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 The Prefect's Little Piggy (Mg12, slavery, NC, Mdom)

   by Mannheim Knot

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   A Prefect takes custody of the twelve-year-old daughter of a criminal.
He makes her into his slave, playing with both her body and her mind.(Mg,
slavery, humiliation, NC, Mdom)

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   March 15th, 2035--Albert Lea, Minnesota

   Edward Solomon looked at the woman standing in the doorway of his home
office.  Her handcuffs weren't a toy.  She was ten minutes from shipping
off to twenty years hard labor.  Even these days with the Law and Order
Party ruling the land, that was a heavy sentence for stealing a credit chit
from an inattentive woman at a bar.  Of course when the chit she boosted
happened to belong to a well-known model who was the frequent plaything of
the State Chair and her husband, a girl could expect the hammer of justice
to fall pretty hard.  The woman expected Solomon to speak.  He did not.

   "This is my daughter, Prefect," the woman said at last.  "Amelia, say
hello to the head of the whole Prefecture."

   The adolescent girl, short for her age, a bit soft on her curves, but
showing a precocious little bust, looked up at the Prefect with her sad
brown eyes.  "Hello, sir.  I'm Amelia.  Please don't send my mother to
prison for a long time.  She's really sorry for what she did."

   "Amelia, my dear, your mother stole from a very important person,"
Solomon said as if the whole situation made him very sad.  He stroked the
child's dark brown hair.  "She must pay her debt to society."

   "But--" the child fell quickly silent as the Prefect raised his hand
before her face.  Tears began to roll down her adorable cheeks.

   "Amelia, I'm paying my debt by giving up the rights to be a mother," the
woman said quickly.  "The court is now your guardian."

   "What does that mean?" Amelia asked.

   "It means, little one, that your mother has signed off on custody of you
in order to get out of her jail time.  Your future being put into better
hands is worth that to us," Solomon said with the same mock sadness he had
affected before.

   "So, if I go to a foster home, Mom can go free?" the girl asked.  She
was still hoping for the best for her mother.  Had she only known.

   "Something like that," Solomon said with a chuckle.  "But yours is a
special case.  You see, the foster home is my house."

   Amelia was a bright girl and a good student despite her mother being a
petty thief and the type of person that would sell her own daughter to a
pedophile in exchange for her freedom.  The twelve-year-old knew now
exactly what type of deal her mother had made.  "You're a thief and a
slag!" Amelia snapped at her mother.  Her mother just turned away from the
girl.  "I can't believe you would do this!" Amelia said, trying to get to
her mother but being held back by the powerfully built female bailiff.  The
mother remained with her back turned.  After a moment's futile struggle
against the bailiff's grip, the child realized that the only swipes she
could take at her mother would be verbal.  "Actually, knowing you, I can
believe you'd do it," the girl said coldly.

   The mother turned back around.  "Oh, you think you're so much better
than me, don't you?  Fuck you, ya little bitch!  Let's see how well you
turn out after life hands you a few lumps.  I was fourteen when I had you.
Fourteen!  I never had half the fun the other girls did in high school,
because I had to take care of your sorry ass.  And you!  You just had to
come home every quarter and put those straight A's on the home page for our
screen display so I saw it every time I turned it on to watch something. 
And then you get elected Winter Carnival class rep and rub my nose in
everything I lost because of you.  You're not half as smart as you think
you are, Missy!" The mother held her hands out to the bailiff who looked to
Solomon for permission to remove the cuffs.  "And you're fat anyway!" the
mother tossed over her shoulder.

   Solomon nodded, and the cuffs were removed.  The bailiff handed them to
the Prefect.  He snapped them onto little Amelia's wrists.  The girl didn't
fight him or even get angry with him.  He hadn't betrayed her.  Amelia just
dropped her head and wept.  She missed the bailiff's second glance to the
Prefect, and the hard look and subtle nod he gave the Amazon.  The bailiff
understood.  Did this dumb bitch really think that she could steal from the
State Chair's favorite cunt-licker and then cut a deal for her freedom? 
She'd serve what she could of her twenty years in the Headwaters Iron Mine,
but only about one in a hundred survived there for more than five years. 
No one had made twenty.  Had she not sold her daughter, Solomon would have
probably just sent her to Meyer's Prairie Work Farm.  It would have been
hard, but she would have made it.  With the cost of keeping prisoners, she
might have even managed to get an early release in eight or nine years. 
She wouldn't even have been thirty-five.  Now her fate was a different one.


   Solomon had no mercy in his heart for those who betrayed a sacred trust
like parenthood.  That's why he'd never had children of his own.  He'd
recognized his own predilections at an early age.  He might have preyed
upon his own children, so he never had any.

   When the door closed, Solomon moved to Amelia and put his hand on her
shoulder.  He pressed his thumb to the sensor and the cuffs recognized his
bio signature and snapped open.  "Those were just for show," he said
softly. "You're not the type of girl who needs to be physically restrained.
You listen to orders, don't you, Piggy?" Amelia bristled at the
name-calling for a moment, but then nodded.  She kept her head down.  "What
do you know how to do?" he asked her.

   "Nothing," she whispered.  "Brad Downs kissed me once when his mom
dropped me off after the Fall Dance." She sniffed back some tears.  "He
said I was cute."

   "You are an adorable little piglet, and I don't think you're too fat at
all," Solomon said, picking up her chin.  "I think you're just right, and
so does Brad Downs, that smart little guy.  Middle school girl, right?"

   "Yessir, second semester sixth grade.  Well, I was."

   "We'll get you back to school someday," he said brightly.  "I don't keep
my pets for too long.  Maybe a year or so, but you'd damned well better be
ready to come running if I ever call you back for a weekend.  I get
sentimental sometimes."

   "Sir, is this even legal?  I mean a grown-up keeping a girl just for
sex?"

   "Public Law 94-32: The education of our children being tantamount in
securing a prosperous future, State officials ranked Sub-Prefect or higher
may employ any means they deem necessary to further the development of a
child.  The State's interest in this matter is not subject to any
conflicting laws or statutes."

   "You guys wrote a law so you could legally have sex with kids," she
said.

   "Were the Law and Order party, Piggy.  Nothing we do is ever illegal."
He grinned.

   Amelia had never really held out much hope of arguing her way out of it.
Her shoulders sagged.  "What do I have to do?" she asked, defeated.

   "Just what you're told.  But do it with a good attitude.  I know you're
going to want to cry sometimes.  That's okay.  I don't care about tears, or
calling out in pain.  Just make sure you do what you're told right away,
and NEVER refuse me."

   "Why would I do that?" she asked grimly.  "You'd just make it hurt
worse."

   "Smart girl." He took her by the hand.  He led her to a room with a very
nice bed and a pretty girlish décor.  "This is your place to keep your
things and have some private moments.  You won't sleep here much.  I'm a
snuggler.  I like to have my warm little piece of ass right in bed with
me."

   "You don't have a wife?" Amelia asked.  "I'm sorry.  I mean thank you
for the nice room, sir."

   "You're welcome, honey.  You won't be kept in a cage or chained up.  I
don't even lock this door.  But there are a dozen guards on the grounds at
all times, and you'd have nowhere you could run even if you got by them. 
And, no, I don't have a wife.  Seemed like a stupid thing to have when I
would always have pets about the house."

   "I could be your daughter," she offered as a last ditch effort.  "I'd be
a really good girl.  Don't you want children?" she asked and then realized
what she'd said.  "You do want children," she answered herself, "you just
don't want to be a father."

   "And I have all of the children I could desire, Piggy.  Being a Prefect
is a hard job, but it has its perks.  Now, my room is right across the
hall. Get out of that adorable school uni, and into what I laid out for
you. Come see me within the next five minutes, or you will find out what
it's like when I'm disappointed with you." He closed the door behind
himself.  He'd decided he'd let her bawl her eyes out in private for a
little bit.  That was mainly what the room was for.

   Solomon liked his playthings to maintain a bit of a personality, so he
had to give them a little space to breathe.  He even gave them days off and
had his twin nieces take them out sometimes.  They would ask Katie and Kara
about what became of the girls after he was done with them.  They'd give
them replies, truthful ones, about being sent to one of the better
State-run academies if they were good students or being given regular
servant jobs they could handle if they were less gifted.  Solomon's pets
always had hope, always had a light besides an oncoming train at the end of
the tunnel.  They would break down for a while after he used them hard, but
they wouldn't break altogether.  He would have liked to think he kept them
sane because of kindness, but truthfully he just liked them to have a
little spirit.  It made forcing them to do perverse things all the more
satisfying for him.

   Four-and-a-half minutes later, Amelia walked into the bedroom where
Solomon now sat naked on the end of the bed.  He looked at her and saw a
little fire in her eyes.  She was using her anger at her mother to make her
feel strong.  And she used a little gallows humor to try and make her
situation seem tolerable.  She played at the sheer little black top with
the single tie in front, and then looked down at the neon green crotchless
panties.  "Why have me wear anything at all?" she asked.

   "A person should have appropriate attire for work," he said.  "You're a
fucktoy.  This is appropriate." She shook her head slightly as she tried to
make her brain accept that this was real.  Ten minutes ago, she was an
honor student.  "Kneel down where you are over there, Piggy." Shaking now,
she dropped to her knees and let her head sag down.  "Tell me who you are,"
he said.

   "I'm Amelia Montgomery," she said softly.

   "Incorrect.  When you cross to me in a moment, I will slap you very hard
on the tit for that wrong answer.  Tell me who you are."

   "A fucktoy?" she squeaked.

   "Better," he said.  "And what is my name for you?"

   "Piggy," she whispered.

   "Very good," he said.  Her face was still down, but she was so red with
humiliation that it showed in her neck and the adorable ears visible
beneath her short dark hair.  "Why do I call you Piggy?"

   "Because I'm fat," she said with a little sob.

   "Incorrect.  That's a slap on the other tit.  Those sting, Piggy.  If
you give up on answering, I'll just give you one smack on the place of my
choosing.  If you keep guessing, you'll get a smack for every wrong
answer."

   "I give up," she said and shook in fear of the slaps and smacks he'd
promised.

   "Fair enough.  You are NOT fat, Piggy.  You are called Piggy because I
can see already that you're a disgusting little fuckslut.  Oh, I know one
when I see one.  You will be taking my cock everywhere, and you will be
swallowing whatever I tell you to swallow.  There is nothing so nasty you
won't do it.  Doesn't that sound like a dirty little pig to you?"

   She nodded and sobbed.

   "What noise do pigs make?"

   "They oink."

   "And squeal," he said.  "Crawl to me, Piggy.  And squeal as you do it.
Do it well."

   The little girl dropped to her knees and then after a moment collapsed
all the way down into a sobbing mess.  Solomon gave her a moment to compose
herself.  She deserved that.  Besides, he liked making them cry like this.
He got a little thrill from getting physically rough, but the real thrill
was in watching a girl in a complete state of humiliation and hopelessness.
If she froze for too long, or if she refused or bolted, Solomon had ways of
using pain to break them.  He didn't mind, but he preferred it when they
were bright enough to accept the fact that he was complete master of their
little lives.

   Amelia began to crawl.  She inhaled and let her uvula rattle in a
snoring grunt while her mouth shaped the sound into a "Qwahhh.  Qwahhh. 
Qwahh." It was soft, but it was a start.  He would have let her get by with
this for the moment, but Amelia paused, took a deep breath and then
squealed loudly.  "Wah-Reee!  Wah-Reee!  Wah-Reee!" She snuffled a few more
times and then pressed the side of her head against his shin.

   "Pretty Piggy," he said and stroked the wedge-cut hair.  "Eddy likes his
pretty Piggy." He grabbed the hair on top of her head and lifted so that
she was on her knees only and her upper body was in a straight line over
her hips.  Instinctively, she tilted her head back against the hair pull.
His big hand came down on her round little left tit.  "That was for the
first wrong answer," he said calmly over her sharp yelp.  He held off for a
second to let the sting sink into her nerves.  Then, he brought his hand
down on her right tit.  The round little orb turned red enough that it
showed through the sheer fabric as he stared at it.  "That was for the
second wrong answer." She nodded as much as she could.

   He looked at her round little face.  She was adorable.  Even as tears
streamed from the big brown eyes, she held them open to meet his gaze.  He
smiled slightly at her and then slapped her on the left cheek.  He didn't
hit her very hard, it was about humiliation, not pain.  Still, it had to
have stung.  "That's because I was too stupid to know why I'm Piggy," she
said breathlessly.

   Solomon was overwhelmed at the way she acknowledged her situation even
as the ensuing sob revealed how deeply it shamed her.  He kissed her on the
lips and then smothered her face with kisses.  "Good Piggy," he said
fondly. "Very good little Piggy." He smiled down at her again.  "Eddy
adores his little Piggy." Then he spit in her face and rubbed it around
with the wide palm of his hand, almost grinding it into her face.  "You are
going to be a very useful little cunt.  I can play all my favorite games
with you.  Do you like being my useful little cunt?"

   "Yes sir.  I like being your useful little cunt."

   He slapped her left tit again.  "Don't lie."

   "I hate it," she said quickly.  "I want to go back to school with my
friends." She took a few deep breaths and then hiccuped a little.  "But if
I have to be here, I'd rather be a useful cunt than a dumb useless one you
have to beat up.  Please, Prefect, teach me how and I will be the best
little cunt you ever had.  I don't want to make you hit me anymore."

   "What if I want to hit you?"

   "Then you will.  You're the boss of me now.  I can't do anything but try
to make you happy."

   "Smart for a Piggy," he said.  Then he smiled.  "I like smart little
fucksluts.  Just be honest about things like you are right now.  Don't try
to clever, because clever and smart are different things, and no matter how
hard you try, you can never be more clever and deceitful than I am.  I'll
bet your whore of a mother thinks she's clever."

   "She's a moron, Prefect."

   "Very true," he said with a nod.  "And she betrayed you.  For all she
knew I'd fuck you once and then murder you, or maybe I'd torture you every
day or give you up as a treat to my men when I'm done with you."

   "Do you do those things?" she asked him, apparently never having really
thought of all the possibilities.  Her reality was frightening enough for
her.  She hadn't gone into the even worse possibilities.

   "Not very often.  It's up to you.  You play your part and I won't do
those things.  You fail me, and I refuse to rule any of that out.  For now
you're safe from that.  It's enough to own you completely.  I do, you
know."

   "I know."

   "And I am going to make you into a complete little cockslave."

   "But I'll live?"

   "Provided you amuse me for a long enough time to make setting up your
future seem worth the effort."

   "How do I do that?" she asked.

   "Keep being exactly what you are, a bright, pretty little girl reduced
to serving as an utterly disgusting little whore for me and me alone."

   "I...  I think I can do it, sir."

   "You'd better, Piggy.  Your very life is at stake in the end."

   Amelia looked up at him.  The blatant threat struck her to her very
core, but she still had hope.  She had a reason to endure.  Solomon had
seen his friends take every bit of that away from little toys like her.  In
the end, those children all just went through the motions, feeling nothing,
perhaps even hoping that their master or mistress would get bored and kill
them so that it would be over.  Solomon could make such creatures, but he
saw little sport in it.  This girl was fighting for her life, a future she
believed might be worth living.  It gave every moment with her a raw
emotional power, a thrill he deeply craved.  Amelia's eyes filled with
tears again, and then she snorted softly, becoming the little piggy he had
told her to be.  She would make every effort to please him and secure her
future.

   "Get up on the bed.  Lay on your back and show me your little cunt."

   Amelia scrambled up onto the bed, and as was becoming her habit before a
humiliating moment, drew in a deep breath and then did exactly as she was
told.  She spread her legs wide.

   Solomon looked down at her trembling body.  She had a hint of that
delicious little girl puffiness to her cunt, but she also had a sparse
covering of fur above her slit.  Solomon took it all in.  If he went off
his monthly pill, he could stick a baby in this little beauty.  But if the
baby was a girl he would eventually betray her, rape her.  He would never
have the thrill of breeding this child.  That stung him, but it was not her
fault.  He repressed the urge to beat her for it.  He gently reached down
and traced his thumb up her slit.

   Amelia jumped slightly at the soft touch, the sensation that was both
invasive and slightly pleasing.  She wanted to be quiet, but words slipped
out when she was nervous.  "I'll try to learn to like it," she whispered,
"but it feels wrong right now."

   "Shut up for a second, Amelia.  Your pussy is beautiful, and I want to
experience it." He glanced up and she bit her lip and nodded slightly.  He
saw possibilities with her.  She might be one of the ones who bonded with
him.  It wasn't rare with girls this age, and even less rare with ones who
were angry with their parents for giving them over to a pervert without
trying to fight for their daughter.  He would keep praising her, letting
her see him as the source of approval as well as degradation.  Saying nice
things to her was actually easy.  He thought rather highly of her.  He
stroked her outer lips with both thumbs for a while, hoping to see that she
would relax enough to lubricate for him.  Amelia was too tense, though. 
She had absolutely no experience with sexual play.  Solomon lowered his
mouth to her little snatch and began to kiss and lick it.  He was tender
and careful.  After about thirty seconds, she exhaled softly, and her hand
absentmindedly trailed down and touched his hair.  "Sweet, sweet little
Piggy," he muttered.

   "It tingles," she whispered.  "It doesn't hurt."

   "Your body is old enough, Amelia.  It's feeling pleasure."

   "Oh," she whispered.  He knew that she had probably not really made the
connection.  By giving her sensation the name 'pleasure,' he had allowed
her the chance to look at it another way.  The reminder that her body was
old enough made some of the strangeness go away.  "What am I supposed to do
now?" she asked.

   "Let any sounds and little movements your body wants to make take over.
You're practically a teenager.  Teenagers enjoy sex.  That's normal." She
nodded and took a deep breath, trying to relax even as she continued to
tremble.  Solomon could let this go on for a while.  He could never simply
let her enjoy it, become his little lover.  If he did that, then his later
rough treatment of her would seem a betrayal.  But he could let her
experience pleasure for a while, let her know that was in the mix.  It
would allow her to bond with him somewhat, but it would also be one of the
most potent factors in her complete humiliation.  She believed she was
merely playing along right now, certain that everything she did was forced
upon her.  It would only be after she knew that she had drawn pleasure from
it that Solomon could utterly confuse her on the point of whether she was a
good girl in a bad spot or really was the disgusting little whore he said
she was.

   "Oh.  Oh my," she whispered.  She stroked his hair again.  "Sir, I do
feel it now.  I really am almost like a teenager."

   "Good girl, Amelia.  Good girl." He continued with his gentle licks and
kisses.  She was definitely getting wet now.  Girls this age were so
governed by emotions.  They could be remarkably stubborn, but when
approached in the right way, they could be easier to confuse and manipulate
than little ones.  Adolescent brains were at an age where shades besides
black and white first appeared.  A year or two ago, there was only good and
bad in Amelia's mind.  Now, there were other tints to things.  Having an
adolescent chemical plant for a body didn't make things any less
complicated.  He could feel the heat in her little cunt steadily rise. 
When he poked his tongue inside a little bit, he could sense that her body
was kicking into full gear, wondering if maybe having something inside
there might not be so bad after all.

   "Oh my god, it feels so good!" she whispered in pleasure and disbelief.
The whisper gave way to a louder declaration.  "It feels good!"

   Solomon found her clit now.  It was damned near impossible to locate at
the beginning, but now it was engorged, hoping to be discovered.  He sucked
it into his mouth and then released it, listening to the soft grunt she
gave in response.  He lashed it with his tongue and then took it in again.
He knew it would be almost too intense for her, but he had stopped caring.
He loved her grunts too much to stop doing it now.  His dark side was
rising as her arousal took hold of her.  Just a little more, and he'd have
her where he wanted her.

   "I think I'm cumming!" she cried.  "I never...  Oh god!  Oh god!" She
gripped his hair tightly and then let it go as her little body quivered. 
"Oh my god," she whispered in a shuddering voice.  "Oh my god."

   Solomon grinned.  "I knew you were a horny little fuckslut.  Look at
you, yelling and grunting while a man you didn't know twenty minutes ago
eats your little cunt.  And you came!  God, you're a fucking disgusting
little whore."

   "But you said it was normal!" she cried, for the first time angry at him
for his abuse.

   "I fucking lied, Piggy.  You were so easy to get into it.  I barely even
tried and you opened right up and practically begged for it." He knelt
between her open legs and spit in her face.  Once again, he rubbed it
around all over her cheeks.  "Fucking little whore.  I never had a girl
give in so easy."

   She was bawling now.  "Please, stop.  It was so nice and now you're
mean!"

   "It was nice for a little slut like you.  Don't even try to deny it. 
You were completely into it.  All this nice little girl shit you believed
about yourself was the lie.  Admit it.  You're a horny little pig."

   "Please!  I just--OWIE!" Her begging for mercy had been replaced by a
wail as he twisted her tit with a painful squeeze between his thumb and
forefinger.  "Ple--OW--Please...!  I'm a horny little pig!  I'm a horny
little pig!"

   He released her tit and spoke to her as she wept.  "I made you say it
out loud, Piggy, but deep in your heart you know it's true.  You can tell
yourself it was just being smart and playing along, but you know there was
more to it or you wouldn't have been cumming and telling me how good it
felt.  Now, I'm not hurting you.  Say it again."

   "I'm a horny little pig," she said in a combination of too many emotions
to count.  Certainly there was fear, but also anger, shame, disgust and not
least of all surprise.  She had done everything he just said.  She was
clearly wondering how much truth there was in the declaration.

   "Good little Piggy," he said and stroked her hair and then kissed her
cheek.  "Very good, very pretty Piggy." He kissed her lips and left it
there long enough that she felt compelled to kiss him back, just a slight
movement of her lips, but in it a sort of surrender.  She was taking
consolation and praise from him as well as the abuse.  Solomon smiled.  He
was becoming her whole world, her reality.  "You belong with me, Piggy.  I
will adore you despite what you are.  I will make you admit it over and
over, and I will remind you of it over and over, but I will never hate you
for it.  I will never turn you away for being a little slut.  I will
pleasure your body and allow you to be exactly the wanton little creature
you are.  And I will love how pretty you are, how smart you are and how
once you get used to me, you will love me right back.  Your mother would
never have given you those things.  I will give you all those things, and I
will give you a future you never could have had with her.  And all you have
to do is let yourself be the little fucktoy you want to be."

   In all his time, Solomon may have never seen a more delightfully
confused and torn little girl.  He was all she knew anymore, and his view
of the world was upside down.  Everything she thought was wrong seemed to
be right with him.  He called her horrible names, spit on her, abused her
tits, slapped her face.  He called her pretty.  He told her she was smart.
He said he adored her.  He told her she was a disgusting pig.  He promised
her affection and a bright future.  Amelia did the only thing that might
offer her any comfort.  She reached up and grabbed her tormentor around the
neck and hugged him tightly.  She cried into his shoulder.  "Will you love
me?" she asked.

   "In time," he said, not completely untruthfully.  "But I'm going to fuck
you first.  You're still wet, and that's the best time to do it."

   "Will it hurt?" she asked as she still clung to him.

   "I would imagine.  You're not a very big girl, and my cock is pretty big
around.  I'm not really much longer than most guys, but I will fill your
little cunt completely.  And even though I'm not tremendously long, I'll
reach as deep inside you as you could take a cock anyway.  It's going to
hurt at first, but then you are going to learn to love the fact that I can
stuff you full.  Horny girls like you love being full.  It's the only way
they can feel like they're getting the most out of their fucking." He
paused for a moment.  "Besides, you still came after getting abused a bit.
You're one of those freaky girls who gets off on pain a little." The two
events were probably completely unrelated, but if Solomon could convince
her mind that there was a connection she might become the very thing he'd
told her she was.

   Amelia clung to him, not wanting to let go of her only comforting
contact in the world, and possibly recognizing that once he began to move,
he would be ramming a thick cock into her tiny little pussy.  "Please be
gentle," she whispered.

   "No." Solomon pried her hands from his neck and pinned her arms above
her head.  He brought her wrists together until he could wrap one big hand
around both of them.  "I'm going to rape the shit out of you, Piggy.  You
need to learn to love what I can and will do to you.  When you feel the
sting of a slap or a pinch, you need to realize that your mind and body
take some filthy pleasure in it.  I need to teach you what a twisted little
freak you really are." Amelia started to protest, but his hand clamped over
her mouth and nose, smothering her.  She struggled against it, genuine fear
building in her.  She couldn't even begin to move him.  A moment of clarity
came to her.  She stopped struggling and even spread her legs a bit
further. Acceptance, surrender.  "Smart Piggy," he said and let her
breathe. He released her hands.

   Amelia looked up at him as she caught her breath and then looked down to
where he now held his thick cock in one hand.  It was drooling with
pre-cum. Solomon watched her eyes go wide as she pictured what it would do
to her.  She was terrified.  He took his free hand and slapped her tits
again.  He gave her a moment to see how she reacted.  Had he convinced her
that the slaps turned her on?  At first he thought he hadn't taken her that
far yet, but then, she arched her back slightly.  She was subconsciously
offering him another go.  At least on an experimental level, she was
willing to see if he had been right.  Solomon slapped them again, and then
leaned down and ferociously kissed her.  This time she kissed back right
away.  Just as she was opening her mouth to accept his tongue, he pulled
back.  She reached for him.  She was beyond thinking.  She was only
reacting.

   He slid his cock up to her little cunt and using one hand to keep it
straight, forced the head of it through her tight little opening.  "Owie!"
she moaned pitifully.

   "We just started, Piggy," he said with a little laugh.  "Real fun is
about to begin." Confident that he wouldn't turn sideways now that he had
the tip seated, he grabbed her by both hips and drove his cock into her. 
She screamed as the invader drove through her hymen and ended her twelve
years of virginity.  "What a tight little whore cunt!" he roared.

   Amelia instinctively began to struggle against the painful invasion. 
Solomon laughed and just drove himself deeper into her.  He looked down and
saw the obscene picture of her little pussy stretched beyond reason as his
thick cock impaled her.  "OWIE!" she sobbed and pushed against his chest in
the most futile of efforts.

   Solomon pulled back and then drove hard.  She was old enough, just
barely, to let him drive all the way into her.  He wasn't going to move
into parts of her that weren't meant to be fucked, but he sure as hell
fucked every centimeter of her that could take it.  This was his favorite
age.  The really little ones couldn't take the whole thing without being
injured, but this age could.  All it did to twelve and thirteen-year-olds
was hurt, a lot.  Still, he knew that within a week or so, girls this age
could begin to take him with far less pain.  Hell, a girl this age might
even feel some pleasure by the end of the first session.  Solomon was
gleeful as he raped her now.  She was too little to need punishing force to
control, and big enough that little caution was needed.  "Fucking Piggy,"
he said in a sing-song voice.  "Fucking Piggy, and she likes it."

   "It hurts!  Please.  It hurts!"

   "I told you it would, Piggy.  But we have to do it sometime.  So, I'm
going to enjoy it.  Soon enough, you will too.  You're a bit of a pain
freak anyway." He happily slapped her across the face and then leaned down
to lie on top of her.  For some reason, she looked delicious to him, so he
began to lick the tears off of her face.  He loved the salty warm liquid.
Little girl tears turned him on.  He began to hammer into her at full
speed, and he grabbed the hair at both sides of her temples.  The child was
pinned completely beneath him.  She could only move her legs.  She flailed
them about a little to no effect, and then instinctively wrapped them
around his thighs.  Solomon was inspired by the pitiful sounds of the
girl's whimpers as her cunt was being impaled and her hair was being
pulled. His body took in a different set of pleasures.  Her soft hair
between his fingers, the warm tears trickling down the side of his neck as
he buried his head above hers, the warmth of her soft body and those round
little tits beneath him, and of course, the tight sheath wrapped around the
cock that pounded her like a piston.

   She had still been slightly wet when he first drove into her, and he
figured the blood might have helped a very little bit in the beginning, but
despite her terror and pain, she was still lubricating.  Some girls went
dry on him during the first rape.  But others had a body that reacted to
the invasion by providing moisture.  It was a far better defensive measure
than shutting down.  With her cunt being wet, Solomon was getting the best
of things.  His cock was wrapped in an impossibly tight sheath, and her
body's natural fluids caused a seal to be formed so that her little snatch
was almost sucking him back in even as he withdrew.  She was red hot
inside. The blood was rushing to all the right parts inside of her. 
Ridiculous tightness, warmth, wetness...everything to make a perfect cunt.
Solomon merrily pounded away.

   "Go ahead and cry for me, little bitch.  Let it all out.  It's not easy
coming to realize that you were born to be a fuckpig.  Go ahead and scream
if you want to."

   She obliged, but the scream was less about pain this time than it was
about utter helplessness, and again about anger at him.  But with the anger
came a new sensation.  A person's body wants to move when it's mind is
reeling with anger, and Amelia began to move what she could.  Her little
fists pounded on his back and shoulders, but the sensation they created
would hardly qualify as pain.  The only other part of her body that could
move at all were her hips and legs.  So, she began to move them, and within
thirty seconds or so, they realized that the best movement they could make
was to time herself to him.  She was fucking him back, angrily.

   The new movement created new sensations for her as well.  Her body may
well have been operating independently of her mind, but it was learning to
maximize pleasure and minimize pain when she fucked.  The whimpers grew
less pitiful.  There would still be sharp intakes of breath when the girth
of his cock split her wider than was natural for such a little girl, but
the paralyzing, blinding pain seemed to be gone.  What pain remained might
have even been translated as something else by the brain Solomon had played
so many games with on this day.  "I hate this," she whispered.  There was
truth in her voice, but less passion and conviction than she had probably
meant there to be.

   "If you could make me stop you would," Solomon grunted as he slowed for
a minute and took in the sensation of fucking her ravaged little cunt in
long, deliberate strokes.  "But you can feel it now, your body adjusting to
it.  You're even beginning to feel the pleasure fucking brings."

   "It hurts.  I hate it!"

   "Both true, but at the same time, part of you is feeling the pleasure.
And part of your twisted little brain is getting off on the pain, too. 
You're everything I said you were, Piggy.  Absolutely everything."

   Amelia fell back into silence.  Her deep breaths were sometimes
interrupted by a hiss as his long strokes went far up inside of her, but it
was obvious to Solomon that her brain and body were each at war with one
another.  Her brain was rejecting him, rejecting this even as it wondered
if he was right about her all along.  Her body was feeling pain, but it was
also fucking him back, experiencing the natural urges of a girl...  to take
a cock inside her, to let a man press down on top of her--and like so many
girls' bodies-- to ultimately surrender to the fact that it was made for
this act.  God, Solomon loved girls this age.  There were so many conflicts
in their mind just when they were walking around school on a normal day. 
Put them in an extreme situation like this, and they battled with
themselves in entirely new ways.  And that internal strife made them so
very, very vulnerable.  So pliable.

   Solomon released her hair.  He leaned up a little and smiled down at
her. "The first time is almost over, beautiful Amelia.  I am going to get
rough one last time, and then you are going to take a man's load for the
very first time.  We'll give your little pussy a rest after that." He rose
up further and brought his hand to her neck.  He barely squeezed, but her
response was immediate.  She tried to get away.  Her reaction to breath
play was very strong.  Solomon made a note of that.  But then he picked up
his pace, slamming his cock in and out of the hot, tight little cunt that
sheathed it.  He was close now, ready to boil over into her.  He took note
of the way she was adorable even with her eyes bulging and her hands
clawing at his wrist.  But then his thoughts were all about finding just
the right spot to maximize the eruption that was about to spill from him.

   "Bl-reck-url!" she squawked at him.  He had no idea what she'd been
trying to say.  He didn't care.  He did release her throat, because he knew
he lost control at the end sometimes.  She wheezed as he changed angles. 
"Bad girl!" she croaked.  "Bad girl!" Solomon felt her little cunt begin to
twitch.  She was having a mini-orgasm.  This wasn't sheer pleasure that
could send her into ecstasy, but she had a responsive body, and she was
getting her cunt stuffed over and over.  Nature defeated self-perception.

   "Came- on- your- rap-ist's- cock!" he grunted as he pounded the last few
fierce strokes into her.  He felt triumphant as his head began to swim from
the rush of fluid leaving his body.  The cum ripped out of his cock feeling
almost like it had sand in it.  He came so fucking hard it hurt, but it was
such a thrill that the pain only added something to it.  His strokes
shortened as he worked the last of it out of him, and then euphoria took
over his body.  "Such an angel, and such a little whore.  You're the
perfect girl, Piggy."

   "I came," she whispered in shock.  "I came when you were being mean."
She was silent for a moment.  "Oh god, I am a pig!"

   "A pretty, pretty pig," he said as he rolled off her and pulled her onto
his chest.  He stroked her hair.  "Oh, Amelia, you were a good student, and
now you're a good little fucktoy.  You have amazing talents."

   "I'm disgusting," she said with a sniff.  "I'm awful."

   "Nonsense," he said with a chuckle.  Damn, he'd done a good job mixing
this one up.  "Let me tell you something, Amelia.  People already liked
you. They put you on the Winter Dance court.  Now, you not only will have
boys think you are pretty and smart, but special boys whom you like will be
able to get their world rocked by you in a way they never dreamed.  Think
of it, Amelia.  By the end of this week, I will have taught you how to do
things none of the other little princesses on that court will know for a
long time.  In another week after that, you will know things that none of
them will EVER know."

   "How to be a whore," she groaned.

   "Exactly.  Don't you know what men want in this world?  They want
everything.  They want pretty and smart partners who will also show him
that they are completely into anything he wants to do.  You're a perfect
girlfriend.  They won't just love you.  They will wonder how in the hell
they ever got so lucky that they could fall in love with a girl who makes
his every fantasy come true.  And the worse you get with me, the better it
will seem to them in the end."

   "Really?" she asked, still doubtful, but not completely rejecting the
idea.  He'd have her certain of it in three days, then he would tear all of
it apart again and build it all back up.  Over and over, he would play with
her mind until all she knew was that it felt good to please him and
horrible when she disappointed him.  The rest would swirl around in her
confused mind for ages.

   "Really.  Now, be a good little Piggy and clean my cock."

   "Where's the cloth?" she asked.

   "Oh, Piggy, really?" he asked with a chuckle.

   "Oh," she said and took a deep breath before moving down so that she
could take him in her mouth.  "Prefect?" she asked.

   "Yes, Piggy?"

   "There's blood on it."

   "Oh, I can see where that might make you squeamish, but a girl only gets
one chance to taste her virgin blood.  Suck me clean right now, or I will
be very disappointed." He let the last few words sink in.

   Tentatively, she began to kiss and lick his cock.  Then she opened up
and took him in.  He grabbed her hair and began to pump himself into her
mouth.  She mumbled and groaned against him for a while, but he kept it up
and soon she was just trying to find a way to breathe while he face-fucked
her.  He only kept her going for a minute or so, just enough to get him
really hard again.  He pulled her off him.  She caught her breath and then
had a look of alarm on her face.  "I think I'm going to be sick," she said.

   "That door's the bathroom," he said calmly, pointing.  She ran in and
closed the door behind her.  He caught a glimpse of pink-tinged cum running
down the inside of her leg as she disappeared.  Even with the door closed
he could hear her empty her belly.  "Clean your legs and use the
mouthwash," he called through the door.  He heard the water running and
then heard her sobbing in the bathroom.  A little while later he heard the
tinkling sound of her pissing in the toilet and then more water running. 
"Make her pee for me tomorrow," he chuckled to himself.

   She emerged, shaken but done crying for the moment.  "I'm sorry," she
said.

   Inside, he chuckled.  He raped her.  She apologized.  "It's okay, Piggy.
Go back in and get the white little box with the pink female symbol on it,
the circle with the cross.  It's on the top shelf of the cabinet." She came
back out with the plastic box.  "Get on all fours, facing the bathroom
door," he told her as she handed him the box.

   He knelt behind her and took one of the little bullet shaped inserts
from the box.  He slapped her once on the ass and slid the insert inside of
her rectum while she yelped.  "What is...?  It's melting!  It's warm."

   "We used to have to use messy gels that came out of tubes.  This will
keep you slick for a good half hour, and it tingles, doesn't it?"

   "What is it?"

   "Suppo-lube," he said.  "Makes the next thing we're going to do easier
for you."

   "Oh god," she whispered.  "I thought maybe we were done for now."

   "I said I'd give your pussy a rest, little one.  This ain't your pussy."
He didn't even bother explaining.  She'd been pure when she came in, but it
was clear she and her friends must have discussed all of the things people
did.  She'd maybe even watched videos.  He lined up and pressed the tip of
his cock to her opening.  It was a fight to get into her, and she moaned
and wailed the whole time, but he got enough of his shaft up her tiny
asshole to get it seated.  She cried softly as he held still.  He would
take her hard this way.  If she got a little banged up it was okay.  He
could always give her ass a few days off.  The cunt he'd need later
tonight. For now, he was just going to rut like a wild animal.  "Just take
it," he said as he began to move back and forth.  He got her loosened
enough that he was ready to make the big drive into her and bury himself to
the hilt.  "If you don't want to get the shit beat out of you, there's one
thing you need to start doing now," he told her.

   "What's that?" she groaned.

   "Squeal, Piggy!  Squeal!"

   As he drove deep, deep into her and stretched her tiny hole, Amelia took
a deep breath...  and squealed.

   * + *

   October 5th, 2039

   Amelia Montgomery was the most popular girl in the sophomore class at
State Elite Academy, where she had transferred to begin seventh grade.  She
was a good student, keeping up with all but the handful of genius-level
kids in her class.  She was shorter than most of the girls in her class,
but busty.  She might have been one of those girls with a little baby fat
if she hadn't worked out so often, but she kept her little body tight.

   Every sophomore boy loved her, but they seemed so very young to her. 
She was a year older than them, having had fifteen months of her life away
from school and kids her own age.  She politely turned them down when they
asked her out.  She liked them well-enough, but they didn't excite her. 
But when Drake Ericson, from the senior class asked her out, Amelia
accepted.  He was a sweet and handsome boy, very thoughtful, very smart. 
Everyone knew from the onset that the two were going to become a steady
couple.

   Still, it was three months into their relationship before Amelia took
him to her bed.  They made sweet love, and Drake did absolutely everything
right.  Amelia held him afterwards, and she felt like she couldn't stop
kissing him.  She loved him so.

   "I just had the greatest experience of my life, Amelia," he whispered.
But the thoughtful boy followed it up with an astute observation.  "You
just had a pretty good time.  What can I do?"

   "Do you love me?" she asked.

   "You know I do!"

   "So much that I can trust you completely?" she asked, her voice more
filled with anticipation and hope than doubt and fear.

   "I would give my life for you.  No girl holds a candle to you!" he said,
and she knew he meant it.

   "Then take me again, Drake," she said softly, and led his long hand to
her throat, "but this time, know that there is NOTHING I won't do for you.
Nothing at all.  I don't even care if it hurts or if it's nasty.  Do you
understand?"

   "I think so," he said, his grip beginning to slowly tighten on her
throat, his other hand finding her ample breast and twisting.

   She moaned in ecstasy.  "And call me 'Piggy,'" she whispered with the
last of her breath.