Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 This is a story based loosely on the models that use to appear on the
(LXXXX)-teen-model.com sites that featured young girls dressed up
provocatively in high heels and thongs and g-string bikinis, their
pubescent innocence in full display, Chloe takes that further.

   THE OPENING OF CHLOE

   (Written in collaboration with jennielovespet)

   Roleplay/Fiction

   It was all going to happen, after so long it was finally going to be
something real and complete between us.  It had taken years but now the
time seemed as if a few minutes had past.

   When my wife, Lindsey, left I was not surprised, it had been coming. 
She was a woman that knew what she wanted and had no problem usually
getting someone or somebody getting it for her, she was in short, a
gorgeous hot taut porcelain work of art that had the ready ability to
flaunt it in spectacular ways that usually sent men and women begging to
surround her and provide her slightest wish with out question.  That was
until she came into my sphere of contact, then it all changed.

   I met her at a corporate affair that my company held in one of the top
floors of a downtown five-star hotel, the most lavish and most influential
held in awhile.  While it was feted as a celebration of my thirty-fifth
birthday, it was in disguise a way of thanking all the politicians and top
businessmen that had put my company in the top of the Fortune 100. 
Conservatively, the three billion that my corporation was worth was due in
a large part to those here, and the back door deals that we put together to
put us in the position we were at.  Movie stars and government lawyers were
there, rock stars and CEO's mingled.  When she walked in on the arm of an
Italian president of a airline manufacturer, most turned to look and stare
as everyone often did.  She wore Armani and silk, the thinnest material
that left nothing hidden but innocently elegant so that it seemed she had a
style all of her own.  Her laugh was so easy and quick, her eyes sparkled
at each turn, her skin so smooth and glistening with athletic invitation.
Somewhere in the night we were introduced on the roof, overlooking the
liquid skyline and by morning we were inseparable.

   As we spent more time together, my trends slowly revealed themselves and
she was almost an equal in my insatiable need to delve into nastier forms
of expression and regal repression.  There was no hesitation of her part
when it came to using her to pave my way into certain business deals or
sealing some acts of covert blackmail against rivals.  Brokering a deal
with a certain banking official in the White House Corps, met me at a
Washington yachting resort only to have Lindsey to prepare herself
beforehand.  When the crucial moment of decision came, I excused myself and
she came out of the back bedroom, her perfect body encased in a sheer pink
miniskirt, her makeup exquisitely done, her lips glossed, her blonde hair a
mane of tousled wave of silk, her pink five inch heels tapping across the
tile floor.  Her tits were thickly erect and her cunt smooth and slightly
parted.  As the official looked in awe, she sat on a satin ottoman in front
of him and opened her legs and ran her fingers to part her cunt to his
gaze. Licking her finger she squeezed her full tits and then ran a pair of
fingers to her knuckles up her parted pink hole and then tasted them and
again rammed them in and offered her sticky fingers to him.  As he asked
who she is, she simply replies, "I'm yours, to do whatever and however you
want, paid for and delivered." She looked at him with sparkled eyes.  My
research showed he had a rough streak.  "Every hole is yours."

   By the end of the meeting he had abused and tied and raped her in a
frantic mindless way and she played the role and enjoyed each slap of her
raw nipples from being bitten and gagged for his large cock head, her skin
as pink as her shredded dress as he tore it forcefully off her incredible
body...at last as her body heaved in cum and sweat she returned to the back
bedroom and after the lens corroborated the acts on video, the next step
was sealed.  That had been one of her lesser scenes I used her in.  On
business trips I would "sell" her to auctioneers in slave bidding in New
York townhouses in Central Park for the weekend, have her enter sleazy porn
video arcades at lunch time and have her frequent the 25 cent arcade booths
and allow her face and mouth to be fucked by total perverted strangers
while watching loops, collar her and restrain her arms behind her in
leather arm chaps and tie her ankles to the bed and invite members of a
local soccer team my company sponsored to lunch at a villa, her blindfold
blinding her to the many men who came in her ass as she kneeled head down
on the bed in the living room.  I trained her well but in the end she never
fully realized that the reason we were together was that when we met she
needed someone who would not serve her but who she could serve.  That and
the fact that the reason for the cars, the furs, the jewelry, the houses I
bought her was that she was there for my pleasure, for my unheeded use and
availability for my perversions and cock and cum.  When she got pregnant
with Chloe, she was still open to allowing herself function as my personal
slut hole, actually craved it...letting men and women milk her tits in
front of an audience, wearing larger and larger butt plugs so that more
than one cock could fill her ass while she offered her clit to be sucked by
younger and younger teen boys, some picked up at the local Macys or
Nordstrom, others while they walked in the street as I sat in the jump seat
of the company limo, myself dumping a load on her face.

   In the end, when she left to Europe to move in with a 18 year old
Italian son of a world wide financer I had no qualms, my pulses of nastier
incredibly sexual scenes had dulled us, but there were no regrets.  I
pushed her from my thoughts as I pushed into work and my round of weekly
escorts that were both young and equipped to handle my thick cock wherever
I had the impulse to use it and the spontaneous willing readiness to serve
and please me.  When the third year came round that Lindsey had been living
in Italy, I received a revelation that changed my life forever more.

   After Chloe was born, she was encapsulated under the terms of the row of
lawyers that Lindsey paid for with my money and before it seemed a month
she was whisked to Italy and under the foisted guardianship of Lindsey and
her new found playground.  As she began to speak she would call, a small
voice on the line, a distant tiny peal of joy that filled me with
incredible feelings and wonderment.  As time went on I got mail from her
but with the pace of business and pressure I never was able to do her much
justice, simply hoping that the amount of money afforded her would do in my
place.  Late on a Sunday afternoon as I finish a jog in the park I came
home to find a contingent of very high ranking mayoral aides at my door,
leaning against there cars in my gated front yard.  As I came up the senior
aide smiled and asked if he could see me inside.  As I toweled the sweat
from my neck he looked at me and said in simple terms.  "Michael, your wife
Lindsey was in a jet that went down coming back from a vacation in
Barbados. I am afraid she did not survive." I felt like I had been kicked
in the throat.  As I stared in disbelief I saw in his eyes, he was serious,
dead serious.  "What about my daughter Chloe?" I wavered.  "That's why the
mayor got involved, it seems she is now a naturalized citizen of her
country, the family, Lindsey's husband and family, want nothing to do with
her." He shrugged gently.  "Seems she was basically seemly disregarded as
long as her mother was there, she had been a second thought.  The mayor
likes you Michael and he can do something to get her back here if that is
what you want?"

   I was speechless for the first time in my life.  What ever had gone
amiss with Lindsey, I wouldn't let that happen with Chloe.

   After the first six months that Chloe had come to live with me at our
huge lakeside mansion, I was astonished at her, 11 years old and the same
halo that enveloped her mom had impregnated her in spirit and skin.  Smooth
porcelain skin and a natural haughtiness that radiated out from her.  The
servants that were there during the day left and we would spent hours, her
asking about her mom in inquisitive ways that sensed she had bigger
questions but was willing to bide her time, she asked countless questions
about me and my business and my life and my family and anything she could
to keep the neglect she had in Europe away.

   At night she would come and talk with me in the den, often wearing short
silk tops that barely reached her thighs, her feet in socks.  I would
glimpse her taut smooth slit as she shifted and see the pink firm mound
part as her legs opened and she laughed her mothers laugh, her eyes and
nipples alive and searching out and aching to be loved and needed and held.
As she leaned over to get a coaster her nipples would brush my arm and her
parked cunt would rub along my thigh as I sat watching her.  If it hadn't
been for my frequent visits in the hotels or in the bedroom while Lindsey
studied, of my paid whores I would have put my plan in action sooner but I
wanted this to become a event of our entire lives.  The fact that she was
my and Lindsey's child was a assured precursor that the plan would be exact
and perfect.  This was the gift that was our fate.  She would often fix me
a drink from the bar in the den, reaching up on the barstool, her small
peach haired tender ass cheeks jutting out, her bald cum poised sculpted
cunt lips showing between as she reached into the ice bucket, reaching in
deep and delving far down so that her ass hole opened and her pussy hole
stretched affording me a cock stiffing long look as I spoke to her while
stroking my cock under my robe.  Her budding young capped nipples and
breasts fluidly moved when she laughed or reached up to hold my shoulder so
as to hold herself up while she giggled uncontrollably as I spoke of silly
things I remember her saying or doing.  Sometimes she wore panties when we
were talking or laying around watching TV but I had made sure that they
were extra thin and small for her, so that they would get wedged into her
cunt and rub against her clit and thin so that I could see the sheer
outline of her lips and wet nasty moist fuck hole.  Some times she would
subconsciously reach down and finger the satin panties over her clit and
rub herself freely, watching me as I watched her and she'd smile.  "Daddy,
will we always live here?" She said it off handed and yet it sounded
matter-of-factly.  She asked as we sat in the den with me, her on the far
end of the leather couch, myself in the leather chair next to it, my legs
propped up on a leather ottoman.  My robe was loosely tied around me, the
front loosened and my cock draping between my thighs so that she would
catch glimpses of me and my thick cock shaft as we spoke.  She was holding
a fan of cards in her hand as we played a game of "Go Fish", her smile
alternating between deep concentration on her cards and her attention to
the conversation we were having.

   "What Doll Baby?" It was a favorite nickname between us, one that only
the two of us knew.  "Why?" She looked at me through her blonde bangs and
gave a wane smile.

   "I don't know Daddy, I just was wondering kind of you know?" She
shrugged her little shoulders and peered at me, her eyes lowered slowly, as
I sat up a little, and then her eyes stared at the top of her cards, or
rather, over them slyly.  I realized that she was taking in the slick
sweetening tip of my cock that appeared through the folds of my robe.  I
made no real attempt to cover up.  Even at that moment, I wrenched within
myself to not stand and grip her ankles and part her legs and feast on her
sugary opening, bare and smooth and roll my tongue deep in her until she
whimpered and wailed to have me pound my stiff gnarled hard cock head in
her and load her full of my raging shaft.  I wanted her small pink tongue
swirling over my ball sacs and warming the jizz swelling there, her tiny
finger snaking up into my asshole as I ravaged her fresh body with my
unyielding craving for her.

   "Chloe, no baby, we will be here for as long as you wish." I put my
cards down and took her cheeks in my hands and ran one of them over her
silken fine blonde hair and ran my fingers along the back of her neck,
feeling the fine silk hairs that shone in the sunshine against her tanned
skin.  I lingered, allowing my fingers to caress her neck and angel kissed
skin.  My cock head was out lying outside the fold of my robe, its
considerable girth flared slightly as I touched her like this.  "Doll Baby,
you will always be here with me." I leaned into her and she instinctively
hugged back against me, her supple small budding nipples brushing and
feeling my cock head as she held me around the shoulders and then moved her
arms down towards my waist.

   "Daddy, what are you thinking about?" She looked up at me.  "I mean do
you ever wish that Mommy was still here?" She shifted a little, her warm
body nestled against my lilting meat flesh as she pulled back and looked in
my eyes then peeking down at my cock and came out of her seat and rested
her soft ass up onto my lap, her silk chemise the only thing that was
between the crown of my prick and her smooth ass cheeks.  The feeling of
the material between my cock and her ass hole was electric.  She turned her
neck back at me and gazed up at me.  She cuddled up in my lap and snuggled
in, again shifting and rocking her bottom against me.

   "Well Doll Baby, yeah, I miss your Mommy, sure.  I am sorry that she had
to go away and I do miss her honey but she will always be in my thoughts
and in my heart.  She was always good to us baby, she never did anything to
make me not love her, you know, she gave me something that I will never be
able to thank her for whether she was here or not." Chloe looked at me and
in her small voice asked in curiosity.

   "What do you mean Daddy?" She had a look in her eye, looking like some
thing was going to suddenly appear, something that she had overlooked or
misplaced.

   "You don't know honey?" I looked at her and ran my palm across her
cheek, a finger along her full lower lip.  "She gave me you Chloe.  She
gave me the gift of you baby." I bend and kissed her lips, her not
resisting and me pressing in passionately, savoring her sweet breath and
tender lips.  As I did I sidled my fingers across her ass covered in satin
and shifted my cock shaft out between her ass cheeks, growing and hardening
as it warmed to her as she made a small sound and ran her hands over my
arms and my chest as she looked so happy and contended.

   Then she tucked her head into me and nuzzled her face against my heaving
chest as we lay there in the chair.  My cock had now taken on a rhythmic
low throbbing as it was wedged between her ass, so close to her hot little
bald cunt lips, I could almost imagined her pink hole exhaling its sweet
fragrance down on my cock crown and drenching it with perfume.  We sat like
that for nearly twenty minutes, both of us nearly gentling moving and
listening to the silence of the room and relishing the closeness of our
contact and exchanging subtle conversation with our bodies.  Finally as the
edge of her short chemise raised and the ridge of my cock made contact with
her smooth ass and a small dribble of pre cum draped a smear across her,
she looked up at me again.

   "Daddy," She turned her face back up at me, lifting herself on one hand
propped on my chest and her other hand thrown back by her side.  "if Mommy
isn't coming back and we will be here forever, can I ask you something?"
She looked so angelic and pure as I looked back at her, I felt awed.  She
looked so close to sleep, I was sure she was struggling to stay awake to
ask the question.

   "Sure baby, what?" I brushed her hair back from her face.

   "We'll when I was living with Mommy over there, she said that I had to
be good around Paolo because he said that she was the "Woman of the House"
and that I was just the kid that came along.  So I guess I was wondering
now that Mommy is not coming back and I am living here with you Daddy, does
that make me the "Woman of the House"?" Am I the Woman of The House here
Daddy?" Her eyes fluttered as she looked up, making a struggling effort to
stay up.

   I felt a sudden thickening and a rush within me, knowing that she had
realized the thing that had eluded me; that she was going to be the woman
of the house, MY woman of the house.  I again leaned in to her small
beautiful face and fully kissed her on the lips, a kiss that sealed any
question that our fate was sealed.  "Yes Chloe, yes, you are the woman of
the house now baby, now and always Chloe, of course you are."

   As she turned her small face back smiling, a breaking smile that spread
all across her face.  Then, she said.  "Daddy I love you so much." Her
small hand reached down and slowly and then with increasing firmness,
closed around my hefty cock shaft, swelling in incredibly thick and hard.
The pre-cum leaked like in a steady stream over her fingers and down my
thigh, slick and translucent.

   As I put my hand over her back and rubbed her shoulders to her neck, I
whispered to her.  "And Daddy loves Chloe." As she fell off to sleep, I
waited until she was motionless and reached in between her legs and found
how wet she was, her small cunt opening easily to my gentle rubbing
fingers.

   *****

   I came home late on a Wednesday the next week, the house dark and warm
as I made my way to the master bed room I checked in on Chloe, the light
basting her face in a gentle soft light, her puffy lips turned down as she
slept.  I started to lift the blanket to her chin and stopped and then
pulled it back.  She was absolutely bare on the white sheets and her cunt
was glistening shallowly, her nipples so pink and pebbled with small goose
bumps and taut, her lips so full and so patently made for cock sucking, the
perfect fullness and curve.  As I watched I could see her nudge slightly
then stretch her arms over her head and allow her limp head to loll towards
me, her legs opened wider so that her bald fuck hole pealed open so her
clit and tight pink meat of her cunt beaconed me.  I watched and then with
the mirror on the other side of the room showing me standing over her, I
pulled my semi hard cock out of my trousers and cupped my balls with one
hand as I stroked over her image.  My shaft soon glistened with pre cum,
spread with my hand, as I spit on my hand and felt my balls and cock base.
I longingly imagined the moment when I would be fucking Chloe's face and
throat for real, feeling my hard thick cock squeeze forcefully into her
tender slit to fuck and fill her, see her eyes widen and show her the
guided ways of showing her our natural place in life, her slowly
transformed into my darling little nasty personal fuck toy to be molded and
used far beyond any imaginings of her mother Lindsey, a legacy that she
would ascend to, to be honored by.  Being able to dress her up in a variety
of outfits and sometimes ripping them off her tight nasty tits and cunt
hole so that she could enjoy the heat of being violated and used as was her
true dimension, her true soul.  Other times tenderly make love to her
showing how skillfully she could perform for me and whoever I allowed her
without question or hesitancy.  I knew that Chloe was born and accepted the
most accomplished unveiling of her own higher calling, her destiny.  I
looked at her superb tits and ass and cunt and mouth and skin and hair and
I swelled with pride as my jizz load coursed up my shaft and was nearly
bursting out of my swollen balls and splashing out ...not embarrassed in
any way as I saw the quick flash of my reflection in the full length mirror
as my scrotum strained upwards and my heavy balls swung as I jacked off in
firmly measured strokes.  Chloe stirred slightly and as she slid in one
fluid motion to face the mirror with her eyes half-open she snuggled up and
her ass spread as her leg crossed over.  My huge thick load jutted out as I
stared at that crown of her asshole and her smooth offering of flesh
proffered up to my eyes.  My cock blast rained along the comforter and
soaked the top layer edge.  The remaining twitch of my cock load spilled
out as my cock wavered in mid air and the mirror showed a guzzle of cum
crème drooling out as I stood breathless above her.

   Finally, I wiped my gnarled cock clean on the soaked spot and then
gently wrapped the comforter over her, tucking the wet cum stained edge up
ner her mouth and neck, taking care to see to it that she may loll her
tongue out sleeping and taste my cock juice while she slept.  I zipped up
slowly, kissed her forehead and made my way to my bedroom and before
retiring to the sheets, again stroked off a heavy load in to my hand as I
thought about what was to come very soon.

   In her room, Chloe's tongue came out and she smiled at her reflection in
the mirror as she tasted the sweet cum juice that soaked on her comforter
from her wonderful Daddy.  Though the child had not dared to chance a look
at the reflected image of the beauty and magnitude of the wonderful cock
that had made her she had sensed it's presence.  When her daddy had freed
his glorious manhood from the constraints of his clothes her delicate nose
had detected the faint musky scent of male genitals that subtly permeated
the air and now she could taste the essence of a man.  Her man, and
although she did not know much about sperm yet she was pretty sure that the
large pool she was dipping her little tongue in was substantial.

   Now alone with her thoughts Chloe kicked the satin sheets off her
slender frame and reclined on her back with one sculpted leg drawn up and
turned away.  The light of a waning moon filtered through the trees and
cast a slight blue glow on the developing girl accenting her purity and
youth.  She ran a slim finger into the congealing cum and spread a trail of
the warm spend on her upper lip under her nose allowing her to smell the
potent semen as she tasted it again.  Instinctively the seductress savored
the taste of her daddys cream before reluctantly swallowing it yet knowing
that soon she would digest him and his body would flow in her own life
giving blood where it belonged.  She had yet to learn the true meaning of
her life, yet already she had sensed that there was a connectedness with
her father, that for some reason this secretive baptism by his special seed
was just a beginning.

   As she contemplated the future she again scooped up a small tepid sample
and watched as she painted a silver trail down the soft plane of her chest.
When the seed ran low she took another finger full and began the trail
anew, again watching intently as the sperm glistened on the fine downy
hairs sensually adorning her flat tummy.  One more dip and her index finger
ran gently over the lips of her swollen preteen cunt before curling down at
the base of her sleek slit.  Her left hand reached and parted away her left
cuntal lip as her lean right leg bent away exposing her girlhood openly and
invitingly.  Chloes right finger placed the last vestiges of her daddys
jizz into the portal of her vagina against her hymen.  Her hymen was one of
two doors that had to be breached to make her what she was to be and
unknown to her, her very cervix was the second barrier to the final goal.
Only when that was surrendered and the cock was in her uterus would she be
his alone.

   The blue moonlight glinted coldly off the ring on her left hand.  It was
sent to her by an unknown person on her tenth birthday and even though she
had no idea what it meant her mother had insisted she wear it.  Every time
Chloe had asked her mother what the symbol was she looked away and changed
the subject.  It looked to be a partial relief of a female on her knees
with her cupped palms face up resting on her thighs.  There was no head or
torso yet the image was most certainly a girl in a position seemingly
servile in nature.  Chloe obediently wore it despite her confusion as to
who it was from and what it meant and had she paid more attention she would
have seen the immediate, yet barely perceptible smile on her daddys face
the day he picked her up.  She had so many questions about her moms past
before the divorce and hoped to get some answers from her daddy soon.

   That would have to wait because now she had that strange need in her
loins to take care of brought on by her daddy actually masturbating over
her small body.  Her right middle finger began a steady fucking motion in
and out of her developing birth canal pressing in and stretching her cherry
carefully before retreating with her vaginal tissues clinging tightly. 
Slowly and deliberately the young preteen fucked herself with one hand
while with her other she began dragging the rings relief image over her
throbbing clit.  Chloe felt her meaty clitoral hood responding to the mild
pain she was inflicting on her slightly oversized clitoris as the rings
surface scraped along the clit shaft.  Her other finger pressed a long nail
under her clit root as she imagined the horse cock her daddy surely
possessed poised above her as she feigned sleep.  She knew she was getting
to him but didn't expect him to beat off to her this soon and was pleased
with the progress they were making.  The nymphs cuntlet was still
developing and was at the stage where her clit hood was much larger than an
adult womans and it made clitoral stimulation difficult.  This she
countered by taking the next bold step.  One that she had not dared until
tonight.  The lust resulting from her fathers forbidden act fueled her
unnatural sex crave like never before and closing her eyes while clenching
her teeth she began trying to insert a second finger into her undersized
vagina.  Chloe felt her pebbled little nipples harden as she stretched her
coltish legs farther apart and her silken chest was becoming glazed in a
sheen of sweat as ever so slowly her ring and index finger forced her
tissue thin vaginal membranes apart.  The nubile sixth grader felt
something tear slightly sacrificing a single drop of blood when suddenly
she felt her two slender fingers pop through past her first knuckles.  This
was more than she had ever had in her cunthole ever before and she was
afraid to go deeper.  Applying a numbing pressure yet afraid to tear her
own hymen she began fingering herself in shallow ever faster fuck stabs
while rubbing the Gorean ring harder on her tender clit and urethra.  Girl
cream began drooling out of her raw slit down the sweet, tight crease of
her ass tickling the tiny pucker of her virgin asshole and the woman/child
knew this cum would be heavenly painful.

   Taboo images flashed in front of her innocent eyes now of things she had
held repressed and as her eighty-some pound bundle of raw nerves thrashed
on the sweat soaked twin bed she began verbalizing like never before. 
"Fuck it...arrgghhh..fuck it up me daddy..fuck my nasty slut hole...nnggg"
she writhed and began panting her chest and flat belly was quivering with
need as young Chloe strained toward blessed release.  "Cmon daddy tear me
open and get that babymaker up me where it belongs...ahhhh yes dad thats a
good daddy now it's going up my hole.  Tell me sir is my cunt as tight as
my ass?  My throat?  Am I finally the tightest dirtiest fuckslut you ever
had?" The schoolgirl felt her vaginal walls sucking her fingers deeper as
she envisioned her daddys huge spermy balls slapping her little gaping
asstube and she could swear she felt his heavenly, rubbery foreskin
sloppily gliding up and down his greasy, bloodied cockmeat.  "Godddd daddy
dearest I love your holy cock...jizz my womb daddy....bless my womb with
your semen shoot..make me your slave!!...oohhh..nnnn." A childish groaning
sound echoed through the girls room not only falling on the deaf ears of
stuffed animals but coming through like music on the security speaker in
the huge bedroom suite next door.  Thinking he'd have to get the cameras
wired soon, the handsome father with a demanding nature smiled as a peach
of a cuntlet surprised a unique child by squirting a runny mixture of
ejaculate and urine onto the stained satin bedclothes.

   OPENING OF CHLOE - Chapter 2

   The next night was the longest night I ever spent.

   I was just out of the shower when Chloe came into the room.  I had my
slacks on and an open starched shirt, my hair still wet.  She looked around
when she didn't see me in the bedroom and came into the master bathroom as
I combed back my hair.  I looked at her glowing fresh young skin that had
the sheen of sleep and electricity about it.  Her blue eyes were
translucent and stunning as she flicked her long lashes, her smile broad
against her face.  She came up behind me without warning and reached around
my legs and thighs and hugged me, her arms wrapped around and her warm
cheek snug against my ass as she giggled and held me tight.  "Morning
Daddy...ummmm..." I looked at her, feeling her tiny hands caressing my
upper thighs, her face peeking over my hip and her beautiful face staring
into my eyes as she looked up at me.  I immediately closed my eyes as I
stopped mid-stroke combing my hair.

   "Oh, who is that, is that Millie.  Are you here to clean the house?" I
was referring to Millie, the housekeeper.  Chloe laughed out loud.  "No
Daddy!"

   "Well is that Adrian here to take Chloe to school?" Adrian was the temp
that I hired as a driver to get Chloe to school." She giggled.  "No Daddy!"
Her shallow giggling was like the sound of pouring wine into a crystal
glass."

   "Well is that Mrs.  Anderson?" Mrs.  Anderson was the neighbor down the
hill who sometimes agreed to look after Chloe if I was running late.  She
was like Chloe's aunt and had been comfort to her after Chloe had moved
back in.  "No Daddy!" I half-opened my eyes to see Chloe aching to have me
know it was her.  She was rubbing her cheek face harder and harder into my
hip and her little hands were moving more and more along my thighs and the
effect was that my limp cock began filling, growing a little as I felt her
so close and her aroma so near.  All at once, I opened my eyes and turned
around, her mouth and face so close to my hardening cock shaft and lifted
her up and set her up on the counter facing me and settled her with her
legs spread around me as I looked down at her as she laughed and put her
hands up on my shoulders.

   She had put on some glitter eye lash and put her toy makeup red on her
lips so that her full lips pouted in a glossy curl.  She was dressing as
the woman of the house.

   "Oh it's my little Chloe, my little funny pretty Chloe girl." I reached
down and tickled her and she struggled to get away as I leaned in trapping
her as she laughed and shook her head.  She had put on one of her short
shorts and a thin T-shirt that were so tight that the thin material molded
on her body like paint.  Her pussy lips were prominent through the shorts,
pulsing and full, actually stretched back by the material so that the cunt
lips were parted and her small puffy nipples were clearly outlined right
below the stenciled letters on her shirt that were etched in pink and
purple logo psychedelic style that said "Big Girl", the title of a song
from some boy band that was big right then.  "It's my silly little Chloe
girl isn't it?  My little Doll Baby Chloe." I leaned in and scratched her
cheeks with my chin stubble that sent her into howls of glee and her body
and crotch again worked against my loading cock meat, further getting me
harder.  I reached around her to the sink behind and to the side of her and
turned on the water and got a small scoop of warm water in my palm and as I
reached to kiss her forehead I leaned back and sprayed her with the gush of
water, making her shriek and shake and try and get away.  The water had the
desired effect as it spilled across her face and shirt, her T-shirt growing
transparent and her nipples hardening some, the moisture from her chin
dripping directly onto the crotch of her tight short shorts, the tiny
panties showing lace patterns, the slick taut twat lips showing through the
criss-crossed stitching of the material.  I scooped up more water and again
splashed her so that she was becoming even more visible to me, her lithe
compact body even more exciting and available.  "It is my Chloe, my big
Chloe." I shoved my hips up some so that she was pinned up against my
growing cock in my pants and the bathroom vanity mirror, her legs
outstretched on either side of me, and I again splashed a full spray of
water on her, across her face and down her body.  Her tits were taut and
pointing out, her cunt beaconing as it was stretched wide, her laughing
face so alive and ready.  She gulped and looked at me so longingly as I
reached down with my wet fingers and toyed openly with her cunt lips
through the material, my lips drawing down and kissing her full on the
mouth.

   She mouthed out through pursed lips.  "Yes Daddy, yes." She fluttered
her lashes up and then down and smiled broadly.  I shoved my tongue in her
needy hungry wet mouth, her body and movements entirely surrendering to my
forceful mauling of her mouth and cunt lips.  "Oh Daddy, oh Daddy, do it
please Daddy...oh....do it to me, please!  I love you." She hunched her
hips up against my hand.

   I ran my hand over her hip and rolled the short shorts down as far as I
could and then lifted one leg and yanked them off onto the floor.  I felt
her again grip me with her leg, hard.  I reached into her panties and then
in one fierce stroke, ripped them off hard and with the tearing sound in my
ears, I plunged a finger deep into her willing cunt hole, pink and fresh
and aching to be used.  I felt her pebbled cunt walls against my finger
tighten, she was so fucking tight and pulsing as I fingered her, my thumb
roughly teasing her clit hood.  "My doll baby, that's right..." I forced
her legs wider as I assaulted her fuck hole, knowing it was now that Chloe
was to begin her rightful role as my perfect personal cum depository, my
wife, daughter and whore.  I tore her T-shirt over her tits and sucked them
raw and hard,, biting them so they throbbed and pulsed on my tongue, still
delving deeper into her swollen snatch and feeling the hymen that was to be
my most furious conquest, the act that would marry us forever.  Her sweat
smelled like perfume to me as I ravaged her fuck hole with my thick finger
and gripped apart her ass cheeks so that her twat opened wider allowing me
deeper access.  I watched as she arched her back and ram up on my probing
finger.  "Play with my pee hole like that Daddy, yes...ohh...yes!" Her hand
stroked my thick rigid cock in my trousers, already leaking cum load.  I
unzipped and took my cock out, letting it ache in midair as Chloe reached
under and squeezed around my cum filled cock sacs.  I took her skimpy thin
panties and stretched them into a rope and shoved them into her tight pink
cunt, sweating them with her musky pussy juices.  As they got moist and
drenched with her sticky clammy juice, I tasted them and then opened her
mouth and had her suck on them, savoring her own leakage.  She bit down on
them, sucking the drippings as I used her for what she was born to become.
Molding her into my cock slave was what made me ravage her that much more
fully, let her know what I expected from her from the start.  "Daddy, put
your finger in more, please...God Daddy...." She was pleading and begging,
her blue eyes glazed over and her tiny mouth nearly on the verge of crying,
so racked with need.  Her blonde hair was matted back against her face,
wanting to make herself more available, lifting her ass up so that my hand
was tight in as possible to her curved bald cunt lips, red swollen and her
clit vibrating, the hood slithering back and exposing the raw tip so moist
and eager to be touched, licked, used and teased.  "There Daddy, make my
thing ache...oh..." She could barely get the words out she was breathing so
harshly and her lungs ached to get the words out.  "Make me naughty Daddy,
uggghhhhh...." She thrashed around on my finger, wet and slick.  I again
used my finger in deep, in and out, and I leaned down onto my knees and
gripped her thighs back hard and slithered my tongue in on her clit, down
to her asshole and then in through her parted twat hole and then wrapped my
tongue over her budding clit and sucked the sweet cream in, milking her
clit, soft and then roughly and then softer again, holding her legs open so
that her tendons stretched out and afforded me a cunt feast, my daughters
pink taut nasty virgin fuck hole.  I felt her shiver and heave as I toyed
with her cunt and clit, again moistening my finger and shoving one and then
trying to shove in another as I greedily fed on her burgeoning clit hood
and sensitive clit tip.  Her cunt opened a little wider almost allowing
another finger in, she wanted it, she reached down and tried to force the
finger in with her small hands, shaking back and forth.  When she couldn't
open any more, I pulled my fingers out and grasped her ass cheeks and used
my tongue to start to tongue fuck her, going in deep and slithering into
each nasty sugared edge of her fuck walls, then suctioning her raw reddened
angry clit.  Trying to get my tongue tip to swipe my spit over her hymen
bulge, I christened her tight membrane with my slick spit and knowing that
it was the last barrier to becoming my full fledged cock slut, my glorious
candy fuck hole, her ass, cunt, her mouth my prized piece of fuck flesh. 
She was to be my crowning achievement.  Soon my daughter and my wife, and
my twat cock slave would become one, our destiny nearing at last.

   "Chloe, show Daddy how you cum, fucking show me how wet you can be, show
Daddy, come on." I yelled at her.  I reached in with both hands and pried
her cunt open as wide as I could and spit down her hole and then pried in
two fingers up to the knuckle and as I did Chloe shook uncontrollably, her
body racked with ache and shivering as she let out a spray of cum juice and
pee that spilled over my palm and along my wrist, her head and raked body
barely vibrating off the counter and heaving as she came hard and through
lowered lids her eyes rolled back and she let out a groan that filled the
room, her legs and body limp and panting heavily, twitching like a electric
current.  The counter beneath her was soaked, my hand and wrist slack with
jellied cum slickness.  She lay like that for ten minutes and I stroked her
hair until she finally opened her eyes and faltering at first, finally
crawled to her knees and wrapped her hands around my neck, kissing my chest
and neck and up to my lips and kissed me, her tongue this time snaking in
my mouth.  She looked at me with clear blue egg shell eyes.  "Daddy thank
you, I love you so much." As she hugged me, I lifted her and laid her in my
bed and tucked her in.  She drifted off quickly.

   ******

   The next step was something that would seal our bond and meld us
together.  All day long my sex cravings were unforgivable.  In the
afternoon I locked my door and sat back in my broad leather desk chair and
again relived the scene with my daughter earlier in the morning, the full
sweet nectarine taste of her cunt hole on my tongue, the feel of her small
fingers grasping the stewing cum load in my feverish balls as I finger
fucked her, the tangy saliva of hers as I kissed her finally fully on the
mouth, the vicious ripping of her panties as they tore away revealing her
hidden and bald cunt for me to use.  It was there for me however and
whenever I felt the need, the cuntal canal which I so richly would mold for
the both of us into something that brought immense pleasure and heated
abuse and sacrifice for whatever means it and the rest of her body afford
us in our lives.  My cock would be hers forever and her fragrant holes
would always belong to me.  I would clothe and shelter and provide for her
in unimaginable ways with the fortune that I had amassed and fuck and
thrill and guide and stretch her sexuality and lewd destiny just as I had
commanded and constructed everything else throughout my life.  Chloe, my
daughter, was going have cravings and itching needs that would far out pace
anything I could dare to think or imagine.  She would even out strip her
mother, a woman so naturally drawn to the desperate acts of depravity she
defined the ideal of a subservient slut so completely, that her own
debasement only meant further satisfaction for her vicious needs.  Chloe's
flesh would become the willing source and sponge for any nasty perverted
idea and act that could be coaxed and thrust into and on it and lovingly
she would want more and be the supplicant for her yearnings that would
drool out of her like a cum bath that would warmly trickle out her mouth,
ass, and cunt.  I had my cock out and as I vibrated with the memories, my
hand slowly stroked and lightly grazed my shaft, it's reddened bloated head
flared and my piss hole mouthing open and closed as I jacked off, memories
of her pink swollen hole as I tongue fucked her so deep and the her body
convulsing in spasms, her orgasm cascading over her perfect pink shell of
flesh.  My pre-cum spewed over my woolen slacks, the beads of crème
staining the expensive material.  With the open palm of my hand I angled
back and slapped my shaft, making the blood fuse into it thicker, thereby
making it angrier and fuller and gelling up with a good jizz load.  I
gripped the bulging veins between my fingers tighter and pulled firmer on
my cock, up to the crown and around and back down, my thick balls webbing
against the luxurious wool of my pants and the silken warm feel of the
leather, the spew swirling in those balls and milking heavier and creamier
as I openly played with my prick.  I reached under with my free hand and
stroked and caressed my balls and along the under shaft of my weighty cock
meat.  It felt so unbelievable to freely indulge my passions and iniquitous
actions like this, not caring if a hundred eyes were watching through the
huge plate glass window of my office, my only concern was returning to the
avalanche of images that had occurred between me and Chloe.  Wanting to
bury my distended thick member in her smooth cunt and even more so, down
her greedy fuck hole throat, but holding back as my hands and tongue and
teeth and force ravished and devoured her like a brutal artist would
assault and control a sculpted wet slab of clay, knowing that the
unprotected fury would someday yield beauty and perfection and atonement
and appreciation.  My slick clear pre cum draped my hand and cock and
pulsed in small rivulets through the fine hairs of my balls and asshole,
smearing the leather and throwing up a nasty thick rich aroma of my crème
aching to cough out of my cock tip, ropy streams of cum, white and
delicious.  I again slapped hard at my angered prick and with a huge
stinging battering, I gripped my cock hard and held it in a strangle hold,
holding my breathe, not allowing my sperm seed out, controlling it to
subside at the very event when it screamed to be released, to fully pour
out in gushing glory onto my hand and pants and desk and onto the floor.  I
threw my head back and tightened up my eyes, a guttural noise coming up in
my throat as my nerves gyrated within my body.  A colorless white shock of
light coursed all along my vision as I held my cock roughly until the ebb
subsided and my cock juice snaked back down through my cum sacs and my
prick lunged lower and lower, no longer really a shaft at all.

   I buttoned up and zipped up and went to the bathroom in my office and
cleaned up, the pre cum barely evident along the wool caressing my thighs
and on my lap.  I hid the smell with a cologne and when I emerged ten
minutes later I looked no different than I did at the meeting I had
attended earlier, confident, jovial and agile.  I spoke to my assistant. 
"I'll be off the rest of the day, you can reach me by phone if there is
something urgent.  Oh and can you get that seamstress on Union and tell her
that I should be by before five today.  Thanks.  If it slows down here, you
might get out of here a little early, it's looking like a gorgeous day!" I
flashed a smile at her as I left and dashed out to the garage and got in my
car.

   *****

   I called Chloe on the cell phone in the car.  It rang a few times before
she picked up and she seemed elated to hear from me.  The sound of Chloe's
voice made me ache and soothed me as I listened.  "Daddy, umm...I slept so
soundly after you left, I was in a dreamy place with so many wonderful
things, clouds and birds and soft things all around.  Oh and of course you
were there too, Daddy." She giggled and cooed over the phone, pleased and
completely electric as we spoke.

   "Honey, are you feeling OK?" I wanted to gauge her reaction about our
play this morning, wanted to hear her indicate that she had an inkling that
her nature was evolving and wanted a indication that she accepted her
father's needs and her part in our new life together.  I had been
unyielding in my devious punishment of her tender flesh this morning,
gripping her fragile smooth ass cheeks in my fists as I tongued her out,
biting roughly down on her budding erect pebbled nipples, spreading her
wide when I parted her cunt to fill her hole with my fingers and spit and
tongue, slapping her hooded clit hard and yanking her thigh tendons apart
so that her pearled twat tunnel was on display for my vile wants and
pleasure.

   She was quiet for a minute and then, her voice quavered and she sighed
heavily.

   "Honey, I have a special wish for my Doll Baby.  You have been such a
good girl that I wanted to know if you'd like to come with me and spent the
day with me?  Go somewhere special?" I heard her breathe in heavily,
gasping.

   "Oh Daddy, oh yes, yes, where Daddy, where?" She was ecstatic, I
envisioned her small hand clutching the phone in her small hands and
beaming with a gleeful look.  "Oh yes, yes!" She was

   Millie arrived shortly after Michael had left and noticing the Bently
missing from the six car garage she let herself in with her e-pass.  The
Mr. had mentioned possibly buying that up and coming security corporation
that had installed it and making a quick profit when he dismantled it.  The
card worked when the something or other sensed her chemical fingerprint he
had said.  She shrugged her shoulders and allowed herself entry into the
mansion.

   He had `bought' her so-to-speak many years ago from a todays equivalent
of a slave trader out of Belize.  The details were not clear to her nor did
she care.  In return for her unwavering silence and occasional sessions of
degradation she was offered a secure job as housekeeper, head housekeeper
she reminded herself, and her all important asylum.  Millie had wondered if
she should ask to bring Thyra one day to play with Chloe but decided
against it.  She was afraid the Mr.  may not want his Chloe with the likes
of a half black bastard child.  Thyra was an exotically beautiful nine year
old that he bred into her and she didn't really mind because every month
the mystery check came in the amount of ten thousand dollars for Thyras
essentials.  The tall sepia skinned forty-one year old beauty knew many
things about the Mr.  having been employed by him since before Chloes
birth. She also knew his plans for the child which should have been Thyras
fate had Chloe not come to live at the estate.  Millie thought that
Michaels ultimate plan was to develop the ideal fuck slave and the road to
that would be pure genes.  It followed, in her mind that Chloe would be the
vessel...the incubator for this, the perfect slut.  The sensual head
housekeeper had hated to give Chloe the Ring destined to have gone to her
firstborn daughter but a contract was a contract she reasoned.  She
shrugged her shoulders and checked the staff board and saw that his
personal secretary had signed out an hour ago and only the gardener
remained somewhere on the acreage.  That was good as far as Millie was
concerned.  It meant she would be free to slack a little with only the
child in the home and there was little to do anyway.  The dusky beauty had
the mid shift this week, from noon to eight p/m.

   Millie walked into the butlers pantry and changed into her starched lace
uniform.  She hated the stiff feeling of it against her creamy brown skin
but she had to admit it made her look damn good, further accenting her
long, strong legs for the countless dignitaries and heads of Fortune 500
companies that came and went.  So many puppets they were to the Mr.  she
thought.  As was she, wasn't she?  The black maids uniforms had cleverly
disguised velcro panels so that if so ordered Millie had to merely tug
gently to reveal her wildly thick black pubic bush that grew densely over
her swollen purple cuntal lips.  Another set of panels would reveal her
turgid long brown nipples always lactating as so ordered.  She checked her
long, toned frame in the mirror and smiled at the proper yet winkingly
naughty uniform before heading off to the Master wing of the estate.  This
area was forbidden entry by all of the staff but her.  It was in this
spectacular area of the home that the bedrooms were located along with a
half sized indoor pool/garden and waterfall and that other locked room. 
Only once did she catch a faint glimpse in that room before the workmen
slammed the door in her face.  She had seen what looked to be pulleys or
something on the ceiling but dismissed it as some equipment the workmen
were using to install the thick sound deadening panels.  The Mr.  had said
it was going to be his music room when she had mentioned it.  That all
sounded right to her, him being the somewhat eccentric person rich white
folk tended to be.

   Little Chloe was laying on her fathers huge bed examining her pubic with
a mirror checking the bruises her loving daddy had left on her..  She was
so excited about being the woman of the house and now he made a special
call and was going to take her on ..like a date.  Yes, a real date she
thought as she used her left hand to open the tiny swollen outer lips. 
They felt sore from the way he roughed her sex up but she loved the
attention he was laving on her fuck hole too much to complain.  The very
fact that he almost forced two fingers up her growing twat showed how much
he cared about her.  She imagined he was trying to stretch and tear her a
little at a time for the glorious day they would consumate their unholy
love and she felt lucky to have a dad like him.

   Chloe cocked her strong little legs apart and pulled her feet in toward
her cuntlet so she could prop her mirror up while she examined her vagina
more thoroughly.  With effort she was able to stretch the tissue thin inner
chamber open to about the size of a dime and with that vision in mine she
laid her head back on the large pillow and tryed to envision the cock
again. She had seen it a couple times now and even touched it and the big
spermbag that was bigger than two humongus eggs.  It was the cock tube part
that she wondered about.  Her tiny hand had not even fit half way around it
and she remembered how hot it was and how she felt his blood pulsing in the
pencil thick blue veins.  She remembered too with a shiver how lumpy and
gristly the cartilage felt under the brown skin and how the fat apricot
head was hidden under that long, long cocoon of skin that looked so nice
and rubbery and wrinkly.  The child just knew that the top knob thing was
big and heavy by the way it bent the cock down in the middle of the ten
inch root when her dad was partly hard.  She tried to imagine how daddys
babymaker would go up her hole and closed her fist as a comparison placing
it at the entrance of her virgin cunt.  The girl just shook her head and
decided like all children that her daddy would have a way all figured out.

   When Millie entered the room she found the preteen laying propped up on
her fathers bed now trying to look down her throat with the mirror
wondering how the massive cylinder of grizzled meat would ever fit and if
it would make her neck bulge out lke that picture she once saw.  She was
surprised to see the youngster home from school and naked in her fathers
bed.  "Chloe girl, what on earth you doing young lady?  You got a sore
throat or something?", she said aloud as she strode over to the bed.  This
room was where her Thyra was planted in her womb she knew and it was always
bittersweet coming in here.  If that slut of a mother wouldn't have gone
off and died it would be her Thyra laying on this bed she just knew.  Chloe
blinked her long girlish lashes once as she peeked over the mirror at the
surprise visitor and once again inhaled through her mouth as she watched to
see how far down her throat she could see.  She spied a couple inches of
pink throat lining and figured she needed a better angle to see down
farther into her velvety esophogus.  "No silly Millie." she giggled setting
the mirror between her gaping legs.  "I was just looking at something is
all.  You know daddys coming soon to take me to a special place."

   "Hmmmm..oh is that so?" She paused to ponder what that place might be.
Surely he wasn't taking her to the adult theatres already.  " What are you
doing in here young lady and what's all that lipstick smudged all over your
mouth?  And glitter eye makeup?  Does your daddy know you been snooping
around in his lady friends vanity?" Chloe absentmindedly ran a slender
little finger along her tiny slit as she answered and thats when Millie saw
the black and blue marks on her tender cuntal lips near her vaginal
entrance.  Her eyes widened as she stared only half hearing the schoolgirls
reply.  "Oh Millie.  This isn't some old lady makeup.  It's my play makeup
and daddy likes it.  Sides he says I'm the woman of the house now." She bit
her little lip and wrinkled her brow wondering if that meant..."Yes and now
that I'm the woman of the house I'll probably be sleeping right here in
this bed from now on Millie.  Our bed...mine and daddys bed" She added
hopefully.

   The head housekeeper looked down at the sight before her.  She did not
dwell on the small bruise on the tiny cone of her left breast but instead
took in the sight of the lolita sprawled out before her.  The child was
indeed every mans wet dream.  Especially men that loved young virgins.  The
girl had no womanly shape yet, indeed she was a mere waif all of maybe
eighty pounds, flat and hipless.  Yet she was perfect in every way.  Her
blonde hair was like the sun itself framing an angelic face with sea blue
eyes and her frail body was fit and toned to perfection.  The softer than
soft skin beckoned to be touched and carressed and the fine golden downy
hairs that glimmered on her arms and legs and her flat little tummy would
make any man shiver and even this woman.  There was no denying now that the
Mr.  had begun his indoctrination of the nymphette and despite her wishing
it had been her baby here Millie was determined to help the man.  "Hmmm, I
spose you just might be sleeping in here more often now seeing that you say
your the woman of the house young girl."

   "Well I am Millie.  Daddy said so just you ask."

   "No no child I believe you." Now she wanted to get into the act even if
just a bit.  "Now if hes coming to call on you for a date we best get you
ready.  You go on and hop in the big shower and I'll fetch you some clean
clothes."

   Cloe smiled from ear to ear.  This was awesome to her to actually have
Millie wanting to help.  She clapped her little hands together and hopped
out of the oversized platform bed and began padding off to the shower, her
tight little ass begging for a cock.  Millie thought of something and was
glad she did.  "Hold on there Miss Chloe.  Let Millie give you something...
some very special medicine from Belize.  I was saving it for another little
girl someday but you can have it.  " ,the woman added sadly.  She reached
in her lace pocket and produced a tiny antique silver container with a
symbol on it.  Chloes eyes lit up at the notion of some magical potion from
far away and reached out her tiny hand.  The ring reflected its unearthly
light at Millie and she swallowed hard as she placed the gift in the
youngsters frail palm.  "Now if you are indeed the woman of the house well
than soon you may be called on to do a very womanly thing and before you do
girl you just quick swallow down one of these.  Don't ask why little Chloe.
Just know that you will be very highly regarded." With that gesture Chloe
was given the herb that would relax and dilate her cervix.  It would allow
the one man with a very godlike cock the one cunt he would ever have in his
life that would take him to his teeming balls.  He would literally be
fucking his little girls uterus.  The ring of her tiny cervix would clamp
him inside of her like a dog knots with his bitch locking him inside of
immature sex when he jetted the clumpy overheated load of living seed into
her fertile womb.

   Chloe looked at the strange symbol on the lid.  It just looked like a
big hole with a pole in it than it dawned on her.  "Y...you mean when I
fuck Millie?"

   "Hush girl and go clean up.  I'll get your clothes." A few moments
before Michael returned home and after alot of fussing Chloe was ready for
her date.  She had on adult makeup this time with Millies help and despite
Chloes wheedling and Millies true desires she was not made up too slutty.
Some might think any makeup on an eleven year old was sluttish but that was
them the girls figured.  Her clothes were stylish yet not very daring. 
Millie did not want to overstep her bounds and risk assuming what The Mr's.
timetable was else she would have dressed the youth in fuck me shoes and a
garter.  She just figured he would go slower with her transfomation than he
had with her mothers and it was not up to her to clue the child in on the
ultimate plan for her life.  She just hoped he would turn her into the most
depraved slut the world had ever seen.  A whore that would think belching
up sperm was as normal as taking a piss.  She smiled inwardly at that
thinking, yeah a piss...  hers or a mans.



   *********

   I pulled into the store and moved in through the doors, looking through
the yards of material and sewing center Ms.  Cahlmers had set up in the
back.  The entrance bell rang and I saw her near the back.  "Ms Cahlmers,
hello.  My assistant was to have called you and said I'd be by." She
recognized me and smiled.  "Oh yes, I was just putting some finishing
touches to it, it really is beautiful.  The material alone is so rich and
luxurious, I had to hand stitch most of it, but it did turn out magnificent
I think."

   She went to the back and pulled it from a rack of other modified
alterations she worked on.  She did all my Italian suits and her work was
amazing.  She came out with it and unzipped the plastic garment bag and
laid it out for me to look at.  There in front of me was a veiled white
work of art.  The stitching was so well hidden that it was as if the whole
sheath was made from one piece of material.  The top was slightly padded
out to give the impression of bulging tit form, the beading and lattice
filigree so blended and natural and elegant.  The waist was perfectly
sculpted and thin and sheer, draping out to a frosted flair that scooped up
near the front and darted up to the high waist in a high V sleeve so that
the thighs would be showing, the thigh tops and the lower stomach in clear
view, below that her bald cunt lips, sweeping back to hang in a soft white
lace, to hang at the mid area of her ass, her lower ass cheeks would be
showing below.  My wife, Lindsey's wedding veil had been modified so that
it would fit her blonde wisps of angel hair and shower over her in a
clouded white shroud about her face and along her shoulders and down her
back in a train.  I only was to add a pair of tight white thigh high
stockings with white bows at the back of the knee and white 3 inch heels. I
may add a pair of sheer lace split crotch panties, but that would have to
be an after thought, they would not hug her fuck hole for long if I did. 
Her virginal cunt slot would look like a precious gift, gauzy and
available, a candy spun dream of white sugar and tender flesh, presented to
be exalted to her place, to become my wife and whore.

   Chloe was to become my personal possession of perfection and purity and
perversion.  That was her holy right, her dynasty in our family, the
unfettered allowance to become the swollen insurance of my seed, the puffy
nipples a participant in my legacy as she was groomed to see the
unmitigated power of her body and how she ached to use it.  There would be
no guilt or embarrassment in what she was born to become, she would herald
proudly her fuck hole and mouth, ass, seeing all her holes as enticements
to power and satisfaction.  I threw the garment bag in the trunk and headed
over the waterfront to meet my daughter, Chloe.  Millie called on the way
to the harbor and told me that Chloe was scheduled to be picked up within
the hour and was excited to be on her way to their "date".  Millie said
little but imparted a lot of information in what she said.

   I understood, in a lot of ways I understood very deeply.  It smelled of
sexual cohesion mixed with the generations of incestual empowerment.  The
thought of this merging had burned in my thoughts, my cock sperm and my
deepest core since the day Chloe had been whisked away.  It had become a
religion that only now could allow its secrets to be revealed.  But that
was the simplicity of the plan, that because it was a religion, it would be
dressed in secrecy.  Chloe was my emotional slave, and until recently I had
looked at her place as the unencumbered blank slate upon which I would
score "our" life and decisions.  Millie put it best once, shortly after
meeting Chloe.  She said that as Lindsey had found in me a soul which was
willing to see in her and see her need to be formed and not just appeased
with money and flattery, so was Chloe.  Only Chloe was the one who had
found someone to mold, not the other way around as much as I wanted to
believe that.

   I pulled through the parking area and parked near to the sleek racing
yacht, a 50 foot sleek fiberglass knife that skirted the water rather than
rode through it.  It was my favorite place to come when I needed time
alone. It was beautiful, but more than that, it was a sanctuary that held
solace and a large space for me and my thoughts.  It was well equipped and
could hold ten people comfortably but the fact was no one besides me had
ever come aboard in the five years I owned it.  It was a sheltered oasis of
solitude and pleasure for me.  The place would be perfect for me and Chloe
today.  The overcast sky near the coastline insured a quiet marina and that
was the uppermost thought on my agenda.

   By the time the driver pulled up and parked, I had put up the sails and
changed into my dock shorts and short-sleeve and felt the cool salt air on
my skin.  When I turned to look down the plank way I was breathless.  Chloe
walked up in wearing a sleek tan silk sheath of a dress, unbuttoned down
the front to the top swell of her budding tits, a low pair of sandals on
her feet and as I watched her movements, I knew she was wearing nothing
beneath it.  Her face was made up perfectly, no child's glitter or gloss,
this was Millie's work, no imperfections and highlights that broadened her
eyes and made her lips subtly more of a pale pink indulgent offering.  Her
hair was done exactly as her mothers, looking sun kissed yet natural and
vibrant.  The small trinkets of silver that she wore as earrings clinked
together mixing with her laughter making it more rich and enticing.  Her
Gorean ring flashed slightly in the sun as I offered her hand to step
aboard.  She had been lathered in scented oil and gave her a supple sheen
along her gorgeous skin.  Finally, her perfume was incredibly fragrant,
understated yet mesmerizing.

   I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, then the lips as she leaned up
and wrapped her hands over my neck and into my hair as she looked into my
eyes.  I could almost hear her heartbeat and feel her wanton need as I
cupped her ass as I kissed her deeply and felt down along her inner thighs.
"God baby, you look so gorgeous Chloe, so absolutely incredibly stunning,
is this all for me?" I looked down at her, seeing her eyes so directly
seeing me, looking lower and seeing her tight nipples in her dress.  She
let one hand down and ran her palm across her nipples as she looked and saw
me watch her.  "They feel so good after today Daddy, Millie and I put salve
on them, but really I didn't want all the hurt to go away."

   I laughed and pulled back and slapped her taut ass through her dress. 
"Doll baby why don't you go up top and make me a drink, I'll get us under
way, then we can sit down to lunch, I prepared something and we can talk."
I watched as she smiled a knowingly seductive sly smile and rubbed her hand
along my chest and along my hip as she made her way up top.

   As we sailed out past the buoys and the whitecaps I pulled up and set
out anchor.  Chloe had brought my drink and then returned to watch from up
top.  She set the table for us and pulled back the canopy so that the
sunlight filtered in on her, glowing on her.  She pulled her long sheath up
above her knees and put on a pair of sunglasses; reclining and making
herself look seductive, draping her self across the chaise, her hair fanned
out.  She was incredibly dazzling, a Lolita perfectly placed to make me
quiver and grind up the arousal in my shaft as I came up with the plates of
cold iced whitefish and thick slabs of steak.

   "Come here baby, sit down here and eat with me.  We need to talk about
something special." She pouted a little but then struggled up off the
lounge chair and slid in near me taking up her fork, delicately biting at
her portion.  She had her top open so that her tits were still erect and
hard as she mouthed her food.  "I wanted to talk to you about this morning
and about what I feel you should know, OK?"

   "Yes Daddy," she squirmed a bit in her seat and downcast her eyes
suddenly.  "You're not mad at mad are you Daddy?"

   "No, no, no baby, I'm not mad at all, really I am the happiest I have
ever been Chloe." I lifted her chin so that she was looking at me.  "I just
needed to talk with you and ask you if you were certain that going forward
that you wanted this?" I paused.  "I wanted to know if we we're to be
together that you understood we would be together forever baby, just me and
you."

   "You mean me being the woman of the house and you being mine Daddy?  Is
that what you mean?" She shivered a bit and her face relaxed.

   "Well baby, yes that but more than that." I paused in taking a sip of my
drink, looking down into her eyes.

   "More than that?" Chloe looked at me inquisitively, cocking her head a
little.

   I reached under the table and felt along her leg and up her thigh,
sliding the dress to the side.  "Yes baby, more than that, I want you to
know that if you say yes that from here on out you will be mine Chloe,
heart, body and soul, I will provide for you and you won't ever want for
anything.  But you will need to belong to me as well Chloe." I reached her
little cunt lips and toyed along the edges, seeing she was wet already. 
She parted open her legs wider.  "I want you to know that your mother as
well as me had needs that went beyond what most people crave baby." I
slowly delicately rubbed her clit, reaching back and licking my finger so
it was slick and wet.  "I want you to know that when I ask something of
you, you will comply without question.  There is a lot of your mother in
you baby, and a lot of me." I looked into her eyes as I diddled her wet
growing clit.  "I want you to know that there are some things that will
seem cruel but that I may do only to open you to your own capabilities, and
yet you must remember there is nothing at all that I would ever do to hurt
you.  I will always be there for you Chloe.  I will ask you to perform some
acts that you may think impossible but with my guidance you will be able to
do, some things will seem funny and others sad but know that Daddy will
always have a reason for doing them.  And you will always do them without
question, is that clear to you baby?" I rolled her erect clit hood between
my fingers slightly as she stretched out her legs.  She put down her fork
and leaned back in the chair still looking directly at my eyes as I spoke.
Chloe's mouth slackened as she listened, her breathing coming a little
ragged.  "Also, and I mean no one, besides me, will ever touch your body
and holes unless I say so, ever!  That is the one thing you must always
remember.  If another man or boy wants you to touch or kiss or play with
you like this, you must beg off and let me know, unless I have told you it
is OK." I moved my fingers along her pearled slit and moved in her wet
cuntal hole.  "Are these things clear to you Chloe?" She shook her head
slightly up and down, a dreamy look on her face.  "Good.  That makes me
happy baby.  There is nothing that you won't be able to have, the nicest
things, the best education, the finest clothes, all these things will be
provided for you baby.  You will one day take over for me and I will need
to know you are ready.  Are you ready to do this for me Chloe?" I slid my
finger in to the knuckle and then eased out, Chloe grimaced as I did.  Her
eyes were begging that I put them back in.  "Is that what you want Chloe?"
I said this as I licked her cum juice on my fingers.  I reached back but
only played at the entrance of her fuck hole, as she wiggled a little
trying to get my fingers back in.  "Tell me Chloe, tell Daddy if that's
what you want?" She exhaled her ragged breath.

   "Yes, yes Daddy, oh yes Daddy." She started to reach down to touch
herself.

   "Put your hands back on the table Chloe, now!" I said loudly and her
hands flew back up and she gripped the tablecloth in her fists, squirming
around.

   "Yes Daddy that's what I want, yes Daddy please."

   "You're sure baby?" I reached with my other hand and held her chin and
then lower to twist her pebbled hard nipples sticking out.

   "Oh yes, yes, yes, yes...always yes Daddy!"

   I then slid my finger in deep and finger fucked her nice and firmly. 
She humped up on my probing finger and sighed as her hands balled in to
fists on the tabletop, clutching the white linen.  "Then I have one more
question Chloe my sweetness, and it is very important." I removed my hand
from her hole and smeared her juices on her thighs and stood up from my
chair.  I took her hand and had her stand in the breaking sunlight. 
Keeping her hand still in mine, I knelt down so that I was eye to eye to
her.  I reached up to hold her soft face.  She seemed somewhat flushed as
she looked at me.

   "Chloe, you are the sweetest thing to ever have come into my life and
you are in my thoughts all the time.  You coming back to me has changed me
forever and I want you to know no matter what I will always love you.  So I
want to know baby."

   "What, yes, oh Daddy, what, what?"

   "Chloe, I want you to marry me and be my wife!"

   "Oh Daddy.  Really?" She smiled wide thinking about her mother and the
compliment that she was her mother's equal and that her precious Daddy
thought so.  She also felt so good at having me tickling and rubbing up her
clit.  She could barely stand it and she shook in front of me and grabbed
my head in a bear hug, her nipples across my face and then she leaned into
me and kissed me deeply, snaking her tongue in with my tongue.  "Yes Daddy
marry me, marry me and make me your wife."

   "But baby we have to keep this between us, this is something that we
must have between only the two of us.  It is going to be something of our
own secret, others may not understand baby.  But you understand don't you
Chloe?" She nodded.  "When we are out in public, or you go with me on
business trips, you must always act as if you are my loving daughter and
act accordingly.  Always proper and obedient, others should not know about
our "secret" or our secret things that we will do, do you understand Chloe,
do you baby?" With her hands on my shoulders and looking down she shook her
head ecstatically.

   "Yes, yes Daddy, I will be sure to remember.  Oh Daddy, thank you, I
love you so much, I will always love you Daddy, always." She wiggled her
nose and laughed the rich laugh or her mother, fully understanding what was
expected of her and fully yearning and wanting and aching to do so, to
become my wife, my fuck toy, my daughter.  I fairly beamed up at her as she
then pushed me back by the shoulders and stepped back smiling broadly.  She
put a finger to my lips to silence me and stepped up against the curving
wall of the yacht no more than two feet from me.

   She looked at me from under her sunglasses and then inched her hem up
higher, her other hand pinching and working her nipples as she caressed her
freshly shaved cunt, so rich and wet that the sun gleamed along her fuck
lips.  She ran her ring over her clit wordlessly, sitting up some and
showing herself wide parted.  I watched her from behind my own sunglasses,
taking in her sophisticated appearance, her lewd display that was so
natural and expected in her.  She leaned against the cabin wall and tucked
a foot up against the wall behind her and undid all the buttons on her
dress so that it draped open, looking directly at me through tinted lens.
She was showing me her shapeless yet exhilarating body, running her hands
over her hard titties, her hands smoothing along her hips and her thighs,
her manicured nails delving down between the crevice of her magnificent
fuck lips, rubbing her clit hood slowly then dipping in deeper to finger
her hole slightly and back out so that her finger went to her mouth to suck
and wet it.  She moved her hand back over her hip and back along her ass
and along her asshole as she probed it.  "Do you like this Daddy, do you
like watching me play with myself like this, being your nasty girl huh?"
She breathed a husky heave of measured short gasps.  "I like being nasty
for you Daddy, I do." Her hands came back and again toyed at her clit,
actually tugging it out and folding the flesh hood back.  "There Daddy, see
how hard and wet I get, just like your cock Daddy." She turned away from me
and peeling her dress to hang to one side she peeled her ass cheeks open
for me and looking back over her shoulder as she mouths her words to me,
barely audible.  "See how you make your Doll Baby get so hot for you Daddy.
I know you want to fuck me Daddy!  You want to put that big cock head in my
tight twat don't you, put it in and fuck me hard Daddy?" She peeled open
her cheeks so her ass hole opened and then her cunt lips parted and her
pink moist virginal cunt meat ached and pulsed in front of me.  "There
Daddy this is your baby's hole, yours for whatever you want, is that what
you want Daddy, tell me, is that what Daddy wants, to fuck me and make me
nasty like mommy?" She was unyielding in teasing me.  "I know you want to
use me Daddy like this morning but more than that I want you to really make
me a woman, I want you to fuck me Daddy, fuck me and make me yours
forever." She reached under and toyed with her pussy again and as she
watched I unzipped my shorts and pulled out my hard shaft and licked my
palm as I began to stroke it up.  I found myself breathing harder.  As I
worked to unbutton completely taking my eyes from her, Chloe reached into
her dress and pulled out the bottle that Millie gave her and quickly gulped
it down, I brought out my cock and my balls were free to breathe.  She felt
the potion warm in her body, making her liquid and free and so very
elastic, her throat felt immediately constricted and then flowed open as
the membranes there soothed wider as did the muscles in her cunt and
asshole.  It felt like every hole she possessed was like the soft silken
crème of resilient need and itch, pausing to broaden and open wider. 
"Daddy do you want me to be your nasty baby?"







   "Yes honey, yes that is exactly what I want Chloe, oh God yes!" My
draped foreskin over my cock head moved open is I watched her.

   She felt the potion warm in her body, making her liquid and free and so
very elastic, her throat felt immediately constricted and then flowed open
as the membranes there soothed wider as did the muscles in her cunt and
asshole.  It felt like every hole she possessed was like the soft silken
crème of resilient need and itch, pausing to broaden and open wider. 
"Daddy do you want me to be your nasty baby?"

   "Yes honey, yes that is exactly what I want Chloe, oh God yes!" My
draped foreskin over my cock head moved open is I watched her.  Chloe stood
before her future husband with the sun backlighting her blonde hair into a
halo like vision.  The sun glinted from her petite Tiffany earrings and
even the wispy fine golden hairs on her arms and legs took on a shimmering
glow making the woman/child appear like an apparition of some mythical
goddess of love.  What a perfect setting to reaffirm the Song of the Sirens
thought Michael as she stood looking so undeniably giving before him.  Her
small arms reached toward him obediently with her tiny, soft palms
upturned. As she took a step forward Michael couldn't help but glance down
at her small sandaled feet and tiny tanned toes with nails matching her
fingers looking like little candies.  The proud father smiled inwardly. 
Even her feet were perfection as again he realized that he was blessed with
the perfect child in every way.  Chloe reinforced her accepted role when
she looked up in his eyes with her mouth parted ever so slightly.  She ran
her elegant fingers down along her inner and outer sculpted leg than
sensually along her delicate ankles and removed first one sandal, then the
next.  Again her tapered fingers traced seductively up along the insides of
her legs, along the hot satiny inner loins and around the sides of her
developing mons, pausing to part it momentarily for him.  Unlike her lewd
display earlier she did not expose her hymen but instead continued on
across the small, flat plane of her tummy, over her childish breast cones
and ended at her designer wrap collar.  With one catlike move her seductive
wrap fell silently from her frail body.  It pooled softly on the mahogany
deck around her dainty feet and as she kneeled before him she whispered to
his masterful cock knowing in her heart that it was the glorious organ that
gave her life and would now and forever sustain and rule it.  "Than I,
Chloe, shall always be your nasty baby."

   The child saw clearly now the pencil thick blue veins that ran up along
each side of the pulsing sperm tube that began several inches below from
within the hairy bag that warmed the egg sized balls.  Her moist awe struck
eyes reverently followed the jagged course of the main veins and sperm tube
up, up, up toward the beginning of the mans delicious foreskin.  Now, up
close, she could smell the man scent wafting delicately around her nose and
luring her into it's web.  The cock was in fact as big as her forearm she
saw and when she felt a moment of doubt, a pang of fear, as if by magic she
sensed the drug supply another boost.  Her membranes and muscles relaxed
yet again and she could actually feel the cooling sea air kiss her now
slightly gaping little asshole, the cuntal hole opened wider as did her
immature cervical opening beyond her maiden head.  Her throat also flared
open as her fuck orifices readied themselves for the unholy consummation.
Her hands were on her knees, palms up in subservience, just as Millie had
instructed her and she felt the electric aura of her Gorean ring enter her
shapely thigh at the point of contact.  Hesitantly she moved her pixie face
closer to the slightly parted opening of the grand foreskin and she huskily
whispered her promise to the cock, her staff of life.  "And I, Chloe,
Daughter of your seed, shall make you forget mother and I will serve you
daddy like no one has."

   Michael smiled down at his newest, most satisfying conquest as the
pliable fuck toy kneeled worshipfully at his feet.  He did love her as all
fathers loved their daughters but he also knew that for reasons unknown her
life was entrusted to him.  That the dear girl was bred to serve men just
as her incestuous offspring would serve yet better than she.  The cycle
would begin with the angel gazing mesmerized by his godly cock.  He saw the
tiny pebble like nipples rock hard and surrounded by her delightfully
pebbled aureole and thought briefly of their puffing with milk one day. 
First things first he thought as he flexed his cockrod twice in front of
her needy eyes.  The great sheathed apricot sized head bobbed up and down
twice before her half open eyes and came deliciously close to tapping her
on the forehead.

   He placed his large hands on Chloes head dwarfing it and further
accentuating the tremendous difference in size between the two illicit
lovers.  The slightly exposed piss hole gaped open weeping a copious stream
of tasty prefuck that dripped steadily on the deck beside the nymphettes
bare little knees, spattering the sexy fuckpuppets silky legs.  She was an
image of heaven naked and she would be a goddess at his arm when he had
Millie dress her in the finest clothes and jewels his vast millions could
buy.  As surely as Lindsey had helped nudge deals his way by degrading
herself willingly Chloe would open whole new avenues of fortune.  He knew
many men and women of his status that appreciated the unique beauty and
special charms of children.  The Asian market, he knew, had a penchant for
youth what with their Animes of pregnant little girls being gangbanged and
all.  Unknown to Millie her job had been elevated to what would now be the
highest position in both his corporate world and his household.  As Chloes
personal courtier she would be responsible for aiding Michael and helping
him carry out his exquisite taste in finery.  She would help teach Chloe
the finer points of being and carrying herself as an American princess and
ambassador to their corporate empire.  Millie would be his childs
handmaiden being sure she was dressed perfectly according to the occasion
and what Chloes duties would entail for the day and she would continue to
instruct the lolita in the gaurded ways of her black ancestors.  He knew
the mother of his illigitiment Thyra was ingrained with the inbred
knowledge of a females true reason for being and it was visibly apparent
that his baby doll was a willing student.  He smiled again.  Her small
upturned palms did not escape him for he knew it was one of many subtle
signs of servitude that Chloe would begin to display as a second nature. 
His heavy balls were boiling with sperm and began to swell knowing that in
moments the slut, his future wife, his personal breedbitch would know the
true meaning of surrendering her throat hole to his all consuming needs.

   Chloes adult sized clit was buzzing at the lewd happenings as finally
her dreams, the source of untold frigging sessions was nearing.  Soon she
would be his alone and she knew it was the perfect love but for now the
wonderful prick was beckoning to her taste and scent.  Knowing she couldn't
touch the organ without permission this first time she was content to rise
slightly on her wobbly knees and place her nose at the foreskin opening. 
She closed her loving eyes and breathed the musky scent in deeply, her
nostrils flaring like a mare in heat as the delicate yet unmistakable cock
smell inundated her senses like an aphrodiasic.  Chloe could smell the
familiar precum sap that she had tasted the morning she dared touched the
cock root.  Michael pulled her face closer to his dark, gnarled, meaty
cartilage and commanded, "Smell my fuck Chloe but don't touch it yet.  Hear
me?  Smell my cockmeat baby doll"

   She chanced looking in his loving yet demanding eyes and replied.  "Yes
daddy.  I'll smell your big fucker,your baby hole ripping cock." She was
doing it again he knew.  No matter what, the child knew how to excite him
as she had done since she first came flirting around.  Again she moved in
closer so that her nose just touched the wedge shaped partially exposed
head and inhaled the smell of him.  Her eyes looked up at him hopefully. 
The young schoolgirl wanted more, much more and Michael relented slightly.
"Good girl Chloe.  I'll reward your patience now, but just a little at
first.  You may now go ahead and skin it back." Delighted, the temptress
moved her slender fingertips toward the cock when suddenly he spoke down to
her.  "Ahhh...just one hand at first baby.  Skin it back with your ring
hand.  Slowly...slowly peel back that foreskin and let the head show. 
You'll like it dear."

   That beautiful, innocent smile that was the light of his life lit up her
face as she gently grasped the foreskin behind the wrinkled snout and began
gliding it's two inch length away and towards the hairy, clublike root. 
Her daddy was struck by the beautiful contrast of her tiny, perfectly
manicured fingers against the blood darkened rubbery prepuce.  The sharp,
painted fingernails so small and delicate compared to his menacing fuck
tool as the slut child exposed more and more of the great flared head.  Her
eyes were entranced by the new sensations and sight and she throatily
whispered to the cock.  "Oh my goodness.  I never saw this part up close.
It's so...so wide and it looks heavy too."

   "You like it don't you Chloe honey?  Do you love the cock baby?  That's
the nice big fucker that you came from.  Do you see now why all young girls
should worship and kneel before the instrument that gave them life?  You
know not many girls have daddys who let them do this don't you baby doll?"

   Her frail fingers were now gently wrapped about one third around the
pulsing seven inch circumference.  The girl nodded and looked up at him.  A
small tear of happiness smudged her faint eye shadow as she slowly blinked
her long blonde lashes before she answered.  Her mouth was suddenly filling
with saliva as her potion kicked in providing the needed lubrication to
allow the massive cylinder entry to her throat and esophagus.  She looked
down the fleshy column again and saw that it tapered from about two inches
across at the head to over three as it neared the hairy root nine inches
away.  She saw too that it flared widely just before the base and quickly
narrowed to two veiny inches again.  It vaguely reminded her of a picture
she saw once of a dogs penis and assumed it was for the same reason.  A
means to lock onto her she had heard.  "I know daddy.  I know I am lucky to
be able to see it..touch it like this."

   Michaels fingers brushed along the vixens cheek as he pushed her hair
back.  He wanted to see her face distorted when the time came to throat her
but first he's let her have a bit more to touch.  "My baby.  Go ahead and
begin jacking it a little honey.  Just glide your pretty little hand slowly
up and down and be sure and pop the foreskin on and off each time.  That
greases me up and feels good to daddy." Her eyes narrowed as she looked at
her small hand slowly sliding up and down the veiny gnarled root studying
the technique and experimenting to see what made her man feel better.  He
would be her husband one day she was promised and it was her duty to learn
how to please him.  If she got any enjoyment from it that was good but his
came first.  Her eyes twinkled as she watched the massive, spermy balls
bounce in the leathery crinkled skinbag and she longed to feel the weight
of them in her other hot sweaty palm.  The cock was beginning to drip long
yummy strands of prejizz in profusion now, leaking steadily on the yacht
deck to Michaels dismay.  "Honey your doing just fine with the jack action
but be a good baby and don't waste any of my precious fluids.  I guess
Millie hasn't taught you yet that a mans juices are special and you must
never waste them."

   He watched as the next milky morsel fell on her thigh and true to her
calling, this time she gathered it up with her free hand and sucked it all
down before scooping up the valuable cargo on the deck and eating it as
well.  She licked her puffy lips and loved the cummy aftertaste as she
smiled up at him tenderly while frigging the hard meat.  "MMM yummy yum
cock seep daddy.  Am I doing it ok?  Am I jacking you off like a good girl
now?  Like you jack off over me when I pretend to be sleeping.  An...and
when you go daddy I eat it up just like this." She milked another silver
strand as he watched and let it hang by a thread for a foot before she
stuck out her pretty pink tongue and began to whorishly circle the cummy
string around her tongue as she worked up the sliver toward the piss hole.
With a grin she pulled her tongue in her mouth snapping the bead of honey
from the cock head and slowly ate it for his pleasure.  When she was done
she opened her little mouth to show him it was all in her tummy.  Michael
smiled inwardly now knowing that what he suspected was true.  He figured
she had too much whore/slave in her to have slept through his masturbatory
sessions in her frilly bedroom.

   "Yes my little slut.  Your doing just fine.  You may hold my balls now
with your other hand but be sure not to let any good slime go to waste."

   Chloe smiled at herself, proud of her accomplishment as she reached
hungrily for the mans heavy hanging ballsack.  Once cupping the teeming bag
of sperm she saw and felt just how big and heavy they were.  The hot sweaty
bag overflowed both sides of her soft palm and she had all she could do to
weigh the contents of one semen filled egg sized lump.  "Nice big spermy
balls daddy.  Do you have very much load when you jet father?  I bet you
bred me in mom with one semen shot huh?  Are you going to fuck my mouth
first daddy?" She wasn't instructed yet to suck so instead she caressed his
husky balls loving the thick texture of his scrotal sack as she blew her
warm moist breath on the now exposed cockhead.  The youngster was yearning
to slide her tongue under that wealth of succulent foreskin and scoop out
his creamy prefuck.

   "Your mouth first darling above deck and then later we'll go spend the
night below in the stateroom.  I think you'll find it to your liking baby
doll.  The crew fixed up the room elegantly as befits one of your beauty
and stature.  Almost as elegant as a honeymoon suite." The word `honeymoon'
set the child off again as she reflected on their marriage vows and how she
pledged total obediance willingly.  Chloe daydreamed for a moment about how
she would look on her wedding day and who would attend and on and
on.."Daddy I can't wait till our wedding.  I'll be the perfect slut for
you..anything for you." Just please breed me soon, she thought to herself,
afraid to bring it up.

   The man was straining now to keep from cumming too soon.  Her talk was
exciting him and the mere fact that she was barely eleven and his own flesh
was already thrilling beyond belief.  He wanted to feel her tiny mouth and
throat soon before the potion wore off.  There would be plenty of times
when he could force it down her neck, potion or not but he wanted her to at
least get used to it's length and width with medicinal help the first time.
As he felt her fingers working him and stray once again too close to that
hypersensitive area between his balls and asshole he began looking around
the deck for a proper place to position her.  It was near the stern that he
spied a nice chaise that could be positioned with her head and neck just at
the perfect angle for ease of penetration.  He wanted to have a nice,
smooth straight shot into her kiddie throat and this was custom made for
it. The only thing the wealthy father was not sure of was whether he wanted
his hot balls slapping her dainty chin or spreading lewdly over her sweetly
madeup eyes and nose.  He shrugged thinking maybe both would be nice. 
Maybe first fuck her face leisurely pressing her nose into his thick pubic
hair then finishing off by straddling her face letting her throat muscles
coax out his wad while he abused her clit.  He smiled at the thought of her
looking up his ass while his balls smothered her perky nose with his musk.

   "...  he rammed in, he pulled back and Chloe heard in her ears a sound
that she wasn't aware of but when Michael pulled almost all the way out for
the third time she realized it was her yelling at HIM, "FUCKING RIP ME
APART DADDY, MAKE ME A MOMMY CUNT, DO IT HARD, FUCK DADDY, I AM YOUR CUNT
DADDY NOW DO IT, FUCKING BREAK MY NASTY HOLE DADDY, FUCK ME LIKE YOU NEVER
FUCKED MOMMY...AHHHHHHHHHHH..."

   Michael shoved in and felt her membrane tempt him almost again and then
he finally felt the tear and he heard his fucking nasty whore daughter egg
him on in the worst dirty nasty talk she could muster and he welled up all
his force and thrust hard with both hips and holding her ass cheeks tight
he brutally broke through and immediately felt her blood and mucus mixing
with is gross scum and start to dump out on his up thrust and dribble below
her as he held the belt as she screamed and yelled and pant as if she was
going to wail into unconsciousness' and that only made him want to get his
cock heft and girth all the way to the deepest part he could.  "DADDY FUCK
OH FUCK THERE, DADDY PUMP ME, OH MAKE ME MOMMY FUCK....OHHHHHHHH...  The
oily mucus scum mess drooled out more and more and hung from his cock as he
fucked her hard and long and then he felt the familiar drone as his balls
quaked and he knew he would be cumming at any second...he'd kept fucking
her after he opened her up for a good ten minutes as her velvet cunt clamp
joisted and jostled him to shoot off, he had never had a pussy as tight as
his daughters, it was the tightest slickest and wet hole he had ever fucked
in his entire life and he could know get enough of it's feel, he wanted to
stay in her for hours but now his balls gave him away and as he had pulled
out ready to slam back in for a couple more minutes as she implored him at
the top of her lungs to keep using and fucking her, screaming at him to
make her a mommy fuck, but finally he exploded, his fuck wad blasting all
over her cunt, stomach, her tits and neck and splaying on her shoulders and
face.  She was like a soaked rag doll as she heaved in and out so deep that
she shuddered for a long while, her hands smearing over her freed open cock
socket that dripped her mucus and his dumpings and then the full flush
fluid of cum across her body and face and unseeing but only on instinct she
tasted the cum and then licked more as she stroked out the dribbling of
Daddy's cock as it oozed out his cock hole.

   A hour later Michael roused on the bed and Chloe rubbed his back and
shoulders as she alternately rubbed her swollen sore and now punctured cunt
and uterus, she dreamed how painful yet how pleasurable it had been,
hearing her words screaming but not even knowing she said them and wanting
more, much, much more.

   "Chloe, I have something very special to tell you, but you must listen
to me now, and be sure you hear every word I speak.  Can you do that Chloe,
Doll Baby, can you do that?" She shook her head looking down at him and
holding tight to his hand as his fingers enveloped her small hand and made
her feel so secure.  "Chloe honey, this is the last time that you can turn
back, that you can tell Daddy that you love me but that you don't really
think this is what you want, that you like being my child or that you want
to go away, that you want to keep our pact and go on or you don't like the
secret game and you just want me to be sure and look after you like all
Daddies do their little girls and we can go back to how we always were when
you first came back to live with me.  No matter what you decide you will
always be the love of my life, my dearest and most precious love and
blessed event that has ever come to me, a gift and a dream and a vision and
so much that there are not even words that I could find to show you what
you mean to me, all my riches and guidance will always be yours no matter
what." Michael let his hand fall from Chloe's and he put his cheek against
her small hip and continued.  "What your mother gave me in you is something
that I will never regret but I want you to know that you would never regret
it.  So I ask you to tell me Chloe baby?  If you say yes, I will be twice
blessed, but you know that you will never be able to go back?  So now I ask
you?'

   Michael slithered down a bit so that he was kneeling at Chloe's feet and
looking up at her.  She never said a word but only flashed her eyes at him
and as they both looked at one another, tears that slid along their cheeks
said it all.  Michael again took her hand.

   "Chloe, baby, thank you, will you marry me, will you be my wife Chloe?
Please say yes???"

   Chloe was so stunned she only began crying in joy and collapsed in his
arms and kissed his ear and cheek and worked her way to his lips and tongue
kissed him deep as she could and moaned deep in her throat as she wagged
her head up and down over and over.  "God yes Daddy, yes, yes, yes, I want
to be your Wife, yes forever, oh Daddy thank, oh god, yes, god yes........"

   He murmured to her in her ear, "Tomorrow we sail into international
waters and we'll have some company, a religious cordon that will conduct
the ceremony from Eastern Europe where it is OK to marry under the age 14,
and we will be in international waters so you will be my wife baby.  My
perfect wife.  Oh Chloe, we will be the most perfect union you can ever
imagine, you can believe that.  I love you so much, more than anyone I have
ever known, oh baby...."

   "And Michael...er, Daddy, I will be your wife and I will be your most
best whore for you whenever you want, whatever and however you want, I will
be there as your wife and waiting open hole for you..is that OK
Daddy...ummmmmm.  I do love you Daddy." Chloe then looked and was overjoyed
as she again said under her breath, "our perfect secret, I won't forget, I
won't ever forget."

   Michael leaned over and kissed her on the forehead and nustled her
against his warm body and draining cock log.  She shoved her ass cheeks
over across it as she cuddled into her husband.

   Chapter 3: Unholy Marriage

   Chloe was content as together they reclined on what would soon be their
away from home marriage bed.  She had heard talk about a special wedding
gown that he had custom tailored in the event that the fantasy they
secretly shared came to be.  Now as she lay beside her man she couldn't
wait for the wedding to take place.  The childbride knew that she would
have many responsibilities and hoped that one day they would include
bearing him daughters.  What the girl did not know yet was kept secret from
her still by Millie and Michael.  Although Chloe would be in every sense
the embodiment of the ideal wife and slut she was still partially polluted
with her mothers genes.  It would remain for her to bear Michael a daughter
to insure him the perfect fucktoy and that day would come soon.

   Even now Millie was back at the estate mixing another secret elixar
passed down for centuries from her ancestors tribe where incestual
marriages had been practiced for generations.  Michael had gone to great
lengths and considerable expense to lure the black mother aand child away
from her family but the results were paying off handsomely.  She had
refrained from telling him the secrets of the Gorean ring but had whispered
certain effects of the potion one of them being the slow but continual
growth of the childs seat of whoredom.  He had in fact noticed while
attempting to fist the young girl that her already prominant clit had grown
considerably already.  The powerful, demanding father also would be able to
report that what his daughter was now engrossed in was indeed beginning to
take place.  Michael watched the little child slut toying with one of her
long nipples curious about the strange creamy milky fluid that was now
seeping profusely from the pebbled surface.  She had heard about lactating
yet as she tasted her seep she wondered why she was and if it was a side
effect of the sex drugs.  Her approving father knew why and yet he did take
solace in the fact that Millie had assured him that despite the drugs her
tiny titties would not grow any larger than normal girls her age and in
fact she would always look illegally young.  Millie knew it was important
some girlish features should remain childlike to men like him.  Two of
those being the breasts and hips to accent the frailty of his fuckpuppet
and underscore the immoral acts they engaged in lovingly.  Yes, the African
head of his home staff also knew that had sweet Chloe been with him in her
preteen years she would have been cervically breeched by the age of nine as
she herself was and probably pregnant by twelve.  It was understood that to
be the fitting whore of the father the girl must absorb the full length of
his breed organ into her birth chamber no matter the size and with no
regards to her age.  Millie remember fondly the sounds and sensations of
her tissues tearing when her father probed her sex organs the first time
with his coal black breeding wand.  Unlike poor Michael, her father had
long since needed to dilute outside genes as Millie herself was the child
of her older sister, fathered also by her daddy.

   Young Chloe felt so content snuggled up beside the man in her life and
felt sorry for her friends at school.  Most of them were no where near as
well off as her billionaire family and she knew that none of the children
her age were lucky enough to have a father that used them like her daddy
did.  She turned over on her side and propped her angelic head on her hand
and gazed at her fathers resting body.  He was built like a god she
thought. So handsome and strong and virile and most of all he was demanding
of her.  She needed that in her life for true fulfillment and her father
and Millie had reinforced that idea over and over since she had moved back
home.  For long moments she gazed at his face in total adoration as he
napped beside her waifish body.  Softly her slender fingers ran across the
manly hair on his muscular chest contrasting sexily with her long painted
nails while her tiny perfect toes brushed gently up and down his calf. 
Chloe successfully fought the urge to look at his fuck organ several times
knowing if she did she would fall under the perfect breeding tools spell
again.  The youngster moved closer and kissed his ear and whispered her
undying love and total commitment to him.  Aside from a soft moan she had
no idea if the words had registered and thinking he was asleep she
whispered hotly, "I'm gonna suck you daddy.  Your baby is gonna suck out
your creamy load and really taste it this time, Mmm...daddy I just hope you
wake up when I show you just how much I crave your fuck sauce.  Chloes
gonna get all your ball gravy daddykins..mmmm..I just know you have a nice
chunky load cooking and fermenting in your wonderful ballsacs.  Such huge
testicles my fiance has resting so heavily on our breedbed."

   The young slut kissed her masters soft lips before moving back down
between his masculine legs.  She was now on her knees with her torn and
bruised cuntlet gaping open lewdly.  Had she been able to look she would
see her inner lips still hanging loosely and ragged from her immature
fuckslot.  A tiny trickle of afterfuck still seeped steadily from her
vagina containing a tasty mixture of sperm, blood, fuck mucus, and small
flecks of tissue that had been scraped off her uterine lining from the
brutal consumation.  Her cervix still gaped slightly allowing the warm
cabin air to soothe her violated, underage womb chamber where soon her
first ripe egg would await his fatherly seed.  Chloe bent her lovely head
over the mans sweaty groin and her silky blonde tresses teased the mans
hard belly as she inspected the fuckstick closely.  Her eager eyes saw the
perfect foreskin had once again enclosed the plum sized penile head and it
was still coated with a thick paste of the same fuckcream that oozed down
the insides of her silky, skinny thighs.  She saw some congealing sperm
drops in the thick hairs covering her fathers cum bags and vowed to lap
them up after her jizz meal.  "Mmmm..sweet ball smell" she moaned as she
placed her tiny nose against the leathery sack breathing in the musky scent
of a real man..her man.  The schoolgirl spent long lusty moments staring at
her owners sex stopping occasionally to touch an interesting vein or bulge
in the gristled prick shaft.  She could see in her twinkling eyes the shaft
growing slightly in response to her hot moist breath and slowly the flaccid
fuck tube began to inflate to it's full two inch width and nine inch
length. The heavy foreskin was now even with her cute nose and she gingerly
reached for the veiny stalk with two manicured fingers to hold that
position.  Chloe wanted to, needed to sniff inside the thick foreskin again
before she did her special treatment on the meat.  First she carefully
lifted one of Michaels heavy egg sized balls and placed her nose against
the thick wrinkled dark skin and smelled the ball sack.  The scent was
intoxicating to her horny mind and she softly ran her tongue under the bag
in the thick hair that began near his steamy shitpipe.  As she tongued the
course, salty hairs she wished she could have wormed her hot taster up his
clammy ass to capture the tart taste of the mans intestines.  Next time she
would eat his luscious asstube she decided as she worked under his other
spermy nut and slowly up along the ridged stalk to the prize.  When she
lapped her way to the crowning foreskin she held one hot ball and with her
other hand used her tiny fingers to skin him back just enough to pop open
the snout.  Again she placed her delicate, lightly freckled nose into the
opening and slowly inhaled the hot, steamy, sweaty smell of the creamy
afterfuck that congealed deep inside the long flap of silky skin.  The
charming lolita had yet to sniff the aroma of other mens cocks but she was
sure that her fathers would always be the best of all.  Chloes tiny nipples
were now oozing creme on the mans legs as her little breast glands became
excited again.  Soon she would fill up his foreskin with a delicious warm
meal.  An idea suddenly came to her and she quietly crawled out of bed and
went to the stateroom bar returning a moment later with a small clear
cocktail straw.  Crawling back in between Michael husky legs she noticed
that his fuckstick had come to it's full fearsome erectile length the
gnarled gristle pulsing visibly and extending well beyond his deep belly
button.  She was in for a feast!  Again her slender left hand reached under
the veiny pisstube and levered it up away from his hairy, hard belly while
her other hand gathered the foreskin in a large wrinkled solid mass above
the purple head.

   Michael woke and smiled to himself as he looked down on his fuckslut
worshipping his fuckprick.  His eyes were slits so as not to let on that he
was gazing at her whorish behavior.  Mike could hear her talking to herself
and moaning about how perfect his babymaker was as she prepared to
mouthfuck him.  Her cute pixie face was hovering above the wrinkled
foreskin wad and her eyes were crossed trying to focus on the lovely sight.
He saw her licking her painted lips anticipating the taste of his jizzload
and salty meatskin.  Without warming up to the task Jennifer opened her
mouth as wide as possible and began forcing it down over the thick meaty
mass of cockhead and foreskin.  She was straddling his shin now and
grinding her oversized clit up and down the hard bumps of it as she rocked
her head back and forth trying to get the swelling cock past her stretched
lips.  Michael could see the corners of her sluttish lips stretched beyond
belief and there was a small drop of blood forming where the thin tissue
had torn apart yet the waif was determined to take him in again.  Her tiny
pink tounge was lapping at the bottom of the dark brown penile shaft as she
pressed more cock past her pretty teeth and in a last ditch effort the
schoolgirl raised her head up a fraction giving up a precious bit of the
slab then slammed her moth down as hard as she could.  He saw her eyes
bulge and her mouth tear on the other side when suddenly the beast like
glans and piled up foreskin skidded into the hot cave of her mouth.  She
was breathing in huge lungfulls of air through her nose as her kiddie mouth
grew accostomed to the mammoth babymaking fleshrod.  Chloe could feel the
tangy prefuck pissing into her throat but to her dimay could not taste it
and her father now opened his eyes fully and propped himself up to watch
the cunt and goad her on.

   "Yes Chloe my dear soon-to-be bride.  You got yourself stuck on my cock
now don't you?  Your like a bitch dog and my knots in your doggy cuntmouth
huh?" Chloe looked up at her man and batted her beautiful eyes nodding. 
"Good little fucktoy.  Go on and get it down to the root baby.  Throat your
dear old daddy and maybe I'll let you taste my load this time." She was
just happy as hell that he wasn't mad at her for sucking him without
permission and with one frail hand she cupped one warm ballsac lovingly
while her other hand reached back and tried her best to force her head down
the sweaty, musky root.  The corners of her mouth had ceased tearing apart
but specks of blood dripped into his wiry cock hairs as she worked inch
after delicious inch of her mans prickmeat into her young mouth.  The girls
spit was running down the shaft in a steady stream as the head bumped into
her throat.  Looking down over her nose she could tell she had five solid
inches to go and began her throat relaxation techniques.  The drugs had
some effect yet but this time she'd have to do most of the throat fuck on
her own.  "Keep going Chloe!  Don't fucking stop till you get it in your
esophogus.  How you gonna suck those blacks I start bringing here if you
can't get me in?" She felt her cunt spasm at the thought of actually
sucking a black snake and with one more lunge her tiny throat popped open
and suddenly she felt the full heavenly length of her daddys fucker glide
down her slimy esophogus.  Still grinding her cunt into his leg and seeping
milk she began a rhythmic milking using her throat muscles and working the
throat cartilage along the ribbed sides of her masters prick.  Her one hand
milked his balls one at a time while her other went to her slender neck and
began gently massaging the wedge of his cockhead where she felt it bulging
the skin near her adamsapple.  She was jacking her father off with her
throat and with her hand!!  "Arrgggggg you fucking cunt.  SUCK!  SUCK!  Eat
my creme baby girl!" She nodded and looked in his eyes as hers teared up
from total love and adoration and suddenly her head became a blur.  Her
blonde hair tossed wildly across his hairy thighs as over and over the
child would suck up the shaft pulling the foreskin inches away with her
greedy lips than slamming her nose down into his smelly pubic hairs as she
literraly fucked her throat raw with his demonic organ.  When she felt his
great balls lifting and churning she took two more nine inch stabs into her
tender esophogus than yanked her head off the shaft and began coughing up
spit and prefuck all over his balls.  Before he could yell.  shoot his
load, or do anything Chloe quickly wiped her mouth off on her arm and
yelled out.  "Daddy please quick honey.  Pull your foreskin up...way up dad
and make a big skin cup with it.  Hurry dad!  Hurry!"

   Michaels balls were ready to explode with boiling sperm and he was in no
mood to argue with the little vixen as he pulled his foreskin up and made a
large container.  He saw her grab a straw with one hand while her other
went to his saliva soaked shaft.  Slowly she started to jack him, her tiny
fingers nowhere close to meeting around the wide cylinder and she knew he
was a few pumps away.  "Now daddy I want you to watch and see just how much
I love you.  I want you to see everything and how I will worship you.  You
must believe that you are my only love." She pumped softly and watched the
pisshole as did Mike.  He wondered what was on her mind and suddenly he
felt the familiar sensation of his fermented load starting it's journey up
the long sperm tube.

   "Mmmm here it comes slut get ready for it.  " Yes daddy don't you worry
you'll see in a sec." The first jet slammed into her eye and she rocked
back from the impact.  The second one rocketed out into her now open mouth
and she fluttered her spermy eyes at the hot sensation of his living sperms
on her tongue.  The jets kept coming and were now splashing her cheeks as
she watched the skin cup start to fill with the seep.  The heavier thicker
cum clumps were now just starting to shoot and those were the discharges
that were filling up the foreskin rapidly as they both now watched it fill.
Finally the sperm slowed to a slow trickle from the gaping pisshole and it
dawned on the man what his Chloe had in mind.  She leaned back and admired
the overflowing container than moved forward again and placed her nose over
the frothing soupy mix and inhaled the spermy scent with her eyes closed.
Finally the coup de gras.  The powerful man sat mesmerized as the little
girl, his love and lover placed the straw into the cup of sperm.  She
looked in his eyes with total devotion as slowly she sucked up the thick
meal of his lifegiving spermseed.  He felt a few drops of piss escape and
tinge the mixture and he knew, that she knew and yet the little mink never
batted a spermy eye.

   Michael went below and went to his bathroom, closing the door partially.
He pulled out the mixture in the vial and poured a small quantity into
Chloe's glass.  For months now, either him or Millie had been spiking
Chloe's food and drink with the concoction and it was having the desired
effect.  Today he gave her an extra spike of the liquid and recapped the
bottle.  The mixture had the effect of giving Chloe elasticity and with the
small additive of Quaalude, left her every pore, every pure smooth curve
and crevice of her perfect fuck meat body, a tingling for wanting lust and
load and an aching that pulsated in and on her to want to calm the nasty
itch that always, always invaded her cunt hole and ass and mouth and tits
as they puckered and throbbed.  She was always on a simmer of boiling lust
and ravishing need to be used and taunted and abused and fucked and could
never spent much more than an hour without fingering up her wet twat and
leaving a smear of cum crème on her fingers and thighs.  It made her
tremble to be in class and to excuse herself to the restroom so that she
could take the bottle of perfume her Daddy had given her, a elongated
collapsible object that made a perfect dildo for her sweet tight cunt hole
and a smaller end for her puckered asshole, and simply spread out in a
stall and fuck herself.  She learned to be so quiet and well mannered that
no one at the school would ever believe this 12 year old was, in reality, a
subslut piece of fuck candy.



   The liquid froth between her legs was like a tender lotion that she
slathered her legs with, careful to mask the smell with a dab of perfume
before going bad to class and her doting teachers.  Her male teachers had
more than once looked at her with leering infatuation and she could see in
their eyes that they wanted nothing more than to cram their hands into her
panties and feel her bald used hole, wanted to tear her expensive skirts
and white cotton blouse off her and brutally fuck her tender forbidden
pubescent mouth, cunt and suck her nipples out.  Chloe had lain back in the
bathroom stall more than a couple times and wished and prayed that one of
them would attack and abuse her like the undeserving wanton little fuck
whore she was, be man enough to rape her mouth and asshole and force her to
be who she really was, a 12 year old rich Daddy's girl cunt that knew that
her real purpose in life was to be a receptacle for whatever sexual
deviation that anyone had.  She was a open hole that begged and pleaded to
be defiled and served up like a sugary confection that oozed out it's crème
center willingly, a piece of fuck fantasy that needed, no, had to be
assaulted and pleasured and hurt and used.  That was the meaning that her
Daddy, her fuck master, her love had given to her and she adored him for it
so much, she moaned silently to herself thinking how pleasurable it was to
be up under her Daddy's legs and suckling his big balls and asshole while
her little hands encircled his cock girth and stroked him.  She dreamily
inhaled thinking and remembering his musky smell there between his balls
and ass and how his precum, sticky and clear was like a golden nectar and
the times he let loose a small leak of urine it was like a whipped frothing
on a cake, a small glittering drop of candied moisture.



   Chloe laid up at the stern of the boat as Michael was below, her tiny
minuscule bikini bottoms wedged up her ass cheeks and her skin slathered
with cocoa butter, her mind wandering along the memories of her life since
coming back to her gorgeous wonderful beautiful father and lover and
master. She had so much to be thankful for and now the time was nearing
when her Daddy and her would be married and joined and forever he would be
hers and she his.  She had goose bumps well up on her nipples and arms just
imagining the incredible life they would have.  Michael was her master, her
protector and provider, her life force and life fuck, her soon-to-be
special secret husband and she was his sex slave and cum whore and obedient
daughter, his protégé and pump hole.  Her body was in a constant state of
arousal and as she felt the warm sun caress her, she drifted off in her sun
lounger, her eyes hidden behind her sun glasses but her body on display for
HIM, her hope being that he would come up soon and use and touch her and
pull her up in a frenzy of frantic fucking and coarse degradation, she was
feeling so wet as the boat rocked in the water and her cunt juices swayed
within her fuck tube, washing her tender rippled cunt and keeping her
lubricated and at the ready for any of HIS desires.



   A short time later she heard him come up the galley way and walk over to
where she lay, setting a Italia iced seltzer down on the table next to her,
the mixture stirred in.  He leaned into her and gently pulled the strands
of her hair back and kissed her lips as his hand went to her cunt and
stretched the small fabric aside and tapped at her hole, the throbbing
motion causing her pussy lips to pout open a little and the nub of her clit
to draw out of the hood and engorge slightly as it nestled out to his
fingers.  She feigned sleep as she squinted up at him through her sun
glasses and felt as he kissed along her neck and cheeks and nose and mouth
and still his finger toyed with her smooth bald cunt and fuck slot, his
expert movements shivering her pussy as a maddening slick secretion eased
up through her offered hole.  She wanted Michael to finger her up good and
hard but he seemed to be teasing her, threatening her with exquisite
torture and pleasure of his thick fingers and yet not wanting to disturb
her perfect repose.  He indolently ran his other hand over her small tits
and suckled the nipples and twisted them slightly and randomly.  He
whispered in her ear finally.  "Chloe, baby, we are going to set off, if we
are to meet up with our guests." He kissed her on the lips again, a little
more firmly, kissing her awake and mauling her cunt and clit as he did.  "I
want you to go into the stateroom and get yourself ready.  OK baby?" He
lifted the Italia ice and handed it to her as she struggled up on her elbow
but keeping her legs parted so he could continue to manipulate her cunt as
he wanted.  She reached out and swallowed a cool long devouring sip of the
drink and she immediately felt serene and cool as the fluid coated her
nerve endings and started their familiar rhythms in her blood.  Her other
hand reached down and parted her tight fuck lips so that HE had better
access and could see the coral pink slickness of her bare yielding hungry
cock socket, her Daddy's beautiful open pink tight moist cum depository,
his load receptacle.  She swallowed the rest of her drink and then pulled
her Master's face down and French kissed him as their tongues slithered
together and over each other.  "Oh Daddy, oh yes...anything Daddy...you
know that I will." She knew better than to try and force his probing
fingers in her fuck tunnel, but she wanted to so badly, wanted him to
plunge at least two fingers in her.  Finally he pulled away and stood up,
the outline of his massive organ obvious through his shorts.



   With great reluctance she stood up.  "Should I wait below so that you
can play with me Sir?" She hoped against hope that he would have rammed
into her here on the deck of the yacht but he had only begun to play and
then stopped.  For her, she wanted more but knew she only got what HE
wanted and how and when.  He only looked at her and hiding a small smile,
only shook his head no.  She seemed dejected in a way, but on her face you
only saw happiness and joy and a smoldering flush of her body as it reacted
to the drink and her pores and skin seemed to impart an invitation of
violation and not-so-innocent willing urges and pornographic portrayal. 
Her full lips of her mouth looked more like a glossed web of spun sugar
that would envelop a hard slab of man cock greedily and thankfully, as she
smiled at HIM.  She was hoping by her look, he would change his mind and
carry her down and pin her to the bed and forcefully make her fuck his hard
rod, hurt and slap her like a submissive fuck organ she was and not only
make her gag her throat on his cock crown but bloat his prick so large that
it caused a deep pain when he slammed it in her raw torn uterus and wet
womb, she felt desperate to feel that log of a cock fully stretching her
tiny cunt again.  She tugged on her small bottoms and touched the labia
lips as they spread on either side of her thin material shoved in between
them.  She saw his cock rustle and grow in his shorts, hard and huge and
she would have done anything just to kneel down and let him face fuck her
and pound her mouth while HE skull fucked her.  She waited and looked. 
Finally he shook his head and made his way to the main deck and prepared to
start the motors.



   Chloe, while confused, settled up and started towards the stateroom. 
She took a shower but was careful not to play with herself, outside soaping
up her cunt and ass and tits.  Michael thrust the throttle forward and the
yacht lurched forward towards the outer edge of the international water
break and assumed himself with the thought that Chloe was ready to be
inducted into his territory of glitter and gluttony, a sexual paradise that
stretched between the two opposite poles of love and degeneracy.  His cock
ached to head below and flog his daughter and gag her while he hung her and
clamped her nipples, bit at her clit before impaling his personal fuck pump
on his gnarled shaft, his prominent bulging upper vein a perfect ridge to
wear on her sensitive clit hood.  He felt the slow trickle of scum leaking
off his cock head and draining down his leg below his shorts.  The sea
parted before the bow of his yacht and furrowed out to a mile or two past
the buoy that marked the international marker and he pulled the throttle
back and let the yacht glide to a temporal mooring as he allowed the anchor
to drop and secure their latitude for the meeting.



   For the next two hours, Michael waited on deck while Chloe busied
herself below readying herself for the afternoon, evening ceremony.  Her
skin prickled and itched to be touched but she kept busy so that the subtle
powerful ache would not overtake her.  If her Daddy wanted to he could come
and plow into her open holes or command her to service him but she had to
assume that he had a reason for his reluctant actions.  She instead made
sure to make the stateroom into her wedding nest, which it would be, her
coronation of carnal craving and cum sucking worship.  She made sure to
make the room versatile for HIS base desires, the tools and toys, the
aromatic smells and fur coverlet that she would feel so luxurious against
her clit and tits and ass as he pounded down into her, the gag mask with
the mouth hole nearby so that he could simply have her prideful eyes
looking at him as he had her open mouth gap to fuck into, her array of slut
wear laid out so that he could dress her as he wanted, a fishnet body
stocking with a crotch opening, a vinyl slip dress that had tit scoops so
that they were available to suck and bite, a lace pair of short shorts and
thin sheer top that he could rip them apart as he molested and raped her
loving body that was his wife's body, his wife's holes, his whore wife's
piece of love/fuck cum dump.  It belonged to HIM.  She set out candles and
leashes and lubes and collars.  Much of what she was looking forward to was
still unknown to her but she intuitively recognized that it's sodden
wickedness was at the core of who she was.  At the moment that the sun
hunched lower in the portholes, she heard a shuddered murmur as another
yacht, a larger more opulent yacht motored towards them from the horizon.
Chloe was in the last stages of dressing and applying the last of her skin
softeners to her full body.  She sat on the bed and slid the straps of her
three inch heels around her ankles and looked at her image in the mirror as
she waited for HIS voice to let her know what instructions she was to
follow.



   Her white silk Armani dress was very short and elegant, high necked and
short sleeved.  Her black diamond choker and black diamond earrings dangled
from under her coiffed hair, her nipples erect as the silk itched at them,
her clit as well poking hard up and aroused as she moved looking over her
shoulder at her look.  Her lips were tastefully pink and her pale makeup
just a blush over her natural beauty and glamour.  Her lashes were full and
her twinkling eyes shone clear and sparkled.  Chloe heard Michaels voice
speaking to the occupants of the arriving yacht and after a long interval
she heard footsteps coming down.  Millie was there and Chloe raced into her
arms, so overwhelmed and glad to see her.

   Millie was there and Chloe raced into her arms, so overwhelmed and glad
to see her.

   Chloes eyes flashed with joy as she looked up into Millies own worldly
and knowing eyes.  They were drawn towards the elegant choker and how
perfectly fitting it was that her employer had his daughter wear it on
their wedding day.  A brief feeling of sadness washed over the woman as she
briefly pictured her own child in Chloes place.  And Thyra, Michaels
bastard, would have been his breed whore if not for Chloes return to the
estate.  The striking Negress could now only hope that once the illicite
marraige was complete that Michael might allow Thyra to serve Him in some
way.  She would beg him at some other time she decided.  Today was the most
important day in the life of the woman/child before her.  A daughter
trained to serve in any and every way her maker demanded and to bear him
the fucktot even more pure and perfect than she herself.  Millie envied the
childbride remembering the divine sensation of his fertilization.  The most
life altering cum of her life took place the night she actually felt his
perfect seed overwhelm her waiting egg.  To this day she could feel the
tingle deep in her womb when Michaels precious cargo load had blessed her
egg with halfbred Thyra.

   "Well Millie how do I look?" Chloe asked with a smile as she brought
Millie back to matters of importance.  "Daddy designed my wedding outfit
with Mr.  Armani himself naturally."

   "Naturally girl......we should expect nothing less from a man of your
fathers means and power."

   Chloe blushed as she coyly restrained from letting on her knowledge of
just how powerful Michael was in the world of the elite few.  The ceremony
of sin they would undergo publicly was enough to show just what power he
commanded.

   "And you look just beautiful Millie and I am so glad you are going to
hand me Fathers wedding ring at the altar."

   Again the housekeeper and one time incubator felt a tinge of grief over
Thyras loss.  "I'm proud you asked me child.  Rings are an integral sign of
servi...love, baby girl.  And other rings are for other purposes."

   Chloe grinned and flashed her right hand in Millies face.  The Gorean
ring flickered with life on her elegant finger with the perfectly sculpted
nails of one who does no work in life.  "Yes Millie, it has taught me well
as you have.  And He teaches me to properly obey and serve His will. 
Father says I am getting better and sometimes I even know what to do for
Him on my own!"

   "You will learn my child...." Then she leaned closer so the yacht staff
could not overhear "You have the elixar still?  Taking it?"

   "Yessssss Millie.  My clit is already almost a half inch long with the
cutest tiny glans head just like you promised!  My little tits are seeping
milk just like you said, an.....and the other potion.....I feel my most
deepest insides open to accept Him into me as I should."

   "Good....good.  A man as your father expects no less.  My teacher, my
mother told me only few men know the meaning of a uterus entry.  That the
cervix is like a cunt inside a cunt Chloe.  Be worshipful that you have a
man so long and thick as him to offer your sleeve to." Michaels head
housekeeper took her task seriously as Chloes surrogate mother.

   Chloe was about to affirm that when she heard His voice call down to the
stateroom.  "Millie would you kindly assist the bride-to-be with her final
inspection so to speak.  I should like to present Chloe to the guests
formally prior to the ceremony on the pool deck."

   "With honor Michael.  We will be up shortly.  Shall I have the staff
prepare the state room as well or..."

   "You may just as well Millie but that part of the service will be held
on deck afterwards." The implication was clear to Millie if not her charge.
The unholy consumation would be performed publicly for the pleasure of the
elite gathering.

   "We'll be up real soon Sir." Chloe called respectfully.

   Millie stepped back and eyed the young girl appreciatively.  She had to
admit that this child was the most perfect and beautiful preteen she had
ever laid eyes on.  Even more desirable than her own Thyra.  It was no
wonder her boss was in love with her.  From her impossibly long and toned
legs to the top of her head she reeked of class.  She checked her shoes
first and saw the effect they had on her sculpted calves.  It was a shame
her light downy hair was covered by hose and garters.  The guests would
have loved to see the child that still resided in that hipless fuckslut
frame.  Later they will, Millie hoped.  When she was deepfucked publicly
and properly for the attendees.

   "You look about ready child...let me just add a trace of glitter to your
skin.  I know how your daddy loves that in his sl.......daughter."

   Chloe beamed with pride as the black woman appraised her perfection and
commented praisingly as she brushed a trace of golden glitter to her
already flawless tan.  "That should about do it....straighten that ring so
all may see your upbringing now.  One last thing here baby and hold still.
We want the guests to have a good first impression." With that Millies long
black fingers traced the tiny cones of the childs barely developed yet
lactating tits.  Chloes eyes closed and she moaned at the feeling that was
much softer than her fathers touch untill Mille found her nipples under the
silk.  A second later Chloe bit her lip as the woman twisted and pulled her
nipples to full erection.  She eyed her handiwork as now the young
prostitots nipples looked like two half inch long spikes below the eight
thousand dollar Armani custom.

   "Daddy loves my nips poking ....."

   "I bet he does sugar...now get that hot ass up the steps baby.  I'll be
right behind you.......remember how to walk.  Don't clomp baby.  One long
skinny ass leg in front of the other like a cat for the men.  Remember it
makes what hips you do have sway nicely."

   "Yes'm I will do it.", the child bride replied as she headed topside. 
Millie was right behind her still in awe at the absolute perfection of this
goddess.  Her mind spun wildly as she tried imagining just how far Michael
had brung her down so far.  "Wet your lips girl just before you reach the
top step.  Wet em good now." she ordered.  The young girls perfect little
ass swayed before Millies eyes.  Although even Millies small hands could
easily cup both firm little globes the childs ass was every bit as
mesmerizing as the rest of her undeveloped body.  Her sluttish heels
brought out every detail to the fullest.  The housekeeper had to wonder if
Michael had tamed her colon yet with his horsecock.  Doubtful, she figured,
remembering the difficulty he had had sodomizing her adult analtube the
first time.  The assmasters apricot sized glans entered her bowels with
great difficulty and then his lovely, long rubbery foreskin rolled up like
a tire behind the flange and when it finally popped up her bowels she
thought a bat had been beat into her.  It was also heavenly.

   The woman shook her head just imagining his godlike gnarled and ribbed
gristle spearing that sassy morsel in front of her.  She just knew the
little tramps inner tissues had to be sucked right out of her insides with
every one of his legendary fuckstabs!  Well, she figured, if Chloes
adolescent fuck holes were not yet torn and frayed from Michaels abuse they
soon would be.  She had known him for long enough to realize he would trade
his daughters cum slots in a minute for the right deal.  Just as his wife
had been, Chloe was a bargaining chip to be used if need be to push along a
deal.  She recalled the first yacht was signed over to him merely by a few
veiled threats of lawsuits and one measly night of allowing three strangers
to use and degrade his wife.  Millie learned much about his power that
night when she made him a drink while he sat and read just a few doors away
from his wifes obediant molestation.

   What control would he wield over these elite power brokers now that he
had a child slut to offer?  Especially one already well trained to perform
any act imaginable with the finesse of a professional escort!  In all
probability she may have already surpassed her mother on the road to total
submission.  The perfect fuck doll...underage, drop dead perfection,
cumdump jackoff toy.

   The sunlight highlighted the sculpted curves on the soon to be wed girls
strong, lean legs.  Millie was engrossed in her perfection as the girl
reached the deck.  Suddenly she remembered some last minute advice as she
too reached topside.  She saw Michael dressed as elegantly as she had ever
seen him about twenty feet away near the pilot house.  Five radar antenaes
spun lazily high above him and the group he was chatting with.  One man she
recognized as some sort of undergroung film mogul.  It was the other man
Chloe needed to be instructed on.  She looked over at the youngster.  Her
beauty was beyond words in this perfect setting.  Still she was immature
and unworldly and her eyes bespoke it as she tryed to absorb the sight of
so many wealthy people all at one time.  It was even bigger in her mind
than any Hollywood extravaganza she had ever witnessed on TV!  She was
about to run off to her father when Millie grabbed her slender arm.

   "Girl.you wait with me here till you are called for.  Don't you be
running up to your daddy like some baby now.  You are gonna be his wife
real soon now and you best start acting like it.  Know your place girl."
Millie whispered in her rare yet demanding tone.  "Now that gentleman that
Michael is talking to now?  The one with that scarf like thing on his
neck......right beside that young girl?" Chloe bit her lip and nodded.  The
girl was a little older than her she figured.  The man looked like maybe
someone important also.  They all did to Chloe, overwhelmed by the kind of
people her father actually was friends with.

   "That man is the most powerful man in Romania and beside him is his
daughter.  They are the ones that your father contacted to arrange
this........this....marriage..  You will be introduced formally soon.  You
will not look in his eyes nor his daughters until he calls you by name.  DO
NOT disgrace your father child." It was not the head housekeepers place to
tell Chloe that Thyras throat sleeve was part of the price paid for his
cooperation.  In fact Millie doubted that Michael even had to have offered
it.

   Chloe felt her clitglans twitch and her fuckhole spasm open as her first
public test of her role in Michaels life was about to transpire.  She had
to show Him, prove to Him, that she was worthy of taking her mothers place
as His slut/wife/daughter.  Standing there in her fuck-me-shoes and Armani
set off by a risque choker Chloe was soon drawing the attention of many men
and women aboard.  Male and female eyes appraised her sexually.  Although
all in their circles had heard about incestual marriages, few had been to a
ceremony.  The handful that had whispered feverishly about the sacred
ritual that unfolds when Father and daughter unite as one.  Millie wondered
how Chloe would react when she saw the unholy cock of that Romanian bull.