Captive - Chapter 1 (MF,g,extreme pedo,nepi,toddler,oral,anal) 

by PedoMom [2016]


Chapter 1


   I was in the kitchen doing dishes, when I heard the knock on the door. I
live in an apartment building, and no one had buzzed up to be let in, so I
assumed it was someone from the building, which is likely why my guard was
completely down.  I dried my hands on a dish towel as I walked over to the
front door, not even giving the security spy-hole a thoughtful glance, I
merely opened the door with a smile on my face.

   I didn't even have a chance to react.  A large body pushed itself into
the doorway, grabbing me and manhandling me into my front foyer, with a
large cloth held up to cover my mouth and nose.  I hardly put up any
struggle before I was fading out to black.

   As I felt myself drifting back to consciousness, I didn't know how long
I had been passed out.  My head felt groggy and my body ached.  I shook my
head to clear the fog, before I realized just how precarious my situation
was.

   I couldn't move.

   I looked around myself, noting that I was in my living-room/dining area,
and I was seated in my desk chair, which must have been rolled out from my
bedroom and pulled close to the couch.  All of the curtains were drawn
tight, and every light in the room was switched on.

   I was completely bare-assed naked, with my hands strapped at both the
wrist and the elbow to the arms of my desk chair.  My torso also had
restraints holding me to the back of the chair and my legs were spread wide
open and bent at an awkward angle so my ankles were strapped to the single
support pole of the chair, with my feet resting on top of the rollers.  I
tugged tentatively at my restraints, but I was completely immobilized.  I
also had fabric balled into my mouth and held in place by a long swatch of
what I assumed was duct tape.

   I was alone in the room and didn't know what to expect.  Being naked
certainly worried me, but I couldn't figure out why I'd be tied to this
chair if my captor had intended on sexually abusing me.

   My thoughts immediately turned to my daughter.  She had been down for
her afternoon nap when I was doing dishes.  I couldn't see the clock in my
kitchen from my position and I didn't know how much time had passed since I
opened the front door.

   I attempted to scream through my gag, but found that a garbled mumbling
was all the sound that escaped.  This was an older building, with thick
walls.  No one would hear my cries, except I apparently drew the attention
of my captor, whose voice I heard coming from the other room, my daughter's
room, as he called out "oh, you're finally awake!  We'll be right out,
Mommy."

   I was filled with fear and anxiety and dread and a whole mishmash of
emotions.  I had no idea what to expect, except the worst.  This clearly
wasn't a robbery.  He could have been and gone before I woke up, if that
was all he had in mind.  I didn't own much, I was certain my stereo
wouldn't garner even a second glance at a hock shop, and my laptop was
several years old.

   My nudity was the only clue to his true motives.  I tried not to let my
imagination run away from me, and decided to stay as calm as I could, and
let things unfold.

   My resolve lasted all of 30 seconds.  When the large man emerged from my
daughter's bedroom, she was wearing nothing but her pull-up diaper, and he
didn't have his face covered, which I knew was not a good sign.  If I'd
seen his face, what was stopping me from reporting him?  Was he going to
kill us?  My breath started huffing through my nose as my heart-rate
increased.  Why wasn't my daughter wearing the t-shirt and shorts she'd had
on when she went to sleep?  What did he have in store for us?

   "Now, now, calm down," said the man, as he walked into the living room,
holding Katie's small body in front of him, pulled against his chest.  "We
can't have you hyperventilating and passing out on us, now can we?  Just
breathe normally.  This is inevitable.  You are completely restrained,
there's nothing you can do about it.  Accept your fate and you might just
discover you enjoy this evening's endeavors.  Stranger things have
happened!" the man chuckled as he said these last words.

   I did my best to try to calm my breathing, to relax and let my heart
rate drop back down.  I could feel hot tears pricking the edge of my eyes,
but I managed to get a grip and look up at him with as level of a look as I
could muster, trying not to allow all of the fear and anger I felt inside
to be displayed in my eyes.  I didn't know what he was going to do, but I
didn't want to aggravate him.

   "Good girl, I can see you're relaxing already.  You're both such good
girls," he cooed as he turned his gaze back down to Katie, and softly ran
his hands along her back, before tickling under her arms.

   I watched my daughter gasp in response, her face breaking into a grin.
Katie always loved being tickled.

   "Katie and I have gotten to know each other, while Mommy was having a
little snooze, isn't that right, Katie?" of course he knew her name, it was
spelled out in soft letters across her bedroom wall.

   My daughter was average for her age, in every way.  She had hit all her
milestones right on track.  She was just over a year and a half old.  She
was sitting and crawling and pulling herself upright, and her babbling had
turned into a few words, but not many.  Her body was typical of her age,
very petite limbs, with slightly chubby thighs and a bulge to her little
toddler belly.  Her cheeks were chubby and her smile was big.  Katie had
the brightest blue eyes and her hair was a light sandy blond colour,
curling about her head and her ears.  She was the most precious in all the
world to me.  I didn't know what was in store for us, but I would do
whatever this man asked of me, if it meant that he didn't hurt my baby.

   The man sat on the couch, directly in front of me, only a few feet away.
He set Katie down on his lap, his hands continuing to run along her smooth
alabaster skin.  He was no longer tickling her, he was rubbing and almost
massaging her.  Katie, for her part, seemed to be enjoying it.  She looked
a little confused when she glanced over and saw my predicament, but she
didn't seem to be afraid.  Her attention was mostly taken by this strange
man who was giving her body pleasure with his hands.

   "She's so very beautiful, she's like a little doll," said the man.

   I scrunched my eyes shut for a moment, forcing myself to relax again.  I
needed a clear head if I was going to get through this.

   "Oh, don't close your eyes!  You'll miss the best parts," he said, and I
opened my eyes right away, to see his hands move down and begin pulling at
the edges of her diaper.  "There are some who like diapers, but I never
really could get into the idea of being turned on by these things, and
certainly not the little treats left in them.  But I do like starting with
my prize in a diaper -- it makes it feel more like a gift when I get to
unwrap it."

   I watched as his fingers deftly pulled first one and then the other tab
from the side of her diaper, before slipping it off her body and setting it
aside.  Now naked, my daughter was sitting on his lap, facing me, resting
her head back against his chest and her little legs were splayed to the
outside of his thighs.

   "Isn't this the most beautiful sight you've ever seen?" the man asked
rhetorically, as he ran his hands up her thighs and let his thumbs touch
her soft little slit, pulling the bald puffy little outer lips open, so I
could see the deeper pink inside her slit.

   "I know you've seen this before, but I don't think you've ever
appreciated it the way you should have," he almost growled at the end of
these words, like he could hardly contain himself.  "She's the perfect age.
Too little to tell and just old enough to stretch."

   I didn't know what he meant when he said stretch, did he mean she was
bendy?  I was afraid of what that word would mean.

   "I really wanted to tease you with her for a lot longer," he said. 
"But, honestly I just can't wait any more.  She's too perfect and looks so
tasty!"

   With those words, I watched as he lifted her body to the side and down
onto the couch.  He slipped himself down off the seat and onto his knees.
He made sure that she was to his side, so that I could still see her naked
little body.  He pushed my daughter's legs up and over, so that she was in
an extended frog-leg position, completely opened to him.  And then, he did
exactly what I feared most.  He bent his head down and began licking her.

   I tried to scream through the gag, again, producing slightly more noise
than last time, but not nearly enough to call for help.  He pulled his
mouth away from her little mound for a moment and looked over at me.

   "Oh, I'm so glad you're watching!  I know you're going to enjoy tonight
as much as I do, don't worry, you'll get to play soon enough!"

   I felt hot tears at my eyes again, as I watched him return his mouth to
her pussy.  I could clearly see as his tongue ran along her slit, from the
pout of her little tight rosebud, along her inner lips and up to her bump
at the top.  Katie was making soft mewls and a loud grunt every time his
tongue flickered against her clit.  She obviously didn't know what was
happening, but it seemed like she was okay with whatever it was.

   The man continued to lick and suck at my daughter's little pussy.  He
paused to look over at me again, making sure I was still watching, and then
continued covering her mound in his saliva.  She was slick and glistening.
I saw one of his hands come away from her body to reach down into his
cargo-pants pocket.  He pulled out a small tube and flipped off the cap.  I
couldn't look away while I watched him squeeze a liberal amount onto the
middle finger of his hand, before setting the tube aside.

   His mouth came away from her pussy as he said "You're really going to
love this!" And I didn't know if he meant me or Katie.

   The man pushed the lubed up finger against Katie's tight little anal
sphincter and I was amazed to watch his finger gain access and begin to
sink inside her body, without much resistance.  His thick finger made
forward motion before pulling back slightly and then returning to push into
her body again.  He was fucking her little ass with his thick adult finger
and Katie was squirming just a little under his ministrations, but she made
no sound of distress or discomfort.  In fact, Katie had closed her eyes and
seemed to be enjoying what was going on.  She had that happy look she used
to get when she would pause in her play to leave a load in her diaper.

   "She's loving it!" he said, looking over at me again.  "Are you seeing
this?  I told you she'd stretch.  Just look at her little body.  She's
going to take it all." And he was right.  He managed to slide his whole
finger into her body, without causing her to do much more than grunt in
acknowledgement of the intruding digit.

   I couldn't believe what I was being forced to witness.  An adult man was
finger-fucking my baby girl's tiny little ass.  He was fully stroking his
finger in and out of her hole.  He would pull out 'til just the tip was
inside her and then push his finger back in all the way until her soft
bottom met his hand.

   "Now comes the tricky part," he said, after fingering her ass for a few
more minutes.

   I watched as he reached back for the lube.  He pulled his finger all the
way out of her ass and I watched as the tiny hole gaped open, rather than
closing tight right away.  The man squirted lube into her little opening
and then immediately forced his finger back in, this time in a twisting
motion.  He seemed to be pulling at her anal ring, pushing in at an angle
and pulling out at a different angle, causing the ring to stretch wider
than just his finger.  After doing this for a short time, he squeezed more
lube at the entrance to her ass and then I watched in complete doubt as he
attempted to add a second finger into the mix.

   This time, Katie's eyes shot open and she squealed her disapproval.  The
two digits stretched her ass much further and she did not seem pleased. 
The man quickly leaned his head back down and began licking Katie's clit
and her puffy pussy lips, while still forcing two fingers into her ass. 
The attention to her clit seemed to mollify Katie and although her eyes
remained open, she no longer sounded distressed, instead returning to
grunts on each of the in-strokes.

   I suddenly realized I had been watching so intently that I hadn't even
blinked.  I closed my eyes and said a silent prayer that when I opened them
again, I wouldn't see a man molesting my 19 month old daughter.  But I knew
that prayer would go unanswered.

   I watched on as this man continued to lick Katie's tiny slit and work
two of his large fingers in and out of her asshole.  He stopped to add more
lube, but then continued his oral and manual assault on her little body.  I
could not understand why Katie wasn't much more distressed than she seemed
to be.  In fact, I was pretty sure that my little daughter was enjoying the
sensations being produced by this man's treatment of her body.

   He pulled his mouth away from her pussy and looked at me again, saying
"See, Mommy?  She's loving it!" as though he could read my mind.

   He added more lube to his two fingers and this time he sucked her little
mound all the way into his mouth before he pushed a third finger into her
body.

   Katie let out a fairly loud cry of disapproval.  She said "ouchies!" and
"no no no!" two words she knew well.  Her body arched off the couch,
contorting in a strained response to his actions.

   I pulled against my restraints again, as I heard her little voice cry
out in pain.

   But I was amazed that in a few short moments, as he continued to suck at
her pussy and saw all three fingers in and out of her ass, Katie's body
fell limp to the couch and this time her little hands found their way to
the back of his head.  She seemed like she was pulling his head closer into
her body.  Suddenly her back arched again, only this time, the sounds and
gasps coming from her mouth were anything but painful.

   Was it possible my little toddler was...  was she having an orgasm from
being molested?!?!

   My brain felt like it was on fire.  It couldn't be real.  She was in
pain and being touched by a stranger.  There was no way her body could be
reacting like that.

   But I knew the signs.  I could see the bright pink flush to her skin,
warmth that spread from her chest and up across her face.  There were tiny
beads of sweat on her forehead, and after the initial taught posture, her
body relaxed back into the couch and her legs seemed to fall open even
wider.  Her mouth hung slack, as she panted to catch her breath and her
eyes remained tightly closed.

   My daughter had just experienced her first orgasm.  The man's mouth
stopped sucking her mound, and he returned to long, slow licks over her
puffy lips, while his fingers continued to deep-stroke her little ass.
  
(To be continued...)

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