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The little girl stood in the doorway of her parent’s bedroom dressed in the simple cotton nightie her mom had wanted her to wear. Her wrists were handcuffed behind her back, though not tightly, and she clutched her favourite teddy bear awkwardly behind herself in her small hands.
Her name was Elizabeth Drayton, though everyone called her Libby, and she was 6 years old.
Daddy was lying on top of the bed in his robe, turned on one side, reading a book, but he looked up when his daughter appeared in the doorway.
‘Hey sweetheart,’ Andrew said, putting the book down on the bedside table. ‘What’s going on?’
Libby said nothing and, after a few seconds hesitation, walked over to the bedside.
‘What you got behind your back, baby?’ her daddy asked and Libby turned to show him. Andrew laughed. ‘Is mommy being mean to you?’
Libby nodded. ‘She said you’d take them off,’ the little girl said with a frown.
‘Oh did she now?’ Andrew grinned. ‘And what’s in it for me if I do?’ To emphasize the point, he reached over to open the drawer of his bedside table, pulling out a small silver handcuff key.
Libby made a face and struggled showily. ‘Please, daddy,’ she said in a half playful and half genuinely frustrated voice. ‘I don’t like them.’
‘Well I’d like to help you out, baby, you know that, but you know the rules,’ Andrew said in a ‘what can you do?’ kind of voice.
‘I know. Nothing for nothing,’ Libby said a little sullenly. That was the rule, nothing for nothing, and as far as Libby was concerned, it was everywhere. New clothes, nothing for nothing, favourite food, nothing for nothing, a toy, nothing for nothing, and the list went on. Not everything came that way, though, not really. There were something her mommy and daddy gave her for free, but they weren’t things she wanted so much as things they wanted her to have and deep down she understood that, but it was nice when they came along, all the same. Using them, asking about them and getting used to them, counted as something in the ‘nothing for nothing’ game, got her rewards and treats and praise. Libby didn’t much like the things her parents gave her, but she liked what they gave her the chance to get.
But now, with the cuffs, it was back to nothing for nothing and it wasn’t really fair. Mommy had put the cuffs on, not Libby, but now it was Libby who had to pay to get them off. It upset her and her basic sense of justice, but there was nothing she could do except to play the game.
‘Nothing for nothing,’ her daddy repeated. ‘That’s right.’
Libby looked uncertainly at him. ‘I’ll be good, daddy,’ she said in a whisper.
Andrew smiled, raised his eyebrows. ‘How good?’
Libby smiled, shrugged. ‘Do my best,’ she said with a mischievous grin.
Andrew held up a finger, made a ‘turn round’ motion, relieved her of her teddy, putting it on the pillows and took the cuffs off his daughter. He laid back on the bed, propping himself up on pillows.
Without another word, Libby climbed on to the bed and pushed herself between his legs, Andrew spreading them a little to give the child space. Nimble fingers plucked open the knot on his robe and then pulled the folds aside to reveal his stiffening cock. Without hesitation of self-consciousness, Libby wrapped her small hands round her daddy’s shaft, lowered her mouth and set about pleasuring him with a kind of determined intent.
Andrew sighed in pleasure and relaxed into the sweet sensations of small fingers and a nimble mouth, watching his daughter’s head bob up and down as her hands masturbated him. Her technique lacked, but her enthusiasm more than made up for it, the jerky rhythm and awkward co-ordination washed away in the sheer delight of her serving him. He reached down and brushed her hair aside, whispering praise.
Truth be told, Libby didn’t mind sucking her daddy’s cock, and actually liked the texture of him, the warm softness of his skin in her mouth. She didn’t like his cum too much but it wasn’t that bad. There were a lot of things worse and he usually let her spit it out, some anyway, though mommy didn’t approve of her wasting it.
So she worked him with quiet concentration and barely noticed when the bed shifted and mommy joined them.
Susan smiled at her husband, padding over from the empty side of the bed and kissing him with a deep, languid intensity.
‘How is she?’ she asked. Andrew drank his wife in, eyes sliding over her bare skin with undisguised desire.
‘You don’t play fair,’ he whispered grinning, ‘putting her in cuffs. Wasn’t fair, was it Libby?’
Libby lifted her head, wet lips on the glistening tip of her daddy’s cock, and scowled at her mommy. ‘No, it was really unfair,’ she said, frowning before lowering her head and resuming her duties. Andrew shuddered lightly at the renewed efforts of his daughter.
‘Getting good, isn’t she?’ Susan teased and Andrew gave a shaky ‘oh yeah’ in reply. Susan grinned and rolled over to the cabinet by her side of the bed, opening a drawer and taking out a tube of lubricant.
Andrew looked at the tube and then at his wife. ‘Tonight’s the night?’ he asked, and Susan could hear the excitement in his voice. She smiled at her man and nodded.
‘Good a time as any,’ she replied.
Susan slid away and down the bed, kneeling behind her daughter and squirting a blob of the lubricant onto two fingers. These she began to gently rub between the smooth, round cheeks of Libby’s ass, massaging the tight, puckered muscle of her anus. Libby squirmed and started to turn around but Susan held her head in her other hand and pushed her back to the task before her.
‘Relax, baby,’ Susan said softly and pushed the tip of one finger inside the child. Libby gave a mewl of discomfort, shifting a little. She’d been fingered before but it still felt weird and uncomfortable to the little girl. She lifted her head and gave a short cry when Susan pushed her second finger in.
‘Mommy, owww,’ she complained and again tried to turn. Susan again pushed her head back down and she opened her mouth to take her daddy’s engorged tip back between her lips.
‘How is he,’ Andrew said in a thick, hungry voice.
‘Very, very tight,’ Susan said as she worked her fingers in and out, feeling her daughter’s body adjust reluctantly to her intrusion.
‘Still think she’s ready?’ Andrew asked. As much as he’d ached to penetrate his daughter, he still deferred to Susan as to if the child was ready. The idea appealed to him, the mother preparing the child, offering her with pride and devotion. They both wanted it, Andrew knew, and whilst he could have simply decided Libby was ready, such behavior was crude and unworthy of the trust he and Susan shared. Ultimately, when it came to this, his wife knew best.
Susan gave a little shrug, moving her head side to side in a ‘maybe, maybe not’ gesture. ‘It won’t be easy,’ she said finally, ‘for either of you…’
Andrew looked at her evenly and between them the blonde haired head of their daughter moved up and down in short bobs, oblivious to the meaning behind her parent’s discussion. ‘Your call,’ he said.
Susan pushed her fingers deep into her daughter’s ass, flexed them, tried to open them and stretch her a little. Part of her knew that Libby could be better prepared for this, that there were slim toys that could be used to stretch her, plugs that could be left in place to make the flexibility last, but ultimately she didn’t want anything else. Libby’s ass, like her pussy, was theirs to train, just as the child herself was. It was why they’d had her, why they’d moved away from prying eyes and why the girl was isolated and kept away from prying eyes. They controlled every aspect of Libby’s life and development, had done practically since she’d come into the world and had plans and desires for their daughter, as well as the other children they intended to have, that lasted years into the future.
The idea of breaking their child into her true purpose with tools and toys instead of by putting their child to her intended use was unthinkable.
‘She has to learn,’ Susan said and the matter was settled.
‘Hold out your hands, Libby, there’s a good girl,’ Susan said in an encouraging voice and Libby, a little uncertainly, did as she was told. Susan squeezed a small mound of the clear lubricant into Libby’s hands and the child made a wrinkle-nosed face.
‘Ewww,’ she said, hands trembling a little.
She was sat between Susan’s legs, her mother reaching round her with Andrew kneeling in front facing the child. Taking her daughter’s small hands in her own, Susan folded the child’s fingers around her husband’s cock, smoothing them up and down the throbbing length of him. His shaft shuddered slightly in time with Andrew’s heartbeat and she smiled, looking up at him with knowing, adoring eyes.
‘That’s it, baby,’ Susan whispered almost playfully to Libby, ‘nice and gentle, up and down. Can you feel daddy’s heartbeat?’ she asked, squeezing Libby’s hands tight around Andrews cock. The girl nodded and flashed a wondrous grin over her shoulder at her mommy. Susan knew the child must have felt that pulsing before but had never thought much of it maybe or never gave it much thought at all. Now she knew what it meant, it fascinated her
‘Is that daddy’s heart?’ Libby asked, squeezing her daddy’s cock almost thoughtfully.
‘Well it’s not actually his heart,’ Susan said, ‘the heart’s up here,’ and she pressed a finger into Libby’s smooth, flat chest to show the girl. ‘But the heart pushes blood around the body and sends it where it’s needed, see?’
Libby nodded.
‘Right now you’ve got daddy all excited and so he needs blood here,’ Susan said and returned to slowly and firmly stroking the girl’s hands up and down the length of Andrew’s cock, squirting more lubricant directly onto the skin and helping Libby smooth it around.
Andrew just watched and occasionally gulped, fighting to keep his arousal in some kind of check.
‘And what do we call this?’ Susan asked.
Libby grinned and looked up at her daddy. ‘His cock,’ she said with certainty, and there was something about hearing those words, and others, come from her daughter’s mouth that thrilled Susan in a way she couldn’t explain.
‘Good girl. You like daddy’s cock, don’t you? Like sucking it?’
Libby nodded with no less conviction. ‘Feels nice, smooth and nice,’ she replied.
‘What about his cum?’ Susan went on almost conversationally.
Libby made a face. ‘It’s okay. Sometimes it tastes funny but it’s ok,’ the girl answered and Susan smiled at Andrew.
‘Now, remember when you’ve watched mommy make love to daddy?’ Susan asked.
‘Yeah…’ Libby answered and her voice was instantly cautious.
‘And you remember how we told you that one day you’d make love to daddy, too?’ her mother continued.
This time Libby said nothing, just nodded and looked off to one side.
‘Well, that day’s here, baby,’ Susan said, her voice soft and comforting. The child stiffened against her and Susan hugged her. ‘Its okay, Libby. Don’t be afraid.’
‘It’ll hurt,’ she said and it wasn’t a question.
Susan nodded, kissed the side of her daughter’s head. ‘Yes, angel, it’ll hurt, but it has to be done. We’ve talked about this, haven’t we? You’ve watched us, watched those films and you have those picture books, too. You’ve been reading them, haven’t you?’
Libby nodded. ‘Yeah, I read them…’ and she left the sentence hanging.
‘What’s wrong, baby girl?’
The child hesitated for a few seconds and Susan was about to ask again. ‘They’re grown-ups,’ she said finally. ‘There’re no little girls in those books or films. Just grown-ups.’
And this was true. Though they had movies featuring little girls and boys with adults, they hadn’t wanted to show them to Libby. The kids in those movies didn’t much like what was happening to them most of the time and when they weren’t crying and struggling they were just dead-eyed and indifferent, neither of which was an example Andrew or Susan wanted Libby to follow. The only films and pictures Libby had seen that had a little girl in them were ones of her with mommy and daddy, who documented most of their interactions. Even now there were three cameras in the room, two high looking down onto the bed and one off to the side, all recording a separate feed that would be edited down later. There was even a small, handheld digital video camera in the bedside cabinet with two spare batteries always charged up just in case a close-up was desired.
There were cameras tucked away into every room of the house in fact, and a couple on tripods ready to go. They didn’t just record Libby, though. Sometimes they had guests who brought their own little girls and boys. Libby called them aunts and uncles, knew them by name, but not the children. She didn’t interact with them and wouldn’t until she could do so meaningfully, something Andrew and Susan had been working on making happen. As it was, some of the guests didn’t bring the same children twice, a fact that went unremarked upon at the time but was discussed in the breathless heat of passion when the guests had gone, husband and wife driving each other’s desires higher and higher with thoughts of what fate had befallen the absent children.
‘I know, baby, but the girls in those films started out just like you, making grown-ups happy when they were little,’ Susan said, her voice that same even, comforting tone.
Libby frowned. ‘They did?’
‘Of course they did,’ Susan said in mock surprise that Libby thought otherwise. ‘Those girls are beautiful, aren’t they?’ she asked and Libby nodded. ‘And they love what they do and who they’re making love with, you can see that, and they’re really, really good at it, as well, yes? They make the men and other women happy, don’t they?’
Libby nodded some more.
‘That’s because they started off like you are, right back when they were little, too, learning how to make their mommies and daddies happy, learning what to do and say and how to behave, just like you are. That’s the way it works,’ Susan said.
Again Libby nodded but stayed silent.
‘Don’t you want to be beautiful when you grow up? Don’t you want to know how to show someone you love them, how to make them happy?’ Susan added a worried note to her voice, a voice that was intended to make Libby feel she might not love or be loved by her mother if she didn’t give the right answer. It worked.
Libby turned to Susan with big, frightened eyes. ‘Yes, mommy, I do. Really, I do,’ she said and Susan smiled.
‘Love you, Libby,’ she said.
‘Love you too, mommy,’ came the reply and Libby turned to look up at her daddy. ‘Love you too, daddy,’ she added.
Andrew smiled and found he’d got lost in his thoughts, in the images the conversation between Libby and Susan had put in his head. His erection had eased slightly, the urgency of his need a little diminished, replaced by an understanding that this would be the first time he would fuck his daughter’s ass. And like all first times, there wouldn’t be another; every time afterwards would be a variation on a theme.
‘I love you too, Libby,’ he replied, ‘so very, very much.’
Susan lay propped up with some pillows against the headboard, knees raised but legs splayed open. Libby lay between them, her small head resting on Susan’s tummy, ass up in the air and kneeling, legs apart and her hands propping her up either side of Susan’s hips. Behind her, Andrew pressed the slick, well oiled tip of his cock at the puckered entrance to Libby’s ass.
‘Be brave, baby,’ Susan whispered, and Andrew took that as his cue to press forward.
For a few seconds there was nothing except resistance, Libby’s body refusing to yield to his pressure. One hand planted in the small of her back, the thumb pressing down on the tip of his cock while he held and guided the shaft with his other hand, he pushed forward harder still and Libby gave a low moan of pain as her body, begrudgingly, accepted the tip of Andrew’s cock.
He let out a shaky breath. ‘Christ, she’s tight,’ he said almost to himself.
‘Keep going,’ Susan said, stroking Libby’s hair. ‘She’s ready.’
Andrew nodded and, his cock far enough inside Libby that he didn’t have to hold it in place, gripped her hips with both hands and began to push himself deeper.
Libby’s moan gave way to an eye-squeezed-shut grimace of pain, her voice rising in pitch to a gasping screech as her daddy pushed incrementally deeper into her small body.
Looking down, Andrew marveled at the site of his thick shaft buried several inches inside his daughter.
Skewered, his mind said suddenly and he smiled a grim, delighted smile at the thought, driving forward, ignoring the pain of Libby’s anus gripping like a tourniquet round his shaft.
Libby began to struggle and Susan raised her legs to grip the child between them, taking her hands in her own and holding her close against her. Still the child struggled, crying now, gasping and sobbing as her daddy violated her with callous intent.
‘God, I’m fucking her,’ he said in an almost awed voice.
‘Is it good,’ Susan asked, her own voice dripping with arousal at the act they were sharing.
‘Oh, God, yeah, so fucking good. Tight but – ‘ Andrew shoved forward and felt resistance inside his daughter’s body, felt something seem to give inside her under his pressure. He sank the last two inches of himself with sudden ease. ‘Oh, God! All the way in,’ he gasped, ‘all the way in!’
Libby screamed. Didn’t cry out, didn’t sob and didn’t wail. She screamed.
Andrew jumped at the sound of his child in utter agony. Briefly he wanted to pull out, almost started to, but then he found he didn’t care too much if fucking his daughter had hurt her somehow; it just felt too good. He looked at Susan. ‘Should I stop?’
‘Do you want to my love?’ she purred back at him.
Andrew shook his head. ‘Fuck, no.’
Susan shrugged and then shimmied herself a little more upright, and putting Libby’s face against the wet heat of her mommy’s pussy.
‘Up to you…’ Susan murmured and, curling her hand into Libby’s golden hair, began to grind her daughter’s face into her sex. Susan arched in pleasure, mouth open as Libby sobbed and gasped between her thighs. ‘Eat mommy’s pussy, baby, there’s a good girl,’ Susan breathed.
‘Do as your mommy says,’ Andrew said, fingers digging into the little girls flesh, gripping her in place as he withdrew inch by agonizing inch. ‘Eat her pussy while daddy… daddy fucks you!’
He drove back into her as hard as he could, impaling her on his cock, oblivious to the pain of doing so. She gripped him relentlessly, her body unable to accommodate his girth with anything close to ease. Libby screamed again and this one tailed off into a muffled sob as Susan pushed her face back down.
By the time Andrew came, Susan was breathless and covered in a sheen of sweat, her body trembling with the residue of several long, hard and loud orgasms. Libby was, simply put, fucked. Her eyes were glassy and red-rimmed, her face flushed and red and slick from Susan’s cunt. She gave little gasps with each thrust of her daddy’s cock but by now her raped anus had long since gave way, a thin smear of blood now on Andrew’s cock. Maybe from her broken anus or maybe from a tear on his shaft, Andrew wouldn’t know until later when Susan would determine it was actually both. Then and there though, he barely noticed, let alone cared.
His orgasm was overwhelming, almost blinding as the world washed out in his eyes, his cum not so much spurting from his body as feeling like it had been wrenched out. He shuddered and gasped, slamming himself into the pink cheeks of his daughter until he was spent. Falling to the side, he felt his cock pop from out of Libby’s ass and briefly saw the gaping, raw ring of muscle left behind. He thought it was one of the most beautiful things he’d seen.
Susan rolled Libby off of her and, sliding to lay alongside her husband, lowered her mouth to his diminished cock. With slow and loving deliberation, she began to lick and suck him clean, meeting his eyes as she did so, savouring the act and the look of utter bliss she saw in his eyes.
On the other side of the big, king-size bed, Libby lay if not forgotten then certainly ignored. The little girl reached a small hand for her bear and pulled it hard against herself protectively. Then Libby shakily drew her knees up and simply lay there as deep, shuddering sobs wracked her small body.