The story of Christine
Volume 1
Chapter 1
~Pubic Headcrabs

Story codes: Mg, ped,  cons

DAY 1

"And going going going SOLD to the man in the red jacket! Please
head 'round back to pick up your beyyy-utiful new seven year-old
toyyyyyuh!"
I slumped back in my chair as I breathed a sigh of relief. After
days of searching the auction grounds for a suitable first sex
slave, I had finally found something that I could cope with.
Her name was Christine, and she was the most beautiful little
thing in the fair grounds (well, within the five to eight
year-old's age group, at least,). I just hoped she was as
beautiful from up close. And in my bed. I got up as my new slave
was carried backstage.

I headed out of the auction house to the back, avoiding all the
creeps in the area waiting to pounce on one of the five
year-olds, fresh from the genetics labs.

People have always gathered not to watch the displays they put
on, such as the amazing naked acrobatic feats that no ordinary
five year-old should be capable of, but because after the show
comes the look-and-feel portion of the show where the little
tykes are bound hand and feet against the western wall of the
tent for anyone to come up and feel (hands only, and probing and
fingering will get you sent to prison, where no one really knows
what the hell happens to you). It's the first part of their two
year training course in which they are conditioned to the slave
life.

"stop!" bellowed a woman's voice.
I looked up from my path to find a scorching hot redhead who wore
nothing but a leather bikini bottom, a collar that was chained to
the ticket counter beside her, and a rack that could kill. Her
nipples were perched wonderfully on the front. I almost wanted to
suckle them right there, but that would be a mistake.  Touching
another man's property with anything but your hands would get you
sent away, and I was so close to my prize! I almost didn't notice
that she was standing in front of me and holding out her
hand."Uh, yeah..." I looked down at my ticket and murmured
"Number 7-4-5 B."
She flipped through her clipboard. "There we go, that'll be Seven
hundred and fifty two credits."
I slid my wallet out from my pocket and fished in there for every
spare credit I could find. I spent everything I had on this
slave, and I intended to make it count.
After handing her my holdings, I slipped the wallet back into my
pocket, now significantly lighter as the woman counted it out and
handed me a key.
"All right, just look for your number, and do try to restrain
yourself." she pleaded.
"Thank you." I smirked as I grabbed hold of one of her breasts
and nicked around her nipple a little bit while walking past her.
I turned around to find her sobbing with one hand down her bikini
and one on the breast that I flicked around with. I laughed.
Auction slaves are fun to toy with.

I proceeded to walk through the slave selection depot looking for
my number as I murmured to myself "Let's see... The seven stands
for the seven year-olds, that means I gotta walk through aisle
one which has the five to sevens... It'll be on the fourth
level... The fifth column... and the B means on the right
side..." Then I yell "Hey, can someone toss over that ladder?!"

On the ladder, I climb up past a particularly tasty looking
brunette who tried to grab my lapel in an attempt to break free,
but didn't seem to notice the layer of glass there. She just kind
of clawed at the glass staring into my eyes with a look that
seemed to say "please get me out of here".

Finally, I reached cage number 7-4-5 B and there she was. My
little blonde slave. I Couldn't believe it... there she was,
rolled up in a naked little ball like that, sleeping so
peacefully, all mine for the taking. I couldn't wait.

Hesitantly, I tapped on the glass. She looks up. Holy shit, she
looks even more beautiful up close. She stares at me in a mixture
of fear and amazement. I smiled and waved at her and she waved
back weakly. I think 'Yeah, she's mine all right' as I stuck the
key in the keyhole and turned. As I stepped inside, the little
girl shrunk into the corner. "Shhhh, it's allright... I'm your
new master. I'm here to take you home!" I said.
"Don't hurt me!" she whimpered as she started sobbing.
Her whimpering voice set something off inside me. I started
getting an erection as soon as I heard the little princess cry
that.
"Come on... I'll take you home." I said as I picked her up and
carried her out of the Auction tent towards my house, which was a
good five miles from there. Plenty of time to get acquainted with
my first slave ever.
I left the auction house after signing several forms saying that
I won't kill my new little sex slave. I started unconciously
working the hand that wasn't holding her torso up around her
sweet little pussy. The sleeping little girl grunted and moaned
as I pleasured her over and over again. At the end of the day
when we were almost home, she woke up and realized what I was
doing. Surprisingly, she gazed up at me with that sweet little
face of her and asked "Is that what I'm going to be for?"
I almost stumbled when I heard how direct the question was. I
said " Er... yeah, I think so. I mean... well, not just that. I
mean... You'll be my sex slave, but you'll also be used for other
things, like cleaning and coo...mm?"
Christine had reached up with that little hand of hers and placed
a single hand on my lips and smiled with that cute little face of
hers. "I think I understand... Here, let me help you..."
She took the hand that was on my lips, slid it into my pants, and
started caressing my dick, which had been hard the whole walk
home with anticipation. With the other, she took the hand that I
had been using to caress her pussy and started to guide it around
her snatch. I stumbled a little bit from the pleasure. "Y...
Y'know... That's going to result in punishment... That's going
against my orders... take your hand out of my pants... NOW!"
She drew her hand back onto her chest, but with the other one
kept guiding my hand around her pussy. She looked at me with
those sheepish little eyes of hers. "In fact, you know what?
Let's have your punishment right here, right now." I said as I
adjusted her position over my shoulder. "One spank for every step
for the next thousand steps. Here goes! One! Two..." With every
slap of her tender little bottom, my brand new sex slave cried
out a cry of pain, each one renewed by the next step. I stopped
counting out loud because I got bored with it, but I kept count
in my head.

When I got home, I set her down and said "that's only Nine
hundred and thirty four, but I think I got the point across...
don't you?"
Little Christine struggled to fight back the tears and nodded
fiercely. Mostly she just laid on the floor whimpering and
looking pathetic. I said "get the bathwater running high warm.
You're going to wash me up. AND WIPE UP THOSE TEARS! I WILL NOT
HAVE A SAD SACK RUNNING AROUND THE HOUSE!"

I turned around and looked towards the setting sun and said to
myself "yeah, the bath'd be a good place to break in my new toy.
Shame though... she seems so fine, so fragile... It'd almost seem
like a crime to break that..." I laughed. "Ah, what the hell.
I'll have time to stare at her later. She's mine!  mine! all
mine! I can't believe it! It's finally here! I've been waiting
for this for so long!"
I heard my new little bitch call from inside. "Your bath is
ready!"

I arrived inside the bathroom. Christine was standing naked
suggestively next to the filled tub, sticking out her little
snatch, waiting for me to get in the tub. I stripped out of my
travel clothes and tossed them aside. Before I stepped into the
tub, I picked her up and took her in with me and said "You, my
little sex princess are going to bathe WITH me..."
As I sat down and stood her up, she simply smiled and said "as
you wish, sir. What shall we do first?"
"This." I said as I grabbed her by the waist and yanked her in so
that our lips met. Having only kissed my father's slaves who were
several times my size at the time, it felt so amazing to be on
the other end of that. As I slipped my tongue in her mouth, I
slid my hands down her back and through her buttcrack. She gave
off a slight shiver as my fingers slid over and past her butthole
and on to her tight little twat.
I tried working my finger into her vagina, but it kept slipping.
Christine gave off a cute little shudder every time I almost
stuck it in there that just got me hornier.
She pulled back from our kiss, smiled and said "Sir? may I ask
you something?"
"yeah?" I said, looking into her beady little black eyes as she
stared lovingly into mine.
"Sir?" she said as she looked around the tub, searching for the
right wording.
"Would you like it if I called you master?"
I beamed. "I want you to call me master."
"Okay, master... would you like me to help you with that?" she
stuck a finger in her mouth which just made it seem all the more
sexy.
"Yes. I would very much like some help with that... I just can't
seem to find it... I mean, I know where it is and all, but... I
mean..."
Christine giggled and took the hand that I was using, wrapped it
around her leg, leaned into me and started kissing me again, and
started working my finger into her pussy. She must have been
squirming and moaning there for at least a minute and half while
she worked with my stubby finger and her beautiful little snatch.
Then, I got frustrated because I couldn't penetrate her tight
little vagina and took my hand away. She looked as though she was
about to cry.
"I'm so sorry, master! I didn't mean that to happen! That's so
embarassing, I can't even find my own..."
her lips were quivering terribly and it looked like she was about
to let out a wail. I grabbed her by the jaw and forced her to
face me. "It's okay. I just never want you to cry. Ever again,
not unless I tell you to. Is that clear?"
Before I could register what had happened, her expression changed
to one of pure joy as she leapt at me crying "Oh, thank you,
master! You have no idea what this means to me! I promise I will
try extra hard to please you! I promise I promise I promise!"

I laughed as I flicked the drain switch to drain the bathtub.
"Okay! Okay! You will thank me better later... For now though, I
got a friend I want you to meet..." I said as I guided both her
hands towards my dick.
Quickly, I thought of a story to use "See mister monsty down
there?"
She looked down and giggled. "Yes, master... I do see mister
monsty."
I grinned. "Well, mister monsty has had a booboo today, before I
got you... I think he needs a little girl to go down there and
kiss him better."
"Okay, mister monsty! One kiss to go!" she giggled as she kissed
my raging boner. I felt a tingle go up my spine as she did it.
"Is mister monsty all better?" asked my little sex slave.
"Not yet... I think mister monsty needs alot more kisses to feel
better. He's very lonely, you see... he needs alot of special
attention to heal..."
"Master, what kind of special attention does mister monsty need?
she asked.
"Oh, I think you know..."
She started grinning from ear to ear. "I think I do, master!" she
beamed as she moved her hands down the shaft of my now pulsating
dick and under my balls. With her mouth, she started licking the
tip, then stuck her whole mouth on it. unfortunately, her mouth
was so small that she could only hold the tip in there at a time.
Then she started straightening out her body. And with that, she
started pushing down on my dick with her legs so that the entire
length of the dick was either in her mouth, or somewhere down her
neck. Over and over and over again she pushed down on my cock
until eventually I couldn't help but say "I'm gonna cum!"
Thinking quickly, Christine pulled my dick out of her throat and
while biting her tongue and breathing heavily to avoid the gag
reflex, took it while I came all over her face and chest.

I sat where I was while my not-so brand new sex slave smeared my
jizz all over her chest, face, stomach, and however much she
could around her prepubescant pussy.

She certainly was the best, but my night with her wasn't done. Oh
no, it was just beginning.

I peered at Christine who was still sitting in the drained
bathtub, licking semen off her arms and hands. She was so cute,
so cute that I just had to have more of her. I lurched forward
growling "here comes more!" and picked her up while frenching her
some more and walked her to the bedroom. It was like her body was
glued to mine as we kissed. Her legs were wrapped around my torso
as the drying semen acted as a weak sort of glue between the two
of us.

As I laid my new slave down on the bed, I couldn't help but think
how unbearably cute she was. I HAD to fuck her right then and
there, as she stared at me all cute like that.

So as I hovered over her, my dick perched on top of her pussy,
she realized what I was doing and instantly, all the color
drained from her face... but she still knew what she had to do,
because she knew that she was a good little slave, and good
little slaves don't disobey their masters.

Christine grabbed my dick and guided it towards her hole, which
she used her other hand to spread. she said "Master?"
"Yes, my pet?"
"Um... I just had to know this before we started... do you love
me?"
I chuckled and came down to french her one more time. "Of course
I love you... You're my favorite person in the world right now."
It seemed like that was enough for her. she reached down for my
cock and guided it towards her hole again.
She stared into my eyes, as if pleading for me not to do it. I
froze for a second... No, She was mine! It was time to make her
totally mine!
I thrusted my once-again raging boner in her vagina as hard as I
could. All the sudden, it felt like the whole world squeezed down
on my member. Plus I also think I hit a wall.. I looked down at
Christine. Her face was almost frozen in agony, but she contorted
it into a delighted and content smile. Then I looked at our
groins, and to my surprise, my entire dick was in her pussy.
There was even an imprint of where my dick was because she was so
thin. I tried to pull out a little bit, but when I did, I could
feel a surge washing up my staff and explode inside Christine's
belly.
I look into her face. She felt it too. Her head falls back onto
the bed. "Oh, master... it feels so warm... like there's a nice
warm fire inside me..."
'Holy shit' I thought. 'I just fucked my own slave!'
"Master?"
I look back at her. she's trying to surpress the pain, but was
doing a bad job of it.
"are you going to keep going, master?"
I just grinned and pushed in again.
"AH!" cried out Christine. I pulled out again, almost all the way
and I could anticipate the jizz coming. When it was almost there,
I rammed her little pussy and came inside her once again. Holding
her as close to my body as I could while keeping my dick lodged
in there as far as I could, I stood up and laid down on my back,
laying her body on top of mine.

Slowly, I pushed up with my hips and grabbed hold of her waist.
Then I inched my hips back down until my still raging cock was
almost out while holding her to me tight. I could almost hear her
bracing herself. She knew what was coming.

She was right.

I slammed Christine down on my cock as hard as I could. The
scream that came from her mouth could have been heard from across
the street. I readied her for another go. Christine readied
herself once again. She wouldn't have it so easy. "I want you to
do it this time." I said.
"what, master?" she squinted at me as her hair wet with all the
sweat and cum fell across her face. She looked really tired. This
would be a huge challenge for her.
"You heard me. I want you to make me cum. and don't take my dick
out of your snatch until you do."
Christine looked as if she was about to cry. "Okay, master..."
she got up and positioned herself to fall down on my dick.
Suddenly, her legs gave way and she came crashing down. This time
she didn't scream, but a single tear came streaming down her
face. I almost didn't notice it amonst the cum.
Then, she started moving her hips around in a circle motion. This
must have been ripping her insides to pieces, because she looked
as if she was going to die. She wasn't the only thing feeling
something though. As she swerved around on my once-again raging
boner, I could feel a massive gush of cum come flowing from me as
I came inside my child sex slave once again. My pet fell on to
me, bawling.

 After a couple of minutes of just laying there with my dick in
Christine, trying to soothe her, I pulled out and looked at my
slave once again. She was looking at her pussy, her sweet junior
loveblood and my semen leaking out all over the bed. Then she
looked at me for a couple of seconds as if in shock and said
"master... I'm sorry... I didn't please you and I made a mess and
I cried. I couldn't help my self! it hurt so bad! Please don't
punish me, I couldn't he-mmphmm!
I placed my hand over her mouth. "don't worry about it. The mess
is only natural. you did a great job. C'mere. There's something I
wanted to do before we go to bed."
Christine winced as she scuttled closer. I took as much of the
blood and semen mixture in my hand as I could. I laid my head
down on the pillow as I told her to bring the cover over and put
it over us, She did so and laid down in front of me, her back to
my front. Christine whimpered herself to sleep.
When she did, I took the hand that had all the semen in it, and
spread it all over her face, legs, arms, front, and back.
I went to sleep that night fingering my very own slave in her
pussy. my own... slave... Hell. yes.

 
