Summary: F/b Pedo.  Domination The birth of a master and slave

   Disclaimer: The children described here are perfect, ideal, and
completely imaginary.  Reality can never feel this good.  In prison, child
molesters are used as human toilets.



   Title: Domination
   Author: Pedro Feelya

   I woke up feeling like a jackhammer was pounding at my brain inside my
skull, and my mouth felt like I had eaten a bucket of dust.  My body ached
all over.  I would have tried to sleep through it, except for the
overwhelming need to puke.

   I slowly let my eyes peel themselves open.  I was lying on the couch,
sprawled out face down on it.  I was still wearing my skirt, blouse, and
one high heeled shoe.  Nothing registered, until little pieces of memory
began to organize themselves.  I had been drinking the night before, and
somehow I made it home, but not as far as my bed.

   Groaning with the effort, I teetered upright, and staggered to the
bathroom.  The need to puke wasn't so strong now, but I desperately needed
to pee.  I pulled my panties down and sat down on the toilet and
immediately began to spray a golden stream of relief.  Without thinking, I
wiped, and then stood to flush.

   There was semen in the bowl.  There was semen in the bowl?  There was
semen in the bowl!  I knew what semen spreading in the water looks like,
when it had dripped from me after sex.  Sex?  What sex?  I wiped my pussy
and held my hand to my nose.  It stank of stale semen.

   My fiancée was called to active duty last week, and would be gone for at
least a month, maybe more.  There are no other men in our house, except his
little brother.  I must have slept with someone last night.  I must have
cheated on my fiancée.  I needed to remember.

   Slowly I pieced it together.  The girls at work knew that Jake was gone,
and they talked me into going out with them.  We only went to one bar.  It
was not a nice place.  I remember having a few drinks.  Some guys started
to buy us a few more drinks.  Then the fight broke out.

   That was it.  On the other side of the bar, two big guys started
punching each other, and we left.  We gulped down our drinks, I gulped down
two, maybe three, and we split up in the parking lot, and I drove home.  I
remember feeling the drinks hit me as I was driving, but I remember getting
home, locking the car, and getting inside the house.

   I didn't leave the house again, I was sure of that.  How did semen get
inside my pussy?  The only male around was my fiancée's twelve year old
brother.

   The Bastard!  The slimy little bastard!  No, he couldn't have.  There's
no way.  Oh My God.  He raped me.  He raped me while I was passed out.  I
wanted to kill him.

   I had to calm down and get a hold of myself.  Dave was just twelve years
old.  He probably didn't even know what sex was.  He was just a kid.

   But he was always trying to look down my shirt or up my skirt.  I often
saw the way he looked at me.  He was kind of creepy.  He was tall for his
age, and strong, and very clumsy.  He had no friends and didn't get along
with anyone.  He was a total outcast, and looked the part.  His hair was
long, unstyled, and greasy.  He had no personal hygiene and smelled bad.  I
doubted he would ever have a girlfriend.

   Standing in my bathroom, looking at the semen in the toilet, I had no
idea of what to do.  Possibly my fiancée's twelve year old brother had
raped me while I was passed out in a drunken stupor.  What should I do?  Go
to the hospital?  Go to the police?  What would they do to a twelve year
old?  He hadn't hurt me.  If I had flushed first, I might never have known.

   Could I even prove it was him?  All I had was semen and a wild
suspicion. Dave would be in school by this time of the morning.  I couldn't
even call and talk to him.

   It could have been someone who had just broken in.  That was it.  A
rapist must have broken in.  Would a rapist have put my panties back on?

   I went to check every door and window in the house.  Everything was
locked up tight.  By the time I was done, I was almost late for work.

   At work, everything was normal.  The rest of my life was normal.  In one
way, the act of rape was nothing, I wasn't even sure it happened. 
Mentally, I felt degraded and used.  I wanted to be sure.  I wanted to
punish the violator.  If I didn't stop him, he would continue to rape and
hurt women.  It was easy to come up with a plan.

   That evening, I didn't go straight home.  I went shopping, and to a
movie.  On the way home, I stopped at a bar, and had a single drink.  I
even spilled some of it on me, just for effect.

   I got home at about the same time as the night before, and stumbled into
the house without turning on the lights.  Dropping my stuff, I staggered to
the couch, and collapsed on it, this time on my back.

   I didn't have to wait long.  I heard Dave sneak into the dimly lit room.
An alcoholic aunt had lived with my family for awhile, and I had learned
how to act convincingly drunk.  Dave said my name, and then louder.  He
picked up my arm, and let it drop.  I was able to concentrate on breathing
slow and steadily.

   Dave went straight for my panties.  He pushed up my skirt, and gently
dragged my panties down.  I mumbled realistically when he moved me to get
my panties off and position me better.  Then he stopped.  I could hear
clothes rustling and realized that he must be stripping completely naked.

   Gently, and almost lovingly, he caressed my bare thighs.  Then he ran
his fingers lightly through the small amount of hair I kept above my pussy.
It was hard not to flinch at his touch.  When he began to slide his fingers
down into my slit, it became harder not to react in other ways.  I tried to
relax and concentrate on my slow breathing.

   After Dave had felt me up for several minutes, he then positioned
himself to enter me.  I waited, anticipating.  Then I felt something hard
press against my pussy lips, and then slide into me.

   I exploded in motion.  I wrapped my legs around his waist and locked my
feet behind him.  At the same time I wrapped my arms around his neck, and
yanked him down onto me.

   Dave freaked.  He went wild in my arms, trying to get away.  He tried
lifting my body weight off the couch.  He tried dragging me, and only
managed to pull us both to the floor.  He began sobbing and pushing at me,
but I dug my fingernails into his back, and hung on.  I realized that he
could have started hitting me, but he didn't hurt me.

   For several minutes we wrestled with saying anything.  I would have
thought that his dick would go soft as soon as he panicked, but it didn't.
Because I had his waist trapped between my legs, his dick was firmly and
deeply planted in my vagina.  A fact I was becoming acutely aware of.  All
his wiggling and squirming was giving my pussy a severe workout.  Having a
strong naked male body in my arms, hot and sweaty with exertion, was also
having an affect on me.

   My mind wasn't in it, but my body was definitely reacting.  I had no
desire to let him go.  After several minutes, his panic wore off, and he
began to slow.

   "I'm sorry!" he gasped.

   "You raped me!" My voice dripped venom and hate.

   "I'm Sorry!" he began to cry and wail pitifully.

   I hadn't planned any of this.  I hadn't even thought it through, past
catching him.  I didn't know what to do, but I did know what I wanted.  I
wanted to him to repent, and respect women everywhere.

   "Get off of me, and stay right here." I ordered him.

   I released my stranglehold on him, and he crawled back off of me.  As
soon as his hard dick popped out of me, I almost grunted, and I felt
incredible loss.  My body wanted more, a lot more.

   I stood up straight, towering over his cowering, kneeling, naked body.
My skirt fell into place, covering me, and I felt in complete control.  I
wanted to punish this little boy, and my body wanted satisfaction.  He owed
me something.

   "You raped me," I said spitefully.  "You need to make it better." I knew
what I wanted now.  I lifted my skirt above my waist, exposing my wet bare
pussy to the pre-teen pervert.  "Lick it!"

   Dave had been cowering, his head hung down, staring at the floor.  Now
he jerked his head up and his eyes focused, trying to comprehend.  Then his
eyes got real wide in pure shock.

   "Lick my pussy," I commanded him like a queen, "NOW!"

   Dave surged forward and stopped with his face a hairsbreadth from my
pussy.  Then he began immediately to lick up the length of my crack,
eagerly, like a dog.

   The effect on me was incredibly intense.  I nearly lost my balance and
Dave reached up and firmly grabbed the back of my thighs to steady me.  He
didn't pause or slack.  He licked without skill or grace, just an energetic
desperation to please me.

   I liked that, a lot.  He was a nasty little boy who was now my slave
pet. Any humiliation I had felt at being raped was gone now.  It was my
turn to humiliate.

   A spasm of a mini orgasm surged up through me.  I was going to cum hard
soon, and I couldn't.  At least, not while standing up.  Besides, I wanted
to dominate this rapist schoolboy some more.

   Without warning, I stepped back and shoved his head hard.  Dave sprawled
backward and onto the floor.  His face was a mask of fear and confusion.

   "Stay down" I ordered.  Then while glaring at him, I brusquely unzipped
my skirt and let it fall to my feet.  Now I stood over his naked body, and
I was naked from the waist down.  Dave was too frightened to take his eyes
from my face though.

   I stepped over his prone body until my high heeled shoes were on either
side of his shoulders.  I then reached down and twisted his right arm so
his fist pointed at his head.  I then moved his right wrist up, and stepped
on it, trapping it under my high heel.  His wrist was slightly too large,
and he winced a little in pain.

   I did the same with his left wrist.  Then I squatted down, with my pussy
directly over and nearly touching his nose.

   "Lick my asshole" I commanded softly.  I detected no hesitation. 
Suddenly I felt a soft wet sponge-like tongue wiping my anus clean.  I
didn't tell him to stop, and he didn't.

   I've had my butthole licked before and it was a little embarrassing, and
it didn't feel like this.  Forcing this immoral lewd boy to do it was the
sweetest sensation I could ever have dreamed.  I thought I might need to
build a chair so he could do this to me all day long.

   When I was sure that he would not stop licking until I told him to, I
gave him a new order.

   "Stick your tongue in my asshole.  Deep and hard.  Lick inside me.  Lick
inside me as deep as you can" I instructed.

   Instantly my anus was forced open by hot wet wiggling hardness.  It
hurt, but it was like the foamy crest of a wave of painfully intense orgasm
flowing through me.

   My orgasm lasted for minutes, and the wiggling tongue of the snake under
me, just egged it on.  "Stop!  Stop." I gasped.

   The wiggling face under me stopped, and waited patiently.  He was being
such a good boy now.  Still, I wanted to do one more mean thing.  I was
going to need his dick inside my pussy soon, and I didn't want him to
forget his punishment.

   "Suck my asshole" I said it calmly but sternly.  Warm lips began
nibbling around my anus, and I could feel him kissing it.

   "I'm going to shit in your mouth, and I want you to eat all of it." I
was lying.  I couldn't have pooped if I tried, but he didn't know that.

   I waited for the sucking to stop.  It didn't.  I owned this twelve year
old boy's soul.  He was mine to do whatever I wanted with him.  My fiancée
might be gone a long time, but I now had a sexual surrogate.

   Without warning him, I stood straight up.  "Stay" I warned.  After I
found my balance, and my head steadied, I looked down at my helpless toy.
His dick was still standing straight up in the air.  That was my dick now,
and I needed it.

   Carefully, I lifted my foot and placed the sharp point of my high heel
on the base of his dick.  There was a dark shadow of early puberty fuzzy
hair around the base and on his balls.  I pressed my heel in firmly, maybe
painfully.  "You don't move or speak unless I tell you to.  Understand?"

   His frightened eyes were locked on mine as he nodded.

   "Say, Yes ma'am."

   "Yes madam." He stuttered and spoke as he misheard me.

   Madam?  I liked that.  I knelt down and grabbed his dick tightly in my
hand, and squeezed it hard enough for him to squeal slightly.  Then I
twisted and slowly sat down on his dick, while facing him and staring into
his eyes.  His dick wasn't huge, but it was big enough to please me, and I
did need it badly.

   "You may unbutton my shirt."

   His hands were large for a twelve year old, and he may be clumsy, but he
was careful as he undid each button.  It wasn't easy.  With each button he
undid, I rocked back and forth on his cock, making him trembled and shake.

   "Take it off." I leaned to each side, helping him ease my shirt off my
shoulders, while feeling his hard dick slide in and out of me at different
angles.

   "Rub my tits."

   He reached up and placed his hands over my bra, and began to massage.  I
reached behind my back and undid the clasp.  Then I let the bra slide off
my shoulders and down my arms.  Dave had let the bra slip past his fingers,
and was now massage my bare tits.  I continued to rock back and forth on
his dick.

   "Pinch my nipples, gently," I warned.

   Too roughly he pinched one.  Smartly I slapped him across the face, and
stopped humping his cock.

   "Bad!  I guess I have to teach you how to touch a woman, you big idiot."
I paused for a moment, letting him worry what would happen next.  "I'll
give you another chance," I sounded analytical, "run your tongue around my
nipples, but gently."

   With that, I leaned forward sharply.  Dave's wondering eyes left mine
and his whole body strained to let his lips reach my nipple.  This time he
was not too rough, and his eager tongue work sent delicious ripples through
my entire body.  After I gave him each nipple to stimulate, I was ready for
another orgasm.

   I straightened back up, breaking the gentle suction of his lips.  Now I
gripped his throat with one hand and my fingernails dug into his carotid
lightly.

   "Now, I am going to fuck you.  I am going to orgasm.  You are not.  If
you cum, I will rip your dick off and bury it.  Understand?"

   "Yes madam."

   Good.  I felt his body stiffen under me, maybe in fear, maybe for self
control.  I began to rock back and forth smoothly, letting his cock slide
almost out, and then back to bury it inside me.  I've masturbated before,
but never with such a big toy.  The feeling of control and domination was a
powerful stimulant.  I came hard, and easily.  I didn't care what the
twelve year old boy under me thought of me, just so long as I controlled
him.

   I slowed my humping as the orgasm drained through me, and relaxed to sit
still on his cock once more.  At moments I had seen his face, and knew that
he was fighting his own orgasm, and apparently had held on.

   "Good boy," I purred.  "You deserve a reward.  Now let me think, what
would you like?  Would you like to fuck me?"

   Actually tears welled up in his eyes as he choked out a desperate, "Yes
madam."

   I unsteadily crawled off of him, and lay back on the carpeted floor.  He
cautiously approached on hands and knees.

   I still wanted to control him with some rules.  "You can only lick and
suck my breasts, no hands.  Do not touch my face, yet.  And,,, I had better
orgasm first, or you will be sorry."

   The twelve year old boy didn't pause.  I could have told him to shoot
himself, and he would have.  He crawled over my nude body and lowered his
ever-hard shaft into my wet and waiting well.  He took a moment to suckle
my nipples and explore the rest of my breasts with his tongue.  I helped
guide him with moans and groans, exposing my pleasure.

   Then he began to pump into me, slowly at first, experimentally, and then
faster as he found the motions that worked best for both of us.  His rhythm
became frantic with the energy and effort that only a twelve year old boy
could have.  He was like a powerful vibrating toy, his body was feeling and
following sensations that he did not have the experience to control.

   I got to enjoy all this with a minimum of effort, and it was exciting. I
could have suppressed my orgasm, and tortured him to hold onto his, but my
body was tortured with my own needs.  My mind reeled when I considered what
I was doing, dominating a pre-teen outcast boy.

   I came again, this time squeezing my muscles inside my vagina.  As I
locked up and my pussy did too, Dave slammed hard into me, and cried out
loudly.  He had cum inside me before, when I was passed out, but I doubt it
was anywhere as intense as now.

   My orgasm lasted longer, but I was drawing it out.  Dave had locked his
hips when he came, but by the time I had relaxed, he had started slowly
pumping again.  He had not gone soft, and now he wanted more.

   I had forgotten how much wasted energy a young boy could have.  I was
already satisfied, but could always enjoy a little desert.  I couldn't let
my underage slave know that.

   "What?  You want more?  You don't deserve any more sex."

   I could see his expression fall miserably, but he said nothing.

   "You don't deserve it.  I shouldn't be this nice to you.  You deserve
less than nothing" I spat.

   I got up to change position.  I love doggy style, but would never let
him have such a dominating position over me.  Instead I sat down on the
couch and reclined back a little.

   "Get over here and kneel before me.  Put my ankles on your shoulders. 
That's right.  Now you know what to do, but remember, if you cum first,
I'll rip your dick off.



   Later that night, I walked into Dave's room, wearing my most elegant and
sexy lingerie.  I moved and twisted sensually, trying to stir his early
pubescent hormones up again.  I tossed thirty dollars onto his bed.

   "Tomorrow, after school, get a haircut, something Antonio Banderas like.
Then come straight home, I'll need you to serve me.  And, take a shower
every night and use deodorant."

   I then turned and walked out of his room, knowing he would obey me
completely.





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