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Date: Fri, 17 Jul 2009 17:10:03 -0400
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The kidnap and training of Emily
(M/g, rape, bdsm, humiliation, anal, oral, drugs)

by miss molly (slut_molly@yahoo.com)

Ed was a janitor at a middle school.  It was a great job.  Many years ago
a wealthy Aunt had died and left everything to her only living relative -
him.  Ed had always had a love of girls at the age of puberty, and his
job allowed him to check out all of the girls with little risk.  He had
carefully avoided risking his good position by looking, but never
interacting, with the students at his school.  He never talked about his
considerable wealth.

One Friday afternoon he was cleaning up alone on the late shift.  He was
the only janitor left in the building, having told the other janitor scheduled
to go home and enjoy the evening.  As he turned towards one of the staircases
he heard the unmistakable sound of a girl crying.  She was probably the only
other person in the building.

Ed knew who she was the moment he saw her.  Her name was Emily.  She was
in the 7th grade.  One of the teachers at the school had relayed her story
to him before.  Emily lived with a foster family since the beginning of
the school year.  Ed wasn't sure why she had foster parents, but Emily
certainly hadn't had an easy life.  Apparently she had changed foster
families and schools almost every year.  

"Hey, are you OK?" Ed asked as he came around the corner.

Emily jumped.  She was chubby, but quite cute.  Her face was stained with
tears, and she had been wearing eyeliner which streaked down her chubby
round cheeks.  She was just beginning to develop physically, and like many
chubby girls she had small fatty tits beginning to swell under her shirt.
She was wearing a loose short black skirt and a white tanktop.  As he
came towards her Ed caught a glimpse of her blue bikini panties, but she
quickly smoothed her skirt down to hide them.  Her blonde hair was in two
pigtails that reached her shoulders.  Her face had makeup applied, eyeliner,
red lipstick, blush.

"Uh,, uh hello!!.... I'm Emily" she stammered, clearly embarrassed to be
caught after hours at the school crying.

"Hi, Emily.  I'm Ed.  Whats wrong?" he asked.

"My... my foster dad.  He called me a... a fat... whore."  She sighed loudly.

Ed looked surprised as she explained.  He knew her home situation was bad,
but her story made him realize it was terribly.  Apparently she wanted to
go to the movies but her foster parents wouldn't let her go alone.  But
she didn't have any friends to go with.  She was in her room bored alone
and put on some makeup she found in her foster mom's room.

"When he caught me, he slapped me and called me a .. fa.fat w.whore, and told
me nobody would ever like me" she cried.

Ed smiled.  She looked so young and vulnerable... his cock started to stir and
he had to work to keep it down.

"Why don't you come to my office, it will be more comfortable than the
stairwell and I have some stuff that might cheer you up" he said.

"Sure" Emily sniffled and struggled to her feet, her face still stained
with tears and smeared makeup from crying.

Ed smiled at her and led the way to his small office.  The office had a small
desk and chair, and shelves in the back with tools and supplies.  Ed
frequently smoked marijuana and occaisionally snorted some coke.  There was a
drawer in the desk with a box of drugs.  A radio played the local classic
rock station softly.

"I don't have a chair, I'm sorry" he apologized.  "Why don't you sit up on the
desk, Emily?"

She hopped up onto the desk and he sat down in the chair.  She swivelled
around on the desk to face him, excitedly.  She was clearly feeling a bit
better already.  Ed was being so nice to her and she never got any attention
like this.  She looked down at him as he looked up at her and reached down to
open a drawer in his desk.

"Have you ever done any drugs, Emily?" Ed asked, genuinely unsure of what she
would anwser.  As he bent down, his face level with her legs, Ed peered up
her short skirt.  He could see her creamy young chubby thighs, but couldn't
see her panties.  Her legs were too close together.

"Ummm...," Emily looked a bit surprised, but Ed caught her blush.  "Just pot"
she said.

"Great!" he said as he brought a bong and a big bag of pot.

"Wow!" she looked surprised.  The bag was gigantic.  The cocaine was in the
back of Ed's drawer, and she couldn't see that.  "That is a lot of pot!" she
said.

Ed chuckled and loaded the bowl.  He took out a lighter and sparked the bong,
then handed it to her.  They passed it back and forth, smoking.

"I don't want to go home" Emily said suddenly.  "I think my foster dad is
going to hurt me and yell at me again."

Ed couldn't believe his luck.  His whole life he had managed to avoid actually
going after girls.  But this was perfect.  He could kidnap her... do whatever
he wanted... and everyone would think she had run away to another city.  She
would be his plaything.

"Well, maybe I can offer you a place to stay until your social worker can find
you a new family."

She beamed.  "Wow, Ed, that would be perfect!"  She hugged him.

As she relaxed in his presence her legs had spread a bit.  Ed reached down to
the drawer again, returning the pot and the bong.  As his head passed her legs
he glanced up her skirt and could see her blue cotton panties.  His cock got a
bit harder.  Instead of closing the drawer he opened it more and took out the
bag of coke and a card, along with two straws he took from the cafeteria.

"Ok, lets try this next, this'll make you *really* happy." he said.

"Is that coke, Ed?" she gasped.  Ed nodded, and motioned for her to stand up
off the desk.

He cut out four lines of coke, and handed one straw to Emily.

"Just run the straw along while you snort it in" he said.

He watched as she did her first line.  She gasped afterwards, delighted, and
threw her head back.. it was amazing!  Ed did a line next.  Ed had
deliberately given himself thinner lines, so she would get really fucked up.

After they'd each done another line, Ed took out more and cut 4 more lines.
Emily's head was already spinning.  She was even starting to feel a bit wet
between her legs, like she got when she touched down there.

"How old are you, Emily?" Ed asked, and motioned for her to sit in his lap.

She sat, squirming into his lap.  "Twelve and a half..." she said, rolling her
head around and squirming a bit.  She could feel something weird and stiff
under her butt.

"Snort another line, Emily" Ed smiled.  She bent over and he could see the
bottoms of her blue panties as her skirt rode up.  When she sat back on his
lap he wheeled forward in his chair and snorted another one of his thinner
lines.

Emily was seriously high at this point.  But Ed pushed her towards the thicker
of the two remaining lines.  As she began to snort he opened another drawer
and took out a pair of handcuffs, quickly grabbing her hands behind her back
and cuffing them.  He shoved her into the desk, the remaining coke smearing
into her face.

Her first thought was that he was an undercover cop, and she had been
arrested for doing drugs.  He'd tricked her.  But when she felt his rough
hands on her panties, yanking them down, she realized she was being raped.  So
this was how her first fuck would be, she thought.

Ed chuckled.  This was too easy.  He rubbed his finger on her barely preteen
twat.  She had a tiny bit of thin hair at the top, that was it.  He probed his
finger into her cunt... laughing further as she squirmed and actually moaned
as he checked to see if she was still a virgin.  She was, no surprise.  What
he was surprised by was the fact that she was wet.  Must've been the coke, he
thought.

He roughly grabbed her by her shoulders and shoved her to her knees.  He
unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out.

"Open your mouth wide, Emily.  If I feel teeth, I'll fucking kill you" he
growled.

Emily looked up at him with terror in her eyes, her arms cuffed behind her
back.  He face was even more smeared with her makeup, her lipsticked lips and
her nose had coke dust on them.  She was crying, but she opened her mouth
wide.  He grabbed her by her pigtails and shoved his cock in her mouth,
forcing it in deep, making her gag and choke.

Ed throatfucked Emily hard, drool and spit ran down her chin and soaked her
top.  He reached down and pinched her nipples, HARD, and grabbed her head and
held her there until she nearly passed out.  He pulled out and she gasped and
cried.

"please no.. please let me go... i won't tell anyone" she whimpered between
gasps.

"Fuck you slut.  You're my catch now." Ed said.  He took a big pink ballgag
out of his desk drawer and shoved it into her mouth.  The gag was a locking
"trainer" type and Ed quickly secured it.  She began to scream into the gag,
further messy drooling around the gag.

Ed spit on her face, degrading her.  He started to jack off at her face.
Emily was almost grateful as he began to cum, a week since he had masturbated,
copious cum spraying her face and running down past her gagged lips.  He aimed
for her eyes, and soon she couldn't see through the semen.

She heard him zip back up.  She thought it was over.  But she was very wrong.




Emily remained kneeling as Ed rummaged through the drawer and found another
set of locking cuffs for her legs, a locking collar, and a hogtie.  He placed
the collar around her neck, locking it with another small lock.  He used the
hogtie to tie her ankle cuffs to her handcuffs, rendering her helpless.  She
still couldn't see as he picked up her heavy body and carried her out to the
loading dock.

Ed backed his van up and opened it.  It was a big cargo van, with no windows
in the back.  He attached her ankle cuffs to a ring in the floor and her
collar to a chain hanging from the ceiling.  She was completely imobile from
both ends as she sat gagged in the back of his van.  Emily whimpered and
sobbed softly as he  went back inside to clean up then returned to drive the
van off.

She couldn't tell exactly how long it was but the cum was beginning to dry
caked onto her face when she felt the van turn onto a long gravel drive.
Every bump jerked her body painfully, the collar locked tight around her neck.
The coke had long since worn off, and she could feel some craving, anxious to
get back to the happyness she'd felt before the rape began.

The van stopped.

"You thought you were done, didn't you, piggie?" Ed just heard sobbing in
reply.  "Welcome to your new foster home, sweety Emily." he laughed.

He opened the back of the van and she could see him again now.  He undid the
attachments and carried her into the basement, then through a door.  The room
they were in now had been purpose built by Ed.  All four walls and the floor
were made of mirrors.  Various points along the walls and floor were points to
attach restraints.  The mirrors were one-way: cameras on the other side
recorded the scene inside.  The ceiling had bright mirrored fluorescent tubes.

Ed locked her collar ring to one of the rings in the floor with a short leash.
She could stand, barely.  He took off the other restraints but left the gag.
The corner she was in sloped towards a drain in the floor.

"This is your new home, Emily." Ed smiled.  He went over to the far corner
and opened a cabinet and took out a garden hose with a sprayer.  "You're
gonna get a shower, dirty piggie" he sneered.  "But first, I need to pee."

Ed stripped naked this time, his thick cock soft.  He walked over to her and
pushed her to her knees.  He groaned a bit then unleashed a stream of strong
yellow piss all over her gagged mouth and face.  It began to wash off some of
the dried cum and ran down her face, dripping onto her white t-shirt, now
stained yellow.  Ed shook the last few drops at her face then roughly yanked
her tanktop and skirt down and off.

Emily stood in just her blue panties.  "Piss yourself, whore!" Ed shouted in
her face.  Her eyes went wide, as he yanked her hair back and spit in her
face.  He yanked her to her feet as she began to pee, unable to hold back
after the long car ride.  A dark pee stain spread on the front of her panties.

"You dirty swine! Disgusting pee slut!" he growled.

Ed grabbed the hose sprayer and began to hose her down like an animal.  He
laughed as she shivered and cried.  He tossed her some soap and told her to
clean up.  He watched, cock rock hard, as she soaped up.  He rinsed her off
again with the cold water.

He shut off the hose, and went behind her and unlocked the trainer gag as she
dripped dry.

"Now listen Emily.  If you are good, and you don't talk back to me, I'll be
nicer to you.  If you are bad, and you scream, or try to hurt or hit me, I
will hurt you.  I will beat you, stab you, kill you.  Understand?" Ed looked
into her eyes, and she nodded.  He took out the gag, and she just whimpered.
He handed her a towel and told her to dry off.

"Get your panties off, Emily.  They're wet and you won't be needing them
anymore."

Emily shivered in silence as she slide the soaking wet panties down her legs
to the floor.  She blushed, naked before him.  He inspected her cunt and
chubby young budding titties.  At the top of her cunt was a tiny tuft of thin
blonde hair just starting to sprout.  She finished drying herself and handed
him the towel.

Ed grabbed the foster cunt by her little tuft of cunt hair.  "When did you
first get this, Emily?" he asked.

"Wh.when I wa.was almost twelve." she blushed.

"My property isn't allowed to have hair on her cunt, Emily."  She began to cry
again, certain she was going to be punished.

He slapped her ass then walked to the cabinet and took out a riding crop.  She
began to sob loudly again as he confidently strode back swinging the crop.
She trembled in fear, eyes wide with terror as he swung the crop to strike
directly on her public mound, leaving the barely hairy area red and painful.
He swung again, and she screamed.

Ed grabbed Emily by her neck and squeezed, then dropped her to the floor.

"Spread your legs and hold your ankles high, cuntmeat!" he snapped!

She struggled to obey quickly, afraid of what he would do if she didn't.  He
swung the crop again, this time hitting directly on her immature 12 year old
chubby pussy lips.  She screamed, whimpered, and sobbed.  But she kept her
legs spread.

After twenty strokes Ed stopped.  The slut was crying and groaning.  Her cunt
was bright red, sore.  Some of her cunt hairs had fallen out during her
beating, but Ed grabbed the hot wax kit.  He placed the wax strips onto her
cuntlips and mound as she groaned, then he yanked them off.  She squealed like
a slaughtered pig.  It was music to his ears.

Soon her cunt was completely bare.  He smiled.  She was crying and her cunt
was red.  It must have been very painful.  Ed climbed on top of her holding
her down, legs spread.  He started to kiss her wet and slobbery as he rubbed
his rock hard cock against her sore cunt.  The head slipped between her chubby
cuntlips and she groaned.

Ed began to push his cock into her preteen twat, his hands reaching up to
pinch her nipples.  She sobbed as he pushed harder.  Finally he felt her
cherry pop and his cock slid the rest of the way in.  She cried and wailed,
and he began to fuck her harder.

"Time for your first cuntfuck, Emily." He spat on her face.  "Have you had
your period yet?"

Emily cried.  "Y.yes tw.twice" she sobbed as Ed ravaged her cunt.

He pinched her nipples hard, and she gasped.  "How long ago was the last
time?"

"a month and a half" she cried.

Ed smiled.  She might be fertile, but this bitch was so young who knew.  His
cock stiffened, and he heard her groan louder as he began to bottom out in her
cunt.

"Do you want a baby bitch?" he growled.

"Nooo, please no!!  I'll suck it!" she begged.  He chuckled.

Ed reached up with his hands and wrapped them around her neck, beginning to
choke her.  Her neck had a bit of chubby to it too, but she quickly began to
turn red and blue as he choked and spit in her face, raping her cunt hard.
Her throat gurgled.

Ed began to cum, his hot sticky juice spraying inside her tight fat hole.  He
ground loudly and released his grip on her neck.  She gasped for air.  He spat
on her face again.

"Dirty foster bitch whore" Ed glared at her.  She whimpered and cried.

Ed pulled out.  His cock was coated with pink blood and semen, and he brought
it to her mouth.

"No please... please let me go..." she begged.

"Get on your knees and suck me clean" he demanded.

She cried as she got down on her knees, opening her mouth for him.  He smeared
the blood and cum on her face and then made her suck on his softening cock.
Cum ran down her legs, dripping from her twat.

Ed pulled out of her mouth once he was clean and went to the cabinet once
more, returning the loose items but also grabbing a locking trainer ring gag
and a bright pink large butt plug and some lube.  He brought them back to her.
Ed slipped the gag into her mouth - she barely struggled at all now - and
locked it into place.

"Get on your hands and knees, you fat fostermeat."

Emily cried again as she got on her hands and knees, thinking that the man was
going to put the pink thing in her pussy, hurting her more.  She could see in
the mirrored walls as he pressed it against her butthole, feeling it start to
slide in.  She groaned into the gag.  This was so horrible for Emily.  Soon
the plug was all the way in, stretching her.

"I will be leaving for a while.  You are not to remove the plug.  If you do I
will hurt you, understand?"  She nodded.  "If it falls out, put it back in."

Emily remained on her hands and knees until her left, then she curled into a
ball and cried.




It was several hours before Ed returned.  Emily guessed it was past midnight.
Her pussy was still sore, but her butt was getting used to the pink plug that
had been in there since the evil man had left her.  Her jaw hurt from being
stretched open by the ring gag, and the gag had also made her drool all over
her fat body.  She also had to pee, badly, and hoped her would let her.

Ed was pushing a TV cart when he returned.  He stowed it in a corner of the
room.  Then he walked over to where she was sitting and aimed his soft cock at
her face.  She was a bit confused, but suddenly her face was awash with warm
pee.  He was using her face as a toilet again, but this time her mouth was
held open by the gag and some of the nasty piss sprayed into her mouth and
drooled back out again.  She began to cry again.

"Stand up" Ed said as he shook his cock off, dripping onto her face.

She struggled to her feet, and he unlocked the gag and pulled it off.  Emily
nursed her sore jaw.

"How are you feeling Emily, sweety?" Ed said, suddenly sounding nice again.

"I.. i have to pee" she whimpered.

Ed chuckled.  "Spread your legs and pee, then."

Emily sobbed.  He was treating her like an animal.  But she knew the
alternative... he would hurt her with the stick again and she would probably
wet herself.  She whimpered again and noticed that Ed's cock was growing hard
again.  Emily spread her legs a bit, groaned, and started to pee.

Ed watched her.  His cock grew harder.  As her pee slowed he grabbed her from
behind and bent her over.  He slowly pulled the pink butt plug out of her
tight, preteen ass.  He inspected her asshole and spit in it, then grabbed her
by her hair and shoved her to her knees.

"I'm gonna put it in your butt next, bitch.  You'd better get my cock nice
and wet with your mouth, otherwise it is gonna hurt."

Emily just looked up at him and started to suck.  She sucked like her life
depended on it, trying to slobber all over his dick.  Ed laughed.  He hadn't
anticipated this would make her give a really good blowjob.  He grabbed her by
her pigtails and started to face fuck her again, making her slobber and drool
and choke on his cock.

She cried as he fucked her face and she thought of what was coming next.  He
said he was going to put it in her butt hole, but his cock was much wider than
the plug that had stretched her.  She looked up at him with fear.

Ed pulled out of her mouth and slapped his cock on her face.  "Get down on
your knees like a dog!" he yelled.

He got behind her and lined up his cock.  She winced, anticipating, and she
felt him start to put his weight down.  Emily groaned as Ed's thick cock slid
up her twelve year old ass.  He could feel her spasming inside, stretched
tight on his cock.

"Beg for it, cunt.  I want to hear you tell me 'please rape my fat ass
mister'" Ed growled.

Emily struggled to reply, Ed now fucking her faster.  "Please... r.ra" she
stuttered, struggling with the words "rape my f.fa.fat ass" Emily sobbed,

Ed felt himself get harder as she said it.  He grunted and smacked her ass
hard enough to leave hand prints as he fucked it hard.  Once her ass was all
red he grabbed her hair.

"Get over here and suck on it, fatty."

She looked back at him with horror.  "But... it was in my... my butt!" she
cried out.

One look and a spank was all it took for Emily to realize he was not joking.
Her mouth went to his cock, and she nearly puked as she took his cock into her
mouth.  It had just been in her own ass!  Ed groaned.  The bitch was perfect.

He grabbed her by her ankled and hoisted her up uncomfortably.  The cold hard
mirror floor gave her shivers as he looked down at her teary, fearful eyes and
began fucking her ass again.  As he raped her ass he enjoyed the view of her
abused cunt, surrounded by dried cherry blood and cum.  He started to slap her
cunt, harder and harder until she was crying hard and gasping uncontrollably.
It felt like she might even be having an orgasm.  What a slut.

He moved his cock back to her mouth.  She gagged as he shoved it in roughly.
It was a good thing she hadn't eaten since her school lunch.  She felt herself
start to puke, but only spit came up.  It drooled out of her mouth, making a
further mess of her chubby titties and cheeks.

He fucked her ass again for several more minutes before he pulled out and
stuck his dick back in her mouth.  He pumped her throat several times, making
her retch and puke up the clear spit again.  She looked up at him, crying, as
he pulled out and jacked his cock with his hand, aiming at her face.  His cock
sprayed out again, this time much thinner than when he'd cum in her eyes.  He
groaned, and slapped his cock against her face.

"Lick it clean, cumbucket." he told her.  She licked it clean as she whimpered
and sobbed.

Ed wheeled the TV in front of her.  The mirrors on all walls meant that it was
impossible to avoid the screen from her position, leashed to the floor.  He
turned the TV on, and it began playing video shot of her earlier cunt rape and
then her ass rape.  The video looped over and over again, showing each
possible angle.

Ed placed some dog food and water in bowls just within Emily's reach.
He walked out.  Emily was forced to watch and listen to herself be raped
in the cunt, mouth, and ass over and over again all night long.  Eventually,
to her further humiliation, she got hungry and ate some of the dog food.





It was almost certainly the next morning when Ed returned, but time was
passing strangely for the distressed girl.  Once again he came in and
immediately pissed on her.  It was, in fact, his morning piss.  When he was
done he hosed her off, then dragged a chair and cushion near and sat in the
chair.  He finally shut off the TV.

"Suck on my cock, Emily" Ed commanded.

Emily, soaking wet but shivering only slightly in the warm air, dropped to her
knees and took his cock into her warm, wet, hungry mouth.  Ed sat back and
enjoyed her blow job for the first time.  She was clearly terrified of him and
was rapidly becoming a submissive slut.  Emily slurped and gurgled as she gave
him a wet, slippery blowjob.

Soon he was moaning loudly.  "Use your slippery hands, too, spit on them,
Emily" he said.

She used both of her hands on his cock, sliding them up and down and using her
mouth on the head.  He couldn't believe she was just twelve and a half.  She
was looking up at him with sparkly eyes as she jacked his cock with her mouth
over the head.  He grunted and groaned and started to cum.

"Swallow it, good girl."

She swallowed.  She licked off his dick.  She was so grateful that he hadn't
tried to hurt her.  She couldn't believe it.  He'd called her a good girl.

"Thank you Ed" she said.  She didn't know what to say.

Ed smiled.  "I don't want you to call me Ed anymore, sweety.  I want you to
call me Daddy.  I'm your new foster daddy, OK, Emily?" he said.

She nodded.  "Yes... Daddy" she replied meekly.

He grinned again and reached down to ruffle her hair playfully, then got up
and left.  She liked it when he was nicer to her and didn't hurt her body.
She thought maybe if she was nice to him and did what he said then he
wouldn't hurt her.





Ed was very pleased with her progress.  He made up a fake letter from Emily to
her real foster family, pretending she had run away to another state.  He
emptied out her wallet and pocketed the cash but dumped her wallet, keys,
school ID, and other cards where they would be found at the school and further
make people think she'd run away.  He also drove back to the school and
cleaned out his office, so there were no signs of what had happened the
previous night.

Emily was still in a relatively good mood after the morning suck where "Daddy"
had treated her nice.  But she was also feeling some strong cravings for more
of the cocaine he had given her last night.  She thought about all of the
nasty things he'd called her.  Was she really a slut and a whore?  She had
almost enjoyed it sometimes, when he was touching her pussy.  She reached down
casually and rubbed the sore, red, skin.

She probed her finger inside, something she had never been able to do before
since she was way too tight.  Amazingly, she was even wet inside.  For a
moment, she wondered if Ed was videotaping again, but it felt good enough that
she continued.  Two fingers slipped inside her bruised cunthole.  Her other
hand flicked her little clit, and Emily started to gasp and moan.  Soon she
was enjoying an orgasm, her pussy wet and slippery as she flicked her clit and
fingered her cunt with three fingers.  As she calmed back down, she curled
into a ball and fell asleep despite the bright lights.

Ed returned after running a few more errands.  He stopped at a mall and picked
up some plain cotton panties for Emily.  Ed liked a girl in panties.  These
were the kind a girl Emily's age might normally wear.  He also stopped at the
Victoria's secret and got some sexy bikini panties and thongs.  They were
designed for a much older girl, but Emily's overweight nature made meant she'd
fit in the panties cut for a smaller adult.  Finally he picked up some black
and white stockings and slutty clear heels that would fit on her feet.

He checked the video screen when he returned.  She was asleep, finally getting
some rest.  It was mid-afternoon.  He figured she'd be real hungry and decided
to continue being nice to her.  He had brought a supersize bag from McDonald's
and a large soda.  He did a quick review of the recorded video and saw her
masturbate.  He laughed, and entered the room.

Emily began to wake up when Ed entered.  She could smell McDonald's food.  She
thought she was imagining it.  Her body stank of stale piss and cum.  But he
was holding the bag.

"Hello, Emily.  I have a treat for you." he said.

"Oh... oh wow... Daddy.. thank you Daddy" she stuttered, shocked, she was so
hungry.

"But first I think you have to go to the bathroom, right?" he asked.

She looked a bit sad at that.  She had to pee and to defacate at this point
and she remembered the last time he let her just wet herself.  If she had to
shit herself there was no way she was going to enjoy eating that mcdonalds
afterwards.  She nodded meekly.

"Come with me.  You can use the real toilet this time, Emily.  You've been a
good girl."  He unlocked her leash but left the collar on as he took her hand
and led her towards the door.

Emily couldn't believe it... he was taking her outside of the mirror room!  It
led to a long hallway, and they went in the first door on the left.  It was a
big bathroom.  Ed put down the McDonald's bag.

"Go on and take a shit and pee, Emily" he commanded.

She blushed a bit but sat down on the toilet and began to shit.  Her butt was
still a bit sore from her rape last night and she winced.  Her pee began to
tinkle into the bowl.

When she was done she asked "Can I have the McDonald's now Daddy?"

"First you have to get clean sweety."  Ed started the shower.

She reluctantly climbed in and under the water.  Unlike the hose it was a
comfortable temperature.  He had her wash her hair and then soap up her body.

"Make sure to soap up and clean your butt hole really well, Emily."

She blushed.  But she reached back and spread her cheeks and soaped up as Ed
watched from behind.  As she washed around her hole she felt two of his soapy
fingers slide up, wiggle around, and clean her out.

"Okay finish up" he said.

"Yes Daddy" she replied.

He was hard from watching her and fingering her butt.  But he stuck to his
plan.  He gave her a towel to dry off, and took the big pink butt plug out of
his pocket along with some lube.  He had her bend over, and slide the lubed
plug slowly up her ass until it was held tight.  She whimpered softly.  It
didn't feel as bad as last time.

In a corner of the bathroom were the clear slutty heels, the white knee high
stockings, and a pair of white panties.

"Get dressed."

"Yes Daddy!"

She wasn't sure whether to be excited at the fact that she would be dressed
again or humiliated by the outfit.  So she felt both.  Soon she was dressed.
Even with the slutty high heels she was still much shorter than him.  He had
her comb her hair and put it back into pigtails.

Ed grabbed the McDonald's bag and clipped a lead onto her collar.  "Come with
me," he said.

Between the butt plug and the high heels she walked awkwardly, but followed
quickly.  He took her across the hall into a room with a big bed and a table.
Cabinets were on the walls - the other side of the cabinets in the mirror
room.  This room didn't have mirrors but did have video cameras and bright
lights.  He put the McDonalds food on the table and motioned for her to
sit down.

"Go ahead and eat, Emily." he said.  He lay on the bed and turned on a TV that
was across the room.

She began to eat hungrily, and drink the coke in huge gulps.  Ed turned the TV
to the local news station.  There was a clock on the screen!  Apparently it
was 6PM Saturday.  She had been with him for more than 24 hours.  She watched
excitedly, eating.  Ed could hear her constant chewing.  No wonder she was
fat, he thought.

Towards the end of the news, they announced that they were looking for a girl
believed to have run away from a local foster home.  Emily gasped as her
picture appeared on the screen.  The reporter talked about the note they'd
found along with her school ID and a long distance bus schedule.

"Unfortunately, like most foster children, Emily Brace held a strained
relationship with her foster parents.  After an argument she reported stormed
out of the house and has not returned.  She left a note telling of her plans
to run away to California and be a movie star.  Unfortunately, the likelihood
of every finding her is low."

Ed switched off the TV.  She was almost done with the supersize meal.

"When you're done stuffing your fat face, get over here" Ed told her.

Emily blushed again, humiliated by the fact that her "Daddy" had called her
fat.  Self conscious, she took one more sip from her soda and came over.  He
belly was actually noticably swollen from all the food.

"What do you say?" he prompted.

"uhmhmm, thank you Daddy" she replied, hoping she was right.

"Now come give Daddy a kiss" he said.

He pulled her onto him, her legs spread as he reached back to smack her butt.
She squirmed on top of him.  She could feel his hard cock.  He kissed her lips
and stuck his tongue in her mouth, tasting the nasty food.

"Now get down and service my cock, slutcunt.  Use your hands and mouth."

She got up off of him and went to his cock like a pro.  He pulled off his
shorts and she began to suck and play with his rod.  She gulped and slurped as
her hands and mouth slid up and down his shaft.  Soon he was rock hard and
ready to fuck her cunt.

"Daddy wants to rape your fostercunt, Emily" he chuckled, pulled her by the
gusset of her panties.

He reached down and ripped open the new panties at the crotch, exposing her
puffy little girl cunt lips.  He pulled her on top of him again and lined his
cock up with her cunt, right through the torn panties.

"P.Please rape my fostercunt Daddy" she cried.

Ed chuckled as he though about how fucked up in the head she must be at this
point.  She was calling him Daddy and begging for him to rape her.  He was
certainly willing to oblige.  He grabbed her child hips and pulled her down
onto his cock.  She yelped... he had entered her much quicker this time.  But
she wasn't a virgin anymore and this time his cock slid in easy.  She was even
wet.

As he fucked her preteen pussy Ed could feel the big pink butt plug deep
inside her ass.  It made her cunt feel even tighter as it pressed against his
cock through her body.  She could feel it too.  It almost felt good, Ed's huge
cock stretching her and filling her so much more than her fat fingers could.
She moaned loudly.

"Oh dadddeee!" she cried out.

Ed started to fuck her harder, faster, and he could tell she was having
another orgasm.  He felt her cunt spasm and clamp down on his cock, and her
butt clench on the buttplug again and again.  He pinched her nipples and she
screamed and wailed and kept cumming.

She felt Ed's cock stiffen inside her and start to spray.  The thought of
getting pregnant crossed her mind again but it was too late.  Ed's cum gushed
deep inside of her cunt.  He moaned and pulled her tight onto him.

"Nice fuck babycunt.  Now clean me off."

"*gasp* ohh *gasp* yes daddy!" she replied breathlessly.

She quickly got on her hands and knees and cleaned off his cock with her
mouth.  She could feel a bit of her cum dripping out of his cock but most
stayed inside her tight twat.  She licked all the way down to his balls and
back and then looked up at him, finished.

"Did you like that, Emily?" he asked.

"Y.yes Daddy, I really like it when you rape my f.f.fostercunt" she giggled.

"What about when I rape your fat butt hole, whore?" he spat on her face.

"No, please Ed, I don't like that it hurts and then you put it in my mouth!"

By the end of the sentence she realized what she had done.  He looked very
angry.

"DADDY!! I MEAN DADDY!!! and I love it in my butt, DADDY *sob* please rape my
butt DADDY!" she tried to make up for it but he was clearly way to angry.

He grabbed her by her neck, choking her tightly, and bent her over the bed.
She couldn't see, her face pushed into the bed.  He let go of her and went to
the cabinet and came back with a cane. He yanked her ripped panties down.
He swung the cane, hitting her fat ass.

*SMACK* Her butt flesh rippled as he hit her with the cane.  A red angry welt,
almost bleeding, formed.  *SMACK* *SMACK* She began to cry into the bed,
wailing and crying.

"I'm sorry daddy!  I'm so sorry daddy!  please rape my butt!" she kept asking
hoping he would forgive her.

Soon her ass was bloody and welted from the cane.  She was no longer screaming
but whimpering pitifully like an injured dog.  His cock was rock hard again.
He grabbed her by her hair and lifted her up, spat on her tits, and took out
tweezer style nipple clamps.  She was saying something again, but he couldn't
even understand her, she was sobbing so hard.

"I hope you're learning a valuable lesson about our relationship, Emily," he
said and applied the nipple clamps.

He didn't understand her answer again.  But clearly she was learning her
lesson.  He pulled on the nipple clamps until her nipples were stretched out
and she was screaming.  He shoved her forward, bent over the edge of the bed.

"Beg like you did before" he commanded.

"Please rape my butt daddy, I'm so sorry!" she cried.

He spanked her ass with his hand.  "I want to hear you beg to have your fat
butt hole raped.  And I want to hear you tell me why you deserved to be hurt."

"Please rape my fat butt hole, Daddy.  I deserve to be hurt because i was a
bad fostercunt and i didn't call you Daddy." she sobbed.

He pulled the butt plug out with a "pop" and shoved his cock in.  Even
stretched from the plug she was still very tight, and she winced and cried as
he back to fuck her ass hard, deep dicking her butt.  Every time his body
slammed forward, his cock inside her, his body hit her bruised, welted, caned
ass.

She sobbed and whimpered.  As she moved on the bed her nipple clamps pulled on
her tender developing nipples.  She cried harder.  She had definitely learned
her lesson.  At least he wasn't caning her anymore.  As she sobbed and groaned
her ass gripped his cock and spasmed around it.  Ed was rock hard, and by this
point he had cum so many times he had plenty left in him.

He grabbed her ponytails and yanked her up as he slid the pink assplug back
inside.  "Come with me, messy bitch."

She wasn't quite sure what he meant by that yet, but she was forced to follow
as he dragged her.  She was still wearing the awkward high heels, stockings,
and her ripped panties bunched around her thighs.  He tossed her into the
mirror room, and closed the door behind them.

"Get in the corner by the drain!" he yelled.

She hurried to the corner, standing there facing into the corner.  She was
forced to watch herself in the mirrors.  She could see cum ooze on her legs
from her cunt.  Her ass was deep red and welted, with bits where the cane had
actually broken the skin and there were drops of blood.  She cried, and was
forced to watch herself cry in the mirror.  She could see the pink butt plug,
and feel it deep inside her well fucked asshole.

He grabbed her and spun her around to face him, and made her kneel down.  She
could see herself in the mirrors left and right.  Her head was backed up
against the wall.

"Open your hungry mouth, you fat bitch" he spat on her face.

She sobbed and opened her mouth and his cock slid in.   He held her hair
like handles and began to face fuck her much harder than he had before.  Her
eyes looked up at him, going wide with fear.  Emily felt his cock tickle the
end of her throat.  Her stomach grumbled, uncomfortably full of McDonald's
food.  Tears ran down her cheeks.

Ed yanked his cock out and slapped her face with it.  Emily hacked and
coughed, feeling the unhealthy food rise up in her throat, nearly puking.  He
began to beat her growing titties with his hands, making them red and sore.
Then he grabbed her hair again.

"Open up, piggie.  Time to lose your lunch."

She sobbed, knowing she would certainly puke if he wanted her to.  He pushed
her against the wall as she opened her mouth.  She wasn't upright now but
diagonal.  Ed's big hard cock slid into her slippery slobbery mouth again.
She could feel his strong hands on the back of her head as his cock once again
tickled the back of her throat.

Emily looked up at him pleading for mercy with her wide eyes.  His huge cock
gagged and choked her.  Suddenly she felt her supersize meal coming up.  Her
eyes welled up more tears.  He didn't even take his cock out, just pulled it
back a bit as vomit spewed from her mouth around his dick and dripped down her
chin all over her chest.

"Fat ugly disobedient bitch!" he spat on her face.

He didn't stop.  He shoved his cock right back down her throat.  With the
smell of the puke and the humiliation it wasn't long before she vomited again,
crying violently as the rest of her hamburger, fries, and coke sprayed out
all over her chest.  It dripped down, soaking the ripped white panties she was
still wearing and onto her white stockinged legs.

"I give you a treat and you lose it, stupid little girl!" he spat on her face
again.  She was a mess of puke, spit, and tears.

Soon there was nothing left for her to lose and she just let out burps and
retched as he continued to fuck her throat.  He pulled out and she gasped for
air, hoping it was over.

"Get on your hands and knees.  Daddy is going to finish in your fat butt."

She sobbed again, but rolled over onto her knees.  She was kneeling in her own
puke, forced to look at her puke and tear stained face in the mirror.  He
pulled the butt plug out with a "pop" and stuck his puke covered cock right
in.  The stomach acid lubricating his cock made her tender ass burn.  She
cried as he began to fuck her harder than he ever had before.

The smell and humiliation made her nauseous and she tried to vomit again but
there was nothing left and she just retched and burped.  It wasn't long before
Ed grunted, slapped her ass, and groaned.  She could feel his cum spraying
inside her ass.  She let out a whimper.

"What do you say, sweety?" Ed smiled.

She looked back at him.  "I'm soo sorry Daddy i was such a bad girl" she
whimped.

He slapped her ass HARD leaving a red handprint, and she yelped.  "You say:
Thank you Daddy for raping my throat and ass."

She sobbed.  "Th.thank you Daddy for r.raping my throat and ass."

He smiled.  "Good girl.  I'll be back later with the hose so you can get
cleaned off."

He left.  Emily curled up into a ball, covered in puke and cum leaking out her
tender ass.  She would not make that mistake again.





It was many hours before Ed returned.  He pushed the TV cart into the room.
He also had the sprayer hose.  He turned on the TV and it began to play a loop
of her earlier punishment in the mirror room, editted by Ed to feature her
anguish from all angles.  He kept the sound down at first.

"Get in the corner.  I'm going to clean you off, you dirty puke bitch" he
said.  She obeyed.

He began to spray her down with the cold water.  She shivered.  But at least
he was cleaning the mess off of her and the floor.  It washed down the drain.

"Now you know what happens if you disobey, huh piggy?" he asked.

"Y.yes Daddy.  I won't do it again" she shivered.

He continued to hose her down.  "If you behave for two days in here I will let
you sleep in the bedroom and use the normal bathroom, understand?"

Thankfully the room no longer smelled like puke, with vent fans and the last
of it running down the drain.  But she cried a bit as she heard she would be
spending two more days in the mirror room.

"Thank you Daddy" she whimpered.  He smiled.  She was really turning into a
fucktoy.

Once she was clean he turned up the volume on the TV and left.  Emily was at
least clean, but she was forced to watch and listen to herself get raped
and humiliated over and over again until the morning.  She sobbed quietly
through the night, continuing to learn her lesson.





By morning Emily was really hungry.  She'd hardly gotten to digest the
McDonald's food at all, and it was all he'd given her.  She was shocked when
he walked in and turned off the TV.  He was carrying a plate of two eggs,
bacon, and toast.  He smiled at her and placed the plate on the cart.  She
could smell it.

"How are you this morning, my sweet piggy?" Ed asked, sounding friendly again.

Emily could smell the breakfast.  Her empty stomach growled.  "I hurt, Daddy."

"You deserve it though, don't you?"

She nodded.  Ed dragged out his chair again.  Emily knew what he wanted, and
she came to his feet, kneeling in front of him with her mouth open.  She hoped
maybe if she was real good he would let her leave the mirror room early.

Ed chuckled.  "Hoping to get back on my good side, huh?"

She blushed, and began to suck his cock into her wet mouth.  He smiled.  He
wasn't going to let her out early but he certainly wasn't going to tell her
that.  She worked his cock like a pro, slobbering and going as deep as she
could without choking.

"Very nice job, Emily.  You are learning quickly."

She didn't stop but did look up at him and smiled a bit around his cock.  Her
head bobbed up and down making squishy sounds as she sucked.  She was really
hungry and she knew if she was going to get the breakfast she would have to
make him squirt in her mouth first.  She began to use her hands, too.

"You want to make me cum quick so that you can eat, huh piggy?" he chuckled.

She blushed bright pink.  She pulled her mouth off of his cock and licked the
tip.  "Yes Daddy" she said, looking up at him.

She could feel his cock was rock hard.  He was almost reading to cum.  She
slid her warm mouth back down his cock and started sucking and using her hands
on his cock.  Ed groaned.

She slid her slippery hands up and down his cock followed by her warm, wet
mouth.  She looked up at him, watching in fascination.  Suddenly she felt his
balls tighten and he grunted.  The warm cum sprayed into her mouth.  She
swallowed it, grateful to have anything in her hungry stomach.  He finished
and looked down at her as she smiled up at him and licked her shiny wet lips
off.  Ed smiled.  A dribble of cum ran down her chin.

"Very nice job, Emily" he patted her head again.

"Thank you Daddy" she said.

"Would you like some breakfast?" he asked.  

"Yes please Daddddy!" She looked like a kid in a candy store as he got
the plate and placed it on the ground in front of her.

He watched her in silence as she ate.  She must have been very hungry.  She
finished off, licking the plate clean.  He gave her a bottle of water.

"Emily, one and a half more days of good behavior and you can move to your
bedroom."

She nearly managed to hide her mild disappointment.  "Thank you Daddy."

He patted her head again and took the plate away.  "If you need to pee or
shit, use this bucket." He set it aside.

She blushed at the way he spoke so frankly of her bodily functions, and Emily
knew he would watch her on the camera.  But at least he'd given her a bucket,
and not just told her to use the drain.

Ed said, "I'll see you tonight, my little fostercunt."

"Bye Daddy." she replied.


Ed did not return until that night.  Emily was pretty sure it was Sunday night
at that point.  He used her mouth and ass, fucking them both hard until she
cried.  He came on her face and told her she wasn't allowed to clean it off
and he would hurt her in the morning if he didn't see the dried cum.  He gave
her some cooked hamburger meat in a dog food dish.

He returned on Monday morning, once again with a delicious smelling breakfast.
He made her kneel and inspected her face.  The dried cum was there, and
clearly hadn't been wiped away, but her tears had washed a bit of it down her
face.  He pulled Emily onto his lap and spanked her ass 10 times hard until
her butt was red.  Then he had her kneel and suck him again, cumming on her
face.

"Emily, you've been mostly good.  And your two days will be up tonight.  So if
I am pleased when I inspect your face again tonight you will be permitted to
go back to the bedroom, understand?" he said.

"Oh, yes, thank you Daddy!" Emily said excitedly.

It had taken just one weekend of abuse to bring poor Emily to the state where
she was excited about being abused in the bedroom instead of the mirror room.

"Now, tell me, are you a fat piggie who wants breakfast with bacon?" Ed
chuckled.

Emily blushed and got a tear in her eye.  But she repeated: "Yes, Daddy, i'm a
fat piggie and i want breakfast with bacon please Daddy?"

He lay the plate down on the floor for her and slapped her ass playfully as
she dropped to her hands and knees to eat like an animal.  She ate hungrily.
Ed left.

Since it was Monday, he had to go in to work at the school.  Everyone was
talking about how "that troubled foster girl" Emily had run away after a fight
with her foster parents.  Predictably, several rumors had started, and
apparently somebody had told the police they'd seen her at the bus station
boarding a bus to California.  They didn't think she'd ever be found.

It was dinnertime when Ed returned.  He picked up a pizza on his way home and
put it in Emily's bedroom on the table.  Then he set out an outfit for her:
black thigh highs, and the black thong he got from Victoria's Secret.

She was sitting cross-legged near the door when he came in.  "Hi Daddy!" she
said.

"Hello my slut" Ed replied.

He inspected her face, and was generally pleased.  Since he hadn't been rough
in the morning she hadn't cried and the cum was dried all over her face.  He
grabbed her jaw and she opened her mouth a bit and he spat on her face.  She
looked scared and taken aback - had she done something wrong? was she going to
be hurt again?

"Not bad for a fat whore.  I'm pleased.  Come, lets go to the bathroom" he
said.

She sighed with relief, and followed him into the brightly lit bathroom.

"Do you have to use the toilet, Emily?" he asked.

She blushed, embarrased.  He was probably going to make her use it in front of
him again.  But she did have to poop, having resisted using the bucket, and
she didn't know when she was going to have to go again.  Plus maybe he was
going to put his thing in her butt and mouth again.

She responded shyly, "Yes Daddy," and sat down on the toilet.

He watched her as she shat and peed in the toilet and then started the shower.

"I want you to clean your body really good again, OK slut?  Make sure you clean
up inside your butthole with your finger" he said.

She was once again humiliated by the blunt way he talked about her.  But she
was beginning to accept it and and at least he wasn't hurting her.  While she
was cleaning herself he gathered a magnifying glass and a pair of tweezers.

"When you're done come one out and dry off for your inspection sweety" Ed said
through the shower curtain.

Emily's face once again burned with humiliation.  She was going to be
inspected like meat.  She carefully probed her butthole with her soapy fingers
while wincing.  It was still very sore from the rough fuck she'd received last
night.  Soon she was done, cleaned head to toe, and turned off the water and
stepped out.  He was waiting, watching, as she dried off.

"Lets take a look for any new cunt hairs first" Ed said, matter of factly.
"Stand in front of my, legs spread."

He used the magnifying lens to look for any new hairs.  He found a few
starting, and plucked them with the tweezers.  She winced and yelped as he
pulled them out of her sensitive area.

"Four hairs, Emily, will mean four strokes of the cane later" he remarked.

"Daddy! I'm sorry, I can't help them growing!" she whined.

"Doubled to eight strokes for whining, child." she gulped and kept quiet.
"Now turn around and bend over so I can inspect your butt hole."

Emily burned from humiliation but turned around and bent all the way over,
fearful of the consequences if she didn't obey.

"Reach back and spread your fat ass cheeks for me, slut.  You're so fat I
can't see your hole" he growled.

Emily cried a bit but reached back and spread her chubby buttcheeks apart.  Ed
inspected her hole.  It was nice and clean.  He sniffed near her area and she
smelled nice and clean, like soap and not like ass.  He probed slightly with
his dry finger, running it around her rosebud.  She whimpered a bit.  She was
clearly still quite sore from repeated ass fucking.

"Very nice, girl.  Stand up.  Lets go get some dinner, huh?  You like pizza?"
Ed said.

Emily gasped.  "Oh, thank you Daddy!"

He led her into the bedroom where the outfit was on the bed.  The room smelled
like pizza.  She started towards the pizza box buck naked before Ed called out
at her, bringing her attention back to the bed.

"Hey, you stupid fat whore!  Get back here and get dressed!" he shouted.

"Yes Daddy!" she said sheepishly turning back to the bed.

"Eight more strokes of the cane for being an impatient brat" he declared.

Emily was quickly pulling on the stockings.  He'd have to check them later for
rips.  She blushed as she picked up the panties and realized how tiny they
were.  Finally she slipped on the clear slutty heels, completing her outfit.
The collar still encircled her neck, locked in place, and Ed gave her hairties
and a comb to put her hair back in pigtails.

"Now can I eat Daddy?" she asked.

He looked upset again.  She wasn't quite sure why.  "Where are your manners,
whore!?" he barked.

"PLEASE PLEASE DADDY!! Please may I eat now, Daddy?!" she was near tears,
terrified he would send her back to the mirror room and hurt her and pee on
her and not give her any food.

"Yes, cunt.  But you're up to 20 strokes of the cane now" he instructed.

"Thank you Daddy!" she meekly replied.

She actually looked happy to hear this, wincing a bit unconciously at the
mention of the cane.  But she headed to the table, sat down, and started to
eat the pizza hungrily.  He stood across from her, watching her eat.

"At your school today, everyone thinks you ran away to California" he
chuckled.

She just kept eating, hungry, looking a bit surprised.

He continued, "The ones who knew who you were, anyway.  I guess you didn't
really have any friends, huh fostercunt?"

Chewing.  Nodding.  A bit of a tear in the corner of her eyes.

"Well, good thing no one cares.  You don't really need any friends other than
Daddy in your new life, right slutbutt?"

She reached for a fourth piece of pizza.  She nodded again.  She was fully
crying now though.  The worst thing was she wasn't sure if this life as Ed's
playtoy was really worse than what she'd had before.  At least he paid
attention to her.  She finished her fourth piece of pizza and grabbed a fifth.
Grease from the pizza dribbled on her chin.

"That is enough, girl.  Wipe your mouth.  Daddy doesn't want grease on his
slutface.  Last slice, you don't want to get any fatter, do you?" he asked.

She finished, and wiped her mouth with a paper towel.  "Thank you Daddy" she
said.

"Stand up, come over here" he said.

There was a dresser with a mirror in the bedroom.  He beckoned her to it.  He
was naked, as he had been for several days, whenever she saw him.  His cock
was semi-soft, but still huge.  He opened a box on top of the dressed and took
out makeup: black eyeliner, rouge, red lipstick, mascara, and red nailpolish.

"I'm going to clean up the pizza box.  When I come back, I want you wearing
makeup.  You'd better stop crying like a whiny little bitch, too, because if
it is smeared you'll be punished.  I also want the nailpolish on your toes and
fingernails.  Understand?" he asked.

"Yes, Daddy" she sniffled, holding back her tears.

He took the pizza box and trash and left, locking the door.





He returned about twenty minutes later.  She was sitting on the edge of the
bed, her makeup applied and nails done.  She clearly wasn't an expert on
makeup and her lipstick and eyeshadow were poorly done.  Oh well.

Ed had done a few lines of coke while she applied her makeup.  He walked up to
her and stood above her, looking down at her as she looked up with wide eyes.
She looked cute.

"You look like a fucking fat whore, why is that?" he asked.

She stuttered, shocked at his blunt rude comment.  "Because you asked me to
wear the makeup?" she stammered, not sure if it was the right answer.

He slapped her face and spat on her.  "Wrong.  You've earned five more strokes
of the cane.  Try again."

She began to cry.  "Because... because I am a f.fucking f.fat w.whore, Daddy?"

He grinned down at her at as her tears smeared her eye makeup.  She looked
down, ashamed.  His cock was rock hard.  He spit on her face again.

"Spit on your hands to get them wet and play with my cock, whore" he growled.

She spit on her hands and started to jack his cock, her hands nice and
slippery.

"Why am i a fat whore, Daddy?" she asked, looking up at him with her cute
tear-stained face.

He chuckled again.  "Because I'm the only person who ever wanted you, and I
want to use you as a whore.  And because you're fat" he said.

She cried harder, because she knew it was true.  He reached down and began to
roughly pinch and knead her chubby budding 12 year old titties.  She moaned
softly and whimpered as he played with her.  It almost felt good, even though
he was being rough.

"How old are you again, Emily?" Ed asked, even though he knew the answer.

"Twelve and a half, Daddy" she replied as she slowly slid her slippery hands
over his cock.

"Want some coke, fostercunt?" he asked.

At first Emily thought he meant the drink, but quickly realized as he took a
small baggie from the drawer and laid it out in two lines on the table.  She
wanted it.  On Friday he'd given her her first taste and as soon as she saw it
she craved the feeling again.

"Yes, please, Daddy!" she cried out.

He led her over to the table, keeping her hand on his cock, and as she bent
over to do the line he molested her twat through her thong panties.  By the
time she'd done the second line she was high and her cunt was getting moist.
He ran his hand across her ass and she shivered.  She still had painful welts
from when he'd caned her on Saturday night, but they were slowly fading.

Ed led her back to the bed and sat down on the edge, pushing her to her knees
in front of him.  "Suck on my cock sweety."

"OK Daddy!" she sucked his cock into her mouth.  She looked so slutty and
sexy, her red lipsticked lips stretched wide around his adult cock.

"So, twenty-five strokes of the cane for you tonight, huh?" he said, looking
down at her.

She looked up, eyes wide, afraid.  She kept sucking but nodded, reserved.

"You know you deserve it, don't you?" he pulled her off of his cock to answer
this time.

"Yes Daddy i deserve the cane" she whimpered.

"Do you want Daddy to rape your fostercunt afterwards?" he smiled.

She spoke quietly looking up at him.  "Yes please Daddy rape my fostercunt."
She sucked his cock right back in between her slutty red lips.

He let her suck for a few more minutes.  Then, he abruptly said, "Emily,
go to the dresser and bring me the things in the top drawer."

She pulled her mouth off of his cock.  "Yes Daddy" she said, nervously.  A
line of drool trailed from her red lips to his cock, dripping down onto her
chin and onto her bare preteen chubby tits.

She walked awkwardly on her slutty heels to the dresser.  In the top drawer
was the rattan cane, a pink ballgag, a piece of rope, and a pair of tweezer
style nipple clamps.  She took them and brought them back to Ed.

Ed placed the items on the bed and stood up.  "Tell me what you are, sweety."

"I'm a... I'm a... fat whore, Daddy" she whimpered.

He smiled, and slipped the ballgag into her mouth, stretching her lipstick
lips wide around the ball.  He buckled it tight.  Next he took the rope and
tied her arms behind her back.  Finally he attached the clamps to her tender
budding nipples.  She winced, and began to cry softly into her gag.  Her
makeup smeared down her face.

"Stand, feet apart, time for your beating" Ed said.  He yanked her panties
down, where they dropped to the floor.

She shifted her feet apart, standing, nervous.  He picked up the cane.
"Twenty five strokes tonight, Emily, you have been a bad girl."

He swung the cane.  It struck her ass, leaving a fresh red welt as it rippled
through her chubby flesh.  She screamed into the gag, then whimpered.  He
struck again and again, moving up and down her ass, leaving stripes.  He
continued quickly for ten strokes, then stopped.

Ed walked around to her front.  "I hope you are learning a valuable lesson,
Emily."

She was crying hard, sobbing into the pink ballgag.  Her lipstick smeared on
the gag, drool dripping out around her lips onto her chest and dripping down
to her bare preteen cunt.  He yanked on the nipple clamp chain, and she
whimpered into the gag.

"Fifteen more strokes to go, cuntfuck."

He moved back behind her.  He could hear her whimpering and sobbing.  He
raised the cane and she trembled.  He began to strike her again, reinforcing
the stripes on her already marked ass.  By the time he had done ten more
strokes she was wailing and sobbing loudly into the gag.  She was having
difficulty standing.  He exchanged the cane for a short, thin, carbon fiber
cane/whip.

He walked around to her front.  "It hurts, doesn't it?" he said.

She nodded, crying.

"I'm going to give you an option."  He held up the little whippy cane.  "Do
you want me to give you the last five strokes on your titties with this,
instead?"

She thought for a little while, then nodded slowly.

He smiled.  "I'll even take the nipple clamps off, but I'll have to give you
an extra stroke for that."  He reached down and removed the clamps.

Emily moaned as Ed removed the clamps.  To her shock she was getting wet in
her cunt from the stimulation on her nipples.  Ed aimed the whippy carbon
fiber stick horizontally across her tit just below her nipple and pulled
it back, then released it.  She screamed into the gag.  A thin red welt
appeared below her nipple.  He did the same on her other tit.

Ed was rock hard.  As she sobbed he added two more welt lines to each tit,
forming the shape of a triangle around each nipple.  He reached between her
legs and probed her tight twat, feeling how she had become wet.

"Looks like my little fostercunt wants a fucking!" he chuckled.

She whimpered into the gag as he teased her little clit.  Ed slipped his
finger up inside, probing her tight hole.  She moaned into the gag.  Drool
dribbled down her front.  He reached back and untied her hands.

"You're drooling all over yourself, babycunt.  Why don't you get your hands
wet with it and then play with Daddy's cock?" he said.

Emily rubbed her hands all over her drool covered front and brought them both
down to play with Ed's cock.  He flicked her clit and she nearly came,
shuddering, almost falling over.  He laughed at her.

"You want Daddy to rape you, don't you?" he taunted.

She nodded, eyes wide and pleading with him.  Emily was turning into quite the
fat little slut.  She slowly jacked his cock with her slippery wet hands.  Ed
could smell her cunt juices.

Ed sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her onto his lap, facing him.  His
cock touched her cuntlips.  She moaned into her gag.  He pulled her closer and
ran his fingers over the welts on her chubby tits.  She shivered, whimpering
into the gag.  Emily was pushing against him, wanting his rapist cock.

Emily cried out as he pulled her down onto his big stiff cock.
"Mmmhpphaaaaahhh!" she moaned into the gag.

"Nice tight fostercunt, whore!" Ed spat on her welted tits and began bouncing
her fat little body on his cock.

Ed looked down.  His big adult cock stretched her tight twelve year old
pussy.  He reached up with his hand and pinched her nipples.  Emily's
cunt gripped his cock as she moaned into her gag.

"Yeah!! Fucking fat bitch, you are such a slut!" he shouted at her face.

Tears streamed down Emily's face as she struggled with the conflict of
his rude comments and the pleasure of cock.

"You love being abused, don't you?  Treated like meat?" he growled as he
fucked her.

Emily sobbed, whimpering into the gag... nodding.  She knew her place in
life.  She was a toy for men to use.  Ed reached his hands up and wrapped
them around her neck.  Her eyes went wide as he gripped her neck hard, using
his hands to shove her whole body up and down on his cock.  Her face began
to turn red, her eyes wide, as he choked her.

Emily began to cum, her immature pussy squeezing Ed's cock.  She desparately
gasped for air as Ed's hands held tight around her throat.  Her face was red
and covered in tears.  Drool dripped from the ballgag in her mouth, past her
red lipsticked lips.  She looked like such a whore.

Her body continued to spasm as she came, squeezing Ed's cock.  Her throat
gurgled.   His cock began to spurt into her twat.  She could feel it splashing
inside.

"Yeah, good girl, cum for Daddy!  Milk Daddy's cock dry!"

Ed slowly released his grip as he stopped cumming.  Her face was bright red.
She snorted air through her noise, terrified for her life, coming down from
her powerful orgasm.  He unbuckled her gag and spat on her mouth and face as
he removed the gag.  His cock slowly shrunk inside her wet spermy pussy.

"What do you say toy?" he smiled at her.

She gasped for air as she replied "T.thank you D.daddy," her chubby body
still shaking.

"Lie on your back on the bed, slut" he commanded.

She gingerly lifted herself off of his cock and obediantly laid down on her
back.  Her legs were slightly spread, and a dribble of cum dripped from her
fresh fucked red bare cunt.  She looked at Ed.  He stared at her pretty
preteen twat.

"Put your fingers in your pussy, Emily.  Scoop up Daddy's cum and eat it."
She looked at him surprised, eyes wide. "You don't want to have Daddy's baby
now do you, princess?" he smiled.

"N.no Daddy!" she answered quickly.

Emily quickly dipped her fingers into her young pussy, her legs spread wider
now.  Ed stared, his cock slowly hardening again as she scooped his cum up and
brought it to her mouth.  Emily looked back into his eyes as she licked her
fingers clean.

"You are such a cute slut, Emily."

"T.thank you Daddy" she replied.

"Use your other hand on Daddy's hard cock, sweetie."

She smiled at him, happy that he was treating her nice.  She continued to
scoop out his cum until she was done as her other hand jerked his cock.  It
was once again rock hard.

"Good little girl" he said, and she giggled softly.  "Now come here and use
your hands and mouth."

She rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled to him as he sat back.  She
leaned on his elbows and began to take Ed's cock into her mouth, with her
hands on the base of his shaft and balls.  She sucked aggressively, one hand
cupping his balls, her mouth making wet slurping sounds.  Emily looked up at
Ed.

"Make Daddy cum Emily.  Daddy wants to cum in your slut mouth."  He smiled
down at her.

Emily began to suck furiously, trying to make him cum quickly.  She wanted his
cum, she liked the way she felt when she made him happy and then he was nice
to her.  Her hands cupped his balls as she nearly gagged herself on his cock,
always looking up.  She began to use one hand on his balls and the other
stroking the bottom of his shaft as she sucked on the top half.

It did not take much of her hard sucking to make Ed ready.  He began to groan.
"Keep it in your mouth cumbucket, don't swallow yet."

She looked up at him as he began to spray cum into her mouth.  It wasn't as
much as when he'd fucked her previously, but it was plenty.  She struggled to
keep it in her mouth without swallowing.  He groaned and gripped her hair hard
as he came inside her wet, warm mouth.

"Good girl.  Open up and show Daddy."

She blushed and opened her mouth, showing him his cum inside.  Ed shook off
his cock, the last few drips landing in her mouth and on her lips.  She looked
up at him.

"Good little girl.  Swallow it."

She closed her mouth and swallowed it all then licked her lips.  "Th.thank you
Daddy" she replied, blushing.

He grinned.  "Because you're such a good girl, you can sleep in here with
Daddy, Emily" he said.

"Oohh, thank you Daddy!" she gushed.

It had been only a few days since her kidnap and initial rape and she was
already happy that she would get to sleep with the man who raped and hurt her.
Her training was definitely proceeding nicely.



(Next up... many months later at age 13 Emily has her first fuck with another
man, more rough treatment, etc... send me your feedback and ideas!
slut_molly@yahoo.com)



      
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