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Subject: {ASSM} Crystal's First Week, Part Two (Mg ped nc sm)
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   Crystal's First Week, Part Two (Mg ped nc sm)



   1.  Awake again

   The man woke up at 6 AM on the couch with the girl still snoozing in his
arms.  He had decided to forgo chaining the girl up before he turned off
the TV that night and slept.  She didn't appear to be a threat at this
early stage, though he would have to be more careful as her days of
captivity turned to weeks and months.  He had a full day planned in the
city, and was spent in any case, so he didn't regret leaving the girl on
her own for a day.  He brushed back her full brown hair and paused to
admire her sleeping face, so beautiful.  One of her hands had crept up to
her face during the night, and a finger was placed at her lips, where she
had apparently been sucking it.  She is a child after all, he thought, and
the realization of the incredible situation he was in made him excited, his
cock stirring as it pressed against her bum.  Even though he had
experienced many nights of contact with naked young girls, it never became
routine for him.  He appreciated how fortunate he was to be able to live
out his fantasies like this.

   And what a night, he thought.  It had taken weeks for the previous girls
to become pliant enough to really actively participate in sex.  They would
perform as he asked, often after a whipping or two, but in a mechanical
fashion.  He smiled as he recalled Becky's first day, his previous captive.
The little blonde had been caned ten times the first day, and he finally
had to tie her down on the bed spread-eagled to enter her bottom.  He had
splintered two canes on the girl's ass within a week, before she had
accepted that doing nasty things to him was better than the pain.  Crystal
had figured that out immediately.  It wasn't that the other girls were
dumb, they had just lacked the will and determination to force themselves
to act.  Where this young and naive girl had found that strength he didn't
know.  There was her evident sex drive to consider as well.  He watched her
stirring in his arms, thinking about her training.

   Finally he shook the girl awake.  Her eyes opened with a start, and he
could see it was taking her a few seconds to orient herself.  Gradually her
eyes cleared and reality came back.  ``No, it wasn't a dream,'' he informed
her, ``you're still here with me, and you will obey.'' Her hand moved away
from her mouth and resumed its position at her side.  ``Roll over and play
with my cock for awhile,'' he ordered.  The girl shifted herself on the
couch until her face was buried in his hairy chest, and reached down with
both hands to fondle his cock and balls.  She didn't really appear to know
what ``play'' meant, and just fumbled about with her hands.  It was nice,
but she needed some instruction in the finer points of pleasing a man, he
thought.  He had just the thing for her today.

   After a few minutes he told her to get up and stand by the couch, and
she remembered to reply ``yes sir''.  He still was adding up the times she
had failed to give the instructed reply, and considered briefly what he
should do.  Maybe the hair brush on her fanny five times for every failure
would be the right punishment.  That brought his cock to full attention,
but he had to get ready for the day, and would be late if he played with
the girl this morning.  So he pulled her into her room, unlocked the
plexiglass cover over the television and plugged a four-hour tape into her
VCR while she stood by the bed, shivering slightly, her hair in disarray
and sleep still stuck in her eyes.  She needs to pee, he chuckled to
himself, remembering the game he played with her the previous day.  So do
I, he thought, and considered a perversion that he sometimes indulged in.
Perhaps it's time to remind her of her place.

   He left for a moment to retrieve bread from the kitchen.  Later he would
allow her to prepare food for herself, but for now he was late and this
would have to do.  He selected a vitamin pill and two large mineral tablets
and walked back to her cell, placing the bread and pills on a shelf. 
``Here's your lunch,'' he informed the girl, ``eat it all and take the
supplements.  I'm leaving you alone today, and I want you to watch the tape
I left.  You can turn it on by using the remote the same way you did
yesterday.  When I return home tonight you will demonstrate the lessons you
learned from the tape.'' The girls eyes shifted towards the TV and found
the remote sitting on one of the shelves.  ``Now get in the shower and
kneel on the floor facing me with the door open.''

   The girl hesitated briefly, mumbling her ``yes sir'', obviously puzzled
by the command.  She nevertheless responded quickly, and soon he was
standing above her as she kneeled on the drain floor of the shower.  She
gasped as he aimed his cock at her, seeming to understand, and went rigid
as his urine stream struck her belly and chest.  Without comment he began
to pee on the girl, first training the stream across her tiny breasts, then
down to coat her legs before finishing by aiming directly into her crotch.
It's like peeing on Linda Blair, he thought with a smile, again noting
again the strong resemblance of the girl to the actress as an early teen.
He considered peeing on her face, but something held him back.  He
shrugged, shook himself clean and walked from the room, locking the door
and leaving her without any further words still kneeling in the shower
covered with his piss.

   2.  Alone

   Crystal had woken up pressed into the man feeling warm and safe, but
quickly remembered how he had abused her, as he instructed her once again
to please his member.  She was still sleepy, thinking through the day's
events as he led her into her cell and told her about how she was to spend
her time.  The man's command to enter the shower snapped her eyes awake. 
She tried to imagine why he wanted her that way, but she was in shock as
the man centered himself in the door of the shower with his thing in his
hand, and she realized his intention.  She squeezed her eyes and mouth shut
as his stream started playing over her breasts, but he didn't hit her face.
After the man left she stayed in the shower for a few minutes sobbing as
his pee drained off her body.  She felt degraded and used in the worst way.
Thoughts of suicide entered her head, and she wondered if she would have
the strength to hang herself in a bed sheet, if there was any way to tie it
to the light grill above.

   She stood up and turned on the shower, gasping as the cold water hit
her, quickly adjusting the temperature and closing the door, as she cleared
her body of his pee.  The hot water felt wonderful, and she wanted to stay
there for awhile, but she also needed to pee she realized, and bad.  She
had never done so before, but now spread her legs and let herself pee in
the shower while the warm water washed over her.  A small sense that she
was being perverted like the man invaded her, but she dismissed it for the
pleasure of being engulfed in the hot shower.  Finally she washed her body
and hair and stepped out, noting that the gauze plug from her pussy was
lying on the shower drain.  She considered replacing it, but remembered the
man always used dry gauze, and threw the little wet wad in the toilet
instead.  Besides, her pussy felt better this morning, she thought,
although her bottom was a little sore from the beating and abuse.  She
didn't stop to think how she was becoming used to referring to her private
parts with a pet name.

   After drying herself, eating some bread and swallowing the pills he had
left her, she brushed her teeth and lay on the bed for an hour or so
thinking of her situation.  The light grill above was way too high to
reach, even if she folded the thin mattress over on itself to stand on. 
The bed frame was hopeless, a flat steel sheet on tubular steel bars welded
directly into the walls and floor.  Besides, she wasn't sure she could hang
herself anyway.  The principal reason for wanting to do so, she realized,
was to spite the man.  She still had hope of escaping eventually, and even
though she had been abused in many different ways, she was essentially
unharmed, without a scar or a bruise on her young body, on the outside at
least.  Being abused for days or weeks to come didn't appeal to her, but at
least she wasn't being tortured, not like in some dungeon with whips and
racks, about the only meaning she knew for the word.

   She grew bored after a time, and remembered that she was supposed to
watch and learn from the video he had left.  She realized she didn't know
how much time had elapsed, or when he would ring for her to prepare again,
so she started the video as instructed and sat on the bed, watching the TV
screen coming to life behind the plexiglass.  The first segment of the
video was an edited compilation of commercial videos dealing with sensual
massage, almost all of the tape featuring various women rubbing men's
backs, legs and necks, using lotions and oils.  The women were all built
like models, mostly nude, with oversize breasts she realized were sometimes
fake by the stiff movements they made.  She felt her own tiny buds, which
were a little sore from being pinched and squeezed, and wondered how large
they would grow, assuming she survived to live that long.

   The men were all young and trim, with muscles rippling under their skin
as the women ran their hands and fingers over their bulges.  A couple of
times she could see their cocks and balls, as she now called them in her
head, and while they were soft, she thought they were bigger than the man's
thing.  She began to feel a little tickle in her pussy and spread her legs
a bit as she watched.  In one scene a woman used her hair, draping it over
the man's chest and legs as it fell from her head.  She found that to be
exciting in some way, and wished she could rewind the tape to watch it
again, but the remote buttons had no effect.

   She realized the man had put this tape together specifically to prompt
her to repeat these administrations on him, though his body was nowhere
near as attractive as these built young men.  The next segment started with
an instructional video on exotic dancing, apparently prepared for use by
night clubs.  The soundtrack including a corporate-style narrator, who said
silly things like ``remember to spread your legs as you bend over to pull
in the big tips.'' Later parts of the tape included clips from stage shows
that included what Crystal recognized as the Playboy bunny symbol in the
lower right corner, and included some fellow with a camera in his hat.  The
dancing was of no particular interest to the girl, and she used the time to
eat another slice of bread and pee, though she was careful to note the
various movements of the girls.  She wondered if she should practice while
watching, but instead lay down on the bed, propping her head up with a
couple of towels and the two small pillows she was allowed.

   The next film segment was an illustration of the art of oral
gratification, put together from x-rated films, she guessed, due to the
relatively low quality of the productions and the lack of dialog, aside
from grunts and moans that seemed to be dubbed in.  Apparently Crystal was
to learn by example, and she noted the way the women used both their hands
and mouths to pull back and forth on the large cocks.  She wondered if her
man had a small cock, or if the actors on the video were larger than
normal. She guessed the latter, as all of the men and women in the film
were far more attractive than anyone she knew from school or in public. 
Most of the time the men finished the same way, with the women removing the
cocks from their mouths and stroking the big erections with their hands as
the men spouted their cream onto the women's faces.  Crystal supposed the
man wished her to do the same, but she wasn't looking forward to it.  She
didn't care much for the sperm parts, but the sight of the handsome men
with their large stiff cocks was having an effect on her again, and she
pulled up her legs a bit and spread her knees, without thinking about it.

   The third segment ended and the next began.  This tape was again a
compilation, all of women handling stiff cocks in their hands.  The first
part was a good quality film, well lit and scored.  The woman was a slim
blonde with relatively small breasts, and the man had long hair, like a
Latin-American actor whose name she couldn't recall.  His body was
impressive, well built with taut dark skin.  But it was his cock that drew
her attention mostly, and that of the camera.  It was a giant thing, the
size of a cucumber.  The blonde was working up and down the shaft with her
hands, avoiding the tip at first, while she lifted and cupped his hairless
balls, apparently shaved for the film.  Crystal's hand had slipped down to
lay between her legs by this point, and she realized with a start that she
had been idly stroking her pussy lips.  She pulled back her hand in shock
and planted it firmly by her side, but she could feel the heat between her
legs.  I can't do that, she thought, that's what he would want, and I won't
submit when I don't have to.  But the longing to touch herself was strong,
and as the blonde on the TV was applying lotion to the tip of the huge
cock, she cupped herself in one hand and pressed it against her lips; just
a little she thought.

   The blonde girl was now working over the young man's stiff cock,
wrapping her hands in one direction and then the next as they travelled up
and down the shaft and over the tip.  Crystal could see that he was
breathing deeper and had spread his legs a little, flexing his thighs in
response.  At one point the blonde wrapped her hair around the giant cock,
and she noted that was the second time the man had introduced such an
element into the video.  She knew he liked to touch her hair, and wondered
if she was supposed to copy what the blonde girl was doing.  Crystal's
hands were both involved now, stroking her thighs and rubbing upwards over
the top of her mound.  All of sudden the young man's cock began to spurt
white liquid from the end right up into the air, first a small spurt, and
then a large gusher, which landed on the blonde's breasts.  The blonde
woman shifted her position, and caught the next spurt right on her face,
across her nose and lips.  Crystal was disgusted as the woman's tongue
darted out to lick the fluid, as another shot of sperm hit the bottom of
her chin.  Her hands were slowing down now on the cock, and the last few
spurts had less energy, emerging from the tip and landing on the woman's
hands.  The segment ended with the blonde girl smiling into the camera past
the tip of the stiff cock, his sperm still oozing down her face.

   Crystal realized her own hands were busy disobeying her instructions
again, but she left them alone for now, enjoying the sensation of rubbing
her pussy lips.  She hadn't touched inside the lips yet, but as the next
film segment started, and yet another large stiff cock came into view, one
of her fingers found the slit and fell inside, finding her insides to be
warm and slick.  The remaining clips weren't as polished as the first
segment, and some bits were quite crude.  Each seemed to be imparting a
different lesson, one girl brushing her breasts and body over the man's
erection, one using the outside pussy lips to stroke him as she squatted
over him, legs obscenely spread.  And one segment was particularly notable,
a young brunette woman with large breasts, had wrapped an organ in her
hair, and was stroking it pointed directly at her face, forming a tube with
the hair wrapped by her hands for the man to thrust into.  His cum
splattered all over her face and breasts, and she used her hair to clean
his cock afterwards, always smiling for the camera in spite of the cum
dripping from her forehead and nose.

   In the meantime, Crystal's fingers had found the object of their
distracted search, and she was breathing deeper as one finger and then two
teased her clit, while the other cupped her pussy lips.  By the time the
fourth segment ended she was deeply aroused, and had turned off the
rational part of her mind that was telling her to stop, that it was sick to
feel herself that way.  Her reverie was snapped by the appearance of her
captor on the screen, and she realized he had inserted a clip of the Becky
punishment video into the tape.  The message was clear, as if she had
needed to know; be prepared to demonstrate the lessons on the tape, or
you'll find yourself strapped to the wall.  The odd thing was that she
continued to feel herself while the familiar whipping sequence played out,
and she closed her eyes briefly, and fantasized it was her swinging the
cane into the young blonde girl's girdled bottom.  To her surprise, the
tape ended and the TV turned off, leaving her unfulfilled and confused. 
She removed her hands from her pussy and the mood was lost.  She lay on the
bed for awhile thinking about the tape and fell asleep with visions of
spurting cocks in her mind.

   She woke up sometime later, how long she wasn't sure.  She washed her
hands and face and ate the last piece of bread, again using the toothbrush
after eating.  She had guessed that having a cavity filled by the man would
not be a pleasant experience, and she had become an instant dental hygiene
addict.  She couldn't guess how long it would be until the man rang for her
again, and she wondered if one green light or two would shine above the
door.  She thought about six or eight hours must have passed, and after
awhile decided to see if she could play the video again.  She pressed the
number combination and the ``on'' button of the remote and the VCR whirred
into life again.  This time Crystal was careful to mentally note exactly
what was going on, and she even pretended the bed was a man's back,
kneading it as if it had muscles.  When the dancing video came on she tried
to practice some of the moves, even though the floor space in her cell was
very limited.  She was gyrating her ass with her legs open, getting into
the action, when she remembered suddenly the camera in the corner.  Even if
the man wasn't there, he might be taping her.  What if he had seen her on
the bed with her hands between her legs.  She was mortified by the thought,
and blushed deeply.  Afterwards she practiced more moves with the tape,
figuring she must, but without the abandon she had brought to the
performance earlier.

   Crystal sat on the bed and watched the last two segments again, this
time with her hands firmly planted at her side and her legs squeezed shut.
She hoped if he was watching that he had missed her earlier activity in
favor of her relatively demure posture, as the tape wound and cocks spurted
their cum again and again on the screen.  Crystal was certain he meant her
to use her hair today, as she considered what she had seen.  She suspected
she would be asked to perform all the segments of the tape on the man,
probably dancing for his pleasure, maybe massaging his back, then no doubt
sucking on his cock again.  She decided she would copy the women who had
used her hair to stroke the man into her face without being asked by the
man.  Maybe if she put her best efforts into the task he would go easier on
her.  Aside from the whipping, several times the previous day the man had
hurt her deliberately, and she didn't want to think that would be the
normal routine.  Her thoughts were interrupted by the punishment video
starting again, and she watched as the little girl was tortured by the
cane, wondering what she had looked like while fixed to the wall.  The tape
ended, and as the TV turned off, the speaker above the door immediately
sounded ``bing.'' She snapped her eyes to the top of the door; one green
light was lit.  She was relieved, but realized the man must have been
watching through the camera again.

   3.  Preparation

   The man had returned home late in the day, and turned on the video
monitor that covered the girl's cell, watching her sitting at attention on
the end of the bed.  He couldn't see the TV from the camera position, but
the monitoring equipment included a counter on the tape, and it showed
there was about an hour from the end.  Good, he thought, it must be her
second time through, and he left her watching while he put away his
purchases and made preparations for the evening.  He wondered what her
reaction was to the images on the screen, but she seemed to be unmoved by
the naked bodies, sitting with her hands at her side and her legs together.
Some women like porn, and some don't, he thought, but out of curiosity he
later rewound the tape recording of the images from the camera in her cell,
which compressed the day into a couple of hours, the frames a few seconds
apart.  As the tape rolled forward on fast frame, he stopped it to normal
speed and watched her lying on the bed with her hands between her legs.  He
laughed out loud; the girl had not let him down, she was exceptional in
every way.

   No girl in all the years he had used the special basement chambers had
ever masturbated in the cell, so far as he was aware.  This ten ear-old
virgin girl had been here less than two days, and had been abused quite
severely, yet had already cum twice and was now stroking her own pussy to
porn videos.  Unbelievable, he thought, she has no idea how special she is.
The other girls had been brought to feel sexual pleasure, but only under
threat of punishment.  They had been so cowed by the whippings that they
had become passive, scared little creatures, that did his bidding out of
fear.  It would be infinitely more fun for a girl to debase herself,
partially from her own will, at least.  It suddenly occurred to him to run
the surveillance tape back to the first run of the video he had left her to
watch.  Fortunately the security system was tied into the tape, and one of
the inputs was the VCR counter, which appeared in a data window in one
corner of the screen.  He ran the tape to where the Becky punishment clip
should have started, and played it back at normal speed.  It was difficult
to tell from the compressed tape whether she continued to diddle herself,
but certainly she didn't remove her hands from between her legs until the
tape had run run its course.

   He switched the video back to real time and waited for the tape to end
as he considered the evening ahead.  When he saw the VCR counter run out,
he pressed the speaker button and flicked one of the light switches on.  He
chuckled at her response, and saw her eyes move to the lights above the
door frame of her cell.  Yes, I was watching you, and no, you won't be
ass-fucked tonight honey child, he thought, but probably tomorrow.  He was
careful not to let the girls' systems become accustomed to the forced
enemas, which would disrupt their normal bowel functions if used too much.
This first week he would probably make her clean herself a couple more
times, but once her pussy was healed, he would cut it back to once a week.

   How should he handle her, he mused some more.  He had used the other
girls more or less as punching bags and love toys, brutalizing them in any
way that didn't draw blood or leave too much bruising, except once when he
had enjoyed sticking pins into one unfortunate girl's nipples and pussy. 
She had healed from the treatment, but he could see dots on the skin where
the needles had pierced, and didn't repeat the abuse.  He liked his girls
to be whole, untouched almost.  Could this girl be brought to enjoy pain in
a certain sense?  He had the notion that maybe she would like to inflict
pain, and thought about whether it would be worth the trouble to capture
another girl briefly, just for that purpose.  Oh well, he thought, time
enough for that.  He was ready for her performance, and flipping back to
real time on the camera screen, he could see that the girl was out of the
shower.  He decided to speed up her preparations by bringing her the hair
dryer again.

   Crystal was just finishing her initial towel drying when the door
suddenly opened.  She panicked for a moment, thinking what to do, but
quickly moved toward the door as if to take up her assigned position
outside, the towel dropping from her head.  The hour couldn't have passed,
was this a trap as an excuse for punishment?  But the man grabbed her arm
as she neared the door and spoke to her, ``relax, finish drying off, I'll
get the hair dryer for you.'' She remembered to say ``yes sir,'' and he
spoke to her again.  ``You can drop the reply when I give you a command,
it's getting tiresome.  Only reply when I ask you a question.'' She started
to say ``yes ...'' but cut off and stood silently.  ``Just because I
changed the rules doesn't mean I've forgotten your past mistakes.  I'm
still thinking of a suitable punishment.''

   She wondered what he had in mind this time, but in the meantime picked
the towel up off the floor and continued to dry her hair.  The man brought
in the hair dryer on the long cord and handed it to her with the brush, and
she set about the task af arranging her hair while he sat on the bed.  He
reached out and moved her around so her bottom was facing him, and starting
slapping her butt cheeks lightly back and forth, apparently just to amuse
himself.  Her bottom was growing a little pink as she finished with the
hair dryer, but she stayed hunched over a little to keep in position for
his pleasure.  She actually didn't mind his attention too much, it didn't
really hurt and it made her tingle inside somehow.  He stopped the spanking
after a few seconds and she straightened up.  He reached for her waist and
turned her around.

   ``Finish brushing your hair while I check you out,'' he said, ``spread
your legs wider,'' and she complied.  He now kneeled on the floor and
spread her open with his fingers while she squeezed her eyes shut and
continued to absently brush her hair.  ``Hmmm, it fell out I see, looks
alright though, healing nicely,'' he observed, ``I think we can dispense
with the packing tonight, we'll see how it looks in the morning.'' No
response was apparently required of her, and he sat back on the bed while
she pulled her legs back under her and began to brush her hair with more
attention.  The feeling of the man's hands spreading her lips caused her to
tingle down there again, and she was angry with herself.  She remembered a
derogatory term from school that seemed to fit, and applied it to herself;
stop being a slut, she thought.  ``Lotion first,'' he reminded, ``then
clean your pussy in the bidet.  Get the stream inside a bit.'' She wasn't
sure how to accomplish that, but she busied herself applying the lotion to
every part of her body as he had instructed.

   The man had enjoyed slapping her rear end around while she dried her
hair, noting with satisfaction that she had remained bent over a little
after she was done with the dryer so he could have access to her bum.  Does
she like it a little, he wondered, or is she just being obedient?  He saved
that thought for further exploration, while checking the inside of her
cunt. The gauze plug was gone he saw, but the incision was sealed over and
what little scar tissue remained was a normal color.  He sat on the bed and
watched her apply the lotion, nearly busting out laughing as she carefully
spread it to all of her exposed skin, even her ears.  He didn't want the
captive's skin to dry out from the conditioned air and the frequent
cleanings, so he insisted on lotion being applied at least once a day. 
When she bent over to work on her legs and feet, he opened his robe and
stroked himself while the other hand played with her body, running through
her hair, tweaking a nipple, squeezing a bottom cheek and finally settling
between her legs, stroking her pussy.

   When she was done, he took the lotion bottle from her and returned it to
the shelf, and reeled up the extension cord with the hair dryer, putting it
back in its drawer.  When he returned to the cell the girl was facing the
wall, adjusting the temperature on the bidet spigot.  This bidet shot a
stream out from the base horizontally, that could be adjusted up and down
slightly, rather than spraying from below.  He watched with amusement while
she tried to line up the water stream with the opening between her legs,
being more or less successful at getting some of the water inside.  He got
up and helped her out, grabbing her by her bottom cheeks and lifting her up
until the water was jetting right inside her hole.  The water stream was
aerated and not too strong, so he wasn't concerned about the effect on her
incision area.  What he noted with delight was that the girl had shut her
eyes, and seemed to be enjoying the treatment.  He used his free hand to
adjust the water flow until it sprayed directly on the hood covering her
clitoris, and increased the temperature of the water.  At first the girl
opened her mouth and started breathing in short gasps, but as the water
heated up she began trying to move out of the way.  ``Stay still!'' he
commanded, testing the water to make sure it was not hot enough to burn.

   Crystal had been enjoying the warm water flooding her insides, it felt
different than being touched outside, and she yielded to the new sensation
as the water jetted in and flowed out continuously.  The man was holding
her bottom in his left hand and arm, while she placed her hands on the
basin lip for support.  His other hand was adjusting the stream to aim it
right at her passage opening.  Warm water dripped down between her legs and
tickled her asshole as it fell into the basin of the bidet, and she began
to feel the same as the previous day, when the man had made her have an
orgasm.  When he switched the water flow to her clitoris she had really
begun to get excited, closing her eyes and imagining the Latin American man
from the video was doing this to her.  But suddenly the water grew
uncomfortably hot and she looked down in question and tried to move her
hips back, gaining a rebuke from the man.

   He was playing another game of pain with her, she knew.  The object was
to get her to disobey, to force herself to the punishment wall where pain
was no longer tolerable.  She guessed he wouldn't burn her deliberately, so
she determined to hold out and set her teeth to withstand the torment.  Her
body was starting to betray her wishes again, and her lower parts were
pelting her mind with demands to be removed from the hot water spray.  She
could feel her little knob throbbing in pain, and heard herself start to
make moaning and squealing sounds as she struggled to breathe.  The man
reached out and the water increased in temperature, too much to stand.  Her
legs began to shake and her bottom squirmed in the man's grasp.  She
hollered and screamed as the water suddenly changed temperature again, but
was brought back to reality by the sound of a laugh from the man.  She
realized the water had not grown hotter, but had been turned completely to
cold.  The rapid switch had fooled her nerves in thinking they were being
burned.  She glanced down between her legs and saw that while her pussy
lips were somewhat red, they were not really damaged, and heard the man
chuckling to himself.  ``That's clean enough,'' he said, ``stand up,'' as
he shut off the spout.

   The girl had perspired a bit in her pain during the water treatment, so
he wiped her clean with a damp towel, and then dried her off, patting her
between her legs with a dry towel.  He left her standing in the cell while
he replaced the towels, and then pulled her out of the cell into the main
room.  He moved her in front of the reclining chair while he put some soft
ambient music on the stereo system, then returned to sit in the chair with
his robe open.  Time for her show, he thought.  The girl lifted her eyes a
bit as he spoke to her, ``Dance.''

   4.  Performance

   The girl started to swing around the floor, ineptly at first, trying to
copy the movements of the women in the video, and looking silly as she
opened her legs at inappropriate times and generally tried to be ``hot''.
After a couple of minutes she started to get the rhythm of the music and
began to sway in tune, dancing around, swinging her bottom in time.  The
man was nearly laughing at her attempts to be sexy, but then the girl again
surprised him by dancing over to his chair and swinging her bottom across
his lap, stopping in the middle to run it up and down his crotch, while she
spread her legs wide.  Now this was interesting, he thought, and moved
forward in the chair to line up his cock with her bottom crack.  The girl
was actually rubbing his cock with her asshole, he realized, and he placed
his hands on her bottom to encourage her motions.

   Then the girl really shocked him and danced away, grinning at him over
her shoulder as she held her arms above her head and swung her hair and
hips to the music.  Damn!  he thought, she was teasing him like a table
dancer.  The girl was beyond being a quick study, she had absorbed the
feeling of the dance from the videos, and was adopting the role.  She
danced over again and bent almost double, shoving her cunt lips and ass
nearly in his face.  He reached out and appreciatively ran his hand over
the stretched curve of an ass cheek, and again she danced away, adopting a
mischievous stance, sticking a finger in her mouth and slowly doing the
splits as she smiled at him, running her hands over her chest as if she was
lifting invisible breasts she did not yet possess.

   Nothing should surprise him now, but he was amazed when she danced back
over facing him, placed her hands on the arm of the chair and proceeded to
drop her head down, cascading hair over his chest and stomach and then down
to his raging cock, which she whipped with her tresses.  She then wrapped
her hair around his cock and stood up suddenly, pulling the loose skin
upwards on it while her hair untangled, all the while keeping her ass
swaying to the music.  Again she turned around and danced away, stopping
first to give his cock a squeeze with her hand, still smiling at him.  Wow!
he thought, that was a professional move of the first order.

   He lusted for more contact, and got up out of the chair to move with
her, brushing his cock against her as she danced.  When she bent over to
perform a split, he squatted down and place his cock underneath her,
rubbing it back and forth between her cunt lips and poking at her rosebud.
He felt her hand reach down, pressing his cock into her, and suddenly she
turned around and kissed him fully on the end of his prick, her tongue
teasing the tip as he thrust at her.  This was too inviting and he forgot
the order of the evening's affairs, grabbing her by the head, forcing his
cock in her mouth.  The girl got the message, and knelt in front of him,
showing she had absorbed the rest of the tape as well, giving him the full
treatment with her mouth and hands, slowly, still in time to the music.  He
began to feel himself swell, but it was much too early for this, and he
pulled out of her mouth.  `Nice, but not yet, young lady.  I've had a long
day, why don't you rub my back.''

   Crystal was worried at first as she realized she was being clumsy, and
tried to clear her mind to listen to the soft music.  She pretended she was
a stripper on-stage, and started swaying her bottom in time, moving
fluidly, gradually getting into the rhythm.  She was determined to perform
well, and pretended the man was a customer, smiling at him while she
danced. She had planned a few moves in advance, and encouraged by the
pleased look on the man's face, as well as the stiff cock she could see
sticking up through his open robe, she boldly moved over to him and stuck
her swaying bottom in his lap.  She could feel his cock stiffen as he
lurched forward to rub it inside her bottom cheeks, and she pretended to
enjoy the contact, though in truth the erotic nature of the dance was
moving her as well.  His cock felt good in her crack, especially when it
brushed her bottom hole, but she remembered how the strippers had only
given their patrons a little bit of such attention, and danced away when he
grabbed her ass, remembering to smile over her shoulder as she had planned.
The man's eyes were wide in surprise, she saw, and she smiled to herself as
she swayed into the next pose.  Maybe I won't get hurt tonight, she
thought, he looks like he's enjoying it.

   As that move had gone over well, she again danced over to the man and
did a full backwards split, displaying her pussy to him from the rear.  She
felt his hands trace the curve of her behind, and danced away again,
throwing him a look designed to say, ``look, but don't touch''.  The next
move she had planned carefully, and after draping her hair over his body,
she wrapped his cock in a fall, and pulled upward, attempting to apply
friction to his member with her hair as it pulled away.  She remembered to
give him a smile as she squeezed his cock in farewell, dancing again to the
middle of the room.  She was surprised to find him next to her, poking his
thing at her through his robe.  It disturbed her plans, but she adapted,
and offered her ass in the air again.  She felt his cock rubbing under her
and moved her hand down to increase the pressure on her privates, but then
she had an idea, and turned around suddenly, kissing and teasing the tip of
his cock, something she had planned to perform later, with the man in the
chair.

   Apparently she was having the desired effect, as he plunged his cock
between her lips and grabbed her head.  She reacted quickly, remembering
the motions of the cock-sucking part of the tape.  His cock wasn't large
enough to suck and stroke at the same time, she realized, so she alternated
with her hands and her mouth, using one part on his balls while the other
worked the cock.  She hadn't felt his balls with her mouth before, and she
actually enjoyed cradling one and then the other between her lips, though
she wished there was less hair in the way.  Then the man surprised her by
pulling away and asking for a back rub.  She had hoped he would squirt his
sperm at her face early in the evening, thinking that maybe she would be
left unmolested if he was satisfied in that way, but apparently he had
different plans.  There was nothing to do but try to perform as well as she
could in the next phase.  So far, so good, she thought, at least this was
better than being tormented with an ice cube, choked and impaled, recalling
the long previous day and night.

   He removed his robe, and handed her a bottle of hand lotion, lying on
the bed face down, and making himself comfortable, as the girl straddled
his legs.  He was thinking about her dancing and oral performance, and
smiled as he guessed her intentions.  Clever girl, he thought, and while he
saw through her plans, that didn't mean he failed to appreciate the thought
that had gone into them.  For a ten year-old girl, innocent of the world of
sex until yesterday, she was beyond remarkable.  She was one of a kind, a
freak of nature.  He resolved again to think of how to develop her
potential.  Oh, he would enjoy the fucking and sucking, and he planned to
play plenty of games with her that would have her squealing in pain, but
the ultimate contest was for the girl's mind.  He thought of turning her
loose on the world of men at twelve, not only fully capable in the sexual
arts, but a willing participant in the art of pleasure for her own sake. 
My God, he thought, what a dominatrix she would make.  He imagined her in
thigh boots with a whip in her hand.  Perhaps she would enjoy giving some
of what he would bestow back to her victims, he smiled to himself, as the
girl began spreading lotion on his back.

   He felt the girl bend to her task, her long brown hair brushing his
lower back while her fingers worked upwards and over his shoulders, and
then back around his neck and down the middle of his spine, falling into
rhythm with the music again.  Is there nothing I could ask of this girl
that she wouldn't perform well?  he thought.  Her massage wasn't expert,
and her tiny hands had no strength, but she was putting her back into it,
and he surrendered to the pleasure of being rubbed by the little girl.

   He felt her hands working over his shoulders and neck, and then all the
way down his back, right over his butt cheeks, which she stopped to
squeeze, then down the back of his thighs, and all the way back up to his
shoulders again.  She applied some more lotion and began to knead his lower
back, working down to his butt cheeks, which she lingered over, feeling
into the crack with the edge of her hands and down his thighs and back. 
Suddenly he felt her lean forward, and his butt was covered by her tummy
and crotch as she began draping her hair over his back, first stroking up
and down and then whipping the tresses from side to side.  He noticed that
her body was pressing into his bottom more than was strictly necessary for
this move, and heard her breathing quicken.  His cock was stiff underneath
him, and after letting her knead his shoulders again as she rubbed herself
on his bottom, he rolled under the girl, and his cock sprang into the air
in front of her, as he settled his head into a pillow.  Let's see if she
has absorbed the rest of the video lesson, he thought.  The massage had
been perfectly executed, or at least was good as one could expect from the
hands of the small girl, and he was thrilled when she rubbed her own body
into his bottom.  What a girl, he thought again.

   Crystal had been surprised by the condition of the man's back and legs,
which were thick with muscles.  His skin wasn't as attractive as the young
men in the videos, but his butt cheeks were firm and meaty.  She remembered
what she could from the video as she dug her fingers into his shoulder
muscles and neck, working up and down his back, breathing hard from the
effort.  Her hands and arms were soon sore, but she ignored the pain and
tried to put as much effort into the massage as she could muster.  She
forgot about her burning arms when she ran her hands over the man's bottom,
as once again she began to feel the familiar heat growing between her legs.
She wanted to touch herself, and tried to squeeze her legs together to
bring some friction to the area, but they were spread wide straddling the
man's large thighs, and her pussy was open to the air, seeking contact. 
She thought about her hair again, and without giving her dignity any
thought, realized she could press her crotch against his bottom if she had
to lean over him to lay her hair over his back.  The contact allowed her to
bring some pressure to bear, and she continued the opportunity by staying
in position to work on his shoulders with her hands.

   She was just working into a rhythm when he suddenly rolled under her,
and his cock presented itself, stiff and clearly hungry for attention.  She
considered if she was supposed to massage his front, and didn't relish
running her hands over the large belly.  She guessed he had wished her to
apply the lessons of cock handling from the video, and heard him moan in
reply as she first tickled the shaft lightly with the tips of her fingers.
She was still straddling his legs with her crotch split far apart, and
wasn't able to rub it into his body in this position.  Shamelessly she let
herself lay down flatter, and moved one leg between his with the other
outside, her legs now being split by one of his.  She settled her pussy
into contact with the lower part of his thigh as she applied lotion to his
cock and balls with light touches of her fingers, pulling further grunts of
pleasure from the man.  She started working her hands around the slick
cock, pulling lotion down and around his balls, sliding her hands over all
his parts now except for the head of his cock.  She continued to tease him
in this fashion as she began moving herself back and forth over his leg,
pressing her pussy lips into him.

   The man had noticed the shift in her position of course, but he was far
more interested in the attention she was giving his cock, as it quested for
more contact with her flickering fingers.  She was teasing him expertly,
and he smiled and groaned with pleasure as she brought her hands into play,
circling around the shaft and under his balls again and again, never
touching the head.  He allowed her to torment him like this for a time, and
then flexed his hips down into the bed, fucking his cock in her hands to
force them over the tip, and she got the message, starting to work her
hands all the way up and down his shaft, one hand leaving to get more
lotion a couple of times.  He felt her pussy pressing into his upper thigh
as she moved back and forth, and lifted his head to see the action.  He
could see her eyes were un-focused and her mouth open, and he enjoyed the
erotic sights of her hands on his cock and his leg between her full thighs.


   He saw that she was reaching for the lotion, but then put the bottle
back, and wondered what she was thinking.  He got his answer when she moved
up his leg a bit, sat back on her haunches, and proceeded to whip his cock
with her long, full hair, rotating her head back and forth as his cock
divided the waves of hair moving over him.  His cock strained for sensation
as the soft hair swirled over the tip, and his body tensed as he held his
breath in delight.  She then wrapped falls of hair around the base of his
cock, working up to the tip, and fell back on her hands, her hair
following, pulling at his penis as it disengaged.  It was so good he
gasped, moving his hands to squeeze her thighs, as she repeated the move
twice more.  He liked to play with his captive's hair, and let it grow long
so he could wrap it around his cock.  The inclusion of the clips involving
hair play in today's video was no accident, but the girl had taken the hint
to an extreme, and was showing remarkable creativity.  She began pumping up
and down on his cock using handfuls of hair, and he felt himself near to
the point of not being able to hold back.  ``Stop!'' he commanded, ``lay
down next to me for a minute and just squeeze my cock gently in your
hands.''

   Crystal was sure the man was going to cum as she pumped him with her
hair, and planned to move her face down to accept the seminal fluid blast,
as she figured he wanted that today.  Her own pleasure was forgotten as she
worked him up, so concentrated was she on achieving the goal.  But again he
denied her, and she lay next to him breathing deeply and did as he
instructed, gently pumping her hand on his cock, giving and releasing
pressure.  The man moved one arm around her and worked his hands between
her bottom, reaching the girl's pussy from behind and stroking between her
lips.  She closed her eyes again, and felt the man's hand working further
inside to rub the sides of her clit, his wrists pressing against the
insides of her ass cheeks.  She allowed herself to yield to the sensation,
and felt the beginnings of the road to pleasure swell inside her again as
she buried her face in his side.  His middle finger traced under and around
her clit hood, while the rest of his fingers squeezed her lips, further
pushing the clit out for contact.  She started to moan, and put her top leg
over his, working it up and down his leg as she grasped his penis harder,
almost as a handle.

   The man smiled and kissed the top of her head as he brought her closer.
If you could tap the sexual energy of this little girl, you could solve the
California power crisis, he thought.  Nothing she did surprised him now,
but to be in this position, straining for her release, was simply
incredible for a girl of her age, especially given her recent
circumstances. But he thought of an experiment to perform later that night,
and decided he would deny her any orgasms during tonight's games.  So he
moved his hand out from between her legs, and slapped her on the bottom. 
``Stay here for a minute, I'll be back,'' getting up to fetch the hair
brush, a couple of sandwiches and some pop from the kitchen.

   5.  Suitable punishment

   ``You must be hungry,'' he said as he returned to the frustrated girl.
``Sit up and eat,'' he motioned, passing her a sandwich.  The girl pulled
herself up and sat on the edge of the bed, while he moved to sit behind
her, pinning his cock to her naked back, and taking a few bites as he
brushed her hair and watched her eat.  ``You can have half the pop,'' he
said, and the girl drank a bit from the can, swirled it a bit, and drank a
little more.  He wondered if she had taken the invitation as a command, and
was trying to gauge exactly where one-half would be, and he chuckled
inside. Probably she took it into account, he thought, she's been thinking
all evening except when she was close to cumming a few minutes ago.  When
they finished he allowed her to brush and floss her teeth and to pee, and
when she returned he was ready, sitting up at the head of the bed propped
by several pillows with his legs stretched out in front of him, the hair
brush in his right hand.

   Crystal was bitterly disappointed again as the man had moved off the
bed, leaving her pussy steaming and throbbing.  She didn't even bother to
call herself a slut again, as that part of her mind was submerged for the
moment.  When he brought her the ham sandwich she realized that she was
very hungry, and forgot about her need as she wolfed it down, the man now
sitting behind her on the bed, brushing her hair.  She could feel his cock
against the small of her back, and leaned back a bit, enjoying the heat. 
When he told her to drink, she did indeed consider whether it was a trick
to get her punished, and tried to guess as best she could to leave half the
can full.  The man ordered her to brush her teeth and pee, and she did so
quickly, thinking that now it was time to suck him again, this time to the
end, his cock squirting through her hair into her face.  That was all that
was left from the video, but she half hoped he would reciprocate as he had
the previous night.  She was surprised to leave her cell and find the man
sitting up in bed with his cock buried in his lap, in no position to be
handled by her.  She didn't like the look on his face as she walked over
and stood in front of the bed.

   The man grinned as he watched the girl's face and read all her thoughts.
``I told you I thought of a suitable punishment,'' he said, ``lay across my
lap face down with your legs toward the wall.'' The girl climbed over his
legs and did as she was told, and he reached out to arrange her position so
that her bottom was positioned just right, centered over his right thigh.
``I think I said fifty lashes, but we'll use the hair brush instead, is
that OK with you?'' he asked rhetorically, getting a feeble ``yes sir''
from the girl as she buried her face in the bed and gripped the sheets with
her hands.  ``Relax your bottom, this won't be bad,'' he lied to her,
reaching his left hand over her back to hold her, and proceeding to give
her a couple of test swats with the brush, not too hard at first, to see
the effects.  The smack of the back of the brush on one cheek and then the
other almost made him giggle with delight.  Spanking was one his favorites,
and his cock grew up to brush her side.  The girl had done as she was told,
and her bottom bounced in a delightful fashion, absorbing and springing
back from the blows.  Her breathing was shallow and quick, but she showed
no other reaction as her bottom sprouted pink patches where the brush had
fallen.

   He also wanted to keep her sexual tension as high as possible without
allowing her release, so he put the brush down and rubbed the pain from her
cheeks, moving his hand between her legs and giving her moist cunt a little
feel.  The girl accommodated his hand by shifting her legs apart just a bit
as he dug his hand under her bottom to stroke her lips.  He chuckled at the
girl to himself; fifty of those you wouldn't mind, I bet.  Let's up the
force a little here, he thought.  The best feature of the wooden brush was
its extended handle, designed for use by women with long hair, to allow
extra reach.  In the present context the handle allowed him to moderate the
force by choking up or moving back, though in her position on his lap it
was difficult to really develop a full swing, not that he wished to bruise
her anyway.  Just redden her up good, he thought, maybe take some pictures
after.

   Crystal had in fact not minded the swatting too much, now that she could
feel the results.  She had concentrated on keeping her bottom relaxed and
still, and the brush bounced off without too much pain.  If he was going to
rub her like that afterwards, she might actually enjoy the experience,
feeling a twinge of guilt again at her thoughts.  But the next hit landed
much harder, stinging her bottom, and she gasped sharply as a companion
stroke whapped the other cheek.  The man laid on four more quick hits in
succession, and she dug her hands into the sheets and grimaced as she let
out a little cry.  That was eight, she thought, but once again the man was
rubbing her cheeks and thrusting his hands underneath her, longer this
time. She just started to enjoy the feeling again when he suddenly stopped
and two more sharp cracks startled her, causing her to cry out again as
tears flowed from her eyes.  Again, four more quick hits followed,
alternating from one cheek to the other, never in the same place twice, and
each a little harder than the last.  That's fourteen, she thought, about
one-third of the total, if he was telling the truth.  The pain was getting
intense, and her bottom stung badly even after he stroked it again with his
hands, kneading her cheeks with his open palms.

   The man saw that her pleasure was turning to pain, and spent several
minutes this time, soothing her bottom with soft strokes, and finally
reaching under her to fondle her pussy lips.  She wasn't responding to the
treatment this time, and he figured it was futile to try and keep her
aroused during the entire session continuing on this way.  So he moderated
his next strokes back down a notch, working around her bottom with ten
straight strokes, seeking to spread the red color all over her bum.  He
finished with two more on the tops of her thighs, relatively mild hits, and
then spent even more time rubbing out the sting.  He noticed that the girl
was tense during the hits, but had relaxed somewhat when they finished,
maybe getting the message.  He dipped his hand underneath her again and
gently caressed her pussy, working from the inner thighs into the large
outside lips, then following the curve up her inner lips to her clit. 
Bingo, he thought, as the stiff nub greeted he fingers, she wins again.  As
an afterthought he dipped the tip of his finger inside her, just up to the
area where the hymen was removed, and was rewarded by a quick intake of
breath from the girl.

   He realized his left hand was not joining in the fun, and figured he
really didn't need to hold her in his lap.  She wasn't going to move her
ass away from the blows regardless of what he did to her, acknowledging the
force of her will.  So he tucked his arm in and wormed his hand underneath
her tummy, cupping her pussy lips and pressing into her mound with his
palm. He picked up the brush in his right hand again and started to swat
her gently, moving around her buns to the top of her thighs and back.  He
had lost count of the strokes, but it didn't matter anymore, they were
playing a different game now.  Only he knew the ending, he thought.  He
picked up the force a bit as he felt her pressing her pussy into his hand.

   Crystal had felt the change in the force, but thought it was probably a
trick to get her to relax before he really belted her.  But the blows
stayed about the same force, and while the last two on her thighs surprised
her, they were nearly as gentle as the first two he had inflicted.  She
realized she had lost count, as his hands started to feel underneath again,
and she gave in a bit to the warm feeling in her pussy.  When he probed her
inside she felt herself twitch at the new sensation, and wondered if he was
going to do it more.  She felt his left hand leave her back and work its
way to her pussy, and she moaned softly and allowed herself to concentrate
on the movements of the hand underneath her.  She tensed as the spanking
resumed, but they seemed more like love taps to her now, and she gave in to
the complete experience of being spanked and felt-up at the same time.

   She was able to retain that feeling even as the brush strokes increased
in force, as they stayed within the range of not really being painful.  She
wondered what her bottom would look like afterwards, remembering the bands
of red on the whipped girl in the video.  The thought made her excited, and
she began to circle her hips a little to drive herself into the man's
cupped hand.  Now she began to move towards orgasm, and allowed herself to
be carried away with the flow, but was interrupted as the strokes increased
in strength and started to hurt again, harder and harder.  Suddenly the man
pinched her clit and laid a series of blistering strokes on her bottom that
made her gasp and scream out in pain.  Before she could react, he had
grabbed her by the waist, and once again demonstrating his strength,
flipped her around to pull her bottom in his lap, pinned her legs apart
with his knees as he gripped her belly with his left hand, and delivered
four quick swats of the brush directly onto her flushed pussy lips.

   The man monitored the girl's state, letting her build up a good head of
steam before letting her have it.  Just when it seemed to him that she was
moving towards the edge, he gave her clit a sharp pinch and belted her
hard, then flipped her around and smacked her right on her open cunt lips,
taking care to avoid her erect clit for fear of doing damage.  He loved the
moist sound the back of the brush made as it whapped the soft lips, and
thrilled to hear the girl scream.  As soon as he finished he dropped the
brush and turned her over on her stomach, finishing the job on her bottom
with his hand, making sure the cheeks were an even red color, as the girl
sobbed and squirmed.  Finally he rolled her off his lap onto her tummy,
leaving her crying on the bed as he went to fetch the digital camera.  He
wanted to capture the moment, and after taking several shots of her
ruby-red bottom and thighs, rolled her over for closeups of her pussy,
which had also adopted a rosy glow.  He finished with some shots of her
face, succeeding in getting the feeling of her pain afterglow on the film.
The boys will like these, he thought.

   Putting the camera down, he climbed back on the bed, and the girl shrank
away from him a bit, curling up on her side as if to avoid further
punishment.  ``There, there,'' he crooned to her, ``all done,'' lying next
to her and folding her in his arms.  She was stupid if she thought his
attentions had turned paternal, and he knew this girl was no fool.  But she
seemed to recognize the game of pain was over for now, and accepted his
embrace as he stroked her stomach, spooning with the girl, his cock pressed
into her glowing bottom, enjoying the heat.  They lay liked that for awhile
as the girl calmed down.  He got up and rolled her onto her stomach, and
applied cream to her abused cheeks, working down her thighs and underneath
into her pussy lips, though she didn't seem inclined to feel passion at the
moment.  So he gave her a long soothing back rub, with experienced hands,
and she gradually relaxed again at the pleasure of the massage, his
semi-hard cock resting harmlessly on her bottom, for the moment.

   6.  Encore

   Crystal sobbed and pouted as the man took pictures of her, angry at him
for the spanking and abuse.  She had been proud of her performance, and
thought she deserved some kindness.  She chided herself as well for being
so naive.  This man had proven over and over again that he enjoyed giving
her pain as much as taking his own pleasure, and there was no reason to
expect anything else.  But she knew she had surprised him with the special
tricks she had planned, and wondered if there was any way she could break
through, to talk with him or have any sort of communication aside from
``yes sir'' to his questions.  She didn't admit it to herself, but she was
also mad that he hadn't allowed her to reach her pleasure, always breaking
off just as she started to warm up.  The man was now spreading cream over
her burning bottom and legs, and it felt good, but she resolved to be
unmoved, especially when he reached under to sooth her pussy lips.  She was
especially upset about being hit there, though in truth it hadn't been that
painful, and her screams were more a reaction in shock.  Well, she thought,
any day I don't get whipped is a good day, and she realized she better be
careful not to be too petulant, as she could end up strapped to wall at any
time.

   Anyway, the man was now massaging lotion into her back and shoulders,
brushing her hair to the side to expose her skin, and she couldn't help
melting a little as his strong hands seemed to know just where to rub and
how much to force to apply.  She felt herself becoming slack and shifted
her arms under her head to open up her flanks, which he was now stroking
with his palms and fingers in long, firm strokes, moving down to knead her
thighs, and then kneeling beside her, to treat her calves and feet.  The
bottom of her feet tickled a bit at first, but his strong fingers soon
turned them into centers of intense pleasure.  No one had ever touched her
like this, and she realized that her massage paled in comparison to the
techniques the man had obviously practiced.

   The man now moved back up her legs, and she let out a little moan of
regret for her now lonely feet, which longed to be rubbed more.  Perhaps
the man understood, because he moved back down and rubbed them more,
pressing deeply into the soles, flexing them in his hands and sucking her
toes, which almost caused her to giggle in delight.  But at last he left
them again and worked up over her pink bottom and back, until she stretched
underneath him like a cat.  She felt him apply more lotion between her
cheeks, and realized the man was rubbing his cock there as he worked.  She
could feel it swell and stiffen, and remembered that she was due to have
cum on her face before the night was over, thinking about her plans to make
it special again.

   The man felt the girl becoming pliant under his hands, and stopped to
lubricate her ass cheeks so he could pleasure himself there as he rubbed
her back.  He considered flipping her over to massage her front, but his
cock slipped from her cheeks and his forward thrust drove between her legs,
nearly entering her from behind.  He reached for more lotion and applied it
directly to his member, and holding her legs shut with his thighs as he
straddled her, drove into the folds of her pussy, using the flesh of her
lips and her thighs as a kind of vagina.  He kept upward pressure against
her cunt, and felt the tip of his cock run up the inner lips and over her
clitoris hood, feeling the little lump of flesh now engorged again.  It was
evident that his massage had delivered the intended effect, and he
continued to work in short strokes that provided direct contact between the
slick cock head and clitoris.  The girl put her fingers in her mouth and
closed her eyes as he rubbed her cunt and her back with the tools at his
disposal.  It would be easy to cum like this, as he done several times
before.  He especially liked to fuck his captive's crotches from behind as
the girl lay on top of him with her legs squeezed shut, shooting his cum up
over their bellies, and if he was pent up enough, sometimes all the way to
splash on their faces.

   He continued to thrust as he sensed her moving once again to the
threshold of joy, feeling her heat up and pant underneath him.  Judging the
moment to be right, he pulled out and slapped her on the butt, leaving her
moaning on the bed, twisting on the sheets in frustration.  He snickered to
himself as he walked over to the kitchen, grabbing a pop and a warm, damp
towel.  He offered some pop to the girl, and noted that she lay on the bed
longer than necessary before acknowledging his presence and propping
herself up to drink.  He could punish her for that, he thought, but he
didn't seriously consider it.  It was late and she had more work to do, he
thought.

   He finished the can when she handed it back to him, and rolled her over
on her back, spreading her legs wide with his hands and using the towel to
clean her pussy thoroughly of the lotion.  He then wiped his own genitals
with the towel and lay on the bed next to her.  ``Climb on top of me with
your legs toward my head and suck me.''

   Crystal didn't hesitate, hoping that the man would lick her the way he
done the previous night, when for a brief moment she had entered into
paradise.  We're going to do ``69'' again, she thought, and for a moment
was shocked at herself again for thinking this way.  It's not really bad,
she thought, people do it all the time, pushing the part of her mind away
that wanted to remind her that she was ten, and was about to suck the cock
of a man who kidnapped and abused children.  In any case, I have to do this
well, she thought, or I'll be whipped, though she didn't fool herself that
it probably wasn't necessary to put quite this much feeling into it. 
Without resolving the debate she reached for his balls with her hands and
sunk her lips over his member, shamelessly hiking her bottom up to push her
pussy out behind her, craving for attention.  The man didn't waste any time
in providing it, propping his head up on some pillows to gain leverage to
reach the small girl's nether regions with his mouth, while she began
licking and teasing his cock with her tongue.

   She was now relatively experienced at cock sucking, and fell quickly
into rhythm, first pumping her head up and down to get him going, then
stopping to twist her hands around his shaft while she tickled the head
with her tongue, kissing the end.  Then with a mouth moist with saliva, she
drove it all the way into her mouth and out again, sucking it hard as it
came out between her lips with a little popping sound.  The man had begun
to work his tongue over her pussy, circling her ass for a time and then
back to sooth the soreness away from the spanking he had inflicted on her
petals.  She could feel the man starting to lift his hips to meet her mouth
when she moved down his cock, as he found her clitoris with his tongue tip,
his nose pressed to her ass.  Yes, Crystal thought, keep doing it just like
that, please.  But just when she thought the man might be content to cum in
her mouth while she exploded in pleasure on his face, he lifted her off,
and sitting on the edge of the bed, pulled her onto the floor to her knees
in front of him.

   She squealed a little in frustration as he manhandled her into position.
Darn it, she thought, I was almost there again, when will he let me finish?
But she had the sense to push those feelings aside and concentrate on the
job at hand.  It was finally time for her last act she realized, and she
resumed sucking him with gusto as he supported himself on his hands, laying
back and watching her head bob in his lap.  She was alert to the state of
his arousal, and wanted to time the action as best she could, still trying
to impress him with her effort.  She left one hand cupping his balls, and
with the other gathered her hair in front of her so it would be ready. 
When she felt him start to thrust into her mouth and the head of his cock
pulsate on her tongue, she pulled her mouth away, and wrapped his cock in
hair without any wasted motion, so that in one move her lips left the tip
as the hair took over, driving down his shaft wrapped tightly in her hands.


   The first spurt almost dribbled out onto her hair, but the next leaped
out and splattered on her forehead, leaving a tail over one eye, which she
quickly squeezed shut.  She moved her face to avoid getting squirted in the
other eye, and opened her mouth as she had seen the women on the tape do,
scoring a perfect hit as his next spurt landed right between her lips, the
last bit draping over her lower lip and her chin.  He grunted and flexed
his hips, thrusted into her hands full of hair, and shot another stream
that splattered on her neck and chest, decorating one nipple as if a string
of icing had been piped there.  His last spurts coated her hands and her
tangled hair, and she brought up more her tresses, burying his cock in a
pile of hair as he fell back on the bed and groaned.  She continued to rub
her hair over his fading erection, ignoring the cum dripping from her face
for now.

   The man was not surprised that she used her hair in that fashion, nor
that she pulled away and let him cum on her face.  She had been following
the script he laid out with the tape all night, and he had to admire her
concentration, particularly in the state he had deliberately left her in.
He lay back and let her rub her hair over his cock in ecstasy, feeling each
hair roll over the surface of his sensitive organ, an indescribable
sensation.  He was spent and lay on the bed for awhile to recover.  But it
was late, and he wanted to monitor the results of his experiment before
sleeping, so he sat up and reached for the towel, and cleaned off the
girl's face and body, pulling her hair through the towel to clean most of
his goo from it.  Then he kissed her on the cheek, and without another
word, pulled her through the door of her cell, slammed it shut and turned
the wheel that ran the locking rods into the wall.  He flicked the light
switch to her cell off, and left her alone, angry as cats no doubt, he
snickered.

   7.  A change of rules

   Crystal stood still where he had left her in the dark cell for a moment,
unable to see.  She tentatively took a few steps forward with her hands
stretched out in front of her and bumped into the bed frame, turning to sit
and think.  A peck on the cheek, she fumed, that's all I get?  Her guts
ached with frustration from being brought to a fever pitch over and over
without being allowed release.  She noticed that the cell was not
completely dark, as the illumination from a small red pilot light on the TV
allowed her to make out the white bath appliances as her eyes adjusted. 
She slurped water from her hands in the sink and used the toilet.  She
considered taking a shower, but settled for washing her face in the sink
and wetting a corner of a towel to wipe a couple of areas that were still a
little sticky from his cum, she supposed.

   Afterwards she threw herself on the bed and buried her face in one of
the small pillows, sobbing to herself at how unfair he had been to her.  It
occurred to her that the camera couldn't see in the dark cell, and that the
man had probably gone to bed, but she didn't trust that line of thinking.
He could have some sort of camera that saw in the dark, she thought, so
I'll be careful.  She turned over on her back and covered herself with the
sheet, as her hands dove straight between legs.  She lifted her knees a bit
to tent the sheet so it wouldn't reveal the movements in her crotch as she
rubbed her pussy.  She copied the movements the man had made, holding her
hand flat and running it up and down her lips, then curving a finger inside
to run along her hard clitoris.  She began lightly pumping her hips and one
hand moved to rub a nipple.  She realized she was a bit dry, and threw off
the sheet, stepped quickly to the far wall, grabbed a bottle that appeared
to be lighter in color in the dim red light, and after confirming it was
body lotion, tucked some in her pussy lips, hunching in the corner
underneath the camera so it couldn't see her.  She almost leaped back on
the bed to continue.

   The man was watching of course, and laughed as he saw her clearly in the
infrared image run to the corner and then back to the bed, guessing she had
used the lotion.  I can see you, he thought, and the picture was very clear
from the sophisticated electronics in the system, though in black and
white. Well, that was easy, he thought.  It had taken her all of five
minutes after he left her to be humping her hands on the bed furiously. 
She could see her hips flexing up under the sheet and her head tilting back
into the pillow, a cloud of hair spread underneath her.  He thought he
would let her hair grow for awhile, to she how she looked with it hanging
to her ass.  It was wonderful stuff, soft and full of body, and he loved to
stroke it and grab it.  His attention returned to the screen as the girls
knee's drew up wide under the sheet, and he flipped on the audio feed,
being rewarded by moans from the girl's cell.  He was watching from just
outside the pleasure room door, which was still open, on another monitoring
station that was built into a computer station.  He had no intention of
allowing her to play with herself nightly in her cell, and was waiting for
the right time to intervene.

   The air in the cell was warm, apparently too warm for the girl in her
heat, and she reached up to toss the sheet off her, forgetting the camera.
Both hands were now busy in her lap, her knees spread wide, opening her
inner pussy lips to view as her fingers worked inside.  She picked up the
tempo and her head tilted back into the bed, turning from side to side.  He
had learned what he wanted to know, the girl had become a little sex
machine in less than two days, and he wondered what other talents lay
undeveloped in her young mind.  I was pretty easy on her today, he thought.
She's overdo for a whipping, let's step up the pace a bit tomorrow.  He
would have most of the afternoon and evening free, and started to plan her
next day as he walked back to her cell door and quietly as possible turned
back the bolts.  He retrieved a soft, flexible leather tawse from a drawer,
and got it ready in his right hand.  He ripped the door open as he flipped
on the light switch, and the girl gasped and pulled her hands from her lap,
sitting up in bed as he strode forward and began lashing her with the
divided flat tip of the tawse strap, all over her body from her legs to her
puffy nipples.  As the girl twisted in the bed to avoid the blows, he
belted her back, ass and thighs as she curled up against the wall.

   ``New rule,'' he said, putting the tawse on the bed and pulling her over
to face him.  ``You will not give yourself pleasure unless I order you
to''. The girl was sobbing and tears rolled down her checks, but she
managed a strangled ``yes sir'' in response.  He sat on the bed and held
her in his arms, stroking the pink patches left by the tawse, which he
hadn't really used with much force.  The man enjoyed cuddling and soothing
his girls, just as much as brutalizing them in some novel fashion for his
pleasure.  The previous captives had become docile, cowed so much by fear
of punishment that they ended up lacking much of a personality, taking pain
and pleasure as he doled it out for his own delight, not that they weren't
fun to abuse in that state.  He sensed that this girl understood he was
going to take what he wanted from her come what may, though her performance
tonight demonstrated that she believed she might have some control if she
played her cards right.  But what really set her apart was her longing for
attention to her own pleasure.  He could see she had been miffed at being
left unsatisfied at every turn this evening, and he guessed that she felt
her efforts had not been appreciated, though she was wrong.  He was very
impressed with her, especially given her age and the short time she had
been in training, but he was setting her standards high.

   She was calming down now, sniffling a little, but no longer crying.  He
picked his time and informed her of the second part of the rule.  ``In the
future you may ask me by saying ``please sir'', do you understand?'' The
girl mumbled a ``yes sir'' in response, shivering in his arms a little, as
he stroked her flanks and bottom and kissed her on top of her head.  The
girl looked up at him and then cast her eyes down and blushed deeply, and
he heard the softest sound, a little wisp of air from her lips, ``please
sir.'' He smiled in triumph, and without replying he laid her out on the
bed with her legs spread.  She was still wet between her thighs, and he
cradled her head in one arm while his left hand massaged her privates,
laying beside her.  The girl's left hand reversed over and began to stroke
his cock lightly as she closed her eyes and lay back.  She wasn't
responsive for a few minutes but gradually began to warm up again.

   Crystal was just beginning to feel the first wave of orgasm coming up
her body as the lights suddenly blinded her and blows began raining down.
At first she didn't know what was happening, but the pain from the tawse
quickly cleared her head and she twisted to avoid the leather strap from
biting into her tender areas.  One of the blows struck a nipple right
between the two end flaps of the tawse, and she yelled out in pain.  She
rolled over and the straps began slapping her ass and back as she curled
up. When it ended, she heard the man's new rule and replied more or less
mechanically.  But when he told her she could make the request, adding one
more word to her allowed vocabulary, she believed she was saying the
``please sir'' only because he wanted her too.  Let's not get whipped, she
thought, speaking to other half of her mind that was still trying to deny
her nature.  She opened her legs to him and he began to rub between them,
though she was in no mood to respond.  Thinking things through, she moved
her left hand over to feel his cock, which had stiffened from his
excitement at hitting her with the tawse, and she tried to relax and let
herself warm to the treatment.  I better, she thought, or he might get mad.
So she closed her eyes and concentrated on her inflamed pussy.  But I don't
really want him to touch me, she lied to herself, settling the argument for
now.

   Within a few minutes she was breathing deeply again, and as he rubbed
around her clit she opened her mouth and began to pant softly.  The man was
amazed at her response, thinking that it was unlikely the girl would be
able to get back into the mood after being interrupted and lashed with the
tawse.  Just the embarrassment of being caught masturbating he thought
would be enough to turn her cold, but here she was, pumping her hips up to
meet his hand and turning her head back and forth in his arms.  This girl
was a gift from the Gods, he thought.  He realized how lucky he had been to
capture her, instead of one of the other young girls in the home.  To have
this kind of freedom with any under-aged girl would be a luxury, but this
girl was something else.  Soon she was thrashing in the throes of pleasure,
as he allowed her to cum several times, even bending to suck and lick her
cunt at the end, though it was tasting a little musty by that time.  He
left her curled up in her afterglow, switched off the lights, locked the
doors and went upstairs to clear up some domestic chores and sleep.

   Crystal was lost in a sea of warm waves spreading from between her legs,
and as the man bent down to take her pussy in his mouth, she felt elevated
to some new level of reality, a world without body in which only light and
sensation existed.  After he left, she rolled over and fell instantly to
sleep, sheets wrapped up in her feet and her tangled hair draped over her
face, as a finger moved up inside her mouth.  She lay in a fetal position
sucking the finger, looking more a like a child again as she slept.

   End of Part Two.  Remember this is just fantasy, and I don't endorse any
sexual contact with a minor, much less kidnapping and abuse. <1st
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