A VISIT TO PP3
[ part 1 ]
Note: This story is a fantasy for adults only. The author utterly condemns any form of actual abuse – physical, sexual, psychological and emotional – to any person of any age.
“ Richard Hawkins,” I introduced myself, “Authorised Visitor to PP3.”
“Ah yes, sir,” said the gate guard “We were expecting you. I’ll just contact the monitor assigned as your aide who will be along directly.”
In less than five minutes, a small electric car something like a golf cart hummed up to the guardhouse and a girl of about sixteen with short blonde hair stepped out and saluted. “Monitor Julie Holmes reporting, sir. I am to be your aide during your stay at PP Three. If you would you would like to take a seat we’ll be on our way.” She had the pleasantly modulated, but slightly prissy voice of an upper class English schoolgirl. I sat next to her in the cart as she drove. There were only two seats but immediately behind them were lockers and to the rear of them were eight small wire grid cages arranged in a block of 2 x 2 x 2.
As we buzzed along the track across typical English parkland of undulating grass, banks of shrubbery and small patches of woodland, Julie began to do her guide spiel.
“PP3 is for girls aged between seven and eleven. We have three hundred and twenty-seven girls just now drawn from every part of the world. As an Authorised Visitor, you will naturally have access to them all, so if you have any preferences – blonde, brunette redhead, Asian, Black, tall, short, et cetera – just let me know. I am sure I’ll be able to find something to your taste. Of course, at this Park, pretty well all the girls are pre-pubertal. A few of the ten-year-olds and more of the elevens have little tits, but you won’t find much pubic hair at PP3.”
“If I was looking for an abundance of pubic hair, I’d have chosen a Senior Park, rather than a Junior,” I said shortly.
“Yes sir. Of course, sir. Sorry, sir.” Julie apologised hastily, realising she had gone too far.
We travelled in silence for a short time, then, as we reached the crest of a small hill I saw about thirty girls running towards us. They were keeping step using a very stylised , high stepping action that brought their knees up to the level of their belly buttons. I was quite sure of this because I could see both their knees and their belly buttons. In fact, there was nothing I could not see because they were all utterly naked. Julie stopped the cart and as the girls reached us the teenage girl who was in charge of them called, “Mark time.”
Obediently the girls all stopped moving forwards, but continued their high stepping action on the spot.
At the command the girls turned together towards us.
The girls efficiently ordered themselves into an arc around the cart, still continuing their painstaking stamp. Their chests heaved and their bodies glistened with sweat from their arduous exercise. As Julie had indicated earlier, all four quarters of the globe seemed to represented and every hair and skin colour were on display. Some of the girls were tiny with flat chests, rounded bellies and no waists. The largest girls – who were still quite small – had broader hips, flatter tummies and little breasts that bounced in time to their thumping feet.
The curve of children turned together to show off the back view. Thirty-odd bottoms, some minute, a few fat and broad, and every type in between, stretched and rippled as muscles powered pounding legs. Several of these bottoms were bright red from a fresh spanking . A few showed weals on their buttocks and thighs from a recent caning, or fading bruises from past beatings. One poor little girl was marked, old and new, from ankles to hips.
The girls turned again to face me. Two of their number had particularly caught my attention and I leaned across to Julie to indicate them. Julie jumped from the cart to collect my choices, which were quite different from each other. The first was a little girl from South-East Asia who had a round face and a round bottom. The other was a tall, very slender child with amazingly long legs and very long, fine fair that came down almost to her tiny bottom. Julia took these two and put each into a wire cage on the back of the cart. All the other children kept marking time while this went on, then, the collection completed, their escort shouted “Triple march!” and the children set off again.
Before Julie had caged girls she had scanned their retinas with a small handheld device. Now, as Julie started driving again, she informed me about the girls from what had appeared on her screen:
“Chantou is Cambodian. She is nine-years-old and is known for having a very talented tongue, though I’ve never had a chance to find out for myself, worse luck! Anastasia is from Russia. She is eleven. There doesn’t seem to be much more known about her as she has not been out much; I think she’s a bit too skinny for most people’s taste.”
“But not mine,” I said shortly.
“Oh no sir, Sorry sir. Of course not.”
We continued in silence until Julia turned off the track and across the greensward until we came to an attractive villa overlooking the rolling countryside. Steps led up to a veranda that ran right round the outside of the house. Beneath this were small barred windows of the basement. “Here we are, sir,” Julie said brightly. “This is one of the villas used by Authorised Visitors and it has been allocated to you. You should find everything you need inside.”
I got out of the car and glanced at my choices. The cages were only just big enough for a small girl and neither child had room enough to turn around. The lanky Anastasia looked particularly uncomfortable as she knelt in her cage, but I ignored them for the moment and went up the steps to the from door. I entered a huge rectangular room open right up to the roof. Large French windows lead out to the veranda. It was very comfortably furnished. Doors led off to kitchen, dining room and a bathroom. A staircase went up to a wide gallery that ran the whole length of the house. Doors from here led to a big bedroom with an enormous bed and an en suite bathroom, then there was another bathroom and a couple of smaller bedrooms. From the main room, another door concealed the stairs that went to the basement. There was a large space containing various interesting pieces of equipment. Apart from this there here was a room with about a dozen school desks, a large, tiled shower area, as small kitchen and dining area with a couple of plain pine tables with benches alongside. The rest of the space held a dozen small, cell-like rooms, each very simply furnished with a sleeping shelf and a pot in the corner. Having completed my tour, I returned to the main room and told Julie we would now bring in the children.
As was her duty, Julie obeyed without question. We went out to the cart and I looked at the two girls, each restricted in a wire cage. Rather cruelly, Julie released little Chantou first and the child clambered out and stood by our side. Julie then moved on to Anastasia. The tall girl found it difficult to manoeuvre her stiff limbs from the confining cage, and when she did step down onto the grass her knees almost gave way beneath her. However, she forced herself to stand up straight knowing that any failure to please was likely to be severely punished.
As I have already mentioned, the two girls were polar opposites. Chantou’s shape was generally round. Not that she was fat, you must understand. She had a round head covered in short, thick, glossy black hair cut all the same length so it formed a fringe around her head. Her face was round with a snub nose, although naturally her eyes were slanted. Her solid little golden brown body was rounded with a plump tummy and a pair of small, round breasts. Her bottom was roundly chubby. Even her pussy was plumply round, though, of course, with a longitudinal slit. Anastasia, on the other hand was long, Her fine fair hair was very long , as were her eyelashes shading her very light blue eyes. Her pale face had high, pronounced cheekbones, a straight nose, a pretty mouth with a short upper lip, and a dimpled chin. Her two front teeth were long too, and very white Her body was lean, with hardly any breast development for a girl of her age, just two tiny buds, though her nipples were quite prominent and the aureoles had darkened. Her arms and legs were long and slim, but her bottom was simply tiny. Lastly, there was her genital cleft which was definitely long and very obvious between her slender thighs.
We went inside and I ordered Julie to bathe the girls. I should have quite liked to do this myself, but decided that I should keep myself aloof for the moment. I sat in the main room and clicked a remote control to turn on the big screen against one wall. I flicked through the numbers until I located the cameras in the bathroom. I experimented with these and found I could move them in any direction and zoom in and out, then, I settled back to see Julie wash the girls.
Julie did a very thorough job soaping every inch of her charges , but paying particular attention to their sexual clefts and bottom creases. I could see she was a girl who enjoyed her task. I waited impatiently while she supervised them cleaning their teeth and then thoroughly brushed their hair – although I did not doubt that Julie would have liked to use the hairbrush for quite another purpose! She then insisted both girls pee in the toilet and wipe themselves thoroughly not just with tissue, but also a damp flannel. After which, she returned with the children who smelled faintly of good soap, which suited me – I like my little girls to look and smell like little girls Naturally, they were both still naked.
Julie had said the girls had enough English for their purpose, so I instructed Chantou to take out my cock and suck it to orgasm. She clearly understood well enough for she immediately got down to business while Julie and Anastasia looked on.
I lay back in my chair as the small Cambodian girl knelt before me between my outstretched legs and bent forward over the crotch of my trousers. Her nimble little fingers quickly unbuttoned the waistband of my trousers and slid down my zip. My cock was already standing to attention, sticking its head through elasticised waist of my underpants. Chantou delicately pulled these down to uncover its full length and my balls. I raised my own buttocks a little to help her in this task. Having exposed me completely. One small hand tried to cup my scrotum while the other endeavoured to encircle my cock. She pulled my thick member closer to her as she also moved her face closer to it. She opened her mouth with its perfect teeth. It really did not look wide enough to enclose even the head of my cock and for a moment I was concerned about those strong white teeth doing me some damage. But amazingly she took a good part of me and managed to grip me with her lips while keeping her mouth wide enough to keep her teeth clear.
And then came her tongue.
Julie had said Chantou was talented, but what that child did with her tongue was scarcely believable. It managed to be both long and thick. It curled around my stem and tickled my head. It lashed me and caressed me. It twisted and darted. It danced to my delight and died to my despair. It ran rings round me, bringing me close to the brink and dragging me back to base. I neither know nor cared how much little Chantou enjoyed exercising her skill, but for me it was an enormous pleasure. Finally I could hold back no more and the little girl’s tongue whipped me past the winning post. I exploded down her throat which worked hard to swallow all my spending sperm. Chantou continued to lick and suck till she was sure she had taken everything I had to give and then released my slack member from her mouth and sat back on her ankles.
I felt quite sated and was certainly not ready to resume any obviously sexual activity, but there were still pleasures to be had. So what I did next may seem to you to be rather cruel, bearing in mind the extreme satisfaction little Chantou had just given me, but then, all power should be corrupt and absolute power absolutely corrupt – or where is the fun? As someone once nearly said. So, I instructed Julie to fetch me the hairbrush she had used on the girls. Julie still looked dazed from witnessing the oral sex, but she quickly recovered herself and willingly hurried out to collect the implement, I am sure Julie fully expected it to be used on my other little girl and Anastasia certainly looked very apprehensive, but when Julie returned I ordered Chantou across my knees. The little kid could hardly believe it, but obeyed quickly enough. I looked down at her sweet round bottom , raised the hairbrush high, and brought it down hard. Chantou’s buttocks flattened under the impact as the flat back cracked across them, sending a ripple through her muscles down to her thighs.
“Ow!” she screamed. Perhaps she was not used to being spanked, though at PP3 this seemed unlikely. Maybe she just had an unusually sensitive bum. Whatever – I did not care. I just whacked away regardless while she screeched her head off, begging “Please no!” in English and jabbering presumably similar sentiments in her own language. Tears streamed from her eyes and she jumped and jerked in a most amusing manner across my knees, kicking her legs around wildly.
I gave her bum a thorough walloping and then released her. She held her buttocks, howled and hopped about just like any punished child. I told Julie to tie her wrists together and to loop the remaining rope over one of the several hooks along the robust picture rail that tan around the three sides of the room apart from the gallery. So poor little Chantou was stand against the wall with her hands twisted behind her back unable to try to soothe her sore bottom though still crying loudly.
This vigorous exercise had restored my cock to its erect state so I decided to see what Anastasia’s mouth was like. The slender eleven-year-old got down to work readily enough, but the experience was disappointing. In her case those long front teeth definitely did get in the way and the result was more abrasive than erotic. So in the end I instructed her just to lick my cock and balls, which she did with some zeal. The effect was pleasant enough in a soothing sort of way, but nothing like the electrifying experience Chantou had given me.. Nonetheless, I let her continue for some considerable time without ever approaching orgasm, but with increasing amusement as the child tried to maintain a pretence of enthusiasm when her mouth and tongue became increasingly weary.
At last, even I became bored with this and so I gave Julie instructions and she fetched a low rectangular coffee table. She then put Anastasia on her back along this and tied wrists and ankles to the four legs. Of course, as the table was low and Anastasia tall, she had to bend her long legs at the knee and open her thighs wide to manage to get her ankles back to end table legs, while her arms were awkwardly twisted in a similar way at the other end. I looked at the young girl uncomfortably stretched out, the sharp edge of the table cutting into the top of her little bottom and her bald quim blatantly exposed, while at the other end of the table she craned her long neck to look out anxiously at what might be going to happen next.
By this time, Chantou’s crying had receded to sobs. I told Julie to fetch the Cambodian child over and to wipe her eyes and nose. Julie cleaned the little girl up with some tissues and awaited my further instructions. I told her to re-tie Chantou’s wrist, though this time in front of her with a little slack between them. Then I instructed her to fetch two footstools strung at the top with the fibrous cord known as sea-grass and to put them a little distance apart a short way in front of Anastasia’s bent knees. Both Julie and Chantou now began to get the idea and I needed only to nod for Julie to make Chantou put one knee on each stool . Then, as Julie held her immature chest, Chantou leaned forwards until she could support her upper body on her hands and her face was close up to Anastasia’s awaiting cunt.
Anastasia squirmed, her pale cheeks flushed and her eyelids fluttered as she felt the warm breath of Chantou on her exposed quim. I smiled at the outspread Russian girl. Her tummy was flattened even more by stretched position making her bony hips look wider. I could count every rib and her tiny breasts disappeared almost entirely in her present pose. She did not look happy.
I gave Chantou a small smack on her bottom to tell her to begin. Obediently she moved yet closer and her long, agile tongue flicked along the line of Anastasia’s cleft. The Russian child jumped as though an electric shock had hit her. Chantou’s tongue continued to slide slickly along the slit. Anastasia quivered more intensely and her breath came short and fast. Her face flushed more hotly and the lips at her mouth deepened in colour as her heated blood flowed more strongly through her slight young body. At the same time her little girl’s slit began to open like a flower as her agitated blood rushed there too. Chantou’ s long tongue pressed on, seeking the exposed swollen sensitive tissue and licking it lightly then prodding it hard.. Anastasia’s hips twisted violently and then thrust at Chantou’s face, her hips bouncing on the table’s edge unmindful of the pain. She was rewarded by Chantou’s plump lips pressing against hers, though at opposite ends of their respective bodies. Anastasia’s hips continued to buck and Chantou’s tongue continued to probe. Soon it found the eleven year old’s clitoris and slicked it into arousal.. By now, Anastasia was starting to go mad. Her whole body was jerking against its bonds as Chantou’s expertise drove her towards orgasm. I think the Asian girl was trying to bring Anastasia off as soon as possible in the hope of relieving her own uncomfortable pose. She was certainly succeeding. The slender Russian was thrusting her hips wildly and gasping inarticulate expression of passion. Then her mouth opened in a long, high, gasping squeal as her eyes rolled back in her head and her back arched higher than I would have believed possible in her bound state.
Chantou’s head drooped in weariness at her success, but I slapped her already sore bum to tell her to continue so that her head came up sharply and she started slurping again with desperate energy. I walked behind Chantou. Her bottom flinched. I think she was fearfully expecting another spanking for her impudence at stopping before she had been told, but I had something else in mind. I put my palms on her cheeks and used my thumbs to part them. Chantou had a full, plump bum and I had to pull them well back to expose her wrinkled little bum hole. Chantou knew what she was going to get now and a small sob escaped her lips that were still working on Anastasia’s cunt. I moved the fingers of my left hand onto Chantou’s other cheek to keep her buttocks apart while I used my right hand to take a jar of Vaseline, twisted off the cap. I took a scoop on my middle finger and applied it to the area around Chantou’s anus. Once this was nicely lubricated, I took another dollop of the goo and pushed it past the resisting sphincter and up into her rectum. Chantou’s bum hole gripped me very tightly and made little sucking noises as I manipulated the jelly well inside her hot little body. I pulled my finger out and took another blob of the jelly, though this time using both of my first two fingers. I pushed these up Chantou’s bum, which by now was very slippery, and worked them in and out a few times before removing them. Now I crossed my index finger across the other two and dabbed all three into the jelly so that the tips were coated. I returned to Chantou’ bum and jabbed the three fingers up it. I was pleased they slid in remarkably easily, though, to judge from the little Cambodian girl’s gasps and grunts, not very comfortably.
Satisfied with my preparations, I took a final scoop of Vaseline and liberally anointed my rigid cock. I bent my knees a little to bring myself level with my target, then I manoeuvred my jutting rod into position. My first few thrusts were not quite properly aimed, but then the head of my cock stabbed Chantou’s slick little hole and lodged there. She squirmed and squealed as she felt me dig into her and her sphincter reflexively tried to expel this alien object. But I was too firmly stuck to be pushed out and the child had enough sense to try to relax. I wriggled slightly to ease myself further in, then I bent my knees a little more to improve my angle of attack and thrust hard.
Chantou screamed as I slid inside her. God! She was tight! But now I was past the defensive sphincter and inside her greasy hole I could I could move comparatively easily and I slid myself up and down, enjoying the feeling of being gripped by that ring of muscle and experiencing the commotion of sensations that resonated around my body and brain .
It must be remembered that while all this had been going on, the unfortunate Chantou had also been tonguing the slit of the Russian girl, who was now fast approaching her second orgasm, perhaps partly inspired by the knowledge that her own forced sexual partner was being buggered at the same time.
The other person who was highly aroused, though at the same time very frustrated, was Julie. The teenager had had to stand by while I was blown by Chantou, had then seen the little Cambodian spanked hard, had watched while Anastasia had licked my cock, had tied the little Russian to the table and seen Chantou drive Anastasia to orgasm wither mouth, and was now witnessing Chantou being sodomised while bringing Anastasia off a second time. And throughout all this the wretched adolescent had been unable to bring herself off once – though I had no doubt that her panties were drenched with her own eager juices. Certainly, to judge from her flushed cheeks, excited eyes and twitching hands, she was having a job keeping from fingering herself to an irritatingly long overdue orgasm.
I did not have that problem. For me the difficulty was in delaying my climax so that I could fully enjoy the delights of Chantou’s tight little bum. The trouble was that Chantou’s squirms of discomfort, her rhythmic thrusts as she pleasured Anastasia, the sight of the Russian child’s frenzied face and Julia’s obvious frustration were combining to drive me to orgasm quicker than I wished. But there was nothing for it, and after less than five minutes of ramming Chantou’s bum I was forced to shoot up into her bowel.
Chantou obediently continued to pleasure Anastasia as I robotically jabbed my now slackening cock up her arse. I was not sure whether the Russian was on her third or fourth orgasm – while I was concentrating on the exquisite delights of Chantou’s bum I had rather neglected to take note of peripheral matters. Whatever— the little girl was clearly approaching another climax. But I had even less interest now in the child’s physical satisfaction and so as I finally relaxed fully and my knob plopped out of Chantou I slapped her bum and told her to stop licking Anastasia, which she willingly did. But I did not tell her to get up, so she remained painfully positioned resting on her hands, with her knees digging into the sea-grass binding of the stool and her beautiful bum sticking upwards.
But enough of Chantou’s difficulties— I had a disgustingly slimy cock to get clean. I considered the possibilities and decided to forego the advantages of Chantou’s mouth on this occasion and let Anastasia undertake some responsibilities. I told Julie to loosen the cords at Anastasia’s wrists so that she could sit up. I went and stood between her outstretched knees, taking care not to stand on Chantou’s hands – I had no wish to hurt her unnecessarily. From the look of total revulsion on Anastasia’s face she was starting to have an idea of what all this shifting about was for. Good— She had been enjoying herself a bit too much for my liking.
“Lick it clean,” I said.
She got the message. Her head came down, her tongue came out and she began to lick. It was quite pleasant – well, for me, obviously; for the little Russian girl it must have been stomach churning.. Anyway, she kept up the good work cleaning most of the mess off and giving me time to get other ideas. I altered position a bit and bent forward, resting my hands on the table either side of Anastasia. I arched my back and thrust my buttocks back into Chantou’s face, giving the Cambodian a close up view of my hairy arse. Balancing awkwardly, I stopped supporting myself and instead took Anastasia’s small, slim hands and put them one on each of my cheeks. Placing my own hands over them I pulled my buttocks slightly apart. When I released her hands she understood and kept my cheeks parted. Poor little Chantou understood too, and without my having to say a word I felt I felt her talented tongue probe my arse hole.
It was all rather enjoyable and after only about twenty minutes I started to get quite hard and after about half-an-hour more I was ready to release my third load of the evening. I wondered briefly where best to deliver it, but in the end took the easy way out and shot over Anastasia’s face.
I was feeling rather weary by now, what with one thing and another, and so apart from watching Chantou lick Anastasia’s face clean of my cum, I left Julie to make things clean and tidy and put the girls in their cells for the night.
As for me, I went upstairs, had a warm shower and went to bed for a well deserved sleep.