Pik's Pick
(M/g romantic reluc spank sci-fi)

Written by cc


	[SMACK!] "AAAAA!" Pik heard the snap of a whip, and the anguished cry of a young girl, even before he got a good view of the slaveyards. As he rounded the corner of a building, he saw the punishment platform, and the young teen suspended by her wrists from the crossbar, her ankles
fastened to a spreader bar. One of the slavemasters was disciplining her sternly, bringing the singletail to bear smartly on her buttocks, thighs, and even her little pear-shaped breasts, as she wailed and sobbed. Pik found the sight disturbing, yet entrancing at the same time. He had come to the slaveyards almost against his will. He had not started out intending to acquire a slave. He had won a contest, successfully guessing the author of some silly s.f. series or other; a little sleuthing on the ether-Net gave him the answer. He was amazed to discover that he had won the Grand Prize, and even more amazed at what it was: an all-expenses-paid trip to Center Prime and first pick of the next crop of preteen slavegirls to be brought in from recently-conquered Tau Ceti.

	Even though he took the trip, and reluctantly accepted transportation to the slaveyards, he still did not intend to pick a slave. He was not settled in his mind about the whole idea, and, while he admitted to himself that the thought of having a preteen slavegirl at his beck and call was most...stimulating, he did not wish to be cruel or bring any significant suffering to a poor young girl. He followed the signs almost mindlessly, past the teen, moaning as she swayed in her bonds, on through the courtyard to the main entrance of the slaveyards. The guard at the desk glanced at his pass, and jerked a thumb to indicate which way to take. Through a door and down a short corridor he found them, the newly arrived preteens.

	They were milling about, or sitting, or lying down on benches. There must have been one-way glass between them; he could see them easily through it, but they gave no sign that they saw him, although he stared until he thought his eyes would fall out. They were gorgeous, almost to a girl. Each was heartbreakingly slender, with a face like an angel in despair, as they fretted alone or in groups about their condition, and what awaited them with their new masters. Their skimpy slaveshifts left little to the imagination; the edge of their buttocks or even their girlclefts peeked out from under the hem whenever they moved or bent over.

	After watching them for a while, Pik noticed one small girl, sitting on the floor with her back to the wall, arms around her knees. Even among all the pretty girls there she stood out to him. Not because she was any prettier than they; hers was a more somber cuteness than some. But there was something about her face, and her demeanor, that bespoke of someone going from no hope to no hope, and Pik's heart went out to her.  At the same time, there was a part of him that lusted after her sweet body, desiring to spank her, and whip her, and rape her.

	On a sudden impulse, he sought out the slavemaster on duty, showing him the coupon he carried. Then he waited in a private room. In a few minutes one of the slavers appeared hauling the preteen in by her wrists, then pushing her in the room in front of him. "D'ya want her stripped?" he grunted. The child shrank from him, trembling; the casual, almost mechanical way he asked was somehow worse than if he had actively leered at her.

	Almost shocked, Pik barked, "No! (Yet another part of his mind shouted, "Yes, right now!") No...thank you," he said more calmly as he recovered himself. "Just leave us for a minute or two, OK?" The slaver nodded curtly and left abruptly. The little girl stood, downcast, still trembling in the corner by the door. "Sit down," Pik told her, kindly, and she sank into a padded chair on the other side of a small table. "What's your name, little one?" He had been told by the staff that these girls understood Galactic Standard.

	"S-Suzette, Sir," the little preteen stammered. She trembled in her chair, dreading what fate had in store for her. She had been basically an orphan from birth, 'raised', if you can call it that, by a cousin, for a while. When she was almost at an age when some pimp, or even her cousin (herself little better than a whore), might have forced her to turn tricks, she was 'fortunate' enough to be taken into the town orphanage. Discipline there was strict, and despite her gentle demeanor and shy attitude, she was frequently spanked and whipped. Yet even these punishments wouldn't have felt so bad if they had been done lovingly, and followed closely by a hug and a kiss. Physical affection, however, was not forthcoming in that institution, and the little girl was starved for love. The only pleasant episode of her life, with some interest in her wellbeing, and tender caring, had come from a missionary who had passed through her home town a few years before. Under that gentle soul's guidance she had learned to read, and had even converted, but life had still been very hard for her. She hardly knew what to think of it, now; was her lot to improve, or simply go from one torment to another?

	"That's a pretty name, for a very pretty girl," Pik said gently. Something in his quiet smile, and the look in his eyes, gave birth to a hope in the girl, still buried and unconscious as of yet, that perhaps things would turn out for the better. Her trembling subsided.
 
	Pik began to question her. She answered diffidently at first, but soon warmed to the opportunity to pour out her life to a sympathetic ear, something she had never had before. He was entranced. Both his lust and his love deepened, and he made his decision.

	"Little one, do you know why I'm here?" he asked. She shook her head, eyes downcast. "I won you, or at least I won a slavegirl, and I could choose you if I wanted to." She seemed to slump in her chair. She didn't like the sound of this so far. "But I didn't really come here looking for a slave; I didn't think I wanted one." She looked up at this. "When I saw you, I just fell in love with you. You are a beautiful, sweet little girl." She looked up at him with a small smile.
 
	"So now I need to decide what to do. If you want me to, I will take you from here, and put you in some kind of orphanage." She immediately made the 'Yuck' face universal to preteens everywhere. "I'll take that as a 'no', then," he responded. She smiled back shyly.
 
	"I could take you with me." She brightened visibly. "But you must know something. I have discovered that there are certain things I desire greatly. If you stayed with me, it would be too hard on me not to have you in the way that I want." She looked a bit puzzled. "Listen to me carefully, little one. Do you know what a wife is?" She gave him a look that any preteen would have recognized, the "are-you-kidding-me-of-course-I-know-that" look. "I'll take that for a yes," he said with a grin. "I would like to have you. I would like you as my daughter." Her eyes lit up. "I would like you as my wife." She smiled, but seemed a little less sure. "And I want you as my slave." She dropped her eyes.

	"I know, that doesn't sound too good. But let me tell you what I mean. I want to raise you as my daughter, teach you, give you good clothes to wear and decent food to eat, a nice house to live in." She half-closed her eyes, dreamily imagining such a life, luxurious by the standards she had known. "But I must tell you something else. I desire you. I want to use your body, like a husband with a wife, and more: like a master with his slave. If I take you with me, I will punish you whenever I want to, and I'll want to a lot! And I will rape you. I won't tell you that it won't hurt; sometimes it might. But I will tell you that I will not damage you, and I don't think it will hurt very much, or very often. When I punish you, it will be like any father might punish his daughter, except that it will be...sexual. You may not understand that now, but you will, you will! And I will cherish you, and protect you, and love you.

	"So, what do you think, little one? Will you come with me, and be my daughter, and my wife, and my slave?" Pik waited for her answer with bated breath. She hung her head for a moment. 

	Then: "I wish to come with you...Master," she breathed.

	Pik's head seemed to spin, and a jolt of...joy rushed through him. He came around the table and gently gathered the little girl in his arms. She collapsed against his chest, tears leaking out and staining his shirt. Pik called in the slavemaster, signed the necessary forms, and left with the preteen in tow.

	An uneventful hyperspace jump later, they arrived at his flat. Her head was spinning from all the new and wonderful sights of the city, the spaceflight, and even his apartment, which seemed so plush to her. After she had had a few minutes to look around, and find the bathroom, he called her to him in the living room. "I think you need a good spanking, young lady!" he said with mock-sternness. She seemed distressed, but did not resist, as he bent her under his arm and tossed up the hem of her slaveshift. WAP-WAP-WAP! Pik's firm hand delivered a brisk, business-like spanking as she shivered and whimpered. When her bottom was gently reddened, he pulled her to her feet, cuddling her with one arm as he soothingly rubbed her bare bottom with the other hand. She melted into his arms. The smell of his aftershave seemed to penetrate her brain, calming and gentling her.

	Some days passed. Pik provided her with a fetching wardrobe of little girl's outfits: jumpers, plaid skirts, suitable pajamas and baby-dolls. But no underwear, of course! And each outfit, while roomy enough at the waist, was skimpy, the hems barely sufficient to cover her sweet charms. 

	She was adorable: funny and sweet, and quite intelligent. He enjoyed bringing her new books, and teaching her math, theology, galactic history, and science. She was in ecstasy. Her life seemed to be a wonderful dream, now, altho' she hardly knew what to make of the punishments. 

	For she was punished every day, often multiple times a day. At first she was just spanked on her bare bottom. But as the days went by, Pik added more to the repertoire. He often took a switch or a belt to her thighs, back and front, leaving faint red lines that faded slowly as she yelped.

	There came a day when Pik called her for her punishment, and stripped her completely of her jumper and top. She shivered and blushed to be so naked in front of a grown man. Pik just strode around her, slapping his belt into his palm as he drank in the sight of her. She was gorgeous. Long, silky hair. Heartbreakingly slender, with the face of an angel in despair as she awaited her punishment. Breasts no bigger than buds, topped by nipples that barely broke the plane of her chest. Hips just beginning to think  about flaring. Slim thighs, from between which peeped her unfledged girlcleft.

 	He flashed the belt out, snapping it against the backs of her thighs, WHACK! "AAA!" she cried, and "OOOO-OOOO! OH-OH-OH!" as he continued to whip her, now on the backs, now the fronts of her thighs, then her bottom. He shifted aim and snapped the end of the belt against one nipple, then the other, as she yelped and wailed. Soon her little breasts were fetchingly reddened. Pik tossed the belt aside and seized her nipples in each hand, pinching and twisting as she gasped and moaned, "SSSS-OOOO!" He kneaded and worked her little breastbuds for a while as she writhed, both from the punishment itself, and the embarrassment of having a grown man handle her little-girl breasts.

	Even as she trembled under his hands, he slid one around her waist to cup her bottom, squeezing and pulling. The other slipped down, down, past her navel, and farther, until suddenly he was there, hefting her unfledged vulva, tracing up and down her underdeveloped cleftlips as she whined and trembled. He freehanded some lubricant from a nearby table onto his other hand, and insinuated it between her buttocks until he was pressing on her tender, delicate bottomflower. She went nearly rigid at the sensation of a grown man's hands pressing against these most intimate parts of a young girl's anatomy. She cried out wildly as, with one swift push, he pierced her anus with two fingers at once, penetrating and probing deeply. At the same time he took her clitoris in his fingers, pinching and twisting, then rubbing it rapidly and excruciatingly back and forth against her pubic bone. Soon she was bucking and sobbing, writhing and moaning, her cleftlips becoming surprisingly wet for such a little girl, clearly nearing climax. Even as he continued to rape her anus with his fingers, he began to front-spank her full upon her cleftlips, sharp, medium-hard smacks that brought fresh cries to her lips and tears to her eyes, even as she was driven over the top, wailing, little hips rocking, yelping and yipping out her precious preteen orgasm as she collapsed into his waiting arms. He held her tenderly, kissing the top of her head, as she buried her face in his shirt, sobbing out the last of her come.

	The next day he took her to a nearby church. The pastor was happy to marry them, preferring that the little preteen be united in wedlock with her master rather than just being his concubine. The girlslave clung to her master's arm throughout, wondering if this was all some wonderful dream that she was having while still in that dreadful orphanage, or in the slaver's hold, out of which she would wake back up to dismal reality. But it was real. She and Pik returned home after a day of fun at the amusement park, a beautiful formal dinner (where many of the other male diners stared enviously at such a lovely preteen dressed so elegantly in the company of a grown man), and a romantic carriage ride back to his apartment.

	He stood her in the middle of the bedroom and peeled her gown from her slender body. His hands roamed over her sweet charms, pinching and twisting, probing and returning, as she trembled and moaned. He sat on the bed, pulled her over his lap, and administered a stern spanking as she yelped, her little legs kicking. He flipped her over, cradling her in one arm, as he continued to spank her, first on the front of her thighs, then each spank drifting higher and higher until her girlcleft felt the sting of the punishment.

	After her vulva was sufficiently reddened, Pik shifted her onto the bed, supine, and knelt over her, drinking in her slender preteen beauty. He kissed her forehead, glabellas, the tip of her upturned nose, then sweetly and lightly on her lips, lingering, enjoying. He nibbled her neck, sending shivers up and down her skin, worked his way along each delicate collarbone, then down her chest to her nipples, biting and sucking pulling and nibbling, as she gasped and trembled. On down and down to her bellybutton, pausing to blow a zorbert, making her giggle. He smiled, but smacked her cleft once, sharply, commanding, "No laughing, young lady!" She yelped at the smack, and then went rigid, as his hungry lips found the core of her being.
 
	Pik's tongue punished her sweet cleft thoroughly, pressing against her hymen as she cried out wildly, then rasping over her labia. Finally he took her clitoris between tongue and teeth, in long, excruciating bites that soon had her bucking, climaxing. He stood up suddenly, towering over her, swept a groovestrap off the bedside stand, and brought it sharply down onto her gleaming pudenda, SWACK! "AAAAAAA!" she screamed, coming violently. He tossed the strap aside, and lay over her, his grown man's body overshadowing her slender preteen frame. He held her legs up and put her ankles on his shoulders, baring her pelvis fully. His rampant rod pressed against her cleftlips, and then he thrust firmly into her, raping her of her maidenhead with one stroke, driving for her cervix. She screamed once, shortly, then wept sweetly, shoulders shaking, as he cradled her in his arms tenderly, kissing her hair, stroking the tears from her cheeks.
 
	Soon her distress had died down to the occasional sob and sniffle. He began to rape her in earnest, pistoning in and out of her, rocking her back and forth. She cried out rhythmically, "OOO-OOO-OOO!" as he pinned her to the bed with each stroke. Soon the intense stimulation of her clitoris and G-spot made itself felt, as she orgasmed again, arching and crying out in his arms, as he came, too, emptying his seed at her cervix, then collapsing next to her on the bed. She clung fiercely to him as she again sobbed out the last of her preteen orgasm, staining his shirt with her tears, putting her pretty little face up to be kissed, then burying it again on his chest. Soon she was asleep in his arms, fulfilled, content, safe, loved, punished.

	And they lived happily ever after!

	by cc

	All comments welcome!
	
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