KAYLA PAYS A PRICE By IAGO PART 1 Chapter 1 Taking Pictures and Playing Naughty Games Kayla's new daddy rescued her from the BAD PLACE (this how she put it) a few weeks after her seventh birthday. It had not been a happy one to say the least, but her new daddy more than made up for this. Of course he really wasn't a daddy. He was Kayla's owner. In order to get her away from the BAD PLACE he had to buy her, he explained. This was because Kayla was a slave. She thought she was a slave because of the naughty things she did earlier that summer in the special school. No, her new daddy—owner— explained, it was because her Mommy had sold her. "And was good thing she did," he told her. "If she hadn't I'd never been able to get you out of there." Kayla didn't understand. It was because free little girls weren't allowed to do things they did at the special school. Only little slave girls could. That didn't make any sense, Kayla said. If you're free you should be able to do what you want. If you're a slave you have to do what people tell you. Daddy—ok Master—said it really wasn't about the little girls. It was really about the grown-ups who did those things to them. They were only supposed to them to slave girls. "But I liked the things they did! Mostly. They were nice!" "That was the problem," Master answered. Kayla didn't think she was being really naughty. She was helping her Mommy, after all. Her real Daddy had left just over a year ago. They had to move into a mobile home park. Mommy got sick after that. She started taking all kinds of medicine. Some of the medicine came in pills, Kayla understood about that. Others were less easy to understand. There was this powder that Mommy sniffed. It didn't come from the drug store. One of Mommy's new boyfriends got it for her. Then there was the yellow liquid that came from those big brown bottles. The funny thing was the medicines didn't seem to make Mommy feel better. Most of the time it just seemed to make her very sleepy. Because Mommy was sick she couldn't work very much, so they didn't have much money. Mommy got real upset about this. That made her sick and she had to take more of her medicines. Kayla wished her daddy would come back to help them. She also wished there was something she could to do to help Mommy. But she was only six. What could she do? The answer came a few days after the end of school. It was very hot even early in the morning and Kayla was just wearing her panties. "Mommy can I go out and play? It's too hot in here," she asked right after breakfast. Mommy was feeling grouchy and tired, so the idea of a little girl keeping herself busy outdoors was not without its attractions. "All right, but first put something on. I don't want you prancing around outside half naked." Kayla knew this meant not going outside in her panties, something she never dream of doing. Her schoolmate Lisa East did that once and her mommy gave her real hard whipping. That was before Lisa moved in with their teacher, Mr. Ray. Still it was too hot for her regular play clothes. Besides most of them were in plastic bags waiting to go to the laundry. And that wouldn't happen till Mommy got enough money to put in the washing machines. That left one choice. "Okay, Mommy, I'll go put my bikini on. The one that Uncle Frank gave me." Kayla waited for Mommy to say no. She didn't like Kayla wearing, saying it was "too revealing." And in fact it covered fewer square inches of little girl than her panties. It was a white string bikini with two little triangles covering her slit and rear end and two even smaller triangles covering her nipples. That was the important part. Kayla often wondered about that. Boys didn't have to cover their chests, and she her friends all looked like boys. At least from the waist up. Mummy just shrugged and tottered back to bed. Taking that as a yes, Kayla struggled into her bikini. She had a bit of trouble getting the bows tied, but managed to get it done after a few minutes. When she got outside she found that someone had left a garden hose attached to a faucet near their mobile home. Kayla turned the water on and set the hose up on a chair so she could run through the spray. After a few minutes though the hose fell on the ground. Kayla picked up, thinking about another game she could play with it. Carefully she looked around. There was no one else outside. Coast being clear, Kayla stuck the hose inside her bikini bottom. At first the water was too cold. But it got warmer after a couple of minutes. Kayla moved the nozzle so water would run over the front of her little slit. Her friend Lisa had told her about it one day. That was before Lisa moved in with their teacher, Mr. Ray. The water was pulsing against her little button thingy. It had a funny name. Kitty, she thought Lisa had called it. That made sense, since she knew that some people called a girl's private parts her pussy. Anyway, whatever it was, it felt nice. Kayla moved the nozzle so it played more on the spot. "Ohh." She took a deep breath. "Ohh." She was getting a funny feeling down in her tummy. No, not quite. Lower down. She pressed her hand against the front of her bikini bottom. The funny feeling got stronger. It was making her a little dizzy. Kayla lay down on the grass. It felt scratchy, because it hadn't rained for a while. Kayla sat and shifted the hole again. As she did she felt her nipples rub against her bikini top. For some reason they had gotten hard. They felt a little tingly. Kayla knew she couldn't take her top off outside. So instead she slipped one hand under her top. She put the other one in her bottom to keep the water flowing on the right spot. The dizzy feeling was coming back. She closed her eyes. "Click-click. Click-click. Click-click. Buzz." Kayla opened her blue grey eyes. Then she opened her mouth real wide, too scared to make a sound. A strange man was standing right over her! He was holding a little camera, the real expensive kind that took real good pictures. Mr. Ray had one. He brought to class one day and took pictures of all the kids. The man pointed the camera at her and took another picture. "Hello, Kayla, is your mommy home?" Kayla pulled the hose from her bikini and sat up. She put her hands on her knees and looked down. "I'm not suppose' to talk to strangers." "But I know your name. So how can I be a stranger?" Kayla just looked at him. "My name is Dan." He put his hand out. "I'm a very good friend of Mr. Ray. Your teacher." That's how come he knows my name, Kayla thought. Cautiously she gave the man her little paw. They shook hands. "Now, Kayla is your mommy home?" Mr. Dan asked again. I need to talk to her. It's real important." Kayla stood up. "I'll tell her. She started walking toward their unit. "Wait a second, Kayla. I thought you were in first grade. How old are you?' "Six and a half." "You look older. At least eight. I really thought you were a third grader." Kayla giggled. "No. I'm going to be in second grade next fall. I'm the tallest kid in my class," she bragged. Mr. Ray said I'm in the ninety fifth percentill for girls my age." "Percent-tile." Mr. Dan corrected. He took out his smart phone. "Go stand against the wall. Let's see how big you are now." Kayla stood very still as the man pointed his phone at her. She knew he was using a laser beam to measure her. Dan whistled. "130 centimeters]. You've grown some. You're now in the 97th percentile. And you're very pretty too." Kayla blushed. She was pretty with curly blonde hair and cute round face. "Aunty Bee says I'm too skinny." "Aunty Bee says I'm too skinny." Bee was an old lady who sometimes babysat her. "I don't think so. I think you're just right." Dan looked at his watch. "Kayla, I really do need to talk to your mother. It's real important." Kayla shrugged. She was going to do that when Mr. Dan stopped her. Grown- ups. Kayla went into their mobile home. Mommy had just gotten up and was pretty grouchy. "Mommy, there's a man outside. He wants to talk with you. Kayla paused. "He took my picture." "He did what?" Mommy looked mad. "What were you doing?" "Nothin'" Kayla stepped back a little scared. "I was just playing and he came up and took my picture. He wants to talk to do," she reminded. Mommy looked mad for a moment, and then she got off the couch. "Tell him to come in. Wait outside." Mr. Dan patted Kayla on the shoulder and went inside. He was carrying a square case with flat sides. After a few minutes Mommy told her come inside. She looked really excited and happy. That made Kayla glad. "Kayla, dear," Mommy stroked Kayla's dark blond curls, "this nice man wants to take some more pictures of you. Very special pictures. It's all right. Mommy will be here to watch. Just be a good girl and do whatever he tells you. Mr. Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out a candy bar. "I'm sure Kayla will be a perfect angel." He gave her the candy. He looked around. "Where's her bedroom? That's probably the best spot." "I'll show him!" Kayla scampered to her room. The adults followed. She opened her closet to show Mr. Dan her clothes. She thought he would want her to change. She was wrong. "You're fine just as you are, Kayla. Now stand real straight. Put your arms down at your sides. That's great! A very good picture. Now put your hands on top of your head. Big smile. Perfect! All right, now I want to take a picture of your pretty back. Turn around. Thank you. Now touch your toes."