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 Come with Me!  (Mf 13, Mdom, 1st, NC, flogger)

   By Mannheim Knot

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   A very bad man uses a simple ploy to get a timid middle school girl to
come with him and then proceeds to use and humiliate her for his own
pleasure.  This is for readers who like to fantasize about what it would be
totally heartless toward a vulnerable girl.  Obviously some rough stuff and
lots of humiliation.  No injuries.

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   I had tried it two dozen times or so.  Mostly it was a total failure. 
It had come close to working a few times, but never quite.

   The total failures were always pretty much the same.  I approached an
adolescent girl who was on her own.  "Come with me right now, young lady!"
I would snarl.  The girl would ask me who the hell I was, often not even in
terms as polite as that.  Then I would get a confused look and say, "Wait a
minute, you're not even her.  You look almost exactly like the girl who
stole it.  Sorry I scared you, miss." I would be gone before she even knew
what happened.  A couple of the girls just ran away without even replying.

   Once in a while, they would take a step to go with me before they balked
and I went into the mistaken identity routine.  One girl got almost to the
van before she pulled up and said, "Wait a minute!  You're not a cop!" and
beat it.  She'd apparently done something and thought she was being
arrested.

   None of the girls ever reported it.  To them it was just a weird guy
being confused.

   I had pondered giving up on the whole thing even though part of me just
knew that I was going to find the girl who would simply do as she was told.
I stopped doing it for several weeks, but when summer rolled around, and
the girls' outfits got more and more revealing, I knew I couldn't give up.
I hit the streets of the city again, and struck out twice in one morning.

   That's when I saw Bella.  She seemed kind of lost and extremely alone in
the world.  Not a homeless kid or anything.  Most of them were tough little
nuts.  Bella just seemed like she was a girl without a friend in the world.
Maybe she was new to the neighborhood.  She was dressed in that slightly
slutty way most middle school girls dressed in the summer, but she was just
a little rounder than most.  Her denim booty shorts were a size or two
bigger than average.  Her little "belly shirt" contained bigger tits than
most of the other girls, but the belly it revealed wasn't completely flat,
either.  Like I said, just a bit rounder and softer than most of her skinny
peers.  She had light brown hair and was fair skinned.  I figured she was
probably blue-eyed, but I wasn't that close yet.  Her face was cute,
girlish and not yet the face of a teen queen.  She might turn out to have a
gorgeous face in a few years, though.  She was the type of girl older boys
who were tired of striking out with high school beauties usually
sweet-talked into giving up her virginity--and then acted ashamed that they
had stooped to fucking a middle school girl.  They'd act like they didn't
know her.  I knew then that Bella was as likely candidate for my ploy as
I'd ever find.

   I approached her from behind and whirled her about by the elbow.  "Come
with me right now, young lady!" I snarled.

   She looked frightened, but took a step in the direction I had indicated.
I'd been wrong about the blue eyes, I noted as I took in her features.  She
was green-eyed, a pretty shade of it, too.  Her full bottom lip quivered.
"What did I do?" she asked as she continued to move toward my sedan.  I had
traded in the van.  It did sort of scream, "PEDO ALERT!"

   "No questions," I grumbled.  "You just do what you're told and this will
go easy for you."

   She looked confused and terrified, but she was moving in the right
direction without me alerting bystanders by manhandling her.  To the world
she probably looked like a girl in trouble with her strict dad.  "In the
car?" she asked.

   "What did I tell you about questions?"

   She got in.  Just like that.  She sat in the front passenger seat and
even buckled up her seat belt when I turned the engine over.  It was pretty
clear that this girl had been handled roughly by a grown man before and was
terrified of having it happen again.

   "What's your name, bitch?" I asked as we drove.  She stared slack-jawed
at the name-calling.  "Don't make me ask you again, cunt."

   "B-bella."

   "New to town?"

   "Yes, two weeks," she said.

   "Single mom raising you?"

   "Yes," she said, astonished that I could see the obvious.  "Who used to
hurt you, dad, step-dad, mom's boyfriend?"

   She went slack-jawed again, but just gave in to the notion that I had
her completely pegged.  "Step-dad," she whispered and sniffed a little. 
"He's gone now, though."

   "He's probably a pussycat next to me, Bella.  Remember that before you
think about not doing what you're told.  And if you run home and tell Mommy
I will do things to her you didn't even know were possible."

   Bella was outright crying now.  This was her nightmare of what a grown
man was.  I put my hand on her thigh and ran the side of it along the
crotch of her tight shorts.  The mound had been a little visible before,
and I'd liked that.  Feeling it, hot even through the denim, was a lot
better.  I turned my palm over and began rubbing her cunt forcefully.  She
wept softly and made not one move to stop me.

   "Bella, you're my little bitch from here on out.  You do what I say, and
you meet me when I tell you to meet me.  It won't be so bad.  I'll do
things that feel good to your sexy little body, and I'll even take care of
you a bit.  If you're good at what I want, I might even give you a present
now and then." There didn't seem to be any traffic or pedestrians on this
sidestreet, so I risked bringing my hand up and squeezing a handful of tit.
She whimpered at the amount of force I used.  "Cross me, and I will make
your life a living hell.  Got it, whore?"

   "Yesss!" she hissed as she grimaced at the pain.  I let go of her tit
and put my hand back down on her cunt.

   "Shit, Bella, it feels wet down there.  You're terrified about what I
might do, but your slut body is warming up to it.  Been fucked?" I asked as
I pulled right into the attached garage of my little two-bedroom rental
house.

   "No," she said and wept a little more profusely.

   "Sucked cock?" I asked as I shut off the engine.

   She didn't answer, just looked down.  I could have punished her for not
responding, but she had pretty much given me a yes on that one.  I opened
the car door and told her with a jerk of my head to follow me into the
house.  She did.  "A few times," she whispered, having decided I was going
to find out anyway.  "If I wanted one of the older boys to like me." I'd
pretty much guessed right on that one.  If one of the little bastards had
gotten more aggressive, I wouldn't be dealing with a virgin.

   "Take off your fucking clothes," I ordered.  She pulled the belly shirt
over her head and opened up the big-girl bra she wore.  I'd thought her
tits would be floppy, but they really weren't.  I realized then that I had
misjudged her build a bit.  She wasn't quite as round as I'd thought.  She
was probably in the process of shedding the last of her baby fat.  She was
going to have maybe a half-dozen good years of just being a busty little
bubble-butt before she started putting on grown-up fat.  "How old are you,
cunt?" I asked as she slipped the tight shorts and her pink panties off.

   "Thirteen," she said.  Somehow, that made her blush even more than the
nudity.  "I'm not even in eighth grade until the fall." That was it.  She'd
thought she'd make high school before getting fucked.

   "Thirteen and a complete whore," I added.  Humiliation angered some
females but made others even more pliable.  I had no doubt which type Bella
was.  "But you're growing into a very sexy teen, Bella.  I really like your
little body." I liked spinning their heads around with the occasional
compliment.  "Shit, girl, you're alright." I smiled and she timidly smiled
back.  She never lost the blush, though.  "Come on down here by the couch
and show me how you made those boys like you."

   I made her open the front of my shorts and pull them down.  She slipped
my boxer briefs down as well.  Her eyes widened a bit.  "It's fatter," she
said, seeming concerned for obvious reasons.

   "I'm a grown man, Bella." I wasn't especially long, but the fullness of
my cock had always seem to please grown women.  I was sure it was going to
do more than that to her tender little cunt.

   She went to work on me timidly at first.  But after a few moments she
started giving me a real blowjob.  I realized that the reason she'd
probably been able to keep the older boys from going further than this was
that she probably finished them off before they even had time to get worked
up enough to get really aggressive.  I was having a hard time keeping her
from draining me.  "More than a few times," I groaned.  She looked up at me
and was ashamed.  "I know when a little slut has done this a lot.  You were
the blowjob queen of your old neighborhood, weren't you?" She started
crying again, but it didn't stop her efforts on my cock.  "Slow down!  My
parents aren't about to catch us," I ordered before the little bitch
emptied me.  "Please me for a long time, and then swallow every drop or
you'll pay for it."

   She was mystified at first.  The boys probably hadn't been smart enough
to pace her.  If I'd been a high schooler I would have been thrilled just
to have a quality blowjob.  Delayed gratification is a learned concept. 
She took her time, then.  She used long licks and little swirls.  She
didn't want to be doing this, but she wasn't squeamish around a cock.  Who
knows if maybe she'd planned on doing this today if she ran into a cute
boy? She sucked on the top and then went deep a few times.  She was doing
her absolute best.  Maybe she thought that like the boys I could be
satisfied with just a blowjob.  She really didn't get older men.  All she
knew of them was a stepdad who beat her and a stranger who forced her to
strip naked and suck his cock.

   Finally, I could hold back no longer.  "Is it okay to finish?" she
asked, afraid she'd done something wrong in being unable to hold back the
inevitable.  She could tell I was about to let loose in her mouth.

   "Fucking finish then, whore!" I groaned and grabbed a handful of her
light brown hair.  I fucked her face and she just sucked whatever she could
get her mouth around.  It was a crude way to finish an artful display of
fellatio, but I never did appreciate art unless it could be looked at in a
dirty way.  I erupted into her mouth and slowed my fucking, but I was still
giving her a moving target.  She gamely tried to lick and lap up every
drop, but in the end there was some on her chin and some on her cheek just
below her eye.

   "I tried!" she cried out in fear.  "I'm sorry!"

   It took me a second to realize that she had failed to follow my order
exactly.  It wasn't her fault.  I'd been moving around.  Still, I had to
make sure she thought I was merciless.  I pulled her up over my knee and
spanked her little bubble-butt.  She whimpered, but didn't struggle to get
free.  She just remained in place and took her licks.  She'd been paddled
by someone who did far worse things if she tried to squirm away.  I had
appreciated her abusive stepdad's efforts to break her spirit before, but
now I was being robbed of being the first to have spanked her bottom.  I
wanted something of my own.  I jammed a finger right into her tight little
asshole.  It damned near bent the finger back at first, but I forced it in.
She screamed and then groaned.  Yeah, I was the first to have done that! 
"Quit fucking wiggling!" I snapped before she wrenched my finger back.  She
froze.  "Good.  Now wiggle slow and go back and forth.  Let that finger
know that your slut little ass wants it there." She obliged.  It was tough,
though.  The tightness kept her from being able to slide on it much. 
"Needs some lube.  Get your lazy ass into the bedroom and lay facedown."

   She scampered to the bedroom while I took a little sniff of her ass on
my finger.  I chuckled.  This was all so easy.  Every total failure had
been worth it.  I had found my fucktoy and could probably keep it for as
long as I wanted it.  I got undressed the rest of the way and followed her
in.  I grabbed the KY from my nightstand and lubed up two fingers.  It
would hurt like hell for little Bubble-Butt, but even with lube I didn't
think one finger could hold up to her tight ass fucking it.  She didn't
scream when I slid the two crossed-over fingers into her.  She just groaned
in pain for a few seconds.  "Fuck my fingers with your ass, whore," I
ordered.

   Bella strained at first, but it didn't take long for her to be able to
move freely on the greasy digits.  In about a minute, she was finding a
rhythm.  She wasn't quite getting off on it, but she was getting closer. 
"Play with your little pussy, slut.  It will make it easier for you." Bella
started to roll over.  I was going to stop her, but decided I would kind of
like to see her do it.  I pulled my hand back and let her roll over.  I
rocked her hips back and found it fairly easy to slide my fingers back into
her ass.  As I did, she started to diddle the pussy beneath her little
patch of hair.  She'd trimmed it a bit and shaved the edges, probably so
she didn't have anything peek out of a swimsuit.  They'd already opened the
fire hydrants in her neighborhood.  A new girl looking to make an
impression would wear a swimsuit for that.

   She wasn't squeamish about diddling, either.  She might have gotten to a
point where being more humiliated was unlikely, and she was obviously the
kind of girl who knew how to flick her own bean.  She couldn't really fuck
my fingers now, but I could do that work for her.  She had her eyes closed,
maybe in pleasure, maybe in pain, maybe to avoid looking at me.  Sure
enough, my little bitch was heating up.  "You like it, whore.  You probably
even like that it hurts a little." She groaned but didn't disagree.  This
little cunt was used to abuse, now the abuse was getting tied to sexual
thrills.  I was making a freak out of a thirteen-year-old.  God, I was
happy to be a bad man.

   But my wrist was getting tired, and my hard-on was back.  I could still
reach the KY.  Bella still had her eyes closed and didn't even realize I
had lubed up my cock with my free hand.  When my fingers came out of her
ass, she sighed in relief for a second and then opened her eyes.  She never
did stop jilling off.  But then I was pinning her legs back and lowering
myself toward her.  "No!" she called out as she realized what was about to
happen, but it was too late.  She was trapped in place, and my rock-hard
cock was taking advantage of the fact that her asshole was partially
stretched.  "Oh God!" she shouted as my fat cock stretched her the rest of
the way.  "Oh, ow!"

   "Don't stop playing with your cunt!" I roared and managed to curve a
slap around her leg and put a good smack on her left tit.  I pulled the
hand back.  "Next one hits your face!" I warned.

   She whimpered and closed her eyes as her hand went straight back to her
pussy.  "I'm only thirteen," she muttered.  "Only thirteen."

   "And if I'd found you when you were ten, you still would have taken it
up the ass like a slut.  Count your blessings, bitch." After that, I didn't
talk as much.  Plowing a cock into an ass as tight as hers took some work.
I had gained enough ground to get my knees on the bed, so I could use some
force.  I took her ass hard.  It felt incredible.  It squeezed everywhere
on my shaft, and the head was getting so much pressure it hovered on the
edge of pain.

   Beneath me, Bella had found her spot again.  She was a great little
diddler, that one.  She didn't exactly like the cock in her ass, but she
had adjusted to it.  And even though it wasn't by choice, Bella reacted to
sexual things in a sexual way.  Before I was able to muster my second
orgasm of the day, Bella's fingers and the ass-fucking gave her her first.
"No," she whispered.  "Don't do THAT!" She was talking to her body.  It
wasn't a world-shaking climax for her, but it was impossible to miss.

   "Fucking little whore," I said softly and chuckled.  Poor kid.  She
didn't know better than to believe me.  All that had really happened was
that she'd been forced to do something she was good enough at to make her
body react positively under duress.  But in her little mind, she'd gotten
off on getting ass-raped by a stranger.  I wouldn't need any more threats
to get her to obey me now.  She was sold on the notion that she was a
freak.

   I kept pumping, and my legs were starting to protest, but I knew I was
close.  I finished and just held myself deep inside of her as my cock did
the thing it likes the most.  I filled the little bitch's ass with cum and
then froze there until the last of it had drained out.  I finally slipped
my flagging shaft out and then watched for a bit as the fruits of my
efforts came back out in little globs as her asshole spasmed.  Finally, I
flopped down on the bed and felt incredibly pleased with myself.  "Go clean
your ass up, and then bring a washcloth and clean your filth off me." I
made it an order and made her seem like the dirty one, but really it was
sort of a kindness.  I was giving the kid a break.  Besides, I was never
really big on sticking my cock in a girl's pussy after it had come out of
her ass.  I was such a gentleman.

   She took a little time in the bathroom.  I'm guessing part of it was for
a good cry, but I just didn't care very much.  We both needed the break
anyhow.  Finally, she came back and did a good job of tenderly cleaning me
up.  "What's your name?" she asked in a quiet voice as she ran a cool
washcloth over my balls.

   "What did I tell you about questions?" I said only sounding mildly
annoyed.  I sighed after a while.  "Mister G," I lied.

   "It hurt, Mr.  G," she said.  "You're not very nice to me."

   What the fuck was this?  She was trying to have a relationship with me?
I just used it.  "You're a sweet and sexy girl, Bella, but you're a freak,
and I'm mean in bed.  That's how it's gonna be with us."

   "I don't want to do anymore," she said softly.

   "You will," I answered, leaving it ambiguous as to whether that was
because of who I was or who she was.

   "I just wanted you to know," she said.  "Did you mean the part before
about being nice to me if I do everything you tell me to?"

   "I don't see why not," I said.  "You're easy enough to like.  Things
just have to be done my way."

   She was quiet and thought about things.  "I'll do everything you want.
Weird stuff, whatever.  But I'm not saying yes.  I'm just...  I need you to
be nice to me sometimes after you make me do it."

   "Why do you need that?" I asked, not quite getting why anyone would need
the man who was forcing her to be his slave would really care if he was
nice sometimes.

   "Who doesn't need someone to be nice to them?" she asked.  She didn't
have the guile to be playing me for pity.  She was just one of those sad
sack kids with no one who was ever kind to them.

   "I'll be nice sometimes, but it means I'll have to be meaner other times
to make up for it."

   "Okay," she said softly.

   Well, that had been interesting.  I didn't really care in any way if she
was happy.  Sorry if that offends you, but it's true.  But it had given me
another way to control her.  And it might provide me with another level of
safeguard to keep her from telling.  If there was some sort of twisted
connection, then she would have to admit to herself that she was more than
just a girl who got abducted and raped.  Maybe she already had.

   "It's not nice time, though," I said and stood up.  "Get your slut ass
out of bed.  Don't get your hopes up, though.  Time for you to make some
art." Well, there was only one kind of art I cared for, and even innocent
little Bella had a pretty good idea what that was.

   She moved woodenly toward the living room.  "Please," she started
without much hope.  "I don't want to be a kiddie porn star."

   "What you want makes no fucking difference, Bella.  But this is just for
me.  I'm not in show business." That was mostly true.  I didn't have the
head for running something like a kiddie porn ring.  If I went big, I'd get
caught.  I did know a couple pervs who collected pictures and videos of
little girls, though.

   One of them had volunteered the information that he would pay a pretty
penny for something custom-made just for him.  He gave a pretty detailed
description of what he wanted.  "I'll sell it to a Japanese guy I know in
the end," he warned.  "He won't resell it, though.  He feels like he owns
girls he has videos of.  Now, she don't need to be a beauty or nothing, but
I would give you $5,000 for a video of a sweet little white girl getting
abused a bit.  No blood, unless it's her cherry, and no real injuries. 
Lots of tears, though.  She needs to get wrecked.  No hookers and no pro
models.  I want the real thing, a sweetie getting defiled." I'd asked if he
was going to want to meet the girl later.  "No," he said.  "Girls are
always disappointing in person." I really differed with him on that point,
but that was okay.  I'd always known that once I got a little toy I'd never
want to share her anyway.  I had no moral qualms about making Bella do
things for other guys.  I just didn't want to do it because of my personal
tastes.  She was mine.

   "Get your little slut ass against that wall over there," I told her when
she froze in the doorway and stared at all the cameras I was switching on.

   "I'll do anything if you don't make me do this," she pleaded without
hope again.  "I only want you to ever see me like this."

   "I'm not a porn producer," I said.  "I just want to remember our first
time together forever.  In a couple years you'll still be coming to see me
and you can look at this again and wonder why you were such a slut at only
thirteen." She had a hard time wrapping her head around the 'couple years'
part.  It meant I planned on continuing to molest her, but it also meant
that I thought enough of her to keep her around.  "Put your hands behind
your ass.  Look right into the camera.  Now, tell me what happened to you
so far today."

   She sniffed back a few tears.  "Mr.  G made me get into his car.  He
took me home and did things to me."

   "Come on, bitch.  You know what I want."

   "Mr.  G made me strip naked and then he made me suck his cock.  I was
scared of it because it was fatter than any cock I'd ever seen.  He--he
told me to swallow it all when I finished, but he was fucking it into my
face, and I missed some of it.  So, I got punished.  He spanked me and then
he--please-- I don't want to say it."

   "Bitch, you are going to say it."

   She wept a little more.  "Then Mr.  G stuck his fingers up my ass and
made me fuck them even though it hurt.  He let me play with myself so it
felt better, and I was getting used to it, but then he...  he put that
stupid fat cock right in my ass.  It hurt a lot, but he made me keep
playing with myself as he fucked me." She broke down a bit, but then she
looked at me and got a hard glare.  She forced herself to go on.  "I got
used to the cock then.  It hurt and felt good at the same time.  And
then... I came because I'm kind of a whore.  I'm only thirteen, and I never
fucked anybody, but I came with Mr.  G's cock up my ass because I'm a
stupid freak!" That broke her down some more.  She gave good video.  I
thought I was going to have to calm her down to get her to continue, but
then she looked back up.  "I cleaned us up, and he promised he'd be nice to
me sometimes.  He also said he'd be mean to me a lot of the time.  The
second part I know is right.  I'm only hoping for the first part to turn
out to be true."

   "Tell me what you'd done before you came here."

   "All I ever did was give blowjobs to some older boys and let them feel
me up."

   "Did you give a lot of blowjobs?"

   "Yes," she admitted this time.  "Like Mr.  G said, I was the blowjob
queen of my old neighborhood.  But I never let them fuck me."

   "So, you're a virgin right now?"

   "Yes, and I want to stay one, but Mr.  G isn't going to let me." She
just stood and stared at me.  "Why are you putting on a mask?" she asked.

   "In case you steal the video to show off to the other little sluts in
your neighborhood.  I'm not having my face on it as I'm force-fucking a
thirteen-year-old." The mask covered the whole top half of my face and the
sides all the way down to the jawline.  It had an open space so that I
could speak.

   "I would NEVER show this to anyone!"

   "Things might change, bitch.  You're never going to be the same after
today.  You might even try to sell it to make some cash." She shook her
head and looked down at the floor.  That was outside her frame of mind.  I
checked my cameras again.  They were set up all over so I had lots of
angles.  I'd been preparing and hoping for this day for a while now.  I
would try to have her crying little face in at least one of camera's eye
all the time.  Even if the guy never came through with the five grand, I
still did want this video for myself.  And I always liked porn where you
could see the girl's face twisting in both agony and ecstasy.

   First, I needed a little more rough stuff, though.  I had a nice soft
flogger whip.  It wouldn't cut her up, but it would definitely sting.  I
moved her a couple feet from the wall and then made sure that the main
camera was framed to have her face.  A couple of the side ones were set
wide enough to catch her whole body.  I moved back to her and put her hands
on top of her head.  She cried before I even hit her.  The menace of the
flogger was probably as bad as the actual sting.  "Tell the camera what you
are," I hissed.

   "I'm a freak," she sobbed.

   "More."

   "I'm a slut and a whore.  I'm Mr.  G's little bitch."

   "What else are you.  Be really honest.  Say what you really feel."

   "I'm a little girl, and I want to go home," she whispered.  I cracked
the flogger across her ass.  I was taking it on faith that her Mommy who
didn't seem to really love her wasn't likely to see this little girl's
private parts.  Bella sobbed.  "Please, let me go!"

   "Not a chance, bitch.  I am going to do all kinds of things to you
today. And you are going to keep coming back.  Do you know what we're doing
tomorrow?"

   "No!" she squeaked as I twisted her nipple.

   "We're going out to the suburbs where no one knows either of us, and
we're going to see a movie and have a nice meal and then go out for ice
cream.  You're going to pretend you're my daughter, and I am going to treat
you like a princess.  Would you like that?"

   "Yes!" she admitted as I twisted the other nipple.

   "Then we have to do this today." I smacked her ass with the flogger and
she whimpered.  She was standing straighter now, though.  I'd given her a
concrete image of me being nice to her.  She did double over after I
brought the flogger down over the top of her tits.  But then she stood back
straight and waited for the next thing.  I gave her a light smack on her
cunt.  I didn't want to really hurt that spot.  I liked to fuck cunts, not
destroy them.  She took a couple steps back, more from shock than anything,
and then she hustled back in place and stood waiting.  "Do you like the
whip?" I asked.

   "I'm scared you'll really hurt me with it, but...  Oh god, I'm a freak!"

   "Yes you are, baby girl.  You connected pain and sex in your little
brain.  If your stepdad had touched you after he beat you, you would have
cum all over his fingers, wouldn't you?"

   "DON'T!" she snapped.

   "Fuck that, bitch.  I know all your secrets.  You're terrified of grown
men and crave their kindness all at the same time.  You're going to do what
bad men tell you.  You are a slut, and you will be for the rest of your
life.  Bet you understand your mommy better now, don't you?"

   "Why does she let those awful men be so horrible to her?"

   "Why do you, cunt?" I flicked the whip to her ass, tits and pussy in
rapid succession.  Her breathing increased in pace.  She was falling into
it.  She was very easy to convince of things.

   "I want you to be nice to me," she whispered and wept.  "It's worth it
if you're nice to me!"

   For the first time, I kissed her.  She took her hands off her head and
put them on the sides of my mask as her lips sought mine.  She hoped the
tenderness would last.  It didn't.  I placed the handle of the whip against
her neck and backed her to the wall.  She didn't resist at all.  "That's
it, slut.  Nice and easy.  You're going to be little cum-dump from now on.
Don't fight it.  Just know that's what you're good for.  Maybe if you'd
sucked your stepdad's cock he wouldn't have beat you so much." That was
just mean, but it did force her to discover an untapped well of sobs.  My
video buyer wanted her wrecked.  Now, she was wrecked.

   I picked up her hips and lifted her, still keeping her back on the wall.
She looked at me one last time, begging with her eyes for me to stop.  She
saw the expression on my face and didn't even bother to verbalize the plea.
She just froze as I lined up my cock and pushed her down onto it.  She
whimpered and groaned.  I felt mild resistance where her cherry should be,
but nothing extreme.  It must have been partly broken already, but there
was a little something there.  She yelped as I pushed through the remains
of her hymen.  "God, you actually did it," she moaned.  "You actually did
it to me."

   "Wait until you see what I do next," I said merrily.  I'd fucked a few
whores not much older than her, but I'd never had a cunt this young.  I was
overjoyed and I couldn't contain it.  I pummeled her against the wall.  She
was little enough to have the cock cause her some distress, but big enough
that it didn't injure her.  "Soft cunt, but tight!" I grunted.  She was
soft and warm, and despite her unhappiness, very wet.  Her body constantly
betrayed her, and even worse, part of her mind pushed the thought that she
liked being treated like a whore.  She was a mess of feelings and emotions.
Like I said, she was wrecked.

   I wasn't deluded enough to believe that she wanted what had happened to
her today.  She might have willingly become my lover if I'd been nice to
her for a while.  Hell, if I had been nice to her for a long time, she
might have been able to develop normal relationships with men.  Her chances
of developing a healthy sex life would have increased even more if I'd just
left her alone.  Sure, some high school hot shot would have probably been
cold to her after conning her into fucking, but almost every girl goes
through that.  No, I was bad for her through and through.

   But she was sure as hell doing great things for my level of happiness. I
loved fucking her.  She seemed so helpless to resist that it made me feel
strong.  Abusing her kind of amused me, but I was thrilled to the marrow
that I had created a situation where I could abuse her and she'd keep
coming back.  I owned a cute little girl completely.  That had been a dream
of mine since the day I'd gotten my first pubes, maybe even before.

   I was still fucking her against the wall and enjoying it completely, but
I wanted a little more drama.  I pulled out of her and then just stepped
back.  She slid down the wall and landed heavily.  She was confused, but I
picked her up by the hair and turned her around before backing her right
onto my cock.  I stood and fucked her pussy slowly, taking my time and
letting her body discover the thrill of the change of pace.  She was taking
those deep breaths again, now.  She couldn't help the fact that even
unwanted sex stimulated her.  I searched with my foot for a moment and
found the flogger.  I dragged it with my toes until it got to where I could
reach it.  I kept fucking Bella with slow, lewd strokes, but I would lazily
smack her with the flogger.  A smack to the ass, a reach under to put a
little sting on her precocious titties, a casual drop between her shoulder
blades.

   These blows were soft, but they would sting slightly, and they would
make certain that the slow fuck was a nasty piece of work.  She was in
almost no physical distress from the cock gently pumping her young cunt,
and that meant that her body could take more pleasure in being fucked.  But
the little stings would remind her that she was being used by a bad man at
the same time her body was getting off.  "Feel it building, Bella?  Feel
that cum building up?  When I was just fucking you it wasn't there.  Now,
I'm fucking you and whipping you and you're getting all wound up.  Nasty
little whore.  You better hope I keep you for a long time.  Who else would
want a useless little bitch like you?"

   The humiliation had found its way in again and her knees began to
buckle. I steered her to the end of the bed.  She put both hands out to
steady herself, but I soon pulled one back to her pussy.  She had good
fingers.  The odds of me making her cum during the first rape of her pussy
went up quite a bit if she worked her own sex as I was doing it.

   She dug her fingers into her pussy for a while and then she kind of lost
her mind.  "I hate you," she hissed.  That made sense to me.  She had
plenty of reason for hating her rapist.  "You fucking stupid little whore,
I HATE YOU!" she shouted.  I guess she hadn't been talking to me in the
first place.  "Go ahead and cum on his cock, you little slut.  It's all
you're good for anyway.  Let him hit you.  You deserve it.  You deserve a
man like him, stupid little bitch!" Well, if she was going to abuse herself
like that there was hardly any need for me to be there, but I was damned
glad I was.  I'd been an asshole to quite a few women and older girls, but
I had never driven one to this kind of display.  Face it, crazy women are
hot in general.  Crazy thirteen-year-old girls naked on the end of your
cock are even hotter.  "Hit the bitch again," she hissed.  "Hit her hard!"

   I obliged, within reason.  I still had no designs on injuring or
breaking my new toy.  I laid a little heavier drop between her shoulder
blades.  Bella shrieked and then shook all over.  She was cumming.  I'd
managed to get her to put herself over a second time.  I didn't really care
much about her pleasure except as a tool to control her.  I'd managed to
use that tool pretty well, though.

   I pumped her hard for a few seconds and that was all it took.  I fired
about half my load in her little cunt and then pulled out and put the last
of it on the small of her back for the camera to see.  I sank to my knees
for a few seconds, bit her lightly on her ass and then grabbed a camera off
my nightstand.  I was hoping to get a few more words from crazy, broken
Bella.  "How do you feel, Bella?" I asked her as she slumped down at the
end of the bed.

   "What?" she asked groggily.

   "What just happened there?"

   "I came on his cock," she mumbled.  "I was bad.  He knew all along I was
bad.  That's why he picked me."

   "So, you think you deserve to be treated like a filthy little slut?"

   "Yeah.  Yeah," she muttered.  She was still barely aware of what was
going on.  It was like watching someone who was doped up.

   "Did you know before today that you were nothing but a little whore?"

   "I thought I was a good girl."

   "And you'll come back with me and do this again?"

   "I have to.  I'm bad.  He's here to punish me."

   I made her stand up and turn around so that all the carefully placed
marks were visible to the cameras.  Then, I let her get dressed.  She was
fair-skinned, but unless she had some bruising that really spread out, she
would pass inspection in summer clothes.  I instructed her to wear a full
t-shirt and to make sure her shorts didn't reveal any of her stripes.  She
didn't protest at all.  She really didn't want anyone to know what had been
done to her, especially because she thought it made her bad.

   I dropped her off in the neighborhood where I'd found her, and she
wandered toward home without looking back.  She'd been given instructions
as to where to meet me the next day.  I took her to all the places I'd
promised.  I gave her a full day of princess treatment.  She was glum and
almost non-responsive for part of the day, but after lunch she perked up.
She was almost giddy by the end of the day.  She grabbed my hand before she
got out of the car.  "You kept your promise," she said.  "I know you punish
me because I'm bad inside and I need it.  But you're sweet to me sometimes,
too.  Maybe there's some good in me, too.  But no matter what, I think you
are the most wonderful man in the world.  I'm a lucky girl!" She
practically bounced out of the car.

   I looked after her and thought for a moment.  I'd taken a vulnerable kid
and driven her so far into delusion that she now thought her rapist was a
wonderful man.  I'd probably really broken something inside of her.  I
smiled.  It was going to be easy to keep this little bitch as my plaything.
I'd committed an act of evil and been amply rewarded.  Life is great
sometimes.  That reminded me.  I had my act of evil on video, and if I
wanted to get rewarded for it again I'd better get it edited and contact my
buyer!

   >>>

   I had Bella for three years before her stupid cow of a mother fell for
some fly-by-night and moved out to the West Coast, dragging my little bitch
with her.  It was okay in some ways.  I'd grown mildly fond of Bella over
that time, but I had grown even more cruel in some ways.  The closer we
got, the more my mind games broke her down.  Another year or so with me and
she was going to end up in an institution or something.  This way, she got
to go be crazy in San Diego and I didn't have to deal with it.

   By that time, of course, there were a whole new bunch of middle school
girls in the city.  They'd never seen my act.  About a month after Bella
left, I saw a little blonde with a gorgeous body but absolutely no sense of
style.  Like a lot of odd duck girls that age, she could be damned cute
with the right clothes and hair.  I approached her from behind.  "Come with
me right now, young lady!" I ordered.

   She looked at me as I pointed where to go.  She had big blue eyes behind
her unfashionable glasses.  She was terrified.  Her knees were shaking.  I
took a couple steps toward the car.  She followed.

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