Bought and Sold (M/g ped spank reluc roman)

   Written by cc



   I did a lot of research on the Net before I made my decision.  I checked
out poverty rates, child abandonment, slavery laws, adoption policy,
age-of-consent laws...It was a hard decision, but I finally decided to go
to *****.  Being single with a good job and some family money, I had
sufficient resources for the task.

   It took some time "on the ground", so to speak, to find what I was
looking for.  I hired some locals to look for me, and I finally found her:
a single mother, hooked on some addictive substance or other, with an only
child, a preteen daughter who was actually quite cute, under the ubiquitous
layer of dirt that all the local children seemed to wear.

   I made the approach carefully.  It wasn't too difficult, however; the
mother was already selling her own body, and probably would have sold the
girl's soon, anyway.  She was open to almost any offer that gained her the
cash she wanted.  It actually ended up costing me substantially less than I
would have been willing to pay.  The girl sat watching us with her big
solemn eyes as we transacted business.  Soon it was done; the mother was
several thousand dollars richer, and had signed away all rights to the
girl; the girl was now my slave, and my adopted daughter.

   The girl knew some English, and I had learned some of the local patois.
I told her to follow me.  She did so, glancing uncertainly at her mother.
But the slattern ignored her daughter, fixated on her cash.  I took the
preteen by the elbow and led her out of the shack.

   I whisked her off to the house I had leased.  Thinking ahead, I had more
than one set of clothes for her already there.  Her eyes widened as she saw
the house, the kitchen (probably more food in one place than she'd ever
seen), her room, her clothes, the toys, the bathroom.  It was all fairly
plain by American standards, but it must have seemed palatial to her.  I
showed her the tub, towels, and soap, and told her to wash well, and laid
out fresh clothes for her to change into.

   She took forever (typical girl!), but finally she came out.  She seemed
to have figured out the clothes alright, even if they were unfamiliar to
her.  She was adorable.  Her mother didn't know exactly how old the girl
was, but she looked to be about ten.  She was now dressed in a sheer white
blouse, the kind that is usually worn with a camisole, or at least a bra. I
had given her neither.  Her nipples could be clearly seen through the thin
fabric.  Her skirt was made for a plump 5-year-old; it rode up high on her
thighs whenever she moved.  She wore no panties; I had not provided her
with any.  The edge of her buttocks could be clearly seen if she moved even
a little.  Knee socks and saddle shoes completed the picture.

   I strolled around her, ogling her openly.  She blushed prettily.  I led
her by the hand to a couch and sat her beside me.  She vainly tried to
conceal the edge of her girlcleft as she sat, the hem of her skirt riding
up her thighs.  Between her English and my limited command of her language
I was able to get across to her that I had bought her, and she was now my
slave.  She seemed to know what that meant.  A hopelessness began to fill
her eyes.  Then I told her that I had also adopted her, and she was now my
daughter.  That seemed to make her feel better.

   "As my slave, I can and will do anything to you that I want.  Slaves are
often whipped and abused.  As my daughter, I will take care of you, make
sure you get plenty to eat, the right clothes, and an education.  I will
love you and discipline you.  You will be spanked quite often, and punished
in other ways as well, any time I want to." Her eyes widened as I explained
these things to her.  I also ordered her to call me "Daddy", from then on.

   "As a matter of fact, I feel like punishing you right now," I declared.
So I pulled her over my knee, tossed up her little skirt, and gave her a
brisk, business-like spanking, SMAK!  SWAK!  SMACK!

   "AAA!  OOO!  OH-OH-OH!" she cried out, wriggling and writhing on my lap.
"Oh, Daddy, please!" After I had reddened her bottom sufficiently, I
stopped spanking, and began rubbing her bottom, using both hands, pulling
the cheeks apart to expose her pretty rosebud to the air, kneading and
working.  She moaned softly.

   After a bit I pulled her up and into my arms, enfolding her in a long
hug, her face buried in my chest, staining my shirt with her tears, her
little hands clinging to me.  I rocked her there for a bit, then tipped her
sweet face up for a kiss.

   So we started our new life together.  She turned out to be really a good
little girl, never giving me much trouble with her lessons (I homeschooled
her), making her bed, eating her vegetables, or going to church.  I spanked
her every day, often 2 or 3 times in a day if I felt like it, or if she
misbehaved.  Really she never behaved badly, but occasionally she would
forget herself, or I would exaggerate some flaw in her behavior as an
excuse to tip her over my lap and smack her little bottom.  And I always
finished up by rubbing her reddened buttocks as she whimpered and moaned.
For some reason I resisted using her body to relieve myself afterward, but
I guess I just wanted to "delay gratification", so I just masturbated
privately after her punishments.

   After 2 or 3 weeks, though, I couldn't wait any longer.  I had to have
her totally.  I obtained the necessary documents to have us married legally
in ****.  Then I ratcheted up her punishment sessions to a new level.

   One evening I called her to me, riding crop in hand, and ordered her to
strip.  I had not used the crop, nor made her naked before, and she
dithered for a moment, eyeing the crop and saying, "Oh, Daddy, do I have
to?!"

   "No nonsense, young lady!" I barked, and flashed the strap-end of the
crop onto her bare thighs, SMAK!

   "AH!" she yelped, and hurried to obey.  She didn't have far to go; she
was still forbidden to wear panties, camisole, or anything like it.  In a
few moments she stood naked before me except for her knee socks and saddle
shoes.  She was gorgeous.  Long, silky hair.  Face of an angel in despair,
as she awaited her punishment.  Heartbreakingly slender despite her recent
improvement in nutrition, hips just beginning to flare, nipples slightly
enlarged sitting on top of nothing but breast buds barely breaking the
plane of her chest, and unfledged cleft peeping from between her slim
thighs.

   I strolled around her, slapping the crop into my palm.  She trembled and
whimpered, blushing prettily down to the tips of her erect nipples.  I
flashed the crop out, SMACK!  onto the back of her thighs.  "AAH!" she
yiped, and, "OOOH!  AAA!  O-O-O-O!" again and again as I brought the crop
to bear repeatedly on her thighs and buttocks.  Soon they were nicely
reddened as she danced from foot to foot.

   Moving to her front, without warning I brought the crop down sharply
onto first one nipple, then the other, WAP!  SMAK!  "AAAAA!  OOOOOH!  Oh,
Daddy, my little breasts!  AAA-AAA-AAA!" she cried out wildly as her
breasts felt the sting of the crop over and over.  Her nipples were soon
erect and "blushing" for a different reason!  When I was done whipping her
breasts I tossed the crop aside and seized her tender breast buds, kneading
and working them, pinching and twisting her nipples, as she gasped and
moaned, "ssss--ooooh!".

   By then I was as hard as a rock, and I decided that tonight I would use
her mouth to relieve myself.  I took her in my arms and kissed her for a
while, her tears staining my cheeks as she shyly gave me back little
"butterfly" kisses.  Then I sat her down and informed her that we were now
married (she lit up the room with one of her rare smiles at this news), and
it was time for us to begin to consummate our marriage.  Of course she
didn't understand this, so I explained that this meant I would now rape
her. I told her she was to be raped in three different places, and tonight
I would start by raping her mouth.  I also ordered her to swallow what came
out of me as I did so (but I told her, to her relief, that many girls
swallowed this sort of thing, and it wasn't going to be pee!).

   I put her on my knees before me and ordered her to make a tunnel in her
mouth with her tongue as the floor of the tunnel.  I didn't really want her
"sucking" or licking me; I preferred to control the action myself.  Once
she was in position I brought out my rod, to her widening eyes, and
proceeded to insert it into her little mouth.  I didn't want her to gag, so
I refrained from thrusting all the way to her throat.  I just worked it
back and forth about halfway as she whimpered around the shaft.  It wasn't
long before the sight, sound, and feel of orally raping a pretty little
preteen had driven me to distraction, and I emptied my load in her mouth.
Like a good little girl she gamely swallowed it all down!

   The next night I announced that she was to be punished for some minor
infraction or other.  "Oh, Daddy, must I be punished?" she asked
plaintively.  But I was insistent.  I bent her under my arm, tossed up her
skirt, and gave her a quick spanking on her bare bottom as she yelped and
fidgeted.

   Standing her up, I swiftly stripped her naked, again admiring her sweet,
ten-year-old charms.  I ran my hands up and down her body, pausing to
squeeze and part her buttocks, exposing her little rosebud to the cool air
as she gasped.  Up to her nipples, seizing her little breasts again,
kneading and working them.  Then down, down to the core of her being, for
the first time cupping her unfledged girlcleft, hefting it, pinching the
tender lips, probing for her hymen as she yipped, then pressing insistently
against her clitoris, making her tremble and moan.  Soon there was a
moistness about her vulva, and I began spanking her frontally: sharp,
medium-hard smacks that made her jerk and cry out.  I had a tube of
lubricant on a table next to us, already opened.  I lubricated my free hand
one-handed, and insinuated it between her buttocks cheeks til I was at her
bottomflower.  I teased her there for a moment, pressing, pinching,
rubbing. Then I suddenly pierced her anus, penetrated her deeply, and
probed her fiercely with first one, then two, and finally three fingers, as
she nearly yelled, crying out, "AAAH!  OH, DADDY!  OHPLEASEDADDYI'LLBEGOOD!
OH, DADDY PLEASE!  AAAAAA!" I continued to probe her anus and spank her
cleft, with frequent pauses between spanks to rub her more and more
slippery clitoris, until I was rewarded with the sight and sound of my
pretty little preteen coming in my hands as I punished her.

   Even before she had shuddered out the last of her orgasm, I draped her
facedown over the edge of the bed, positioned my rod between her buttocks,
and thrust deep into her anus.  "AAAAAAAAH!" she screamed, and nearly
fainted.  I lay over her, not thrusting, just staying buried deep within
her rosebud, as she wailed.  Soon her distress died down to the occasional
sob and sniffle.  I began to work my tool in and out, first long and slow,
then fast and hard, as she yelped rhythmically with each stroke, "AAA-
AAA-AAA!" If taking her orally had been exciting, this was practically
Nirvana!  To be raping a pretty little preteen in her anus, having already
spanked her on her cleft and made her come; there was no way I could hold
back.  In no time I was depositing my seed in her rectum as I drove deeply
into her little bottom.

   The last night of our "honeymoon" I approached a little differently. 
After dinner I held her on my lap and spoke with her a while.  I asked her
what she thought of her life with me.  Did she wish she were back in her
old home?  She shook her head, almost violently.  Was she glad I had bought
her?  She peeped up at me from under her eyelashes and nodded shyly.  I
hugged and kissed her for a while, reveling in the knowledge that this
sweet, pretty little preteen was mine to punish and rape.  Soon I was
running my hands over her slender body, zeroing in on her nipples and
cleft. She gasped and moaned as I pinched, squeezed, and rubbed.

   I lay her back on the bed and began to kiss her all over: forehead,
eyelids, glabella, the tip of her upturned nose, then long and sweet on her
lips.  I nibbled her neck, then slid down her chest to her nipples, sucking
them and catching them in long, pulling bites that made her gasp.  I slid
down to her jewel of a navel next, pausing to blow a flurbish into it that
made her giggle.  Then suddenly I was there, essentially raping her cleft
with my lips and tongue.  I slid between her nether lips and pressed firmly
against her hymen, making her cry out, then concentrated on her clitoris,
taking it in long, excruciating bites between tongue and teeth, making her
buck and moan.

   Soon her cries and writhing became more wild and intense.  I knew she
was nearing climax.  I seized a groovestrap and brought it down sharply
onto her gleaming, unfledged little-girl cleft, SMACK!  "AAAAAAH!" she
screamed, and came and came and came.  Even as she did so, I positioned my
rampant rod at her tender, abused cleft, and thrust firmly, driving for her
cervix, raping her of her maidenhead.  She screamed again, and then wept
sweetly for a while.  I lay buried to the hilt within her, pulsating.  Soon
her distress again had died down to the occasional sob and sniff.  I
commenced to piston in and out of her, pinning her to the bed with each
stroke, wrenching cry after cry from her lips as, at the tender age of ten,
she felt a grown man's tool sternly rape her punished girlcleft.

   The knowledge and sensation of raping a pretty little preteen of her
maidenhead was beyond belief.  Despite being able to relieve myself in her
for the last two nights, she was so tight, and the "scene" so intense, that
in no time I was emptying my seed at her cervix as she gasped and moaned.
Then I collapsed onto the bed, shifting off to the side so as not to put
too much weight on her, and held her as she sobbed out the last of her own
orgasm, and vented the intensity of her feeling from the rape of her
maidenhood, hugging me close, tears staining my shirt.  Thus we lay
together, me still buried within her, as we fell into deep, sweet sleep. 
Tomorrow would be another day to strip, spank, whip, and rape my pretty
little preteen girlslave.

   The End.

   cc

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