CRYSTAL'S FIRST WEEK

BY CLEM KADDIDLEHPPER

Part 4

1. Rise and shine

The girl was in her cell cleaning her pussy as he instructed, as
the man poured some bran flakes for her breakfast. She needs some
roughage, he thought, and he looked forward to allowing her to
prepare her own meals, probably soon. He had business and errands
to take care, but planned to devote some time to her tonight.
More roughage, he grinned, of a different sort; rough her up
good, he thought, see if she maintains. The previous night had
been most entertaining, but he longed to enjoy some torment, and
the girl was the only target available. He thought again about
having another captive for both of them to play with, and
wondered how their relationship might change. For now, she's the
slave, he thought, and tonight I'm the slavemaster.

The girl didn't seem to be taking things for granted, and
remained standing in her cell after she was done, hands and eyes
down. He reached out and rather roughly grabbed her pussy, and
the girl twitched, but did not move from her stance. ``Come out
an eat before your cereal gets soggy,'' he said, and let the girl
walk out in front of him, his hand feeling her bottom bounce as
she walked. The girl ate in silence, glancing at him once or
twice as she drank her juice. She seemed to sense that the light
mood of the previous evening was not a given, and he once again
admired her quick wits. When she finished he led her back into
her cell and pulled her onto the bed, working quickly, not quite
manhandling her, but being forceful. He arranged her on hands and
knees on the edge of the bed and retrieved some lubricant from
the kitchen.

He pushed the girl down to lie on her chest with her ass sticking
into the air, her pussy lips thrust out from behind, and he
paused a few moments to play with her. He then squatted down and
examined her pussy once again. The hymen area was a little pinker
and smoother than the surrounding flesh, but appeared to be
completely healed. Tomorrow, he thought, wait one more day, but a
little taste wouldn't hurt.

The idea made his cock come alive, and it was more than ready as
he stood in back of the girl and played the tip over her pussy
lips, gathering some lubricant. He had built the bed to be at the
right height for this kind of action, and the girl's passage was
positioned perfectly for his cock. Here's Johnny! he laughed to
himself, and buried the head between her lower lips, just
penetrating the girl. She rolled her head over to the side,
obviously aware something significant was going on behind her,
and he slowly eased forward, just a fraction of an inch at a
time. The girl raised her head and made a little squeaking noise;
``ohhh,'' she cried, as his cock was about half way in, then
groaned a little as he continued the impalement. Her cunt was as
tight as it could be around his shaft and still permit movement,
and he rocked very slowly back and forth, moving no more than an
inch in and out.

The sensation was breathtaking, and he could feel the folds of
her pussy expand and contract over his head. He had a strong urge
to begin pistoning himself in the girl, but held himself back.
``You feel me inside?'' he asked, and the girl responded ``yes
sir.'' ``Try and squeeze me with your pussy, just like you do
with your hand.'' He stayed still in the girl, his cock throbbing
at the sensation, enjoying the sight of his shaft between her
lips. He felt the girl try to work her muscles, but she had no
experience and couldn't really coordinate her actions. Once she
did nip at him, and he held his breath at the feeling, being
gripped strongly by warmth and wet. ``That was it,'' he said,
``did you feel that? I want you to work on that. Insert your
finger today and try to squeeze and release it, and we'll try
again later,'' he told her, pulling out at last with a sucking
sound. ``You need some exercise, let's get you on the treadmill
before I leave.''

The walker was angled into the corner behind the punishment area,
and next to it was a compact weight bench. The girl put on a
sweat band, socks and running shoes he had selected for her, and
when she was done he led her to the machine and told her to grab
the rails. The machine had a safety clip attached to a string
that would shut it off if she stumbled or fell, and he carefully
attached it to her right nipple, not wanting to damage the skin.
The girl hissed in her breath and a tear fell down her cheek at
the discomfort. He turned the machine on and set the elevation at
the maximum 10%, and punched the speed up to 3 miles per hour,
forcing the girl to start walking at a reasonable clip. When she
seemed set, he went to the kitchen to fetch a black leather
riding crop, and seeing the tip was a little stiff, massaged some
oil into it.

He walked back over to the girl and moved the speed up to 4.5,
which forced her first to walk fast and then to break into a run
as the speed rose. He settled in behind her and enjoyed the sight
of her flesh bouncing as she ran, especially her lush bottom,
which he proceeded to tap with the crop in time to her motions.
The girl was getting the feel of working with the machine, so he
turned it up to 5.0 and the girl was really running now,
breathing through her mouth and gripping the bars. He turned up
the heat on the riding crop as well, slapping her bottom and
thighs with the leather flap. The girl maintained the pace for a
couple of minutes, but was out of shape and began to struggle,
gasping for breath and perspiring. The man knew she could do ten
minutes at that speed with a broken leg, it was just her muscles
complaining to the brain that caused her distress, so he belted
her good with the crop, ``keep running, this is nothing, only ten
minutes today.'' He saw her glance down at the readout on the
machine, which just turned over 4 minutes.

At 6 minutes the girl was in real difficulty, her lungs obviously
burning from the effort. The man just laughed at her, slapping
her legs with the crop. She almost stumbled and fell, but managed
to recover briefly before losing her footing, her feet pulled out
from under while she tried to grab the bar. The clip pulled from
her nipple and the machine shut down. ``Bullshit!'' the man
yelled, and had her in the punishment straps as the girl was
still catching her breath. He put the bit between her teeth and
the girl started to sob and wail, knowing she was going to catch
it this time. He slipped the butt plug in quickly and strapped
her in the girdle, laying the first hit on her ass and enjoying
the usual results, the girl screaming and convulsing from the
pain, peeing into the basin. He never tired of this, and didn't
wait for her to recover before the final four strokes came in
quick succession, the girl slumping in the restraints as it
ended.

He had to carry her back to the machine while she was still
sobbing, and stood her up while she grabbed the bars, putting the
safety clip on the other nipple this time. ``You did just under 7
minutes, but we'll penalize you for the fall. Four minutes left,
run!'' He turned the machine on and set the speed at 3, the girl
desperately trying to regain her control. When she was walking
reasonably well he moved the speed to 4 and she settled into a
labored jog. He pushed it to 5 and resumed tapping on her ass,
now bright red from the caning. He could hear her cry out a
little as she breathed, thinking she probably couldn't do this,
so he encouraged her, ``ignore the pain, just run. You could
easily do another ten minutes at this speed. Run or be whipped,
your choice.''

The girl managed to regain her pace, breathing in great gasps and
gripping the bars for her life as her feet pounded away on the
belt, while he did the same on her thighs. She almost stumbled at
the end, anticipating that time was running out, but made it to
the 4 minute mark, and he set the speed down to a fast walk to
let the blood flow out of her legs. ``I told you,'' he said as
she regained her breath, ``did you think I would order you to do
something I knew you couldn't manage?'' When she seemed
recovered, he wiped her down and moved her to the weight bench,
making her do curls while he selected more weight bars from the
stack attached to the pulleys to see what she could take.
Satisfied, he set her up to do leg thrusts and again used the
riding crop to mark her progress. She labored to complete the
set, sweating and gasping at the pain from her muscles, but
obviously she realized that her legs weren't hurting as much as
her bottom would if she failed.

When he led her into her cell she was a mess, smelly from sweat
and fear, tangles of hair wet on her forehead. He set a tape up
on the shelf along with a couple of sandwiches, and spent a few
minutes enjoying spreading lotion on her bright pink bottom
cheeks and legs, while she stood passively. That was fun, he
thought, but he was really looking forward to the evening. He
thought of the cat o' nine tails lashing her body, and he smacked
her hard on the bottom and locked her in for the day.

2. Whips and chains

Crystal was beat by the work on the machines, and mentally
drained by the terrible whipping, harder this time. She welcomed
the hot shower, and stayed in until her fingers pruned up. She
dried herself off and brushed her teeth, thinking about the night
to come. She was sure they were going to play pain games again,
and she shuddered, fearful of what the man could do to her. I
don't think he'll damage me, she thought, remembering the
branding scene in yesterday's movie, but he doesn't mind hurting
me. She cried for a few minutes, feeling a fresh sense of the
helplessness of her position, wondering how she would ever get
out.

After feeling sorry for herself for awhile, she grew bored with
the plain surroundings of the cell, and put the video in the
machine. The scenes were not what she wanted to see, women being
whipped and tormented in a variety of settings. The first
sequence involved a pretty young girl with very long brown hair,
being whipped by a young, tattooed man while bound against a
wall. The whip was made of many leather strips, and the girl
cried little yips and squeaks every time it landed with a
slapping sound. Her skin was marked all over with many red lines
from the whip, and every now and then the man applied what
appeared to be oil on her back and bottom before returning to the
whipping. She couldn't tell if it was real or not until the video
flipped to a later image of the girl whipping her own pussy with
the same loud slapping sounds, obviously not being hurt.

The next scene involved a girl being waylayed in the countryside,
stripped and tied up by two men, and hit on her bottom and
breasts with their belts as a stick was shoved up her. The film
included a slow-motion sequence of the girl's fleshy bottom
quivering like jello as the belts landed. Later the same girl was
tied up inside, and her breasts lifted on chains attached to
nipple clips. It was clearly painful, as tears rolled down her
face, but again it was obvious that no one was really hurting
her. It went on like that; a plump blonde girl was tied up and
slapped between the legs with a leather strap; another woman was
suspended from the ceiling by a belt around her waist while a man
in a mask waved candles under her breasts and slapped them; two
women were suspended together from ropes around their
stretched-out breasts, rings in their pussies connected by a
chain; a slim blonde with a large bosom was hung by her wrists
and whipped; candle wax was poured over an oriental girl in a
cage; a girl with a shaved pussy was hung by her legs and arms
from a sling while a man whipped her between the legs; a girl was
locked into a frame with a machine pushing a rubber dildo in and
out of her behind while she was whipped; a pretty brunette was
hung by her legs, flailed and left with the whip handle pushed in
her vagina; clamps, clothes pins, bondage of all sorts, it went
on and on for hours.

Crystal thought about what she was seeing. Besides being rather
tawdry, badly acted and filmed, she knew that the video clips
were supposed to impart lessons, and she thought she knew what
today's were. First, she was supposed to be reassured, that while
he obviously planned to perform some of these sorts of games with
her tonight, she wasn't really going to be physically hurt.
Second, that she was to be an actress of sorts, living out the
part of a frightened young thing being tortured by a dominant
master, eyes wide in terror as he ruthlessly whipped and abused
her. She considered if she could keep a straight face under such
circumstances, but she figured the man would take care of that;
doubtless what he had planned would hurt a lot more than the
women in these films had experienced. She decided that she would
act more or less naturally, maybe a little innocent and scared,
and would allow herself to vocalize her pain. She realized the
goal was to please him as always, and to avoid making a mistake
that would result in real torment.

She finished the silly book he had left, thinking that both
Justine and Juliette deserved to be punished severely just for
being so lame. She wondered what a convent would be like, and
decided she probably would rather be here. Knowing that the night
was going to be rough, she lay down to nap as best she could.

3. Frenzied

The man finished his work and turned one light on in the girl's
cell. He was tempted to have her prepare her ass, as using it
while she was tied up would have been fun. Give it a rest he
thought, there will other times. He was working as she prepared,
screwing eye bolts into recesses in the ceiling, and hanging
restraints from them. He laid out a tarp on the carpet to catch
dripping wax and any accidents with other fluids, and brought in
a stool and a bench, like a sawhorse padded with leather. Finally
he set up a table with his tools; clamps, whips, wires, candles,
belts and many other implements of restraint and pain. He was
anxious to get started, and planned to tie the girl up
immediately, without giving her dinner. When her time was up he
opened her door and stood aside.

The man watched as the girl moved past him to take her position
outside the door. She didn't look up at all, he thought. He
glanced at her as he replaced the towels and toiletries. She was
quivering slightly, a frightened look on face, her legs unsteady.
He knew her better by now to think she really was all that scared
by the action on the tape. He had used another video with the
previous captives the first time, clips from sleazy movies about
concentration camps and the like, a lot of stage blood and
simulated deaths; women being stabbed, burned, whipped, hung,
their nipples cut off, shot, beheaded and so forth. The purpose
of that video was to frighten, and it worked, the girls
practically peeing themselves before he touched them. He knew
that wouldn't have been effective with this girl.

So he told her the truth, showing her soft videos from Nuwest and
the like, women really being hit, but of course not hard enough
to do any damage; they were just playing for the camera after
all. The girl was acting the role, the innocent little child
facing the dungeon, just at the point where she realizes the hot
irons in the fire were for her flesh. What was remarkable about
the girl was her ability not to be caught acting, because she
wasn't. She could make you believe, because she was able to make
herself believe. He imagined her being seduced by a wealthy
middle-aged woman, opening the young girl to her repressed
desires for another woman, which really would manifest; or with a
jaded, worldly sophisticate fallen madly in love, who believed
that she needed him, wanted him, because she really would, for
awhile. They would shower her with riches with no regrets, even
after she left them, because always in everything at the core of
her was something real; her desire.

He believed it was her destiny to take what she wanted from the
world, and he wondered how her life would have developed if she
had been left alone. He could feel her power working on him, and
even though he recognized it, he gave in and believed. The sight
of her standing by the door, her eyes downcast and her legs
trembling filled him with desire to torment the girl, tie her up
and whip her into screams. He lusted to see her hanging by her
arms, and hurried his preparations, his cock erect and throbbing.
It was ironic that her gift was going to cause her even more
pain.

When he was done, he grabbed her by the arm and led her to the
ropes, cuffing her wrists and pulling the ropes through the
pulleys to dangle her from the ceiling, the girl moaning a little
when she was suspended. He picked up the cat o' nine tails and
felt the leather strips to be soft and ready, then pushed her
hair in front and spread baby oil over her back, bottom and legs
to keep the leather from biting. He paused for a moment to
appreciate the image of her hanging, waiting for what she knew
would come, and then went to work, swatting her with the cat all
over her back, the whip covering her skin with red marks as the
girl squealed and cried from the sting. As the cat picked up some
oil from her body it landed more solidly, with the satisfying
sound of leather hitting girl skin.

He reached for the other ropes and shackled her ankles in padded
straps, lifting them to the ceiling as he lowered her arms,
cuffing them behind her back, her hair brushing the ground. He
used the cat between her legs, oiling her pussy well, the whip
making a moist sound as it bit her lips and inner places. The
girl cried out and struggled in her bounds, making his lust soar
as he switched to slap at her crotch with the riding crop.

The man untied one leg, leaving her dangling by a single ankle,
and tied her foot to her wrists, forcing her to open her legs
wide. He selected the cat and whipped her pussy from above, and
she squealed and yelled out in pain, hardly being able to move
her body trussed up in that fashion, open to the punishment. He
gave her a couple more swats and enjoyed the feel of her warm
pussy, which was growing wet.

The girl was playing the part to the hilt, moaning and squealing
in all the right places, partly because it really did hurt, but
she avoided piercing the facade by speaking or reacting to the
situation as it really was. Her reactions to the torments only
inflamed him more, and he went into a frenzy of activity, moving
from one scene to the next in succession, breathing hard.

He lowered her down and tied the other leg back, leaving her
hog-tied on the floor. He lit a candle and played ``bomb's
away'', standing over her and trying to make the candle drip on a
specific target, usually her nipples and clitoris as she squirmed
and cried.

He untied her legs and placed her ankles in cuffs, tossed her
over his lap on the bed and proceeded to spank her bottom,
opening her cheeks and hitting her on the inside curves with a
leather paddle.

He hung her up by her wrists and clipped wires to her inner pussy
lips attached to a model railroad rectifier, zapping her with the
12-volt DC electricity by using the speed control, varying the
pain up and down as she thrashed her legs in the air, as if
trying to rub away bees stinging her privates.

He tied her feet and hands together and stood her up with her ass
in the air, paddling her bottom with his hands, first swatting
one cheek and then the other from below, lifting them up as he
hit her, laughing as they bounced.

He tied her on a stool with her hands behind her and slapped her
nipples with multiple thongs of leather attached to a stick.

She lay on a padded sawhorse while he belted the backs of her
legs.

He hung her by her wrists on a swivel and whipped her body from
the side, making it spin in front of him, presenting a new
surface to the strokes each time.

He tied a rope around her waist and between her legs, pulling on
it against her clitoris.

He tied her upside down, legs spread with a bar and put clips on
her pussy lips, removing them by whipping her until they fell
off.

He put clothespins on her nipples, and listened to her cry out in
pain as he removed them, the blood returning and unleashing the
pain from the sensitive tissue.

Her nipples were wrapped in rubber bands and slapped.

He put a ring clamp in her mouth and swung her from her feet with
his cock being pushed in and out of her mouth.

Once, briefly, he entered her pussy with his cock again, as she
hung from the ceiling by her wrists and ankles, legs spread wide,
but then he was out, and the whip fell on her tummy and legs. But
the man did not cum, nor allow her to, and he left her whimpering
and sore in her cell, throwing her on the bed and flipping out
the lights without another word.

The man stood outside her door, resting against it for a moment,
not wanting to start the job of cleaning up and putting away to
equipment. The girl had been fantastic, squealing and moaning in
all the right places, twitching and struggling in the restraints
erotically. It was good, and he would do it again, maybe not in
such a rush to experience everything at once with her. But he
didn't feel as fulfilled as he normally did after such sessions.

Part of it was holding himself back from cumming, and he felt
like opening her door, taking her forcefully, while the marks of
the whippings were still on her body. But he was tired and there
was work to do, and he didn't want to spoil the next night. But
he knew he was also kidding himself. He admired this girl,
worshiped her really, and he wished it had been some other victim
hanging from the restraints, absorbing his lust for abuse. He
thought about it some more, then sighed and got busy.

3. Crying in tongues

Crystal woke up a couple times during the night, restless. As she
drank water and relieved herself she rubbed her hands over
various places he had hit, and found no particularly damage at
all, nothing sore or raw. Her skin felt a little hot from being
hit, but she stretched and flexed her limbs, and everything
seemed normal. The session had seemed endless to her, being
shuttled from one place to another, tied and untied, suspended
and beat until her mind was spinning. Nothing was sharply
painful, but she had been abused for hours without hardly a
pause, except when he had taken pictures of her or tied her at
the punishment basin to pee.

She sat on the bed and listened to her stomach growl, not having
eaten the previous night. She glanced at the shelves as if she
might have left something uneaten, and noticed something dark
sitting on a towel. She stared at it for a moment, then got up to
see; it was a package of cupcakes, something she had eaten only a
couple of times in her life. She picked them up and went back to
bed, but rather than eat them she started to cry.

She lay in bed sobbing and thought about how the man treated her
and became angry again. The man was like a beast, she thought,
using me any way he wants, even though I've tried very hard to
please him. He beats me all night and throws me a bone to make up
for it. Her hunger got the better of her temper, and she lay on
her side and tore the package open, eating them slowly, savoring
the sweet moist cakes. She thought of the time with him that had
been pleasant, indeed more so, intensely fulfilling. She
considered her life in the home, only a week before, and it
seemed dull and lifeless. She was confused by what happened to
the way she use to think and believe. She shrugged off the
thoughts, and pulled the sheets around her, finding sleep again
at last in spite of the sugar high.

She woke up the next morning as the man opened her cell door. ``I
cooked some breakfast, you must be starved, get up and wash and
come out.'' Seeing him, her anger and hurt returned and she
rolled over showing the man her back. She began to sob, pulling a
pillow over her head, saying ``go away'' as clear as if she had
spoke it, heedless for the first time of the threat of being
punished.

The man sat next to her on the bed and put his hand on her
shoulder, rubbing it gently. He pulled her up from the bed and
sat her next to him, his arms around her shoulder, while she kept
her hands tucked in her lap with her legs closed, eyes down,
streaming tears. He and was silent for a moment, and then bent
down to kiss her hair, whispering soft nothings in her ear,
telling her she was a special girl. She suddenly felt herself
break down and burst into tears, burying her face in her hands as
the man held her head to his chest and stroked her hair. She
wanted to yell at him, if I'm special then why do you hurt me? He
kissed her again and laid her down on the bed holding her while
she sobbed.

After awhile her need to cry ran out, and she sniffled as the man
wiped her face with a sheet. She looked up and connected with his
eyes for the first time, and he held her gaze until she blushed
and buried her face in his chest again. The look in the man's
eyes frightened her more than the pain he could inflict. It was
the look a man gives to the object of his desire, and she wasn't
ready for such emotions. She felt the man hug her again, stroking
her hair and back, and once again was able to control her
thoughts and feelings to her best advantage. She snuggled closer
and let her hands run through the hair on his chest and allowed
herself to enjoy being held. There's no point at all in this, she
thought. It can be a good day, he's in a good mood; encourage
him. She willed her hands down to his cock, possessing the gift
of being able to want to touch it, to desire feeling it in her
fingers.

The man kissed her on the lips and let his hand fall to her
bottom, and she opened her leg to let him feel the inside curve
of the cheek he liked to squeeze. He continued to kiss and lick
her lips, running his hands more vigorously over her, slipping
one hand down to rub her tummy and mound. She had never spoken
first to the man, but she felt the time was right, and she heard
herself quietly say, ``Put it in me, please sir.'' The man
stopped, and reached up to turn her face in his hands, holding
her gaze again, and pushing his hands between her legs, found her
warm, moist and willing. He first expressed surprise, and then
shook his head as if in acknowledgment, dropping his gaze. ``Men
will die for you,'' he said, and flipped her on her back,
spreading her legs and gently massaging her thighs, running his
hands down between them, as she rose to meet their touch.

Crystal lay back to enjoy his attention, and considered his
words. Will they indeed, she thought? Will I want them to? She
smiled a little and felt better, allowing herself to stay engaged
in the feeling of the moment. She wanted his cock inside her, and
submitting to her will, her body responded, the man's hands
raising her temperature as she felt her pussy beginning to come
alive. The man got up on his arms and lifted her knees back,
rubbing his cock between her legs as she reached down to help.
She didn't need to be rubbed, she wanted him inside, and she
guided the soft tip down and into her. The feeling of him
entering was perfect to her, his member sliding in easily, but
tightly filling her like a missing part of her anatomy. She heard
herself panting and moaning, and lifted her feet up to pull on
his bottom, urging him in.

The man gently moved with her, kissing her on the lips again, and
she returned it. The feeling of their tongues inside her mouth
made her giggle, and she couldn't stop for a minute, starting the
man laughing as well. ``It is kind of weird, isn't it?'' he
asked. But when he did it again it felt natural and she wrapped
her arms around his neck, wanting to merge with him, deeply
impaled. She felt the man moving in her, but not stroking in and
out as he had done with her ass. ``Later,'' the man said, reading
her thoughts as if they were printed on her skin. ``Let's eat, I
have to leave for the day.'' She concentrated hard and succeeded
in nipping at his cock with her pussy as he withdrew it, and he
laughed again. ``I'll look forward to more of that tonight.''

4. Lessons and letdown

The day flew by for her, with two books and the usual video to
absorb. The first book was called ``The Joy of Sex'', which was a
general manual of sexual play, and the other a photo manual with
text describing over a hundred positions for intercourse, all
with the man's penis in the model's vagina. She guessed that
meant she was ready to be used in that fashion and wondered how
it would feel compared to her bottom. He had been inside, but
hadn't really moved it in and out. It had felt ``right'' somehow
to her, like it should be. She knew she was being naughty for
wanting more of it, and wondered if it made any difference if she
was. So I'm a nasty girl, she thought, turning it over in her
head; nasty Crystal.

He had left her a few Oreos along with her lunch, just one
sandwich today. She ate half the sandwich and a cookie, watching
the tape, which consisted of four hours of men and women having
sex, endless sequences of attractive studs with huge cocks
plunging into vaginas of all different sorts, usually belonging
to women with large breasts not bestowed by nature. She wasn't
surprised at the immense penises anymore, all the men seemed to
be giants, but was amazed at the different shapes and sizes of
the pussies, and the way their insides varied. She bent over to
consider her own, and decided that it was well shaped in
comparison to some of the sloppy lips she had seen. She had
become aroused by the books and tape, and wished she could lie
back and feel herself, but she knew that was out of the question.

The lesson from the materials today was obvious, learn to
``fuck'', as most of the people on the tape called it. She
giggled at one women being taken from behind as the man grabbed
her hair, saying ``fuck me, fuck me'' over and over, countless
times, conveying her sexual state by the emphasis she gave the
words; ``fuuccckk meeee,'' as she shivered and moaned, and then
``FUCK ME, FUCK ME!'' as the man pounded into her with slapping
noises. I hope I don't look that silly, she thought, and I'll
never, ever say ``fuck me.'' She giggled some more as the blonde
women continued her mantra while the man humped away. She was
surprised at how vigorously they were coupling, and thought her
ass would have been rubbed raw if the man had thrusted that hard.
Apparently pussies could take more punishment.

She looked over the photo manual again and tried to adopt all the
poses, some of which were very uncomfortable, and required
greater arm strength than she possessed. She practiced thrusting
back and forth, imagining the man's cock inside her as she moved,
trying to make sure she was holding her hips right. She looked
down at herself as she squatted on the bed as if he was
underneath, to see how her pussy lined up. Finally she did more
exercises with the toothbrush inside her instead of her finger,
trying to grip and release it with only her insides. She
remembered the scene in the film where the stage performer smoked
a cigarette with her pussy, and now she could imagine how it was
done. I'm basically doing the same to the toothbrush, she
thought, and giggled at the sight of it pulsing in and out of her
as she leaned over to watch.

She napped lightly on the bed, impatient for the man to arrive,
thinking about how mean he was to her last night, and hoping he
would be equally as loving this night. She was fully asleep when
the tone sounded on the speaker, but she sprang up quickly from
bed to get ready. She started the shower running and went for a
towel before noting that two green lights were on above the door.

Her confidence was shattered by the lights. It meant she had to
undergo the torment of the enema procedure, which was almost
agony, and it meant the man was going to use her ass. She didn't
mind being taken there, it could be quite exciting if he was
gentle, but she had been counting on being loved tonight, not
abused, and she rebuked herself for being stupid and naive. She
buried her head in her hands and cried for a minute.

There was nothing to do but get ready, and time was short, so she
sniffed back her tears and sat on the toilet, pushing the nozzle
in and pressing the button on the fixture. The pain and
humiliation was there, but her sobs were especially for her
disappointment, and the procedure seemed to pass quicker than
before. She was still crying to herself when she stepped in the
shower, and it took her some time to compose herself for the man.
She didn't dare pout and resist his advances, she knew.

She considered the matter further as she towered her hair. He was
going to use her pussy tonight, of that she was sure, and mostly
in a loving way. His manner that morning was that of a father
soothing his daughter's troubles. He had kissed her when he left,
patted her bottom tenderly, and he had left cookies for her
lunch. And she knew the quantity of water from the hose had been
less, she was positive about that, and perhaps the waiting time
was shorter. The man had turned it down a notch, she thought, the
procedure now being less for torment that his desire for
cleanliness, of which she was well aware by now.

The more she thought about it, the more she was sure that the two
green lights were intended to be another sort of signal. The man
did intend to love her that night, but he was also telling her
that she was still his property, to be used as he saw fit. Or
maybe he just wanted her ass as well as her pussy, she mused. It
doesn't matter, she thought, and she calmed herself, sitting on
the bed waiting for the door to open. What would tonight bring?
Pain, pleasure, or both?

5. Flowers

The man returned home from shopping anxious to be with the girl.
The activities of the previous night and this morning left him
aching for release, and the prospect of straight sex with a
willing and eager ten year-old girl with a fully capable pussy
drove him crazy with lust, especially this girl. He already knew
it was going to be spectacular and was so distracted he almost
ran his car off the road at one point. I better relax, he
thought, or I'll cum before I get home.

As soon as he got inside he set off her preparation signal,
hitting both lights. He wanted all of her tonight, pussy and ass,
but he knew the girl would be upset. Tough, he thought, she's
still mine. Besides, he had adjusted the amount of water and the
timing so it wouldn't be that much of a torment, while still
doing more than an adequate job. The first two cleanings were for
fun, he chuckled.

The man had noted the girl's unfamiliarity with the Chinese food
he brought the other night, particularly the shrimp, so he was
sure she had never tasted more expensive fare. He decided her
palate needed to be educated, and brought home cold crab, fine
cheese and artisan bread for starters, and four large lobster
tails. He liked to treat his girls, it was some sort of
compensation for the abuse, and tonight would be special anyway.
He went downstairs and laid out the table while the girl finished
her preparations, setting a glass vase with flowers from his
garden by her plate, fragrant cupped bush roses, large and firm.
When the time was nearly up, he opened her door, and caught her
still toweling her hair. Before she could react he reassured her,
``just getting the hair dryer for you. Come here, you look
yummy.'' The girl dropped the towel and walked over to him, and
he met her with open arms, lifting and hugging her head to his
shoulder with his hands on her bottom. He set her down and gave
her a kiss, and the girl responded back. Good, he thought, she's
adjusted her mood. He handed her the dryer and went back to work
on the dinner. ``Come out when you're ready.''

He was working on the lobster tails when she came out. She
hesitated for a moment and then walked over to sit down at the
table. Let's get her tail into something, the man thought,
remembering his plans. He wiped his hands off and brought out a
pair of panties he thought would suit her, plain cotton with
little blue flowers. He interrupted the girl as she was sitting
down, and said, ``here, put these on first, you should be dressed
for dinner.'' The girl smiled, and took the panties from him,
holding them out in front of her, turning them over in her hands
as if she was considering purchasing them in a store. She stepped
into them and pulled them up slowly and evenly, smoothing them
over her crotch, then turned around and showed off her bottom
pertly, thrusting it out and letting her hair cascade down her
back while she adjusted the elastic. When she sat back down she
scrunched her bottom around in the chair as if testing how they
were to sit in, still smiling in a naughty way.

The heck with dinner, the man thought, his cock poking out
between his open robe. He knelt in front of the girl and spread
her legs, admiring the way the flowered panties hugged her
privates, and leaned down to kiss her full on the fabric just
above where he guessed her pleasure center lay. He stood up and
stroked her hair, and the girl spread his robe and teased his
cock with her fingers for a moment, finally sucking it into her
mouth slowly with her hands on his legs. He stuck his hands under
her hair and held her head as she played games with her mouth;
continuing to suck as she pulled away slowly, his cock pulling
out with a pop, and quickly engulfing him again so that he felt
nothing but air until her entire mouth formed over him at once.
Then she sucked his cock head between her lips, licking the end
as her little hand pumped the shaft, the other cradling his
balls. This was too much for now, and he pulled out and kissed
her on the forehead.

He reached down to the girl and grabbed the panties by the band,
pulling them under her bottom and down to her feet, spreading her
legs apart on the chair. He reached over for one of the roses, a
huge apricot David Austin, the petals swirling to meet in the
center. He tickled it under her nose and she laughed and smelled
the sweet fragrance. He then he did the same between her legs,
teasing her pussy lips with the soft petals as she pulled her
knees up and gripped the chair seat with a gasp. He pressed the
rose in firmer, spreading her lips and pulsing it in and out as
he wiped it up and down her inner lips, stopping over her clit
and rubbing the petals in. The girl was looking down at the scene
and breathing in little pants.

The rose started to come apart, and he gathered it up before it
disintegrated, picking another blossom, still furled into a soft
bud. He rubbed the tip softly over the girl's clit and then moved
it down to her entrance, pushing it inside as she held her
breath, just so the entire bud was engulfed, and the girl let out
her breath all at once, oohing and ahhing. He slowly turned the
rose inside her as he bent to lick her pussy, the smell of myrrh
in his nose. She came almost gently, a soft shudder that shook
her whole body at once, as she leaned forward and hugged his head
in her arms. He waited as she cooled down, removing the rose
before it fell apart inside her, and kissing her outer lips.
``Nice, we'll do that some more later. Go ahead and eat what you
like here while I fix dinner,'' he said, scooping up the spent
roses. ``This here is crab,'' indicating a bowl full of the sweet
meat.

He finished cleaning the lobster tails and warmed up a small
built-in oven under the counter, cutting up the meat and
returning it to its shell mixed with heavy cream, butter and
spices. When done, you could pick pieces of the meat out of the
shell, without having to pull the whole tail out to cut it up. He
glanced over at the girl as he worked, and saw she had pulled her
panties up and was brushing her hair back with her hands,
composing herself. Her watched her sniff at the crab meat, place
a leg piece in her mouth with a tentative look, and then chew it
with relish, going back for more. The girl had crunched through a
couple of large pink shrimp, and was working on soft cheese and
warm crusty bread when he pulled the tails from the oven and sat
a couple in front of her. ``This is lobster,'' he said, ``ever
had it before?'' The girl shook her head ``no'' and sniffed the
plate, wasting no time in getting a piece in her mouth. Ah yes,
the man thought, candy's dandy and liquor's quicker, but
expensive seafood really did the trick.

He sat back and enjoyed watching her eat, as he dove in himself,
savoring the hot buttery lobster chunks. ``Good, huh?'' he
offered, and the girl said ``yes sir,'' with a nod of her head
added for emphasis. The man finished his meal, and noticed that
the girl had eaten one of the tails, and was looking regretfully
at the other on her plate, as it was clear she was too full to
eat more. ``I'll save it for you, and the rest of it in the
refrigerator'', motioning to the other goodies on the table.
``From now on you live out here.'' The girl's eyes jumped to his,
and then dove back down to her lap for cover, a deep red flush
lighting up her face. ``Thank you sir,'' she said quietly,
apparently concluding she had the freedom to speak at that
moment. The man watched her sit for a minute, absorbing the new
situation. ``I know I can trust you,'' he said, ``to act in your
own best interest.''

The girl didn't appear to know what to say in reply, and he let
it go, getting up to clear the table. He turned around and almost
ran into her, bringing plates and food from the table to the
counter. Well, that didn't take her long, he thought. If she's
going to live here, I guess she figured she would help with the
chores. ``I'll get it,'' he said, ``go relax and digest, and I'll
join you in a minute.'' The girl left the dishes on the counter
and turned to consider where to go, quite obviously unsure of her
place. He helped her out, ``We'll lay the couch, turn on the TV,
if you can figure out the remote.'' The man thought she could
probably figure out just about anything, and soon heard the TV
come to life, various voices and music tracks in the air, the
channels changing as she fiddled with the buttons.

He finished up, grabbed a couple of cold pops and a joint and lay
back on the pillows next to her while she arranged herself in
response, laying down in back of his knees and draping a hand
over his lap, finding, and softly rubbing his cock with an open
hand. He realized that he didn't even think about her taking the
lead, he had come to expect it. He always had to order the other
captives to touch or suck him, not that he minded, it was fun to
treat them like slaves. He almost regretted that the girl wasn't
dull, so he could enjoy beating on her more. It helped if the
girls were clumsy or inept at following orders, the punishment
was more apt to the circumstance. This girl was so talented that
she was turning the tables on him. The more he considered it, the
more he was sure they needed another girl in the mix, some meek
little sobbing thing he could abuse with glee, while he lost
himself in sweet, intense sex with the girl. Besides, there were
the games girls could play together for his entertainment to
consider.

He came back to the moment, and saw she had succeeded in loading
the channel guide, and he ran through it while they relaxed,
watching a bit of this and that. He rubbed the girl's shoulder
and back and admired the way she looked, stretched out on the
couch, framed in the pretty panties. The food settled a bit, and
the man repeated the pot-smoking ritual, kissing the girl deeply
as they swapped the smoke back and forth. He left her dizzy on
the couch and exchanged the noisy TV for a long MP3 playlist of
melodic ambient music, creating a slow, dreamy mood for the
evening. ``Let's get into bed,'' he suggested, ``but first say
``please sir.'' She lowered her eyes and said the phrase,
obviously a little unsure. ``That will cover the night,'' he
explained, and she smiled, her eyes still hidden.

6. Hot and cold

The man guided her around the couch and sat on the edge of the
bed, leaving her standing in front of him. He reached out to
grasp the top of the panties and pulled them down very slowly,
enjoying the way they revealed her smooth, perfect mound and the
top crack of her lips, leaning down to place a kiss on the bare
white skin, then dipping his tongue down under the panties,
tracing the divide. He sat back and pulled them down further,
until the elastic was below her pussy, a bit of fabric still
covering the lower part of the lips. He pulled the panties down
her thighs and heard the sharp intake of his own breath as the
fabric remained stuck to her pubes, and then snapped down to meet
the rest of the panties, now bunched on her legs. He loved that
moment, and pulled them up to capture it again, bending over to
kiss her lips when it passed. He turned the girl around and
delighted to the sight of the panties moving over her bottom as
he pulled them down over the cheeks. The girl stood silently,
just as he wished. This was between him, her bottom and the
panties, and he didn't want to be interrupted.

He thought of an idea, and left her standing, panties rolled on
her thighs, while he retrieved a plastic vibrating egg and some
lubricant from the kitchen. The vibrator was smooth all over, and
was turned on by twisting it closed, so the entire egg could be
inserted inside. He walked past to her to the bed, giving her
bottom a squeeze on the way by, and sat back down in front of her
to lubricate the egg while she watched. She was already spreading
her legs as he reached for her, first stretching the panties
between them, and when that wasn't enough, squatting down a bit.
He twisted the egg shut and smeared the lubricant over one end as
it began to buzz, then slowly inserted it past her lips, enjoying
the way she squirmed and squeaked as the egg tickled her. When
the egg was half way in he put a little more lube on the end and
pushed it home. He felt it move past her opening and settle in
behind, held in the front of her canal. He straightened her up,
pushed her legs together and pulled the panties up tight.

The girl had obviously been taken aback at first, wondering what
game was up this time, but when she saw what he intended she went
along with the fun, giggling and moaning as the egg was inserted.
She now stood with her eyes closed, her hands on her hips and her
legs just apart as the sensation from the vibrator started to
have its effect. The man just enjoyed watching her stand there
for awhile, slowly heating up, squatting a little more and moving
her hands to her legs. ``Dance for me,'' he suggested, and the
girl giggled again, starting to sway her hips gingerly.

She moved a little stiffly at first, but soon accommodated her
motion to the intruder inside her, playing with the panties as
she danced, high on the pot. She bent over with her ass in his
lap and slowly pull them down, rubbed her bare bottom on his
cock, and then danced away, pulling the panties back up. Then she
turned around and used his erection to push the fabric between
the lips of her pussy, pumping up and down, rubbing his cock in
the fabric crack until he was mad for the feel of her. She made
it even more intense for him, pulling her panties just past her
pussy, and teased the tip of his cock by pulling herself apart
and grabbing at it with her bare lips. He raised up and reached
for her, but she pranced away naughtily, to play more peek-a-boo
games with the panties.

The vibrator was getting to her, and he noticed her squeezing her
legs together when she could, and rubbing herself while she
danced. She teased his cock again another way, pulling the
panties up between her ass crack and nibbling at it with her
cheeks, then doing the same from the front, surrounding his shaft
with her pussy lips and running them up and down the back of his
shaft. She pulled the panties up tight and quivered her hand to
make the fabric rub both his cock and her clit at once, as she
closed her eyes and groaned. He decided she had done well enough,
and knelt on the floor in front of her, pulled the panties down a
little and kissed her pussy, flicking his tongue up her inner
lips as his hands gripped her ass. He reached her clit and curled
the tip of his tongue around, and the girl came hrd from the dual
stimulation going on between her legs.

He let her finish as she held onto his shoulders, gently kissing
and licking her outer lips. He could hear the vibrator buzzing
inside her still, and thought it was time to take it out. cHe sat
back on the bed and pulled her to him, pushing the panties down a
bit more, and flattened out the fabric so it was stretched
underneath her, ready to catch. ``Let it come out,'' he said, and
the girl moaned and shifted her position, trying to figure it
out. ``Just relax and let it drop down, then squeeze it out.''
The girl worked on it for a few moments, then settled her feet
and held on to his arms, closing her eyes. He was watching the
show between her legs closely, and was rewarded by the sight of
the egg dropping down from her lips to land in the panties, and
he laughed. The girl opened her eyes and looked down, surprised
to see what was between her thighs, and giggled and blushed.

He put the egg aside, twisting it off, and pulled the flowered
panties up again, laying back on the bed, the girl following. He
lay with her for awhile as the cannabis peaked off in intensity
and started to mellow into the soft letdown state. She teased his
cock with her fingers, and he played with her in her panties;
feeling her bottom through the soft cotton, then tracing her
pussy lips, pushing the fabric down into the crease to mold her
lips, finally sliding his hand under the elastic and touching her
everywhere, his hand encased in panties. He sat up and moved off
the bed, pulling her legs to the edge and then up in the air,
grabbing the panties and pulling them off. ``In the chair,'' he
said, and the girl got up slowly, head drifting with the music,
and allowed him to set her kneeling in the soft recliner, ass up
in the air.

He walked into the kitchen and removed the dildo mold from the
freezer, running warm water over it to release the ice. It was
molded in the shape of a cock, except that there was a flat knob
on the end that would rest right up against her asshole when it
plunged inside. He pulled a large dry towel from a drawer, and a
moist towel he had wrapped in a microwave bread warmer. He went
back over to the girl, who still patiently waived her ass in the
air as she rocked a little in the chair. He felt the curve of her
cheeks, and then squirted some lube right in her bottom, causing
the girl to catch her breath in surprise. She relaxed again, as
she must have figured what was coming. He didn't disappoint her,
putting the tip of his cock to her opening, gradually sliding in
as she relaxed and groaned her pleasure. He ran himself all the
way in, enjoying the feeling of the girl rocking in the chair
with his cock sliding inside.

The man was pent up from the previous day, and couldn't stand too
much of this, wanting to save his cum for the girl's first time.
He held back for a minute or two, and then allowed himself to
fall out, quickly grabbing the ice wrapped in the towel and
substituting it up her ass for his cock. The dildo slid all the
way in easily, the girl not being on guard, until the base
snugged up against her, covering the opening. He slid the dry
towel underneath her and made himself ready, wrapping his cock in
the warm towel like a pig in a blanket.

It took the girl a few moments to realize something was wrong,
either because whatever was in her ass wasn't moving, or because
the cold sensation had been recognized by her nerves. She turned
her head around to face him, her hair whipping to the side, and
he explained, ``it's ice. Don't worry, it's not intended to
hurt.'' He heard her sharp intake of breath, no doubt remembering
her last encounter, and he saw the clear shaft begin to slide out
of her bottom. He pressed it back in and held it by the base,
twisting it around a little. The girl had raised herself up on
her arms, and was clearly tense, waiting for the sensation to
take hold.

Within a couple of minutes she appeared to be feeling discomfort,
and shortly thereafter her legs began to twitch as she gripped
the arms of the chair. At first she was silent, but gradually he
could hear her breathing increase and her head start to shake.
She began to moan and squeak a little, one leg crossing over the
other, trying to stand it. Just at that moment he pulled the ice
out, dropping it on the dry towel, and shoved his cock in her
ass, which was toasty warm from being in the nearly hot moist
towel. The sensation of moving his cock from warmth to the cold
of her bottom was incredible, and he couldn't move for fear of
bursting. The girl nearly screamed, and then moaned as her bottom
transmitted the feeling to her. They stayed locked together as
their temperatures met, the pleasure intense.

He withdrew, and left the ice to melt in the towel, picking up
the shaken girl and moving her to the bed. He laid her down on
her back and raised her knees to expose her pussy, wiping her
clean with the moist towel, which he replaced in the warmer. He
climbed over her, and kneeling right next to her with his feet at
her head, he leaned over and pushed his hands under her bottom,
kissing down her thighs to her pussy. In this position his cock
hung underneath him, and the girl tried to move her head
underneath. ``No, I couldn't take it,'' he said from between her
legs, ``just squeeze it a little and play with it, this is for
you.'' He took his time, tracing her lips with his tongue,
kissing them and sucking them into his mouth, tasting the warm
girl. Finally he leaned over and pushed the top of his head into
the bed while he lifted her ass, plunging his tongue into the
girl's pussy, this time for keeps.

He could curl the end of his tongue, and he did so, making it
appear almost like the tip of his cock, thrusting it in and out
of her with abandon. He felt the girl's hand stroking his cock
stop its motion, and then grip it like a handle as she stared to
come, over and over as he thrashed his tongue inside her, forcing
him to hunch his butt up to try and free it from her grip. It was
too much for her, and she squeezed her thighs together, pushing
him out. He acknowledged her wishes, and kissed her lightly on
the outside lips as she finished her orgasm, finally releasing
the grip on his cock and going slack, breathing hard.

He gave her time to time to recover, feeling her gradually
warming up as he began again, this time tracing the ridges of her
inner lips, up and around her clitoris hood and back down, all
the way to her ass and around it. He could feel her hand back on
his cock, stroking it gently this time, teasing the tip and
brushing lightly over his pubic hair, causing him to groan with
his mouth full of pussy. The girl was panting again and he felt
her hips thrusting lightly under his hands, so he increased the
sensations on her clit, working up from underneath and burrowing
under the front of her hood, pushing the skin way to expose some
of the hard nub underneath. He felt her left hand rubbing the
back of his head, urging him on, and he began to suck and lick
her, pushing his lips over the hood while his tongue flicked her
clit. Again the girl moaned and bucked, and then began to squeal
as he continued to suck her through her orgasm. Again she pulled
away, and he kissed and licked her legs and tummy, allowing her
to come down.

He gave her a final kiss on the pussy lips and climbed up to lay
with her, tracing his tongue over and around her smooth, puffy
nipples as she trembled. He spent some time sucking and licking
each one in turn, while she held his head in her hands. He
reached over and tilted her head up to drink some water, and
rubbed her back from behind as she held the glass. He lay back
down with her and held her to him for a moment. ``It's time'' he
told her, ``but play with me for awhile first, make me want it
even more.''

He lay back on the bed and propped his head up on pillows so he
could enjoy the show, and the girl went to work, sucking and
teasing his cock, using all her moves; flicking the head with her
tongue, whipping it with her hair, squeezing it with the tips of
her fingers, even batting her eyelashes over the very tip, which
made him laugh out loud. She did something new this time, using
one nipple and then the other, rubbing just the tip of them all
over his cock, starting from the base and working up to the head.
The feeling of her smooth puffies on the front slope of his tip
made his cock swell and throb until he could hardly take it. She
ended by hugging it against her face, smiling at him. He motioned
her to come up on top of him, and saw her eyes light up as she
understood. ``Go ahead,'' he told her, ``keep it very slow.''

7. The girl and her man

Crystal was in the mood for love, the man having shown every sign
that he was going to make up for the frenetic bondage session of
last night, not that she expected there would be no further such
occasions. She knew the man liked to hurt her, but she hoped he
would grow to enjoy this kind of fun more. Everything was going
her way tonight, she thought; the dinner, the pot-smoke
smooching, which she grown to crave, even the ice game. She had
expected it to be painful, but the man was true to his word, and
the experience had been thrilling. She remembered the feeling of
his warmth in her cold ass and tingled, as she teased the man
until his cock throbbed.

When the man gave her the sign, she straddled his hips with her
legs and sat down tentatively on his erection, guiding it into
her pussy. She felt the head tickling her inner lips, and then
making contact with her flesh as she corrected the angle and
found her hole. She could feel the head slipping past the
entrance and then swelling to fill the passage behind. The girl
was in rapture as she slowly sunk down on it, until her bottom
resting on his legs, her hands on her knees as she squatted. He
helped hold her up as she shifted her position to get as
comfortable as she could on her knees, and she leaned forward on
her hands and began to move hips up and down, a little clumsy at
first.

The man lay back and shut his eyes, and she concentrated on
feeling him inside her lubricated pussy, every bit of his cock
engulfed in warm wet vagina that was as tight as a sock. She
began to get the rhythm and slowly worked up and down his shaft,
her eyes closed and a smile on her face that said this is the way
sex was suppose to be. She began to move faster, but the man
grabbed her by the bottom and set the pace with firm pressure.
She didn't want him to cum yet either, and understood he was
telling her that if she moved even a bit faster he would explode
into her. She relaxed and gave into the feeling of being filled
without trying to build to her pleasure.

The man could just reach her nipples if he lifted his head, and
they tingled and glowed as he sucked one between his lips and
then the other as her chest rose and fell from her breathing.
They stayed like that for a long time, and twice she came impaled
on him, letting the sensation build up on its own and spill over.
Her legs were tired from the strain and her pussy was starting to
dry out just a little, but as usual the man anticipated her
feelings and changed gears.

He lifted her off by her waist, tossed her on the bed next to him
playfully, and she laughed as she bounced on the bed. He took a
sip of water and delivered it to her mouth, releasing it into her
as they kissed, causing her to giggle like a little girl doing
something naughty, which she was; naughty, nasty little Crystal,
she thought to herself. His slipped some lubricant into her from
the same bottle he usually used, and pulled her knees up,
climbing on top and entering her quickly, keeping his weight off
her with his arms. He glided into her with practiced ease, giving
the upper parts of her pussy a little push every time he bottomed
out, and she lay her head back and shut her eyes, feeling the
familiar wave rise from her insides.

As she came again, she lifted her feet to press on his butt and
threw her arms around his neck, and he stopped thrusting while
her pussy spasmed and gripped his cock. When she collapsed back
on the bed he resumed his slow, intense strokes and she groaned
in delight, her pussy slick around him, expanding and contracting
as his cock moved in out. She wanted more, and he provided,
plunging into her as far as the position would allow, lifting up
his cock as he pulled out to exert upward pressure, hesitating on
the brink and then sinking back all the way and grinding himself
against her, causing her to cum again and then quickly twice more
with his cock firmly gripped inside.

She felt herself being rolled over as she moaned some more,
putting the familiar pillow under her hips. This time she felt
him apply lubricant to her anus, but he sank into her pussy again
from behind while he sat on his haunches and pulled her bottom
towards him. There was so much lubricant in the girl mixed with
her own, that his cock made a liquid sound as it moved in and
out. She liked this position especially, as the man massaged her
back as he rocked back and forth, his hands stroking up her back,
gripping her shoulders as he reached the maximum penetration. She
tried to nip at his penis at it withdrew, making him laugh.

She felt him stop his motion with his cock poised at the
entrance, and while she anticipated his next stroke, he instead
plunged slowly into her ass, causing her to cry out and lift her
head, grunting into another orgasm. Her ass gripped his cock, but
he continued to push into her even as she spasmed, the sensation
nearly unbearable. When the initial wave subsided he let his cock
slip down at the end of the next stroke and glided into her wet
and warm pussy, and the girl pushed her bottom back to meet him,
as he held her still, fully impaled. She liked the feeling of him
being back inside her pussy again better, it felt so right, and
she wished he would stay that way and rub her back all night.

The man wanted something different apparently, and rolled on his
back, pulling her onto her knees between his legs with his strong
hands, and she knew what he wanted from her. She turned around as
he guided her and backed onto his shaft, which easily slid inside
her like it belonged, while he lifted his feet to rest on her
bottom. The pressure of his cock in this position was towards her
back, and wasn't as good for her, but she needed a break from
cumming over and over again, and gladly pleased the man, using
her arms to push her bottom back into his lap, varying the speed
to keep him tightly aroused, but not getting into a rhythm that
would make him cum yet.

After doing this for a few minutes, she thought of a different
angle that would please her as well, and she pulled out from his
lap, leaving his feet dangling in the air, and a funny expression
on his face that seemed to say, where are you going? She answered
him by turning around and sitting in his lap, reaching down to
guide him inside, but finding it wasn't necessary, already
sinking down his shaft. Her legs were spread over his, and she
lay back on her arms and thrust into him slowly again, while he
did the same. His cock strained to stand up straight, pressing
against the front of her pussy, and she felt herself warming up
again, moving a little faster.

All of the sudden the man groaned and disengaged, sitting up on
his knees and pushing her down. He grabbed her right leg and
flexed her knee, pulling it up under his left arm as he rolled
her onto her side and straddled her left leg, splitting her open.
He drove his cock inside, and she was now impaled ninety degrees
to his body. He adjusted her leg and pushed into her while his
balls rubbed along the inside of her right thigh. He moved
slowly, but steadily, and she could feel his cock swelling as his
movements grew more regular. She concentrated on the feeling,
hoping to reach her pleasure at the same time, to grip him as he
squirted inside her for the first time.

He adjusted his grip on her leg again, and placed the other hand
on the curve of her bottom, pulling her towards him, compressing
her pussy lips against the hair around the base of his penis, and
she felt something tickling deep in her stomach. He moved his
knees forward and thrust in again hard, and she sensed the tip of
his cock press against something inside, pause against the
pressure and then move inside of it while she gasped and squirmed
underneath him, wondeing at the strange sensation, as the head of
his cock reached and penetrated part way through her cervix, the
lip of the soft head not quite passing the entrance.

The feeling overwhelmed her, a shattering orgasm hitting her like
a wall of soft fire from somewhere deep inside, and then she felt
it; first a little spurt and then a long rush of cum that
splattered directly into her uterus. She lost control of herself,
flailing in his arms, cumming hard over and over again as he fell
back away from the opening, still spurting through it and onto
the outside surface, which was now sensitized by the contact.
Again she tensed and came, gripping him tightly and causing him
to cry out, being held deep inside her at his most sensitive
state. She heard him breathe in relief as she relinquished his
cock, and he fell over on the bed behind her back, still inside
her as their legs tangled together.

The man and the girl lay like that for awhile, and when his cock
shrunk and fell out, he grabbed some tissues and stuffed them
between the girl's legs to prevent a flood. He held her close to
him, nibbling her ear and stroking her soft tummy, already
thinking of being inside her again, and her the same. They fell
asleep like that and didn't wake until the middle of the night.
Without speaking about it, the girl performed her bathroom
chores, cleaning her pussy in the bidet and went back to the bed,
straightening up the covers as the man cleaned himself. She was
waiting for him when he returned, and he fell in bed and pulled
her to him, hands and lips soon busy on each other. They had each
other again later that night, and once in the morning, and if
anyone could have seen them together, they might have said they
were making love.

8. Suddenly, welcome to L.A.

The man packed away the restraints into the duffle bag and
checked on Crystal, who was lying in the motel bed. The drug she
had been given for the trip in the hidden compartment of his
plane was starting to wear off, and she was moving a little under
the sheet. Time to go, the man thought. He was anxious to get
back in any case, having thought up a game for the plump little
eight year-old blonde girl locked in his basement.

The new girl was Julie, and he had taken her from a trailer park
in a dreary midwest city, stealing her from a worthless souse of
a mother who probably was glad the food bill had been reduced.
Julie was nearly obese when she arrived, but Crystal had
cheerfully worked her out with the help of a lot of brutal
whippings, to the point where she was nicely toned and firm, a
little butterball of a girl with fat cone-shaped titties whose
nipples could just touch around his cock if the girl hunched over
and she squeezed hard enough. I don't guess she'll miss Crystal,
he said to himself, thinking of the cane thrashing she had given
the tiny plumper, just to remind her to be good. She probably
wouldn't miss Crystal's pussy either, which was more or less
constantly pressed to Julie's lips when she had the chance.

He laid out the things he was leaving for her on the table; a
birth certificate altered to make her an adult, two untraceable
bank drafts for $100,000 each, a wad of cash for pin money, a
change of clothes, the business card of an attorney already
retained, who was waiting with the deed to a furnished beach
condominium carefully purchased in her name, and the contact
number of the owner of the most secret brothel and s & m club in
L.A., catering to the wealthiest clients in the world. Finally on
top of the clothes he had coiled a fine black leather bull whip,
cut down to fit her size, with an quartz crystal cap on the end
of the handle filled in gold with her name. God help the buttocks
of Hollywood, he thought.

The man sat on the bed watching the girl sleep for a few minutes,
pulling the covers back to admire her body for the last time. Her
tummy was now flat, and her pussy had taken on a mature look, a
fine covering of brown hairs just starting to sprout on the upper
mound. Her chest was no longer just nipples on a flat plane, but
had swelled up into breasts with soft puffy tips, and he removed
a glove to feel one as he examined her face. She could no longer
pass for Linda Blair's twin, but might at first glance. Her
cheeks were flatter, and her pug nose had thinned out and taken
on a refined shape. She was developing a beauty of her own, he
thought, looking eighteen at twelve and two weeks.

He thought about their time together, which was over in little
more than a year, the girl maturing quickly. He covered her up
and tucked her in, giving her one last kiss on the forehead,
brushing back her soft thick hair. Life was short, and youth
fleeting, he thought with regret. But he shook the feeling off
and left her in the room, stopping to put the ``do not disturb''
sign on the door. He opened the car window as he drove back to
the airport, breathing in the cool air of a California dawn, and
as he thought of his cock between the lips of the little piglet
waiting for him at home, you could hear him chuckling to himself.