JENNY

By Tommy

Part 5 

Jenny opened her eyes and yawned, then stretched.  For a few moments 
she thought she was in her own bed.  Realisation hit her hard and her 
mouth felt suddenly very dry, tears already in the corners of her 
eyes.
 
Try as she might, the memory of what had happened earlier seemed 
obscured in her mind.  But… but..?   Yes, she remembered!  Didn't 
she?   Her face reddened as she remembered what the man had done to 
her.  Her hand moved down between her legs.  She was completely naked 
from the waist down!   So sticky!   
 
Her hand stayed where it was, feeling her private bits, as though 
checking they were still there.  She clenched her buttocks and 
shivered as a tingly feeling seemed to envelop half her body.  So 
nice!  If only she could be back home in her own bed, the drone of 
the television downstairs, the murmur of her parents' voices.  She'd 
be able to 'explore' herself under the bedclothes and…     But not 
here, surely?
 
Fully awake now, Jenny pulled off the sheet and looked at the clock.  
Half past three?  She blinked and took the piece of paper lying 
nearby.  What?  That man!  But…?  Blinking back her tears, she 
studied what was written.

-- 'Jennifer, Take a shower and change into the clothes that are on 
the chair. You may drink the bottle of coke I left for you.  At four 
o'clock, I expect to see you waiting for me as usual' --
 
She looked at the clock again, then re-read the note.  
Shower…clothes…?  Why, oh why didn't he just let her go home?  
Why..why..?
 
The water was warm and she stayed under the soothing jets for about 
ten minutes, soaping herself thoroughly, anxious to remove the 
stickiness she seemed to feel everywhere.
 
Out of the bath, she dried herself and suddenly remembering about 
what had happened earlier, gingerly felt her buttocks.  No, they 
seemed fine, certainly not sore.

Now then, the clothes?  What were these?  Shorts?  She picked up the 
blue garment and examined it. Yes, shorts, but seemed weird.  The 
top?  A white teashirt lay over the back of the chair and she quickly 
slipped it on.  So tight!   
 
What was the time?  He'd be back soon.  Thrusting her legs into the 
shorts, Jenny half hopped, half ran to the bedside table and looked 
at the clock. Almost four o'clock!  She pulled the shorts up and 
grimaced. What the..?   Her hands moved round to her bottom.  Oh no!  
She'd seen girls wearing shorts like this in pictures.  Shorts so 
high, they left half the bum completely bare.   In the pictures, the 
girls had looked nice and sexy.  She didn't want to look sexy!  The 
time!
 
She heard the door open just as she got to the wall, thrusting her 
hands on top of her head, lifting herself up on tip-toes.  
 
Tom whistled softly.  Fuck, she looked so good!  Look at that arse!  
 
"Good girl, Jenny.  Hmm, those shorts do look nice, don't they!"  
Jenny felt his hand pat her bottom and gasped.  "Please…"
 
"No Jenny.  If I want to play with your bottom, I will.  Is that 
understood?"  His tone was still friendly, but with a hint of 
impatience.  Jenny swallowed nervously.  "Y..es sir."
 
"Good!"  Tom cupped her lower bottom cheeks in his hands and squeezed  
gently.  "Because I'm going to make you do a video now, all on your 
own, and I don't want to have to spank you before you start.  It's 
not a school video, so you don't need a red bum.  Understand?"
 
Jenny nodded, tears already in her eyes.  She wasn't sure she did 
understand, but she just wanted him to leave her alone.  With his 
finger tracing the deep cleft between her buttocks, a soft tingling 
sensation had started.  What..?   
 
"Yes sir."
 
Tom stepped back and clapped his hands.  "Right, turn round and I'll 
explain.  Yes, take your hands down, but keep them by your sides.  
Good!"
 
His eyes widened.  The thin tight teashirt outlined the girl's small 
breasts to perfection.
 
"It's all very simple."  He pointed to a video camera already set up 
on a tripod, then at a point next to where she was standing.  "You 
stand on that nice rug in front of the wall.  Yes, that's right."   
He went to the table and plugged in a radio cassette player.
 
"The camera is going to take a video for about fifteen or twenty 
minutes.  When it starts, you'll see the red light come on."  He 
smiled and checked the connection.  Like the other cameras he used, 
it was programmed to slowly zoom in and out.  
 
"I have to go out for an hour, so you'll be on your own."  He paused.  
Good idea of his to see how she used her own initiative.  How would 
she do?
 
"The idea is to make a very sexy striptease video."  He nodded at the 
cassette player.  "I'll put on some nice music in a moment.  It 
starts quite fast, then gets slower.  What you do is up to you, but 
it has to be sexy! When the music is fast, you can dance, then when 
it gets slower, you start taking off the shorts and teashirt."
 
Jenny's mouth felt dry.  Striptease?  Sexy video?  But…?
 
"Move slowly to the music and tease the camera. Use some of the 
positions that you used for the PE photos and show the camera 
everything. When the light starts flashing faster, you only have one 
minute left.  Make sure you've taken everything off and try and 
finish with something special… something really naughty!"   He licked 
his lips.  "Maybe using your fingers as well!  When you've finished, 
you can put on the clothes there.  The ones I've left on the bed."
 
Tom pressed a few buttons and clapped his hands.  "Right, I'm off."  
His eyes narrowed.  "I hope for your sake, you do well Jenny.  If the 
video isn't good enough, you'll have to start all over again, and I 
assure you I will NOT be happy!"
 
The young girl watched in horror as the man turned and left, the 
heavy door clicking loudly behind him.   The room became blurry as 
tears filled her eyes.  No!  Please!  So disgusting!  Striptease, 
so…. Yes, women did it, she knew.  She'd heard them mentioned on 
films.  Men went to see ladies take their clothes off.  But her?   
She was only twelve!  It wasn't right… was it?
 
Memories of what had happened a few hours previously suddenly flashed 
by and she felt numb.  Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad… would it?  
Perhaps..
 
A red light appeared on the camera and a second later, the room 
filled with loud pop music.  She recognized it instantly as one of 
the favourite songs played at the last class disco.
 
She clenched her fist, a tear running down one cheek.  No, you have 
to!   Come on Jenny!
 
Her body moved in time to the music, hip gyrating like she'd seen the 
girls dance on television.  Pouting at the camera, turning, twisting, 
licking her lips, trying to look …. sexy?    What other things?  Oh 
yes!  She wiggled her bum in time to the music, then bent over and 
looked at the camera between her legs.
 
The frantic pounding of electric guitars was suddenly replaced by 
slower, sensuous music.  Jenny choked back the tears.  At least the 
man wasn't here to see her!
 
Her hips moved from side to side, then in a circle.  She ran her 
hands down across her small breasts.  The girls on television had 
done that.  Now then, what first?  Shorts or vest?
 
Hands shaking, she slowly lifted the tight vest up over her tummy.  
Come on Jenny, don't be silly.  You must!  The cool air on her small 
breasts and the knowledge that it was all being filmed made her tears 
flow faster.  She sniffed and pulled the vest off over her head.  
Must keep dancing !  You'll make him angry!
 
She bent down and ran her hands up the back of her legs and over her 
bottom.  He'd like that surely!  Now her shorts had to…. No she 
couldn't!  But she had to!  The elasticated waistband slid easily 
over her hips.  The feel of the material being pulled out of from 
between her buttocks made her lip tremble.  So rude!  She had her 
back to the camera and wiggled her bare bum.  Now the front!  Oh no!  
Her tears made the camera blurry.  Shorts lowered more.  Down to her 
knees.  Her ankles.  Off!  Hands over her thighs, rubbing, swinging 
to the music.  She shook her head.  This was awful!  But she had to 
do it!
 
Swaying seductively, she ran her fingers over her breasts.  Would he 
like that?  She teased her nipples.  A strong tingling made her jump.  
Oh yes, that was nice!  But so, so wrong….surely?   Turning around, 
she bent over again and stroked her hands over her pert bottom.  Was 
this sexy enough?  Hope so!
 
The light was flashing faster!  No!  What should she do?  One finger 
on her right nipple, stroking..oh yes..nice!  Legs apart, other hand 
down… there!   Would that make him happy?   Her hips swayed to the 
music, fingers gently rubbing….!  Oh, that felt nice!  Her breathing 
grew faster.  Yes, he must like it!  She opened her legs wider.  Must 
keep him happy at all cost!  Don't want to annoy him, to…
 
Everything stopped.  The light disappeared. There was a click as the 
cassette player switched off.  For a few seconds, Jenny remained as 
she was, finger still rubbing her tingling pussy, then reality took 
hold and she threw herself onto the bed, sobbing loudly.  What had 
she done?  It wasn't fair!  So wrong!  So dirty!  When would she be 
allowed to go home?  
 
How long had she been lying there?  What was the time?  Suddenly 
aware of her nakedness, she rushed to the bathroom and splashed water 
on her breasts and privates, scrubbing hard as if it would remove all 
memories of what had happened.  She looked in the mirror. Her eyes 
were red from tears.   
 
The clothes on the bed were slightly different from the others.  A 
smart tartan skirt, white blouse and maroon jacket – complete with 
some kind of school badge sewn on the front.  Oh no!  She picked up 
the red knickers lying underneath the blouse.  Red again!  Why?
 
Even before she slipped them on, she knew exactly how they'd look on 
her.  Why did he want her to wear them?  They looked awful.  No 
parent would ever allow their daughter to go to school with knickers 
like this!  They outlined….everything!   Swallowing hard, she put on 
the blouse and finished dressing.  Smart, yes, even if the skirt was 
– as usual – a bit too short, and the blouse too tight!
 
The time?   He'd said one hour.  She sighed and took up her usual 
position against the wall.  When would it all be over?  When could 
she go home?   Why… oh why..?   The tears returned.  She leant 
against the wall and closed her eyes.  If only….
 
"Stand up straight girl!"
 
Her spine tingled with fear and she lifted her head.  How long had 
she been waiting?
 
"Turn around!"   Tom nodded with satisfaction.  Oh yes, she looked 
great!   "Show me your knickers!"
 
Jenny blushed and lifted the hem of her skirt, avoiding his eyes.  
Why….?
 
"Okay, very nice."  She saw the man fiddle with the camera and remove 
something from it.
 
"We're going to take a few photos, a  short video, then we'll call it 
a day."  Tom opened a cupboard and took out a cardboard box.   "Just 
got to find some toys and…."
 
Jenny watched him pull strange looking straps and ropes out of the 
box.  What ….?  Her mouth felt dry.  What was he going to do?  What 
on earth was that red thing?
 
Tom laughed.  "Oh, here it is!"   He glanced at the girl.  "Turn 
round!"    
 
Jenny felt his large hands on hers and there was a click as the 
wristbands were connected.
 
"Good girl.  Now we just put this on and…"
 
A large red leather collar went round her neck.  Jenny shook her 
head.  "Sir..please..what are you….?"
 
"Be quiet please!"  Tom laughed.  "It's only a collar.  There we are!  
Too tight?  No."
 
He wiggled it around to check.  No, that was fine.  The fur lining 
ensured no chaffing against her neck.
 
He took her hands gently and attached a short chain to the clasp on 
the straps.  The other end he quickly clipped to a clasp on the back 
of her collar. 
 
"Wait a second, a bit higher!"  Jenny felt her hands pulled higher up 
behind her and winced as his large fingers fumbled with the ring on 
her collar. 
 
"But sir, why do I have to have a collar and…?"
 
A hard pull on her collar shut her up.  Tom turned her around and 
looked hard into her eyes.  "I told you to be quiet Jenny!" he 
hissed, angrily.  "Are you really so eager for punishment?"
 
He saw the fear in her eyes and sighed.  "Oh well, at least this 
should shut you up!"
 
Jenny blinked her eyes and tried to focus on the object in the man's 
hand.  A small ball?  A red ping pong ball?    What…?
 
"Open wide Jenny!  It just pops in like this, and…."
 
The feel of the object on her teeth told her immediately that it was 
made of rubber.  It was only as the man pushed it into her mouth that 
she noticed the thin straps attached.  
 
"No… I…uggh…"  
 
Tom carefully eased it past her teeth and smiled.  "Sorry, it feels 
horrible at first, but you'll get used to it.  No, stay still.  Don't 
be silly!"   He could feel the girl shaking with fear.   "Calm down 
Jenny and breath slowly through your nose. You can still take breaths 
through your mouth if you try."  His voice grew louder.  "I said 
stand still and stop being silly!"
 
Jenny sobbed and shook. Her knees felt like jelly.   The straps 
attached to the red ball gag were tied tightly behind her head.  She 
shook her head.  This couldn't be happening!  Please, no more!  She 
was going to die!  She couldn't breath!  She was going to….
 
"Right young lady, you're going to face the wall and stand there till 
you've calmed down.  I never saw such a silly thing in all my life!"
 
Tom guided her to the wall and tousled her hair.  "Be a good girl, 
and it will come out after the photos.  Make a fuss, and it stays 
in!"
 
He patted her pert bottom under the skirt and laughed as she 
flinched.  Stupid bitch!  Well, at least he had a bit of peace from 
her annoying whining!
 
Jenny stared at the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks.  Slowly, 
the trembling stopped.  So uncomfortable!  She tried to move her arms 
a bit.  Why had he pulled them so far up her back?
 
The ball in her mouth tasted disgusting.  The man had been right.  
Speech was impossible but she soon found that if she opened her mouth 
while pressing the ball hard with her tongue, she had just enough 
space to breath.
 
"Okay, better now?"
 
Strong hands held her shoulders and turned her around.   Tom wiped 
the tears from her cheeks and grinned.  "There, that's better.  Now 
then Jenny, I know it was scary at first, but you see that it's not 
as bad as it looks, so I don't want any fuss from now on.  
Understood?"
 
The young girl nodded her head.  Anything, anything…. Just as long as 
she could go home and…
 
"Good girl.  Now I just want you to do exactly what I say while I 
take some photos.  With any luck, we'll finish quite soon.  Then we 
just have to do one short video and it'll be over for the day."
 
Her heart sank.  Another video?  Oh no!   Not another spanking!  It 
was so painful!  So very..
 
"Head up!  Look at me!  Good girl."
 
Tom walked round, the flash illuminating the large room as he took 
photos from every angle.
 
"Kneel down!  That's right.  Look down.  Good!  Stand up again!"
 
He watched the girl stagger to her feet and laughed.  "Nearly done.  
Now just a few with that skirt off.  Just like.."
 
Jenny felt his hand on the waistband of her tartan skirt and shook 
her head.  Why…
 
"There, much better.  Look straight at me!  Great!"
 
The cool air around her thighs made her shiver.  How she must look!  
Especially with these knickers!  She saw the man gazing at her and 
blushed.
 
"Oh that's beautiful!" said Tom, laughing.  "A nice red ball gag, red 
collar, and red knickers.  Absolutely fantastic!"  He laughed again.  
"Be even nicer when the knickers come down!"
 
The girl's eyes widened.  No!  Not that again..please!
 
"Don't be silly Jenny. You should be used to it by now."
 
Tom took more photos, then paused, looking at the girl as if trying 
to make up his mind.  "You know Jenny, I think we'll save that bit 
for tomorrow.   Is that okay?"
 
The girl nodded frantically.  A small part of her brain tried to 
argue, reasoning that since the man had already seen her privates, it 
didn't matter – did it?  After all, her knickers would come down at 
some stage – so why postpone the inevitable.
 
"Yes, okay."  Tom checked the time.  "Right, let me get you untied."
 
Having the rubber ball extracted from her mouth was almost as 
unpleasant as having it pushed in.  The collar and chain removed, she 
rubbed her arms, wincing at the pain in the muscles.  
 
"Put your skirt back on" ordered Tom, impatiently.  He clapped his 
hands together.
 
"The last video today is a caning scene" he said, licking his lips.  
"The good news is that for this scene, you'll be allowed to keep your 
knickers on.  Happy?"
 
Jenny nodded, her tongue probing the inside of her mouth.  It felt so 
strange after having the ball inside.  A caning?   "Yes sir."
 
"Good.  The bad news is that a caning is a bit more painful than a 
spanking, but I'll be as gentle as I can."  He chuckled at his bare 
faced lie.  
 
"Let's go then."  He saw the girl look down at her wrists.  "No, I 
don't think I need to tie your hands together from now on.  No need 
really.  If you tried to open another door, the punishment would be 
worse than you could ever imagine, and in any case, they're all very 
well locked!"
 
He led the girl back to the schoolroom noting with satisfaction how 
she seemed to have accepted her fate.  Certainly no sign of any 
further tears.  Though that would soon change!
 
Jenny swallowed nervously and sat down at her small desk.  A glance 
from the man and she quickly opened her legs.   Why was he so 
obsessed with filming her there?
 
Tom spent a few minutes checking his cameras and gazed at the girl 
obediently copying some text into her exercise book.  Hmm, which 
position?   Touching toes, bending over a chair, a desk..?
 
Jenny heard her name called and jumped.  Oh no… please!   Her hands 
trembled.  The man was standing at his desk, shouting something about 
her behaviour.  But…?
 
His tone changed and she saw him pick something up from his desk.  A 
cane!   She'd seen them a few times in old films.  The handle was 
curved and she watched as he bent it almost double between his hands.
 
"Take off you skirt please Jenny, and place it on my desk, folded 
neatly in half!"
 
The room span.  A tear ran down her cheek.  Would it really hurt?  
How much?  She undid the clasp and removed her skirt, carefully 
placing it on the large wooden desk as instructed.
 
Tom nodded and quickly pulled her knickers up higher.  Oh, that was 
beautiful!
 
"Bend over and touch your toes!"
 
Oh no… please!   Slowly, she did as he said.  There was a pause.  
 
"Legs further apart please Jenny!"  His voice was different.  Tom 
laughed.  "No we're not filming yet, but I have to put this camera 
down here between your legs.  There we go.  Okay!"
 
He stepped back and gripped the remote control in his pocket.  What a 
great idea to put one just there, looking up at her pussy, it wide 
angle lens occasionally getting shots of her face as well as the cane 
landing on her backside.  He pressed the small button.  All cameras 
were on.  What a glorious sight!  Her thrust out buttocks seem to 
fill the room and stretched her thin knickers to bursting point.
 
"Next time I cane you, it will be on your bare bottom!" he boomed, 
playing the strict teacher to perfection.  "Keep completely still.  
Any wriggling and you'll get extra!"
 
Jenny grit her teeth.  She felt the cane tapping her bottom.  Surely 
it wouldn't be too bad?  Surely…
 
A swishing sound followed by a sharp 'crack'.  A feeling like a red 
hot poker pressed against her skin.  
 
"Owwwwww!"   Her hands left her toes and moved in a flash to her 
throbbing backside.  She straightened up, hips writhing.
 
Tom enjoyed the spectacle for a few seconds.  The first time was 
always the same.  The sharp concentrated sting of a cane was 
completely different from that imparted by a hand or slipper and took 
time to get used to.  Nevertheless, they did get used to it.  After 
all, they had no choice!
 
"How dare you move without permission!" he shouted angrily.  "Bend 
over immediately!  You do that once more, we'll continue with your 
knickers down!"
 
For a split second he thought that she hesitated, then smiled as the 
girl once again assumed her position.
 
The second stroke caught Jenny on the underhang of her bottom, the 
tip of the cane landing on flesh unprotected by her knickers.  A 
shrill scream rent the air.
 
"Noooo….please..it..it's…"
 
"One extra stroke for standing up, now another for talking" said Tom 
quietly.  "That's a total of eight strokes."  He ran the tip of the 
cane down her crease, enjoying her reaction.
 
Jenny gripped her ankles and howled as the next stroke landed across 
her upper thighs.  Mustn't let go!  Mustn't stand!  Had to stay still 
or…"
 
Another 'crack' and she saw her knuckles whiten.    Such pain!  So 
bad!   So…
 
Tom aimed the next strokes carefully, not wanting them to overlap.  
What a fuss she made!  The cane was one of the lightest he had.  Oh 
well, she had to learn.  Give her a week or two and she'd be taking a 
hard horsewhipping on the bare with hardly a murmur, like the girls 
before her.  Though, not quite without a murmur, he thought, laughing 
to himself.  After all, what were the gags for?
 
The last two strokes fell in fast succession and he placed the cane 
back on his desk. 
 
"Okay Jenny, it's all over.  Please stay in position while I rub some 
cream in your skin."
 
Jenny felt his hands easing her knickers down slowly, the welcome 
feel of cool air on her hot skin overcoming her embarrassment.  She 
lifted one foot, then the other, as the man removed them completely.
 
Tom checked the cameras were still running.  Yes, plenty of charge 
left.
 
"There, better?"  He spread the cold steroid cream gently over her 
buttocks.  Had to be done quickly to stop any bruises from forming.  
His fingers moved down to her firm sweaty thighs, then up to the 
small of her back, ensuring the soothing cream reached every crevice.
 
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he saw that her legs had moved a bit 
further apart.  He grinned.  Had she done this knowingly or was it a 
subconscious desire for his hands to stray back to that warm place 
that was no doubt begging for attention?  
 
His finger inched closer, delving between her legs, occasionally 
stroking her plump pussy lips.  He could sense her frustration.  
Stupid girl!  Must be so confused!   Part of her wanting him to, yet 
another part repulsed.
 
"Okay young lady, stand up!"
 
The look on the girl's face spoke volumes and it was all Tom could do 
to stop himself laughing.
 
"Hands on head, turn round, come on!"
 
It took Jenny a few seconds to compose herself and realize that she 
was naked from the waist down.  She cringed and clammed her legs 
together as if trying to hide her private areas from the camera.
 
"Oh no you don't!" said Tom, his tone firm but kind.  "Legs apart.  
Come on further!"
 
Her face as red as her throbbing backside, Jenny obeyed, her lips 
trembling with shame.  It had seemed so nice when his fingers had 
been …. There, but now she was standing and facing him, it just felt 
so embarrassing!
 
"Good girl."  Tom shook his head slowly.  "Jenny, you really must 
stop being so shy.  You have nothing that I haven't seen a hundred 
times before."  He clapped his hands.  "Well, we're done for the day.  
Time for something to eat, a nice hot shower, then you can relax and 
watch some television.  You'd like that would you?"
 
Jenny nodded.  The man sounded suddenly so friendly.  "Y..yes sir."  
She blushed a deeper red.  "Sir, can I.. er.. can I put my knickers 
back on now.. please?"
 
Tom laughed.  "Not yet Jenny.  The red marks on your bottom won't 
disappear as fast if the skin's covered.  Besides, you're going in 
the shower soon."  He looked at his watch.  "Come on then.  I bet 
you're hungry!"
 
He picked up her skirt and knickers and propelled the girl out of the 
door, his eyes on her plump, pert buttocks, decorated with thin red 
lines, chuckling quietly at the way the girl's blushes spread around 
her neck.  Oh well, she'd get used to it.
 
In the bedroom, Jenny was pleased to find herself being ordered to 
the table where she sat down obediently, while the man left to fetch 
her something to eat.  At least he wouldn't see her privates.  Her 
bottom was still sore and she could feel the weals throbbing against 
the wooden chair.
 
The meal was delicious.  For a few minutes she forgot where she was 
and concentrated on devouring the hamburgers  that covered her plate.  
 
"Okay, there are some DVDs here if you want."  Jenny looked round.  
The man had pulled a small television on a stand away from the wall 
and was fiddling with some cables.  "Mainly kids stuff, so I'm sure 
you'll find something you like.  Easy enough to use.  Just switch on 
the television, press start.  Should be easy!"   Tom laughed and 
pointed to the clock next to the bed.   "You can do what you want for 
the next few hours, but at ten o'clock, I want to see you standing 
next to your bed, showered and wearing your nightie."
 
He paused and then smiled kindly.  "You've done very well Jenny.  I 
think if you carry on like this, we should get through the videos in 
record time."
 
Jenny watched the man leave and took another bite of the burger.  She 
felt the tears start and blinked them back quickly.  No need crying 
now.  Had to eat!  Then….  She looked at the DVDs and saw some of her 
favourite shows among the collection.  Wiping her eyes she 
concentrated on filling her belly.  At least she'd have a bit of time 
to relax.  At least….
 
Punctual as ever, Tom opened the door at ten o'clock and took a deep 
breath.  The girl was standing as ordered, at the side of her bed, 
the short nightie barely covering her large buttocks, small titties 
visible through the thin black cotton.
 
Jenny felt the man's eyes running over her body and shivered.  She'd 
wanted so much to put her knickers on under the nightie.  After all, 
she did at home, not that her mother would ever let her wear a 
nightie like this!   
 
"Beautiful, just beautiful" whispered Tom.  He ran his hand through 
her hair and kissed her forehead.  "Hey, don't be scared" he said 
softly, noticing how she flinched.  "You must be tired."
 
Going over to the table, he surreptitiously sprinkled a few tablets 
into a beaker and filled it half with orange juice, swirling it in 
his hand till the powder dissolved.
 
"Here, drink this!"   He handed the beaker to the nervous girl and 
smiled.   "It's been a long day, hasn't it.  Time for bed, I think."
 
He sat the girl gently on his knees and patted her leg while she 
drank.  Shit, she was so sexy!  The smell of her young clean body was 
intoxicating and he inhaled deeply, savouring the delicious aroma.  
The nightie had ridden up her thigh, leaving her modesty protected by 
only an inch of the soft material.  His finger traced its way round 
to her inner thigh.  He felt her stiffen.
 
"Sshh, it's okay.  Just drink the juice and relax."
 
Had she nearly finished it?  He saw her drain the beaker and chuckled 
to himself, his erection pushing hard against the girl's bum, 
straining to be free.  Yes, she'd drunk everything.  Good!   Just 
give it a few minutes and…   How much had he put in this time? The 
tranquilisers would start first, then the rohypnol would kick in, 
followed by the muscle relaxants.   Should be just enough.  After 
all, he'd had the whole day to see the effects of the drugs on the 
girl.  This time, he'd decided to use less of the tranquilisers but 
upped the rohypnol slightly.  
 
Should be fun.  With any luck she wouldn't remember a thing tomorrow.  
Then, every day, lowering the amount he gave her till she didn't need 
them.  Much better like this, than have a traumatised and hysterical 
girl on his hands for the next week.  Oh no.  Best save the real 
trauma for her final deflowering.  Always so much fun!   Till then of 
course, her bum would have to do.
 
Ah yes!  There was nothing quite like buggering a small girl!   He 
remembered the diminutive ten year old he'd used last year.  He 
hadn't used any drugs at all.  What a fuss she'd made the first time!   
All that screaming and wriggling.  Mind you, it had been rather fun.
 
Slowly, almost imperceptibly, he felt the girl relax in his arms.  He 
took the beaker from her and kissed her cheek.  He saw a smile appear 
on her lips.  Bloody hell, she was under already!  
 
"Sleepy, are we?"
 
Jenny yawned and nodded slowly. The room seemed to melt around her.  
Sleepy.. so sleepy.
 
She felt herself being lowered onto the bed.  Cool air wafted across 
her tummy. The man was taking off her nightie!  She opened her eyes.  
He was smiling at her.  Something stroked her right nipple.  A 
delicious tingling ran through her body and she moaned quietly.  What 
was happening?  Was she dreaming?   Please don't let it stop.  So 
nice.  So very…    A finger ran up her thigh and stopped at her 
mound.  Electricity seemed to run through her.  Oh… Oh yes..please…   
 
Strong hands turned her over onto her front and lifted her hips off 
the bed, pushing her legs under her until she was on her knees.   
 
"Stay like that, little one.  Don't move.  Just stay still!"
 
Jenny buried her face in the pillow, pushing her hindquarters up 
higher, desperate for attention.  She didn't have to wait long.  
Fingertips danced over her bottom, teasing her.  Tom enjoyed the 
sight before him.  He ran his finger up over the girl's pussy, 
chuckling at the way she moaned in pleasure.  Another finger probed 
her tight little anus, eliciting another few squeals.   Coating his 
fingers liberally with lubricant, he started to push deeper.  Shit, 
she was hot!   
 
"Oh fuck!"   Tom swallowed and quickly slipped his pants down.  
Couldn't wait any longer!  His balls were about to explode!   The 
rest of the lubricant was speedily transferred to his rock hard 
penis.   
 
Jenny felt the man holding her hips and stuck her bum up more.  
Something was still teasing her pussy.  So delicious!  So …amazing!  
Now it was touching her bottom hole again.  Please don't let the 
dream stop!   It pressed harder.  Much harder!  What…..?
 
A trickle of sweat ran down Tom's face and he gripped the young 
girl's hips tightly.  "Better than a goodnight kiss, isn't it" he 
snarled.   He had the tip of his cock inside her.  Time to give her 
everything.  "Get ready to scream" he whispered, licking his lips.  
"As loud as you want, little one.  No-one will hear, and with any 
luck, you won't remember a fucking thing!"