The girl was full of sperm. Her bum, her pussy and her mouth were all leaking the thick rivers of cum as she lay on the bed in her uncle's home. He and all his friends had just finished using her and had gone back downstairs for a drink and a rest before they came back for more. She would be fucked savagely, repeatedly over the next few days until it was time to go home. She had been raped repeatedly over the past six weeks and now they had broken her completely, she did anything they wanted now. She knew the when she got home she would say nothing to anyone, her father would be enjoying her as soon as she arrived home. He had visited her and had taken part in the rapes.

The pretty twelve year old would serve her men for the rest of her natural life, it was what she was bred for just like her other sisters.

The door to the room opened and a huge black man stood there. His cock was long and thick and his face handsome as he smiled down at her. She smiled back, unafraid. He advanced on the bed and climbed between her shapely thighs.

Carol Denny sat in the back of the black Mercedes as it was chauffeured through the London streets, she was elegantly dressed in black and a white feather boa around her delicate shoulders. The sunshades she wore were mirrored and reflected everything from the big car's windows as it glided past the houses of parliament buildings. She smiled as she saw a tall blonde man look in her direction.

"He'd make a nice pet." she thought as the car moved away from the corner.

It took nearly forty minutes for her to reach her destination, the large detached house in Surrey. The car drove through the high metal gates as they swung open automatically, it pulled up in front of the building and the butler opened the door for her. She smiled in recognition of the man and took his hand as he helped her out of the vehicle.

"Thank you Uncle Peter, make sure my things are taken from the car into the house." she said and moved quickly to the open front door. The young man in the maid's uniform and dog collar smiled as she handed him her feather boa.

"Send Timmie to me, I need relief!" she told the effeminate man who curtsied and rushed off.

Carol went into her bedroom and changed out of her clothes and then wrapped her blue silk gown around her sleek body, it moulded to her supple curves and she strode out of the room and down to the living room where she languished on her huge white leather sofa. She smiled as the new boy was brought in to her and curled her finger at him.

"Come here Timmie," she said spreading her glorious thighs, exposing her glistening, moist vagina. "It's time for your snack."

The huge cock of the big black man surged in and out of the girl's bowels, causing her to moan and wince every time he sank his throbbing erection deep into her bottom. She wrung the sheets in her had and the man soothed her as he endeavoured to fit all of his monstrous penis inside her small body.

He would bugger the girl for a long, long time before that happened.

Carol went down to her basement wearing a mask that covered her whole face. The dungeon was an old one that had been there before the house was built. She had renovated it and adapted it to suit her needs. Now the different racks and tables housed several young boys in various positions, each one writhing in torment to her delight. She trailed her fingers over the skin of her latest conquest, the slender and very pretty black boy she had acquired on her last expedition through Brixton. His family would miss him of course, but she would allow him to visit them once his training was complete and he was totally obedient to her alone. It might take many years, but it would happen as it had done so many times now that she had perfected her techniques.

She looked down into his frightened brown eyes and smiled at him. He couldn't see the smile under her mask, just the dark lenses where her eyes hid.

"Soon my pet, very soon." she whispered and pressed the button that activated the table. She shuddered with excitement and his muffled screamed reached her ears and the boys body was probed and sucked.

The huge black man erupted again into the girl and finally dragged his softening erection from her quivering body. She lay there gasping for breath and turned her head to smile up at him. He smiled back at her and got off the bed, walking to the door. "Come back soon Honey!" she sighed and dropped her head back onto the pillows. He nodded to the girl and left the room, he knew that when he had taken her from her uncle and his friends that he loved her. Now he did everything she had asked of him and more. He didn't know if she felt the same about him, but it didn't matter. He would belong to her no matter what she decided later on.

Inside the room, the exhausted girl rolled onto her back and giggled as she looked up at the ceiling. She had enjoyed watching him break her uncle and his friends, now she enjoyed feeling him ream her sex-crazed body. She loved having him up her arse, it had always been her favourite thing since her uncle first visited her in her bedroom all those years ago. But the man had 'whored' her out to his friends and let them beat her for no reason. That was what had angered her more than anything. Then the gorgeous black monster had come and even though her uncle had urged him to hurt her, he had withheld and made her cum so much that she though her head would explode. Her uncle had sent him packing, but the man had sneaked back several times during the early mornings and made love to her in the prison that was her bedroom. Now he had freed her and taken her away from that place, he wanted to take her home but she had decided to stay with him instead. She was old enough now to do what she wanted and worked as a legal secretary for a small law firm. She had gained a job for her hunk as an investigator and the two of them now had a nice house in Woodford. She knew she had strong feelings for the man and even wore an engagement ring she had bought both of them. The man smiled shyly as she placed the ring on his finger and she kissed him hard, her ring was her mark of ownership of him.

Carol kept checking on the boy. He was so perfect for her, he already had certain markers that pointed to his future bearing and physical size. Soon she would bulk him up and put him through his paces. She would let the boy see her face only when she came to 'rescue' him. But first she had to break him completely.

He was a perfect physical match for her lost lover, he would be coaxed and trained until he was very close to what her man had been. She raised her hand and looked at the ring still on her finger. She would only remove it when she was satisfied and the boy wore her new ring, the one she kept in the special box in her safe. She looked up and watched the boy being raped by the machines, the drugs being pumped into his system and the audio/video helmet continually brainwashing him.

"Soon my sweet, very soon."

She had staggered from the door of the operating theatre after they told her the news. She had screamed and screamed before someone gave her a sedative and placed her on a nearby bed to rest. Now she just felt numb and as she walked away from the place where they had tried to save her lover, the girl, now a woman, swore vengeance.

She knew who had killed her man, her uncle and his cohorts. They had finally come after them, but she had escaped the accident when her darling had shoved her out of the door at the last minute, throwing her into the grass before the car tumbled over the cliff. She had sustained bruises but he had been fatally injured.

Much later she stood looking down at his damaged brown face that had once been so very handsome.

She picked up his limp hand and squeezed it in hers, enjoying their contrasting skin tones again for the last time.

Carol read the reports again and smiled. The thing that was left of her uncle was still performing very well, it was just a piece of meat now and had not much left of it's mind, but it performed it's function well enough. She had had it tortured continuously until it was no longer the man who had been her uncle, her molester and the killer of her love.

She had broken him completely and done the same with his cohorts. They had been re-programmed and now were her house staff, effeminate and obedient. Her uncle however had never been able to recover from what she had subjected him to. His child-like brain was sufficient to take commands and he was put to work in the gardens and anywhere she chose.

The woman had studied nights and was now a qualified lawyer. She had begun by apprenticing to the senior partners when they saw her potential, and then she had taken a few smaller cases and won spectacularly. Within two years she had so many wins under her belt the they made her a junior partner in the firm and she thrived. With a quick brain and a determined character, she soon overtook the older male partners and was the main breadwinner for the firm. A year later she not only became a full partner in the firm, but she was now the lead partner and made all the decisions. She had become quite rich now.

Then she met Phylis Green, the biochemist who had been accused of killing her husband with some exotic drug. There was no evidence of course, but enough circumstantial evidence to warrant a trial. She had not only won the case but made a new and powerful ally. The two women had much in common and since she had known that the woman had in fact murdered her husband, she confided in her about her own dark past.

"Whatever you need, I'll provide." she said as she reached over to hold the lawyer's hand as it lay on the table near her drink. "By the way, what is your first name? What does the 'C' stand for?"

"Carol. Carol Denny." she smiled.

For both women it was a new day.

Carol watched her boy develop into a strong, obedient man. She had gone to his room many a night to caress the sleeping man, his dark brown skin thrilling as she traced her hand across it.

She had decided to use his own name rather than call him by her, now dead, lover's name.

"Peter, wake up honey!" she said softly into his ear.

The boy stirred and opened his eyes, smiling brightly as he saw her face. She stroked his face and leaned close to kiss his lips, so much like her love's. He was her new love now, she would nurture him and train him to be her ultimate partner. The boy already loved her beyond anything she had hope, he would do anything she wished.

Now, as she undressed and climbed into the bed next to him she pulled the sheets back to reveal his arousal and reached down to caress it.

"Oh Peter, I need you so much." she said to him. He pulled her down to him and they made love until the skies outside began to brighten up.

End