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Said the Spider to the Fly
by Christie (csw1980uk@yahoo.co.uk0
***
A young woman makes a very big mistake. (M/f-teen, ped,
reluc, 1st, bd, preg)
***
Author's Note: This is just a fantasy, a work of horror
if you will. It is inspired by other works but it is my
particular version of the nightmare as told by the
person who experienced it.
***
This story takes place in 1996 in a North American city.
Cell phones are not yet popular, computers are not yet
widespread, and a certain innocence still existed in a
country that didn't yet know the true meaning of
terrorism.
***
As 1996 dawned I was fourteen and about the start the
second semester of my freshman year in high school,
which is Grade 9 for you folks in the Commonwealth. My
parents had broken up in a very acrimonious divorce and
where they didn't have much to begin with they had even
less after the legal costs were settled. My father went
his own way and my mother and I settled into an
apartment in downtown Seattle. It wasn't much but it was
what we could afford.
School was interesting for what I was learning but on
the social life side of things it wasn't much fun to be
a young lady without resources when fashions were so
important to my peers. The movie "Clueless" was my main
source of inspiration for what to wear and while I had
the requisite loafers and tall socks the rest of the
wardrobe was a mishmash, a half-formed idea that bridged
the gap between Hollywood and poor white trash.
My version of the 'Rachel' haircut was what the local
hair cut place could approximate in fifteen minutes
(GUARANTEED!) and for seven dollars. It was worth every
penny. There was simply no way I was going to pull off
looking like Alicia Silverstone or Jennifer Aniston
without a major cash infusion. Tall, thin, and poor is
not a way to live life.
So it was a typically rainy January after-school when I
was spoiling myself with a plain coffee at Starbuck's
when an older forty-ish man sat down with me and just
started talking to me.
"Hi, hope you don't mind me sitting here. The place is a
bit crowded."
I looked up from my history book and said, "Yeah, sure.
Whatever." and went right back to studying.
"My name's Victor and if you don't mind me saying, I
think you're very pretty."
"Me?" I snorted with a giggle, "Don't you mean someone
else?"
"No, I mean you. I can see you need some decent clothes
and a makeover but the girl I see before me has a lot of
promise."
No kidding, that was the very first compliment I'd had
in over a year.
"Well, if I ever get the money for the clothes and the
makeover I'll be sure to let you know."
He looked at me critically like he was sizing me up.
"Maybe I can help. I do some photography and if you're
willing to work with me I'd be up to getting you fixed
up top to bottom. I won't pay you for the first shoot
but I will pay for the hair, makeup, and you can keep
the wardrobe after we're done. What do you say?"
It was just too easy and part of me said "RUN!!" and
another part was just too easily tempted.
"What do I do?"
He smiled. "How about we meet here tomorrow morning at
eight and we'll get started?"
It sounded safe enough. We'd meet in a public place
after all.
"Sure!" With that he shook my hand and was gone. Aside
from his name I really didn't know anything about him
but I did know I wanted what he was offering. I went
home that night and didn't tell my mother a thing
because she'd just crap on the idea and demand to meet
Victor and make me look like a child. She'd blow this
for me and it was the first best chance I'd had at the
things I wanted and it might not ever come again.
The next morning I cut school and met Victor as promised
and we had some coffee and exchanged pleasantries and
then he led me to his car. A black BMW M3. The car
reeked of money and I was sold. The day was a whirlwind
that started with a stop at a fancy salon in Bellevue
where Victor introduced me as his daughter. He handed
over his credit card and the next three hours saw me
getting completely remade! They waxed my brow and made
two eyebrows from one, my pathetic Rachel cut was
transformed into the real thing, and my chewed up nails
and toenails were pampered and polished. The final step
was the makeup and when I looked in the mirror I finally
saw the girl I'd always wanted to be!
I went from crap to phat and I was loving it!
The next stop was lunch and I couldn't help but notice
the stares I was getting.
"They all think you're older than you are, Erin. And
they like what they see. How do you like it?"
"It's amazing. I can't thank you enough for all of
this."
He held up a hand, "It's not a gift. You're going to
earn this and that's the deal, remember?" His voice had
taken on a more serious tone.
"Yes, I do."
"Good, finish up there and we've got more to do."
The stop after that was...dare I say it? Neiman-Marcus.
It was the Holy of Holies! I'd fantasized about going to
Neiman-Marcus all my life and never thought that the
thrift-store reject I was would ever be able to buy
anything there and now here I was! Victor took us to the
concierge and introduced us.
"Hi, I'm Victor Chalmers and this is my step-daughter
Erin. As you can clearly see, she needs some new
clothes." He looked down at my feet. "And shoes. See
what you can do about those, too. I'd like her to be
well dressed for school and I also want one evening
outfit for dinner. And let's keep it under $2500, okay?"
The lady at the concierge nodded as if she was used to
this kind of thing and she started to make some phone
calls. A minute later an older lady showed up and took
me to a private room and it was like a movie as people
came and went and had me try things on and then took
them away. They clearly knew what they were doing and I
just went along for the ride and said nothing when
someone brought me a perfect cup of coffee and started
sipping on it. Ninety minutes later I emerged from the
private room like a butterfly emerging from a chrysalis.
Victor's face told me everything. His smile just seemed
to erupt across his face and his eyes became electric!
It was the second major compliment I'd received in just
a day and I was really, truly, happy about it!
"Erin you look wonderful! I knew there was a princess
hiding under there and I'm glad to see you!"
He was chatty all the way back to his house in the Queen
Anne neighborhood. The house was one of those old homes
with a view looking out to Puget Sound and I think it
was the most beautiful place I'd ever seen. Victor drove
the car up a driveway that led past the house to a
carriage house behind the main home and there he parked.
My clothes were unloaded and we carried them in... there
were enough bags that I need his help!
I'll admit that I got a little nervous when he led me to
the basement stairs and he saw this.
"My studio is down here. That's where you're going to
earn all of this."
It was his serious voice and there was a command in his
words that told me he expected me to obey and I did.
The basement was not damp and musty but instead had been
finished out and it had ten foot ceilings which made it
perfect for the lighting he had hung around his work
area.
"Okay, so here's what we're going to do. You're going to
use the dressing room over there and I'll have you
change outfits as we go along. It'll be maybe ninety
minutes and then we'll get you home, okay?"
Okay. As if the whole day hadn't already been a
whirlwind Victor had me changing clothes and posing for
pictures and he was all about the business. It was over
a lot faster than I expected and when I checked the time
it was getting on time for me to get home before my mom
got home from her job.
The clothes that I'd wanted so badly were suddenly a
problem. I knew if my mom saw so many clothes she'd have
questions and then she'd want to take the clothes back
to Neiman-Marcus for the money. That wouldn't do.
"Victor, would it be okay for me to leave the clothes
here? My mom just isn't going to understand all of this
if she sees it. The hair and all of this (I gestured at
myself) are going to be a bitch to explain as it is."
"You didn't tell your mom about this?"
"Um, no. She'd have never let me do this if I told her."
"Hmm. Okay then, Erin. Leave everything here and you can
pick it up as you need it. And I'm thinking next Tuesday
we'll have you in for some more work and this time I'll
pay you $100 cash for ninety minutes, does that sound
good?"
A hundred dollars was more money than I had ever had in
my whole life!
"Yeah! That's be awesome!"
***
I explained away my makeover by telling my mom that some
of the girls at school wanted to fix me up and she went
for it. The makeup went away but the hair and the nails
lasted past that first day.
When I went to school the next day the difference was
notable. The boys were looking at me and the girls were,
too. With the girls I could tell that they saw me as a
new competitor in the school's social drama and I just
did my best to stay out of their way. When Friday
afternoon came along it seemed everyone was used to the
new me and they'd moved on to some other new stimulus.
All weekend long all I could do was think about the $100
I was going to have. Monday was a pointless distraction
to me as I was impatient to get to Tuesday.
On Tuesday my mom left the apartment first and then I
headed out behind her. I was just out the door when I
heard a horn beep and it was Victor waiting to pick me
up. He had coffee waiting for me in the car and I
greedily sipped at it as we drove to his house.
The photography session was more of the same from the
first time and at the end I had five twenty dollar bills
in my Hello Kitty purse.
After this he had me stop by after school about once a
month and I'd get in some pictures and collect my $100
for my time. It became my part time job and the money
meant I could afford lipstick and a few extras that my
mom wouldn't notice.
And then it was June. School let out and the prospect of
a miserably boring summer was before me. My mother, on
the other hand, was dating her boss and was going to
take a trip to San Francisco with him and leave me home
alone for a week. When my monthly shoot with Victor came
along I told him about this and I could see he had some
ideas but wasn't quite ready to tell me what was on his
mind.
At the end of our shoot he paid me and then says to me,
"Erin, are you ready to do some big girl work for some
big girl pay."
He had me at 'big girl pay'.
"How much are you talking about?"
He smiled his Victor smile and knew he had me.
"You stay with me the whole week and do what I ask and
I'll pay you $5,000 at the end of the week. How's that?"
Oh my God. Five thousand dollars! That was enough to get
my mom and me into a better apartment! Maybe even put
some away for college!
I honestly don't remember what I said to him but it was
a 'yes'!
The day my mom left I saw her to her boss' car and
watched them drive away. Then I ran upstairs and packed
what I needed for a week and then I went back downstairs
where Victor was already waiting for me.
When we got to his house we did our same usual routines
and he got right into working. But then after an hour he
sent me upstairs to take a break while he worked on the
set.
I was sitting out on the porch enjoying a sunny morning
when he came along and sat with me.
"Does your mom have any idea what you're doing this
week?"
"No, and why should she? She's off with her boyfriend
and she left me behind and didn't give damn so why
should I tell her anything?"
"And you've never told her about what you do with me?"
"No, of course not! She'd go nuts if she knew!"
He nodded and I could tell he was making a decision. His
hands went to his knees and he stood up.
"Okay, well then it's time for you to start doing the
big girl work I want from you, come on."
The set had been changed and now it looked like an old
fashioned style bedroom with a brass bed that was made
with red satin sheets. A bed. That gave me a clue what
he wanted.
"Your clothes are in the dressing room. Go change and
let's get started."
I did as I was told and when I got into the dressing
room what was waiting for me was a very sexy white satin
peignoir. The nightie was very revealing and the robe
was the plushest, thickest satin ever. It came with a
matching set of panties and I put it all on.
When I came out Victor caught his breath. "You look like
a bride on her wedding night!"
He had me get on the bed and we worked for hours. When
we broke for lunch he offered me a glass of wine and I
accepted. I also accepted the second glass of wine.
When we went back to work I was fairly buzzing and when
he had me take off the robe I just did it. Then after a
while he had me take off the nightie and put on the robe
and we did some shots with the robe open.
He stopped to get something and when he came back there
was a third glass of wine for me and I sipped it while
we worked.
When he asked me to lose the robe and the panties and to
get in the bed I didn't even think about it. He worked
around me and arranged the sheets just so and took more
pictures. I was a little surprised when the cool air
sobered me up enough to realize I was naked and he was
taking pictures.
"Are we supposed to be doing this?" I was a little
dismayed.
"Erin, this is the big girl work I need from you. Five
thousand dollars, remember? This is what the five grand
is for."
Somewhere along the line after this I fell asleep.
Between the wine and the warmth of the lights it was all
too much and my lights went out.
When I woke up Victor was still taking pictures but for
some reason I couldn't move my arms. I looked up to see
my hands were in leather cuffs and I was shackled to the
brass bed posts. My legs had been spread and he was
taking pictures of me that way and I just closed up my
legs from his view.
"Oh, come on, Erin. Be a good girl and spread 'em for
me. Come on, you can do it."
"I want to go home now." was all I could get out. "Let
me go."
"I don't think so. I have a lot left to do and you're
going to help make me rich. You've made me a lot of
money, little girl, and you're going to make me a lot
more money before we're done. Now, spread 'em!"
I didn't. Instead I started to cry a little and he put
down his camera and came up on me and slapped me!
"Spread your legs. I won't ask you again." He said this
so coldly that I knew I had to comply so I did.
"Better. Now do what I say..."
The shoot went on for a while and believe it or not I
fell asleep again.
When I woke up my arms were free and I was still in the
bed and the studio lights were off. The only clothing I
could find was the robe and I put it on and went
upstairs.
There was a hot pizza on the table and when Victor saw
me he gestured at it. He was on the phone with someone
and I didn't understand any of it. It sounded like
German. Being hungry I took a slice of the pizza and
started wolfing it down. Two slices later I was done and
Victor was still talking. He was excited and happy, I
could tell. He'd look at me a few times and smile and
then once he gave me a thumbs-up.
When he was done he came to the table and sat down.
"How're you doing, Erin? Feel better after a nap?"
"I didn't like getting slapped."
He nodded. "I understand, but this was important and it
had to get done. The good news is that the guy who buys
my pictures is offering me a lot of money to get some
very specific pictures with you and if you agree to do
the job I'll pay you another five thousand dollars and
with a lot more to follow. Serious."
"What's the job?"
"That's the trick, baby, you have to agree to it first
and then as we go along you'll find out what it's all
about. See, part of the job is that you don't know
what's going to happen so when it happens it's be a real
surprise to you and your reactions will be the real
thing. That's the big thing this guy wants for right
now."
There was more to it and I was curious. "What comes
after the 'right now' part?"
"Nothing if you don't agree to this right here and right
now. Up to you, baby, do it or go home."
Ten thousand dollars. I really wanted the money and was
just imagining the girls at school seeing me in better
clothes then those bitches could afford!"
"Okay, yeah, I'll do it."
He smiled his Victor smile, "Good. Then there's one more
thing. For the next part you're either going to be tied
up with the handcuffs or you're going to take a little
pill to help you relax. Your choice."
I wasn't at all into drugs and I honestly wasn't feeling
all the great from the wine so the handcuffs it was.
When we went back downstairs Victor was busy getting
four video cameras set up around the bed and then he
went to a cabinet and brought out some ominous-looking
equipment and set it up around the bed. He turned on the
lights and loaded fresh tapes into the cameras. They
were 120 minute VHS tapes and as he put them in the
cameras I found myself wondering what the next 120
minutes had in store for me.
"Okay, baby, drop the robe and get up on the bed and put
your hands right here." He gestured to the brass
headboard. I did as I was told and he put the cuffs
around my wrists and let me hang on to the cold brass
rail. Then he put cuffs around my legs, just above my
knees, and pulled them apart securing them. I was now
secured to the bed with my hands on the railing, my butt
in the air, and my legs pulled apart.
"Alright, there's one more thing. Open wide."
I opened my mouth and he popped in this thing with a
ball on it and the ball had an eye bolt sticking out of
it. I felt him put a harness around my head and then
secured it to the ball. Then he guided my head up to the
headboard and put a bolt through the eye-bolt and did
something to hold it down. Now I couldn't move my head
and was forced to only look straight ahead where Victor
had a video camera already recording.
"Okay, Erin, now we'll get to work. The first thing we
need for the record is I have to ask you if you've ever
had sex?"
Between mumbling and trying to nod my head I got across
that the answer was no.
"Good to know. But like President Reagan said we have to
trust but verify.
I couldn't see him as he went around behind me and then
I felt him touch me in my most private place. I jumped.
"It's okay, Erin. That's why I recommended the pill to
relax you but you didn't take my advice so you get to
experience the whole thing."
I screamed into the gag as I felt him push a finger into
me and I winced when he pushed on something inside me.
"Oh, yeah. She's telling the truth and she's a real
virgin. Let's get a close up."
I heard him fuss with one of the cameras and then his
hand was on me again but this time spreading me open
down there.
"There it is. Ohhh, that's a pretty one, isn't it? Don't
you like that, Heinrich?"
I guessed he was talking to the man who wanted the video
made.
"Erin, I'm going to put a little something on you to
make you more comfortable. It might be a little cold at
first but it'll warm up, trust me."
Whatever it was it was cold and it felt slimy as he
rubbed it between my legs. He put some of it on my anus,
too. He was quiet for a few minutes and then things
started to warm up down there for me. It was pleasant at
first but then things started to itch a little and it
drove me crazy that I couldn't satisfy the itching with
my bound hands.
He came around the bed to face me and he was holding
what looked like a long egg with a long wire sticking
out of it. He put some of the slimy stuff on it (it
looked like petroleum jelly) and then held it in front
of my face. I didn't get it. He turned the thing on and
it hummed like a bee hive and then he walked out of my
sight.
I felt it buzzing as he touched it to my rear entrance
and he started to push. I started to tighten up!
"Erin, relax or you'll just make this harder."
He pushed again and got nowhere. "Okay, have it your
way." With that he shoved it into me and I screamed with
the pain as he forced me open and the egg-thing slid
into me. It went in past my opening and then when most
of it was in there it just felt like it popped all the
way inside me. Then he made it buzz even more and the
vibrations inside me did something I wasn't expecting. I
got wet down there. I felt the flush go over me like
when I was in the bathtub and wanting to relax with a
good orgasm. Except that this time my body was doing
something I wasn't wanting at all.
Now his hands wandered to my breasts and he toyed with
my nipples. Stopping for a moment his hand came back and
I felt the slimy stuff on my nipples. It didn't take
long before they were warming and the feeling was,
again, unwelcome but pleasant. Now I had my butt buzzing
and the warming feeling was all over me.
Victor came back to where I could see him and he was
wiping his hands with a towel. When he was done he
dropped it and then started unbuttoning his shirt. He
wasn't a bad looking man under the shirt but here and
there were some gray hairs and it was clear he was an
older man. The shirt dropped to the floor and then he
stepped out of his shoes before undoing his belt buckle.
His pants slipped to the floor a moment later and then
he smiled at me as his boxer shorts fell, too.
It was the first cock I'd ever seen and it was just
inches from my face. It was erect and it was long and
thin and a little bent like it curved up from his body.
"Do you like it, Erin? I hope so because this," he
grabbed it, "is going to be the first cock in your
virgin pussy."
He waited a moment for my reaction and then it hit me
that he was going to have sex with me! My eyes went wide
and I tried to make some noise. I pulled at the
restraints and it did me no good. He chuckled a bit as I
struggled and then he put some of the slimy stuff on
himself and stood there stroking himself.
"Watch how my hand goes up and down on it. Now think of
it being all the way inside you, pumping in and out.
Think about that, Erin."
He disappeared from my view and then I felt him get
behind me on the bed. The egg in my butt suddenly went
crazy as he turned it all the way up and I squirmed from
the feeling.
SMACK!!!
"Hold still or I'll slap your ass again!" The pain got
my attention and I held still.
I felt him hold me by a hip and then felt it as his cock
slipped back and forth between my virgin pussy lips. It
was so slippery and the itching was so intense that what
he was doing was soothing in its own way. He pushed a
little and I felt the tip of his cock poke into me just
a little.
"Erin, make sure you're looking at the camera in front
of you. Are you looking at it?"
I made a 'mhm-hm' to say yes. And then he pushed into me
and my eyes went wide and the tears came as he pushed
into me and pressed on my virginity. I tried to scream
but it was pointless.
"Look at the camera, Erin!"
I did as I was told and then felt him drive himself all
the way into my body. His hips pressed against me as I
wailed and struggled against the intruder. I felt split
open from the assault. Victor held himself inside me and
didn't move for a minute or so. Then he pulled out of me
and I felt him wipe a cloth on me, cleaning me up.
"Heinrich," he said to the cameras, "Here's your proof!
You'll find it in the package with the tapes!"
I felt him get close to me again and braced myself as he
forced his way back into me. His cock slid deeper and
deeper until it didn't go any further. And then it
pulled back and drove in again. Slowly. Victor did this
a few times and with each time he did it got less
painful. Soon he was sliding in and out of me without
any resistance and I started to relax.
He was keeping up a steady rhythm all while his hands
wandered my body. I have to admit that I liked the
attention he was giving me and I didn't complain when he
sought out my breasts again. He tweaked my heated
nipples and the feeling caused a jolt of electricity to
course through me. Victor felt it and pushed deep in me
and the pain came back with a vengeance!
"Are you liking this, you slut? Good."
He was gentle for a while and then I felt him quicken
just a bit.
"Erin, are you on any birth control?" I nodded no.
"Then what do you think happens when a man and a woman
have sex like this and they're not using birth control?"
A baby??? He was kidding, right? I couldn't have a baby!
Oh, my God I'd be one of the ultimate loser single moms!
I did my best to try to break free and I heard him
laugh.
"Oh, yeah, that's better! You fight it, Erin! That's my
girl!"
He was pushing harder and deeper and it was starting to
really hurt when he grabbed my hips and pushed himself
in as deep as he could go and held it. He did this two
more times and then I heard him groan as his cock
swelled up inside me.
Even over the buzzing in my anus I felt a new sensation.
Flick! Flick! Flick! Flick!
He pushed into me again and held it.
Flick! Flick!
He felt sweaty on me and his hands were sweaty, too. He
caressed my back and it was a gentle, loving feeling
unlike what he'd just done to me.
"Okay, Erin, pinch on me and hold it after I pull out,
okay?"
I nodded.
With that he let himself slip out of me and he scrambled
to get a camera.
"Okay, relax!"
I did and immediately felt a rush of liquid leave my
body. It ran down my thighs and I heard it drip on the
bed, too.
"Beautiful..." he said, as he was behind me. "That's
perfect!"
He recorded some close ups around me and after several
minutes he put the camera down, shut off the other
cameras, and then shut off the studio lights. And with a
yank he pulled the vibrator out of my ass.
I could do nothing as he said, "I got to get some air
and I'll be back."
Left alone with my thoughts I found myself disappointed
that I'd trusted Victor and that my greed was so great
that I ended up selling myself like a whore. And now I'd
just had my first time with an older guy who was just
using me for money. But I was using him, too, wasn't I?
I wanted ten thousand dollars and I wanted it so bad I
was willing to do dirty pictures and now I'd made a
dirty video. I wish I had cried but it wasn't in me to
feel sorry for myself.
An hour or so went by and then Victor was back. He
turned on the lights and the cameras and asked me how I
was. What could I say?
I didn't even see him as he said out loud, "Now for
round two!"
He got up on the bed behind me and held my hip and
plunged himself into me. It was really painful because I
was so sore from that first time with him. Now I was
crying from the pain and he didn't say anything as he
just pounded away at me.
It wasn't long before I felt it.
Flick! Flick! Flick!
He'd done it again. This time he just pulled out and had
the camera right up in my business to record what came
out of me. It disgusted me as his fluids leaked out of
me and ran down my already filthy thighs.
And then it was over. Victor shut off everything and
then came around the bed to undo the harness holding my
head in place.
As he took the ball out my mouth my jaw relaxed and it
hurt.
"You'll be fine in a few minutes, I promise. You did
good, Erin. This is going to make us a lot of money and
the ten thousand dollars I promised you is just the
start."
I didn't say anything and just worked my jaw as he undid
the other restraints on me. And then I was free. I
looked at him with a bit of betrayal.
"I'm sorry, Erin, but you did agree to it and I
explained it to you as much as I could before we
started. Don't be angry at me for helping you get some
serious money."
"I'll be okay."
After that we were pretty quiet. I had some more of the
pizza and didn't care that it was cold. Victor has some
pajamas for me and I put them on and we watched some TV
before heading off to bed. As I was getting ready for
bed I told him I had a headache and he gave me a couple
of Tylenol PM to help me sleep and I didn't argue.
When I woke up in the morning I was hungry and when I
got downstairs Victor had a nice breakfast on. I tried
to be happy and pretend that yesterday was just a dream
as I ate.
He made small talk and said some things about President
Clinton and health care and how some day it would happen
but that the country wasn't ready for it yet. I didn't
care.
After breakfast he had me go shower (I probably smelled
pretty bad.) and told me to meet him downstairs in the
studio after I was dry. When I got into the shower I'd
left my pajamas hanging but when I came out they were
gone and it was just the satin robe hanging there. I
figured it out and went downstairs wearing the robe.
Victor was setting up the studio again and like before
he had four cameras ready to go. The difference is that
this time the restraints were all put away and the bed
was set with white cotton sheets. Victor was wearing a
robe of his own and it didn't take a rocket scientist to
figure out what was going to happen.
"Victor, I'm not sure I want to do this again. I think
I'm still sore from yesterday, too."
He looked at me as if he'd already planned a response.
He had.
"No problem, Erin. Today you'll take the pill I was
going to give you yesterday and in a while when you're
relaxed we'll get started."
"I don't want to do any drugs. I'm sorry, but I'm not
going to do that."
"Okay, look," he picked up a bottle, "these are
prescription drugs from a real doctor. They're okay.
They won't make you high they just help take the edge
off your anxiety and they help you relax. I take them
sometimes and that's why I have them so I'm not going to
ask you to take anything I won't take myself. Okay? Now
take the pill."
He handed it to me and gave me a glass of water. I
looked at him and took the pill and washed it down.
"Alright, good. Go watch TV or something and I'll come
get you soon enough."
I padded upstairs and sat down at the TV and turned it
on. It was some program about the Titanic and as I was
watching it I found myself slipping away into an almost
euphoric state. I felt warm and secure and it was a nice
feeling. It was like all my worries were lifted from me.
When Victor came to get me I didn't argue and instead
followed him downstairs quite willingly. As he got the
equipment running he had me drop the robe and get on the
bed. Reclining on my back I watched him move around the
room and then he was at the foot of the bed saying
something and I couldn't hear him. He took his clothes
off and I saw his cock throbbing with his heartbeat and
it amazed me that the whole length of it had been up
inside me just the day before.
He spread my legs apart and I watched mystified as he
put his face into my crotch and started kissing me and
licking me. It felt nice and I remember spreading my
legs to get more of that feeling. Soon he had my legs
draped over his shoulders while he licked and probed me
with his tongue. I arched my back as the first flush
came over me and I knew an orgasm was on its way. He
said something else and again I didn't quite hear it.
Oh, but I do remember that when he pressed his face into
me again it happened! It was glorious and it was the
single best orgasm of my life! He kept it going and
going until I finally reached down to stop him. Mercy!
He lifted himself and crawled up on top of me before
leaning in to kiss me my very first kiss on the lips! It
was soft and wonderful and as we kissed I felt him lower
himself onto my body. His hands sought my breasts and I
loved feeling him enjoy being with me. As we were
kissing I felt his cock seeking me out and he poked at
me a few times until I felt him part my body and slip
inside.
There was pain and soreness but somehow I didn't care. I
just wanted this moment and I wanted it to last forever.
Victor later told me we made almost twenty minutes of
video but it felt like it was just a few short moments
between when he entered me and when he pushed himself
deep into me with the flick! flick! flick! happening at
almost the same time.
I was slipping into a deep sleep when I did hear him
say, "Good job, Erin."
I managed to sleep into the early evening and when I
woke up I put on my robe and went upstairs and found
Victor making dinner. We ate and talked about my orgasm
and how he liked being with me and kissing me. It was
all very flattering and I think I would have died if
after all we'd done that he wasn't happy with me.
At some point I realized I wanted some other clothes.
"Hey, um, do you mind if I get my pajamas back? I don't
want to go around naked all the time."
He giggled a little. "I don't mind if you don't mind!
Seriously, I kind of like you being so natural. It's
sexy if you don't mind."
"Well, thank you but I still want some clothes. Besides,
I'm a little cold!"
He went and fetched my pajamas for me and after I got
them on we sat and watched TV together until it was time
for bed.
The next morning he was up before m again and was
already busy setting up the bed in the basement. I could
hear him downstairs and figured to leave him alone and
get some breakfast. There was a half grapefruit and I
had that along with some coffee. As I was finishing up
Victor came into the kitchen.
"Good to see you're up! So the news today is Heinrich is
flying in and I have to go get him at the airport and
then he wants to meet you before he picks up his videos
and leaves again."
There were a few more words but then he was gone. After
breakfast I went to take a shower and then I got dressed
for the first time in a couple days. Nothing special,
just a slip dress and sandals. I also decided on a bra
and panties so I'd be a little normal again.
Traffic must have been typically awful because it took
two hours before Victor showed up with Heinrich.
Heinrich was actually a handsome man, tall, thin, blond,
and well dressed. Victor introduced us and we spoke a
while before Victor had me leave the room so the two of
them could talk business.
It was maybe just ten minutes when Victor called me into
the study to talk with Heinrich.
"My dear, your name is Erin, no?" I nodded yes. "Well,
let me tell you a story about a man who got very sick
and because of that he can't have children like a normal
man. I still desire normal things, of course, but what I
do is I hire others to be my surrogates and to do things
on my behalf that I cannot do on my own. Do you
understand me, liebchen? Yes, well good."
He sipped at his coffee.
"That brings me to you. You're being paid quite well for
your work here and I am proposing to make you a grander
offer. Instead of a mere ten thousand dollars I propose
to pay you one hundred thousand dollars and you and
Victor will produce more videos for me for the next
year. Meaning next June you will receive your money from
me. Now at the same time I will provide you a stipend of
two thousand dollars per month provided you remain with
Victor, does this not make sense? Yes?"
"Yes, it does. But what about my mom?"
"Your mother abandoned you. Don't bother about her
anymore. You can go home if you're sentimental or you
can make enough money to buy yourself a good start in
life. Many young women in your situation would eagerly
trade with you and if you won't do it then one of them
will."
I didn't have to think about it very long before I said
yes.
"Good girl", said Heinrich. To Victor he said, "Now I'd
like you to prepare the young lady and then I'd like to
come see things for myself."
"Of course, Heinrich."
Victor took me down the stairs and had me disrobe and
get on the bed. In a repeat of my first time with him I
was fully retrained with my head secured to the
headboard. The warming jelly was shoved into me and then
I was left alone.
A few minutes later I heard someone coming down the
stairs and I knew it wasn't Victor because the footsteps
were lighter. It was Heinrich. His cologne gave it away,
as well.
When he walked in front of me I could see he was naked
and I also saw that his cock was not as long as Victor's
but it was still intimidating. What was more
intimidating was that I knew what would happen
instantly.
Without saying anything Heinrich got behind me on the
bed and slammed himself into me. He was no sooner in me
than I felt him throb inside me and it was over. He then
got up and left me there.
I never saw him again after that.
About two hours went by and then Victor came down to see
me. He didn't set me free but instead spoke to me.
"Victor is on his way back to Germany now and he was
very happy that he got to spend a little time with you.
I'm sure you don't mind. But he did give me some
specific instructions about you and one of them is that
he wants you to be treated like a sex toy and he wants
us to have a child. I wasn't sure if you were clear on
that when we were talking but the hundred grand is
conditioned on you delivering a baby so we have some
work to do."
I didn't see what Victor was doing but then he got on
the bed and pushed himself into me where Heinrich had
been not so long before.
He slid himself into my depths and kept talking,
"Heinrich can't even come so it's not like he did
anything in you so don't get too upset about this. Now
me, on the other hand, I work just fine and (unnnh) I
think we can get you pregnant soon enough."
He plowed me thoroughly and even though I didn't have an
orgasm it was still satisfying in a way. As before, when
he came he held himself deep inside of me and I felt the
flick! flick! flick! as his cock spat come into me.
That night he brought me to his bed and we slept
together. We just slept! Really! It was nice and the
next day was a day off for us.
That brings me to the end of the week when my mother got
home. It was on the news that I was a missing person but
no one was sympathetic to my mom. She ended up going to
jail for abandoning me at home while she partied with
her boyfriend. Sadly, it wasn't too long before her
story and my story dropped from the news.
Victor got me pregnant as promised. But when the money
came and I found myself $134,000 wealthier I didn't want
to leave him. Where would I go anyway? We stayed
together and one baby became three and after our little
girl was born I was old enough to marry Victor and
that's what we did. It wasn't all hearts and roses but
it was more that we were comfortable with each other and
neither of us really wanted the other to leave.
Amazingly, no one ever bothered to notice that I had
been missing for almost five years. No one gave a shit.
Except Victor.
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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not depicting anything in
real life. Anyone acting out such scenarios in "real
life" can look forward to many unproductive years
getting it up the butt by a fellow convict in their
local prison system.
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