CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK

BY CLEM KADDIDLEHPPER

Part 2

1. Awake again

The man woke up at 6 AM on the couch with the girl still snoozing
in his arms. He had decided to forgo chaining the girl up before
he turned off the TV that night and slept. She didn't appear to
be a threat at this early stage, though he would have to be more
careful as her days of captivity turned to weeks and months. He
had a full day planned in the city, and was spent in any case, so
he didn't regret leaving the girl on her own for a day. He
brushed back her full brown hair and paused to admire her
sleeping face, so beautiful. One of her hands had crept up to her
face during the night, and a finger was placed at her lips, where
she had apparently been sucking it. She is a child after all, he
thought, and the realization of the incredible situation he was
in made him excited, his cock stirring as it pressed against her
bum. Even though he had experienced many nights of contact with
naked young girls, it never became routine for him. He
appreciated how fortunate he was to be able to live out his
fantasies like this.

And what a night, he thought. It had taken weeks for the previous
girls to become pliant enough to really actively participate in
sex. They would perform as he asked, often after a whipping or
two, but in a mechanical fashion. He smiled as he recalled
Becky's first day, his previous captive. The little blonde had
been caned ten times the first day, and he finally had to tie her
down on the bed spread-eagled to enter her bottom. He had
splintered two canes on the girl's ass within a week, before she
had accepted that doing nasty things to him was better than the
pain. Crystal had figured that out immediately. It wasn't that
the other girls were dumb, they had just lacked the will and
determination to force themselves to act. Where this young and
naive girl had found that strength he didn't know. There was her
evident sex drive to consider as well. He watched her stirring in
his arms, thinking about her training.

Finally he shook the girl awake. Her eyes opened with a start,
and he could see it was taking her a few seconds to orient
herself. Gradually her eyes cleared and reality came back. ``No,
it wasn't a dream,'' he informed her, ``you're still here with
me, and you will obey.'' Her hand moved away from her mouth and
resumed its position at her side. ``Roll over and play with my
cock for awhile,'' he ordered. The girl shifted herself on the
couch until her face was buried in his hairy chest, and reached
down with both hands to fondle his cock and balls. She didn't
really appear to know what ``play'' meant, and just fumbled about
with her hands. It was nice, but she needed some instruction in
the finer points of pleasing a man, he thought. He had just the
thing for her today.

After a few minutes he told her to get up and stand by the couch,
and she remembered to reply ``yes sir''. He still was adding up
the times she had failed to give the instructed reply, and
considered briefly what he should do. Maybe the hair brush on her
fanny five times for every failure would be the right punishment.
That brought his cock to full attention, but he had to get ready
for the day, and would be late if he played with the girl this
morning. So he pulled her into her room, unlocked the plexiglass
cover over the television and plugged a four-hour tape into her
VCR while she stood by the bed, shivering slightly, her hair in
disarray and sleep still stuck in her eyes. She needs to pee, he
chuckled to himself, remembering the game he played with her the
previous day. So do I, he thought, and considered a perversion
that he sometimes indulged in. Perhaps it's time to remind her of
her place.

He left for a moment to retrieve bread from the kitchen. Later he
would allow her to prepare food for herself, but for now he was
late and this would have to do. He selected a vitamin pill and
two large mineral tablets and walked back to her cell, placing
the bread and pills on a shelf. ``Here's your lunch,'' he
informed the girl, ``eat it all and take the supplements. I'm
leaving you alone today, and I want you to watch the tape I left.
You can turn it on by using the remote the same way you did
yesterday. When I return home tonight you will demonstrate the
lessons you learned from the tape.'' The girls eyes shifted
towards the TV and found the remote sitting on one of the
shelves. ``Now get in the shower and kneel on the floor facing me
with the door open.''

The girl hesitated briefly, mumbling her ``yes sir'', obviously
puzzled by the command. She nevertheless responded quickly, and
soon he was standing above her as she kneeled on the drain floor
of the shower. She gasped as he aimed his cock at her, seeming to
understand, and went rigid as his urine stream struck her belly
and chest. Without comment he began to pee on the girl, first
training the stream across her tiny breasts, then down to coat
her legs before finishing by aiming directly into her crotch.
It's like peeing on Linda Blair, he thought with a smile, again
noting again the strong resemblance of the girl to the actress as
an early teen. He considered peeing on her face, but something
held him back. He shrugged, shook himself clean and walked from
the room, locking the door and leaving her without any further
words still kneeling in the shower covered with his piss.

2. Alone

Crystal had woken up pressed into the man feeling warm and safe,
but quickly remembered how he had abused her, as he instructed
her once again to please his member. She was still sleepy,
thinking through the day's events as he led her into her cell and
told her about how she was to spend her time. The man's command
to enter the shower snapped her eyes awake. She tried to imagine
why he wanted her that way, but she was in shock as the man
centered himself in the door of the shower with his thing in his
hand, and she realized his intention. She squeezed her eyes and
mouth shut as his stream started playing over her breasts, but he
didn't hit her face. After the man left she stayed in the shower
for a few minutes sobbing as his pee drained off her body. She
felt degraded and used in the worst way. Thoughts of suicide
entered her head, and she wondered if she would have the strength
to hang herself in a bed sheet, if there was any way to tie it to
the light grill above.

She stood up and turned on the shower, gasping as the cold water
hit her, quickly adjusting the temperature and closing the door,
as she cleared her body of his pee. The hot water felt wonderful,
and she wanted to stay there for awhile, but she also needed to
pee she realized, and bad. She had never done so before, but now
spread her legs and let herself pee in the shower while the warm
water washed over her. A small sense that she was being perverted
like the man invaded her, but she dismissed it for the pleasure
of being engulfed in the hot shower. Finally she washed her body
and hair and stepped out, noting that the gauze plug from her
pussy was lying on the shower drain. She considered replacing it,
but remembered the man always used dry gauze, and threw the
little wet wad in the toilet instead. Besides, her pussy felt
better this morning, she thought, although her bottom was a
little sore from the beating and abuse. She didn't stop to think
how she was becoming used to referring to her private parts with
a pet name.

After drying herself, eating some bread and swallowing the pills
he had left her, she brushed her teeth and lay on the bed for an
hour or so thinking of her situation. The light grill above was
way too high to reach, even if she folded the thin mattress over
on itself to stand on. The bed frame was hopeless, a flat steel
sheet on tubular steel bars welded directly into the walls and
floor. Besides, she wasn't sure she could hang herself anyway.
The principal reason for wanting to do so, she realized, was to
spite the man. She still had hope of escaping eventually, and
even though she had been abused in many different ways, she was
essentially unharmed, without a scar or a bruise on her young
body, on the outside at least. Being abused for days or weeks to
come didn't appeal to her, but at least she wasn't being
tortured, not like in some dungeon with whips and racks, about
the only meaning she knew for the word.

She grew bored after a time, and remembered that she was supposed
to watch and learn from the video he had left. She realized she
didn't know how much time had elapsed, or when he would ring for
her to prepare again, so she started the video as instructed and
sat on the bed, watching the TV screen coming to life behind the
plexiglass. The first segment of the video was an edited
compilation of commercial videos dealing with sensual massage,
almost all of the tape featuring various women rubbing men's
backs, legs and necks, using lotions and oils. The women were all
built like models, mostly nude, with oversize breasts she
realized were sometimes fake by the stiff movements they made.
She felt her own tiny buds, which were a little sore from being
pinched and squeezed, and wondered how large they would grow,
assuming she survived to live that long.

The men were all young and trim, with muscles rippling under
their skin as the women ran their hands and fingers over their
bulges. A couple of times she could see their cocks and balls, as
she now called them in her head, and while they were soft, she
thought they were bigger than the man's thing. She began to feel
a little tickle in her pussy and spread her legs a bit as she
watched. In one scene a woman used her hair, draping it over the
man's chest and legs as it fell from her head. She found that to
be exciting in some way, and wished she could rewind the tape to
watch it again, but the remote buttons had no effect.

She realized the man had put this tape together specifically to
prompt her to repeat these administrations on him, though his
body was nowhere near as attractive as these built young men. The
next segment started with an instructional video on exotic
dancing, apparently prepared for use by night clubs. The
soundtrack including a corporate-style narrator, who said silly
things like ``remember to spread your legs as you bend over to
pull in the big tips.'' Later parts of the tape included clips
from stage shows that included what Crystal recognized as the
Playboy bunny symbol in the lower right corner, and included some
fellow with a camera in his hat. The dancing was of no particular
interest to the girl, and she used the time to eat another slice
of bread and pee, though she was careful to note the various
movements of the girls. She wondered if she should practice while
watching, but instead lay down on the bed, propping her head up
with a couple of towels and the two small pillows she was
allowed.

The next film segment was an illustration of the art of oral
gratification, put together from x-rated films, she guessed, due
to the relatively low quality of the productions and the lack of
dialog, aside from grunts and moans that seemed to be dubbed in.
Apparently Crystal was to learn by example, and she noted the way
the women used both their hands and mouths to pull back and forth
on the large cocks. She wondered if her man had a small cock, or
if the actors on the video were larger than normal. She guessed
the latter, as all of the men and women in the film were far more
attractive than anyone she knew from school or in public. Most of
the time the men finished the same way, with the women removing
the cocks from their mouths and stroking the big erections with
their hands as the men spouted their cream onto the women's
faces. Crystal supposed the man wished her to do the same, but
she wasn't looking forward to it. She didn't care much for the
sperm parts, but the sight of the handsome men with their large
stiff cocks was having an effect on her again, and she pulled up
her legs a bit and spread her knees, without thinking about it.

The third segment ended and the next began. This tape was again a
compilation, all of women handling stiff cocks in their hands.
The first part was a good quality film, well lit and scored. The
woman was a slim blonde with relatively small breasts, and the
man had long hair, like a Latin-American actor whose name she
couldn't recall. His body was impressive, well built with taut
dark skin. But it was his cock that drew her attention mostly,
and that of the camera. It was a giant thing, the size of a
cucumber. The blonde was working up and down the shaft with her
hands, avoiding the tip at first, while she lifted and cupped his
hairless balls, apparently shaved for the film. Crystal's hand
had slipped down to lay between her legs by this point, and she
realized with a start that she had been idly stroking her pussy
lips. She pulled back her hand in shock and planted it firmly by
her side, but she could feel the heat between her legs. I can't
do that, she thought, that's what he would want, and I won't
submit when I don't have to. But the longing to touch herself was
strong, and as the blonde on the TV was applying lotion to the
tip of the huge cock, she cupped herself in one hand and pressed
it against her lips; just a little she thought.

The blonde girl was now working over the young man's stiff cock,
wrapping her hands in one direction and then the next as they
travelled up and down the shaft and over the tip. Crystal could
see that he was breathing deeper and had spread his legs a
little, flexing his thighs in response. At one point the blonde
wrapped her hair around the giant cock, and she noted that was
the second time the man had introduced such an element into the
video. She knew he liked to touch her hair, and wondered if she
was supposed to copy what the blonde girl was doing. Crystal's
hands were both involved now, stroking her thighs and rubbing
upwards over the top of her mound. All of sudden the young man's
cock began to spurt white liquid from the end right up into the
air, first a small spurt, and then a large gusher, which landed
on the blonde's breasts. The blonde woman shifted her position,
and caught the next spurt right on her face, across her nose and
lips. Crystal was disgusted as the woman's tongue darted out to
lick the fluid, as another shot of sperm hit the bottom of her
chin. Her hands were slowing down now on the cock, and the last
few spurts had less energy, emerging from the tip and landing on
the woman's hands. The segment ended with the blonde girl smiling
into the camera past the tip of the stiff cock, his sperm still
oozing down her face.

Crystal realized her own hands were busy disobeying her
instructions again, but she left them alone for now, enjoying the
sensation of rubbing her pussy lips. She hadn't touched inside
the lips yet, but as the next film segment started, and yet
another large stiff cock came into view, one of her fingers found
the slit and fell inside, finding her insides to be warm and
slick. The remaining clips weren't as polished as the first
segment, and some bits were quite crude. Each seemed to be
imparting a different lesson, one girl brushing her breasts and
body over the man's erection, one using the outside pussy lips to
stroke him as she squatted over him, legs obscenely spread. And
one segment was particularly notable, a young brunette woman with
large breasts, had wrapped an organ in her hair, and was stroking
it pointed directly at her face, forming a tube with the hair
wrapped by her hands for the man to thrust into. His cum
splattered all over her face and breasts, and she used her hair
to clean his cock afterwards, always smiling for the camera in
spite of the cum dripping from her forehead and nose.

In the meantime, Crystal's fingers had found the object of their
distracted search, and she was breathing deeper as one finger and
then two teased her clit, while the other cupped her pussy lips.
By the time the fourth segment ended she was deeply aroused, and
had turned off the rational part of her mind that was telling her
to stop, that it was sick to feel herself that way. Her reverie
was snapped by the appearance of her captor on the screen, and
she realized he had inserted a clip of the Becky punishment video
into the tape. The message was clear, as if she had needed to
know; be prepared to demonstrate the lessons on the tape, or
you'll find yourself strapped to the wall. The odd thing was that
she continued to feel herself while the familiar whipping
sequence played out, and she closed her eyes briefly, and
fantasized it was her swinging the cane into the young blonde
girl's girdled bottom. To her surprise, the tape ended and the TV
turned off, leaving her unfulfilled and confused. She removed her
hands from her pussy and the mood was lost. She lay on the bed
for awhile thinking about the tape and fell asleep with visions
of spurting cocks in her mind.

She woke up sometime later, how long she wasn't sure. She washed
her hands and face and ate the last piece of bread, again using
the toothbrush after eating. She had guessed that having a cavity
filled by the man would not be a pleasant experience, and she had
become an instant dental hygiene addict. She couldn't guess how
long it would be until the man rang for her again, and she
wondered if one green light or two would shine above the door.
She thought about six or eight hours must have passed, and after
awhile decided to see if she could play the video again. She
pressed the number combination and the ``on'' button of the
remote and the VCR whirred into life again. This time Crystal was
careful to mentally note exactly what was going on, and she even
pretended the bed was a man's back, kneading it as if it had
muscles. When the dancing video came on she tried to practice
some of the moves, even though the floor space in her cell was
very limited. She was gyrating her ass with her legs open,
getting into the action, when she remembered suddenly the camera
in the corner. Even if the man wasn't there, he might be taping
her. What if he had seen her on the bed with her hands between
her legs. She was mortified by the thought, and blushed deeply.
Afterwards she practiced more moves with the tape, figuring she
must, but without the abandon she had brought to the performance
earlier.

Crystal sat on the bed and watched the last two segments again,
this time with her hands firmly planted at her side and her legs
squeezed shut. She hoped if he was watching that he had missed
her earlier activity in favor of her relatively demure posture,
as the tape wound and cocks spurted their cum again and again on
the screen. Crystal was certain he meant her to use her hair
today, as she considered what she had seen. She suspected she
would be asked to perform all the segments of the tape on the
man, probably dancing for his pleasure, maybe massaging his back,
then no doubt sucking on his cock again. She decided she would
copy the women who had used her hair to stroke the man into her
face without being asked by the man. Maybe if she put her best
efforts into the task he would go easier on her. Aside from the
whipping, several times the previous day the man had hurt her
deliberately, and she didn't want to think that would be the
normal routine. Her thoughts were interrupted by the punishment
video starting again, and she watched as the little girl was
tortured by the cane, wondering what she had looked like while
fixed to the wall. The tape ended, and as the TV turned off, the
speaker above the door immediately sounded ``bing.'' She snapped
her eyes to the top of the door; one green light was lit. She was
relieved, but realized the man must have been watching through
the camera again.

3. Preparation

The man had returned home late in the day, and turned on the
video monitor that covered the girl's cell, watching her sitting
at attention on the end of the bed. He couldn't see the TV from
the camera position, but the monitoring equipment included a
counter on the tape, and it showed there was about an hour from
the end. Good, he thought, it must be her second time through,
and he left her watching while he put away his purchases and made
preparations for the evening. He wondered what her reaction was
to the images on the screen, but she seemed to be unmoved by the
naked bodies, sitting with her hands at her side and her legs
together. Some women like porn, and some don't, he thought, but
out of curiosity he later rewound the tape recording of the
images from the camera in her cell, which compressed the day into
a couple of hours, the frames a few seconds apart. As the tape
rolled forward on fast frame, he stopped it to normal speed and
watched her lying on the bed with her hands between her legs. He
laughed out loud; the girl had not let him down, she was
exceptional in every way.

No girl in all the years he had used the special basement
chambers had ever masturbated in the cell, so far as he was
aware. This ten ear-old virgin girl had been here less than two
days, and had been abused quite severely, yet had already cum
twice and was now stroking her own pussy to porn videos.
Unbelievable, he thought, she has no idea how special she is. The
other girls had been brought to feel sexual pleasure, but only
under threat of punishment. They had been so cowed by the
whippings that they had become passive, scared little creatures,
that did his bidding out of fear. It would be infinitely more fun
for a girl to debase herself, partially from her own will, at
least. It suddenly occurred to him to run the surveillance tape
back to the first run of the video he had left her to watch.
Fortunately the security system was tied into the tape, and one
of the inputs was the VCR counter, which appeared in a data
window in one corner of the screen. He ran the tape to where the
Becky punishment clip should have started, and played it back at
normal speed. It was difficult to tell from the compressed tape
whether she continued to diddle herself, but certainly she didn't
remove her hands from between her legs until the tape had run run
its course.

He switched the video back to real time and waited for the tape
to end as he considered the evening ahead. When he saw the VCR
counter run out, he pressed the speaker button and flicked one of
the light switches on. He chuckled at her response, and saw her
eyes move to the lights above the door frame of her cell. Yes, I
was watching you, and no, you won't be ass-fucked tonight honey
child, he thought, but probably tomorrow. He was careful not to
let the girls' systems become accustomed to the forced enemas,
which would disrupt their normal bowel functions if used too
much. This first week he would probably make her clean herself a
couple more times, but once her pussy was healed, he would cut it
back to once a week.

How should he handle her, he mused some more. He had used the
other girls more or less as punching bags and love toys,
brutalizing them in any way that didn't draw blood or leave too
much bruising, except once when he had enjoyed sticking pins into
one unfortunate girl's nipples and pussy. She had healed from the
treatment, but he could see dots on the skin where the needles
had pierced, and didn't repeat the abuse. He liked his girls to
be whole, untouched almost. Could this girl be brought to enjoy
pain in a certain sense? He had the notion that maybe she would
like to inflict pain, and thought about whether it would be worth
the trouble to capture another girl briefly, just for that
purpose. Oh well, he thought, time enough for that. He was ready
for her performance, and flipping back to real time on the camera
screen, he could see that the girl was out of the shower. He
decided to speed up her preparations by bringing her the hair
dryer again.

Crystal was just finishing her initial towel drying when the door
suddenly opened. She panicked for a moment, thinking what to do,
but quickly moved toward the door as if to take up her assigned
position outside, the towel dropping from her head. The hour
couldn't have passed, was this a trap as an excuse for
punishment? But the man grabbed her arm as she neared the door
and spoke to her, ``relax, finish drying off, I'll get the hair
dryer for you.'' She remembered to say ``yes sir,'' and he spoke
to her again. ``You can drop the reply when I give you a command,
it's getting tiresome. Only reply when I ask you a question.''
She started to say ``yes ...'' but cut off and stood silently.
``Just because I changed the rules doesn't mean I've forgotten
your past mistakes. I'm still thinking of a suitable
punishment.''

She wondered what he had in mind this time, but in the meantime
picked the towel up off the floor and continued to dry her hair.
The man brought in the hair dryer on the long cord and handed it
to her with the brush, and she set about the task af arranging
her hair while he sat on the bed. He reached out and moved her
around so her bottom was facing him, and starting slapping her
butt cheeks lightly back and forth, apparently just to amuse
himself. Her bottom was growing a little pink as she finished
with the hair dryer, but she stayed hunched over a little to keep
in position for his pleasure. She actually didn't mind his
attention too much, it didn't really hurt and it made her tingle
inside somehow. He stopped the spanking after a few seconds and
she straightened up. He reached for her waist and turned her
around.

``Finish brushing your hair while I check you out,'' he said,
``spread your legs wider,'' and she complied. He now kneeled on
the floor and spread her open with his fingers while she squeezed
her eyes shut and continued to absently brush her hair. ``Hmmm,
it fell out I see, looks alright though, healing nicely,'' he
observed, ``I think we can dispense with the packing tonight,
we'll see how it looks in the morning.'' No response was
apparently required of her, and he sat back on the bed while she
pulled her legs back under her and began to brush her hair with
more attention. The feeling of the man's hands spreading her lips
caused her to tingle down there again, and she was angry with
herself. She remembered a derogatory term from school that seemed
to fit, and applied it to herself; stop being a slut, she
thought. ``Lotion first,'' he reminded, ``then clean your pussy
in the bidet. Get the stream inside a bit.'' She wasn't sure how
to accomplish that, but she busied herself applying the lotion to
every part of her body as he had instructed.

The man had enjoyed slapping her rear end around while she dried
her hair, noting with satisfaction that she had remained bent
over a little after she was done with the dryer so he could have
access to her bum. Does she like it a little, he wondered, or is
she just being obedient? He saved that thought for further
exploration, while checking the inside of her cunt. The gauze
plug was gone he saw, but the incision was sealed over and what
little scar tissue remained was a normal color. He sat on the bed
and watched her apply the lotion, nearly busting out laughing as
she carefully spread it to all of her exposed skin, even her
ears. He didn't want the captive's skin to dry out from the
conditioned air and the frequent cleanings, so he insisted on
lotion being applied at least once a day. When she bent over to
work on her legs and feet, he opened his robe and stroked himself
while the other hand played with her body, running through her
hair, tweaking a nipple, squeezing a bottom cheek and finally
settling between her legs, stroking her pussy.

When she was done, he took the lotion bottle from her and
returned it to the shelf, and reeled up the extension cord with
the hair dryer, putting it back in its drawer. When he returned
to the cell the girl was facing the wall, adjusting the
temperature on the bidet spigot. This bidet shot a stream out
from the base horizontally, that could be adjusted up and down
slightly, rather than spraying from below. He watched with
amusement while she tried to line up the water stream with the
opening between her legs, being more or less successful at
getting some of the water inside. He got up and helped her out,
grabbing her by her bottom cheeks and lifting her up until the
water was jetting right inside her hole. The water stream was
aerated and not too strong, so he wasn't concerned about the
effect on her incision area. What he noted with delight was that
the girl had shut her eyes, and seemed to be enjoying the
treatment. He used his free hand to adjust the water flow until
it sprayed directly on the hood covering her clitoris, and
increased the temperature of the water. At first the girl opened
her mouth and started breathing in short gasps, but as the water
heated up she began trying to move out of the way. ``Stay
still!'' he commanded, testing the water to make sure it was not
hot enough to burn.

Crystal had been enjoying the warm water flooding her insides, it
felt different than being touched outside, and she yielded to the
new sensation as the water jetted in and flowed out continuously.
The man was holding her bottom in his left hand and arm, while
she placed her hands on the basin lip for support. His other hand
was adjusting the stream to aim it right at her passage opening.
Warm water dripped down between her legs and tickled her asshole
as it fell into the basin of the bidet, and she began to feel the
same as the previous day, when the man had made her have an
orgasm. When he switched the water flow to her clitoris she had
really begun to get excited, closing her eyes and imagining the
Latin American man from the video was doing this to her. But
suddenly the water grew uncomfortably hot and she looked down in
question and tried to move her hips back, gaining a rebuke from
the man.

He was playing another game of pain with her, she knew. The
object was to get her to disobey, to force herself to the
punishment wall where pain was no longer tolerable. She guessed
he wouldn't burn her deliberately, so she determined to hold out
and set her teeth to withstand the torment. Her body was starting
to betray her wishes again, and her lower parts were pelting her
mind with demands to be removed from the hot water spray. She
could feel her little knob throbbing in pain, and heard herself
start to make moaning and squealing sounds as she struggled to
breathe. The man reached out and the water increased in
temperature, too much to stand. Her legs began to shake and her
bottom squirmed in the man's grasp. She hollered and screamed as
the water suddenly changed temperature again, but was brought
back to reality by the sound of a laugh from the man. She
realized the water had not grown hotter, but had been turned
completely to cold. The rapid switch had fooled her nerves in
thinking they were being burned. She glanced down between her
legs and saw that while her pussy lips were somewhat red, they
were not really damaged, and heard the man chuckling to himself.
``That's clean enough,'' he said, ``stand up,'' as he shut off
the spout.

The girl had perspired a bit in her pain during the water
treatment, so he wiped her clean with a damp towel, and then
dried her off, patting her between her legs with a dry towel. He
left her standing in the cell while he replaced the towels, and
then pulled her out of the cell into the main room. He moved her
in front of the reclining chair while he put some soft ambient
music on the stereo system, then returned to sit in the chair
with his robe open. Time for her show, he thought. The girl
lifted her eyes a bit as he spoke to her, ``Dance.''

4. Performance

The girl started to swing around the floor, ineptly at first,
trying to copy the movements of the women in the video, and
looking silly as she opened her legs at inappropriate times and
generally tried to be ``hot''. After a couple of minutes she
started to get the rhythm of the music and began to sway in tune,
dancing around, swinging her bottom in time. The man was nearly
laughing at her attempts to be sexy, but then the girl again
surprised him by dancing over to his chair and swinging her
bottom across his lap, stopping in the middle to run it up and
down his crotch, while she spread her legs wide. Now this was
interesting, he thought, and moved forward in the chair to line
up his cock with her bottom crack. The girl was actually rubbing
his cock with her asshole, he realized, and he placed his hands
on her bottom to encourage her motions.

Then the girl really shocked him and danced away, grinning at him
over her shoulder as she held her arms above her head and swung
her hair and hips to the music. Damn! he thought, she was teasing
him like a table dancer. The girl was beyond being a quick study,
she had absorbed the feeling of the dance from the videos, and
was adopting the role. She danced over again and bent almost
double, shoving her cunt lips and ass nearly in his face. He
reached out and appreciatively ran his hand over the stretched
curve of an ass cheek, and again she danced away, adopting a
mischievous stance, sticking a finger in her mouth and slowly
doing the splits as she smiled at him, running her hands over her
chest as if she was lifting invisible breasts she did not yet
possess.

Nothing should surprise him now, but he was amazed when she
danced back over facing him, placed her hands on the arm of the
chair and proceeded to drop her head down, cascading hair over
his chest and stomach and then down to his raging cock, which she
whipped with her tresses. She then wrapped her hair around his
cock and stood up suddenly, pulling the loose skin upwards on it
while her hair untangled, all the while keeping her ass swaying
to the music. Again she turned around and danced away, stopping
first to give his cock a squeeze with her hand, still smiling at
him. Wow! he thought, that was a professional move of the first
order.

He lusted for more contact, and got up out of the chair to move
with her, brushing his cock against her as she danced. When she
bent over to perform a split, he squatted down and place his cock
underneath her, rubbing it back and forth between her cunt lips
and poking at her rosebud. He felt her hand reach down, pressing
his cock into her, and suddenly she turned around and kissed him
fully on the end of his prick, her tongue teasing the tip as he
thrust at her. This was too inviting and he forgot the order of
the evening's affairs, grabbing her by the head, forcing his cock
in her mouth. The girl got the message, and knelt in front of
him, showing she had absorbed the rest of the tape as well,
giving him the full treatment with her mouth and hands, slowly,
still in time to the music. He began to feel himself swell, but
it was much too early for this, and he pulled out of her mouth.
`Nice, but not yet, young lady. I've had a long day, why don't
you rub my back.''

Crystal was worried at first as she realized she was being
clumsy, and tried to clear her mind to listen to the soft music.
She pretended she was a stripper on-stage, and started swaying
her bottom in time, moving fluidly, gradually getting into the
rhythm. She was determined to perform well, and pretended the man
was a customer, smiling at him while she danced. She had planned
a few moves in advance, and encouraged by the pleased look on the
man's face, as well as the stiff cock she could see sticking up
through his open robe, she boldly moved over to him and stuck her
swaying bottom in his lap. She could feel his cock stiffen as he
lurched forward to rub it inside her bottom cheeks, and she
pretended to enjoy the contact, though in truth the erotic nature
of the dance was moving her as well. His cock felt good in her
crack, especially when it brushed her bottom hole, but she
remembered how the strippers had only given their patrons a
little bit of such attention, and danced away when he grabbed her
ass, remembering to smile over her shoulder as she had planned.
The man's eyes were wide in surprise, she saw, and she smiled to
herself as she swayed into the next pose. Maybe I won't get hurt
tonight, she thought, he looks like he's enjoying it.

As that move had gone over well, she again danced over to the man
and did a full backwards split, displaying her pussy to him from
the rear. She felt his hands trace the curve of her behind, and
danced away again, throwing him a look designed to say, ``look,
but don't touch''. The next move she had planned carefully, and
after draping her hair over his body, she wrapped his cock in a
fall, and pulled upward, attempting to apply friction to his
member with her hair as it pulled away. She remembered to give
him a smile as she squeezed his cock in farewell, dancing again
to the middle of the room. She was surprised to find him next to
her, poking his thing at her through his robe. It disturbed her
plans, but she adapted, and offered her ass in the air again. She
felt his cock rubbing under her and moved her hand down to
increase the pressure on her privates, but then she had an idea,
and turned around suddenly, kissing and teasing the tip of his
cock, something she had planned to perform later, with the man in
the chair.

Apparently she was having the desired effect, as he plunged his
cock between her lips and grabbed her head. She reacted quickly,
remembering the motions of the cock-sucking part of the tape. His
cock wasn't large enough to suck and stroke at the same time, she
realized, so she alternated with her hands and her mouth, using
one part on his balls while the other worked the cock. She hadn't
felt his balls with her mouth before, and she actually enjoyed
cradling one and then the other between her lips, though she
wished there was less hair in the way. Then the man surprised her
by pulling away and asking for a back rub. She had hoped he would
squirt his sperm at her face early in the evening, thinking that
maybe she would be left unmolested if he was satisfied in that
way, but apparently he had different plans. There was nothing to
do but try to perform as well as she could in the next phase. So
far, so good, she thought, at least this was better than being
tormented with an ice cube, choked and impaled, recalling the
long previous day and night.

He removed his robe, and handed her a bottle of hand lotion,
lying on the bed face down, and making himself comfortable, as
the girl straddled his legs. He was thinking about her dancing
and oral performance, and smiled as he guessed her intentions.
Clever girl, he thought, and while he saw through her plans, that
didn't mean he failed to appreciate the thought that had gone
into them. For a ten year- old girl, innocent of the world of sex
until yesterday, she was beyond remarkable. She was one of a
kind, a freak of nature. He resolved again to think of how to
develop her potential. Oh, he would enjoy the fucking and
sucking, and he planned to play plenty of games with her that
would have her squealing in pain, but the ultimate contest was
for the girl's mind. He thought of turning her loose on the world
of men at twelve, not only fully capable in the sexual arts, but
a willing participant in the art of pleasure for her own sake. My
God, he thought, what a dominatrix she would make. He imagined
her in thigh boots with a whip in her hand. Perhaps she would
enjoy giving some of what he would bestow back to her victims, he
smiled to himself, as the girl began spreading lotion on his
back.

He felt the girl bend to her task, her long brown hair brushing
his lower back while her fingers worked upwards and over his
shoulders, and then back around his neck and down the middle of
his spine, falling into rhythm with the music again. Is there
nothing I could ask of this girl that she wouldn't perform well?
he thought. Her massage wasn't expert, and her tiny hands had no
strength, but she was putting her back into it, and he
surrendered to the pleasure of being rubbed by the little girl.

He felt her hands working over his shoulders and neck, and then
all the way down his back, right over his butt cheeks, which she
stopped to squeeze, then down the back of his thighs, and all the
way back up to his shoulders again. She applied some more lotion
and began to knead his lower back, working down to his butt
cheeks, which she lingered over, feeling into the crack with the
edge of her hands and down his thighs and back. Suddenly he felt
her lean forward, and his butt was covered by her tummy and
crotch as she began draping her hair over his back, first
stroking up and down and then whipping the tresses from side to
side. He noticed that her body was pressing into his bottom more
than was strictly necessary for this move, and heard her
breathing quicken. His cock was stiff underneath him, and after
letting her knead his shoulders again as she rubbed herself on
his bottom, he rolled under the girl, and his cock sprang into
the air in front of her, as he settled his head into a pillow.
Let's see if she has absorbed the rest of the video lesson, he
thought. The massage had been perfectly executed, or at least was
good as one could expect from the hands of the small girl, and he
was thrilled when she rubbed her own body into his bottom. What a
girl, he thought again.

Crystal had been surprised by the condition of the man's back and
legs, which were thick with muscles. His skin wasn't as
attractive as the young men in the videos, but his butt cheeks
were firm and meaty. She remembered what she could from the video
as she dug her fingers into his shoulder muscles and neck,
working up and down his back, breathing hard from the effort. Her
hands and arms were soon sore, but she ignored the pain and tried
to put as much effort into the massage as she could muster. She
forgot about her burning arms when she ran her hands over the
man's bottom, as once again she began to feel the familiar heat
growing between her legs. She wanted to touch herself, and tried
to squeeze her legs together to bring some friction to the area,
but they were spread wide straddling the man's large thighs, and
her pussy was open to the air, seeking contact. She thought about
her hair again, and without giving her dignity any thought,
realized she could press her crotch against his bottom if she had
to lean over him to lay her hair over his back. The contact
allowed her to bring some pressure to bear, and she continued the
opportunity by staying in position to work on his shoulders with
her hands.

She was just working into a rhythm when he suddenly rolled under
her, and his cock presented itself, stiff and clearly hungry for
attention. She considered if she was supposed to massage his
front, and didn't relish running her hands over the large belly.
She guessed he had wished her to apply the lessons of cock
handling from the video, and heard him moan in reply as she first
tickled the shaft lightly with the tips of her fingers. She was
still straddling his legs with her crotch split far apart, and
wasn't able to rub it into his body in this position. Shamelessly
she let herself lay down flatter, and moved one leg between his
with the other outside, her legs now being split by one of his.
She settled her pussy into contact with the lower part of his
thigh as she applied lotion to his cock and balls with light
touches of her fingers, pulling further grunts of pleasure from
the man. She started working her hands around the slick cock,
pulling lotion down and around his balls, sliding her hands over
all his parts now except for the head of his cock. She continued
to tease him in this fashion as she began moving herself back and
forth over his leg, pressing her pussy lips into him.

The man had noticed the shift in her position of course, but he
was far more interested in the attention she was giving his cock,
as it quested for more contact with her flickering fingers. She
was teasing him expertly, and he smiled and groaned with pleasure
as she brought her hands into play, circling around the shaft and
under his balls again and again, never touching the head. He
allowed her to torment him like this for a time, and then flexed
his hips down into the bed, fucking his cock in her hands to
force them over the tip, and she got the message, starting to
work her hands all the way up and down his shaft, one hand
leaving to get more lotion a couple of times. He felt her pussy
pressing into his upper thigh as she moved back and forth, and
lifted his head to see the action. He could see her eyes were
un-focused and her mouth open, and he enjoyed the erotic sights
of her hands on his cock and his leg between her full thighs.
He saw that she was reaching for the lotion, but then put the
bottle back, and wondered what she was thinking. He got his
answer when she moved up his leg a bit, sat back on her haunches,
and proceeded to whip his cock with her long, full hair, rotating
her head back and forth as his cock divided the waves of hair
moving over him. His cock strained for sensation as the soft hair
swirled over the tip, and his body tensed as he held his breath
in delight. She then wrapped falls of hair around the base of his
cock, working up to the tip, and fell back on her hands, her hair
following, pulling at his penis as it disengaged. It was so good
he gasped, moving his hands to squeeze her thighs, as she
repeated the move twice more. He liked to play with his captive's
hair, and let it grow long so he could wrap it around his cock.
The inclusion of the clips involving hair play in today's video
was no accident, but the girl had taken the hint to an extreme,
and was showing remarkable creativity. She began pumping up and
down on his cock using handfuls of hair, and he felt himself near
to the point of not being able to hold back. ``Stop!'' he
commanded, ``lay down next to me for a minute and just squeeze my
cock gently in your hands.''

Crystal was sure the man was going to cum as she pumped him with
her hair, and planned to move her face down to accept the seminal
fluid blast, as she figured he wanted that today. Her own
pleasure was forgotten as she worked him up, so concentrated was
she on achieving the goal. But again he denied her, and she lay
next to him breathing deeply and did as he instructed, gently
pumping her hand on his cock, giving and releasing pressure. The
man moved one arm around her and worked his hands between her
bottom, reaching the girl's pussy from behind and stroking
between her lips. She closed her eyes again, and felt the man's
hand working further inside to rub the sides of her clit, his
wrists pressing against the insides of her ass cheeks. She
allowed herself to yield to the sensation, and felt the
beginnings of the road to pleasure swell inside her again as she
buried her face in his side. His middle finger traced under and
around her clit hood, while the rest of his fingers squeezed her
lips, further pushing the clit out for contact. She started to
moan, and put her top leg over his, working it up and down his
leg as she grasped his penis harder, almost as a handle.

The man smiled and kissed the top of her head as he brought her
closer. If you could tap the sexual energy of this little girl,
you could solve the California power crisis, he thought. Nothing
she did surprised him now, but to be in this position, straining
for her release, was simply incredible for a girl of her age,
especially given her recent circumstances. But he thought of an
experiment to perform later that night, and decided he would deny
her any orgasms during tonight's games. So he moved his hand out
from between her legs, and slapped her on the bottom. ``Stay here
for a minute, I'll be back,'' getting up to fetch the hair brush,
a couple of sandwiches and some pop from the kitchen.

5. Suitable punishment

``You must be hungry,'' he said as he returned to the frustrated
girl. ``Sit up and eat,'' he motioned, passing her a sandwich.
The girl pulled herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, while
he moved to sit behind her, pinning his cock to her naked back,
and taking a few bites as he brushed her hair and watched her
eat. ``You can have half the pop,'' he said, and the girl drank a
bit from the can, swirled it a bit, and drank a little more. He
wondered if she had taken the invitation as a command, and was
trying to gauge exactly where one-half would be, and he chuckled
inside. Probably she took it into account, he thought, she's been
thinking all evening except when she was close to cumming a few
minutes ago. When they finished he allowed her to brush and floss
her teeth and to upee, and when she returned he was ready,
sitting up at the head of the bed propped by several pillows with
his legs stretched out in front of him, the hair brush in his
right hand.

Crystal was bitterly disappointed again as the man had moved off
the bed, leaving her pussy steaming and throbbing. She didn't
even bother to call herself a slut again, as that part of her
mind was submerged for the moment. When he brought her the ham
sandwich she realized that she was very hungry, and forgot about
her need as she wolfed it down, the man now sitting behind her on
the bed, brushing her hair. She could feel his cock against the
small of her back, and leaned back a bit, enjoying the heat. When
he told her to drink, she did indeed consider whether it was a
trick to get her punished, and tried to guess as best she could
to leave half the can full. The man ordered her to brush her
teeth and pee, and she did so quickly, thinking that now it was
time to suck him again, this time to the end, his cock squirting
through her hair into her face. That was all that was left from
the video, but she half hoped he would reciprocate as he had the
previous night. She was surprised to leave her cell and find the
man sitting up in bed with his cock buried in his lap, in no
position to be handled by her. She didn't like the look on his
face as she walked over and stood in front of the bed.

The man grinned as he watched the girl's face and read all her
thoughts. ``I told you I thought of a suitable punishment,'' he
said, ``lay across my lap face down with your legs toward the
wall.'' The girl climbed over his legs and did as she was told,
and he reached out to arrange her position so that her bottom was
positioned just right, centered over his right thigh. ``I think I
said fifty lashes, but we'll use the hair brush instead, is that
OK with you?'' he asked rhetorically, getting a feeble ``yes
sir'' from the girl as she buried her face in the bed and gripped
the sheets with her hands. ``Relax your bottom, this won't be
bad,'' he lied to her, reaching his left hand over her back to
hold her, and proceeding to give her a couple of test swats with
the brush, not too hard at first, to see the effects. The smack
of the back of the brush on one cheek and then the other almost
made him giggle with delight. Spanking was one his favorites, and
his cock grew up to brush her side. The girl had done as she was
told, and her bottom bounced in a delightful fashion, absorbing
and springing back from the blows. Her breathing was shallow and
quick, but she showed no other reaction as her bottom sprouted
pink patches where the brush had fallen.

He also wanted to keep her sexual tension as high as possible
without allowing her release, so he put the brush down and rubbed
the pain from her cheeks, moving his hand between her legs and
giving her moist cunt a little feel. The girl accommodated his
hand by shifting her legs apart just a bit as he dug his hand
under her bottom to stroke her lips. He chuckled at the girl to
himself; fifty of those you wouldn't mind, I bet. Let's up the
force a little here, he thought. The best feature of the wooden
brush was its extended handle, designed for use by women with
long hair, to allow extra reach. In the present context the
handle allowed him to moderate the force by choking up or moving
back, though in her position on his lap it was difficult to
really develop a full swing, not that he wished to bruise her
anyway. Just redden her up good, he thought, maybe take some
pictures after.

Crystal had in fact not minded the swatting too much, now that
she could feel the results. She had concentrated on keeping her
bottom relaxed and still, and the brush bounced off without too
much pain. If he was going to rub her like that afterwards, she
might actually enjoy the experience, feeling a twinge of guilt
again at her thoughts. But the next hit landed much harder,
stinging her bottom, and she gasped sharply as a companion stroke
whapped the other cheek. The man laid on four more quick hits in
succession, and she dug her hands into the sheets and grimaced as
she let out a little cry. That was eight, she thought, but once
again the man was rubbing her cheeks and thrusting his hands
underneath her, longer this time. She just started to enjoy the
feeling again when he suddenly stopped and two more sharp cracks
startled her, causing her to cry out again as tears flowed from
her eyes. Again, four more quick hits followed, alternating from
one cheek to the other, never in the same place twice, and each a
little harder than the last. That's fourteen, she thought, about
one-third of the total, if he was telling the truth. The pain was
getting intense, and her bottom stung badly even after he stroked
it again with his hands, kneading her cheeks with his open palms.

The man saw that her pleasure was turning to pain, and spent
several minutes this time, soothing her bottom with soft strokes,
and finally reaching under her to fondle her pussy lips. She
wasn't responding to the treatment this time, and he figured it
was futile to try and keep her aroused during the entire session
continuing on this way. So he moderated his next strokes back
down a notch, working around her bottom with ten straight
strokes, seeking to spread the red color all over her bum. He
finished with two more on the tops of her thighs, relatively mild
hits, and then spent even more time rubbing out the sting. He
noticed that the girl was tense during the hits, but had relaxed
somewhat when they finished, maybe getting the message. He dipped
his hand underneath her again and gently caressed her pussy,
working from the inner thighs into the large outside lips, then
following the curve up her inner lips to her clit. Bingo, he
thought, as the stiff nub greeted he fingers, she wins again. As
an afterthought he dipped the tip of his finger inside her, just
up to the area where the hymen was removed, and was rewarded by a
quick intake of breath from the girl.

He realized his left hand was not joining in the fun, and figured
he really didn't need to hold her in his lap. She wasn't going to
move her ass away from the blows regardless of what he did to
her, acknowledging the force of her will. So he tucked his arm in
and wormed his hand underneath her tummy, cupping her pussy lips
and pressing into her mound with his palm. He picked up the brush
in his right hand again and started to swat her gently, moving
around her buns to the top of her thighs and back. He had lost
count of the strokes, but it didn't matter anymore, they were
playing a different game now. Only he knew the ending, he
thought. He picked up the force a bit as he felt her pressing her
pussy into his hand.

Crystal had felt the change in the force, but thought it was
probably a trick to get her to relax before he really belted her.
But the blows stayed about the same force, and while the last two
on her thighs surprised her, they were nearly as gentle as the
first two he had inflicted. She realized she had lost count, as
his hands started to feel underneath again, and she gave in a bit
to the warm feeling in her pussy. When he probed her inside she
felt herself twitch at the new sensation, and wondered if he was
going to do it more. She felt his left hand leave her back and
work its way to her pussy, and she moaned softly and allowed
herself to concentrate on the movements of the hand underneath
her. She tensed as the spanking resumed, but they seemed more
like love taps to her now, and she gave in to the complete
experience of being spanked and felt-up at the same time.

She was able to retain that feeling even as the brush strokes
increased in force, as they stayed within the range of not really
being painful. She wondered what her bottom would look like
afterwards, remembering the bands of red on the whipped girl in
the video. The thought made her excited, and she began to circle
her hips a little to drive herself into the man's cupped hand.
Now she began to move towards orgasm, and allowed herself to be
carried away with the flow, but was interrupted as the strokes
increased in strength and started to hurt again, harder and
harder. Suddenly the man pinched her clit and laid a series of
blistering strokes on her bottom that made her gasp and scream
out in pain. Before she could react, he had grabbed her by the
waist, and once again demonstrating his strength, flipped her
around to pull her bottom in his lap, pinned her legs apart with
his knees as he gripped her belly with his left hand, and
delivered four quick swats of the brush directly onto her flushed
pussy lips.

The man monitored the girl's state, letting her build up a good
head of steam before letting her have it. Just when it seemed to
him that she was moving towards the edge, he gave her clit a
sharp pinch and belted her hard, then flipped her around and
smacked her right on her open cunt lips, taking care to avoid her
erect clit for fear of doing damage. He loved the moist sound the
back of the brush made as it whapped the soft lips, and thrilled
to hear the girl scream. As soon as he finished he dropped the
brush and turned her over on her stomach, finishing the job on
her bottom with his hand, making sure the cheeks were an even red
color, as the girl sobbed and squirmed. Finally he rolled her off
his lap onto her tummy, leaving her crying on the bed as he went
to fetch the digital camera. He wanted to capture the moment, and
after taking several shots of her ruby-red bottom and thighs,
rolled her over for closeups of her pussy, which had also adopted
a rosy glow. He finished with some shots of her face, succeeding
in getting the feeling of her pain afterglow on the film. The
boys will like these, he thought.

Putting the camera down, he climbed back on the bed, and the girl
shrank away from him a bit, curling up on her side as if to avoid
further punishment. ``There, there,'' he crooned to her, ``all
done,'' lying next to her and folding her in his arms. She was
stupid if she thought his attentions had turned paternal, and he
knew this girl was no fool. But she seemed to recognize the game
of pain was over for now, and accepted his embrace as he stroked
her stomach, spooning with the girl, his cock pressed into her
glowing bottom, enjoying the heat. They lay liked that for awhile
as the girl calmed down. He got up and rolled her onto her
stomach, and applied cream to her abused cheeks, working down her
thighs and underneath into her pussy lips, though she didn't seem
inclined to feel passion at the moment. So he gave her a long
soothing back rub, with experienced hands, and she gradually
relaxed again at the pleasure of the massage, his semi-hard cock
resting harmlessly on her bottom, for the moment.

6. Encore

Crystal sobbed and pouted as the man took pictures of her, angry
at him for the spanking and abuse. She had been proud of her
performance, and thought she deserved some kindness. She chided
herself as well for being so naive. This man had proven over and
over again that he enjoyed giving her pain as much as taking his
own pleasure, and there was no reason to expect anything else.
But she knew she had surprised him with the special tricks she
had planned, and wondered if there was any way she could break
through, to talk with him or have any sort of communication aside
from ``yes sir'' to his questions. She didn't admit it to
herself, but she was also mad that he hadn't allowed her to reach
her pleasure, always breaking off just as she started to warm up.
The man was now spreading cream over her burning bottom and legs,
and it felt good, but she resolved to be unmoved, especially when
he reached under to sooth her pussy lips. She was especially
upset about being hit there, though in truth it hadn't been that
painful, and her screams were more a reaction in shock. Well, she
thought, any day I don't get whipped is a good day, and she
realized she better be careful not to be too petulant, as she
could end up strapped to wall at any time.

Anyway, the man was now massaging lotion into her back and
shoulders, brushing her hair to the side to expose her skin, and
she couldn't help melting a little as his strong hands seemed to
know just where to rub and how much to force to apply. She felt
herself becoming slack and shifted her arms under her head to
open up her flanks, which he was now stroking with his palms and
fingers in long, firm strokes, moving down to knead her thighs,
and then kneeling beside her, to treat her calves and feet. The
bottom of her feet tickled a bit at first, but his strong fingers
soon turned them into centers of intense pleasure. No one had
ever touched her like this, and she realized that her massage
paled in comparison to the techniques the man had obviously
practiced.

The man now moved back up her legs, and she let out a little moan
of regret for her now lonely feet, which longed to be rubbed
more. Perhaps the man understood, because he moved back down and
rubbed them more, pressing deeply into the soles, flexing them in
his hands and sucking her toes, which almost caused her to giggle
in delight. But at last he left them again and worked up over her
pink bottom and back, until she stretched underneath him like a
cat. She felt him apply more lotion between her cheeks, and
realized the man was rubbing his cock there as he worked. She
could feel it swell and stiffen, and remembered that she was due
to have cum on her face before the night was over, thinking about
her plans to make it special again.

The man felt the girl becoming pliant under his hands, and
stopped to lubricate her ass cheeks so he could pleasure himself
there as he rubbed her back. He considered flipping her over to
massage her front, but his cock slipped from her cheeks and his
forward thrust drove between her legs, nearly entering her from
behind. He reached for more lotion and applied it directly to his
member, and holding her legs shut with his thighs as he straddled
her, drove into the folds of her pussy, using the flesh of her
lips and her thighs as a kind of vagina. He kept upward pressure
against her cunt, and felt the tip of his cock run up the inner
lips and over her clitoris hood, feeling the little lump of flesh
now engorged again. It was evident that his massage had delivered
the intended effect, and he continued to work in short strokes
that provided direct contact between the slick cock head and
clitoris. The girl put her fingers in her mouth and closed her
eyes as he rubbed her cunt and her back with the tools at his
disposal. It would be easy to cum like this, as he done several
times before. He especially liked to fuck his captive's crotches
from behind as the girl lay on top of him with her legs squeezed
shut, shooting his cum up over their bellies, and if he was pent
up enough, sometimes all the way to splash on their faces.

He continued to thrust as he sensed her moving once again to the
threshold of joy, feeling her heat up and pant underneath him.
Judging the moment to be right, he pulled out and slapped her on
the butt, leaving her moaning on the bed, twisting on the sheets
in frustration. He snickered to himself as he walked over to the
kitchen, grabbing a pop and a warm, damp towel. He offered some
pop to the girl, and noted that she lay on the bed longer than
necessary before acknowledging his presence and propping herself
up to drink. He could punish her for that, he thought, but he
didn't seriously consider it. It was late and she had more work
to do, he thought.

He finished the can when she handed it back to him, and rolled
her over on her back, spreading her legs wide with his hands and
using the towel to clean her pussy thoroughly of the lotion. He
then wiped his own genitals with the towel and lay on the bed
next to her. ``Climb on top of me with your legs toward my head
and suck me.''

Crystal didn't hesitate, hoping that the man would lick her the
way he done the previous night, when for a brief moment she had
entered into paradise. We're going to do ``69'' again, she
thought, and for a moment was shocked at herself again for
thinking this way. It's not really bad, she thought, peopledo it
all the time, pushing the part of her mind away that wanted to
remind her that she was ten, and was about to suck the cock of a
man who kidnapped and abused children. In any case, I have to do
this well, she thought, or I'll be whipped, though she didn't
fool herself that it probably wasn't necessary to put quite this
much feeling into it. Without resolving the debate she reached
for his balls with her hands and sunk her lips over his member,
shamelessly hiking her bottom up to push her pussy out behind
her, craving for attention. The man didn't waste any time in
providing it, propping his head up on some pillows to gain
leverage to reach the small girl's nether regions with his mouth,
while she began licking and teasing his cock with her tongue.

She was now relatively experienced at cock sucking, and fell
quickly into rhythm, first pumping her head up and down to get
him going, then stopping to twist her hands around his shaft
while she tickled the head with her tongue, kissing the end. Then
with a mouth moist with saliva, she drove it all the way into her
mouth and out again, sucking it hard as it came out between her
lips with a little popping sound. The man had begun to work his
tongue over her pussy, circling her ass for a time and then back
to sooth the soreness away from the spanking he had inflicted on
her petals. She could feel the man starting to lift his hips to
meet her mouth when she moved down his cock, as he found her
clitoris with his tongue tip, his nose pressed to her ass. Yes,
Crystal thought, keep doing it just like that, please. But just
when she thought the man might be content to cum in her mouth
while she exploded in pleasure on his face, he lifted her off,
and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulled her onto the floor to
her knees in front of him.

She squealed a little in frustration as he manhandled her into
position. Darn it, she thought, I was almost there again, when
will he let me finish? But she had the sense to push those
feelings aside and concentrate on the job at hand. It was finally
time for her last act she realized, and she resumed sucking him
with gusto as he supported himself on his hands, laying back and
watching her head bob in his lap. She was alert to the state of
his arousal, and wanted to time the action as best she could,
still trying to impress him with her effort. She left one hand
cupping his balls, and with the other gathered her hair in front
of her so it would be ready. When she felt him start to thrust
into her mouth and the head of his cock pulsate on her tongue,
she pulled her mouth away, and wrapped his cock in hair without
any wasted motion, so that in one move her lips left the tip as
the hair took over, driving down his shaft wrapped tightly in her
hands.

The first spurt almost dribbled out onto her hair, but the next
leaped out and splattered on her forehead, leaving a tail over
one eye, which she quickly squeezed shut. She moved her face to
avoid getting squirted in the other eye, and opened her mouth as
she had seen the women on the tape do, scoring a perfect hit as
his next spurt landed right between her lips, the last bit
draping over her lower lip and her chin. He grunted and flexed
his hips, thrusted into her hands full of hair, and shot another
stream that splattered on her neck and chest, decorating one
nipple as if a string of icing had been piped there. His last
spurts coated her hands and her tangled hair, and she brought up
more her tresses, burying his cock in a pile of hair as he fell
back on the bed and groaned. She continued to rub her hair over
his fading erection, ignoring the cum dripping from her face for
now.

The man was not surprised that she used her hair in that fashion,
nor that she pulled away and let him cum on her face. She had
been following the script he laid out with the tape all night,
and he had to admire her concentration, particularly in the state
he had deliberately left her in. He lay back and let her rub her
hair over his cock in ecstasy, feeling each hair roll over the
surface of his sensitive organ, an indescribable sensation. He
was spent and lay on the bed for awhile to recover. But it was
late, and he wanted to monitor the results of his experiment
before sleeping, so he sat up and reached for the towel, and
cleaned off the girl's face and body, pulling her hair through
the towel to clean most of his goo from it. Then he kissed her on
the cheek, and without another word, pulled her through the door
of her cell, slammed it shut and turned the wheel that ran the
locking rods into the wall. He flicked the light switch to her
cell off, and left her alone, angry as cats no doubt, he
snickered.

7. A change of rules

Crystal stood still where he had left her in the dark cell for a
moment, unable to see. She tentatively took a few steps forward
with her hands stretched out in front of her and bumped into the
bed frame, turning to sit and think. A peck on the cheek, she
fumed, that's all I get? Her guts ached with frustration from
being brought to a fever pitch over and over without being
allowed release. She noticed that the cell was not completely
dark, as the illumination from a small red pilot light on the TV
allowed her to make out the white bath appliances as her eyes
adjusted. She slurped water from her hands in the sink and used
the toilet. She considered taking a shower, but settled for
washing her face in the sink and wetting a corner of a towel to
wipe a couple of areas that were still a little sticky from his
cum, she supposed.

Afterwards she threw herself on the bed and buried her face in
one of the small pillows, sobbing to herself at how unfair he had
been to her. It occurred to her that the camera couldn't see in
the dark cell, and that the man had probably gone to bed, but she
didn't trust that line of thinking. He could have some sort of
camera that saw in the dark, she thought, so I'll be careful. She
turned over on her back and covered herself with the sheet, as
her hands dove straight between legs. She lifted her knees a bit
to tent the sheet so it wouldn't reveal the movements in her
crotch as she rubbed her pussy. She copied the movements the man
had made, holding her hand flat and running it up and down her
lips, then curving a finger inside to run along her hard
clitoris. She began lightly pumping her hips and one hand moved
to rub a nipple. She realized she was a bit dry, and threw off
the sheet, stepped quickly to the far wall, grabbed a bottle that
appeared to be lighter in color in the dim red light, and after
confirming it was body lotion, tucked some in her pussy lips,
hunching in the corner underneath the camera so it couldn't see
her. She almost leaped back on the bed to continue.

The man was watching of course, and laughed as he saw her clearly
in the infrared image run to the corner and then back to the bed,
guessing she had used the lotion. I can see you, he thought, and
the picture was very clear from the sophisticated electronics in
the system, though in black and white. Well, that was easy, he
thought. It had taken her all of five minutes after he left her
to be humping her hands on the bed furiously. She could see her
hips flexing up under the sheet and her head tilting back into
the pillow, a cloud of hair spread underneath her. He thought he
would let her hair grow for awhile, to she how she looked with it
hanging to her ass. It was wonderful stuff, soft and full of
body, and he loved to stroke it and grab it. His attention
returned to the screen as the girls knee's drew up wide under the
sheet, and he flipped on the audio feed, being rewarded by moans
from the girl's cell. He was watching from just outside the
pleasure room door, which was still open, on another monitoring
station that was built into a computer station. He had no
intention of allowing her to play with herself nightly in her
cell, and was waiting for the right time to intervene.

The air in the cell was warm, apparently too warm for the girl in
her heat, and she reached up to toss the sheet off her,
forgetting the camera. Both hands were now busy in her lap, her
knees spread wide, opening her inner pussy lips to view as her
fingers worked inside. She picked up the tempo and her head
tilted back into the bed, turning from side to side. He had
learned what he wanted to know, the girl had become a little sex
machine in less than two days, and he wondered what other talents
lay undeveloped in her young mind. I was pretty easy on her
today, he thought. She's overdo for a whipping, let's step up the
pace a bit tomorrow. He would have most of the afternoon and
evening free, and started to plan her next day as he walked back
to her cell door and quietly as possible turned back the bolts.
He retrieved a soft, flexible leather tawse from a drawer, and
got it ready in his right hand. He ripped the door open as he
flipped on the light switch, and the girl gasped and pulled her
hands from her lap, sitting up in bed as he strode forward and
began lashing her with the divided flat tip of the tawse strap,
all over her body from her legs to her puffy nipples. As the girl
twisted in the bed to avoid the blows, he belted her back, ass
and thighs as she curled up against the wall.

``New rule,'' he said, putting the tawse on the bed and pulling
her over to face him. ``You will not give yourself pleasure
unless I order you to''. The girl was sobbing and tears rolled
down her checks, but she managed a strangled ``yes sir'' in
response. He sat on the bed and held her in his arms, stroking
the pink patches left by the tawse, which he hadn't really used
with much force. The man enjoyed cuddling and soothing his girls,
just as much as brutalizing them in some novel fashion for his
pleasure. The previous captives had become docile, cowed so much
by fear of punishment that they ended up lacking much of a
personality, taking pain and pleasure as he doled it out for his
own delight, not that they weren't fun to abuse in that state. He
sensed that this girl understood he was going to take what he
wanted from her come what may, though her performance tonight
demonstrated that she believed she might have some control if she
played her cards right. But what really set her apart was her
longing for attention to her own pleasure. He could see she had
been miffed at being left unsatisfied at every turn this evening,
and he guessed that she felt her efforts had not been
appreciated, though she was wrong. He was very impressed with
her, especially given her age and the short time she had been in
training, but he was setting her standards high.

She was calming down now, sniffling a little, but no longer
crying. He picked his time and informed her of the second part of
the rule. ``In the future you may ask me by saying ``please
sir'', do you understand?'' The girl mumbled a ``yes sir'' in
response, shivering in his arms a little, as he stroked her
flanks and bottom and kissed her on top of her head. The girl
looked up at him and then cast her eyes down and blushed deeply,
and he heard the softest sound, a little wisp of air from her
lips, ``please sir.'' He smiled in triumph, and without replying
he laid her out on the bed with her legs spread. She was still
wet between her thighs, and he cradled her head in one arm while
his left hand massaged her privates, laying beside her. The
girl's left hand reversed over and began to stroke his cock
lightly as she closed her eyes and lay back. She wasn't
responsive for a few minutes but gradually began to warm up
again.

Crystal was just beginning to feel the first wave of orgasm
coming up her body as the lights suddenly blinded her and blows
began raining down. At first she didn't know what was happening,
but the pain from the tawse quickly cleared her head and she
twisted to avoid the leather strap from biting into her tender
areas. One of the blows struck a nipple right between the two end
flaps of the tawse, and she yelled out in pain. She rolled over
and the straps began slapping her ass and back as she curled up.
When it ended, she heard the man's new rule and replied more or
less mechanically. But when he told her she could make the
request, adding one more word to her allowed vocabulary, she
believed she was saying the ``please sir'' only because he wanted
her too. Let's not get whipped, she thought, speaking to other
half of her mind that was still trying to deny her nature. She
opened her legs to him and he began to rub between them, though
she was in no mood to respond. Thinking things through, she moved
her left hand over to feel his cock, which had stiffened from his
excitement at hitting her with the tawse, and she tried to relax
and let herself warm to the treatment. I better, she thought, or
he might get mad. So she closed her eyes and concentrated on her
inflamed pussy. But I don't really want him to touch me, she lied
to herself, settling the argument for now.

Within a few minutes she was breathing deeply again, and as he
rubbed around her clit she opened her mouth and began to pant
softly. The man was amazed at her response, thinking that it was
unlikely the girl would be able to get back into the mood after
being interrupted and lashed with the tawse. Just the
embarrassment of being caught masturbating he thought would be
enough to turn her cold, but here she was, pumping her hips up to
meet his hand and turning her head back and forth in his arms.
This girl was a gift from the Gods, he thought. He realized how
lucky he had been to capture her, instead of one of the other
young girls in the home. To have this kind of freedom with any
under-aged girl would be a luxury, but this girl was something
else. Soon she was thrashing in the throes of pleasure, as he
allowed her to cum several times, even bending to suck and lick
her cunt at the end, though it was tasting a little musty by that
time. He left her curled up in her afterglow, switched off the
lights, locked the doors and went upstairs to clear up some
domestic chores and sleep.

Crystal was lost in a sea of warm waves spreading from between
her legs, and as the man bent down to take her pussy in his
mouth, she felt elevated to some new level of reality, a world
without body in which only light and sensation existed. After he
left, she rolled over and fell instantly to sleep, sheets wrapped
up in her feet and her tangled hair draped over her face, as a
finger moved up inside her mouth. She lay in a fetal position
sucking the finger, looking more a like a child again as she
slept.