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From: Clem Kadiddlehppper <manco6204@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} Crystal's First Day - Revised (M/g nc ped sm ws)
Date: Tue, 12 Jun 2001 22:10:02 -0400
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   Crystal's First Day - Revised (m/g ped nc sm)

   Note: Sorry for the quick repost, but I saw several errors and typos
when I read it online.  Comments are welcome to manco6204@yahoo.com,
besides how I should be hung from the nearest lamp post for even having
such thoughts, much less writing them out (no argument).  Never mind
content, that's a problem for the dark recesses of my mind, but more like,
is it well written?  Any style points?



   1.  She waits

   The girl sat on the edge of the small bed, waiting.  She was alone in
the small basement room, but had wrapped a sheet around her to cover up,
not being comfortable being naked.  She had woken up from a drugged sleep
only two hours before to find herself in a windowless room with
white-painted walls that were apparently steel.  There was a door with no
hinges or handle, locked solid, and the only breaks in the enamel walls
were small ventilation ducts covered with closely set stainless steel bars.
If the nature of the room wasn't enough of a hint, the instructions left
for her to read by her unknown captor made her predicament clear.  She had
been kidnapped and was about to be used as a sex toy by a man.  He lips
quivered as she sobbed quietly in anticipation.  Her name was Crystal.

   Crystal was a pretty girl with long, light-brown wavy hair falling over
her shoulders.  Her school friends said she was a dead ringer for Linda
Blair in the ``Exorcist'' movie that had recently been re-released, and her
face promised more maturity than her ten-year old body delivered.  Her
bottom had lost the flatness of youth and filled her jeans in a beguiling
curve, but her pussy was smooth and clean of hair, and her breasts mere
bulges under her puffy pink nipples.  Her belly retained the soft cushion
of baby fat, and her thighs were fleshy.

   Her young life had been filled with tragedy, both her parents being lost
in a plane accident before she entered first grade.  Without any competent
relatives, she was a ward of the state, living in a group home where girls
lived pending adoption.  Little did she know that her captor was fully
aware of her history, and had chosen her for precisely that reason.  He had
carefully broken into the office of the group home, examining the files on
the girls living there.  When he entered her room some nights later and
covered her sleeping face with a chloroform-soaked cloth, he knew that her
departure would be dismissed as just another runaway story, as the missing
clothes and personal effects he had removed from her room would attest.  He
later burned them.  She would have no further need of clothing in her new
life.  The routine notices were given to the police and the case was filed
away with all the other missing person reports and soon forgotten.

   2.  Awake

   Crystal had come awake in the small room lying in bed aching all over.
Her wrists and ankles had red chaffed bands around them and she felt a dull
pain between her legs.  She was naked.  Above her was a fluorescent light
fixture enclosed in a steel grate.  As she regained her senses, she scanned
the room for the first time.  The bed was in one corner, and across a thin
aisle were bathroom appliances, a small shower stall, a sink, a toilet and
what she recognized as a bidet, though she had never actually used one. 
There was a hose attached to a fixture looped around a bracket with some
sort of plastic nozzle on the end.  In her confused state she merely noted
the details without comprehension.  At the far end of the room set into
wall were a few steel shelves filled with soaps and plastic bottles of
various sorts, and plain white towels.  A television and a VCR were set
into the wall behind what appeared to be a plexiglass shield.  A remote
control was sitting on a stapled document lying on top of a stack of
towels. She saw but did not register two green plastic lenses on top of the
door frame and what appeared to be a speaker.  A camera behind its
plexiglass shield set into the far wall was noted and catalogued by her
racing mind.

   Sitting up nearly made her ill, but she gradually recovered and stood up
tentatively, more aware now of her surroundings.  Something was seriously
wrong.  She recognized nothing that she was familiar with from the group
home.  Was she being punished somehow, was this solitary confinement?  All
manner of possibilities flashed through her mind as she considered the
room, the raw skin of her wrists and ankles and again the dull ache inside
her cleft.  Recognition forced its way past her mental denials; she was a
captive and had been raped, she was kidnapped and held for ransom, aliens
had abducted and probed her, these and darker possibilities forced out more
pedestrian explanations.

   Her body interrupted her musing to remind her of its needs.  She was
desperately thirsty, and needed to pee and poop bad.  There were no glasses
or any other utensils, so she slurped water from her hands in the sink
before cramps drove her to sit on the toilet and void in racking bursts.

   As she flushed and cleaned herself with the tissue rolls stacked on the
floor beside the toilet she began to weep and sob.  What was going on,
where was she?  Quickly her state turned to anger.  Who had the right to do
this to her?  She wiped a final time, and while the toilet refilled, walked
the few steps to the outline of the door.  Her fingers tried to find a
grip, but it was clearly hopeless.  She started pounding on the door and
began to yell.  ``Help!  Let me out!''.  It was like pounding on stone, and
her words merely echoed around her cell.  She threw herself on the bed and
sobbed into the thin pillow for awhile.

   3.  Instructions

   After some time Crystal came to herself again, curiosity getting the
better of her.  Again her eyes swept the small room, noting the bidet, the
hose and nozzle, the camera, the green lights above the door, now dark, the
television behind the plastic shield; and now her eyes lighted again on the
stack of towels, the TV remote on top of the papers.  She walked over and
picked up the remote, punching the `on' button, but nothing happened. 
Still holding the remote she grabbed the papers and sat on the bed.  She
was afraid to read them, as the reality of her situation became clearer. 
She was only ten, but not dumb.  She had been taken, abused somehow, she
was captive in a locked room that could only be a cell.  She was naked, and
there were no clothes anywhere.  No kidnapper's cell could explain the
bidet, the soaps and lotions and whatever appliance the hose and nozzle
represented except sex.  They were to make her clean.  Desirable.  It was
obvious, which is why she was afraid to read what she guessed correctly was
a set of instructions.  But there was nothing left to do.  She picked up
the papers and started to read:

   ``Greetings Crystal.  You have been taken from your home by me.  I broke
into your room and drugged you while you were asleep.  I packed you in a
duffle bag along with your clothes, your purse, shoes and everything else
that looked important to you.  I found your diary underneath the drawer. 
The home will think you ran away.  What other explanation will there be? 
You are mine, and no one will be looking for you.''



   ``You have had an operation, which is why your pussy aches.  I tied you
down to a table while you were unconscious and removed your hymen
surgically.  In case you didn't know, your hymen was a small band of flesh
that constricted the opening to your vagina.  You are young and small, and
it was safer to remove it than to tear it as I rape you for the first of
many times''.

   ``The first thing you must understand is that you will obey.  Quickly,
without reservation.  Any act that I demand you perform will be done
immediately and with full attention and effort.  You will not speak unless
spoken to.  You will acknowledge my commands with ``yes sir''.  The
slightest deviation will result in punishment without delay.''

   ``What is punishment?  It's time for a video demonstration.  Before
reading the next page, take the remote control and punch the buttons 1, 2,
and 3 in sequence, and then the on button.''

   Crystal read the page without emotion, as it confirmed what she already
had guessed.  The information about her operation was a surprise, and she
touched herself `down there' tentatively, not being able to even bring a
name for her genitals into her virgin thoughts.  She had never even
inserted a finger into that hole, though she knew it was there and more or
less what it was for.  She shivered and broke into sobs again briefly,
before considering the remote.  Somehow she knew she must do as she was
told, but she also knew she was not going to like what she saw. 
Punishment? She considered what that might mean and what the video would
show.  A demonstration?  But with who?

   4.  Example

   Crystal did as the instructions said, pressing the 1, 2, and 3 buttons
and then the `on' button.  The TV clicked and crackled and the lights on
the VCR panel came to life, announcing with a symbol that a tape was
playing.  An image surfaced on the TV screen of a man facing into the
camera.  The man was middle aged, but it was hard to tell because he was
chubby and his skin was smooth.  Actually he was fat, as made abundantly
clear by the fact that he was wearing nothing but a untied robe and
slippers.  Worse, his male organ poked into the camera, its red tip swollen
and stiff through a tangle of hair above his sacks.  She knew what it was,
but this was different than a textbook drawing and it was somehow
incredibly obscene.  She screwed up her face in disgust as the man spoke.

   ``Hi there sweetheart.  I'll be seeing you soon.  In the meantime, let
me introduce you to a prior occupant of your room, young Becky here.'' He
moved aside from the camera and swept his arm toward a wall where a naked
young blonde girl was fixed, her back to camera, with her wrists and ankles
held in restraint loops attached to the wall.  Between her legs was some
sort of odd ceramic appliance, like the bidet in the cell, but smaller.  He
blonde hair whipped back and forth as the girl struggled.  Apparently she
was gagged, as only muffled cries could be heard from the tape.

   ``Becky just got here, just like you, only some years ago.  She's now
tied to the wall outside your cell, in case you wondered.  Becky had a
chance to obey me, but she decided not too.  Now she is about to be
punished, and I thought it would be good to document the procedure for the
future, to properly instruct the girls that follow her, like you. 
Punishment is the same for any offense, and consists of being whipped
severely.  Here, let me show you.'' He moved across the back of the
whimpering little girl, patting her bottom on the way, and came back into
view with a thin bamboo cane in his hand, whistling it back and forth. 
``Punishment consists of five hard strokes with this cane.  As you can see
this is a viscous instrument, and if I hit little Becky here with it, her
flesh would soon be a torn-up mess.  I don't want that, so I took a page
from the Marquis de Sade.'' Hearing these words the girl on the wall again
struggled in her restraints, and a small stream of piss could be seen
between her legs flowing into the small ceramic basin, the purpose of which
was now clear.

   Crystal's attention was drawn back to the fat, nearly naked man as he
held up what appeared to be a girdle, though with odd straps and buckles,
and no front at all.  ``See this?  Notice how the cloth panel is curved to
fit little Becky's butt cheeks here?  When I strap it on her, I'll cane her
as hard as I can, and her ass will come out good as new.  But for Becky it
will feel like she's being ripped apart.  Well, let's get to it, OK?  First
we need to prevent Becky from shitting herself, as she was a bad girl and
didn't give herself the enema as instructed''.  The meaning of the hose and
nozzle became apparent to Crystal, as she briefly turned her attention to
her surroundings again.

   Disappearing for a moment, he returned with something made of black
plastic with a hose and bulb dangling from it.  Whistling cheerfully, he
smeared cream on it and moved over to the girl, spreading her ass cheeks
with his hands.  ``Ah, very nice, what a cherry!  Isn't her little ass
cute?'', he asked the camera.  He placed the device to her rectum and
started to twist it, what could now be seen as some sort of tapered plug.
The girl struggled and bunched up her butt cheeks straining to exclude the
foreign object from her ass, but the well-lubricated plug slipped past her
defenses easily.  The man paused to paddle the girls cheeks with his bare
hand, speaking to her, ``if you relax your bottom this won't hurt as bad,
stupid''.  He stroked her cheeks with his hands, and gave them a small
series of spanks while he chuckled to himself, while the hose and bulb from
the butt plug swung back and forth.  Turning his attention back to his
work, he grasped the bulb and pumped it several times, which caused the
girl to let loose with more muffled screams.  He then detached the hose as
he spoke to the camera, ``Becky has a bit between her teeth, so she can't
speak to you at the moment, in case you wondered.  If she didn't have
something to bite on, she might break a tooth when the punishment begins. I
have to be an amateur dentist to keep a young girl very long, but it's not
something I enjoy doing''.  Crystal paused to consider the meaning of his
words before turning her attention back to the TV screen.



   The man moved to the girl and began strapping the girdle to her thighs.
He then pulled it up taught and fastened a belt around her tummy.  Finally
two dangling straps were pulled between her bum, and then underneath her on
either side of her girl flesh, making it bulge out obscenely.  He seemed to
take delight in pulling the straps up hard, making the girl struggle and
whimper anew, apparently fastening them to the belly belt, though the
precise manner was hidden by the girl's back, which now shined with sweat
from fear.  Again the girl peed into the basin, this time through the
bulging flesh between legs, which was glowing red at this point.

   ``There, all trussed up'' the man said, turning to the camera again, as
he ran his hands over the fabric of the girdle stretched over the girls's
asscheeks.  ``See how tight this is?  Like a drum''.  He moved into the
camera, which went out of focus in a blur for a moment, and then the
picture resolved back into the man standing behind and to the side of the
spread-eagled girl.  ``OK, here we go.  Watch carefully, and consider
putting yourself where young Becky stands before you read the remaining
instructions''.  Crystal had the pages in her hands, which were now
somewhat crumpled from her tense grip as she watched the screen.  Somehow
she was unable to tear her eyes away, though she knew what was to come.

   As her mental attention returned to the screen, the man had drawn back
the thin cane and with a terrible crack whipped the poor girl on her
girdled ass.  The reaction from her was immediate, her entire body tensing
into bunched-up muscles as the pain ripped into her.  Pee flowed freely
from her pushed-out cunt lips as she howled piteously into the gag, her
hair whipping back and forth as she strained to turn her eyes to her
tormentor, as if her look could somehow do the pleading her gag denied her
voice.  Crystal was shocked by the violence of the stroke.  Aside from the
crack of the cane striking the girl, it was evident by the temporary
indentation in her ass as the cane whipped down, that the man had struck
her with intense force, multiplied by the speed of the flexible bamboo as
it slashed through the air.

   Before she could react further, the man was grunting with the effort as
the second stroke again struck the girl with another loud crack!  The girl
was just beginning to enter the throes of her recoil from the hit as he
laid a third stroke on her.  Crystal heard him laugh as the girl slumped in
her restraints, clearly having passed out from the pain.  ``Oh no you
don't'', she heard off camera, as the man returned with what was apparently
a small jar of smelling salts, which he waved in front of the girl. 
Sputtering and shaking her head, she came awake and almost instantly
screamed into her gag, peeing into the basin the last few drops left to
her. ``Two more'', the man said, and the girl's head turned back and forth
saying ``no'' as her hair bounced across her back.

   Again he moved to side of the camera angle and laid two more quick
strokes across the whitebound ass of the girl, drawing forth more moans and
screams as the girls fists opened and closed, and her feet twisted in the
restraints, incapable of moving her ass from the hellish cane blows. 
``There, that's five, Becky, though I wager it won't be the last today. 
You may try to obey, but it will take some time for your instincts to work
right.  That's OK'', the man said as he stroked her hair like some kind
father would do, ``I like it!'', he laughed.  The girl moaned in response,
but relaxed somewhat in her restraints as it appeared the assault had
ended.

   Turning back to speak to the camera, he again addressed the future girl
sitting on her bed in her cell, watching the TV with the papers now fully
crumpled in her balled-up fists, which were pressed into her lap, as she
cried.  No!  This couldn't be happening, Crystal complained to no one,
turning her attention back to her situation, trying to force denial on
reality.  The man was speaking again as he un-strapped the odd girdle from
the whipped girl in the video.  Apparently he had removed the gag while
Crystal was mentally distracted, because the girl's pleas and moans could
now clearly be heard, ``no, please, leave me alone''.  ``Shut up!'' the man
said.  Can't you remember anything?  You do not speak unless spoken to. 
Punishment, five strokes''.

   Before the girl could react the bit gag was back in her mouth, as the
man strapped up the girdle again, taking pains to stretch the crotch straps
up hard underneath the horror-struck girl.  It all seemed to move in fast
motion to Crystal.  As the man played with the girls sex for a moment, she
heard him say ``what a nice little puffy pussy, I can't wait until it
heals'', and then proceeded to lay five blistering strokes on the girl's
ass again, crack, snap, crack!  as the man counted, ``one, two, three ,
four and uh!  five'', whap!  The girl's body quivered and shook as the
blows landed, her reactions as violent as the first set or more so. 
Apparently the pain the cane delivered was not something one became
accustomed to.  ``Just disobey one more time, Becky, please?  Say just one
word'', as he removed her gag again.  But the girl on the screen had enough
presence of mind not to repeat her error.  She wasn't fully trained of
course, and many more sessions were in her future, but for the moment she
whimpered in silence as the man removed the girdle.

   Crystal was amazed at the condition of the girl's bottom on the screen.
It was glowing in bright red bands where the cane had landed, but was not
marked in any way.  Apparently the girdle had done its job.  She became
aware that the man was speaking to her again from the TV, and she was
disgusted to see that he was moving his stiff member between the red cheeks
of the girl, pressing them together with his hands.  ``Well, I'm going to
amuse myself for a moment, so you'll have to excuse me.  I hope young Becky
did a good job with the video instruction.  Remember; any word out of
place, any hesitation in obeying a command, and this is you strapped to the
wall''.  He need not have said anything further, Crystal had gotten the
message many minutes ago.  The video came to an end with the man grunting
and thrusting his thing between the girls's bottom halves, still strapped
to the wall.  ``Now don't forget to read the instructions carefully'', he
ended with a cheerful wave to the camera.

   5.  Further instructions

   The TV had turned off on its own, and the video player was obviously
rewinding the tape as Crystal looked down at the papers crumpled in her
fists.  She hadn't realized what her hands were doing, and as she unfolded
them they ached from being balled up so hard.  She realized her whole body
was tense and sweating, and made an effort to unwind.  How long ago had the
video been made?  What happened to the girl in the film?  She appeared to
be younger than Crystal, did the man just capture children?  He had said
``young girls'' on the tape.  Had he done this many times?  Did he kill the
girls when he became tired of them?  She couldn't help but consider these
thoughts.

   She got up for a moment and again looked down at her sore crotch.  She
had no pet word for it, she realized.  What had the man called it?  A
``pussy'' that was it.  He had said it needed to heal, when referring the
girl named Becky in the film; had he operated on her as well?  She put her
finger down there again and moved it past the little bump, which was oddly
sensitive and stiff, she noticed.  She was slick between the smooth lips
and her finger slid easily through the clean folds of her mound as she
sought the secret hole.  She placed a finger tip inside and found to her
surprise that her progress was blocked by what felt like cotton, or gauze.
Apparently there was a plug inside her where the incision was made, which
made her feel sick for a moment.  There was no mirror in the room, so there
was no way for her to see between her legs.  She thought again of the fat
man's member pushing between the soft red cheeks of the whipped girl's ass.
God!  That will be me soon, she thought.  What can I do?



   There was nothing to do but sit back down on the bed again, avoiding a
damp spot where she had sat watching the film.  Crystal unfolded the
papers, and turned the page, reading again the rules for her future life.

   ``For the first few weeks of your stay with me you will follow this set
of instructions.  Later maybe there will be more freedom and favors
granted, but for now there will be only punishment if you fail.  You will
have the privilege of decent food only if you have been exceptionally
talented in your role''.  Crystal wondered at the meaning of this, and
guessed it would involve the man's hairy member and her body.  She returned
to the page, realizing that she was hungry as well, as her stomach gurgled.


   ``You will notice two green lights and a speaker above the door.  You
will hear a tone on the speaker and one or two of the green lights will
turn on.  You then have exactly one hour to prepare for me.''

   ``One green light means I will not be using your asshole.  Two green
lights mean that you are to give yourself an enema.  You will sit on the
toilet.  You will lubricate the nozzle on the hose with body lotion from
the yellow bottles and insert the tip.  You will press the button on the
wall next to the hose and accept all the water that will flow from the
nozzle.  The water is on a timer.

   You will sit with the water inside you until you hear a tone from the
speaker.  You will then remove the nozzle and clean the tip with tissues.
You will then eliminate the water from your bowels.''

   Crystal read this passage with resignation.  She had guessed roughly
what the hose and nozzle were for, but reading it was like walking to the
gallows after being on death row.  She felt defeated before she had even
been touched.  It was all so clear what lay ahead; the man's thing inside
her bottom, thrusting and grunting until he achieved whatever pleasure he
was seeking, chuckling at her discomfort without pity, reveling in her
pain.

   ``You will then take the squeeze bottle from the shelf'' (she noticed
one with a similar nozzle as was attached to the hose) ``and fill it
three-quarters with water and one-quarter with the soap solution in the
blue bottle'' (there were several such bottles on the wall shelves across
the room).  ``You will empty the squeeze bottle into your rectum and will
then squat and stand twenty times.  I may be watching, so be sure to squat
and stand firmly exactly twenty times''.

   With horror Crystal's eyes snapped to the camera.  My God, she had
forgotten!  Was he watching her now?  Her hands flew instinctively to cover
her tiny breast buds as she stared at the camera.  There was no indication
that the camera was on, no red light or sound, so there was no way of
knowing whether he was watching or not.  Could he know when she would wake
up from the drug induced sleep?  How long had she been there?  She imagined
the man was watching her now, laughing as she caught her breath in
realization of the existence of the camera.  She was sure his thing was
stiff, waiting for her bottom and whatever other place he would thrust it
into.

   She turned away from the camera, and continued to read, sitting on her
knees.  If she had known, she might have adopted another posture, because
she was indeed correct.  The man was watching her with absolute glee,
stroking his cock in anticipation of her completing the instructions, when
he would hit the speaker and both green lights.  Then she would know she
had been watched.  In the meantime she was a vision, her soft brown hair
draping her back, and her full bottom stuck out towards the camera.

   ``You will then sit on the toilet again, and insert the hose nozzle and
press the button.  You will wait until the tone sounds and eliminate the
water, then repeat again with just water.  You will then shower and wash
yourself completely.  You will then dry your hair in a towel and rub body
lotion from the yellow bottle lightly over your entire body.  Do not use
too much, as I do not wish the taste in my mouth''.  That caused Crystal to
scrunch her face up again in distaste.  The papers went on the describe how
she should use the bidet to wash her pussy, that word again to describe her
private parts, but that she was not to clean the inside until she healed,
when she would be further instructed.  ``Failure in any step, such as using
too much lotion, or improperly drying your hair will result in
punishment''.

   Crystal wondered at the last sentence.  Too much lotion?  How was she
suppose to know, taste herself afterwards?  She thought maybe he was
looking for an excuse to whip her.  She remembered how the man had laughed
as he lashed the girl in the video, and how his member was inflamed.  The
sight of it rubbing between bottom cheeks again entered her thoughts,
unbidden, and she shook it off to finish the reading.  The was only one
more page, in the same large type.

   ``You will then sit on the bed and wait until I open the door.  You will
then walk out of the door and stand to the side with your hands at your
side, your eyes downcast and your legs spread slightly apart.  Any
deviation will result in punishment.  I will remove the wet towels and
replace the used bottles while you wait.  Then we shall begin''.  And the
text ended.

   Crystal jerked her heard around in surprise as a tone on the door
speaker sounded, like a chime.  ``Bing!'' Both green lights were lit.

   6.  Preparation

   Crystal realized that the appearance of the signal to prepare herself
for anal sex, just as she finished reading the instructions, could not be a
coincidence.  She was being watched, and involuntarily turned to look into
the camera.  Blushing, she turned back to face the wall, still squatting on
the bed.  She considered her situation.  She was a clever girl, and quickly
thought things through.  There was no point in being defiant, she had seen
what happened to the girl in the video, and while she suspected that
avoiding punishment would probably be impossible, there was no point in
inviting being whipped.  She decided she would follow the instructions to
the letter.  There was clearly no way to escape this cell, but perhaps
opportunities might exist outside the windowless steel enclosure.  It was
best to be patient and observe, and withstand the abuse to come without
absorbing pointless additional punishment.

   Taking a deep breath, she rose from the bed to start the routine,
avoiding looking at the camera which no doubt was the eyes and ears of the
man in the video.  Indeed, the man was watching her intently, his raging
hard-on anxious for contact with the lovely girl.  As she sat on the toilet
and reached for the hose, he was amazed at her resemblance to Linda Blair.
She could be her sister, or even a twin, except for the ten-year old body.
It went beyond the facial appearance, it was the look in her eyes and the
quivering lips, which reminded him strongly of the strip-search and shower
scene in ``Born Innocent''.  God, she was something, he thought, as she
inserted the nozzle and reached for the button on the wall.  Look at how
calmly she is taking this, putting a foreign object in her butt without
hesitation.  She was the fourth girl in this situation, and the only one to
act this way.  The others had simply wailed and screamed and pounded on the
door for help.  The Becky video did the trick, he thought, but there was
still something about the girl that made him wonder.

   Crystal, aware of being watched, but alone in her cell, had been
surprised at how easy it had been to insert the nozzle, which she had
lubricated with lotion as instructed.  It didn't even hurt, and felt oddly
exciting.  She noted that the little bump in her pussy (as she now mentally
called it) was stiff and somehow inviting her touch.  But she ignored the
strange feeling and pressed the button on the wall.  All of a sudden the
hose shuddered as it filled with cold water that began coursing through the
nozzle into the bowels of the young girl.  She shivered and cried out in
response as the water filled her.  This was no longer interesting or novel,
it was flat out painful.  She noted the water became warmer after a few
seconds until it quickly became uncomfortably hot in her backside.  She
squirmed on the seat as the water filled her, desperately wanting to remove
the nozzle.  Her hands involuntarily reached behind her, but she willed
them away from the tormenting intruder, balling them into fists in her lap
as she gritted her teeth and withstood the invasion.

   Just as she thought she could stand no more, the water turned off with a
clunk.  The pain was replaced with a strong urge to evacuate.  She could
actually feel the water inside her stretching her rounded belly, and began
a mental countdown to the speaker tone that would allow her release.  Sweat
stood out on her skin as the count reached 30 seconds, one minute, two
minutes.  She twisted and turned on the toilet seat and slapped her hands
to her head, crying and moaning, trying to ignore the insistent signals
from her bowels.  Five minutes passed by her count, and just when her
tortured mind was considering disobeying the instructions, the tone sounded
on the speaker.  She quickly pulled the nozzle free and the water rushed
from her in a long, satisfying burst.  Panting in relief, she flushed the
toilet twice as the water filled the bowl.  At last it was over and she sat
on the toilet for a moment, gathering herself.  She picked up the nozzle
and cleaned the end with a tissue, realizing with a start that she had
failed to follow the instructions, which said to clean the nozzle first,
then evacuate.  Would she be punished for this small violation of the
rules? She remembered the image of the girl in the video violently jerking
in her restraints as the man flailed her bottom.

   There was nothing she could do about it now, she realized, and got up
off the seat to fetch the squeeze bottle and the soap solution from the
wall shelf at the far end of the room.  She filled the bottle with water
and the solution as instructed, and once again invaded her rectum and
squeezed as much of the soapy water into her as she could.  This wasn't
nearly as bad as the water from the hose, and once again she felt a
sensation in her pussy that was not recognizable to her.  She was not
ignorant of the world of sex, and knew that other girls in the group home
played games that involved the parts between their legs, but it held no
interest for Crystal until now.  She remembered the instructions, and
counted off the twenty leg squats as instructed.  She supposed they were to
agitate the soapy solution in her bottom, but her attention was again drawn
to her pussy, which was now softly throbbing from the activity.  She felt
like rubbing the feeling away, but she realized with a start it was time
for the hose and the nozzle again.  There was nothing exciting about the
procedure she now began again for the second time, it was torture.

   As she sat on the toilet with the hot water inside, she realized
counting time was stupid of her.  It was better to try and turn off her
thoughts to withstand the experience, but she couldn't help trying to count
the five minutes away, which were now endless.  Again she twisted and
squirmed on the toilet seat, and now cries of pain came freely as she beat
her feet on the floor and pulled her hair with her hands.  Again, just as
her thoughts turned to ignoring the consequences of waiting for the signal,
the tone sounded in the speaker and she pulled the nozzle free.  This time
she had the presence of mind to clean the nozzle quickly before draining
her bowels.  The man watched his monitor screen, and a grin of admiration
crossed his face as he recognized her decision.  This girl was indeed
amazing.  Should he punish her for failing to clean the nozzle first in the
initial procedure?  He decided not to, it wasn't fair somehow, not that
playing fair mattered.  But he admired the girl's self restraint, and
decided that only a real violation of the rules would result in the caning.
That would be the game, to come up commands that she would hesitate to
fulfill, to push her to the punishment by her own actions.  He stroked his
cock as he watched the girl perform the final rinse of her bowels, enjoying
her reaction to the waiting period as she howled and moaned in pain,
flailing her arms and legs and whipping her hair back and forth, tears
streaming from her eyes, which were squeezed shut as she grimaced.

   Crystal shuddered in relief as the final tone sounded from the speaker,
and after cleaning herself she sat on the toilet for a time, breathing
deeply in relief.  After a minute she started to shower, as instructed.  As
she soaped her body and hair, she remembered the instructions to clean all
parts of her body carefully.  Her hand reached between her legs and she
soaped her pussy lips and inner parts a little longer than necessary,
enjoying the feeling of rubbing herself there.  It felt good, and she
realized that she wanted to touch herself more, but she had business to
consider.  She still had to dry her hair without the benefit of a hair
dryer and if she was not finished before the hour was up, she knew the
consequences.  Working quickly she rinsed and stepped from the shower,
wrapping her hair in a towel and drying her body.  She remembered the
lotion instructions, and reached for the bottle she had used to lubricate
the nozzle.

   She squirted a small amount in her hand and rubbed it on her arm.  The
man watching her on the monitor laughed out loud as she licked her arm. 
Look at that!  She had remembered the instructions and was actually
carrying out experiments on herself to see what quantity of lotion could be
tasted on her skin.  This girl was incredible.  He thought of all the sex
acts she would be required to perform.  The other girls had eventually done
anything commanded without hesitation, but only after repeated punishment.
The mental control of the young girl was remarkable.  It was after all only
an hour since she woke up in the cell, naked and sore from her capture and
hymen removal.  He watched as she applied the lotion to all parts of her
body, just as instructed, even the bottoms of her feet.  He laughed again
as she struggled to reach her upper back, but he also noticed that her
hands lingered just a moment or two longer than necessary as she had given
attention to the puffy lips of her hairless cunt.  That was interesting,
was she sexually excited?  The other girls eventually realized pleasure
from the daily rapes and other activities they had been subjected to, but
never voluntarily.  He had played games, like commanding them to come
within a certain time limit or be punished.  This girl was promising to be
special indeed, and he considered how to deal with her, the time growing
short before the hour was up.

   Crystal now sat on the bidet, facing the wall, and turned on the stream,
jerking back as the cold water hit her crotch.  She adjusted the
temperature and moved forward, washing her cunt folds in the stream as
instructed, even though they were already clean from the shower.  She then
turned her attention to her hair, rubbing it through a couple of towels and
using her fingers as best she could to comb it through.  There was no brush
or any other object in her cell, aside from the soft child's toothbrush
with the flexible handle she had used to clean her teeth, but she knew she
must be as attractive as possible for the man, who was surely due soon. 
Finally she decided she was as prepared as possible and sat on the bed to
wait.  Feelings of despair returned as the distraction of the physical
activity faded, and she pouted and sobbed quietly as she waited for the
door to open.

   7.  Introductions

   The man watched her sitting on the bed, and resisted going downstairs to
the pleasure room he had built.  Let her sit for a bit and wait, he
thought, wanting to see her reactions.  He smiled as she starting to cry,
she's strong, he thought, but still a little girl.  He anticipated her
tears as he thought of the various ways he would abuse the girl shortly. 
She must be starving by this time, it had been three days since she was
bundled up, moved to an airport in the back of a rented van and placed in
the special holding area underneath the rear seats of his plane.  He was
careful to capture his girls in a city far from his home, as he intended to
release them eventually when they grew too old.  He enjoyed reading snuff
stories involving girls on the internet, but it wasn't his thing.  Sex and
abuse he enjoyed, but he liked the girls too much to kill them.  He was
unconcerned with being identified by the girls.  He was wealthy, and lived
alone far from the city, rarely going out.  The girls had no clue where
they really were, and he assumed the police would believe the kidnapper was
a local man.  In any case, he had never read or heard anything in the
national press concerning the three girls that had been his guests so far.
Perhaps the mental conditioning he imposed on them during their stay had
some effect.

   He had prepared some food for her, if she was good, a couple of
sandwiches, and a can of dog food if she was bad, but a new thought
occurred; let her really salivate, that will be fun.  Laughing, he dressed
quickly and drove to a Burger King at a truck stop several miles away from
his compound.

   To Crystal the time seemed endless as she waited for the door to open,
but finally it did and the man stepped in.  Quickly she got to her feet,
and keeping her eyes down she moved past the man to stand outside the door,
keeping her hands at her side.  She remembered to open her legs slightly as
the instructions suggested.  The man marveled again at her self control. 
She hadn't even raised her eyes to glance at him!  The punishment video
clearly was extremely effective.  He replaced the used towels and threw
them in a hamper outside, and went back in the room to strip the small bed.

   Crystal heard the sheets rustling inside her cell, and took the
opportunity to quickly look up and scan her surroundings.  She was in a
large room without windows, with white walls.  She could hear the whir of
air passing through ventilation ducts and guessed she was underground.  She
realized that her cell was a partition of the larger room, tucked into one
corner.  To her right she saw that the cell door was thick, heavy steel,
with several rods retracted into the edge as locks, like on a heavy safe.
Beyond the door she saw a small kitchen setup arrayed on the short wall
between the cell and another door in the far wall.  She noted briefly the
counter, sink, cupboards, microwave oven, stove top and refrigerator.  She
quickly scanned the door to the larger room, which had a keypad next to the
handle.  Clearly the door required a combination to open.  She wondered if
there was any chance the door was open, and briefly considered running to
it to test, but that was foolish, she knew.

   To her left she saw a carpeted area, with a king bed, a reclining chair,
and a large couch at the end of the bed facing a projection television and
a rack with various video and audio equipment.  She had imagined that a
medieval torture chamber lay outside her door, and this domestic
arrangement was a relief.  Her view of the rest of the room to her left was
partially blocked by the walls of her cell, but she imagined the place
where the girl on the video had been whipped must be around the corner. 
She could just make out the end of what appeared to be a treadmill and a
weight lifting station.

   But her attention quickly returned to the objects immediately in front
of her, a circular table with two wooden chairs.  But what sat on the table
filled her senses; a sack from Burger King, with the unmistakable aroma of
burgers and fries.  Her stomach growled as she cast her eyes down, hearing
the man throwing the sheets outside the door, whistling softly to himself
as he worked.  So far he had not spoken a single word to her.

   So she was startled as he came up next her and spoke in her ear, ``hello
Crystal, are you hungry?'' She remembered the reply ``yes sir''.  The man
again smiled in appreciation at her control, as he ran his hands through
her hair and down the small of her back to her lush bottom.  As he squeezed
the cheeks, his cock sprang to attention through the front of his robe
brushing against her side.  Her hands twitched just the slightest bit, but
remained still at her side as he probed her anal opening.  He slipped his
finger inside and her bottom tensed up briefly and then relaxed.  He smiled
again, maybe she had remembered his instructions to Becky to relax her
bottom.  What a mind this girl possessed, to recall such a detail at a time
like this!  ``Let's see how you did'', he said as he withdrew the finger
and sniffed it.  There was only the slightest scent of soap.  He loved to
see the girls pee as they were whipped, but he was not interested in smelly
shit, and was a fanatic about cleanliness when he anally raped his
captives. ``Very good'', he said, as he moved his hand over her tummy and
chest.

   He lingered to feel the budding pink nipples and pulled at her breast
flesh.  There was just enough to squeeze together, and the girl rose on her
toes and gasped as he tugged on her tiny breasts, if you could call them
that.  The nipples were perfect, puffies they would be called, he thought.
They were small bulbs of flesh topped by the markings of a nipple, but the
skin was smooth and only crinkled slightly as he squeezed and rubbed the
tender buds.  He moved his hands down to her belly again and appreciatively
fondled the soft flesh there before cupping her cunt in one hand as his
other moved behind her again to mold the butt cheeks.  He was thrilled to
see that her clitoris responded to the touch, stiffening under his fingers
as he following the outlines of her perfect inner lips.  One girl he
captured had too much flesh there, and he had to cut some away to his
liking, but this girl's cunt was refined and elegant.  He squatted in front
of her to match her height and rubbed the head of his cock in her pussy,
running the tip over her clit and pressing into it.  All the while the girl
stood as instructed, with her eyes cast down and her hands at her side, a
single tear escaping to run down her round cheek.  He caught the tear with
his finger and enjoyed its salty taste.

   ``I think I better check your operation before we move on, spread your
legs wider'', and Crystal responded quickly.  She had suffered the
administrations of the man in silence, and despaired when he pressed his
red swollen member between her legs.  He thought she was going to be raped
then and there, and was relieved when she received the instruction.  She
moved her feet to the side and opened herself to the man as he kneeled on
the floor in front of her and spread her pussy lips aside, peering into her
opening at the cotton he had placed there.  He got up and went to the
kitchen area, and returned with a bottle and some gauze material in blue
paper.  He reached into her and pulled the plug out, and Crystal squealed
and grasped her legs with her hands, but quickly regained her composure. 
Her pussy burned with pain from the rude way he had pulled the cotton from
the wounded area.  She heard the man chuckling at her discomfort.  ``Can't
take her medicine, eh?  Stand still''.  The instruction was unnecessary, as
Crystal had no intention of inviting punishment by moving.

   The man examined the area inside where the hymen had been cut out, and
noted with satisfaction that the wound was healing well, without any sign
of infection.  He tore off a small bit of cotton and soaked it in alcohol,
quickly inserting it in her and tucking in the loose bits to repack the
area.  The girl hissed and balled up her hands at the feel of the alcohol
on the raw flesh, but again relaxed and loosened her hands at her side. 
Tears flowed freely from her eyes, which were now squeezed shut, and he
wiped them with tissue, folding the used gauze in the tissue and throwing
it into the garbage as she stood and waited.  ``Sit down'', he said, and
she moved to the kitchen table in front of the Burger King bag.  He
chuckled again at her choice of seats.  He hadn't told her where to sit of
course, he could have meant on the floor.  Her attention was clearly
focused on the warm food in the bag.

   He moved to the other chair and sat at the table across from her. 
``Before we begin, you probably have some questions for me, and I imagine
you wonder what will happen to you in the end.  You know why you are
here?''.  She regarded that as a question and again said ``yes sir''. 
``Good'', he said, ``very good.  You are a very smart girl, I can tell. 
Well, you may not believe this, but after I'm through with you I intend to
let you go, relatively unharmed.  Until that time you will be my slave, and
will do whatever I say without hesitation, is that understood?''.  Again
she replied, ``yes sir''.  ``That's fine'', the man said, ``then come over
here and suck my cock''.

   Crystal hesitated only the briefest of instances before getting up and
kneeling before the man, who had moved his chair away from the table.  Suck
his cock?  She considered the term he used for his member, which was
unfamiliar to her.  What did he mean suck it?  She had steeled herself as
she waited on the edge of the bed for the door to open to react quickly to
any command he would give.  She guessed the man would look for any
opportunity to strap her to the wall and hit her with the thin bamboo cane,
and there was no point in trying to resist.  She knew that after the caning
was over she would be right back in the same situation, but after living
through the intense pain of the whipping that she could only imagine.  So
she knelt and placed her lips over his penis and sucked on it like a straw.

   Unbelievable, the man thought as she placed his cock between her lips.
How could she possess the self control to move so quickly?  He was sure she
would hesitate and had anticipated the fun of grabbing her and pulling her
over to the restraints as she wailed and pleaded and promised to obey.  But
here she was sucking him for all she was worth, although she hadn't the
slightest idea how to go about it.  He held her soft hair in his hands and
instructed the girl.  ``Take it in further, as far as you can, and run your
tongue back and forth over the shaft.'' He wasn't a large man, and the girl
easily took the entire length into her mouth, her lips pressed against his
pubic hair.  ``Now move your head in and out'', he said, guiding her head
with his hands, ``keep sucking on it gently''.  The girl was a quick study
and soon had her mouth in full motion, back and forth over his cock as her
tongue worked around the shaft and sucking sounds escaped her lips.  ``Now
cradle my balls in your hands, very gently'', he said, and the girl
complied after hesitating briefly.  She had to connect to word ``balls'' to
his testicles, and was not familiar enough with the term to do so
immediately.

   Crystal was in shock as she felt the hard flesh of the man invade her
mouth.  Balls, she thought, well, they do feel round, as her fingers lifted
and cupped than man's sack.  She was disgusted by the feel of his hairy sex
parts in her little hands, but showed no outward sign.  The man's hands
were now grabbing her head and hair as he moved her head back and forth. 
She could feel him tense up and start to breathe quickly.  She knew that
men squirted sperm from their things, and what it was for; did he intend to
squirt it into her mouth?  Would it be like pee?  Did pee come out with the
sperm?  The ten year-old had no clue of such matters, aside from the
vaguest hints and suggestions of her friends.  There was no choice but to
continue, and she turned her mind to the task.

   The man had no intention of cumming so quickly, but this was unexpected.
Her reaction to his command was beyond anything he had imagined, and the
pent up desire was too much.  He was beyond the point of return, so he
quickly instructed the girl as she pumped her head in his lap.  ``I'm going
to cum now, that means I'm going to ejaculate white stuff into your mouth.
You will keep sucking until I tell you to stop and you will swallow every
drop.  If one drop of cum escapes your lips you will be punished.'' The
girl slowed down slightly as he spoke, and then resumed her pace as he held
her head by her hair and flexed his hips upwards.  ``Ahhh, ahhh, ungh!'',
he cried as the first gout of cum spurted into her mouth, and several long
spurts followed as he thrust-fucked the girls lips.  God!  It was almost
more sensation that he could take, but he noted the girl did not react to
the treatment aside from squeezing her eyes shut.  He could feel her
swallowing as the last few drops were sucked from his cock.  He held her
head still and instructed her to suck gently as he sat back in the
afterglow of the explosion.



   That was about as good as it gets, he thought.  Again he admired the
control the girl possessed, to give ultimate head for the first time in her
life, without hesitation or reserve.  He looked forward to the first
opportunity to whip the child, to see her reaction to the reality of what
she was fighting so hard to avoid.  But for now, he felt warm towards the
girl, and decided to let her have the food.  She had after all performed
exactly as required in nearly all aspects and deserved the reward.  ``You
may now sit back down and eat the contents of the bag in front of you''. 
The girl rose from her knees, quivering slightly as the blood returned to
her lower limbs and moved to the other chair.  Still not looking at his
face, she opened the bag and proceeded to devour the two cheeseburgers and
fries, now cold, but ambrosia to the starving girl.  He filled a glass with
water and set in on the table in front of her as he considered the next
move.  He still intended to fuck her ass, but it would be awhile until he
recovered sufficiently.  What games shall we play, he thought.

   8.  Games

   Crystal was in crisis as the man's cock (as she now called it in her
head) spurted into her mouth as he pulled on her hair and smashed his fat
belly into her face.  She couldn't breathe and the cum, as he called it,
made her gag, but she had the will to do as she was told and began to
swallow the liquid.  Gradually he slowed down and relaxed into the chair,
and she could breathe through her nose again.  It turned out the sperm
didn't have any particular taste, and the sick feeling passed as she
lightly sucked on his cock as he demanded, her hands still cradling the
man's balls, as she mentally assigned yet another new word.  She considered
that she had the man's equipment in her control briefly.  What if she
smashed his balls in her hands and bit the cock?  Could she force him to
open the door and escape?  Logic told her that the man wouldn't place
himself in this position if he couldn't overcome her, and she calculated
the result for her if she failed.  No, she thought, wait until he does
something careless, though she couldn't imagine what he could do that would
allow her to know the combination of the keypad on the door.

   She considered these matters as she later ate the fast food, gratefully
stuffing the cold cheeseburgers into her mouth and drinking from the water
he brought.  He was sitting across from her now, half naked in his robe,
his belly distended as he seemed to be pondering her fate.  She avoided
looking at his face.  Maybe if I don't see his face he'll let me go, she
thought.  If I can recognize him he might have to kill me.  She didn't put
much faith in the man's words about setting her free.

   The man relaxed in the chair and considered the next act.  He had plenty
of time to enjoy the young girl's ass before her body filled it with waste.
She was empty aside from the new contents of her stomach, as she finished
the last stubs of the fries.  Maybe it was time for some posing, he needed
some pictures of her for the fellow deviants he secretly corresponded with.
He was proud of this one, with her unique face and perfect nubile pre-teen
body.  Some men liked their children thin and flat, but he had always
enjoyed the chubby girls from the pictures he picked up on the net.  This
girl was far from fat, he would say pleasingly plump.  Pneumatic was a good
phrase for her fleshy thighs and belly.  The cunt was completely bare of
the slightest trace of fur, and puffed out slightly, looking somehow lewd.
The puffy beginnings of her small budding breasts were an added bonus for a
girl this undeveloped, and her ass was perfection.  To him she was more
desirable than any Playboy centerfold or supermodel.

   ``All done?'' he said.  She returned the ``yes sir'' as usual, hands now
folded in her lap.  ``Then let's take some pictures, would you like
that?''. ``Yes sir'' said the girl, without much enthusiasm of course.  The
man walked over to the cupboards and pulled out a digital camera.  ``Move
over to the bed then, and sit on it facing me''.  The girl did as she was
asked.  He took some lingerie from a drawer that he had tried on her while
she was unconscious, and knew fit her well.  He selected a black garter
belt and hose from the selection first.  Any girl looked her best in such
attire, he figured.  ``Put these on'' he said as he tossed them in her lap.
The girl struggled with the fine hose, and the man had to help her with the
garter clips, since it was clear she had no idea how they were attached. 
She stood next to the bed with her cunt framed by the lingerie and his cock
began to stir again in desire as he played with her cunt lips.  She was a
vision, demure and sexy at the same time, as he chuckled, remembering that
description from a movie someplace.

   He took a few pictures as she stood, and then asked her to look into the
camera.  It was the first time the girl had raised her eyes to him, and he
could tell she didn't want to do it.  He knew why, and her eyes jumped as
he told her again not to worry, that if she was good she would leave here
unharmed someday, and it didn't matter if she could recognize his face. 
She probably didn't believe that, he thought, but he also didn't care.  In
any case, the pictures were fabulous.  It was all written in her face, her
despair at her situation.  Her eyes were a little puffy from crying and her
lips pouted, and again he remembered the strip search scene from the Linda
Blair movie, and how much she resembled the actress at that age.

   He ordered her to kneel on the bed, and he took some shots of her ass
sticking in the air, and some closeups of her cheeks and pussy lips, as
they stuck out from behind.  He moved her legs apart and took a couple of
shots of her opening with the gauze plug visible.  What will they think of
that, he chuckled, considering what other viewers of the pictures would
see. He then had her lie on the bed on her tummy, and forced her to raise
her trunk on her hands with her head facing the wall, her tousled hair
streaming over her shoulders and arms.  It was a perfect position for a
session with a tawse or a riding crop across the girls ass and upper legs,
with her legs stretched straight out behind her in the silky black hose. 
He moved over to the end of the bed and took a couple of shots from behind,
kneeling on the couch.  Now his cock was back at attention again, and he
thought of leaping onto the bed and suddenly impaling her ass while she was
in this position.

   Instead he put the camera aside and kneeled on the bed next to her and
proceeded to lightly spank her cheeks, enjoying the sight of them recoiling
from the hits and quivering.  He ran his hands underneath her and tweaked
her clit, which was erect he noticed.  He again pulled and pinched her
little puffy nipples until she was squirming in discomfort.  He straddled
her legs and placed his cock between her bottom halves, sliding back and
forth, using his hands to make a vagina out of her cheeks.  He was nearly
ready to penetrate her virgin asshole, but he had plans to get it ready
first.  Leaving her in position, arms tired from holding the pose, he moved
off the bed to get some equipment prepared.

   Crystal's arms ached from holding her upper torso off the bed while the
man paddled her ass.  It didn't hurt too much, and it was obvious she
wasn't being punished.  The man was just playing with her, she figured. 
She almost moaned when he reached underneath her to play with her pussy. 
That part of her body had become the focus of her attention during the time
he dressed her in the hose and belt, as he tweaked and played with her.  It
was like the body temperature of the area had risen, and she felt compelled
to do just what the man was doing to her now, rubbing the nub at the top of
her pussy lips.  She was ashamed at this feeling somehow, but she couldn't
help that it felt good, more than good, undescribable.  She wondered if he
had noticed her condition, and cooled off somewhat at the thought,
embarrassed by showing these feelings to her captor.  In any case, his rude
treatment of her nipples cut off such thoughts as she squirmed to hold
still while he deliberately caused her pain by tugging on the tender buds.
The thoughts returned as he pumped her asscheeks, like the whipped girl in
the video.  The feeling of his hard, warm organ between her cheeks was far
from unpleasant, and she began to pant very softly.

   Finally he quit, and left her alone on the bed, while he rummaged behind
her, near the wall area where indeed she had noted the four loops attached
to the wall, the mini-bidet in the middle, and especially the cane and
girdle hanging from a hook.  She avoided looking that way, but she heard
him setting up some sort of stand on the floor, as he fiddled with knobs
and sliding metal tubes.  What now, she thought.  He came over to the bed
and pulled her to her feet, which was a relief to her arms, and she found
herself looking down at an obscene appliance.  It was a black plastic
phallus, glistening with lubricant, attached to the top of what appeared to
be a microphone stand, only it was adjusted to be just about at the level
of her waist.  She knew instantly what was to come next.

   The man settled back in the reclining chair next to the bed and stroked
his stiff cock while watching her contemplating the stand.  He could see
she understood the purpose of the stand and its vertical member.  ``Impale
your ass on the vibrator'', he said.  She hesitated again for only the
briefest of seconds before walking over to the stand and considered how she
was supposed to accomplish this feat.  The bottom of the black plastic
vibrator was held in a clamp that was about four inches below the level of
her bottom passage, while the tip was about four inches above.  She had to
flex up on her toes to gain the height needed to place the tip near her
hole.

   Crystal struggled with indecision as she tried to line up her ass with
the object, straining on her toes.  It would be helpful if she could reach
underneath her with her hands to guide the object into her, but had he
allowed her to do so?  She decided that since he hadn't said anything, she
was free to accomplish the task any way she could.  She reached back
tentatively to grasp the slippery plastic object, and she noted that the
man remained relaxed in the chair, stroking his member, which had now grown
fully erect again, after becoming small and soft after she had sucked it
dry.  She supposed that was the next object to enter her bottom, but
meanwhile she was having difficulty getting the tip of the object past her
rosebud, which seemed bent on denying passage of this unnatural invader.

   She hadn't had any trouble with the enema nozzle, but this was much
bigger.  It was like her asshole had eyes, and was saying no to the size of
the dildo.  She got the tip lined up with the opening, she could feel that,
but when she tried to sink down on the shaft, her ass refused to open, even
though it was slick with some sort of lotion.  She concentrated on clearing
her mind while she relaxed her toes, allowing gravity to force her body
onto the object.  But all that resulted was a sharp spike of pain, and she
hissed and flexed back up on her toes.

   ``Hurry up!'', the man said, as he noticed her response.  This was
excellent, the girl was clearly in distress.  Why she was unable to insert
the vibrator he didn't know.  His finger had easily slipped into her ass
just a short while ago, and while the shaft of the vibrator was vastly
larger, she wasn't even able to get the tip past her rectum muscle.  This
was getting very interesting, a possible punishment situation was
developing.  She squirmed on her toes and tried to thrust herself on the
spike again, with the same results, looking smashingly sexy in the hose and
garter belt.  ``NOW!'' he yelled.  and she cried back ``I can't!!''.  Shock
filled her eyes as she realized the magnitude of her error.  She had
refused a command and had spoken out of turn.  Her mind raced to find a way
out, but it was too late.  The man had risen from the chair and was pulling
her towards the whipping area.

   9.  Punishment

   Crystal had the presence of mind not to protest, as she remembered the
result to the girl named Becky in the video, but she couldn't help sobbing
and crying as her whole body shook in fear.  Somehow she knew that the man
wanted any excuse to whip her again and again, and she allowed her left and
then her right wrist to be clamped in what she now saw was a leather band
with a buckle, fixed to a metal ring bolted to the wall.  She observed the
details almost clinically, as she could now see below her the inside of the
porcelain basin for the first time, sticking between her legs as the man
was rolling the stockings down, pausing to stroke her full thighs.  After
un-clipping the garter belt, he moved to her ankles which were then wrapped
in the leather restraints.  The basin was like a small bidet, she noted,
with a drain and a water nozzle above to rinse it clean.  It was to allow
her to pee freely while clamped to the wall, she remembered.

   Now the man was placing the leather bit between her teeth, a wide pad
attached to straps he wrapped around her neck and buckled tight.  She could
now bite into the soft, thick leather and not hurt her teeth, as he whipped
her ass.  The first girl he had whipped had crushed two teeth as she
gritted in pain, and he had to remove them and replace them with caps to
avoid her looking like a toothless hag.  He had a full set of dental
equipment available to him, and books on how to use them, as it was
necessary to administer to the girls if he was going to keep them very
long. Filling the occasional cavity was enjoyable, especially as he had
neglected to obtain any pain killer.  He found that the girls became
fanatic about cleaning their teeth after the first session in the dental
chair in the basement room outside the pleasure cell.  He also had an
operating table, and believed he was capable of removing an appendix, if
necessary.  The outside room was a buffer area, as if ever a girl somehow
managed to escape this room, she would find herself trapped in another,
with a door Fort Knox would boast of.

   He went to the kitchen and removed the inflatable butt plug from a
drawer, pausing to lubricate the tip.  He walked back around the corner of
the girl's cell and paused to admire her quivering form strapped to the end
wall.  This was going to be priceless, he thought, and grabbed the camera
to take a few shots from various angles.  Oddly enough the butt plug went
in easily as he twisted it into her ass.  Why had it been so difficult for
her to take the dildo, her wondered again.  He pumped up the plug to seal
her ass, and removed the hose fitting from the end.  He wasn't concerned
with her shitting herself, as there was nothing inside her bowels at the
moment, but he enjoyed the routine anyway.

   He strapped the girdle to the young girls ass, which was nearly too
large for the cups that had formed in the material from being strapped so
many times to the bottoms of his victims.  The bottom of the garment
terminated in two straps which circled her thighs.  Two more straps
together descended from the back of the waist belt, running between the
asscheeks, where they divided to run outside her cunt lips, up across her
tummy to intersect with the belly band at the top.  When tightened, the
garment molded the girl's ass as tight as a snare drum, and he enjoyed the
feeling of cupping her ass cheeks through the material.  The lips of her
pussy were smashed together by the straps, and her neat inner lips were
pushed out in a bulge which he squeezed and then prodded with his cock. 
The pee basin jutted out from the wall between her legs and he could see
she was positioned perfectly above the drain, where her stream would soon
be jetting.  No girl had ever been able to withstand the pain enough to
control her bladder.

   He had seen women being caned before in videos, bare skinned, but the
strokes administered in those consensual sessions bore no relationship to
what he would inflict on the twitching girl.  The garment allowed him to
put his full strength into the long thin cane.  Although middle aged and
growing flabby, his arms were still strong from years of exercise.  He
could kill with the cane, and without the girdle in place, the girl's ass
would be shredded to the bone by the thin rod.

   He moved back to admire her pose, and took a couple more pictures.  It
was time.  He picked up the cane from the hook and swished it through the
air a few times.  He could tell by the snap of the girl's head that she
recognized the significance of these sounds.  Her hands gripped the leather
straps attaching her wrists to the wall, and he could see her tensing her
butt cheeks for the stroke.  That was a mistake, as she should know.  It
would be better for her to keep her cheeks slack, so they could cushion the
blows, rather than allow her muscles to present a harder surface for the
bamboo rod to bite into.  He heard the tinkle of her urine stream in the
basin as she lost control and picked that moment to strike.  Crracck!!  The
cane whistled through the air and plowed a furrow in the fabric-covered
cheeks of the girl.  Her reaction was electric as every muscle in her body
came alive straining against the bonds.  Her hair whipped back and forth
across her back as a thin hiss from her mouth developed into a
full-throated scream, muffled by the gag.  He moved over to feel her
wounded ass, and pulled the hair from her face.  Tears were streaming down
her cheeks and her eyes bulged in fear.  He could hear her pee splashing in
the basin as she cleared her bladder.  ``Four more'' he whispered in her
ear, almost tenderly.  Her eyes did not respond, she was lost in a world of
pain.

   Crystal heard the words, but she hardly needed a count.  The first
stroke was the most painful moment of her young life and she wondered in
some inner recess of her mind if she could live through such an intense
experience.  Her butt had leaped instantly into flame, which only now was
easing just a bit as she fell back from the restraints, her body collapsing
from being tensed up from the blow.  Every part of her body seemed to ache,
but nothing was like the pain in her cheeks, which felt like hot brands
were being burned into the flesh.  Her scream faded into a long groan as
the man ran his hands over her punished bottom.  She could hear as if in
the distance her pee hitting the bowl below, but she had no will over her
bladder.

   He stepped back and applied two quick strokes to her bottom, counting
``two, three'' with a grunt as he applied as much force as possible into
the blows.  Again the girl leaped and twisted in the restraints as she
screamed, gulped for air and then screamed again, dissolving in yelps and
moans as she collapsed in the restraints.  She hadn't been ready for these
blows, and her bottom had been flaccid when the first stroke landed, but
had quickly tensed to accept the second hit which followed in quick
succession.  Apparently the difference in the level of pain must have
registered in the young girl's mind, as the man could see her clenching and
relaxing her cheeks as if she sought to keep them soft for the next blow.
He again admired her control, as he knew she was in no condition to think
anything through in her present pitiful state as she quivered and moaned
and peed out the last of what remained, her body shiny with fear sweat.  He
timed the fourth to try and hit her cheeks while they were tensed, and
succeeded in again blasting all self restraint out the girl as she whipped
her back with her hair, her feet twisting on the floor in a dance of pain.

   Crystal was frantic at this point, her heart racing as she could hardly
breathe through her clenched teeth which bit into the leather pad.  Her
sinuses had filled with fluid and she able to take only quick snatches of
air between her lips before her lungs rejected the offering in order to
form the screams and moans that issued from her throat.  Nothing she had
imagined during the time she prepared for the man matched the experience of
the whipping.  She would have gladly cut off an arm to avoid the fifth blow
she knew was coming.  If he offered death she would take it rather than the
cane stroke.  She realized time had passed since the fourth hit, and she
tried to concentrate on relaxing her bottom, but it was impossible.  It
felt like a blow torch was turned onto her cheeks and she pressed into the
wall as if to distance her bottom from the nonexistent flame, unfortunately
tensing her bottom again for the fifth stroke, which soon landed.  She knew
no more and collapsed unconscious in the restraints.

   10.  More games

   Crystal awoke still hanging on the punishment wall with something sharp
in her nostrils.  Her eyes watered and gradually a small jar came into
focus that was being held underneath her nose.  She choked and came awake,
finding her feet underneath her as she turned away from the jar.  ``Good
morning sleepy head'', the man said, though it had only been a few minutes
since she passed out.  She felt her bottom burning, but not near so bad as
before.  The circulation in her hands had been restricted while she hanged
in the wrist restraints, and she flexed to wake them up, feeling pins and
needles.  She noted that sensations from the rest of her body could be felt
now, as the heat in her behind quickly subsided.  She snuffled her nose,
and waited to be released from the bonds.  She could feel the man loosening
the straps of the garment below, pausing to stroke the flesh between her
legs again.

   The man removed the girdle at last, leaving red marks where the straps
bit.  He uncovered her ass, and heard her breath whistle as the air reached
the skin.  As usual the whipping had left remarkably little damage.  Five
intersecting bands of red crossed her cheeks, where the rod had struck on
the thick fabric, but they faded as he watched.  Her body's mechanism
realizing that there was no damage to fix, was withdrawing the troops to
their normal duties, and the blood flowed out of her bottom tissues.  Her
cheeks would burn for awhile, but rarely did the whipping create lasting
bruises.  Occasionally the tip of the rod would bite a red spot that would
turn purple for a few days, but he had learned to lay the rod against the
cheeks as he delivered strokes, making sure the tip did not contact the
fabric.  He could see the girl was recovering rapidly, composing herself
again, as he cupped her buttocks in his hands and squeezed lightly.

   As he removed the restraints, her hands folded in front of her as she
rubbed her wrists briefly, before returning them to her side.  He removed
the leather bit from her mouth, noting the tooth marks in the pad.  She had
obviously bit the gag hard in her agony.  The girl's face was a mess, red
and puffy from crying, and her eyes were just slits.  Nasal discharge oozed
from her nose down her upper lip, and saliva coated her chin.  Her hair was
matted against her forehead and her body was coated in sweat.  A few drops
of pee dripped from the lips of her pussy onto her thighs.  He pressed the
air release and removed the butt plug with a small pop from her bumhole.

   ``Go into your room and shower again'', he instructed.  He followed her
into the room and watched her adjust the water spray and step into the
stall.  He went back to the kitchen wall and removed a hair dryer with a
long extension cord from one of the drawers.  There were no outlets in her
cell, so the power cord had to reach from the kitchen area.  He picked up a
couple of fresh towels and walked back to watch the girl finishing her
shower through the glass door of the stall while he smiled at what would
occur shortly.

   She stepped out of the shower and he tossed a towel at her.  ``Dry
yourself off, and use the hair dryer'', which he had laid on the bed.  The
usual ``yes sir'' came, and as she started to dry he again left the room to
prepare for her performance.  He came back in a few minutes later as she
was running the hair dryer through her hair, which was falling from her
head as she bent over.  He sat on the bed and fondled her red cheeks while
she worked.  When her hair had dried sufficiently, he handed her a hair
brush, which she gratefully accepted without comment and ran through her
hair, arranging it in waves on her shoulders.  Even little girls fresh from
torture are vain about their hair, and the girl set about making herself
more beautiful without pausing to consider who would appreciate her
efforts.

   When the man thought she had brushed and polished the hair enough, he
told her to stop and took the brush from her hands, returning it and the
hair dryer to the drawer outside as she stood and waited.  He then took her
by the arm and led her outside, to the left down the outside cell wall back
to the bed area and up to the dildo on the stand which he had freshly
lubricated.  ``Impale your ass on the vibrator'' he repeated, laughing as
he fell back into the reclining chair, and moved his robe aside to grasp
his cock, smiling at the girl, as she replied ``yes sir'' in a near mumble.

   Crystal realized grimly that her prediction was correct.  Here she was,
right back in the same situation, with only the horrible experience of the
whipping as compensation for the delay.  She was determined not to cause a
repeat performance, and quickly moved over the black plastic probe, lifting
herself on her toes, and positioning the tip in her butthole.  She was
angry at her body for betraying her, and paid no attention to the signals
being transmitted from her ass as it protested being shoved down on the
ever widening object as it forced entry past her tight sphincter.  She
gritted her teeth and squeezed her eyes shut, giving a little cry as about
three inches of the dildo slipped up her canal.  Her ass gripped the post
tightly as she hovered on her toes, and then gradually relaxed as she found
herself on her feet with four inches of the slick shaft in her ass.  ``All
the way down'', the man said, and she didn't hesitate to flex her knees and
drive herself further on the spike.  It was easier now, but the pain of the
entry was replaced by the uncomfortable feeling from her insides as too
much black plastic straightened her colon.  She hesitated briefly and then
sank onto the dildo all the way down until she could feel the clamping
hardware contact the flesh between her legs.

   The man rose from the chair, and reached underneath her to turn a switch
on the base of the vibrator, and it began to hum as he settled back in the
chair.  ``Now pump your ass up and down, all the way up until the tip is
just inside, and then all the way back down again.'' She complied, at first
in jerky motions, half way up until her knees were straight, then a pause
and up on her toes, then slower back down again, stopping three times as
her ass gripped and released the pole.  ``Keep moving up and down,
faster'', the man instructed.  Twice she squatted and extended, five times,
ten.  Gradually she fell into a rhythm, and the humming black plastic slid
in and out smoothly.  The sensation was odd to Crystal.  She felt pain and
humiliation, but also heat from between her legs again.  The pain from the
whipping had long passed, and again she felt an urge to touch herself
inside the lips of her pussy.  Thoughts of being stroked there entered her
mind, and as if by mental contact, the man was in front of her with his
left hand following her clit up and down and his right stroking his rigid
member.

   The man briefly considered punishing her again for not replying to his
commands, but dismissed the small violation of the rules, as she had
promptly responded in action as best she could.  The man had seen the clit
rise in its hood from between her lips, saying hello to the world.  He
responded to its invitation, and rubbed the nub as she moved up and down on
the plastic intruding into her backside.  ``Slow down, slower'', he told
her, as he increased the vigor of his administrations on her sex.  Her
breathe was coming in gasps as she shuddered in response.  He could see she
was headed for the edge and he intended to let her go.  She was nearly
motionless on the buzzing pole now, as she concentrated on pressing into
his hand.  Suddenly she stifled a cry and he could feel her body buck in
what passed for a pre-teen orgasm.  He saw that her legs were failing to
hold her up, as the shaft penetrated fully and the clamp bit into her anus.
That woke her up, and she raised up and down on the pole again, determined
to follow instructions.  ``That's enough'', he told her, ``stand next to
the bed''.

   Crystal heard the instructions as if through a fog, but had the presence
to reply this time as she removed her ass from the dildo with a sucking
sound and to stand by the bed as the man wiped it off with paper towels and
proceeded to take the device apart.  What had happened to her, she
wondered. She blushed from the memory of pressing herself into the man's
hand, almost losing her balance as she strained forward on her toes to
increase the contact with her pussy.  Then there had been a great rush of
feelings she had never felt before, a soft explosion of pleasure that
racked her body and left her feeling warm all over.  She realized that the
experience had left her unfulfilled in some way, and that she wanted to rub
that place between her legs worse than ever.  She was so filled with these
thoughts that she barely noticed as the man returned with a soft rag and
cleaned her ass of the excess lubricant from the vibrator ride, or when he
returned again wearing a single leather glove holding something in a paper
towel.

   She complied without thought as he pulled her onto the bed and sat her
on her haunches, as he moved behind her with his cock rubbing between her
butt cheeks and his free hand running over her nipples.  She closed her
eyes and this time enjoyed the treatment as his hand moved from one nipple
to the other, softly pinching and pulling the puffy bulbs.  This pleasant
sensation was suddenly replaced by something cold and hard, and she glanced
down to see that the man's other hand in the leather glove was applying a
large ice cube wrapped in a paper towel to her left nipple.  At first the
sensation was merely novel, but as the man kept the ice in contact with the
puffy nipple it quickly grew painful and then unbearable.  Her head cleared
from her afterglow and her breathing became rapid and shallow.  Her hands
balled into fists and pressed into her sides and sweat stood out on her
brow.  The man's free hand was now pinching the other nipple painfully.

   The man was thoroughly enjoying the rapid change of the girl's mental
state, as he had noted the dreamy look in her eyes when he put the
equipment away and cleaned her ass.  As he returned the dildo to the
drawer, his thoughts returned to her little puffy breast buds.  I wonder
what it would take to make then hard, he thought.  An idea occurred to him,
and he fetched a glove from another drawer and took an ice cube from the
freezer.  The girl didn't seem to notice the gloved hand as he had arranged
her on the bed, and was clearly taking pleasure from his free hand as he
ran it over her nipples and pressed the head of his cock between her butt
cheeks, embracing the squatting girl from behind.  He chuckled silently as
he pressed the ice cube against the left nipple and her body jerked in
response.  It didn't take long before the girl was in distress again, and
he could feel her muscles tense and her breathing becoming rapid.  Her knew
her instinct would be to move her hands up to her breasts, and he noted how
they were shaking as she fought to control herself.  This was delicious. 
How long could the girl hold out, should he punish her when she moved?  He
decided not to, unless she directly disobeyed, as he was anxious to plunge
into her ass now.

   ``Hold still'' her ordered, and he felt her body stiffen in response. 
The pain from the ice cube was clearly agony now, and she began to moan
with each breath and shake her head.  He loved the feeling of her hair
brushing back and forth over his chest as he increased the grip on her body
by grasping the right nipple in his free hand, his cock now pressed harder
between her cheeks as she clenched and relaxed her bottom in concert with
her breathing.  The girl began to squeal and her hands opened and gripped
her legs, as if she could lock them there.  She tried to move her body away
from the cube, but he increased the strength of the embrace and left the
ice cube firmly in contact with the nipple.  She began pounding on her
thighs with her fists and her breathing became ragged.  She was nearly
screaming now and every muscle in her body was straining back and forth. 
He knew she was on the edge of doing something that would require
punishment, either pleading with him to stop, or trying to grab his gloved
hand away from her tiny tortured titty, which he noted was still puffy and
soft.  Apparently the flesh there lacked the ability to crinkle into a hard
nipple yet.  So he took the ice cube away from her nipple and plunged it
into the top of her pussy, burying it in her lap in direct contact with the
hood covering her clitoris.

   At first Crystal reacted from the change in location with relief, taking
deep breaths and relaxing her body.  Her left nipple was numb from the
assault, but the pain faded quickly.  It took a few moments for her
attention to turn to her pussy, to the little nub of hard flesh there that
was now starting to protest from contact with the ice.  The man's other
hand was now circling her waist to hold her still, and she could feel his
cock start to thrust back and forth between her bottom cheeks, which were a
little slick from sweat.  The protest from her flesh quickly rose to a
demand and then to pain and beyond.  Again she tried desperately to keep
her hands still, to fight the instinct to grab the gloved hand away from
her crotch.  She knew what would happen if she even spoke in protest, and
as bad as the pain from the ice was, it paled in comparison to the fire
from the whipping that would surely follow.  But her body wasn't capable of
making such fine distinctions, and it took all her efforts to keep her
hands away from the tormenting cube, which now felt like a dozen bees
stinging her at the same time in her most delicate area.

   Her body was quivering and her eyes squeezed shut from the pain, tears
again flowing down her cheeks and dripping onto the man's arm circling her
waist.  She realized she was nearly howling like some animal as her lungs
racked breaths from between her clenched teeth.  She almost lost control of
her bladder, but quickly turned her thoughts to that task, as she knew
peeing on the bed would not be acceptable.  There were too many pressing
urges assaulting her brain, and it was all she could do to control the
various parts of her body that wanted to disobey to get away from the
terrible pain.  The man apparently could feel her control start to
disintegrate, and he removed the ice from her pussy and placed it on her
right nipple.  The cube was now starting to melt from the contact with her
warm flesh, and she could feel the water dripping down her belly.

   Again the relief was short lived, as within a few short moments this new
center of pain started to make its own demands.  She felt the man's cock
slip from between her cheeks and stand to stiff attention pressed against
her lower back.  His other hand had slipped between her legs and was
rubbing her cold clitoris back to life.  Now the sensations were becoming
mixed in the poor girl's head.  The ice cube was no longer as cold as when
he first pulled it from the freezer, and the pain in her right nipple was
less than before, while the hand in her lap began to cause the now familiar
sensations there.  She was far from comfortable, but she was under control
for the moment, turning from pain to pleasure.  Suddenly the man was moving
off the bed and she was free for the moment, wondering what was to come
next.

   11.  Rape

   The man put the leather glove away and dropped the melting cube and
paper towel into the garbage, snickering to himself at the memory of the
girl's torture.  That was fun, and did no damage at all to her flesh.  He
had enjoyed this form of torment many times before, and knew just when to
move the cube in response to the reactions of the girl.  In the freezer was
an ice mold for a dildo, and he considered the prospects of shoving it into
her backside, but he decided to defer that little game for later.  Now it
was time for his cock to enter the girl's body for the first time, and he
was anxious for the experience.

   He paused to drink some water, and took a glass over to the girl, who
accepted the gift gratefully, draining the glass quickly, spilling a few
drops down her chin.  He climbed on the bed and lay down on the far side of
the still squatting girl and spoke to her again, ``suck my cock''.  She
responded quickly, turning around on the bed and bending to the task, and
soon his erection was sliding between her lips as she cupped his testicles
in her left hand, while her right hand rested on the base of his penis.  He
ran his hands over the curve of her back, and squeezed the folds of her
baby-soft belly flesh, which was compressed by her posture.  He cupped her
butt cheeks in his left hand and laid back to enjoy the sensation of being
hoovered by the little girl.  She had come so far in one day, he thought.
No other girl had ever reacted this way.  Usually the first couple days
involved a lot of whipping, as the captives refused to understand their
role, pleading over and over for mercy as he pulled them again and again to
the punishment area.  Usually the first anal rape was done with the girls
bound to the bed to control them, but this beautiful creature needed no
such restraint.  Again, he had to admire her control.  He was already in
love with this girl, in his own way.

   The girl's mouth was quickly drawing the familiar reaction from his
cock, but he didn't want to waste his second orgasm this way, though the
instinct to let his cum fly into the girl's pumping head was strong.  Her
hair was tickling his legs and belly as she worked, and he could feel the
head of his cock beginning to swell.  The feeling was intensified by the
living fantasy due to the girl's facial resemblance to the fourteen
year-old Linda Blair.  He had tapes of the shower scene in ``Born
Innocent'' and the scene from the creek in ``Sweet Hostage'', and this
experience was like the movie girl coming the life, sucking his cock, while
tears dried on her puffy cheeks.  ``Stop'', he told her, ``and impale your
ass on my cock, facing me''.  The girl caught her breath as she raised up
from his cock, wiping her lips.  She briefly hesitated as she considered
how to fulfill the command, and then straddled his legs and began to
position her bottom above his pole, reaching back to place the tip between
her cheeks.

   There was plenty of lubricant still in her ass, but the tip of his cock
felt some pain as she tried to force it into her tight rectum, her left
hand steadying herself on the bed, and her right reaching underneath her to
position his member.  He slapped her face, and she took a quick breath, her
eyes snapping to attention.  ``Relax your bottom'' he commanded, ``and be
careful with the end of my cock, it's sensitive''.

   The slap focused Crystal's attention to the problem again of controlling
her unwilling asshole to save her from punishment.  It was nearly
impossible to control the muscle to relax.  She tried to clear her mind,
and concentrated on the memory of inserting the enema nozzle, which had
slipped easily into her bum.  She placed the tip of his cock centered in
her hole, and gradually eased herself onto it, holding the stiff shaft in
her right hand.  She worked the tip in and out of her opening a little and
then experimentally tried to lower herself again.  She heard the man draw a
quick breath as there was a brief sense of resistance, but suddenly she
realized with relief that the slope of the tip of his member was sliding
into her.  She felt her ass widen as the head entered, and then snap shut a
little as the lip passed and the narrower shaft began to enter.  She
quickened her motion to take advantage of the situation, but moved too
fast, and her ass briefly gripped the shaft hard.  She managed to relax
again and the cock slid further into her until she felt uncomfortably full
as the hair of his scrotum tickled her ass cheeks.  It was in, she
realized, and took a deep sighing breath, thankful for the moment at the
prospect of avoiding a whipping.

   ``That's it'', he said, ``now pump and down like you did before''. 
Crystal now had both hands resting on the bed, as her chest hovered over
the man's belly.  He reached his hands up to stroke her hair as she moved
up and down on his shaft.  It was easier now that she had some experience,
and after a few ragged strokes, she again fell into a rhythm.  The man
propped his head up on a couple of pillows, and reached behind her to cup
her ass cheeks, controlling her motions.  Once again the sensation turned
from pain to pleasure, and she closed her eyes to concentrate on the
feeling.  She wished the man would reach underneath her again to stroke her
pussy, and only a small part of her mind recoiled from this lewd
suggestion. A few hours ago such a thought was completely foreign to her
being.  She wondered briefly if she was going insane.  When she was sucking
his cock she was no longer repelled by its appearance, and had enjoyed the
feeling of his balls in her hand.  What's wrong with me, she thought.

   Even without being touched where it counted, it seemed she might find
release anyway, and her breath began to come in short gasps as her hands
clenched the bed sheets.  Her ass was growing warm from the friction, and
she could feel the man tensing his body as he thrust into her to match her
downward motion.  Suddenly she was being roughly lifted up off the cock,
and she was surprised by the man's strength.  He tossed her easily onto her
belly, and she landed with an oof!  as air escaped her lungs.  She felt a
pillow being pushed under her, as her ass was raised in the air.  Then she
felt his cock exploring between her cheeks.  It was clear he intended to
finish on his own terms.

   The man was ready to cum, and considered finishing while the girl
strained above him.  It was obvious the girl was also reaching orgasm, as
her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth opened to pant.  This was amazing. 
But he was feeling more aggressive and wished to punish the girl a little
more before exploding into her.  So he grabbed her waist and lifted her
off, throwing her onto the bed next to him.  He reached for one of the
pillows, and lifted her up to push it under her, positioning her ass
perfectly for an assault from behind.  He quickly moved behind her, and
straddling her legs, started to slide his cock back into her ass.  She
resisted a little and he took advantage to cause her pain, thrusting into
her to the hilt as her muscles spasmed, gripping and releasing his shaft as
he entered.  She let loose a little strangled cry as her cheeks flattened
against his pelvis.  His cock was glowing in triumph as he began pistoning
in and out of the little girl's ass.

   He reached underneath her with one hand while the other found her
throat, squeezing it in a strong grip.  He found her clitoris and pinched
the little bulb hard.  The girl's body flexed off the bed at the assault,
and her breath wheezed in her constricted throat, causing her ass muscle to
grip his shaft tightly.  The suffering of the girl and the vise grip of her
ass pushed him over the edge and he began spurting into her bottom in near
agony at the intensity of the cum.  His thrusts became short little strokes
as his cum filled her bottom, spurt after spurt, finally running out into
little throbs of dry spasms.  He relaxed his grip on the girl's throat and
she collapsed on the bed, breathing in deep gasps.  He shifted her over on
her side as he fell onto the bed himself, overwhelmed by the experience,
his cock still buried in her ass as he cupped her breast buds in his hands
and rested her head on her hair, moaning in delight, his heart pounding in
his chest.

   12.  Functions

   Crystal was surprised to be alive.  When the man choked her she thought
he was going to kill her, as he plunged his cock into her sore bottom
without reserve.  She could still feel the organ lying against her cheeks,
soft and sticky from the lubrication and the cum.  The man had pulled her
over on her side, and had quickly fallen asleep.  She could hear him softly
snuffling by her side, his head tangled in her hair.  One of his arms was
folded underneath her head, and the other cupped her tummy as he slept.  It
was difficult for her to find a comfortable position, and she considered
moving his arm so he could lay her head down on the bed.  She was dead
tired, but was far from sleep as her mind raced through the possibilities
of her situation.

   If she could slip from the man's grasp, maybe she could get off the bed.
If he came awake she could say she was going to pee, but she quickly
realized that she was not allowed to speak in that fashion.  Even if she
left him undisturbed, what good would it do?  Could she find some implement
in the kitchen area to kill him with?  Even if she had the strength and
luck to pull that off, what about the door?  She had enough math in school
to be vaguely aware of the number of possibilities a ten-number keypad
presented before the right combination was entered.  She didn't even know
how many numbers there were, or what combination of other buttons needed to
be pressed.  The thought of starving to death with his decomposing body
reminded her of a horror movie plot.  Not a pleasant way to die.  Besides,
he had promised to let her go, and while she didn't allow herself to
believe that, weren't the chances of release better than lucking into the
combination on the door?  But wouldn't someone miss the man and come to his
house to search?  Surely they would find the room she was in.

   Her confused thoughts went back and forth over these ideas and more
without coming to any conclusion.  The problem was that nothing in her
background had prepared her mimd to deal with the harsh realities of the
real world.  After the death of her parents, she had been placed in the
group home while two of her distant relatives wrangled over her custody. 
It turned out neither was found to be fit by the courts, and she was put up
for adoption.  But she had steadfastly refused to warm up to any visitor to
the home, even though several couples had offered.  In her four years at
the home she had made no lasting friends, as it wasn't intended to be
permanent, and girls came and went.  The administrator position had gone
through four women, none of whom really cared about the welfare of their
charges more than their own job.  The latest, a large, harsh woman, had
made it quite clear to Crystal that she was going to be adopted and she had
no choice in the matter.  The woman was concerned that Crystal's case would
be an embarrassment to her career, and was determined to move her out of
the home before her case caused attention, like something out of a movie
she had seen, called ``Cider House Rules''.  This wasn't some old-style
orphanage after all.  Little did Crystal realize that her very stubbornness
added credibility to the fictional story the man sought to have the
authorities believe.  It was natural that she had run away.

   In the end she decided to bide her time and do nothing.  Besides, more
pressing matters were distracting her attention, as she really did need to
pee, bad.  After some time it was all she could think of.  She began to
squirm and wring her hands in distress.  Thoughts of getting up again were
considered.  Maybe if he came awake and she just stood there, no rules
would have been broken.  Maybe she could shake the man awake without him
realizing it had been her intention to do so.  Again her mind cycled
through the possibilities as the urge from her bladder became more intense.

   The man had been awake for a few minutes, and was aware of the squirming
of the young girl in his arms.  His left hand was painfully asleep, but he
decided to hold his position to see what she would do.  It was only so
obvious she needed to pee, by the way her legs were pressed tightly
together, as she twisted on the bed.  He was surprised to have fallen
asleep next to the unbound girl.  At least he didn't wake up with a knife
in his throat, not that there was anything that sharp in the kitchen
cupboards.  He was careful not to have anything in the room that could be
used as a sharp weapon, but he could easily imagine various heavy items
that would be dangerous as clubs if she had the time to think and prepare.
He often slept with his captives, but only after binding their wrists and
ankles to the bed frame.  This was a novel situation, and he was curious to
see how the new girl would react.

   After awhile it was evident that thoughts of urinating were the only
thing on the girl's mind, and he could tell she was becoming desperate, so
he surprised her by whispering in her ear, ``need to pee, young lady?''. 
The girl was startled, but returned a ``yes sir'' and stilled herself. 
``Stand next to the bed for a moment'', he said, and got the required
response.  He had counted about ten times when she had failed to reply to a
command vocally, but again decided not to punish her for the offenses. 
This girl was too special to be abused lightly.  She demanded the utmost
care in handling, and he longed to think of commands she would be unable to
fulfill at the first attempt, condemning herself to the lashing of the cane
by her own actions.

   He got up and stretched and went to the kitchen for water, leaving the
shivering girl standing by the bed.  Having acknowledged her need, the
torment was even worse, he realized, as she expected to be allowed to
relieve herself.  It was time for more pictures he thought, and he knew
that some of his correspondents especially loved the sight of a young girl
peeing.  He picked up the camera and pulled her over to the punishment
area. The girl let forth a small strangled cry as she misunderstood the
reason.  ``Relax'' he said, ``I want you to pee here.  You will wait to pee
until I give you permission, is that understood?''.  The girl responded
with ``yes sir'', as he strapped her wrists into the restraints.  This
would be a better picture with the girl tied up on the wall.  The girl
obviously was not convinced, and sweat broke out on her skin from fear as
he spread her ankles and buckled them into the restraints.  Stepping back,
he admired the view as the young girl's bottom clenched and her frame
shook. A sob escaped her lips.  He kneeled down and framed the picture with
the viewfinder and took some preliminary pictures.  The girl relaxed just a
bit at the clicks and flashes from the digital camera.  He saw her glance
over at the whipping girdle and cane, still resting on the hook.

   ``OK, you may begin''.  Immediately the girl let loose with a strong
stream of yellow pee into the basin as he snapped pictures from behind. 
``Stop!'' he commanded, ``I want some closeups''.  The girl complied with
difficulty, a few spurts escaping as she stilled her bladder.  He moved up
behind her and felt her bottom, giving her time to suffer the interruption.
``You know you haven't been following the rules'' he whispered in her ear,
through her thick brown hair.  ``You are supposed to say `yes sir' to every
command, and I've counted over ten times when you haven't'', he said.  He
saw her begin to shiver and heightened the suspense, ``that's fifty lashes,
I believe'', which resulted in another strangled yelp from the girl as she
began to cry, still desperately trying to control her functions.  He
laughed, ``don't worry, I'll let it go this time''.

   The girl relaxed just a bit in the restraints, as he squatted behind her
to focus the camera on her private parts.  ``Please continue to pee'', and
the ``yes sir'' back made him laugh again.  He got several more excellent
shots as she emptied her bladder into the basin bowl, her stream gradually
fading to drips.  The sight of the pee escaping from between her reddened
cunt lips was making him excited, and his erection returned briefly.  He
turned on the water in the bowl to rinse it, and splashed some on her cunt
and ass, which made the girl jump in reaction.  Using his fingers he dipped
water from the spout and rinsed her parts clean of lubricant and cum and
pee.  The gauze plug in her vaginal passage was wet with her own fluids and
from the wash, so he pulled it free, and squirted some water into her with
his hands, getting a sucking sound out of the girl's breath in response. 
He was considering what was to follow, as he dried her parts with a cloth,
and unbuckled the restraints.  It was getting late in the day, and he
wasn't sure he had another cum in him, but he was sure the girl did.  Time
for some fun, he thought.

   Crystal stood by the punishment area as the man disappeared around the
corner.  She could hear a short while later the flushing of the toilet in
her cell.  Apparently the man was also relieving himself as she had done,
with a little more privacy.  Her dignity had been assaulted by the picture
show.  She had peed openly while being whipped of course, but this was
different, and she felt used and soiled by being on display as she emptied
herself.  Still, it had felt wonderful to pee, and his cleaning of her
private parts was also welcome.  She had felt sticky and uncomfortable from
the fluids that had oozed from her bum while lying on the bed.  All
thoughts of escape had left her mind, and she turned her attention back to
the present.  Surely he was going to demand some further test designed to
create an opportunity for a whipping, she guessed, and she must be alert to
his commands.

   When the man returned she remained in her standard posture, hands at her
sides, legs slightly apart, as he cleaned her entire body with a soft, damp
cloth, wiping away the perspiration and tears that had dried on her skin.
He pulled some gauze from a blue paper package and packed her canal again,
causing her to hiss at the sharp pain when the alcohol contacted the raw
area.  He left and returned again with the hair brush, and humming softly
to himself stroked the brush through her hair, and arranged it to fall on
her shoulders.  Once he stopped and stood in front of her for awhile. 
Crystal raised her eyes and caught his glance.  ``I was just admiring your
beauty'' he said, in answer to the question in her eyes, and she blushed
and cast her eyes down again.  Again he left and returned with water, which
she gratefully drank.  She was hungry again, and if by mental telepathy he
asked if she wanted to eat.  The `yes sir' brought back a ham and cheese
sandwich, and he led her over to sit on the bed and watched her eat and
drink.  He moved back over to the kitchen area and returned with toothpaste
and a container of dental floss.  ``To clean your teeth'', he explained. 
``You don't want to get a cavity, believe me.  I can fix it, but the
experience would not be pleasant for you''.  She believed that at least. 
He led into her cell, and she fell to the business of brushing and flossing
her teeth while he straightened up outside.

   13.  Pleasure



   The man re-arranged the bed for the next performance, relishing the
prospect of pleasuring the girl.  She had responded several times today,
and he was sure she was ready and willing.  He loved to lick the cunts of
his captives, taking the cunt lips into his mouth and shoving his tongue
far up into them.  He insisted on absolute cleanliness for these sessions,
as the fishy taste of their fluids did not appeal to his nature.  There
would be none of that this time, with her insides still healing from the
operation, but there would be plenty of opportunities in the months ahead.
He guessed this one might last about two years before her body flowered and
would be of no further use to him.  Even a small amount of hair on the
pussy of a young girl turned him off.  He tried to keep the first girl
longer, by plucking each new hair painfully from her mound, but the first
rush of her menstrual blood finished all desire left in him.  He drugged
her the next week and flew her back to her home city, leaving her abandoned
in a sleeping bag outside of town, with a change of clothes and $10,000 in
cash.  He wished them well, after all was said and done, and tried to give
the girls some advantage when he re-introduced them to the world outside.

   He heard the water turn off in the cell, and walked inside to find the
girl standing in front of the sink in the correct pose.  She was trying to
be like a robot, he thought, not taking any action until called on.  He
turned her around and opened her mouth with his fingers, examining what she
had done to her teeth.  She had done a thorough job, he noted, like
everything else he had demanded of her this long day.  He led her outside
and laid her on the bed on her back, her head on a pillow.  He pulled her
legs up and apart, with her knees in the air and her feet flat on the bed.
Removing his robe, and moving between her legs on the large bed he bent
down and without delay or warning began lapping her cunt.

   Crystal was shocked by the man's actions.  Nothing she experienced today
had prepared her to be treated this way.  At first she did not respond, so
surprised was she to look down at the top of the man's head as he bobbed up
and down between her legs, his hands cupping her butt and moving up and
down her legs.  At first she could feel him running his tongue and lips in
the area between her pussy and her thighs, tracing the divide between them.
As he moved his tongue from one side to the other he paused between to take
her lips between his, sucking them into his mouth with a slurp.  Now his
tongue circled her mound all the way around and underneath, crossing the
area between her ass and her pussy lips, which caused her to suck in her
breath with a start.  It felt good she realized, and now became aware that
the man had twisted his head to line up his lips with hers, and was giving
her a soulful kiss, as if her pussy was a mouth.  His tongue darted between
and traced the folds of her neat inner lips, finding her pee hole and
causing another wave of sensations that had her gripping the sheets of the
bed in response.

   At last his tongue found the target, and began to wrap around the hard
knob buried inside.  She sighed involuntarily as the tongue made contact
and her mind was filled with conflicting emotions.  How was she suppose to
respond, she thought.  Part of her wanted the attention badly, but she was
innocent of desire, and recoiled from the idea of relaxing and allowing the
pleasure to wash over her.  This man was evil, he had whipped and raped her
ass, and she shouldn't allow him to make her feel this way.  But events
were growing out of her control, as he worked over the area between her
legs, sucking and licking all the areas around her lips and always
returning to the inflamed knob, which missed his departure as he strayed
away.  Once his tongue grazed her sore asshole, and she stiffened in
response.  How could that feel good, she thought, but she remembered how
she had strained to find some fulfillment as she had pumped her ass on his
cock earlier.

   The man heard her sharp intakes of breath as his lips and tongue found
the secret places of pleasure between her legs.  He deliberately stayed
away from her clitoris for long periods, and he chuckled to himself at her
reaction when he returned to suck or lick her jewel.  She was obviously
enjoying the experience in spite of herself, he guessed, and it was turning
him on, as he moved his stiff cock over the bed sheets between her legs. 
Gradually he worked up the inner structure of her cunt and found the erect
clit, giving into long seconds of attention as the girl's bottom raised in
response, her hands pulling the sheets and her breath coming in gasps.  Oh
no, not quite yet, he thought, I have business of my own to attend to.  So
he moved off her body and saw her eyes come open in question, as he turned
around, straddling her body on his hands and knees, with his cock pointed
at her face.  ``Suck it'', he ordered, again ignoring the lack of vocal
response as he sunk down on her lips and entered her mouth.  She
immediately began the motions he had taught her and he was soon in heaven
as he considered the wet parts below him.  ``Run your hands over my bottom
and balls'' he commanded, and he laughed as he heard her try to acknowledge
the command through her cock-filled lips.  What an amazing girl, he thought
again.

   Now he returned his attention to her crotch again, this time from above.
She was much shorter than him, and he had to hunch over to keep his cock
aligned in her mouth as he made contact with her cunt with his tongue.  He
cupped her butt in his hands and pulled her towards him, diving the tongue
up and down the lower parts of her pussy, and straying to surround her
anus. Her heard a muffled cry from her and heard her breathing hard through
her nose as she sucked his cock.  He was helping her in her motions by
flexing his hips, driving the cock in and out of her mouth as if her lips
were a cunt.  Her tongue wound around his head and shaft as he moved up and
down in quick circles of his ass.  Her hands were now locked on his butt
cheeks as his lips and tongue once again gave her clit full attention.  The
girl was now bucking in his hands, and was near to her orgasm, he realized.
He was only going to let her have one full release this time, so he
concentrated on his own organ and held his breath as the tip furrowed a
path between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.  When he was on the road
of no return he sucked her clit between his lips and treated it like a tiny
cock, going up and down from the hooded tip to the base buried in her
flesh. Suddenly she became rigid and he felt her hands grabbing his ass
hard.  He felt the first spurts of his cum as she blossomed into full
orgasm writhing on the bed as he mercilessly tongue-lashed her pussy, his
cock spasming in her mouth over and over again until he wondered if he
could stand any more.

   Crystal had lost all control, and felt no sense of disgust as the man
squirted his sperm in her mouth for the second time today.  Somewhere in
the back of her mind she noted there was much less fluid this time, but her
own release washed all thoughts from her mind.  Her pussy was glowing in
her body like the sun, and her limbs felt like golden honey was flowing
through the veins.  White flashes of light careened through her mind, as an
undescribable feeling bubbled from her pussy to fill her senses.  She
grunted and gasped as waves and waves of sensation passed through her,
holding onto the man's hairy butt cheeks for dear life, her legs first
tensing and then thrashing about on the bed in release.  Even in the throes
of her pleasure she made sure she was still sucking and licking the man's
cock furiously as the spasms in it subsided.

   ``Ah!'' he suddenly cried and pulled from her mouth, ``take it easy,
just let it rest in your mouth for awhile, suck it lightly''.  The spell
was broken and Crystal's thoughts returned as the waves subsided and her
pussy throbbed.  She realized she wanted more of the incredible sensations
that had racked her ten-year old body, but was content for now to resume
her attention to the man's shrinking cock as his head rested on her legs,
his breathing growing shallower.  They stayed like that for awhile, and
then the man got up and turned around, laying next to her and hugging her
back to his chest, his hands cupping her pussy and gently rubbing over the
sensitive puffies.  That had been `69', Crystal realized, connecting their
actions with jokes from her friends at the home.  It was nice, she said to
herself, and then blushed at her own thoughts, even as the man's hand
warmed and caressed her pussy, which tingled at the touch.  It had not been
nice!  The taste of the evil fat man's cum was still in her mouth, but she
seemed unable to convince herself, and the debate in her mind continued as
she drifted towards sleep.

   14.  Afterglow

   After awhile the man woke the girl up and cleaned her again with a damp
cloth, ordering her to do the same to him, as he stood next to the bed. 
Enjoying the feeling of the girl's hands on his body, he stretched on his
toes and yawned.  Wonder what's on TV, he thought, is there a game worth
watching tonight?  He laughed at the thought, plenty of games inside today.
After the girl finished he allowed her to pee again, this time in her own
cell.  He put on his robe and ate a sandwich at the kitchen counter,
pulling some chips from the cupboard.  He placed a couple of cold diet
colas and the chips over on the low table in front of the large couch and
turned on the projection television, which was on Direct TV.  The local
channels were the New York and Los Angeles feed, so it was impossible to
know where in the world you were from the program content.  He pulled the
girl from her room and stood her next to the kitchen cabinet on the short
wall, marvelling again how she controlled her responses, even down to
spreading her legs slightly at every full stop.

   He knew her cunt must have flowed with her internal juices, and found
the gauze plug again to be soaked.  This time he had her hold a tupperware
bowl underneath her as she squatted, and squirted water up her with a
turkey baster he had on hand for other games.  He considered using the
enema appliance, but thought the hard plastic plug might damage the
incision where her hymen had been.  He allowed her to drain and squirted
more water up her, enjoying the lewd pose as he squeezed her spread-open
bottom cheeks, which had nearly faded back to their normal color from the
earlier whipping.  While she again drained into the bowl he retrieved the
gauze and alcohol and packed her one more time, with only a little
tenseness as a response.  She looked beat, he thought, and patted her on
the bottom as he took the bowl from her hands, which were quivering
slightly.  He moved her over to the television area at the end of the bed
and arranged pillows at one end of the large couch.  He laid on it and
pulled the girl down to him, arranging her on her side and tucking her butt
into his lap, enjoying the feeling of her cheeks against his soft cock,
which stirred slightly through the open robe.  No more for you, he thought,
and in truth his cock was somewhat sore from the day's activities.  He
pulled a light blanket over their legs, and offered the girl one of the
sodas.  Then he lay her head down on his chest, and reaching over her,
grabbed the remote and began to channel surf as the girl swallowed some
pop.

   Crystal was still in a state of confusion as she lay with the man.  She
again chronicled the abuses he had heaped on her.  She had been kidnapped,
operated on, cane whipped, squeezed, slapped, raped in her ass and her
mouth, choked, forced to pee for a camera and generally treated like a toy
for his pleasure.  She should be angry, but she was too tired.  She
couldn't help feeling warm and comfortable in the man's embrace, forgetting
that she had never even been naked in front of a man before, much less
embraced in the nude, and as he switched from watching sports news to some
history show about naval warfare, she fell deep asleep in his arms.



   The end?  I think not.  Note that this is just fantasy fiction, and I do
not endorse kidnapping, raping and abusing girls anymore than you do.

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