find out.

"Mary," I began, "tell me what you did at the big house. How many
lived there? Who were they exactly?"

She didn't speak straight away and I got the impression that she
wondered whether or not to trust me completely. Three Turks had
been arrested for having sex with her and she was afraid, I
think, that I might pass on further information to the police. To
satisfy her, I promised that I would say nothing to anyone if she
told me what happened. Then she began.

"I was in the park with Ali, a Turkish boy from our school. We
were just walking together but I kind of hoped that he might want
to kiss me and maybe feel me up a bit. You hadn't touched me like
I wanted and so I had been looking for a boy who might." She
looked at me then, ashamed I suppose that she had let me down by
her behaviour. "I just wanted to be touched, Daddy, just to be
felt up by a boy. Anyway, I pulled him into some bushes and made
him kiss me. His tongue went between my lips and into my mouth
and it felt wonderful. When his hand went between my legs to feel
my pussy, I opened my legs wide for him and he put his hand down
inside my knickers and played with me."

My cock stirred again, my head picturing how she described the
boy feeling her up. This did not go unnoticed and she took my
cock in the palm of her hand and gently stroked it up and down.

She went on, "He was getting as excited as I was and he took my
hand and rubbed it against his pants, against his big bulge. He
was hard, Daddy, really stiff. My pussy was soaking wet as he
played with me and I wanted so badly for him to go further. I
took down his zip and put my hand in his pants and found his cock
and I pulled it out to play with it. I didn't know what to do so
he showed me how to masturbate him and I couldn't take my eyes
off it. I thought it was huge at the time and when he pushed me
to my knees, it was there, inches from my face. I looked up into
his eyes and he whispered simply, 'Suck it, Mary.'

My cock jerked then and Mary got off her back and bent over me,
kissing my knob as she continued to wank me.

After a few seconds, she continued, "I sucked it, Daddy. It
didn't taste nasty as I expected and he held my head still and
fucked it in and out of my mouth until he came. His hot spunk
filled my mouth and I tasted it for the first time. I looked up
at him, waiting for him to tell me what to do next, and when he
said, 'Swallow it, Mary,' I gulped it down."

"Did it taste nice?" I asked her and she thought for a few
seconds before answering, "It wasn't nasty, not like I expected."

"He wanted me to go home with him so he could make me feel good
too, he said, and because I still felt excited, I went with him.
He lived in an enormous house in its own grounds and when he took
me inside, there were about 15 members of his family sat in
chairs and settees. He introduced me to them and they all seemed
nice. They made me sit down and offered me a drink which I
accepted to be polite. They chatted to me and Ali stroked my arm
as we all exchanged pleasantries. Soon though, I began to feel
hot, especially between my legs, and I was embarrassed to realise
that my knickers were soaking wet."

She wasn't looking at me then but instead her eyes were far away,
remembering the events and smiling with the memory of them. "Ali
took me to his bedroom and before he could get me to lie down, I
was grabbing at his clothes, desperately trying to get him naked.
He began stripping me too and I had to help him so that I could
have my way with him. I was possessed, enchanted, obsessed by the
thought of making him fuck me. When he was naked, I knelt and
sucked his cock again, this time so hard that I made him cry out
with pain as my teeth hurt him. My hunger was making me
insensitive, uncaring, and he slapped my face to make me stop."

My mind was following what she was saying but my cock was getting
ahead of me and I stopped Mary from wanking me so that I could
pay more attention to her story.

"I stood up and lay down on his bed, begging him to 'put it in
me, for God's sake' and he climbed between my open legs. When he
pushed into me, I felt a sharp pain and then I pulled him hard
all the way into my cunt. I was ecstatic, Daddy, so happy that he
was fucking me. As he fucked me, a couple of men and two boys
came into the room to watch. As he fucked me gently, I begged him
to stop making love to me and do it hard. He did it a bit harder
but I wanted more, I wanted him to hurt me, to rape me. Then one
of the men was by head, stroking his large cock, and he bent
forward over me and told me to suck his cock. I moved slightly
and opened my mouth and he slid his knob between my lips, filling
my mouth completely."

Her eyes were filled with lust as she described her treatment by
the men and I touched her nipple, pinching it hard as she went
on, "He made me wank his shaft and then he filled my mouth with
his hot cum. After I swallowed it all, I looked up at Ali again
and found he was gone and another man was fucking me but not hard
enough. He raped me, Daddy, and it was wonderful. Another man
climbed on me after he had shot his spunk in me and then a boy
about 11 was next to my head. His father showed him how to put
his dick to my lips and I licked and sucked him until he started
trembling but I didn't mind when there was no spunk because he
was so cute."

Sucking a little boy's cock? I secretly envied her but I listened
as more of her story unravelled.

"There must have been 8 or 9 men and boys who fucked me, Daddy,
and I could feel all the spunk oozing out between my legs. When
they all left, a boy of 16 came in and looked around to make sure
everybody had gone. You wouldn't believe what he did! He lay on
his back and made me crouch over his face and he pulled my pussy
to his lips and he sucked all that spunk out of me. He made me
cum on his tongue, Daddy, but when somebody saw him, I think they
thought that he was just being nice to me and they didn't know
that he was trying to eat all the mens spunk."

My cock was pulsing and Mary started to stroke it again. She went
on, "I was exhausted after they had all finished with me and I
went to sleep but during the night, Mehmet's 16-year-old daughter
sneaked into my room and woke me. I watched as she took her
knickers off and she draped them over my nose and mouth and
whispered to me to sniff and lick the gusset. While I licked, her
fingers went between my legs and she played with my clitty. Then
she took her knickers from me and climbed on top of me, and she
pushed her pussy over my mouth. She didn't say anything but I
knew she wanted me to lick her and I did it, making her cum into
my mouth. Then she kissed me and left to go back to her husband's
bedroom."

She went on, "There were 15 bedrooms, all with people sleeping,
and I wandered about the big house, looking into rooms as I
passed. Sometimes somebody was awake and I would go in and join
them, and they would wake their wife who would watch as her
husband fucked me. But I had to be quiet when I came because of
all the family sleeping. Mostly though, his wife would kiss me to
deaden the noise when I came. It was wonderful, Daddy, and I miss
it so much."

My cock was hard and pulsing again as her hand worked its magic
and I had to stop her hand before I shot my load everywhere.

"They fucked me every day, Daddy. I was taking men one after the
other and they were cumming in me and flooding me with potent
spunk. Their wives, daughters and sons would use me too and I
welcomed them all. The little girls of 10 and 11 watched their
brothers and fathers fuck me and their mothers would explain that
their daddy or brother was making me pregnant and soon they would
have another brother or sister. The grandfather fucked me too and
his married daughters would often watch him perform, in awe that
the old man could fuck me so vigorously. I loved it when they
were rough and they often pretended to rape me. God, Daddy, I
really loved that!"

I couldn't take any more and I sat up, forced her onto all fours
and held her hips tight.

"You've teased me long enough, you little slut!" I said in an
angry voice. "You've been asking for it and now you're going to
get it!"

"No, mister, please. I didn't mean it. I won't do it again.
Please let me go!" Her voice sounded scared and she was good at
the role-play. "I'm a virgin, mister. Please don't fuck me with
your big cock! Please, mister!"

Before I plunged my cock into her pussy, I looked down and saw
that her labia were glistening with wetness and I thought I would
get into the game a bit more.

"You're a dirty little girl, aren't you? You want men to put
their cocks in you, you little bitch!" I tried to show anger in
my voice and it must have been OK because she started to whimper,
"No, mister, really I don't. I might have a baby if you put it in
me. Please don't!"

As my cock entered her from behind, she tried to 'escape' and I
held her tighter as I went into her until my pubic hair pressed
against her little bottom. I fucked her hard and she sighed
repeatedly, whimpering occasionally and saying, "No, mister.
Don't fuck me any more. I'll be a good girl!"

I snarled, "Tell me what a slut you are! Say you like it!" and
she shook her head. "Say it!" Again she shook her head. "Say it!"
I repeated.

"OK, mister. I'll keep still and you can fuck me but please don't
cum inside me. You can cum in my mouth or my bum but don't cum in
my pussy!"

"You will do as I tell you, bitch!" I snarled again and suddenly
an idea came to me of something different to say. "And when I've
fucked you, three more men are waiting to fuck you too!" Although
it was role-play, she suddenly trembled and I knew I had got it
right.

I fucked her hard and reached underneath to squeeze her tits and
make her wince with pain but she knelt there on all fours, not
moving as I moved my fingers to her nipples and made her groan
with pain as I squeezed them hard between my fingers and thumbs.

I felt my balls tighten and I pushed hard one last time and held
myself against her bottom as I unloaded hot spunk into her. She
felt the jerking of my cock and the hot viscous liquid as it
sprayed the walls of her vagina and she cried out, "Yes, mister!
Yes! Yes! Make me pregnant! Breed me, mister! Fill me with hot
spunk!"

These words from a 13-year-old girl would be enough to galvanise
any man into flooding her cunt with potent sperm but it was my
own daughter who was begging me to breed her and it made me
determined to empty my balls of every last sperm and to pump it
all deep inside her. She knelt there on hands and knees,
completely still as I bred her, waiting for the mating to be
completed. She had surrendered to the male as she had been taught
by the Turks and I had to thank them under my breath for their
training of her. She was perfect in her submissiveness to men,
even to little boys, and I wondered briefly if I could arrange
for her to be the main event at a stag party. I suspected that
she would love 'gang-rape' and my mind began to make a list.

Once my cock had finished jerking inside her, she collapsed onto
the bed and I fell on top of her. She was small underneath me and
I pulled my cock slowly out of her, watching spunk ooze from her
pussy which for the moment stayed gaping open. Her little rosebud
looked inviting and I knew that not far in the future, she would
beg me to fuck her little bum. I lay beside her and she kissed my
face.

"Thankyou, Daddy. That felt sooo good!" she whispered and she
cuddled up to me as if she were a kitten, purring her
satisfaction into my shoulder.

After a couple of minutes, she began to speak but hesitantly.
"Daddy, I think... I suppose I must be... sick in the head!"

I cuddled her, stroking the hair off her forehead, and I spoke
softly to her.

"No, Mary. You're not sick in the head. You've been taught about
sex and you love it and there's nothing wrong with that. It's
just that you've started a little too young. I know you can't
help wanting it now, and I'll do my best to fuck you as much as
you want, but I might need some help. I know some men who would
love to have sex with you and if you want me to, I'll invite them
over regularly. Would you like that?"

She curled herself around my body and whispered in my ear, "Oh
yes, Daddy," and then she kissed me and drifted off to sleep in
my arms.

END



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