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Alana's Virginity
by Nikodas (gamergeek555@gmail.com)

***

A preteen girl's virginity is sold to a lewd 
photographer who makes a deal with her father. (Mg, 
pre-teen, ped, nc, rp, 1st, voy)

***

"Go over to that pole and straddle it," is the order 
he gives her.  With an ever so slight sigh, she moves 
to the stripper pole. She is wearing a nearly shear, 
and extremely tight fitting, crop-topped shirt, that 
did very little to hide her small nipples, and only 
extended an inch or so below her small breasts. She 
has on a pair of cut-off denim shorts, that are 
probably a size or two too small for her. Her 
accessories consist of a straw, cow-girl hat and 
sandals. She isn't allowed to wear anything more, and 
she is only twelve years old.

This wasn't the first time she'd done this, or 
something similar anyway. She'd been at it for about 
two years now, ever since her dad had discovered he 
could use these lewd photos as a means to get money 
out of her, and her dad was always looking for "easy" 
money. Easy for him anyway...

This photographer's name is Paul. He is about the same 
age as her dad, with a thinning hairline, and a 
goatee. His hair and goatee are tinged with grey, 
though he really couldn't have been past his 40s. This 
man was bossy, more bossy then other photographers 
she'd posed for, and he looked at her with a desire in 
his eyes she'd not seen before.

He has her get into an uncomfortable pose. Her butt 
resting on her heels, and her knees straddling his 
stripper pole. He has her reach out with her right 
hand and grasp the pole, turn slightly towards him, 
revealing her nipples and tits to the camera. He 
allows her to put her left hand on the ground behind 
her for support. The cowgirl hat on her head makes 
keeping an eye on the camera hard, but she is good at 
following orders.

"Good," he said after a few shots. "Now, I want you to 
unbutton your shorts and fold the top over. Show the 
men jacking off to you that you're not wearing any 
panties." She scowls at him, but sits up, unbuttons 
her shorts, folds them down, and gets back into pose. 
"Nice, nice," he said as he starts taking shots again. 
He mutters to himself as he moves around her, but she 
catches a few words. "Slut," and others that more 
annoys her than anything.

"Now stay there, just like that. I need to talk to 
your dad," was the next set of instructions.  Her dad, 
a large, pot-bellied man whom she'd always feared, was 
sitting in the back of the room. He always sits in and 
watches these little shows, making sure she wasn't 
hurt. Not really out of any love, she didn't think, 
but more so his source of money wasn't damaged. That's 
all she was to him, and she knew it, a source of easy 
money.

The photographer walks back to her dad. She could tell 
by the look in her dad's eyes the conversation was 
about money. As they were talking she notices her arms 
getting tired, and her legs cramping. She wants to 
move, but knows better than to disobey an order. After 
a couple minutes though, she dares to stretch out her 
legs, left first, then right, to relax the cramped 
muscles. The conversation between photographer and dad 
lasts for a bit longer. No doubt they were haggling 
over every penny, her dad was like that.

Finally though there were nods and handshakes. She 
sighs again, wondering what fate has in store for her 
next. Then, to her surprise and shock, her dad gets up 
and walks out of the room. He doesn't even so much as 
look back at her. She starts to sit up, to see where 
he was going, but Paul steps into her gaze. "Well, 
little bitch, you're mine," he said. She looks up at 
him in shock, and is frightened by the look in his 
eyes.

"You're dad tells me you're a virgin," and he laughs a 
cruel little laugh. "How he managed to keep that 
intact after two years of doing this, I'll never 
know." He walks over to her and kneels down in front 
of her. Eyeing her from head to toe with undisguised 
lust, a treatment she wasn't really used to. After a 
moment he reaches a hand out to her and caresses her 
cheek. She pulls back slightly from him, but manages 
to hold her pose.

With a laugh he reaches down to her chest and grabs 
her right tit. This surprises her, and in shock she 
losing her poise and falls onto her back. He just 
laughs and remains where he was. "Get up, bitch," he 
orders in a harsh tone. "Get up and get back on that 
pole."

She does, as she doesn't know what else to do. She 
puts herself back into that uncomfortable position and 
looks up at Paul with a new respect, born out of fear. 
"Good, good little bitch," he says to her softly. 
"Don't pull away this time, slut," and with those 
words he, again, starts pawing at her face, neck and 
her tits. He grabs a handful of tit, she doesn't 
really have that much more than a handful, and 
squeezes. 

Harder and harder he squeezes until his knuckles are 
white, and she cries out in pain. "Yes, yes, that's 
it. Let it all out, slut," he says with closed eyes. 
"You are mine for the evening, and it's time you learn 
what that means." He gets up from in front of her, 
released her tit in the process, and moves into his 
living room. He looks around for a moment, as she is 
rubbing her now-sore breast. He settles on the couch 
and lounges on it, facing her.

"Get over here, you slut," was the next order. She 
scowls at being called a slut, but she's thankful that 
she no longer has to hold this pose. She gets up, 
stretches out her sore muscles, and looks at him. With 
a sigh she makes her way across the room to stand next 
to the couch where he can easily see her. "Good," he 
says with a smirk, "you know how to follow orders." He 
motions her around to the side of the couch and 
orders, "Stand here."

She walks over and stands where he told her to. Now in 
range of his hands, he starts pawing at her legs, 
"Very nice," he mutters to himself. When his hands 
reach the edge of her shorts, however, he grabs the 
bottom and rips them off of her. She yelps, but finds 
the shorts are down to her ankles before she can grab 
them.

"Step out of them, bitch," he orders her. With another 
sigh she finally understands what the conversation 
this perverted man had with her dad. She'd always 
hoped to give her virginity to her knight. To the man 
who got her away from her dad, to her rescuer, but, as 
she thinks on it, she should have expected this.

Knowing she has no choice, and knowing that this man 
might turn violent if she disobeys, she steps out of 
her shorts, and her sandals, and allows Paul to toss 
them over the back of the couch. Alana stands before 
this man, nude from the waist down, and trembling in 
fear. Paul turns and resumes his pawing. Starting at 
the back of her kneels, he traces his hands up to her 
hips, then reaches behind and grabs her ass cheeks, 
squeezing almost painfully. With his thumbs, however, 
he works his way to her pussy.

He runs his thumbs up and down her slit, and comments 
to himself about the smoothness of her skin, and her 
lack of bush. He explores her most private spot and 
eventually, using only his thumbs, he parts the outer 
lips and looks at the pink inside. Finally he looks up 
to her face and asks, "Are you really a virgin, girl?"

She nods, "Yes, sir," she replies automatically.

"Have a boy ever seen you naked?"

"My dad, a few times, after photo shoots. He'll have 
me take all my clothing off and look me over to make 
sure the photographers didn't leave any marks."

"Yeah, I'm sure that's the only reason. Well," Paul 
pauses for a moment then sits back. "Lucky me," he 
says. He looks up at this trembling, dark skinned 
girl. "You don't look quite American, girl. Where are 
you from?"

Alana rolls her eyes and sighs. "I'm told I like a lot 
like my great-grandmother. She was from some island 
out in the pacific ocean, somewhere. Can we get on 
with this, please? I know what you want and I really 
don't want to be here all day."

Paul sits up and becomes angry. "Your dad just sold 
you to me, so don't get snippy, bitch. We'll move 
along at my pace, and if you speak out of turn 
again... I'll hurt you."

She places a hand on her hip and looks down at him, 
"And upset my dad? I doubt it... you're just as scared 
of him as I am and..."

Paul reaches up and grabs her right nipple. He pinches 
and twists hard, until Alana falls to her kneels and 
cries out, then he twist even harder. The little 
twelve year old desperately grabs at Paul's hands, 
begging him to stop between screams. When he releases 
her he also shoves her back, causing her to fall onto 
the floor.

"Now that I have your attention, bitch, understand 
that your dad told me I could do anything to you. 
Anything that wouldn't leave a mark, that would ruin 
your picture quality," he says with a sneer. "There 
are so many ways I can hurt you, so many ways I 
will..." he lets his voice trail off.

"Now, since you're in such a rush, get your ass up 
here," he orders the crying girl.

Alana slowly picks herself up, grabbing the couch for 
support. Paul, however, gets impatient and grabs her 
arms, pulling them into his lap. "Hurry and take my 
pants off, bitch," he orders the now-terrified girl.

Too afraid to disobey she fumbles with his pants, 
eventually managing to remove them, though he has to 
help her a bit. Frustrated and annoyed, Paul also 
takes his underwear off as he stands to remove his 
pants. His dick, the first one Alana has seen, stands 
at attention right in front of her. Despite her fear 
her eyes lock onto it, and she watches intently as he 
sits back and she finds it pointing right at her face.

His dick is a large example of a male, ranging in at 
nine inches long, and about two inches thick. Fully 
erect already, and hardly more than Alana can get her 
hand around. She stares at it without moving, and 
again Paul becomes impatient.

"Well, bitch, there it is, now do something with it," 
he orders in a hateful tone.

"But, I don't really know what to do," she timidly 
replies.

"Grab it with your hands, slut, and stick the tip in 
your mouth. Swirl your tongue around the tip, and move 
your hands up and down. It's not hard, you little 
bitch!" As Paul gives these orders, Alana looks at him 
in disgust, and shakes her head no. He reaches out, 
grabs her head, and shoves the girl onto his cock. 
"SUCK IT, BITCH!"

She clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head no. Paul 
keeps one hand on the back of Alana's neck and uses 
the other to grab her nipple again. Again he clamps 
his fingers down and twists. With tears in her eyes 
the girl keeps her mouth shut refusing to submit to 
him. 

"Open your mouth, slut, or I'll rip your tit off!" 
Paul says in anger, and he twists even harder.

Unable to resist any longer the poor girl screams, and 
as soon as her mouth is open Paul pulls on her head 
with both hands. The girl finds her scream muffled by 
a hard cock. She closes her eyes and starts to cry 
again, Paul isn't having it though. He shoves with his 
hips, using his hands to hold her head still. Quickly 
he shoves his dick down the girl's throat, gagging 
her, but he doesn't care. He just keeps shoving, 
cutting off her air supply.

Alana starts to panic, but she is unable to pull away 
from him. Paul starts moving her back and forth on his 
cock, but she doesn't even realize what's happening. 
The edges of her vision start to go dark, and her 
struggles weaken, but still Paul keeps face-fucking 
the twelve year old. Just at the edge of 
unconsciousness, however, Paul releases her and pulls 
back. Alana falls to the ground, gasping for breath.

Her position, on all fours, gives Paul an idea 
however. As the tiny girl is trying to get her breath 
back, and distracted by her near-suffocation, Paul 
slides off the couch and gets behind her. He takes aim 
at her virgin cunt and slowly places his cock at the 
entrance. He slides the tip up and down her slit, and 
it's only then that Alana realizes what's going on, 
but she's too frightened to really fight him. She 
lowers her head to the floor.

"No... no, please don't... please don't," she begs 
over and over. Paul just laughs, finds her hole and, 
with a pop, slides the tip of his dick in. "OH!" she 
exclaims as she feels him enter her.

Paul just chuckles and grabs her hips. "I'm going to 
fuck you now, little slut, and I want to hear you 
scream!" Paul threatens.

"Please don't... please don't," the frightened little 
girl keeps saying, only partially paying attention to 
what Paul is doing. Finally however, Paul shoves 
foreword, his hands holding the tiny girl's hips in 
place. There is no preamble, no foreplay, no care if 
the girl enjoys it or not. Paul shoves into her, 
tearing past her hymen, and not stopping his pressure 
until the tip of his cock is wedged against the girl's 
cervix. Alana screams in pain and terror from the 
moment he starts shoving, and she doesn't stop until 
all the air in her lungs is emptied. 

Paul slaps her ass, "Doesn't that feel good, slut. All 
you preteen sluts want is a good dick," he says with a 
laugh.

The girl just cries, her ass in the air, his dick in 
her pussy, and her head on the ground, shaking her 
head no in answer to his questions. As Paul begins to 
pull back she opens her eyes, idly wondering if he's 
done, but then he shoves back in, even harder than 
before, and she screams again. Paul begins to truly 
fuck the little girl, watching the blood from her lost 
virginity ooze from around his dick. He rocks her on 
his cock, fucking her quick and hard, listening to her 
moans and sobs, thrilled by her pain.

Finally, however, he releases her and gets back on the 
couch. "Get up here and mount me, it's time for you to 
do the work," he orders.

Crying, almost in hysterics, the girl remains on the 
floor shaking her head and trembling. With a sigh Paul 
reaches down and smacks her. "Get up here, now!" he 
orders. Slowly the girl gets up and moves to the 
couch. Still crying, and unable to see, she gropes 
around until she finds his legs. She gets on the couch 
and straddles the legs she found. Paul reaches over 
and guides her into position, lining his cock up with 
the girl's freshly pierced virginity.

"Now impale yourself on my cock, slut," he orders.

Alana nods her agreement, takes a moment, and slams 
herself down. She cries out a moan as she forces his 
member deep into her again. She places her hands on 
his chest for support, but keeps her eyes closed.

"Now, bitch, move your ass. Fuck me!"

She nods, and slowly lifts her hips up, and slides 
back down. Her abused pussy is tender and sore, the 
girl is glad to be in control. She is able to set the 
pace, and the depth, of his penetrations. Not even 
minding then Paul removes her shirt and mauls her tits 
with his rough hands. The pain in her breasts nothing 
to the pain in her cunt.

Paul doesn't let this last long, however. The slow 
pace of her fucking isn't what he wants. "Faster 
slut," he orders her, and again places his hands on 
her hips. Knowing what's coming, Alana opens her eyes 
and looks at her forced lover. He waits for her to be 
at the apex of her rise, then, with all his strength 
he forces the girl down on his dick. Knowing what he 
wants, and wanting this to be over, the little girl 
joins in and forces herself down. The combined 
pressure forces her cervix to relent, and his cockhead 
forces its way directly into her womb. The girl 
screams in pain, but Paul just loves it. Without even 
giving her a chance to relax he raises her back up and 
slams her back down.

Over and over again he continues forcing the preteen 
to fuck herself on his dick. Each time he pulls her 
down she cries out, and each time he loves it even 
more. Slowly his pace quickens as he feels his own 
orgasm building.

Finally bouncing the young girl as fast as he can on 
his dick he orders, "Keep this up girl, or I'll really 
hurt you!" She nods in answer to his order, and he 
seems to accept that.

He moves his hands up her waist and over her breasts. 
Squeezing her tits and using them to push and pull the 
girl as she fucks him. Squeezing her tits harder and 
harder as his orgasm builds, and causing her to cry 
out again, he tries to hold back the inevitable, but 
her pussy is too tight, and her screams too much for 
him. 

He moves his hands up to her shoulders, and pulls the 
girl down with all of his strength. With his cock 
buried deep in the tiny, preteen girl's womb he 
explodes with more force than this rapist has ever 
felt before. Alana feels him swell, and feels the heat 
of his cum as he paints her insides white. The girl 
just cries, her head lowered, her hands on his chest, 
and her eyes closed.

He keeps the pressure on her shoulders, until his 
orgasm completely subsides. Then he very calmly lifts 
the crying girl off his cock and tosses her to the 
floor where she curls into the fetal position to cry. 

"Oh, do pick yourself up," he says, "I'm not done with 
you yet. Go get yourself cleaned up, put on your swim 
suit, and get your ass back out here so we can do this 
again." When she continues to lie on the ground he 
walks over and kneels behind her. "Remember, you're 
mine for the evening, and I intend to use you at every 
opportunity. I'm going to fuck you in every way I can, 
and you can either try to enjoy it, or I can rape you 
each and every time. Now, do as I say..." He gets up 
and walks into the kitchen.

The little, preteen girl knows that he's telling the 
truth. Not only that, but what will her dad do to her 
if this guy doesn't report that she satisfied him in 
every way. Unable to stop her tears, she picks herself 
up from the floor and stumbles to the bathroom. Idly 
wondering why her dad, a man who should be protecting 
her, not selling her to this monster, would allow 
this. She also wonders why none of the neighbors came 
to investigate her screams.

END