Tuesday Morning's Story

It's Tuesday morning, 7am, and little bathing Jilly shivers as a gust of fresh spring wind blows open the lavender curtains of the bathroom window, a beam of fresh morning sunlight caressing her face as the cold gust spanks little goose bumps onto her shiny bath-oiled nymphet body. Even Mother Nature can't resist the delectable charms of such a delicious and vulnerable naked twelve year old schoolgirl. If only her daddy was so easy to attract one might wonder, but today Jilly is happy because the smart little cookie has a plan to seduce him!

The prepubescent darling's perfect skin glistens from the attentive cleansing of every little spot of her tight 4'9 body. She lets another squeeze of "Pretty Baby Princess" lilac scented body lotion spurt onto her cupped palm and raises a long sensuous coltish leg from the foamy water, her knee perfectly straight and her delicate foot "en-pointe" as it lifts up towards the room's vaulted ceiling.

Jilly's caressing soapy fingers tickle up and down from her sweet little foot to her gently curved thigh and a soap bubble from her leg pops against her nose making her giggle. Jilly laughs, bending her neck forward and pretending to be a cute little kitten as her wet pink tongue softly licks and pops at the bubbles on her knee, smiling at how nice her body tastes and smells. She feels like a pretty little tulip flower, her fragrant little petals too tight for the hungry honey bees to steal her nectar, but feeling that soon, today maybe, daddy would force them open so that she could bloom for him.

Jilly feels as fresh as a newly laundered pair of little-girl panties as she lifts her other leg letting both knees relax, draping her feet over each side of the antique white porcelain tub. While her toes ooze little droplets of water onto the baby soft, thick pile, white bathroom carpet she lets her shoulders rest against the foot of the tub, and flexes her slender thighs. Jilly smiles as she lifts her hips and two tiny, peach sized boobies, and a deliciously tiny schoolgirl pussy reveal themselves from the foamy bubbles.

"Hi hi Boobies!" she whispers. "You're still tiny you naughty little girls" she admonishes, though her little pink nipples still happily harden into sweet pencil eraser sized nubbins as they enjoy a little spanking from the naughty blustery wind.

"Ooh... And Hello Kitty!" she coos, giving her pussy a girlish wave. "Are you all clean for daddy? Cos he's totally going to want to push his cocky into you today!" Her slim slippery fingers tickle down her belly to spread the pouting lips of her hairless pussy lips so her other hand can swirl sticky lotion against the tiny lump of her sticky pink clitoris.

Cautiously she squeezes a finger into the terribly tight entrance to her little vagina, moaning to herself as she gets another of those funny feelings, as if a kaleidoscope of butterflies were waking up in her belly!

"Ooh, you want daddy too don't you!" she tells her little pink treasure, softly stubbing a little first knuckle of girly pinky finger into the little valley underneath her pee pee hole and making the butterflies flap even faster.

Easing her finger in just a little bit further she feels it tickle against her delicate hymen, shivering as she soaps it, while her thumb laps against her clitty. Jilly closes her eyes, her mind picturing daddy grabbing her under her arms, lifting her high, and throwing Jilly onto his pillow, forcing her toes to her ears just like he had with little Niki, then slamming his delicious cocky deep inside her twitching body.

"Ohhhhh" gasps Jilly, as another lovely shiver rushes through her loins, tingles rushing up and down her inner thighs, as the butterflies torment her belly with their gossamer wings. She tries to tickle a little deeper inside herself, feeling the little membrane of her virginity stretch against a girly fingertip but her little kitty suddenly hugs at her finger so tightly it slips out!

"Naughty kitty!" she pouts, lifting her palm and giving her pussy lips a sharp little slap for being party-poopers. She finds herself wondering what special trick a cock like daddy's would use to push its way inside a pretty girl. "Aw, are you going to be all shy?" she teases her pussy. "its no good kitty, when I press myself against daddy's cock today, he's going to rape his cocky into you even if you say no!"

And so, feeling most deliciously naughty, and reminded of her breakfast plan, Jilly only half reluctantly rinses the lucky bubbles from her svelte little loins and eases herself out of the bath, reaching for the thick pink towel and patting at her hair and body until she feels completely dry.

Naked she sits at her dressing table, giving her long golden yellow hair a hundred sweeps with her "Tangled" movie hairbrush, then pulling it up into two high ponytail bunches, tying bows around each with floppy pink ribbons to give them the 70's style of a pretty little cindy brady.

She paints her pouty pink lips more pouty with strawberry-scented baby-pink-colored shiny lipgloss, and uses a tan mascara pencil to dab some sweet little freckles onto her cheeks, just like the ones on the cheeks of Niki-model's little babydoll toy. And then feeling a little apprehensive but terribly excited she reaches down into her pink school backpack.

Her fingers explore until she finds the little school skirt that until yesterday had lived in the studio's storage room. Neatly she places it next to the brand-new little-girl underwear she had found, and then she rummages again for the extra special secret toy!

"Lil' Bunny Vibrator - Platinum Model" she reads from the label, big words underneath advertising that it has "Earthquake Oscillation", "Mega Flex", and "Super Energy"!!!

As her little fingers tear off the plastic packaging Jilly feels so mischievous, since she's never touched a sex toy before! Her fingers finally make contact with the little pink rubber knobs that traverse up its 5 inch length and around its slender ¾ inch diameter and she plants a little wet kiss on its gently rounded tip. "Thankyou for helping me" she giggles before letting it press into her mouth.

As her tongue explores its bumpy rubber tip she realizes its much smaller than daddy and a sudden feeling of child-like silliness makes her wonder if she could have been more brave and chosen one of the daddy size ones, even if it does have to go into her terribly tight bottom hole?

Jilly crosses her fingers and hopes the "Earthquake Vibrations" will make up for its slender size because the whole point is for daddy's cock to fit inside too!

She lets the dildo slip out from between her teeth, and finding the remnants of her diaper cream tub, places a dollop on her tongue, making it warm and sloppy before leaning forward and dribbling it softly against the length of her "lil bunny".

Jilly remembers how tiny her little bottom hole was when she soaped it in the bath, her previous feeling of silliness replaced with the rather nervous apprehension of whether it would fit?

Turning and peering at her reflection in the mirror, the naked little tween eases her legs several foot apart and arches her naked back, pulling apart one of her bottom cheeks until she can see the mirror image of a tiny little completely pink entrance to her little ass. She reaches for the vibrator and lets its drooly oily tip kiss against her little anus, then gives it as hard a push as she can.

"ohhh!" she yelps, a sudden pain making her gasp with piglet oinks as half the dildo's length skewers into her tight babydoll rectum. As her cheeks redden, and a little voice whispers that its-too-big-and-her-bottom's-too-little she grips her little fists determined not to give up, because she really really *really* thinks its going to be nice for daddy!

Her beautiful azure blue eyes are tearing up but she looks at the seat determinedly, stepping in front of it, and counting in her little mind.

"one" she murmers

"two" she whimpers, looking at herself, knock kneed and nervous.

"three" she gulps and sits herself down hard, letting all of her weight fall against the cushion of the dressing table seat.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she squeels as the entire length of the well lubricated, sloshy little dildo worms itself inside her tight virgin bottom, the little switch on its base flipping on. She looks at herself aghast because her bottom is sore and she needs to pull it out!

And then it starts to wiggle.

Inside her little body the "Lil Bunny" is starting its "Mega Flex" cycle and poor Jilly feels like one of those Hawaiian little-girl Hula dancers daddy sometimes photographed, has come to dance inside her bottom hole! Her tender little chute is getting stretched and wiggled, making her little hips worm left and right in her chair. She looks at herself and through teary eyes can't help but giggle because she looks like one of the kindergarten girls who need a pee but can't find a teacher to take them to the restroom!

When the dildo curls and twists she gets the strangest feelings inside, like her most secret special little girl parts, her tight little vagina, her tweeny womb and her not quite pubescent ovaries, were getting big hugs every time the dildo wiggled. But she manages to relax and tries to get used to the strange sensations, her little naughty kitty helping by feeling all sticky too.

Not wanting to let her secret present slip out of her bottom, her shaky fingers urgently find the pair of little girl plastic training panties she had also looted from the prop cupboard. She holds them up and smiles because they are *so* cute, "Daddy's little darling'" says the print in little pink hearts set amongst childish drawings of dollies and pacifiers.

She can barely step her foot into the tiny leg opening as her naughty body shakes but finally manages to pull the tiny panties up her twelve year old legs, until they just manage to stretch against her pussy and the lower part of her bottom. The waist band rather cruelly digs into her slender hip, a small "Age 5-6" label poking out on one side. Not that Jilly is shy about that, she wants daddy to know she'd do *anything* to be his favorite little toddler again!

She squeezes her head and arms into the pink cotton "Hug me, I'm Cute!" toddler-girl t-shirt, pausing as the bunny in her bottom cycles from its twisting and starts pulsing and shaking and making her little teeth chatter in her mouth. Her little kitty feels so strange and so hot and so naughty, with the tightness of her new baby girl panties, while a naughty plastic cocky shakes at her insides! She pulls the t -shirt down over her chest, the lower hem just covering her stiff but baby-small nipples, its tightness giving a rather nice lift to her boobies though leaving most of her midriff completely exposed.

She steps into the totally gorgeous combination petticoat and gingham pink schoolgirl skirt, at first pulling it up to just below her belly button, then finding it so short her baby panties show completely! So she eases it down until the protrusions of her pelvic bones and the upper curves of her loins are exposed and her panties are at least mostly covered.

She opens the second packet and unrolls two white wool-ribbed thigh-high socks up her thighs, gasping as her hand unintentionally grazes against the front of her cutesie new panties, the slight touch sending those naughty butterflies into a rush of fluttering! Her knees buckle and she briefly falls against the make-up desk, her panties touching the drawer handle and with a rattle of vibration everything on the table shakes and falls to its side, her lipgloss rolling and bouncing onto the floor.

With a feverish moan, our poor little schoolgirl, lips drooling as she totters on the edge of an orgasm bigger than seems fair on one so young, grabs the edge of the chair and gets back firmly onto her feet.

Jilly moans, she tickles so much inside, it's like she's about to sneeze and Jilly somehow knows it would be the most delicious sneeze of her young life? But she imagines her desperately hungry pussy rubbing against daddy's wake-up cocky and wants to save herself for him, forcing herself to concentrate and step into her shiny pink buckle-up schoolgirl shoes.

"DDDon't worry K..K..Kitty!" she gasps to her baby-panty-clad partner-in-crime, feeling another huge shiver run through her tummy, her eyes tearing up in schoolgirl ecstasy. "da..da.. daddy will loo... loo... look after us"

Swooning, the little Lolita pushes the door open and falls against daddy who to her total surprise is standing in the hallway!

She tries to blink away the passionate tears from her blurry but adoring eyes, wrapping her arms around his leg, as she presses her groin against his thigh, aching for release. "Papa, love me, take me to bed, I need you Papa!" she gasps, in her thigh high wooly white socks and pink shiny shoes, her beautiful shining ponytails dancing in their long pink ribbons, her sensuously scented freshly bathed skin bare from the lower half of her adorable tea-cup shaped boobs down to the curves of her vulva, and the cutest flirtiest little stripper-schoolgirl skirt kissing against her baby panties while a naughty dildo worms and buzzes inside her bottom.

She clutches him as her hips grind against his knee, head nuzzling so desperately against his crotch, her little ass swaying like the most seductive little concubine in an emperors' harem.. "Pleaaase papa, I lovvvvvve you" she gasps as she finally succumbs to her first ever climax, sobbing as it massively shudders through her tweeny body, sparkling Jilly drool sloshing down her chin, her little panties filling with girlie cum, her loins grinding hard against his knee like a kitten on her first heat. "Rape me papa, molest me, beat me, anything, PLEASSSE!"

Aw, but the man in the passage is not Papa.

"Ha aren't you a pretty little girl" cackles old Mr Jones, the 72 year old lecherous neighbor from number 63. He's dressed and ready for his part time job in his Postal Service uniform. As he looks at Jilly he drools (rather less attractively than little Jilly), from his dentures down into his straggly beard. He seems thrilled to get such attention from the target of his masturbatory fantasies, but pushes her off his leg wondering if she'll wait while he goes and pops a couple of Viagra?

As he ogles poor Jilly up and down, he thinks how much better the St Harriots school uniform has become over the years, and as he listens to her pleas he wonders why he'd ever thought himself lucky to have had sons!

"I'm sorry Miss Jilly, but your Dad's just left with some men. He told me to say "thanks for the breakfast, don't wait up for him, but he's taking you out tomorrow morning". He has some problem at work I think, something to do with Trixie being kidnapped?"

Finally Mr Jones' rather dysfunctional cock starts to twitch and he leans over poor little Jilly who's leaning back against the wall breathlessly, a mix of confusion and post orgasmic stupor filling her little brain. His nasty tobacco stained tongue laps against her cheeks, tasting the delicious saltiness of her tween girl tears, his beady eyes ogling down at the poor girls legs, his hand reaching down to unzip his fly and pull out a rather pathetic and limp three inch wiener.

"Mmm sexy little girly, pretty little girly, mebbe you give me a sexy foot job with those pretty sockies, you going to rub your pretty toes against lil Jones for me Jilly girly?" he rasps.

Jill looks at the dirty old man in horror and easily sidesteps him. She grabs her school back pack, then bounds down the stairs, running out the front door, the little bunny pulsing in her bottom, (platinum model) still full of energy and overachieving as bunnies do, the butterflies in her kitty starting to flap again as she gamely makes her way towards the school bus stop.

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"Ohhhh, are you going to torture me?" moans sixteen year old fluffer-girl Trixie, her short jet-black pixie bangs matted against her perspiring brow, smoky eye shadow now streaked down her pretty cheeks.

She hangs painfully by her slender wrists, the rope that binds them tied to a engine-lifting chain that rises to some electric winch on the ceiling. The little beads on the friendship bands that circle her wrists dig into her flesh as the tight cords numb her delicate fingers.

Her daytime clothing, a black "gothic Lolita" dress, is pulled high up her legs, the gusset of her Target horizontally striped, black and white tights visible under the hitched up frills of a short satin skirt and petticoats. At the end of her long legs, pink-suede ankle boots dangle uselessly, 18 inches above the oil splashed concrete floor.

A few feet from where she hangs, a man leans against a red 1960's sports car. He's tall maybe 6'8 and strong looking maybe 240lb, his white t shirt and jeans stained with grease.

His eyes are dark brown, and overflowing with anguish.

He glances at the cheap computer monitor that sits on a desk otherwise covered with car maintenance books.

He slams his fist against the desk and swears in what she thinks is Russian.

"Who is responsible for this BITCH!" he roars, the anger in his heavily accented voice sending tremors of anticipation up and down her inner thighs as Trixie's mind fills with terrible thoughts of the tortures he might inflict.

Trixie looks at him, and promises to herself that whatever happens she must not tell. Her wide brown eyes look at him with as much vulnerability as she can muster. "I won't tell you" she sobs. "I won't, I won't! You'll have to beat me!"

He lifts the baseball bat in his hands, cracking it against the V8 engine that hangs above the Mustang's hood. Something metal shatters onto the floor, the 380 cubic inch engine swinging in a wide arc on chains like the ones that suspend Trixie, the beam overhead creaking. And a tremor runs through Trixie's pussy, tears of fulfillment spilling from her eyes as she realizes the man might do terrible things to her.

He lifts the bat up, steps forward, and swings it against her belly. She feels the blow driving the air from her lungs, her legs flying up as she swings like a punished marionette, gasping in an effort to breath. An agony ripples through her tight belly and she wishes she could see the bruise that has to be rising under the clingy satin of her dress. And an orgasm spasms in her pelvis, helping her scream and sob and whimper.

"No.. no..... noo.. won't tell" she gasps, head falling forwards, as her little pussy clenches almost spastically, but keeping her wide, watery, doll-like eyes looking up desperately at this beautiful evil man who wants her to hurt.

He drops the bat, and steps forward, grabbing the frilled collar of Trixie's imported-from-Japan French-maid-styled "Baby, The Stars Shine Bright" Lolita dress with his thick powerful fingers. He pulls at it hard, the rippling muscles of his biceps shining under the bright work lights.

"Why. You help ruin my life whore!" he half shouts, half sobs, his sharply angled face so tragic she wants to kiss him. But as the collar tightens around her neck, choking her, she manages to spit a little sparkly private-schoolgirl saliva into his face.

"N...not t..t..telling" she chokes out, and he yanks harder, her treasured dress ripping from the collar, snapping the cute pink ribbons that criss-cross down the bodice, the satin tearing open and revealing her little bare 30A breasts. She looks down and almost gushes at the beauty of her desecrated costume, and the purple bruise that has indeed formed on her tender stomach.

His eyes harden as she shakes her head, reminding him that she'll never tell, and he walks past the car, pulling over a trolley on which sits a black metal box. "I try to give you chance" he mutters as he lifts two thick cables that attach to the box, one black, one red, each terminated with a massive gold-colored crocodile grip.

He lifts the black one, glaring with anger as his strong fingers press the serrated gold teeth flex three inches open, and lifts it to her little braless left breast. He lets go and powerful springs spring it closed, squeezing the puffy flesh of her entire boob into a squashed narrow mound, some of the teeth piercing her skin, a few little beads of blood dripping down her belly.

"Owwwww!" she gasps, her eyes clenching closed as pain rushes through her body, imagining to herself how mommy and daddy would feel if they could see her now.

She feels his hand and the coldness of the red grip against her calf. He lets it travel up against her Lolita tights and she looks down watching as he reaches the hem of her skirts and petticoats, feeling almost delirious apprehension as she realizes that he's going to hurt her little pussy.

He reaches under the frothy taffeta underskirts and finds the waistband of her tights, strong fingers slipping under the fabric and pulling hard. The elastic of both her tights and panties snap, cracking deliciously against her pelvis. The material falls down to hang around her coltish thighs, the sense of exposure making her gasp, as she thinks what a dirty little whore she is and how this is the punishment she was born for.

One of his hands finds her pixie-boot, his hand so big his fingers easily wrap all the way around her ankle. She makes herself relax her leg, wanting to submit herself to him without him knowing, feeling him lift her leg aside as she sways in her suspension. He lifts until her thighs are parted wide and she hears the huge crocodile connector open, listening to the squeak of the springs and feeling the coldness of the sharp pointed teeth brushing against her sparsely haired pussy and tight little asshole.

A sudden pang of fear rushes through her heart, as she hopes he won't notice that she, fluffer-girl Trixie, is actually a virgin, so she tries to distract him "I know.. ahhh, I know everything but I'm not going to tell you... uh... uh... I'm glad you're angreeeeee Ahhhhhh!"

Little Trixie's clitoris and anus are on fire as forty serrated copper teeth slap closed, squeezing into her, springs so cruelly molesting her teenaged body.

"SLUT!" he yells, slamming the grip upwards, harder, and she feels something give inside her creaming pussy, her virginity ripped from her by the battery clip of a "sears-workshop power-station" as the other half of the grip so cruelly rapes inside her tiny tight bottom hole.

Trixie sobs, letting her soul drown itself in her own agony and humiliation, body tingling as she feels the tickle of little beads of blood trickling from her pierced hymen and scratched anus.

He lets go of her ankle and her legs fall back together, thighs slapping together against the metal clip and sending another rush of bittersweet agony through Trixie's convulsing groin.

He crouches, several paces from her by the box that connects to the two cables. His hand rests on a red switch on the side of the box.

"Last chance" he says, his voice quiet.

He looks at her with as much desperation as anger.

"Who is he. Where is he".

Trixie hangs from the ceiling, her heart pounding, as she moans from her aches, her tongue licking against her dry lips, as the fear of what will follow thrills her.

"I'm... uh... ahhh... I'm not going to tell you" she stammers.

And his finger presses down, depressing the switch.

A burst of high-voltage, high-current electricity pulses from the powerful capacitors in the workshop power supply. It travels up the heavy gauge copper wire, fills the two metal clips and surges into Trixie's squashed breast, mashed clitoris and deeply penetrated bottom.

Her mouth opens wide, legs slamming up, then her back arching as the muscles in her body explode in agony. She screams massively but silently, her short pixie hair sticking up as her wide brown fawnish eyes roll in torment. Her throat gags, a froth of spitty bubbles dripping from her full pouting lips, while a spray of sweet-sixteen urine spurts from her burning urethra against the battery clip that grips against it, making it flash with burning sparks.

A bolt of lightning burns through her clitoris and anus and breast, sending a tidal wave of pleasure up through her womb, heart, and her mind.

He releases the button and her spastic legs continue to convulse, her body swaying on its chain, her skin covered in a sheen of perspiration, as she twitches a combination of anguish and orgasm.

Slowly her eyes open, tear-filled, and innocent, an expression of contentment on her pretty face.

"Tha... thank you for doing that to me. B...But I think I've had enough?" trixie whispers. "wha... wha... what do you want to know?"

As his eyes look at the tortured girl before him a sense of guilt intrudes on Viktor Kalasnikov's anger. For the first time he notices both old and fresh scars on her bare arms and wrists.

He realizes that she wanted to hurt. That she hurt herself too. He realizes that the girl before him is still a child, the broken product of a cruel world just as Katerina had been when he'd met her in that St Petersburg whorehouse.

His brow deep set in confusion he walks to the hanging girl and gently removes the two clips, feeling remorseful as he sees her still misshapen little breast, the bleeding dots that tattoo her groin and the little lines of red that descend to soak into the ripped thighs of her ruined tights.

Mechanically, he walks to the wall, pressing the button that lets the chain descend, then collecting a large towel that he wraps around her shoulder, as she slowly crumples onto the concrete floor.

"I think this is yours" he says, and her eyes flicker with recognition. "Yes" she whispers. "My towel.. thank-you".

His hands untie the rope from her wrists, and he cradles his powerful arms under her shoulders and knees, carrying her over to the old sofa that sits next to his desk. Slowly he sits down, Trixie curled against him, her head falling against his powerful chest.

Turning her head painfully she looks at him. "tell me why you took me from the studio?" she whispers, needing his comfort, her arm reaching to hug around his waist, as she presses her warm young body closer to him. Her eyes look at him with compassion and as she sees his eyes well with tears, she feels his pain. "tell me what's hurting you?" she asks.

He looks at her, and nods.

"I'm Viktor Kalasnikov and my world has fallen apart" he half whispers, and pulls herself up to kiss his cheek.

"Its ok Viktor. You're not from New Jersey are you?"

He shakes his head and manages a small smile.

"No. I'm from Russia".

Trixie softly smiles, the agony in her body starting to subside. "I think you have a lovely accent" she whispers, slowly lifting higher, trying not to wince because she doesn't want to make poor Viktor any more sad. She eases her thigh over his knee so she faces him, a knee on each side of his hips. "Are you from Moscow?" she asks, reaching down to take his huge hands in her tiny ones.

He nods. "From nearby. But I go to St Petersburg, I be a Stevedore when I seventeen".

Trixie's brow rises "a Stevedore?" she whispers uncertainly, her girlish breath warm against his cheek.

"I work at docks" he says. "I strong, I help move things, I use big cranes, I put big boxes on ships".

"that's a nice job" smiles Trixie. "Its nice to work outside I think. So why did you come to America?"

Viktor looks at her youth and manages a nostalgic smile. "Of course I meet a girl. A young girl like you I think. Seventeen."

Trixie smiles sweetly. "Yes, Like me! I'm nearly seventeen. Did the girl work as a Stevedore too?"

Viktor smiles again. "No no. Is difficult work. Too hard for woman. And she slim and pretty and young. Katerina was dancer, dancer in St Petersburg bar. I see her when I go for Vodka. I fall in love"

"I wanted to be a stripper" remembers Trixie. "But they all say I'm too young? You don't think I'm too young do you Mr Viktor?"

He looks at her carefully and shakes his head. "She has big eyes like you. I think she has Asian mama but she not know her family. She dance pretty, she move like innocent, she dance like child. Bar-mama dress her in pajama top and white panty. Other girl look like whore. She look like angel"

Trixie giggles and kisses his cheek again. "Aww. She sounds so cute Mr Viktor?"

"Yes, cute" he nods sadly. "But she drink like cute fish. She come sit with me and finish half Vodka bottle! But is ok, she come home with me"

"You're very handsome. I think any girl would go home with you?" says Trixie, kissing her new Russian friend on the nose.

Viktor shakes his head. "No... I poor, not so easy get girl in Russia. I take her my apartment, 10th floor, no elevator. I cannot pay her, but she sit with me and she do her drug while I talk to her. Then she undress and we make love. After she do more drug and tell me she is sad. She want live USA"

Trixie shakes her head sadly. "So many girls take crack" she says.

He looks at her critically "You take drug? I make her go clean before I take her USA. I hate drug" he replies eyes looking down angrily.

Trixie lifts her finger to his chin, lifting it, making him look at her. "Aw no honey, I don't but we all have our weaknesses?" She points at the scars on her arms then smiles softly looking over to where she had been chained twenty minutes earlier. "My mom put me in a home because I cut myself. I ran away to become a porn star but I couldn't even do that right... I must be the only virgin porn girl in America?"

Viktor's gives her another small smile and even a laugh.

"Haha. Yes, maybe".

"You have a nice smile" Trixie whispers. "And you're kinda hot when you're angry too" she giggles. "So you brought her here? Your girl? You brought Katerina?"

"Two months later we in container coming to New York City. I make cage behind boxes, fill with food and blanket. Make hole for air. Free ride".

Her eyebrows raise. "A container? Wow. That must be scary..."

Viktor nods remembering "yes like coffin. First on train to Holland, then on Ship cross Atlantic. Freight noise all day all night. Wave from storm crack on roof, leak through holes. Katerina sick with no drug, I give her food, keep her warm. But we get to USA"

"Then you had a happy ending!" smiles Trixie.

He frowns, shaking his head "Katerina learn English, I learn car" he says waving his arm around the shop. "I work hard, she go school. One year after come we have baby. Beautiful baby girl who look like Katerina. I work more hard, buy trailer, buy blankets and doll for baby"

"Aww" smiles Trixie. "You have a baby girl? Does she look like you too?"

He nods and smiles. "She not baby now, seven now. Maybe next year we sell trailer, buy house so she have better life". He pauses and frowns. "But now? This my plan before. Now everything bad."

Viktor goes quiet and looks down again. Then he reaches for Trixie and pushes her off his lap. Trixie falls to the hard floor and eases herself back from him, more out of respect for the man, out of sympathy for whatever is hurting him so much, than from any fear.

"Viktor... Viktor what changed?" she asks gently looking up at him, her voice shaking, because suddenly she has a terrible feeling that she might know.

He looks down at her, his eyes more aflame with fury than when he had beaten her.

Any traces of nostalgic pleasure in his voice are gone and his words are now soulless, almost robotic. "What is name of your boss? What is name of boss at Studio?"

"Joe... Joe Hoffman" Trixie replies.

He nods, his hands curling into fists. "Yes, Photographer Joe. He have daughter? Where he live?"

"Yes, he has Jilly. She's a schoolgirl at St Harriot's. They live in the old Lakeside Mansion... By the golf course?" murmurs Trixie, her suspicions becoming stronger.

His head still down, Viktor's body is shaking. "Yesterday police call me to hospital. Katerina overdose on bad drug. She sick sick. My girl tell me drug is Mommy's secret. My girl say Photographer Joe is my girl's secret."

Trixie feels her own eyes starting to tear up, a shiver running through her aching body as he looks away from her and stands, walking to his desk and pulling open a drawer, reaching inside and taking out a black semi-automatic handgun.

"My girl stay at hospital with her mama. I come my shop, look internet. I find Joe website, I pay three hundred dollar for password".

Viktor snaps a cartridge into the grip.

"I get address. I find you and I hurt you. I am sorry. I see photo and I hurt Joe Hoffman more. I destroy all he have."

Trixie nods sadly.

"What.. what is your daughter's name Viktor?" she whispers.

He reaches forward and twists the monitor so she can see it, a little girl's face looking sorrowfully at the lens, cum and vomit leaking from her cheeks onto a plastic baby doll in her hands. Playful childish letters have been photo-shopped onto the picture:

'Latest Shoot! Little Niki-Model becomes a puke whore!'

As he walks towards the shop's side door he pulls back the gun's slide, loading a round and cocking the hammer.

Viktor glances a final time at the monitor, and then speaks, his voice croaking and vehement with fury.

"My baby is Nikita"

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Poor Jilly's plan to seduce papa had failed, and to make it worse, she had not just a double period to start her Tuesday, but a double period of pre-algebra with a silly vibrating and furiously twisting rabbit lodged in her under-dressed bottom.

"This is the graph of y=x" old Mr Brown had said. "Look at the line, what does it look like?"

Jilly immediately thought of the angle of an erect cocky, ready to push into a hungry tingly pussy like hers, the image causing girly cum to leak from the leg openings of her panties and make a little puddle on her seat.

"Jill Hoffman, have you got ants in your pants? Concentrate! Now this is the chart of y=Sin X. Jilly perhaps you can describe the shape?"

Jill had looked at the mountainous hill and the two heavy valleys on each side, and could truly only think of one thing as the butterflies partied and she gasped and shivers tickled up and down her inner thighs.

"Uh... ummm.. a boy's private parts?" she had moaned, the other girls giggling with laughter as old Mr Brown glared at her, walked to her desk and pushed a yellow detention slip into her hand.

Fortunately the teacher's telephone had rang, and some crisis averted hers. "Our guest student teacher from France will take over. Be good, especially you Miss Hoffman!" he ordered, walking to the door.

For several minutes the girls half tease and half congratulate Jill on her funny answer as she tries to smile and take the credit gracefully. Though she keeps herself firmly sat in her seat, as little waves of orgasm continue to course through her adolescent body.

Then the door opens, and a beautiful pretty dark haired woman, walks into the room, her narrow hips softly swinging as she smiles seductively at the room full of schoolgirls.

"Bonjour pretty girls! I am Francesca!" she says , her eyes brown and so sensual, her hair a fashionable bob cut and so European, her beautiful voice so lovely and sexy to Jilly's ears. Jilly's eyes are transfixed by her body, by the cashmere sweater that clings to small but perfectly shaped Parisian breasts, by the woman's little pert ass so tightly hugged by a short Chanel mini-skirt.

The pretty woman looks at the notes from Mr Brown and walks to the board, taking a stick of chalk and reaching up high. The little skirt's hem tickles up the back of her lovely thighs, her sweater lifting to reveal an inch of pretty skin, and Jilly imagines kissing her, kissing a pretty French supply teacher, licking her calf length black boots, the backs of her knees, the seams of her hose, her bottom and back and neck and mouth and pussy.

"This is a petit cercle moi petites amies. Its radius is five centimeters. If I have a long rod, that is a meter long but that has four sides of 10 centimeters each can I push it into the tight little circle?"

"Ummm.. uh... ahh..." Jilly moans, her little pussy convulsing inside her utterly soaking plastic panties, the other girls giggling quietly.

"Mmm, Mr Brown warned me about you" giggles the dark haired beauty. "You are Jilly! Please come to the blackboard Mademoiselle?"

Nervously, and on quaking legs, Jilly stands, her little pink baby girl top squeezed against her tween breasts, her little flirty schoolgirl skirt dancing around her panties.

"Oh what a jolie fille you are!" smiles the flirty French woman walking forwards and taking Jill's small hand hands in her own. Together they walk to the board, the lovely woman slipping her arm around Jilly's waist. "What do you think my petit bébé? Will the big stick fit into the little hole?"

Jilly nods and looks up at the pretty lady. "Yes miss" she whispers, slipping her own arm around her teacher then falling against her as a climax thunders through her little kitty. "Ahhhhhh.... Oui ... Because the little hole will stretch?"

Miss Francesca smiles softly, and bows forwards to gently kiss Jilly on the lips, the scent of French perfume filling Jilly with new lust, just as the window smashes and a man jumps through it and into the classroom, his face furious and tragic, a gun in his hand, and a grease stained t-shirt tight against his muscular torso.

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