CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK

BY CLEM KADDIDLEHPPER

Part 1

1. She waits

The girl sat on the edge of the small bed, waiting. She was alone
in the small basement room, but had wrapped a sheet around her to
cover up, not being comfortable naked. She had woken up from a
drugged sleep only two hours before to find herself in a
windowless room with white-painted walls that were apparently
made of steel. There was a door with no hinges or handle, locked
solid, and the only breaks in the enamel walls were small
ventilation ducts covered with closely-set stainless steel bars.
If the nature of the room wasn't enough of a hint, the
instructions left for her to read by her unknown captor made her
predicament clear; she had been kidnapped and was about to be
used as a sex toy by a man. Her lips quivered as she sobbed
quietly in anticipation. Her name was Crystal.

Crystal was a pretty girl with long light-brown wavy hair falling
down her back. Her school friends said she was a dead ringer for
the girl in the ``Exorcist'' movie that had recently been
re-released, and they were calling her ``Reagan'', which she
detested, along with their pea soup jokes. Her face promised more
maturity than her ten year-old body delivered. Her bottom had
lost the flatness of youth, and filled her jeans in a beguiling
curve, but her pussy was smooth and hairless, and her breasts
mere bulges under her puffy pink nipples. Her belly retained a
cushion of baby fat, and her thighs were soft and fleshy.

Her young life had been filled with tragedy, both her parents
lost in a plane accident before she entered first grade. Without
any competent relatives, she was a ward of the state, living in a
group home with girls pending adoption. She didn't know that her
captor was fully aware of her history, and had chosen her for
precisely that reason. He had carefully broken into the office of
the group home, and had examined the files on the girls living
there. When he entered her room some nights later and covered her
sleeping face with a chloroform-soaked cloth, he knew that her
departure would be dismissed as just another runaway story, as
the missing clothes and personal effects he had removed from her
room would attest. He later burned them. She would have no
further need of clothing in her new life. The routine notices
were given to the police by the home, and the case was filed away
with all the other runaway reports and soon forgotten.

2. Awake

Crystal had come awake in the small room lying in bed, aching all
over. Her wrists and ankles had red chaffed bands around them,
and she felt a dull pain between her legs. She was naked. Above
her was a fluorescent light fixture enclosed in a steel grate. As
she regained her senses, she scanned the room for the first time.
The bed was in one corner, and across a thin aisle were bathroom
appliances; a small shower stall, a sink, a toilet and what she
recognized as a bidet, though she had never actually used one.
There was a hose attached to a fixture looped around a bracket
with some sort of plastic nozzle on the end. In her confused
state she merely noted the details without comprehension. At the
far end of the room set into the wall were a few steel shelves
filled with soaps, yellow and blue plastic bottles, and plain
white towels. A television and a VCR were set into the wall
behind what appeared to be a plexiglass door. A remote control
was sitting on a stapled document, lying on top of a stack of
towels. She saw, but did not register, two green plastic lenses
on top of the door frame and what appeared to be a speaker. A
camera behind a plexiglass shield set into the far wall was noted
and catalogued by her racing mind.

Sitting up nearly made her ill, but she gradually recovered and
stood up tentatively, more aware now of her surroundings.
Something was seriously wrong. She recognized nothing that she
was familiar with from the group home. Was she being punished
somehow, was this solitary confinement? All manner of
possibilities flashed through her mind as she considered the
room, the raw skin of her wrists and ankles and again the dull
ache inside her cleft. Recognition forced its way past her mental
denials; she was a captive and had been raped, she was kidnapped
and held for ransom, aliens had abducted and probed her, these
and darker possibilities forced out more pedestrian explanations.

Her body interrupted her musing to remind her of its needs. She
was desperately thirsty, and needed to pee and poop bad. There
were no glasses or any other utensils, so she slurped water from
her hands in the sink before cramps drove her to sit on the
toilet and void in racking bursts. As she flushed and cleaned
herself with the tissue rolls stacked on the floor beside the
toilet, she began to weep and sob. What was going on, where was
she? Quickly her mood turned to anger. Who had the right to do
this to her? She wiped a final time, and while the toilet
refilled, walked the few steps to the outline of the door. Her
fingers tried to find a grip, but it was clearly hopeless. She
started pounding on the door and began to yell, ``Help! Let me
out!'' It was like pounding on stone, and her words merely echoed
around her cell. She threw herself on the bed and cried into a
thin pillow for awhile.

3. Instructions

After some time Crystal came to herself again, curiosity getting
the better of her. Again her eyes swept the small room, noting
the bidet, the hose and nozzle, the camera, the green lights and
speaker above the door, the television behind the plastic shield;
and finally her eyes stopped on the stack of towels, and the TV
remote on top of the papers. She walked over, picked up the
remote and punched the ``on'' button, but nothing happened. Still
holding the remote she grabbed the papers and sat on the bed. She
was afraid to read them, as the reality of her situation became
clearer. She was only ten, but not dumb. She had been taken,
abused somehow, and she was captive in a locked room that could
only be a cell. She was naked, and there were no clothes
anywhere. No kidnapper's cell could explain the bidet, the soaps
and lotions and whatever appliance the hose and nozzle
represented except sex. They were to make her clean. Desirable.
It was obvious, which is why she was afraid to read what she
guessed correctly was a set of instructions. But there was
nothing left to do. She picked up the papers and started to read:

``Greetings Crystal. You have been taken from your home by me. I
broke into your room and drugged you while you were asleep. I
packed you in a duffle bag along with your clothes, your purse,
shoes and everything else that looked important to you. I found
your diary underneath the drawer. The home will think you ran
away. What other explanation will there be? You are mine, and no
one will be looking for you.''

``You have had an operation, which is why your pussy aches. I
tied you down to a table while you were unconscious and removed
your hymen surgically. In case you didn't know, your hymen was a
small band of flesh that constricted the opening to your vagina.
You are young and small, and it was safer to remove it than to
tear it as I enter you for the first of many times.''

``The first thing you must understand is that you will obey.
Quickly, without reservation. Any act that I demand you perform
will be done immediately and with full attention and effort. You
will not speak unless spoken to. You will acknowledge my commands
with ``yes sir''. The slightest deviation will result in
punishment without delay.''

``What is punishment? It's time for a video demonstration. Before
reading the next page, take the remote control and punch the
buttons 1, 2, and 3 in sequence, and then the on button.''

Crystal read the page without emotion, as it confirmed what she
already had guessed. The information about her operation was a
surprise, and she touched herself ``down there'' tentatively, not
being able to bring a name for her genitals into her virgin
thoughts. She had never even inserted a finger into that hole,
though she knew it was there and more or less what it was for.
She shivered and broke into sobs again briefly, before
considering the remote. Somehow she knew she must do as she was
told, but she also knew she was not going to like what she saw.
Punishment? She considered what that might mean and what the
video would show. A demonstration?

4. Example

Crystal did as the instructions said, pressing the 1, 2, and 3
buttons and then the ``on'' button. The TV clicked and crackled
and the lights on the VCR panel came to life, announcing with a
symbol that a tape was playing. An image surfaced on the TV
screen of a man facing into the camera. The man was middle aged,
but it was hard to tell because he was chubby and his skin was
smooth. Actually he was fat, as made abundantly clear by the fact
that he was wearing nothing but a untied robe and slippers.
Worse, his male organ poked into the camera, its red tip swollen
and stiff through a tangle of hair above his sacks. She knew what
it was, but this was different than a textbook drawing and it was
somehow incredibly obscene. She screwed up her face in disgust as
the man spoke.

``Hi there sweetheart. I'll be seeing you soon. In the meantime,
let me introduce you to a prior occupant of your room, young
Becky here.'' He moved aside from the camera and swept his arm
toward a wall where a naked young blonde girl was fixed, her back
to the camera, with her wrists and ankles held in restraint loops
attached to the wall. Between her legs was some sort of odd
ceramic appliance, like the bidet in the cell, but smaller. Her
blonde hair whipped back and forth as the she struggled.
Apparently she was gagged, as only muffled cries could be heard
from the tape.

``Becky just got here, just like you, only some years ago. She's
now tied to the wall outside your cell, in case you wondered.
Becky had a chance to obey me, but she decided not too. Now she
is about to be punished, and I thought it would be good to
document the procedure for the future, to properly instruct the
girls that follow her, like you. Punishment is the same for any
offense, and consists of being whipped severely. Here, let me
show you.'' He moved across the back of the whimpering little
girl, patting her bottom on the way, and came back into view with
a thin bamboo cane in his hand, whistling it back and forth.
``Punishment consists of five hard strokes with this cane. As you
can see, this is a viscous instrument, and if I hit little Becky
here with it, her flesh would soon be a torn-up mess. I don't
want that, so I took a page from the Marquis de Sade.'' Hearing
these words the girl on the wall again struggled in her
restraints, and a small stream of piss could be seen between her
legs flowing into the small ceramic basin, the purpose of which
was now clear.

Crystal's attention was drawn back to the man in the robe as he
held up what appeared to be a girdle, though with odd straps and
buckles, and no front at all. ``See this? Notice how the cloth
panel is curved to fit little Becky's butt cheeks here? When I
strap it on her, I'll cane her as hard as I can, and her ass will
come out good as new. But for Becky it will feel like she's being
ripped apart. Well, let's get to it, OK? First we need to prevent
Becky from shitting herself, as she was a bad girl and didn't
give herself the enema as instructed.'' The meaning of the hose
and nozzle became apparent to Crystal, as she briefly turned her
attention to her surroundings again.

Disappearing for a moment, he returned with something made of
black plastic with a hose and bulb dangling from it. Whistling
cheerfully, he smeared cream on it and moved over to the girl,
spreading her ass cheeks with his hands. ``Ah, very nice, what a
cherry! Isn't her little ass cute?'' he asked the camera. He
placed the device to her rectum and started to twist it, some
sort of tapered plug. The girl struggled and bunched up her butt
cheeks straining to exclude the foreign object from her ass, but
the well-lubricated plug slipped past her defenses easily. The
man paused to paddle the girls cheeks with his bare hand,
speaking to her, ``if you relax your bottom this won't hurt as
bad, stupid.'' He stroked her cheeks with his hands, and gave
them a small series of spanks while he chuckled to himself, the
hose and bulb from the butt plug swinging back and forth. Turning
his attention back to his work, he grasped the bulb and pumped it
several times, which caused the girl to let loose with more
muffled screams. He then detached the hose as he spoke to the
camera, ``Becky has a bit between her teeth, so she can't speak
to you at the moment, in case you wondered. If she didn't have
something to bite on, she might break a tooth when the punishment
begins. I have to be an amateur dentist to keep a young girl very
long, but it's not something I enjoy doing.'' Crystal paused to
consider the meaning of his words before turning her attention
back to the TV screen.

The man moved over to the girl and began strapping the girdle to
her thighs. He then pulled it up taught and fastened a belt
around her tummy. Finally two dangling straps were pulled between
her bum, and then underneath her on either side of her girl
flesh, making it bulge out obscenely. He seemed to take delight
in pulling the straps up hard, making the girl struggle and
whimper anew. He apparently fasten them to the belly belt, though
the precise manner was hidden by the girl's back, which now
shined with sweat from fear. Again the girl peed into the basin,
this time through the bulging flesh between her legs, which was
glowing red at this point.

``There, all trussed up,'' the man said, turning to the camera
again, as he ran his hands over the fabric of the girdle
stretched over the girls's ass cheeks. ``See how tight this is?
Like a drum.'' He moved into the camera, which went out of focus
in a blur for a moment, and then the picture resolved back into
the man standing behind and to the side of the spread-eagled
girl. ``OK, here we go. Watch carefully, and consider putting
yourself where young Becky stands before you read the remaining
instructions.'' Crystal had the pages in her hands, which were
now somewhat crumpled from her tense grip as she watched the
screen. Somehow she was unable to tear her eyes away, though she
knew what was to come.

As her mental attention returned to the screen, the man had drawn
back the thin cane and with a terrible crack whipped the poor
girl on her girdled ass. The reaction from her was immediate, her
entire body tensing into bunched-up muscles as the pain ripped
into her. Pee flowed freely from her pushed-out cunt lips as she
howled piteously into the gag, her hair whipping back and forth
as she strained to turn her eyes to her tormentor, as if her look
could somehow do the pleading her gag denied her voice. Crystal
was shocked by the violence of the stroke. Aside from the crack
of the cane striking the girl, it was evident by the temporary
indentation in her ass as the cane whipped down, that the man had
struck her with intense force, multiplied by the speed of the
flexible bamboo as it slashed through the air.

Before she could react further, the man was grunting with the
effort as the second stroke again struck the girl with another
loud crack! The girl was just beginning to enter the throes of
her recoil from the hit as he laid a third stroke on her. Crystal
heard him laugh as the girl slumped in her restraints, clearly
having passed out from the pain. ``Oh no you don't,'' she heard
offcamera, as the man returned with a small jar, apparently of
smelling salts, which he waved in front of the girl. Sputtering
and shaking her head, she came awake and almost instantly
screamed into her gag, peeing into the basin the last few drops
left to her. ``Two more,'' the man said, and the girl's head
turned back and forth saying ``no'' as her hair bounced across
her back.

Again he moved to one side of the camera angle and laid two more
quick strokes across the white-bound ass of the girl, drawing
forth more moans and screams as the girl's fists opened and
closed and her feet twisted in the restraints, incapable of
moving her ass from the hellish cane blows. ``There, that's five,
Becky, though I wager it won't be the last today. You may try to
obey, but it will take some time for your instincts to work
right. That's OK,'' the man said as he stroked her hair like some
kind father would do, ``I like it!'' he laughed. The beaten girl
moaned in response, but relaxed somewhat in her restraints as it
appeared the assault had ended.

Turning back to speak to the camera, he again addressed the
future girl sitting on her bed in her cell, watching the TV with
the papers now fully crumpled in her balled-up fists, which were
pressed into her lap, as she cried. No! This couldn't be
happening, Crystal complained to no one, turning her attention
back to her situation, trying to force denial on reality. The man
was speaking again as he un- strapped the odd girdle from the
whipped girl in the video. Apparently he had removed the gag
while Crystal was mentally distracted, because the girl's pleas
and moans could now clearly be heard, ``no, please, leave me
alone.'' ``Shut up!'' the man said. Can't you remember anything?
You do not speak unless spoken to. Punishment, five strokes.''

Before the girl could react, the bit gag was back in her mouth,
and the man strapped up the girdle again, taking pains to stretch
the crotch straps up hard underneath the horror-struck girl. It
all seemed to move in fast motion to Crystal. As the man played
with the girl's sex for a moment, she heard him say ``what a nice
little puffy pussy, I can't wait until it heals,'' and then
proceeded to lay five blistering strokes on the girl's ass again,
crack, snap, crack! as the man counted, ``one, two, three, four
and uh! five,'' whap! The girl's body quivered and shook as the
blows landed, her reactions as violent as the first set or more
so. Apparently the pain the cane delivered was not something one
became accustomed to. ``Just disobey one more time, Becky,
please? Say just one word,'' as he removed her gag again. But the
girl on the screen had enough presence of mind not to repeat her
error. She wasn't fully trained of course, and many more sessions
were in her future, but for the moment she whimpered in silence
as the man removed the girdle.

Crystal was amazed at the condition of the girl's bottom on the
screen. It was glowing in bright red bands where the cane had
landed, but was not marked in any way. Apparently the girdle had
done its job. She became aware that the man was speaking to her
again from the TV, and she was disgusted to see that he was
moving his stiff member between the red cheeks of the girl,
pressing them together with his hands. ``Well, I'm going to amuse
myself for a moment, so you'll have to excuse me. I hope young
Becky did a good job with the video instruction. Remember; any
word out of place, any hesitation in obeying a command, and this
is you strapped to the wall.'' He need not have said anything
further, Crystal had gotten the message many minutes ago. The
video came to an end with the man grunting and thrusting his
thing between the girls's bottom halves, still strapped to the
wall. ``Now don't forget to read the instructions carefully,'' he
ended with a cheerful wave to the camera.

5. Further instructions

The TV had turned off on its own, and the video player was
obviously rewinding the tape as Crystal looked down at the papers
crumpled in her fists. She hadn't realized what her hands were
doing, and as she unfolded them they ached from being balled up
so hard. She realized her whole body was tense and sweating, and
made an effort to unwind. How long ago had the video been made?
What happened to the girl in the film? She appeared to be younger
than Crystal, did the man just capture children? He had said
``young girls'' on the tape. Had he done this many times? Did he
kill the girls when he became tired of them? She couldn't help
but consider these thoughts.

She got up for a moment and again looked down at her sore crotch.
She had no pet word for it, she realized. What had the man called
it? A ``pussy'' that was it. He had said it needed to heal, when
referring to the girl named Becky in the film; had he operated on
her as well? She put her finger down there again and moved it
past the little bump, which was oddly sensitive and stiff, she
noticed. She was slick between the smooth lips and her finger
slid easily through the clean folds of her mound as she sought
the secret hole. She placed a finger tip inside and found to her
surprise that her progress was blocked by what felt like cotton,
or gauze. Apparently there was a plug inside her where the
incision was made, which made her feel sick for a moment. There
was no mirror in the room, so there was no way for her to see
between her legs. She thought again of the fat man's member
pushing between the soft red cheeks of the whipped girl's ass.
God! That will be me soon, she thought. What can I do?

There was nothing to do but sit back down on the bed again,
avoiding a damp spot where she had sat watching the film. Crystal
unfolded the papers, and turned the page, reading again the rules
for her future life:

``For the first few weeks of your stay with me you will follow
this set of instructions. Later maybe there will be more freedom
and favors granted, but for now there will be only punishment if
you fail. You will have the privilege of decent food only if you
have been exceptionally talented in your role.'' Crystal wondered
at the meaning of this, and guessed it would involve the man's
hairy member and her body. She returned to the page, realizing
that she was hungry as well, as her stomach gurgled.

``You will notice two green lights and a speaker above the door.
You will hear a tone on the speaker and one or two of the green
lights will turn on. You then have exactly one hour to prepare
for me.''

``One green light means I will not be using your asshole. Two
green lights mean that you are to give yourself an enema. You
will sit on the toilet. You will lubricate the nozzle on the hose
with body lotion from the yellow bottles and insert the tip. You
will press the button on the wall next to the hose and accept all
the water that will flow from the nozzle. The water is on a
timer. You will sit with the water inside you until you hear a
tone from the speaker. You will then remove the nozzle and clean
the tip with tissues. You will then eliminate the water from your
bowels.''

Crystal read this passage with resignation. She had guessed
roughly what the hose and nozzle were for, but reading it was
like walking to the gallows after being on death row. She felt
defeated before she had even been touched. It was all so clear
what lay ahead; the man's thing inside her bottom, thrusting and
grunting until he achieved whatever pleasure he was seeking,
chuckling at her discomfort without pity, reveling in her pain.

``You will then take the squeeze bottle from the shelf'' (she
noticed one with a similar nozzle as was attached to the hose)
``and fill it three-quarters with water and one-quarter with the
soap solution in the blue bottle'' (there were several such
bottles on the wall shelves across the room). ``You will empty
the squeeze bottle into your rectum and will then squat and stand
twenty times. I may be watching, so be sure to squat and stand
firmly exactly twenty times.''

With horror Crystal's eyes snapped to the camera. My God, she had
forgotten! Was he watching her now? Her hands flew instinctively
to cover her tiny breast buds as she stared at the camera. There
was no indication that the camera was on, no red light or sound,
so there was no way of knowing whether he was watching or not.
Could he know when she would wake up from the drug-induced sleep?
How long had she been there? She imagined the man was watching
her now, laughing as she caught her breath in realization of the
existence of the camera. She was sure his thing was stiff,
waiting for her bottom and whatever other place he would thrust
it into.

She turned away from the camera, and continued to read, sitting
on her knees. If she had known, she might have adopted another
posture, because she was indeed correct. The man was watching her
with absolute glee, stroking his cock in anticipation of her
completing the instructions, when he would hit the speaker and
both green lights. Then she would know she had been watched. In
the meantime she was a vision, her soft brown hair draping her
back, and her full bottom stuck out towards the camera.

``You will then sit on the toilet again, and insert the hose
nozzle and press the button. You will wait until the tone sounds
and eliminate the water, then repeat again with just water. You
will then shower and wash yourself completely. You will then dry
your hair in a towel and rub body lotion from the yellow bottle
lightly over your entire body. Do not use too much, as I do not
wish the taste in my mouth.'' That caused Crystal to scrunch her
face up again in distaste. The papers went on to describe how she
should use the bidet to wash her pussy, that word again to
describe her private parts, but that she was not to clean the
inside until she healed, when she would be further instructed.
``Failure in any step, such as using too much lotion, or
improperly drying your hair, will result in punishment.''

Crystal wondered at the last sentence. Too much lotion? How was
she suppose to know, taste herself afterwards? She thought maybe
he was looking for an excuse to whip her. She remembered how the
man had laughed as he lashed the girl in the video, and how his
member was inflamed. The sight of it rubbing between bottom
cheeks again entered her thoughts unbidden, and she shook it off
to finish the reading. The was only one more page, in the same
large type:

``You will then sit on the bed and wait until I open the door.
You will then walk out of the door and move out of the way,
standing with your hands at your side, your eyes downcast and
your legs spread slightly apart. Any deviation will result in
punishment. I will remove the wet towels and replace the used
bottles while you wait. Then we shall begin. You belong to me.
Suffer as much as you like, it's the only choice you have.'' And
the text ended.

Crystal jerked her heard around in surprise as a tone on the door
speaker sounded, like a chime. ``Bing!'' Both green lights were
lit.

6. Preparation

Crystal realized that the appearance of the signal to prepare
herself, just as she finished reading the instructions, could not
be a coincidence. She was being watched, and involuntarily turned
to look into the camera. Blushing, she turned back to face the
wall, still squatting on the bed. She considered her situation.
She was a clever girl, and quickly thought things through. There
was no point in being defiant, she had seen what happened to the
girl in the video, and while she suspected that avoiding
punishment would probably be impossible, there was no point in
inviting being whipped. She decided she would follow the
instructions to the letter. There was clearly no way to escape
this cell, but perhaps opportunities might exist outside the
windowless steel enclosure. It was best to be patient and
observe, and withstand the abuse to come without absorbing
pointless additional punishment.

Taking a deep breath, she rose from the bed to start the routine,
avoiding looking at the camera, which no doubt was the eyes and
ears of the man in the video. Indeed, the man was watching her
intently, his raging hard-on anxious for contact with the lovely
girl. As she sat on the toilet and reached for the hose, he was
amazed at her resemblance to Linda Blair. She could be her
sister, or even a twin, except for the ten year-old body. It went
beyond the facial appearance, it was the look in her eyes and the
quivering lips, which reminded him strongly of the strip- search
and shower scene in ``Born Innocent''. God, she was something, he
thought, as she inserted the nozzle and reached for the button on
the wall. Look at how calmly she's taking this, putting a foreign
object in her butt without hesitation. She was the fourth girl in
this situation, and the only one to act this way. The others had
simply wailed and screamed and pounded on the door for help. The
Becky video did the trick, he thought, but there was still
something about the girl that made him wonder.

Crystal, aware of being watched, but alone in her cell, had been
surprised at how easy it had been to insert the nozzle, which she
had lubricated with lotion as instructed. It didn't even hurt,
and felt oddly exciting. She noted that the little bump in her
pussy (as she now mentally called it) was stiff and somehow
inviting her touch. But she ignored the strange feeling and
pressed the button on the wall. All of a sudden the hose
shuddered as it filled with cold water that began coursing
through the nozzle into the bowels of the young girl. She
shivered and cried out in response as the water filled her. This
was no longer interesting or novel, it was flat- out painful. She
felt the water becoming warmer after a few seconds, and it
quickly became uncomfortably hot in her backside. She squirmed on
the seat as the water filled her, desperately wanting to remove
the nozzle. Her hands involuntarily reached behind her, but she
willed them away from the tormenting intruder, balling them into
fists in her lap as she gritted her teeth and withstood the
invasion.

Just as she thought she could stand no more, the water turned off
with a clunk. The pain was replaced with a strong urge to
evacuate. She could actually feel the water inside her stretching
her rounded belly, and began a mental countdown to the speaker
tone that would allow her release. Sweat stood out on her skin as
the count reached 30 seconds, one minute, two minutes. She
twisted and turned on the toilet seat and slapped her hands to
her head, crying and moaning, trying to ignore the insistent
signals from her bowels. Five minutes passed by her count, and
just when her tortured mind was considering disobeying the
instructions, the tone sounded on the speaker. She quickly pulled
the nozzle free and the water rushed from her in a long,
satisfying burst. Panting in relief, she flushed the toilet twice
as the water filled the bowl. At last it was over and she sat on
the toilet for a moment, gathering herself. She picked up the
nozzle and cleaned the end with a tissue, realizing with a start
that she had failed to follow the instructions, which said to
clean the nozzle first, then evacuate. Would she be punished for
this small violation of the rules? She remembered the image of
the girl in the video violently jerking in her restraints as the
man flailed her bottom.

There was nothing she could do about it now, she realized, and
got up off the seat to fetch the squeeze bottle and the soap
solution from the wall shelf at the far end of the room. She
filled the bottle with water and the solution as instructed, and
once again invaded her rectum and squeezed as much of the soapy
water into her as she could. This wasn't nearly as bad as the
water from the hose, and once again she felt a sensation in her
pussy that was not recognizable to her. She was not ignorant of
the world of sex, and knew that other girls in the group home
played games that involved the parts between their legs, but it
held no interest for Crystal until now. She remembered the
instructions, and counted off the twenty leg squats as
instructed. She supposed they were to agitate the soapy solution
in her bottom, but her attention was again drawn to her pussy,
which was now softly throbbing from the activity. She felt like
rubbing the feeling away, but she realized with a start it was
time for the hose and the nozzle again. There was nothing
exciting about the procedure she now began again for the second
time, it was torture.

As she sat on the toilet with the hot water inside, she realized
counting time was stupid of her. It was better to try and turn
off her thoughts to withstand the experience, but she couldn't
help trying to count the five minutes away, which were now
endless. Again, she twisted and squirmed on the toilet seat, sand
now cries of pain came freely as she beat her feet on the floor
and pulled her hair with her hands. Again, just as her thoughts
turned to ignoring the consequences of waiting for the signal,
the tone sounded in the speaker and she pulled the nozzle free.
This time she had the presence of mind to clean the nozzle
quickly before draining her bowels. The man watched his monitor
screen, and a grin of admiration crossed his face as he
recognized her decision. This girl was indeed amazing. Should he
punish her for failing to clean the nozzle first in the initial
procedure? He decided not to, it wasn't fair somehow, not that
playing fair mattered. But he admired the girl's self restraint,
and decided that only a real violation of the rules would result
in the caning. That would be the game, to come up with commands
that she would hesitate to fulfill, to push her to the punishment
by her own actions. He stroked his cock as he watched the girl
perform the final rinse of her bowels, enjoying her reaction to
the waiting period as she howled and moaned in pain, flailing her
arms and legs and whipping her hair back and forth, tears
streaming from her eyes, which were squeezed shut as she
grimaced.

Crystal shuddered in relief as the final tone sounded from the
speaker, and after cleaning herself she sat on the toilet for a
time, breathing deeply. After a minute she started to shower, as
instructed. As she soaped her body and hair, she remembered the
instructions to clean all parts of her body carefully. Her hand
reached between her legs and she soaped her pussy lips and inner
parts a little longer than necessary, enjoying the feeling of
rubbing herself there. It felt good, and she realized that she
wanted to touch herself more, but she had business to consider.
She still had to dry her hair without the benefit of a hair
dryer, and if she was not finished before the hour was up, she
knew the consequences. Working quickly she rinsed and stepped
from the shower, wrapping her hair in a towel and drying her
body. She remembered the lotion instructions, and reached for the
bottle she had used to lubricate the nozzle.

She squirted a small amount in her hand and rubbed it on her arm.
The man watching her on the monitor laughed out loud as she
licked her arm. Look at that! She had remembered the instructions
and was actually carrying out experiments on herself to see what
quantity of lotion could be tasted on her skin. This girl was
incredible. He thought of all the sex acts she would be required
to perform. The other girls had eventually done anything
commanded without hesitation, but only after repeated punishment.
The mental control of the young girl was remarkable. It was after
all only an hour since she woke up in the cell, naked and sore
from her capture and hymen removal. He watched as she applied the
lotion to all parts of her body, just as instructed, even the
bottoms of her feet. He laughed again as she struggled to reach
her upper back, but he also noticed that her hands lingered just
a moment or two longer than necessary as she had given attention
to the puffy lips of her hairless cunt. That was interesting, was
she sexually excited? The other girls eventually realized
pleasure from the daily rapes and other activities they had been
subjected to, but never voluntarily. He had played games, like
commanding them to cum within a certain time limit or be
punished. This girl was promising to be special indeed, and he
considered how to deal with her, the time growing short before
the hour was up.

Crystal now sat on the bidet, facing the wall, and turned on the
stream, jerking back as the cold water hit her crotch. She
adjusted the temperature and moved forward, washing her cunt
folds in the stream as instructed, even though they were already
clean from the shower. She then turned her attention to her hair,
rubbing it through a couple of towels and using her fingers as
best she could to comb it through. There was no brush or any
other object in her cell, aside from the soft child's toothbrush
with the flexible handle she had used to clean her teeth, but she
knew she must be as attractive as possible for the man, who was
surely due soon. Finally she decided she was as prepared as
possible and sat on the bed to wait. Feelings of despair returned
as the distraction of the physical activity faded, and she pouted
and sobbed quietly as she waited for the door to open.

7. Introductions

The man watched her sitting on the bed, and resisted going
downstairs to the pleasure room he had built. Let her sit for a
bit and wait, he thought, wanting to see her reactions. He smiled
as she starting to cry; she's strong, he thought, but still a
little girl. He anticipated her tears as he thought of the
various ways he would abuse the girl shortly. She must be
starving by this time, it had been three days since she was
bundled up, moved to an airport in the back of a rented van and
placed in the special holding area underneath the rear seats of
his plane. He was careful to capture his girls in a city far from
his home, as he intended to release them eventually when they
grew too old. He enjoyed reading snuff stories involving girls on
the internet, but it wasn't his thing. Sex and abuse he enjoyed,
but he liked the girls too much to kill them. He was unconcerned
with being identified by the girls. He was wealthy, and lived
alone far from the city, rarely going out. The girls had no clue
where they really were, and he assumed the police would believe
the kidnapper was a local man. In any case, he had never read or
heard anything in the national press concerning the three girls
that had been his guests so far. Perhaps the mental conditioning
he imposed on them during their stay had some effect.

He had prepared some food for her, if she was good, a couple of
sandwiches, and a can of dog food if she was bad, but a new
thought occurred; let her really salivate, that will be fun.
Laughing, he dressed quickly and drove to a Burger King at a
truck stop several miles away from his compound.

To Crystal the time seemed endless as she waited for the door to
open, but finally it did and the man stepped in. Quickly she got
to her feet, and keeping her eyes down, she moved past the man to
stand outside the door, keeping her hands at her side. She
remembered to open her legs slightly as the instructions
suggested. The man marveled again at her self control. She hadn't
even raised her eyes to glance at him! The punishment video
clearly was extremely effective. He replaced the used towels and
threw them in a hamper outside, and went back in the room to
strip the small bed.

Crystal heard the sheets rustling inside her cell, and took the
opportunity to quickly look up and scan her surroundings. She was
in a large room without windows, with white walls. She could hear
the whir of air passing through ventilation ducts and guessed she
was underground. She realized that her cell was a partition of
the larger room, tucked into one corner. To her right she saw
that the cell door was thick, heavy steel, with several rods
retracted into the edge as locks, like on a heavy safe. Beyond
the door she saw a small kitchen setup arrayed on the short wall
between the cell and another door in the far wall. She noted
briefly the counter, sink, cupboards, microwave oven, stove top
and refrigerator. She quickly scanned the door to the larger
room, which had a keypad next to the handle. Clearly the door
required a combination to open. She wondered if there was any
chance the door was open, and briefly considered running to it to
check, but that was foolish, she knew.

To her left she saw a carpeted area, with a king bed, a reclining
chair, and a large couch at the end of the bed facing a
projection television and a rack with various video and audio
equipment. She had imagined that a medieval torture chamber lay
outside her door, and this domestic arrangement was a relief. Her
view of the rest of the room to her left was partially blocked by
the walls of her cell, but she imagined the place where the girl
on the video had been whipped must be around the corner. She
could just make out the end of what appeared to be a treadmill
and a weight lifting station.

Her attention quickly returned to the objects immediately in
front of her, a circular table with two wooden chairs. But what
sat on the table filled her senses; a sack from Burger King, with
the unmistakable aroma of burgers and fries. Her stomach growled
as she cast her eyes down, hearing the man throwing the sheets
outside the door, whistling softly to himself as he worked. So
far he had not spoken a single word to her.

So she was startled as he came up next to her and spoke in her
ear, ``hello Crystal, are you hungry?'' She remembered the reply,
``yes sir.'' The man again smiled in appreciation at her control,
as he ran his hands through her hair and down the small of her
back to her lush bottom. As he squeezed the cheeks, his cock
sprang to attention through the front of his robe brushing
against her side. Her hands twitched just the slightest bit, but
remained still at her side as he probed her anal opening. He
slipped his finger inside, and her bottom tensed up briefly and
then relaxed. He smiled again, thinking maybe she had remembered
his instructions to Becky to relax her bottom. What a mind this
girl possessed, to recall such a detail at a time like this!
``Let's see how you did,'' he said as he withdrew the finger and
sniffed it. There was only the slightest scent of soap. He loved
to see the girls pee as they were whipped, but he was not
interested in smelly shit, and was a fanatic about cleanliness
when he anally raped his captives. ``Very good,'' he said, as he
moved his hand over her tummy and chest.

He lingered to feel the budding pink nipples and pulled at her
breast flesh. There was just enough to squeeze together, and the
girl rose on her toes and gasped as he tugged on her tiny
breasts, if you could call them that. The nipples were perfect,
puffies they would be called, he thought. They were small bulbs
of flesh topped by the markings of a nipple, but the skin was
smooth and only crinkled slightly as he squeezed and rubbed the
tender buds. He moved his hands down to her belly again and
appreciatively fondled the soft flesh there before cupping her
cunt in one hand, as his other moved behind her again to mold the
butt cheeks. He was thrilled to see that her clitoris responded
to the touch, stiffening under his fingers as he following the
outlines of her perfect inner lips. One girl he captured had too
much flesh there, and he had to cut some away to his liking, but
this girl's cunt was refined and elegant. He squatted in front of
her to match her height and rubbed the head of his cock in her
pussy, running the tip over her clit and pressing into it. All
the while the girl stood as instructed, with her eyes cast down
and her hands at her side, a single tear escaping to run down her
round cheek. He caught the tear with his finger and enjoyed its
salty taste.

``I think I better check your operation before we move on, spread
your legs wider,'' and Crystal responded quickly. She had
suffered the administrations of the man in silence, and despaired
when he pressed his red swollen member between her legs. She
thought she was going to be raped then and there, and was
relieved when she received the instruction. She moved her feet to
the side and opened herself to the man as he kneeled on the floor
in front of her and spread her pussy lips aside, peering into her
opening at the cotton he had placed there. He got up and went to
the kitchen area, and returned with a bottle and some gauze
material in blue paper. He reached into her and pulled the plug
out, and Crystal squealed and grasped her legs with her hands,
but quickly regained her composure. Her pussy burned with pain
from the rude way he had pulled the cotton from the wounded area.
She heard the man chuckling at her discomfort. ``Can't take her
medicine, eh? Stand still.'' The instruction was unnecessary, as
Crystal had no intention of inviting punishment by moving.

The man examined the area inside where the hymen had been cut
out, and noted with satisfaction that the wound was healing well,
without any sign of infection. He tore off a small bit of cotton
and soaked it in alcohol, quickly inserting it and tucking in the
loose bits to repack the area. The girl hissed and balled up her
hands at the feel of the alcohol on the raw flesh, but again
relaxed and loosened at her side. Tears flowed freely from her
eyes, which were now squeezed shut, and he wiped them with
tissue, folded in the used gauze and threw both into the garbage
as she stood and waited. ``Sit down,'' he said, and she moved to
the kitchen table in front of the Burger King bag. He chuckled at
her choice of seats. He hadn't told her where to sit of course,
he could have meant on the floor. Her attention was clearly
focused on the warm food in the bag.

He moved to the other chair and sat at the table across from her.
``Before we begin, you probably have some questions for me, and I
imagine you wonder what will happen to you in the end. You know
why you are here?'' She regarded that as a question and again
said ``yes sir.'' ``Good,'' he said, ``very good. You are a very
smart girl, I can tell. Well, you may not believe this, but after
I'm through with you I intend to let you go, relatively unharmed.
Until that time you will be my slave, and will do whatever I say
without hesitation, is that understood?'' Again she replied,
``yes sir.'' ``That's fine,'' the man said, ``then come over here
and suck my cock.''

Crystal hesitated only the briefest of instances before getting
up and kneeling before the man, who had moved his chair away from
the table. Suck his cock? She considered the term he used for his
member, which was unfamiliar to her. What did he mean suck it?
She had steeled herself, as she waited on the edge of the bed for
the door to open, to react quickly to any command he would give.
She guessed the man would look for any opportunity to strap her
to the wall and hit her with the thin bamboo cane, and there was
no point in trying to resist. She knew that after the caning was
over she would be right back in the same situation, but after
living through the intense pain of the whipping that she could
only imagine. So she knelt and placed her lips over his penis and
sucked on it like a straw.

Unbelievable, the man thought as she placed his cock between her
lips. How could she possess the self control to move so quickly?
He was sure she would hesitate, and had anticipated the fun of
grabbing her and pulling her over to the restraints as she wailed
and pleaded and promised to obey. But here she was sucking him
for all she was worth, although she hadn't the slightest idea how
to go about it. He held her soft hair in his hands and instructed
the girl. ``Take it in further, as far as you can, and run your
tongue back and forth over the shaft.'' He wasn't a large man,
and the girl easily took the entire length into her mouth, her
lips pressed against his pubic hair. ``Now move your head in and
out,'' he said, guiding her head with his hands, ``keep sucking
on it gently.'' The girl was a quick study and soon had her mouth
in full motion, back and forth over his cock as her tongue worked
around the shaft and sucking sounds escaped her lips. ``Now
cradle my balls in your hands, very gently,'' he said, and the
girl complied after hesitating briefly. She had to connect to
word ``balls'' to his testicles, and was not familiar enough with
the term to do so immediately.

Crystal was in shock as she felt the hard flesh of the man invade
her mouth. Balls, she thought, well, they do feel round, as her
fingers lifted and cupped than man's sack. She was disgusted by
the feel of his hairy sex parts in her little hands, but showed
no outward sign. The man's hands were now grabbing her hair as he
moved her head back and forth. She could feel him tense up and
start to breathe quickly. She knew that men squirted sperm from
their things, and what it was for; did he intend to squirt it int
her mouth? Would it be like pee? Did pee come out with the sperm?
The ten year-old had no clue of such matters, aside from the
vaguest hints and suggestions of her friends. There was no choice
but to continue, and she turned her mind to the task.

The man had no intention of cumming so quickly, but this was
unexpected. Her reaction to his command was beyond anything he
had imagined, and the pent-up desire was too much. He was beyond
the point of return, so he quickly instructed the girl as she
pumped her head in his lap. ``I'm going to cum now, that means
I'm going to ejaculate white stuff into your mouth. You will keep
sucking until I tell you to stop and you will swallow every drop.
If one drop of cum escapes your lips you will be punished.'' The
girl slowed down slightly as he spoke, and then resumed her pace
as he held her head by her hair and flexed his hips upwards.
``Ahhh, ahhh, ungh!'' he cried as the first gout of cum spurted
into her mouth, and several long spurts followed as he
thrust-fucked the girls lips. God! It was almost more sensation
than he could take, but he noted the girl did not react to the
treatment aside from squeezing her eyes shut. He could feel her
swallowing as the last few drops were sucked from his cock. He
held her head still and instructed her to suck gently as he sat
back in the afterglow of the explosion.

That was about as good as it gets, he thought. Again he admired
the control the girl possessed, to give ultimate head for the
first time in her life, without hesitation or reserve. He looked
forward to the first opportunity to whip the child, to see her
reaction to the reality of what she was fighting so hard to
avoid. But for now, he felt warm towards the girl, and decided to
let her have the food. She had after all performed exactly as
required in nearly all aspects, and deserved the reward. ``You
may now sit back down and eat the contents of the bag in front of
you.'' The girl rose from her knees, quivering slightly as the
blood returned to her lower limbs, and moved to the other chair.
Still not looking at his face, she opened the bag and proceeded
to devour the two cheeseburgers and fries, now cold, but ambrosia
to the starving girl. He filled a glass with water and set in on
the table in front of her as he considered the next move. He
still intended to fuck her ass, but it would be awhile until he
recovered sufficiently. What games shall we play, he thought.

8. Games

Crystal was in crisis as the man's cock (as she now called it in
her head) spurted into her mouth as he pulled on her hair and
smashed his fat belly into her face. She couldn't breathe and the
cum made her gag, but she had the will to do as she was told and
began to swallow the liquid. Gradually he slowed down and relaxed
into the chair, and she could breathe through her nose again. It
turned out the sperm didn't have any particular taste, and the
sick feeling passed as she lightly sucked on his cock as he
demanded, her hands still cradling the man's balls, as she
mentally assigned yet another new word. She considered that she
had the man's equipment in her control briefly. What if she
smashed his balls in her hands and bit the cock? Could she force
him to open the door and escape? Logic told her that the man
wouldn't place himself in this position if he couldn't overcome
her, and she calculated the result for her if she failed. No, she
thought, wait until he does something careless, though she
couldn't imagine what he could do that would allow her to know
the combination of the keypad on the door.

She considered these matters as she later ate the fast food,
gratefully stuffing the cold cheeseburgers into her mouth and
drinking from the water he brought. He was sitting across from
her now, half naked in his robe, his belly distended as he seemed
to be pondering her fate. She avoided looking at his face. Maybe
if I don't see his face he'll let me go, she thought. If I can
recognize him he might have to kill me. She didn't put much faith
in the man's words about setting her free. The man relaxed in the
chair and considered the next act. He had plenty of time to enjoy
the young girl's ass before her body filled it with waste. She
was empty aside from the new contents of her stomach, watching
her as she finished the last stubs of the fries. Maybe it was
time for some posing, he needed some pictures of her for the
fellow deviants he secretly corresponded with. He was proud of
this one, with her unique face and perfect nubile pre-teen body.
Some men liked their children thin and flat, but he had always
enjoyed the chubby girls from the pictures he picked up on the
net. This girl was far from fat, he would say pleasingly plump.
Pneumatic was a good phrase for her fleshy thighs and belly. The
cunt was completely bare, and swelled out slightly, looking
somehow lewd. The puffy beginnings of her small budding breasts
were an added bonus for a girl this undeveloped, and her ass was
perfection. To him she was more desirable than any Playboy
centerfold or supermodel.

``All done?'' he said. She returned the ``yes sir'' as usual,
hands now folded in her lap. ``Then let's take some pictures,
would you like that?'' ``Yes sir,'' said the girl, without much
enthusiasm of course. The man walked over to the cupboards and
pulled out a digital camera. ``Move over to the bed then, and sit
on it facing me.'' The girl did as she was asked. He took some
lingerie from a drawer that he had tried on her while she was
unconscious, and knew fit her well. He selected a black garter
belt and hose from the selection first. Any girl looked her best
in such attire, he figured. ``Put these on,'' he said as he
tossed them in her lap. The girl struggled with the fine hose,
and the man had to help her with the garter clips, since it was
clear she had no idea how they were attached. She stood next to
the bed with her bald cunt framed by the lingerie, and his cock
began to stir again in desire as he played with her cunt lips.
She was a vision, demure and sexy at the same time, as he
chuckled, remembering that description from a movie someplace.

He took a few pictures as she stood, and then asked her to look
into the camera. It was the first time the girl had raised her
eyes to him, and he could tell she didn't want to do it. He knew
why, and her eyes jumped as he told her again not to worry, that
if she was good she would leave here unharmed someday, and it
didn't matter if she could recognize his face. She probably
didn't believe that, he thought, but he also didn't care. In any
case, the pictures were fabulous. It was all written in her face,
her despair at her situation. Her eyes were a little puffy from
crying and her lips pouted, and again he remembered the strip
search scene from the Linda Blair movie, and how much she
resembled the actress at that age.

He ordered her to kneel on the bed, and he took some shots of her
ass sticking in the air, and some closeups of her cheeks and
pussy lips, as they stuck out from behind. He moved her legs
apart and took a couple of shots of her opening with the gauze
plug visible. What will they think of that, he chuckled,
considering what other viewers of the pictures would see. He then
had her lie on the bed on her tummy, and forced her to raise her
trunk on her hands with her head facing the wall, her tousled
hair streaming over her shoulders and arms. It was a perfect
position for a session with a tawse or a riding crop across the
girl's ass and thighs, with her legs stretched straight out
behind her in the silky black hose. He moved over to the end of
the bed and took a couple of shots from behind, kneeling on the
couch. Now his cock was back at attention again, and he thought
of leaping onto the bed and suddenly impaling her ass while she
was in this position.

Instead he put the camera aside and kneeled on the bed next to
her, lightly spanking her cheeks, enjoying the sight of them
recoiling from the hits and quivering. He ran his hands
underneath her and tweaked her clit, which was erect, he noticed.
He again pulled and pinched her little puffy nipples until she
was squirming in discomfort. He straddled her legs and placed his
cock between her bottom halves, sliding back and forth, using his
hands to make a vagina out of her cheeks. He was nearly ready to
penetrate her virgin asshole, but he had plans to get it ready
first. Leaving her in position, arms quivering from holding the
pose, he moved off the bed to get some equipment prepared.

Crystal's arms ached from holding her upper torso off the bed
while the man paddled her ass. It didn't hurt too much, and it
was obvious she wasn't being punished. The man was just playing
with her, she figured. She almost moaned when he reached
underneath her to play with her pussy. That part of her body had
become the focus of her attention during the time he dressed her
in the hose and belt, as he tweaked and played with her. It was
like the body temperature of the area had risen, and she felt
compelled to do just what the man was doing to her now, rubbing
the nub at the top of her pussy lips. She was ashamed at this
feeling somehow, but she couldn't help that it felt good, more
than good, undescribable. She wondered if he had noticed her
condition, and cooled off somewhat at the thought, embarrassed by
showing these feelings to her captor. In any case, his rude
treatment of her nipples cut off such thoughts as she squirmed to
hold still while he deliberately caused her pain by tugging on
the tender buds. The thoughts returned as he pumped her ass
cheeks, like the whipped girl in the video. The feeling of his
hard, warm organ between her cheeks was far from unpleasant, and
she began to pant very softly.

Finally he quit, and left her alone on the bed, while he rummaged
behind her near the wall area, where indeed she had noted the
four loops attached to the wall, the mini-bidet in the middle,
and especially the cane and girdle hanging from a hook. She
avoided looking that way, but she heard him setting up some sort
of stand on the floor, as he fiddled with knobs and sliding metal
tubes. What now, she thought. He came over to the bed and pulled
her to her feet, which was a relief to her arms, and she found
herself looking down at an obscene appliance. It was a black
plastic phallus, glistening with lubricant, attached to the top
of what appeared to be a microphone stand, only it was adjusted
to be just about at the level of her waist. She knew instantly
what was to come next.

The man settled back in the reclining chair next to the bed and
stroked his stiff cock while watching her contemplating the
stand. He could see she understood the purpose of the vertical
member. ``Impale your ass on the vibrator,'' he said. She
hesitated again for only the briefest of seconds before she
walked over to the stand and started to consider how she was
supposed to accomplish this feat. The bottom of the black plastic
vibrator was held in a clamp that was about four inches below the
level of her bottom passage, while the tip was about four inches
above. She had to flex up on her toes to gain the height needed
to place the tip near her hole.

Crystal struggled with indecision as she tried to line up her ass
with the object, straining on her toes. It would be helpful if
she could reach underneath with her hands to guide the object
into her, but had he allowed her to do so? She decided that since
he hadn't said anything, she was free to accomplish the task any
way she could. She reached back tentatively to grasp the slippery
plastic object, and she noted that the man remained relaxed in
the chair, stroking his member, which had now grown fully erect
again, after becoming small and soft after she had sucked it dry.
She supposed that was the next object to enter her bottom, but
meanwhile she was having difficulty getting the tip of the object
past her rosebud, which seemed bent on denying passage of this
unnatural invader.

She hadn't had any trouble with the enema nozzle, but this was
much bigger. It was like her asshole had eyes, and was saying no
to the size of the dildo. She got the tip lined up with the
opening, she could feel that, but when she tried to sink down on
the shaft, her ass refused to open, even though it was slick with
some sort of lotion. She concentrated on clearing her mind while
she relaxed her toes, allowing gravity to force her body onto the
object. But all that resulted was a sharp spike of pain, and she
hissed and flexed back up on her toes.

``Hurry up!'' the man said, as he noticed her response. This was
excellent, the girl was clearly in distress. Why she was unable
to insert the vibrator he didn't know. His finger had easily
slipped into her ass just a short while ago, and while the shaft
of the vibrator was vastly larger, she wasn't even able to get
the tip past her rectum muscle. This was getting very
interesting, a possible punishment situation was developing. She
squirmed on her toes and tried to thrust herself on the spike
again, with the same results, looking smashingly sexy in the hose
and garter belt. ``NOW!'' he yelled, and she cried back ``I
can't!!'' Shock filled her eyes as she realized the magnitude of
her error. She had refused a command and had spoken out of turn.
Her mind raced to find a way out, but it was too late. The man
had risen from the chair and was pulling her towards the whipping
area.

9. Punishment

Crystal had the presence of mind not to protest, as she
remembered the result to the girl named Becky in the video, but
she couldn't help sobbing and crying as her whole body shook in
fear. Somehow she knew that the man wanted any excuse to whip her
again and again, and she allowed her left and then her right
wrist to be clamped in what she now saw was a leather band with a
buckle, fixed to a metal ring bolted to the wall. She observed
the details almost clinically, as she could now see below her the
inside of the porcelain basin for the first time, sticking
between her legs as the man was rolling the stockings down,
pausing to stroke her full thighs. After un-clipping the garter
belt, he moved to her ankles which were then wrapped in the
leather restraints. The basin was like a small bidet, she noted,
with a drain and a water nozzle above to rinse it clean. It was
to allow her to pee freely while clamped to the wall, she
remembered.

Now the man was placing the leather bit between her teeth, a wide
pad attached to straps he wrapped around her neck and buckled
tight. She could bite into the soft, thick leather and not hurt
her teeth, as he whipped her ass. The first girl he had whipped
had crushed two teeth as she gritted in pain, and he had to
remove them and replace them with caps to avoid her looking like
a toothless hag. He had a full set of dental equipment available
to him, and books on how to use them, as it was necessary to
administer to the girls if he was going to keep them very long.
Filling the occasional cavity was enjoyable, especially as he had
neglected to obtain any pain killer. He found that the girls
became fanatic about cleaning their teeth after the first session
in the dental chair in the basement room outside the pleasure
cell. He also had an operating table, and believed he was capable
of removing an appendix, if necessary. The outside room was a
buffer area, as if ever a girl somehow managed to escape this
room, she would find herself trapped in another, with a door Fort
Knox would boast of.

He went to the kitchen and removed the inflatable butt plug from
a drawer, using hand lotion to lubricate the tip. He walked back
around the corner of the girl's cell and paused to admire her
quivering form strapped to the end wall. This was going to be
priceless, he thought, and grabbed the camera to take a few shots
from various angles. Oddly enough the butt plug went in easily as
he twisted it into her ass. Why had it been so difficult for her
to take the dildo, he wondered again. He pumped up the plug to
seal her ass, and removed the hose fitting from the end. He
wasn't concerned with her shitting herself, as there was nothing
inside her bowels at the moment, but he enjoyed the routine
anyway.

He strapped the girdle to the young girl's ass, which was nearly
too large for the cups that had formed in the material from being
strapped so many times to the bottoms of his victims. The bottom
of the garment terminated in two straps which circled her thighs.
Two more straps together descended from the back of the waist
belt, running between the ass cheeks, where they divided to run
outside her cunt lips, then up across her tummy to intersect with
the belly band at the top. When tightened, the garment molded the
girl's ass as tight as a snare drum, and he enjoyed the feeling
of cupping her bottom through the material. The lips of her pussy
were smashed together by the straps, and her neat inner ridges
were pushed out in a bulge which he squeezed between his thumb
and finger and then prodded with his cock. The pee basin jutted
out from the wall between her legs, and he could see she was
positioned perfectly above the drain, where her stream would soon
be jetting. No girl had ever been able to withstand the pain
enough to control her bladder.

He had seen women being caned before in videos, bare skinned, but
the strokes administered in those consensual sessions bore no
relationship to what he would inflict on the twitching girl. The
garment allowed him to put his full strength into the long, thin
cane. Although middle aged and growing flabby, his arms were
still strong from years of exercise. He could kill with the cane,
and without the girdle in place, the girl's ass would be shredded
to the bone by the thin rod if it split. Even if she wasn't cut,
the welts would leave permanent scars.

He moved back to admire her pose, and took a couple more
pictures. It was time. He picked up the cane from the hook and
swished it through the air a few times. He could tell by the snap
of the girl's head that she recognized the significance of these
sounds. Her hands gripped the leather straps attaching her wrists
to the wall, and he could see her tensing her butt cheeks for the
stroke. That was a mistake, as she should know. It would be
better for her to keep her cheeks slack, so they could cushion
the blows, rather than allow her muscles to present a harder
surface for the bamboo rod to bite into. He heard the tinkle of
her urine stream in the basin as she lost control, and he picked
that moment to strike. Crracck!! The cane whistled through the
air and plowed a furrow in the fabric-covered cheeks of the girl.
Her reaction was electric as every muscle in her body came alive
straining against the bonds. Her hair whipped back and forth
across her back as a thin hiss from her mouth developed into a
full-throated scream, muffled by the gag. He moved over to feel
her wounded ass, and pulled the hair from her face. Tears were
streaming down her cheeks and her eyes bulged in fear. He could
hear her pee splashing in the basin as she cleared her bladder.
``Four more,'' he whispered in her ear, almost tenderly. Her eyes
did not respond, as she was lost in a world of pain.

Crystal heard the words, but she hardly needed a count. The first
stroke was the most painful moment of her young life and she
wondered in some inner recess of her mind if she could live
through such an intense experience. Her bottom had leaped
instantly into flame, which only now was easing just a little as
she fell back from the restraints, her body collapsing from being
tensed up from the blow. Every part of her body seemed to ache,
but nothing was like the pain in her backside, which felt like
hot brands were being burned into the flesh. Her scream faded
into a long groan as the man ran his hands over her punished
bottom. She could hear as if in the distance her pee hitting the
bowl below, but she had no will over her bladder.

He stepped back and applied two quick strokes to her bottom,
counting ``two, three,'' with a grunt as he applied as much force
as possible into the blows. Again the girl leaped and twisted in
the restraints as she screamed, gulped for air and then screamed
again, dissolving in yelps and moans as she collapsed in the
restraints. She hadn't been ready for these blows, and her bottom
had been flaccid when the first stroke landed, but had quickly
tensed to accept the second hit which followed in quick
succession. Apparently the difference in the level of pain must
have registered in the young girl's mind, as the man could see
her clenching and relaxing her cheeks as if she sought to keep
them soft for the next blow. He again admired her control, as he
knew she was in no condition to think anything through in her
present pitiful state, as she quivered and moaned and peed out
the last of what remained, her body shiny with fear sweat. He
timed the fourth blow to try and hit her cheeks while they were
tensed, and succeeded in again blasting all self restraint out
the girl as she whipped her back with her hair, her feet twisting
on the floor in a dance of pain.

Crystal was frantic at this point, as she could hardly breathe
through her clenched teeth sunk into the leather pad. Her sinuses
had filled with fluid and she was able to take only quick
snatches of air between her lips before her lungs rejected the
offering in order to form the screams and moans that issued from
her throat. Nothing she had imagined during the time she prepared
for the man matched the experience of the whipping. She would
have gladly cut off an arm to avoid the fifth blow she knew was
coming. If he offered death she would take it rather than the
cane stroke. She realized time had passed since the fourth hit,
and she tried to concentrate on relaxing her bottom, but it was
impossible. It felt like a blow torch was turned onto her cheeks
and she pressed into the wall as if to distance her bottom from
the nonexistent flame, unfortunately tensing her bottom again for
the fifth stroke, which soon landed. She knew no more and
collapsed unconscious in the restraints.

10. More games

Crystal awoke still hanging on the punishment wall with something
sharp in her nostrils. Her eyes watered and gradually a small jar
came into focus that was being held underneath her nose. She
choked and came awake, finding her feet underneath her as she
turned away from the jar. ``Good morning sleepy head,'' the man
said, though it had only been a few minutes since she passed out.
She felt her bottom burning, but not near so bad as before. The
circulation in her hands had been restricted while she hanged in
the wrist restraints, and she flexed to wake them up, feeling
pins and needles. She noted that sensations from the rest of her
body could be felt now, as the heat in her behind quickly
subsided. She snuffled her nose, and waited to be released from
the bonds. She could feel the man loosening the straps of the
garment below, pausing to stroke the flesh between her legs
again.

The man removed the girdle at last, leaving red marks where the
straps bit. He uncovered her ass, and heard her breath whistle as
the air reached the skin. As usual, the whipping had left
remarkably little damage. Five intersecting bands of red crossed
her cheeks, where the rod had struck on the thick fabric, but
they faded as he watched. Her body's mechanisms, realizing that
there was no damage to fix, was withdrawing the troops to their
normal duties, and the blood flowed out of her bottom tissues.
Her cheeks would burn for awhile, but rarely did the whipping
create lasting bruises. Occasionally the tip of the rod would
bite a red spot that would turn purple for a few days, but he had
learned to lay the rod against the cheeks as he delivered
strokes, making sure the tip did not contact the fabric. He could
see the girl was recovering rapidly, composing herself again, as
he cupped her buttocks in his hands and squeezed lightly.

As he removed the restraints, her hands folded in front of her
and she rubbed her wrists briefly, before returning them to her
side. He removed the leather bit from her mouth, noting the tooth
marks in the pad. She had obviously bit the gag hard in her
agony. The girl's face was a mess, red and puffy from crying, and
her eyes were just slits. Nasal discharge oozed from her nose
down her upper lip, and saliva coated her chin. Her hair was
matted against her forehead and her body was coated in sweat. A
few drops of pee dripped from the lips of her pussy onto her
thighs. He pressed the air release and removed the butt plug with
a small pop from her bumhole.

``Go into your room and shower again,'' he instructed. He
followed her into the room and watched her adjust the water spray
and step into the stall. He went back to the kitchen and removed
a hair dryer with a long extension cord from one of the drawers.
There were no outlets in her cell, so the power cord had to reach
from the kitchen area. He picked up a couple of fresh towels and
walked back to watch the girl finishing her shower through the
glass door of the stall while he smiled at what would occur
shortly.

She stepped out of the shower and he tossed a towel to her. ``Dry
yourself off, and use the hair dryer,'' which he had laid on the
bed. The usual ``yes sir'' came, and as she started to dry he
left to prepare for her performance. He came back a few minutes
later as she was running the dryer through her hair, which was
falling from her head as she bent over. He sat on the bed and
fondled her red cheeks while she worked. When her hair had dried
sufficiently, he handed her a hair brush, which she gratefully
accepted without comment and ran through her hair, arranging it
in waves over her shoulders. Even little girls fresh from torture
are vain about their hair, and the girl set about making herself
more beautiful without pausing to consider who would appreciate
her efforts.

When the man thought she had brushed and polished the hair
enough, he told her to stop and took the brush from her hands,
returning it and the hair dryer to the drawer outside as she
stood and waited. He then took her by the arm and led her
outside, to the left down the outside cell wall back to the bed
area and up to the dildo on the stand which he had freshly
lubricated. ``Impale your ass on the vibrator,'' he repeated,
laughing as he fell back into the reclining chair. He moved his
robe aside to grasp his cock, smiling at the girl, and she
replied ``yes sir'' in a near mumble.

Crystal realized grimly that her prediction was correct. Here she
was, right back in the same situation, with only the horrible
experience of the whipping as compensation for the delay. She was
determined not to cause a repeat performance, and quickly moved
over the black plastic probe, lifting herself on her toes, and
positioning the tip in her butthole. She was angry at her body
for betraying her, and paid no attention to the signals being
transmitted from her ass as it protested being shoved down on the
ever-widening object as it forced entry past her tight sphincter.
She gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, giving a little
cry as about three inches of the dildo slipped up her canal. Her
ass gripped the post tightly as she hovered on her toes, and then
gradually relaxed as she found herself on her feet with four
inches of the slick shaft in her ass. ``All the way down,'' the
man said, and she didn't hesitate to flex her knees and drive
herself further on the spike. It was easier now, but the pain of
the entry was replaced by the uncomfortable feeling from her
insides as too much black plastic straightened her colon. She
hesitated briefly and then sank onto the dildo all the way down
until she could feel the clamping hardware contact the flesh
between her legs.

The man rose from the chair, and reached underneath her to turn a
switch on the base of the vibrator, and it began to hum as he
settled back in the chair. ``Now pump your ass up and down, all
the way up until the tip is just inside, and then all the way
back down again.'' She complied, at first in jerky motions, half
way up until her knees were straight, then a pause and up on her
toes, then slower back down again, stopping three times as her
ass gripped and released the pole. ``Keep moving up and down,
faster,'' the man instructed. Twice she squatted and extended,
five times, and then ten. Gradually she fell into a rhythm, and
the humming black plastic slid in and out smoothly. The sensation
was odd to Crystal. She felt pain and humiliation, but also heat
from between her legs again. The pain from the whipping had
passed, and again she felt an urge to touch herself inside the
lips of her pussy. Thoughts of being stroked there entered her
mind, and as if by mental contact, the man was in front of her
with his left hand following her clit up and down and his right
stroking his rigid member.

The man briefly considered punishing her again for not replying
to his commands, but dismissed the small violation of the rules,
as she had promptly responded in action as best she could. The
man had seen the clit rise in its hood from between her lips,
saying hello to the world. He responded to its invitation, and
rubbed the nub as she moved up and down on the plastic intruding
into her backside. ``Slow down, slower,'' he told her, as he
increased the vigor of his administrations on her sex. Her breath
was coming in gasps as she shuddered in response. He could see
she was headed for the edge and he intended to let her go. She
was nearly motionless on the buzzing pole now, as she
concentrated on pressing into his hand. Suddenly she stifled a
cry and he could feel her body buck in what passed for a pre-teen
orgasm. He saw that her legs were failing to hold her up, as the
shaft penetrated fully and the clamp bit into her anus. That woke
her up, and she raised up and down on the pole again, determined
to follow instructions. ``That's enough,'' he told her, ``stand
next to the bed.''

Crystal heard the instructions as if through a fog, but had the
presence to reply this time as she removed her ass from the dildo
with a sucking sound, standing by the bed as the man wiped it off
with paper towels and proceeded to take the device apart. What
had happened to her, she wondered. She blushed from the memory of
pressing herself into the man's hand, almost losing her balance
as she strained forward on her toes to increase the contact with
her pussy. Then there had been a great rush of feelings she had
never felt before, a soft explosion of pleasure that racked her
body and left her feeling warm all over. She realized that the
experience had left her unfulfilled in some way, and that she
wanted to rub that place between her legs worse than ever. She
was so filled with these thoughts that she barely noticed as the
man returned with a soft rag and cleaned her ass of the excess
lubricant from the vibrator ride, or when he returned again
wearing a single leather glove holding something in a paper
towel.

She complied without thought, as he pulled her onto the bed and
arranged her to sit on her haunches. The man moved behind her,
with his cock rubbing between her butt cheeks and his free hand
running over her nipples. She closed her eyes, and this time
enjoyed the treatment as his hand moved from one nipple to the
other, softly pinching and pulling the puffy bulbs. This pleasant
sensation was suddenly replaced by something cold and hard, and
she glanced down to see that the man's other hand in the leather
glove was applying a large ice cube wrapped in a paper towel to
her left nipple. At first the sensation was merely novel, but as
the man kept the ice in contact with the puffy nipple, it quickly
grew painful and then unbearable. Her head cleared from her
afterglow and her breathing became rapid and shallow. Her hands
balled into fists and pressed into her sides and sweat stood out
on her brow. The man's free hand was now pinching the other
nipple painfully.

The man was thoroughly enjoying the rapid change of the girl's
mental state, as he had noted the dreamy look in her eyes when he
put the equipment away and cleaned her ass. As he returned the
dildo to the drawer, his thoughts returned to her little puffy
breast buds. I wonder what it would take to make then hard, he
thought. An idea occurred to him, and he fetched a glove from
another drawer and took an ice cube from the freezer. The girl
didn't seem to notice the gloved hand as he had arranged her on
the bed, and was clearly taking pleasure from his free hand as he
ran it over her nipples. He pressed the head of his cock between
her butt cheeks, embracing the squatting girl from behind, and
chuckled silently as he pressed the ice cube against the left
nipple. It didn't take long before the girl was in distress
again, and he could feel her muscles tense and her breathing
becoming rapid. Her knew her instinct would be to move her hands
up to her breasts, and he noted how they were shaking as she
fought to control herself. This was delicious. How long could the
girl hold out, should he punish her when she moved? He decided
not to, unless she directly disobeyed, as he was anxious to
plunge into her ass now.

``Hold still!'' he ordered, and he felt her body stiffen in
response. The pain from the ice cube was clearly agony now, and
she began to moan with each breath and shake her head. He loved
the feeling of her hair brushing back and forth over his chest as
he increased the grip on her body. He grasped the right nipple in
his free hand, his cock was now squeezed harder between her
cheeks as she clenched and relaxed her bottom in concert with her
breathing. The girl began to squeal and her hands opened and
gripped her legs, as if she could lock them there. She tried to
move her body away from the cube, but he increased the strength
of the embrace and left the ice cube firmly in contact with the
nipple. She began pounding on her thighs with her fists and her
breathing became ragged. She was nearly screaming now, and every
muscle in her body was straining back and forth. He knew she was
on the edge of doing something that would require punishment,
either pleading with him to stop, or trying to grab his gloved
hand away from her nipple, which he noted was still puffy and
soft. Apparently the flesh there lacked the ability to crinkle
into a hard nub yet. So he took the ice cube away from her nipple
and plunged it into the top of her pussy, burying it in her lap
in direct contact with the hood covering her clitoris.

At first Crystal reacted from the change in location with relief,
taking deep breaths and relaxing her body. Her left nipple was
numb from the assault, but the pain faded quickly. It took a few
moments for her attention to turn to her pussy, to the little nub
of hard flesh there that was now starting to protest from contact
with the ice. The man's other hand was now circling her waist to
hold her still, and she could feel his cock start to thrust back
and forth between her bottom cheeks, which were a little slick
from sweat. The protest from her flesh quickly rose to a demand
and then to pain and beyond. Again she tried desperately to keep
her hands still, to fight the instinct to grab the gloved hand
away from her crotch. She knew what would happen if she even
spoke in protest, and as bad as the pain from the ice was, it
paled in comparison to the fire from the whipping that would
surely follow. But her body wasn't capable of making such fine
distinctions, and it took all her efforts to keep her hands away
from the tormenting cube, which now felt like a dozen bees
stinging her at the same time in her most delicate area.

Her body was quivering and her eyes squeezed shut from the pain,
tears again flowing down her cheeks and dripping onto the man's
arm circling her waist. She realized she was nearly howling like
some animal as her lungs racked breaths from between her clenched
teeth. She almost lost control of her bladder, but quickly turned
her thoughts to that task, as she knew peeing on the bed would
not be acceptable. There were too many pressing urges assaulting
her brain, and it was all she could do to control the various
parts of her body that wanted to disobey to get away from the
terrible pain. The man apparently could feel her control start to
disintegrate, and he removed the ice from her pussy and placed it
on her right nipple. The cube was now starting to melt from the
contact with her warm flesh, and she could feel the water
dripping down her belly.

Again the relief was short lived, as within a few short moments
this new center of pain started to make its own demands. She felt
the man's cock slip from between her cheeks and stand to stiff
attention pressed against her lower back. His other hand had
slipped between her legs and was rubbing her cold clitoris back
to life. Now the sensations were becoming mixed in the poor
girl's head. The ice cube was no longer as cold as when he first
pulled it from the freezer, and the pain in her right nipple was
less than before, while the hand in her lap began to cause the
now familiar sensations there. She was far from comfortable, but
she was under control for the moment, turning from pain to
pleasure. Suddenly the man was moving off the bed and she was
free for the moment, wondering what was to come next.

11. Entry

The man put the leather glove away and dropped the melting cube
and paper towel into the garbage, snickering to himself at the
memory of the girl's torture. That was fun, and did no damage at
all to her flesh. He had enjoyed this form of torment many times
before, and knew just when to move the cube in response to the
reactions of the girl. In the freezer was an ice mold for a
dildo, and he considered the prospects of shoving it into her
backside, but he decided to defer little game for later. Now it
was time for his cock to enter the girl's body for the first
time, and he was anxious for the experience.

He paused to drink some water, and took a glass over to the girl,
who accepted the gift gratefully, draining the glass quickly,
spilling a few drops down her chin. He climbed on the bed and lay
down on the far side of the still squatting girl and spoke to her
again, ``suck my cock.'' She responded quickly, turning around on
the bed and bending to the task, and soon his erection was
sliding between her lips as she cupped his testicles in her left
hand, while her right hand rested on the base of his penis. He
ran his hands over the curve of her back, and squeezed the folds
of her baby-soft belly flesh, which was compressed by her
posture. He cupped her butt cheeks in his left hand and laid back
to enjoy the sensation of being sucked by the little girl. She
had come so far in one day, he thought. No other girl had ever
reacted this way. Usually the first couple days involved a lot of
whipping, as the captives refused to understand their role,
pleading over and over for mercy as he pulled them again and
again to the punishment area. Usually the first anal rape was
done with the girls bound to the bed to control them, but this
beautiful creature needed no such restraint. Again, he had to
admire her control. He was already in love with this girl, in his
own way.

The girl's mouth was quickly drawing the familiar reaction from
his cock, but he didn't want to waste his second orgasm this way,
though the instinct to let his cum fly into the girl's pumping
head was strong. Her hair was tickling his legs and belly as she
worked, and he could feel the head of his cock beginning to
swell. The feeling was intensified by the living fantasy due to
the girl's facial resemblance. He had tapes of the shower scene
in ``Born Innocent'' and the scene from the creek in ``Sweet
Hostage'', and this experience was like the movie girl coming to
life, sucking his cock, while tears dried on her puffy cheeks.
``Stop,'' he told her, ``and impale your ass on my cock, facing
me''. The girl caught her breath as she raised up from his cock,
wiping her lips. She briefly hesitated as she considered how to
fulfill the command, and then straddled his legs and began to
position her bottom above his erection, reaching back to place
the tip between her cheeks.

There was plenty of lubricant still in her ass, but the tip of
his cock felt some pain as she tried to force it into her tight
rectum, her left hand steadying herself on the bed, and her right
reaching underneath her to position his member. He slapped her
face, and she took a quick breath, her eyes snapping to
attention. ``Relax your bottom,'' he commanded, ``and be careful
with the end of my cock, it's sensitive.''

The slap focused Crystal's attention to the problem again of
controlling her unwilling asshole to save her from punishment. It
was nearly impossible to control the muscle to relax. She tried
to clear her mind, and concentrated on the memory of inserting
the enema nozzle, which had slipped easily into her bum. She
placed the tip of his cock centered in her hole, and gradually
eased herself onto it, holding the stiff shaft in her right hand.
She worked the tip in and out of her opening a little and then
experimentally tried to lower herself again. She heard the man
draw a quick breath as there was a brief sense of resistance, but
suddenly she realized with relief that the slope of the tip of
his member was sliding into her. She felt her ass widen as the
head entered, and then snap shut a little as the lip passed and
the narrower shaft began to pass. She quickened her motion to
take advantage of the situation, but moved too fast, and her ass
briefly gripped the shaft hard. She managed to relax again and
the cock slid further into her until she felt uncomfortably full
as the hair of his scrotum tickled her ass cheeks. It was in, she
realized, and took a deep sighing breath, thankful for the moment
at the prospect of avoiding a whipping.

``That's it,'' he said, ``now pump and down like you did
before.'' Crystal now had both hands resting on the bed, as her
chest hovered over the man's belly. He reached his hands up to
stroke her hair as she moved up and down on his shaft. It was
easier now that she had some experience, and after a few ragged
strokes, she again fell into a rhythm. The man propped his head
up on a couple of pillows, and reached behind her to cup her ass
cheeks, controlling her motions. Once again the sensation turned
from pain to pleasure, and she closed her eyes to concentrate on
the feeling. She wished the man would reach underneath her again
to stroke her pussy, and only a small part of her mind recoiled
from this lewd suggestion. A few hours ago such a thought was
completely foreign to her being. She wondered briefly if she was
going insane. When she was sucking his cock she was no longer
repelled by its appearance, and had enjoyed the feeling of his
balls in her hand. What's wrong with me, she thought.

Even without being touched where it counted, it seemed she might
find release anyway, and her breath began to come in short gasps
as her hands clenched the bed sheets. Her ass was growing warm
from the friction, and she could feel the man tensing his body as
he thrust into her to match her downward motion. Suddenly she was
being roughly lifted up off the cock, and she was surprised by
the man's strength. He tossed her easily onto her belly, and she
landed with an oof! as air escaped her lungs. She felt a pillow
being pushed under her, as her ass was raised in the air. Then
she felt his cock exploring between her cheeks. It was clear he
intended to finish on his own terms.

The man was ready to cum, and considered finishing while the girl
strained above him. It was obvious the girl was also reaching
orgasm, as her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened to pant.
This was amazing. But he was feeling more aggressive and wished
to punish the girl a little more before exploding into her. So he
grabbed her waist and lifted her off, throwing her onto the bed
next to him. He reached for one of the pillows, and lifted her up
to push it under her, positioning her ass perfectly for an
assault from behind. He quickly moved over her and straddled her
legs, started to slide his cock back into her ass. She resisted a
little and he took advantage to cause her pain, thrusting into
her to the hilt as her muscles spasmed, gripping and releasing
his shaft as he entered. She let loose a little strangled cry as
her cheeks flattened against his pelvis. His cock was glowing in
triumph as he began pistoning in and out of the little girl's
ass.

He reached underneath her with one hand, while the other found
her throat, squeezing it in a strong grip. He found her clitoris
and pinched the little bulb hard. The girl's body flexed off the
bed at the assault, and her breath wheezed in her constricted
throat, causing her ass muscle to grip his shaft tightly. The
suffering of the girl and the vise grip of her ass pushed him
over the edge, and he began spurting into her bottom in near
agony at the intensity of the cum. His thrusts became short
little strokes as his cum filled her bottom, spurt after spurt,
finally running out into little throbs of dry spasms. He relaxed
his grip on the girl's throat and she collapsed on the bed,
breathing in deep gasps. He shifted her over on her side as he
fell onto the bed himself, overwhelmed by the experience, his
cock still buried in her ass as he cupped her breast buds in his
hands and rested her head on her hair, moaning in delight, his
heart pounding in his chest.

12. Functions

Crystal was surprised to be alive. When the man choked her she
thought he meant to kill, as he plunged his cock into her sore
bottom without reserve. She could still feel the organ lying
against her cheeks, soft and sticky from the lubrication and the
cum. The man had pulled her over on her side, and had quickly
fallen asleep. She could hear him softly snuffling by her side,
his head tangled in her hair. One of his arms was folded
underneath her head, and the other cupped her tummy as he slept.
It was difficult for her to find a comfortable position, and she
considered moving his arm so he could lay her head down on the
bed. She was dead tired, but was far from sleep as her mind raced
through the possibilities of her situation.

If she could slip from the man's grasp, maybe she could get off
the bed. If he came awake she could say she was going to pee, but
she quickly realized that she was not allowed to speak in that
fashion. Even if she left him undisturbed, what good would it do?
Could she find a knife in the kitchen area to kill him with? Even
if she had the strength and luck to pull that off, what about the
door? She had enough math in school to be vaguely aware of the
number of possibilities a ten-number keypad presented before the
right combination was entered. She didn't even know how many
numbers there were, or what combination of other buttons needed
to be pressed. The thought of starving to death with his
decomposing body reminded her of a horror movie plot. Not a
pleasant way to die. Besides, he had promised to let her go, and
while she didn't allow herself to believe that, weren't the
chances of release better than lucking into the combination on
the door? But wouldn't someone miss the man and come to his house
to search? Surely they would find the room she was in.

Her confused thoughts went back and forth over these ideas and
more without coming to any conclusion. Nothing in her background
had prepared her mind to deal with the harsh realities of the
real world. After the death of her parents, she had been placed
in the group home while two of her distant relatives wrangled
over her custody. It turned out neither was found to be fit by
the courts, and she was put up for adoption. But she had
steadfastly refused to warm up to any visitor to the home, even
though several couples had offered. In her four years at the home
she had made no lasting friends, as it wasn't intended to be
permanent, and girls came and went. The administrator position
had gone through four women, none of whom really cared about the
welfare of their charges more than their own job. The latest, a
large, harsh woman, had made it quite clear to Crystal that she
was going to be adopted and she had no choice in the matter. The
woman was concerned that Crystal's case would be an embarrassment
to her career, and was determined to move her out of the home
before her case caused attention. This wasn't some old-style
orphanage after all. Little did Crystal realize that her very
stubbornness added credibility to the fictional story the man
sought to have the authorities believe. It was natural that she
had run away.

Back on the bed, the girl decided to bide her time and do
nothing. Besides, more pressing matters were distracting her
attention, as she really did need to pee, bad. After some time it
was all she could think of. She began to squirm and wring her
hands in distress. Thoughts of getting up again were considered.
Maybe if he came awake and she just stood there, no rules would
have been broken. Maybe she could shake the man awake without him
realizing it had been her intention to do so. Again her mind
cycled through the possibilities as the urge from her bladder
became more intense.

The man had been awake for a few minutes, and was aware of the
squirming of the young girl in his arms. His left hand was
painfully asleep, but he decided to hold his position to see what
she would do. It was obvious she needed to pee, by the way her
legs were pressed tightly together, as she twisted on the bed. He
was surprised to have fallen asleep next to the unbound girl. At
least he didn't wake up with a knife in his throat, not that
there was anything that sharp in the kitchen cupboards. He was
careful not to have anything in the room that could be used as a
sharp weapon, but he could easily imagine various heavy items
that would be dangerous as clubs if she had the time to think and
prepare. He often slept with his captives, but only after binding
them to the bed frame. This was a novel situation, and he was
curious to see how the new girl would react.

After awhile it was evident that thoughts of urinating were the
only thing on the girl's mind, and he could tell she was becoming
desperate, so he surprised her by whispering in her ear, ``need
to pee, young lady?'' The girl was startled, but returned a ``yes
sir'' and stilled herself. ``Stand next to the bed for a
moment,'' he said, and got the required response. He had counted
about ten times when she had failed to reply to a command
vocally, but again decided not to punish her for the offenses.
This girl was too special to be abused lightly. She demanded the
utmost care in handling, and he longed to think of commands she
would be unable to fulfill at the first attempt, condemning
herself to the lashing of the cane by her own actions.

He got up and stretched and went to the kitchen for water,
leaving the shivering girl standing by the bed. Having
acknowledged her need, the torment was even worse, he realized,
as she expected to be allowed to relieve herself. It was time for
more pictures, and he knew that some of his correspondents
especially loved the sight of a young girl peeing. He picked up
the camera and pulled her over to the punishment area. The girl
let forth a small strangled cry as she misunderstood the reason.
``Relax,'' he said, ``I want you to pee here. You will wait to
pee until I give you permission, is that understood?'' The girl
responded with ``yes sir'', as he strapped her wrists into the
restraints. This would be a better picture with the girl tied up
on the wall. The girl obviously was not convinced, and sweat
broke out on her skin from fear as he spread her ankles and
buckled them into the restraints. Stepping back, he admired the
view as the young girl's bottom clenched and her frame shook. A
sob escaped her lips. He kneeled down and framed the picture with
the viewfinder and took some preliminary pictures. The girl
relaxed just a bit at the clicks and flashes from the digital
camera. He saw her glance over at the whipping girdle and cane,
still resting on the hook.

``OK, you may begin.'' Immediately the girl let loose with a
strong stream of yellow pee into the basin as he snapped pictures
from behind. ``Stop!'' he commanded, ``I want some closeups.''
The girl complied with difficulty, a few spurts escaping as she
stilled her bladder. He moved up behind her and felt her bottom,
giving her time to suffer the interruption. ``You know you
haven't been following the rules,'' he whispered in her ear,
through her thick brown hair. ``You are supposed to say ``yes
sir'' to every command, and I've counted over ten times when you
haven't,'' he said. He saw her begin to shiver and heightened the
suspense, ``that's fifty lashes, I believe,'' which resulted in
another strangled yelp from the girl as she began to cry, still
desperately trying to control her functions. He laughed, ``don't
worry, I'll let it go for now.''

The girl relaxed just a bit in the restraints, as he squatted
behind her to focus the camera on her private parts. ``Please
continue to pee,'' and the ``yes sir'' she said back made him
chuckle. He got several more excellent shots as she emptied her
bladder into the basin bowl, her stream gradually fading to
drips. The sight of the pee escaping from between her reddened
cunt lips was making him excited, and his erection returned
briefly. He turned on the water in the bowl to rinse it, and
splashed some on her cunt and ass, which made the girl jump in
reaction. Using his fingers he dipped water from the spout and
rinsed her parts clean of lubricant and cum and pee. The gauze
plug in her vaginal passage was wet with her own fluids and from
the wash, so he pulled it free, and squirted some water into her
with his hands, getting a sucking sound out of the girl's breath
in response. He was considering what was to follow, as he dried
her parts with a cloth, and unbuckled the restraints. It was
getting late in the day, and he wasn't sure he had another cum in
him, but maybe the girl did. Time for some fun, he thought.

Crystal stood by the punishment area as the man disappeared
around the corner. She could hear a short while later the
flushing of the toilet in her cell. Apparently the man was also
relieving himself as she had done, with a little more privacy.
Her dignity had been assaulted by the picture show. She had peed
openly while being whipped of course, but this was different, and
she felt used and soiled by being on display as she emptied
herself. Still, it had felt wonderful to pee, and his cleaning of
her private parts was also welcome. She had felt sticky and
uncomfortable from the fluids that had oozed from her bum while
lying on the bed. All thoughts of escape had left her mind, and
she turned her attention back to the present. Surely he was going
to demand some further test designed to create an opportunity for
a whipping, she guessed, and she must be alert to his commands.

When the man returned she remained in her standard posture, hands
at her sides, legs slightly apart, as he cleaned her entire body
with a soft, damp cloth, wiping away the perspiration and tears
that had dried on her skin. He pulled some gauze from a blue
paper package and packed her canal again, causing her to hiss at
the sharp pain when the alcohol contacted the raw area. He left
and returned again with the hair brush, and humming softly to
himself stroked the brush through her hair, and arranged it to
fall on her shoulders. Once he stopped and stood in front of her
for awhile. Crystal raised her eyes and caught his glance. ``I
was just admiring your beauty,'' he said, in answer to the
question in her eyes, and she blushed and cast her eyes down
again. Again he left and returned with water, which she
gratefully drank. She was hungry again, and if by mental
telepathy he asked if she wanted to eat. The ``yes sir'' brought
back a ham and cheese sandwich, and he led her over to sit on the
bed and watched her eat and drink. He moved back over to the
kitchen area and returned with toothpaste and a container of
dental floss. ``To clean your teeth,'' he explained. ``You don't
want to get a cavity, believe me. I can fix it, but the
experience would not be pleasant for you.'' She believed that at
least. He led into her cell, and she fell to the business of
brushing and flossing her teeth while he straightened up outside.

13. Pleasure

The man re-arranged the bed for the next performance, relishing
the prospect of pleasuring the girl. She had responded several
times today, and he was sure she was ready and willing. He loved
to lick the cunts of his captives, taking the lips into his mouth
and shoving his tongue far up into them. He insisted on absolute
cleanliness for these sessions, as the fishy taste of their
fluids did not appeal to his nature. There would be none of that
this time, with her insides still healing from the operation, but
there would be plenty of opportunities in the months ahead. He
guessed this one might last about two years before her body
flowered and would be of no further use to him. Even a small
amount of hair on the pussy of a young girl turned him off. He
tried to keep the first girl longer, by plucking each new hair
painfully from her mound, but the first rush of her menstrual
blood finished all desire left in him. He drugged her the next
week and flew her back to her home city, leaving her abandoned in
a sleeping bag outside of town, with a change of clothes and
$20,000 in cash. He wished them well, after all was said and
done, and he tried to give the girls some advantage when they
were re-introduced them to the world outside.

He heard the water turn off in the cell, and walked inside to
find the girl standing in front of the sink in the correct pose.
She was trying to be like a robot, he thought, not taking any
action until called on. He turned her around and opened her mouth
with his fingers, examining what she had done to her teeth. She
had done a thorough job, he noted, like everything else he had
demanded of her this long day. He led her outside and laid her on
the bed on her back, her head on a pillow. He pulled her legs up
and apart, with her knees in the air and her feet flat on the
bed. Removing his robe, and moving between her legs on the large
bed, he bent down and without delay or warning began lapping her
cunt.

Crystal was shocked by the man's actions. Nothing she experienced
today had prepared her to be treated this way. At first she did
not respond, so surprised was she to look down at the top of the
man's head as he bobbed up and down between her legs, his hands
cupping her bottom and moving up and down her legs. She could
feel him running his tongue and lips in the area between her
pussy and her thighs, tracing the divide between them. As he
moved his tongue from one side to the other he paused between to
take her lips between his, sucking them into his mouth with a
slurp. Now his tongue circled her mound all the way around and
underneath, crossing the area between her ass and her pussy lips,
which caused her to suck in her breath with a start. It felt good
she realized, and now became aware that the man had twisted his
head to line up his lips with hers, and was giving her a soulful
kiss, as if her pussy was a mouth. His tongue darted in and
traced the folds of her neat inner lips, finding her pee hole and
causing another wave of sensations that had her gripping the
sheets of the bed in response.

At last his tongue found the target, and began to wrap around the
hard knob buried inside. She sighed involuntarily as the tongue
made contact and her mind was filled with conflicting emotions.
How was she suppose to respond, she thought. Part of her wanted
the attention badly, but she was innocent of desire, and recoiled
from the idea of relaxing and allowing the pleasure to wash over
her. This man was evil, he had whipped and raped her ass, and she
shouldn't allow him to make her feel this way. But events were
growing out of her control, and she felt her body acting on its
own. The man worked over the area between her legs, sucking and
licking all the areas around her lips and always returning to the
inflamed knob, which missed his departure as he strayed away.
Once his tongue grazed her sore asshole, and she stiffened in
response. How could that feel good, she thought, but she
remembered how she had strained to find some fulfillment as she
had pumped her ass on his cock earlier.

The man heard her sharp intakes of breath as his lips and tongue
found the secret places of pleasure between her legs. He
deliberately stayed away from her clitoris for long periods, and
he chuckled to himself at her reaction when he returned to suck
or lick her jewel. She was obviously enjoying the experience in
spite of herself, he guessed, and it was turning him on, as he
moved his stiff cock over the bed sheets between her legs.
Gradually he worked up the inner structure of her cunt and found
the erect clit, giving into long seconds of attention as the
girl's bottom raised in response, her hands pulling the sheets
and her breath coming in gasps. Oh no, not quite yet, he thought,
I have business of my own to attend to. So he moved off her body
and saw her eyes come open in question, as he turned around,
straddling her body on his hands and knees, with his cock pointed
at her face. ``Suck it,'' he ordered, again ignoring the lack of
vocal response as he sunk down on her lips and entered her mouth.
She immediately began the motions he had taught her and he was
soon in heaven as he considered the wet parts below him. ``Run
your hands over my bottom and balls,'' he commanded, and he
laughed as he heard her try to acknowledge the command through
her cock-filled lips. What an amazing girl, he thought again.

Now he returned his attention to her pussy, this time from above.
She was much shorter than him, and he had to hunch over to keep
his cock aligned in her mouth as he made contact with her cunt
with his tongue. He cupped her butt in his hands and pulled her
towards him, diving the tongue up and down the lower parts of her
pussy, and straying to surround her anus. He heard a muffled cry
from her, and noticed she was breathing hard through her nose as
she sucked his cock. He was helping her in her motions by flexing
his hips, driving the cock in and out of her mouth as if her lips
were a cunt. Her tongue wound around his head and shaft as he
moved up and down in quick circles of his ass. Her hands were now
locked on his butt cheeks as his lips and tongue once again gave
her clit full attention.

The girl was now bucking in his hands, and was near to her
orgasm, he realized. He was only going to let her have one full
release this time, so he concentrated on his cock and held his
breath as the head of it tunneled between her tongue and the roof
of her mouth. When he was beyond the point of no return he sucked
her clit between his lips and ran his tongue up and down from the
hooded tip to the base buried in her flesh. Suddenly she became
rigid and he felt her hands grabbing his ass hard. He felt the
first spurts of his cum as she blossomed into full orgasm
writhing on the bed as he mercilessly tongue-lashed her pussy,
his cock spasming in her mouth over and over again until he
wondered if he could stand any more.

Crystal had lost all control, and felt no sense of disgust as the
man squirted his sperm in her mouth for the second time today.
Somewhere in the back of her mind she noted there was much less
fluid this time, but her own release washed all thoughts from her
mind. Her pussy was glowing in her body like the sun, and her
limbs felt like golden honey was flowing through the veins. White
flashes of light careened through her mind, as an undescribable
feeling bubbled from her pussy to fill her senses. She grunted
and gasped as waves and waves of sensation passed through her,
holding onto the man's hairy butt cheeks for dear life, her legs
first tensing and then thrashing about on the bed in release.
Even in the throes of her pleasure she made sure she was still
sucking and licking the man's cock furiously as the spasms in it
subsided.

``Ah!'' he suddenly cried and pulled from her mouth, ``take it
easy, just let it rest in your mouth for awhile, suck it
lightly.'' The spell was broken and Crystal's thoughts returned
as the waves subsided and her pussy throbbed. She realized she
wanted more of the incredible sensations that had racked her
young body, but was content for now to resume her attention to
the man's shrinking cock as his head rested on her legs, his
breathing growing shallower. They stayed like that for awhile,
and then the man got up and turned around, laying next to her and
hugging her back to his chest, his hands cupping her pussy and
gently rubbing over the sensitive puffies. That had been ``69'',
Crystal realized, connecting their actions with jokes from her
friends at the home. It was nice, she said to herself, and then
blushed at her own thoughts, even as the man's hand warmed and
caressed her pussy, which tingled at the touch. It had not been
nice! The taste of the evil fat man's cum was still in her mouth,
but she seemed unable to convince herself, and the debate in her
mind continued as she drifted towards sleep.

14. Afterglow

After awhile the man woke the girl up and cleaned her again with
a damp cloth, ordering her to do the same to him, as he stood
next to the bed. Enjoying the feeling of the girl's hands on his
body, he stretched on his toes and yawned. Wonder what's on TV,
he thought, is there a game worth watching tonight? He laughed at
the thought, plenty of games inside today. After the girl
finished he allowed her to pee again, this time in her own cell.
He put on his robe and ate a sandwich at the kitchen counter,
pulling some chips from the cupboard. He placed a couple of cold
diet colas and the chips over on the low table in front of the
large couch and turned on the projection television, which was on
Direct TV. The local channels were the New York and Los Angeles
feed, so it was impossible to know where in the world you were
from the program content. He pulled the girl from her room and
stood her next to the kitchen cabinet on the short wall,
marvelling again how she controlled her responses, even down to
spreading her legs slightly at every full stop.

He knew her cunt must have flowed with her internal juices, and
found the gauze plug again to be soaked. This time he had her
hold a tupperware bowl between her legs as she squatted, and
squirted water up her with a turkey baster he had on hand for
other games. He considered using the enema appliance, but thought
the hard plastic plug might damage the incision where her hymen
had been. He allowed her to drain and squirted more water up her,
enjoying the lewd pose as he squeezed her spread-open bottom
cheeks, which had nearly faded back to their normal color from
the earlier whipping. While she again drained into the bowl, he
retrieved the gauze and alcohol and packed her one more time,
with only a little tenseness as a response. She looked beat, he
thought, and patted her on the bottom as he took the bowl from
her hands, which were quivering slightly. He moved her over to
the television area at the end of the bed and arranged pillows at
one end of the large couch. He laid on it and pulled the girl
down to him, arranging her on her side and tucking her butt into
his lap, enjoying the feeling of her cheeks against his soft
cock, which stirred slightly through the open robe. No more for
you, he thought, and in truth his cock was somewhat sore from the
day's activities. He pulled a light blanket over their legs, and
offered the girl one of the sodas. Then he lay her head down on
his chest, grabbed the remote and began to channel surf as the
girl swallowed some pop.

Crystal was still in a state of confusion as she lay with the
man. She again chronicled the abuses he had heaped on her. She
had been kidnapped, operated on, cane whipped, pinched, slapped,
raped in her ass and her mouth, choked, forced to pee for a
camera and generally treated like a toy for his pleasure. She
should be angry, but she was too tired. She couldn't help feeling
warm and comfortable in the man's embrace, forgetting that she
had never even been naked in front of a man before, much less
embraced in the nude. As he switched from watching sports news to
some history show about naval warfare, she fell deep asleep in
his arms.