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Subject: {ASSM} Crystal's First Week, Part Four (Mg ped nc sm)
Date: Sat, 23 Jun 2001 22:10:02 -0400
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   Crystal's First Week, Part Four (Mg, ped, nc, sm)



   1.  Rise and shine

   The girl was in her cell cleaning her pussy as he instructed, as the man
poured some bran flakes for her breakfast.  She needs some roughage, he
thought, and he looked forward to allowing her to prepare her own meals,
probably soon.  He had business and errands to take care, but planned to
devote some time to her tonight.  More roughage, he grinned, of a different
sort; rough her up good, he thought, see if she maintains.  The previous
night had been most entertaining, but he longed to enjoy some torment, and
the girl was the only target available.  He thought again about having
another captive for both of them to play with, and wondered how their
relationship might change.  For now, she's the slave, he thought, and
tonight I'm the slavemaster.

   The girl didn't seem to be taking things for granted, and remained
standing in her cell after she was done, hands and eyes down.  He reached
out and rather roughly grabbed her pussy, and the girl twitched, but did
not move from her stance.  ``Come out an eat before your cereal gets
soggy,'' he said, and let the girl walk out in front of him, his hand
feeling her bottom bounce as she walked.  The girl ate in silence, glancing
at him once or twice as she drank her juice.  She seemed to sense that the
light mood of the previous evening was not a given, and he once again
admired her quick wits.  When she finished he led her back into her cell
and pulled her onto the bed, working quickly, not quite manhandling her,
but being forceful.  He arranged her on hands and knees on the edge of the
bed and retrieved some lubricant from the kitchen.

   He pushed the girl down to lie on her chest with her ass sticking into
the air, her pussy lips thrust out from behind, and he paused a few moments
to play with her.  He then squatted down and examined her pussy once again.
The hymen area was a little pinker and smoother than the surrounding flesh,
but appeared to be completely healed.  Tomorrow, he thought, wait one more
day, but a little taste wouldn't hurt.

   The idea made his cock come alive, and it was more than ready as he
stood in back of the girl and played the tip over her pussy lips, gathering
some lubricant.  He had built the bed to be at the right height for this
kind of action, and the girl's passage was positioned perfectly for his
cock.  Here's Johnny!  he laughed to himself, and buried the head between
her lower lips, just penetrating the girl.  She rolled her head over to the
side, obviously aware something significant was going on behind her, and he
slowly eased forward, just a fraction of an inch at a time.  The girl
raised her head and made a little squeaking noise; ``ohhh,'' she cried, as
his cock was about half way in, then groaned a little as he continued the
impalement.  Her cunt was as tight as it could be around his shaft and
still permit movement, and he rocked very slowly back and forth, moving no
more than an inch in and out.

   The sensation was breathtaking, and he could feel the folds of her pussy
expand and contract over his head.  He had a strong urge to begin pistoning
himself in the girl, but held himself back.  ``You feel me inside?'' he
asked, and the girl responded ``yes sir.'' ``Try and squeeze me with your
pussy, just like you do with your hand.'' He stayed still in the girl, his
cock throbbing at the sensation, enjoying the sight of his shaft between
her lips.  He felt the girl try to work her muscles, but she had no
experience and couldn't really coordinate her actions.  Once she did nip at
him, and he held his breath at the feeling, being gripped strongly by
warmth and wet.  ``That was it,'' he said, ``did you feel that?  I want you
to work on that.  Insert your finger today and try to squeeze and release
it, and we'll try again later,'' he told her, pulling out at last with a
sucking sound.  ``You need some exercise, let's get you on the treadmill
before I leave.''

   The walker was angled into the corner behind the punishment area, and
next to it was a compact weight bench.  The girl put on a sweat band, socks
and running shoes he had selected for her, and when she was done he led her
to the machine and told her to grab the rails.  The machine had a safety
clip attached to a string that would shut it off if she stumbled or fell,
and he carefully attached it to her right nipple, not wanting to damage the
skin.  The girl hissed in her breath and a tear fell down her cheek at the
discomfort.  He turned the machine on and set the elevation at the maximum
10%, and punched the speed up to 3 miles per hour, forcing the girl to
start walking at a reasonable clip.  When she seemed set, he went to the
kitchen to fetch a black leather riding crop, and seeing the tip was a
little stiff, massaged some oil into it.

   He walked back over to the girl and moved the speed up to 4.5, which
forced her first to walk fast and then to break into a run as the speed
rose.  He settled in behind her and enjoyed the sight of her flesh bouncing
as she ran, especially her lush bottom, which he proceeded to tap with the
crop in time to her motions.  The girl was getting the feel of working with
the machine, so he turned it up to 5.0 and the girl was really running now,
breathing through her mouth and gripping the bars.  He turned up the heat
on the riding crop as well, slapping her bottom and thighs with the leather
flap.  The girl maintained the pace for a couple of minutes, but was out of
shape and began to struggle, gasping for breath and perspiring.  The man
knew she could do ten minutes at that speed with a broken leg, it was just
her muscles complaining to the brain that caused her distress, so he belted
her good with the crop, ``keep running, this is nothing, only ten minutes
today.'' He saw her glance down at the readout on the machine, which just
turned over 4 minutes.

   At 6 minutes the girl was in real difficulty, her lungs obviously
burning from the effort.  The man just laughed at her, slapping her legs
with the crop.  She almost stumbled and fell, but managed to recover
briefly before losing her footing, her feet pulled out from under while she
tried to grab the bar.  The clip pulled from her nipple and the machine
shut down.  ``Bullshit!'' the man yelled, and had her in the punishment
straps as the girl was still catching her breath.  He put the bit between
her teeth and the girl started to sob and wail, knowing she was going to
catch it this time.  He slipped the butt plug in quickly and strapped her
in the girdle, laying the first hit on her ass and enjoying the usual
results, the girl screaming and convulsing from the pain, peeing into the
basin.  He never tired of this, and didn't wait for her to recover before
the final four strokes came in quick succession, the girl slumping in the
restraints as it ended.

   He had to carry her back to the machine while she was still sobbing, and
stood her up while she grabbed the bars, putting the safety clip on the
other nipple this time.  ``You did just under 7 minutes, but we'll penalize
you for the fall.  Four minutes left, run!'' He turned the machine on and
set the speed at 3, the girl desperately trying to regain her control. 
When she was walking reasonably well he moved the speed to 4 and she
settled into a labored jog.  He pushed it to 5 and resumed tapping on her
ass, now bright red from the caning.  He could hear her cry out a little as
she breathed, thinking she probably couldn't do this, so he encouraged her,
``ignore the pain, just run.  You could easily do another ten minutes at
this speed.  Run or be whipped, your choice.''

   The girl managed to regain her pace, breathing in great gasps and
gripping the bars for her life as her feet pounded away on the belt, while
he did the same on her thighs.  She almost stumbled at the end,
anticipating that time was running out, but made it to the 4 minute mark,
and he set the speed down to a fast walk to let the blood flow out of her
legs.  ``I told you,'' he said as she regained her breath, ``did you think
I would order you to do something I knew you couldn't manage?'' When she
seemed recovered, he wiped her down and moved her to the weight bench,
making her do curls while he selected more weight bars from the stack
attached to the pulleys to see what she could take.  Satisfied, he set her
up to do leg thrusts and again used the riding crop to mark her progress.
She labored to complete the set, sweating and gasping at the pain from her
muscles, but obviously she realized that her legs weren't hurting as much
as her bottom would if she failed.

   When he led her into her cell she was a mess, smelly from sweat and
fear, tangles of hair wet on her forehead.  He set a tape up on the shelf
along with a couple of sandwiches, and spent a few minutes enjoying
spreading lotion on her bright pink bottom cheeks and legs, while she stood
passively.  That was fun, he thought, but he was really looking forward to
the evening.  He thought of the cat o' nine tails lashing her body, and he
smacked her hard on the bottom and locked her in for the day.

   2.  Whips and chains

   Crystal was beat by the work on the machines, and mentally drained by
the terrible whipping, harder this time.  She welcomed the hot shower, and
stayed in until her fingers pruned up.  She dried herself off and brushed
her teeth, thinking about the night to come.  She was sure they were going
to play pain games again, and she shuddered, fearful of what the man could
do to her.  I don't think he'll damage me, she thought, remembering the
branding scene in yesterday's movie, but he doesn't mind hurting me.  She
cried for a few minutes, feeling a fresh sense of the helplessness of her
position, wondering how she would ever get out.

   After feeling sorry for herself for awhile, she grew bored with the
plain surroundings of the cell, and put the video in the machine.  The
scenes were not what she wanted to see, women being whipped and tormented
in a variety of settings.  The first sequence involved a pretty young girl
with very long brown hair, being whipped by a young, tattooed man while
bound against a wall.  The whip was made of many leather strips, and the
girl cried little yips and squeaks every time it landed with a slapping
sound.  Her skin was marked all over with many red lines from the whip, and
every now and then the man applied what appeared to be oil on her back and
bottom before returning to the whipping.  She couldn't tell if it was real
or not until the video flipped to a later image of the girl whipping her
own pussy with the same loud slapping sounds, obviously not being hurt.

   The next scene involved a girl being waylayed in the countryside,
stripped and tied up by two men, and hit on her bottom and breasts with
their belts as a stick was shoved up her.  The film included a slow-motion
sequence of the girl's fleshy bottom quivering like jello as the belts
landed.  Later the same girl was tied up inside, and her breasts lifted on
chains attached to nipple clips.  It was clearly painful, as tears rolled
down her face, but again it was obvious that no one was really hurting her.
It went on like that; a plump blonde girl was tied up and slapped between
the legs with a leather strap; another woman was suspended from the ceiling
by a belt around her waist while a man in a mask waved candles under her
breasts and slapped them; two women were suspended together from ropes
around their stretched-out breasts, rings in their pussies connected by a
chain; a slim blonde with a large bosom was hung by her wrists and whipped;
candle wax was poured over an oriental girl in a cage; a girl with a shaved
pussy was hung by her legs and arms from a sling while a man whipped her
between the legs; a girl was locked into a frame with a machine pushing a
rubber dildo in and out of her behind while she was whipped; a pretty
brunette was hung by her legs, flailed and left with the whip handle pushed
in her vagina; clamps, clothes pins, bondage of all sorts, it went on and
on for hours.

   Crystal thought about what she was seeing.  Besides being rather tawdry,
badly acted and filmed, she knew that the video clips were supposed to
impart lessons, and she thought she knew what today's were.  First, she was
supposed to be reassured, that while he obviously planned to perform some
of these sorts of games with her tonight, she wasn't really going to be
physically hurt.  Second, that she was to be an actress of sorts, living
out the part of a frightened young thing being tortured by a dominant
master, eyes wide in terror as he ruthlessly whipped and abused her.  She
considered if she could keep a straight face under such circumstances, but
she figured the man would take care of that; doubtless what he had planned
would hurt a lot more than the women in these films had experienced.  She
decided that she would act more or less naturally, maybe a little innocent
and scared, and would allow herself to vocalize her pain.  She realized the
goal was to please him as always, and to avoid making a mistake that would
result in real torment.

   She finished the silly book he had left, thinking that both Justine and
Juliette deserved to be punished severely just for being so lame.  She
wondered what a convent would be like, and decided she probably would
rather be here.  Knowing that the night was going to be rough, she lay down
to nap as best she could.

   3.  Frenzied

   The man finished his work and turned one light on in the girl's cell. 
He was tempted to have her prepare her ass, as using it while she was tied
up would have been fun.  Give it a rest he thought, there will other times.
He was working as she prepared, screwing eye bolts into recesses in the
ceiling, and hanging restraints from them.  He laid out a tarp on the
carpet to catch dripping wax and any accidents with other fluids, and
brought in a stool and a bench, like a sawhorse padded with leather. 
Finally he set up a table with his tools; clamps, whips, wires, candles,
belts and many other implements of restraint and pain.  He was anxious to
get started, and planned to tie the girl up immediately, without giving her
dinner.  When her time was up he opened her door and stood aside.

   The man watched as the girl moved past him to take her position outside
the door.  She didn't look up at all, he thought.  He glanced at her as he
replaced the towels and toiletries.  She was quivering slightly, a
frightened look on face, her legs unsteady.  He knew her better by now to
think she really was all that scared by the action on the tape.  He had
used another video with the previous captives the first time, clips from
sleazy movies about concentration camps and the like, a lot of stage blood
and simulated deaths; women being stabbed, burned, whipped, hung, their
nipples cut off, shot, beheaded and so forth.  The purpose of that video
was to frighten, and it worked, the girls practically peeing themselves
before he touched them.  He knew that wouldn't have been effective with
this girl.

   So he told her the truth, showing her soft videos from Nuwest and the
like, women really being hit, but of course not hard enough to do any
damage; they were just playing for the camera after all.  The girl was
acting the role, the innocent little child facing the dungeon, just at the
point where she realizes the hot irons in the fire were for her flesh. 
What was remarkable about the girl was her ability not to be caught acting,
because she wasn't.  She could make you believe, because she was able to
make herself believe.  He imagined her being seduced by a wealthy
middle-aged woman, opening the young girl to her repressed desires for
another woman, which really would manifest; or with a jaded, worldly
sophisticate fallen madly in love, who believed that she needed him, wanted
him, because she really would, for awhile.  They would shower her with
riches with no regrets, even after she left them, because always in
everything at the core of her was something real; her desire.

   He believed it was her destiny to take what she wanted from the world,
and he wondered how her life would have developed if she had been left
alone.  He could feel her power working on him, and even though he
recognized it, he gave in and believed.  The sight of her standing by the
door, her eyes downcast and her legs trembling filled him with desire to
torment the girl, tie her up and whip her into screams.  He lusted to see
her hanging by her arms, and hurried his preparations, his cock erect and
throbbing.  It was ironic that her gift was going to cause her even more
pain.

   When he was done, he grabbed her by the arm and led her to the ropes,
cuffing her wrists and pulling the ropes through the pulleys to dangle her
from the ceiling, the girl moaning a little when she was suspended.  He
picked up the cat o' nine tails and felt the leather strips to be soft and
ready, then pushed her hair in front and spread baby oil over her back,
bottom and legs to keep the leather from biting.  He paused for a moment to
appreciate the image of her hanging, waiting for what she knew would come,
and then went to work, swatting her with the cat all over her back, the
whip covering her skin with red marks as the girl squealed and cried from
the sting.  As the cat picked up some oil from her body it landed more
solidly, with the satisfying sound of leather hitting girl skin.

   He reached for the other ropes and shackled her ankles in padded straps,
lifting them to the ceiling as he lowered her arms, cuffing them behind her
back, her hair brushing the ground.  He used the cat between her legs,
oiling her pussy well, the whip making a moist sound as it bit her lips and
inner places.  The girl cried out and struggled in her bounds, making his
lust soar as he switched to slap at her crotch with the riding crop.

   The man untied one leg, leaving her dangling by a single ankle, and tied
her foot to her wrists, forcing her to open her legs wide.  He selected the
cat and whipped her pussy from above, and she squealed and yelled out in
pain, hardly being able to move her body trussed up in that fashion, open
to the punishment.  He gave her a couple more swats and enjoyed the feel of
her warm pussy, which was growing wet.

   The girl was playing the part to the hilt, moaning and squealing in all
the right places, partly because it really did hurt, but she avoided
piercing the facade by speaking or reacting to the situation as it really
was.  Her reactions to the torments only inflamed him more, and he went
into a frenzy of activity, moving from one scene to the next in succession,
breathing hard.

   He lowered her down and tied the other leg back, leaving her hog-tied on
the floor.  He lit a candle and played ``bomb's away'', standing over her
and trying to make the candle drip on a specific target, usually her
nipples and clitoris as she squirmed and cried.

   He untied her legs and placed her ankles in cuffs, tossed her over his
lap on the bed and proceeded to spank her bottom, opening her cheeks and
hitting her on the inside curves with a leather paddle.

   He hung her up by her wrists and clipped wires to her inner pussy lips
attached to a model railroad rectifier, zapping her with the 12-volt DC
electricity by using the speed control, varying the pain up and down as she
thrashed her legs in the air, as if trying to rub away bees stinging her
privates.

   He tied her feet and hands together and stood her up with her ass in the
air, paddling her bottom with his hands, first swatting one cheek and then
the other from below, lifting them up as he hit her, laughing as they
bounced.

   He tied her on a stool with her hands behind her and slapped her nipples
with multiple thongs of leather attached to a stick.

   She lay on a padded sawhorse while he belted the backs of her legs.

   He hung her by her wrists on a swivel and whipped her body from the
side, making it spin in front of him, presenting a new surface to the
strokes each time.

   He tied a rope around her waist and between her legs, pulling on it
against her clitoris.

   He tied her upside down, legs spread with a bar and put clips on her
pussy lips, removing them by whipping her until they fell off.

   He put clothespins on her nipples, and listened to her cry out in pain
as he removed them, the blood returning and unleashing the pain from the
sensitive tissue.

   Her nipples were wrapped in rubber bands and slapped.

   He put a ring clamp in her mouth and swung her from her feet with his
cock being pushed in and out of her mouth.

   Once, briefly, he entered her pussy with his cock again, as she hung
from the ceiling by her wrists and ankles, legs spread wide, but then he
was out, and the whip fell on her tummy and legs.  But the man did not cum,
nor allow her to, and he left her whimpering and sore in her cell, throwing
her on the bed and flipping out the lights without another word.

   The man stood outside her door, resting against it for a moment, not
wanting to start the job of cleaning up and putting away to equipment.  The
girl had been fantastic, squealing and moaning in all the right places,
twitching and struggling in the restraints erotically.  It was good, and he
would do it again, maybe not in such a rush to experience everything at
once with her.  But he didn't feel as fulfilled as he normally did after
such sessions.

   Part of it was holding himself back from cumming, and he felt like
opening her door, taking her forcefully, while the marks of the whippings
were still on her body.  But he was tired and there was work to do, and he
didn't want to spoil the next night.  But he knew he was also kidding
himself.  He admired this girl, worshiped her really, and he wished it had
been some other victim hanging from the restraints, absorbing his lust for
abuse.  He thought about it some more, then sighed and got busy.

   3.  Crying in tongues

   Crystal woke up a couple times during the night, restless.  As she drank
water and relieved herself she rubbed her hands over various places he had
hit, and found no particularly damage at all, nothing sore or raw.  Her
skin felt a little hot from being hit, but she stretched and flexed her
limbs, and everything seemed normal.  The session had seemed endless to
her, being shuttled from one place to another, tied and untied, suspended
and beat until her mind was spinning.  Nothing was sharply painful, but she
had been abused for hours without hardly a pause, except when he had taken
pictures of her or tied her at the punishment basin to pee.

   She sat on the bed and listened to her stomach growl, not having eaten
the previous night.  She glanced at the shelves as if she might have left
something uneaten, and noticed something dark sitting on a towel.  She
stared at it for a moment, then got up to see; it was a package of
cupcakes, something she had eaten only a couple of times in her life.  She
picked them up and went back to bed, but rather than eat them she started
to cry.

   She lay in bed sobbing and thought about how the man treated her and
became angry again.  The man was like a beast, she thought, using me any
way he wants, even though I've tried very hard to please him.  He beats me
all night and throws me a bone to make up for it.  Her hunger got the
better of her temper, and she lay on her side and tore the package open,
eating them slowly, savoring the sweet moist cakes.  She thought of the
time with him that had been pleasant, indeed more so, intensely fulfilling.
She considered her life in the home, only a week before, and it seemed dull
and lifeless.  She was confused by what happened to the way she use to
think and believe.  She shrugged off the thoughts, and pulled the sheets
around her, finding sleep again at last in spite of the sugar high.

   She woke up the next morning as the man opened her cell door.  ``I
cooked some breakfast, you must be starved, get up and wash and come out.''
Seeing him, her anger and hurt returned and she rolled over showing the man
her back.  She began to sob, pulling a pillow over her head, saying ``go
away'' as clear as if she had spoke it, heedless for the first time of the
threat of being punished.

   The man sat next to her on the bed and put his hand on her shoulder,
rubbing it gently.  He pulled her up from the bed and sat her next to him,
his arms around her shoulder, while she kept her hands tucked in her lap
with her legs closed, eyes down, streaming tears.  He and was silent for a
moment, and then bent down to kiss her hair, whispering soft nothings in
her ear, telling her she was a special girl.  She suddenly felt herself
break down and burst into tears, burying her face in her hands as the man
held her head to his chest and stroked her hair.  She wanted to yell at
him, if I'm special then why do you hurt me?  He kissed her again and laid
her down on the bed holding her while she sobbed.

   After awhile her need to cry ran out, and she sniffled as the man wiped
her face with a sheet.  She looked up and connected with his eyes for the
first time, and he held her gaze until she blushed and buried her face in
his chest again.  The look in the man's eyes frightened her more than the
pain he could inflict.  It was the look a man gives to the object of his
desire, and she wasn't ready for such emotions.  She felt the man hug her
again, stroking her hair and back, and once again was able to control her
thoughts and feelings to her best advantage.  She snuggled closer and let
her hands run through the hair on his chest and allowed herself to enjoy
being held.  There's no point at all in this, she thought.  It can be a
good day, he's in a good mood; encourage him.  She willed her hands down to
his cock, possessing the gift of being able to want to touch it, to desire
feeling it in her fingers.

   The man kissed her on the lips and let his hand fall to her bottom, and
she opened her leg to let him feel the inside curve of the cheek he liked
to squeeze.  He continued to kiss and lick her lips, running his hands more
vigorously over her, slipping one hand down to rub her tummy and mound. 
She had never spoken first to the man, but she felt the time was right, and
she heard herself quietly say, ``Put it in me, please sir.'' The man
stopped, and reached up to turn her face in his hands, holding her gaze
again, and pushing his hands between her legs, found her warm, moist and
willing.  He first expressed surprise, and then shook his head as if in
acknowledgment, dropping his gaze.  ``Men will die for you,'' he said, and
flipped her on her back, spreading her legs and gently massaging her
thighs, running his hands down between them, as she rose to meet their
touch.

   Crystal lay back to enjoy his attention, and considered his words.  Will
they indeed, she thought?  Will I want them to?  She smiled a little and
felt better, allowing herself to stay engaged in the feeling of the moment.
She wanted his cock inside her, and submitting to her will, her body
responded, the man's hands raising her temperature as she felt her pussy
beginning to come alive.  The man got up on his arms and lifted her knees
back, rubbing his cock between her legs as she reached down to help.  She
didn't need to be rubbed, she wanted him inside, and she guided the soft
tip down and into her.  The feeling of him entering was perfect to her, his
member sliding in easily, but tightly filling her like a missing part of
her anatomy.  She heard herself panting and moaning, and lifted her feet up
to pull on his bottom, urging him in.

   The man gently moved with her, kissing her on the lips again, and she
returned it.  The feeling of their tongues inside her mouth made her
giggle, and she couldn't stop for a minute, starting the man laughing as
well.  ``It is kind of weird, isn't it?'' he asked.  But when he did it
again it felt natural and she wrapped her arms around his neck, wanting to
merge with him, deeply impaled.  She felt the man moving in her, but not
stroking in and out as he had done with her ass.  ``Later,'' the man said,
reading her thoughts as if they were printed on her skin.  ``Let's eat, I
have to leave for the day.'' She concentrated hard and succeeded in nipping
at his cock with her pussy as he withdrew it, and he laughed again.  ``I'll
look forward to more of that tonight.''

   4.  Lessons and letdown

   The day flew by for her, with two books and the usual video to absorb.
The first book was called ``The Joy of Sex'', which was a general manual of
sexual play, and the other a photo manual with text describing over a
hundred positions for intercourse, all with the man's penis in the model's
vagina.  She guessed that meant she was ready to be used in that fashion
and wondered how it would feel compared to her bottom.  He had been inside,
but hadn't really moved it in and out.  It had felt ``right'' somehow to
her, like it should be.  She knew she was being naughty for wanting more of
it, and wondered if it made any difference if she was.  So I'm a nasty
girl, she thought, turning it over in her head; nasty Crystal.

   He had left her a few Oreos along with her lunch, just one sandwich
today.  She ate half the sandwich and a cookie, watching the tape, which
consisted of four hours of men and women having sex, endless sequences of
attractive studs with huge cocks plunging into vaginas of all different
sorts, usually belonging to women with large breasts not bestowed by
nature. She wasn't surprised at the immense penises anymore, all the men
seemed to be giants, but was amazed at the different shapes and sizes of
the pussies, and the way their insides varied.  She bent over to consider
her own, and decided that it was well shaped in comparison to some of the
sloppy lips she had seen.  She had become aroused by the books and tape,
and wished she could lie back and feel herself, but she knew that was out
of the question.

   The lesson from the materials today was obvious, learn to ``fuck'', as
most of the people on the tape called it.  She giggled at one women being
taken from behind as the man grabbed her hair, saying ``fuck me, fuck me''
over and over, countless times, conveying her sexual state by the emphasis
she gave the words; ``fuuccckk meeee,'' as she shivered and moaned, and
then ``FUCK ME, FUCK ME!'' as the man pounded into her with slapping
noises. I hope I don't look that silly, she thought, and I'll never, ever
say ``fuck me.'' She giggled some more as the blonde women continued her
mantra while the man humped away.  She was surprised at how vigorously they
were coupling, and thought her ass would have been rubbed raw if the man
had thrusted that hard.  Apparently pussies could take more punishment.

   She looked over the photo manual again and tried to adopt all the poses,
some of which were very uncomfortable, and required greater arm strength
than she possessed.  She practiced thrusting back and forth, imagining the
man's cock inside her as she moved, trying to make sure she was holding her
hips right.  She looked down at herself as she squatted on the bed as if he
was underneath, to see how her pussy lined up.  Finally she did more
exercises with the toothbrush inside her instead of her finger, trying to
grip and release it with only her insides.  She remembered the scene in the
film where the stage performer smoked a cigarette with her pussy, and now
she could imagine how it was done.  I'm basically doing the same to the
toothbrush, she thought, and giggled at the sight of it pulsing in and out
of her as she leaned over to watch.

   She napped lightly on the bed, impatient for the man to arrive, thinking
about how mean he was to her last night, and hoping he would be equally as
loving this night.  She was fully asleep when the tone sounded on the
speaker, but she sprang up quickly from bed to get ready.  She started the
shower running and went for a towel before noting that two green lights
were on above the door.

   Her confidence was shattered by the lights.  It meant she had to undergo
the torment of the enema procedure, which was almost agony, and it meant
the man was going to use her ass.  She didn't mind being taken there, it
could be quite exciting if he was gentle, but she had been counting on
being loved tonight, not abused, and she rebuked herself for being stupid
and naive.  She buried her head in her hands and cried for a minute.

   o

   There was nothing to do but get ready, and time was short, so she
sniffed back her tears and sat on the toilet, pushing the nozzle in and
pressing the button on the fixture.  The pain and humiliation was there,
but her sobs were especially for her disappointment, and the procedure
seemed to pass quicker than before.  She was still crying to herself when
she stepped in the shower, and it took her some time to compose herself for
the man.  She didn't dare pout and resist his advances, she knew.

   She considered the matter further as she towered her hair.  He was going
to use her pussy tonight, of that she was sure, and mostly in a loving way.
His manner that morning was that of a father soothing his daughter's
troubles.  He had kissed her when he left, patted her bottom tenderly, and
he had left cookies for her lunch.  And she knew the quantity of water from
the hose had been less, she was positive about that, and perhaps the
waiting time was shorter.  The man had turned it down a notch, she thought,
the procedure now being less for torment that his desire for cleanliness,
of which she was well aware by now.

   The more she thought about it, the more she was sure that the two green
lights were intended to be another sort of signal.  The man did intend to
love her that night, but he was also telling her that she was still his
property, to be used as he saw fit.  Or maybe he just wanted her ass as
well as her pussy, she mused.  It doesn't matter, she thought, and she
calmed herself, sitting on the bed waiting for the door to open.  What
would tonight bring?  Pain, pleasure, or both?

   5.  Flowers

   The man returned home from shopping anxious to be with the girl.  The
activities of the previous night and this morning left him aching for
release, and the prospect of straight sex with a willing and eager ten
year-old girl with a fully capable pussy drove him crazy with lust,
especially this girl.  He already knew it was going to be spectacular and
was so distracted he almost ran his car off the road at one point.  I
better relax, he thought, or I'll cum before I get home.

   As soon as he got inside he set off her preparation signal, hitting both
lights.  He wanted all of her tonight, pussy and ass, but he knew the girl
would be upset.  Tough, he thought, she's still mine.  Besides, he had
adjusted the amount of water and the timing so it wouldn't be that much of
a torment, while still doing more than an adequate job.  The first two
cleanings were for fun, he chuckled.

   The man had noted the girl's unfamiliarity with the Chinese food he
brought the other night, particularly the shrimp, so he was sure she had
never tasted more expensive fare.  He decided her palate needed to be
educated, and brought home cold crab, fine cheese and artisan bread for
starters, and four large lobster tails.  He liked to treat his girls, it
was some sort of compensation for the abuse, and tonight would be special
anyway.  He went downstairs and laid out the table while the girl finished
her preparations, setting a glass vase with flowers from his garden by her
plate, fragrant cupped bush roses, large and firm.  When the time was
nearly up, he opened her door, and caught her still toweling her hair. 
Before she could react he reassured her, ``just getting the hair dryer for
you.  Come here, you look yummy.'' The girl dropped the towel and walked
over to him, and he met her with open arms, lifting and hugging her head to
his shoulder with his hands on her bottom.  He set her down and gave her a
kiss, and the girl responded back.  Good, he thought, she's adjusted her
mood.  He handed her the dryer and went back to work on the dinner.  ``Come
out when you're ready.''

   He was working on the lobster tails when she came out.  She hesitated
for a moment and then walked over to sit down at the table.  Let's get her
tail into something, the man thought, remembering his plans.  He wiped his
hands off and brought out a pair of panties he thought would suit her,
plain cotton with little blue flowers.  He interrupted the girl as she was
sitting down, and said, ``here, put these on first, you should be dressed
for dinner.'' The girl smiled, and took the panties from him, holding them
out in front of her, turning them over in her hands as if she was
considering purchasing them in a store.  She stepped into them and pulled
them up slowly and evenly, smoothing them over her crotch, then turned
around and showed off her bottom pertly, thrusting it out and letting her
hair cascade down her back while she adjusted the elastic.  When she sat
back down she scrunched her bottom around in the chair as if testing how
they were to sit in, still smiling in a naughty way.

   The heck with dinner, the man thought, his cock poking out between his
open robe.  He knelt in front of the girl and spread her legs, admiring the
way the flowered panties hugged her privates, and leaned down to kiss her
full on the fabric just above where he guessed her pleasure center lay.  He
stood up and stroked her hair, and the girl spread his robe and teased his
cock with her fingers for a moment, finally sucking it into her mouth
slowly with her hands on his legs.  He stuck his hands under her hair and
held her head as she played games with her mouth; continuing to suck as she
pulled away slowly, his cock pulling out with a pop, and quickly engulfing
him again so that he felt nothing but air until her entire mouth formed
over him at once.  Then she sucked his cock head between her lips, licking
the end as her little hand pumped the shaft, the other cradling his balls.
This was too much for now, and he pulled out and kissed her on the
forehead.

   He reached down to the girl and grabbed the panties by the band, pulling
them under her bottom and down to her feet, spreading her legs apart on the
chair.  He reached over for one of the roses, a huge apricot David Austin,
the petals swirling to meet in the center.  He tickled it under her nose
and she laughed and smelled the sweet fragrance.  He then he did the same
between her legs, teasing her pussy lips with the soft petals as she pulled
her knees up and gripped the chair seat with a gasp.  He pressed the rose
in firmer, spreading her lips and pulsing it in and out as he wiped it up
and down her inner lips, stopping over her clit and rubbing the petals in.
The girl was looking down at the scene and breathing in little pants.

   The rose started to come apart, and he gathered it up before it
disintegrated, picking another blossom, still furled into a soft bud.  He
rubbed the tip softly over the girl's clit and then moved it down to her
entrance, pushing it inside as she held her breath, just so the entire bud
was engulfed, and the girl let out her breath all at once, oohing and
ahhing.  He slowly turned the rose inside her as he bent to lick her pussy,
the smell of myrrh in his nose.  She came almost gently, a soft shudder
that shook her whole body at once, as she leaned forward and hugged his
head in her arms.  He waited as she cooled down, removing the rose before
it fell apart inside her, and kissing her outer lips.  ``Nice, we'll do
that some more later.  Go ahead and eat what you like here while I fix
dinner,'' he said, scooping up the spent roses.  ``This here is crab,''
indicating a bowl full of the sweet meat.

   He finished cleaning the lobster tails and warmed up a small built-in
oven under the counter, cutting up the meat and returning it to its shell
mixed with heavy cream, butter and spices.  When done, you could pick
pieces of the meat out of the shell, without having to pull the whole tail
out to cut it up.  He glanced over at the girl as he worked, and saw she
had pulled her panties up and was brushing her hair back with her hands,
composing herself.  Her watched her sniff at the crab meat, place a leg
piece in her mouth with a tentative look, and then chew it with relish,
going back for more.  The girl had crunched through a couple of large pink
shrimp, and was working on soft cheese and warm crusty bread when he pulled
the tails from the oven and sat a couple in front of her.  ``This is
lobster,'' he said, ``ever had it before?'' The girl shook her head ``no''
and sniffed the plate, wasting no time in getting a piece in her mouth.  Ah
yes, the man thought, candy's dandy and liquor's quicker, but expensive
seafood really did the trick.

   He sat back and enjoyed watching her eat, as he dove in himself,
savoring the hot buttery lobster chunks.  ``Good, huh?'' he offered, and
the girl said ``yes sir,'' with a nod of her head added for emphasis.  The
man finished his meal, and noticed that the girl had eaten one of the
tails, and was looking regretfully at the other on her plate, as it was
clear she was too full to eat more.  ``I'll save it for you, and the rest
of it in the refrigerator'', motioning to the other goodies on the table.
``From now on you live out here.'' The girl's eyes jumped to his, and then
dove back down to her lap for cover, a deep red flush lighting up her face.
``Thank you sir,'' she said quietly, apparently concluding she had the
freedom to speak at that moment.  The man watched her sit for a minute,
absorbing the new situation.  ``I know I can trust you,'' he said, ``to act
in your own best interest.''

   The girl didn't appear to know what to say in reply, and he let it go,
getting up to clear the table.  He turned around and almost ran into her,
bringing plates and food from the table to the counter.  Well, that didn't
take her long, he thought.  If she's going to live here, I guess she
figured she would help with the chores.  ``I'll get it,'' he said, ``go
relax and digest, and I'll join you in a minute.'' The girl left the dishes
on the counter and turned to consider where to go, quite obviously unsure
of her place.  He helped her out, ``We'll lay the couch, turn on the TV, if
you can figure out the remote.'' The man thought she could probably figure
out just about anything, and soon heard the TV come to life, various voices
and music tracks in the air, the channels changing as she fiddled with the
buttons.

   He finished up, grabbed a couple of cold pops and a joint and lay back
on the pillows next to her while she arranged herself in response, laying
down in back of his knees and draping a hand over his lap, finding, and
softly rubbing his cock with an open hand.  He realized that he didn't even
think about her taking the lead, he had come to expect it.  He always had
to order the other captives to touch or suck him, not that he minded, it
was fun to treat them like slaves.  He almost regretted that the girl
wasn't dull, so he could enjoy beating on her more.  It helped if the girls
were clumsy or inept at following orders, the punishment was more apt to
the circumstance.  This girl was so talented that she was turning the
tables on him.  The more he considered it, the more he was sure they needed
another girl in the mix, some meek little sobbing thing he could abuse with
glee, while he lost himself in sweet, intense sex with the girl.  Besides,
there were the games girls could play together for his entertainment to
consider.

   He came back to the moment, and saw she had succeeded in loading the
channel guide, and he ran through it while they relaxed, watching a bit of
this and that.  He rubbed the girl's shoulder and back and admired the way
she looked, stretched out on the couch, framed in the pretty panties.  The
food settled a bit, and the man repeated the pot-smoking ritual, kissing
the girl deeply as they swapped the smoke back and forth.  He left her
dizzy on the couch and exchanged the noisy TV for a long MP3 playlist of
melodic ambient music, creating a slow, dreamy mood for the evening. 
``Let's get into bed,'' he suggested, ``but first say ``please sir.'' She
lowered her eyes and said the phrase, obviously a little unsure.  ``That
will cover the night,'' he explained, and she smiled, her eyes still
hidden.

   6.  Hot and cold

   The man guided her around the couch and sat on the edge of the bed,
leaving her standing in front of him.  He reached out to grasp the top of
the panties and pulled them down very slowly, enjoying the way they
revealed her smooth, perfect mound and the top crack of her lips, leaning
down to place a kiss on the bare white skin, then dipping his tongue down
under the panties, tracing the divide.  He sat back and pulled them down
further, until the elastic was below her pussy, a bit of fabric still
covering the lower part of the lips.  He pulled the panties down her thighs
and heard the sharp intake of his own breath as the fabric remained stuck
to her pubes, and then snapped down to meet the rest of the panties, now
bunched on her legs.  He loved that moment, and pulled them up to capture
it again, bending over to kiss her lips when it passed.  He turned the girl
around and delighted to the sight of the panties moving over her bottom as
he pulled them down over the cheeks.  The girl stood silently, just as he
wished.  This was between him, her bottom and the panties, and he didn't
want to be interrupted.

   He thought of an idea, and left her standing, panties rolled on her
thighs, while he retrieved a plastic vibrating egg and some lubricant from
the kitchen.  The vibrator was smooth all over, and was turned on by
twisting it closed, so the entire egg could be inserted inside.  He walked
past to her to the bed, giving her bottom a squeeze on the way by, and sat
back down in front of her to lubricate the egg while she watched.  She was
already spreading her legs as he reached for her, first stretching the
panties between them, and when that wasn't enough, squatting down a bit. 
He twisted the egg shut and smeared the lubricant over one end as it began
to buzz, then slowly inserted it past her lips, enjoying the way she
squirmed and squeaked as the egg tickled her.  When the egg was half way in
he put a little more lube on the end and pushed it home.  He felt it move
past her opening and settle in behind, held in the front of her canal.  He
straightened her up, pushed her legs together and pulled the panties up
tight.

   The girl had obviously been taken aback at first, wondering what game
was up this time, but when she saw what he intended she went along with the
fun, giggling and moaning as the egg was inserted.  She now stood with her
eyes closed, her hands on her hips and her legs just apart as the sensation
from the vibrator started to have its effect.  The man just enjoyed
watching her stand there for awhile, slowly heating up, squatting a little
more and moving her hands to her legs.  ``Dance for me,'' he suggested, and
the girl giggled again, starting to sway her hips gingerly.

   She moved a little stiffly at first, but soon accommodated her motion to
the intruder inside her, playing with the panties as she danced, high on
the pot.  She bent over with her ass in his lap and slowly pull them down,
rubbed her bare bottom on his cock, and then danced away, pulling the
panties back up.  Then she turned around and used his erection to push the
fabric between the lips of her pussy, pumping up and down, rubbing his cock
in the fabric crack until he was mad for the feel of her.  She made it even
more intense for him, pulling her panties just past her pussy, and teased
the tip of his cock by pulling herself apart and grabbing at it with her
bare lips.  He raised up and reached for her, but she pranced away
naughtily, to play more peek-a-boo games with the panties.

   The vibrator was getting to her, and he noticed her squeezing her legs
together when she could, and rubbing herself while she danced.  She teased
his cock again another way, pulling the panties up between her ass crack
and nibbling at it with her cheeks, then doing the same from the front,
surrounding his shaft with her pussy lips and running them up and down the
back of his shaft.  She pulled the panties up tight and quivered her hand
to make the fabric rub both his cock and her clit at once, as she closed
her eyes and groaned.  He decided she had done well enough, and knelt on
the floor in front of her, pulled the panties down a little and kissed her
pussy, flicking his tongue up her inner lips as his hands gripped her ass.
He reached her clit and curled the tip of his tongue around, and the girl
came hrd from the dual stimulation going on between her legs.

   He let her finish as she held onto his shoulders, gently kissing and
licking her outer lips.  He could hear the vibrator buzzing inside her
still, and thought it was time to take it out.  He sat back on the bed and
pulled her to him, pushing the panties down a bit more, and flattened out
the fabric so it was stretched underneath her, ready to catch.  ``Let it
come out,'' he said, and the girl moaned and shifted her position, trying
to figure it out.  ``Just relax and let it drop down, then squeeze it
out.'' The girl worked on it for a few moments, then settled her feet and
held on to his arms, closing her eyes.  He was watching the show between
her legs closely, and was rewarded by the sight of the egg dropping down
from her lips to land in the panties, and he laughed.  The girl opened her
eyes and looked down, surprised to see what was between her thighs, and
giggled and blushed.

   He put the egg aside, twisting it off, and pulled the flowered panties
up again, laying back on the bed, the girl following.  He lay with her for
awhile as the cannabis peaked off in intensity and started to mellow into
the soft letdown state.  She teased his cock with her fingers, and he
played with her in her panties; feeling her bottom through the soft cotton,
then tracing her pussy lips, pushing the fabric down into the crease to
mold her lips, finally sliding his hand under the elastic and touching her
everywhere, his hand encased in panties.  He sat up and moved off the bed,
pulling her legs to the edge and then up in the air, grabbing the panties
and pulling them off.  ``In the chair,'' he said, and the girl got up
slowly, head drifting with the music, and allowed him to set her kneeling
in the soft recliner, ass up in the air.

   He walked into the kitchen and removed the dildo mold from the freezer,
running warm water over it to release the ice.  It was molded in the shape
of a cock, except that there was a flat knob on the end that would rest
right up against her asshole when it plunged inside.  He pulled a large dry
towel from a drawer, and a moist towel he had wrapped in a microwave bread
warmer.  He went back over to the girl, who still patiently waived her ass
in the air as she rocked a little in the chair.  He felt the curve of her
cheeks, and then squirted some lube right in her bottom, causing the girl
to catch her breath in surprise.  She relaxed again, as she must have
figured what was coming.  He didn't disappoint her, putting the tip of his
cock to her opening, gradually sliding in as she relaxed and groaned her
pleasure.  He ran himself all the way in, enjoying the feeling of the girl
rocking in the chair with his cock sliding inside.

   The man was pent up from the previous day, and couldn't stand too much
of this, wanting to save his cum for the girl's first time.  He held back
for a minute or two, and then allowed himself to fall out, quickly grabbing
the ice wrapped in the towel and substituting it up her ass for his cock.
The dildo slid all the way in easily, the girl not being on guard, until
the base snugged up against her, covering the opening.  He slid the dry
towel underneath her and made himself ready, wrapping his cock in the warm
towel like a pig in a blanket.

   It took the girl a few moments to realize something was wrong, either
because whatever was in her ass wasn't moving, or because the cold
sensation had been recognized by her nerves.  She turned her head around to
face him, her hair whipping to the side, and he explained, ``it's ice. 
Don't worry, it's not intended to hurt.'' He heard her sharp intake of
breath, no doubt remembering her last encounter, and he saw the clear shaft
begin to slide out of her bottom.  He pressed it back in and held it by the
base, twisting it around a little.  The girl had raised herself up on her
arms, and was clearly tense, waiting for the sensation to take hold.

   Within a couple of minutes she appeared to be feeling discomfort, and
shortly thereafter her legs began to twitch as she gripped the arms of the
chair.  At first she was silent, but gradually he could hear her breathing
increase and her head start to shake.  She began to moan and squeak a
little, one leg crossing over the other, trying to stand it.  Just at that
moment he pulled the ice out, dropping it on the dry towel, and shoved his
cock in her ass, which was toasty warm from being in the nearly hot moist
towel.  The sensation of moving his cock from warmth to the cold of her
bottom was incredible, and he couldn't move for fear of bursting.  The girl
nearly screamed, and then moaned as her bottom transmitted the feeling to
her.  They stayed locked together as their temperatures met, the pleasure
intense.

   He withdrew, and left the ice to melt in the towel, picking up the
shaken girl and moving her to the bed.  He laid her down on her back and
raised her knees to expose her pussy, wiping her clean with the moist
towel, which he replaced in the warmer.  He climbed over her, and kneeling
right next to her with his feet at her head, he leaned over and pushed his
hands under her bottom, kissing down her thighs to her pussy.  In this
position his cock hung underneath him, and the girl tried to move her head
underneath.  ``No, I couldn't take it,'' he said from between her legs,
``just squeeze it a little and play with it, this is for you.'' He took his
time, tracing her lips with his tongue, kissing them and sucking them into
his mouth, tasting the warm girl.  Finally he leaned over and pushed the
top of his head into the bed while he lifted her ass, plunging his tongue
into the girl's pussy, this time for keeps.

   He could curl the end of his tongue, and he did so, making it appear
almost like the tip of his cock, thrusting it in and out of her with
abandon.  He felt the girl's hand stroking his cock stop its motion, and
then grip it like a handle as she stared to come, over and over as he
thrashed his tongue inside her, forcing him to hunch his butt up to try and
free it from her grip.  It was too much for her, and she squeezed her
thighs together, pushing him out.  He acknowledged her wishes, and kissed
her lightly on the outside lips as she finished her orgasm, finally
releasing the grip on his cock and going slack, breathing hard.

   He gave her time to time to recover, feeling her gradually warming up as
he began again, this time tracing the ridges of her inner lips, up and
around her clitoris hood and back down, all the way to her ass and around
it.  He could feel her hand back on his cock, stroking it gently this time,
teasing the tip and brushing lightly over his pubic hair, causing him to
groan with his mouth full of pussy.  The girl was panting again and he felt
her hips thrusting lightly under his hands, so he increased the sensations
on her clit, working up from underneath and burrowing under the front of
her hood, pushing the skin way to expose some of the hard nub underneath.
He felt her left hand rubbing the back of his head, urging him on, and he
began to suck and lick her, pushing his lips over the hood while his tongue
flicked her clit.  Again the girl moaned and bucked, and then began to
squeal as he continued to suck her through her orgasm.  Again she pulled
away, and he kissed and licked her legs and tummy, allowing her to come
down.

   He gave her a final kiss on the pussy lips and climbed up to lay with
her, tracing his tongue over and around her smooth, puffy nipples as she
trembled.  He spent some time sucking and licking each one in turn, while
she held his head in her hands.  He reached over and tilted her head up to
drink some water, and rubbed her back from behind as she held the glass. 
He lay back down with her and held her to him for a moment.  ``It's time''
he told her, ``but play with me for awhile first, make me want it even
more.''

   He lay back on the bed and propped his head up on pillows so he could
enjoy the show, and the girl went to work, sucking and teasing his cock,
using all her moves; flicking the head with her tongue, whipping it with
her hair, squeezing it with the tips of her fingers, even batting her
eyelashes over the very tip, which made him laugh out loud.  She did
something new this time, using one nipple and then the other, rubbing just
the tip of them all over his cock, starting from the base and working up to
the head.  The feeling of her smooth puffies on the front slope of his tip
made his cock swell and throb until he could hardly take it.  She ended by
hugging it against her face, smiling at him.  He motioned her to come up on
top of him, and saw her eyes light up as she understood.  ``Go ahead,'' he
told her, ``keep it very slow.''

   7.  The girl and her man

   Crystal was in the mood for love, the man having shown every sign that
he was going to make up for the frenetic bondage session of last night, not
that she expected there would be no further such occasions.  She knew the
man liked to hurt her, but she hoped he would grow to enjoy this kind of
fun more.  Everything was going her way tonight, she thought; the dinner,
the pot-smoke smooching, which she grown to crave, even the ice game.  She
had expected it to be painful, but the man was true to his word, and the
experience had been thrilling.  She remembered the feeling of his warmth in
her cold ass and tingled, as she teased the man until his cock throbbed.

   When the man gave her the sign, she straddled his hips with her legs and
sat down tentatively on his erection, guiding it into her pussy.  She felt
the head tickling her inner lips, and then making contact with her flesh as
she corrected the angle and found her hole.  She could feel the head
slipping past the entrance and then swelling to fill the passage behind. 
The girl was in rapture as she slowly sunk down on it, until her bottom
resting on his legs, her hands on her knees as she squatted.  He helped
hold her up as she shifted her position to get as comfortable as she could
on her knees, and she leaned forward on her hands and began to move hips up
and down, a little clumsy at first.

   The man lay back and shut his eyes, and she concentrated on feeling him
inside her lubricated pussy, every bit of his cock engulfed in warm wet
vagina that was as tight as a sock.  She began to get the rhythm and slowly
worked up and down his shaft, her eyes closed and a smile on her face that
said this is the way sex was suppose to be.  She began to move faster, but
the man grabbed her by the bottom and set the pace with firm pressure.  She
didn't want him to cum yet either, and understood he was telling her that
if she moved even a bit faster he would explode into her.  She relaxed and
gave into the feeling of being filled without trying to build to her
pleasure.

   The man could just reach her nipples if he lifted his head, and they
tingled and glowed as he sucked one between his lips and then the other as
her chest rose and fell from her breathing.  They stayed like that for a
long time, and twice she came impaled on him, letting the sensation build
up on its own and spill over.  Her legs were tired from the strain and her
pussy was starting to dry out just a little, but as usual the man
anticipated her feelings and changed gears.

   He lifted her off by her waist, tossed her on the bed next to him
playfully, and she laughed as she bounced on the bed.  He took a sip of
water and delivered it to her mouth, releasing it into her as they kissed,
causing her to giggle like a little girl doing something naughty, which she
was; naughty, nasty little Crystal, she thought to herself.  His slipped
some lubricant into her from the same bottle he usually used, and pulled
her knees up, climbing on top and entering her quickly, keeping his weight
off her with his arms.  He glided into her with practiced ease, giving the
upper parts of her pussy a little push every time he bottomed out, and she
lay her head back and shut her eyes, feeling the familiar wave rise from
her insides.

   As she came again, she lifted her feet to press on his butt and threw
her arms around his neck, and he stopped thrusting while her pussy spasmed
and gripped his cock.  When she collapsed back on the bed he resumed his
slow, intense strokes and she groaned in delight, her pussy slick around
him, expanding and contracting as his cock moved in out.  She wanted more,
and he provided, plunging into her as far as the position would allow,
lifting up his cock as he pulled out to exert upward pressure, hesitating
on the brink and then sinking back all the way and grinding himself against
her, causing her to cum again and then quickly twice more with his cock
firmly gripped inside.

   She felt herself being rolled over as she moaned some more, putting the
familiar pillow under her hips.  This time she felt him apply lubricant to
her anus, but he sank into her pussy again from behind while he sat on his
haunches and pulled her bottom towards him.  There was so much lubricant in
the girl mixed with her own, that his cock made a liquid sound as it moved
in and out.  She liked this position especially, as the man massaged her
back as he rocked back and forth, his hands stroking up her back, gripping
her shoulders as he reached the maximum penetration.  She tried to nip at
his penis at it withdrew, making him laugh.

   She felt him stop his motion with his cock poised at the entrance, and
while she anticipated his next stroke, he instead plunged slowly into her
ass, causing her to cry out and lift her head, grunting into another
orgasm. Her ass gripped his cock, but he continued to push into her even as
she spasmed, the sensation nearly unbearable.  When the initial wave
subsided he let his cock slip down at the end of the next stroke and glided
into her wet and warm pussy, and the girl pushed her bottom back to meet
him, as he held her still, fully impaled.  She liked the feeling of him
being back inside her pussy again better, it felt so right, and she wished
he would stay that way and rub her back all night.

   The man wanted something different apparently, and rolled on his back,
pulling her onto her knees between his legs with his strong hands, and she
knew what he wanted from her.  She turned around as he guided her and
backed onto his shaft, which easily slid inside her like it belonged, while
he lifted his feet to rest on her bottom.  The pressure of his cock in this
position was towards her back, and wasn't as good for her, but she needed a
break from cumming over and over again, and gladly pleased the man, using
her arms to push her bottom back into his lap, varying the speed to keep
him tightly aroused, but not getting into a rhythm that would make him cum
yet.

   After doing this for a few minutes, she thought of a different angle
that would please her as well, and she pulled out from his lap, leaving his
feet dangling in the air, and a funny expression on his face that seemed to
say, where are you going?  She answered him by turning around and sitting
in his lap, reaching down to guide him inside, but finding it wasn't
necessary, already sinking down his shaft.  Her legs were spread over his,
and she lay back on her arms and thrust into him slowly again, while he did
the same.  His cock strained to stand up straight, pressing against the
front of her pussy, and she felt herself warming up again, moving a little
faster.

   All of the sudden the man groaned and disengaged, sitting up on his
knees and pushing her down.  He grabbed her right leg and flexed her knee,
pulling it up under his left arm as he rolled her onto her side and
straddled her left leg, splitting her open.  He drove his cock inside, and
she was now impaled ninety degrees to his body.  He adjusted her leg and
pushed into her while his balls rubbed along the inside of her right thigh.
He moved slowly, but steadily, and she could feel his cock swelling as his
movements grew more regular.  She concentrated on the feeling, hoping to
reach her pleasure at the same time, to grip him as he squirted inside her
for the first time.

   He adjusted his grip on her leg again, and placed the other hand on the
curve of her bottom, pulling her towards him, compressing her pussy lips
against the hair around the base of his penis, and she felt something
tickling deep in her stomach.  He moved his knees forward and thrust in
again hard, and she sensed the tip of his cock press against something
inside, pause against the pressure and then move inside of it while she
gasped and squirmed underneath him, wondering at the strange sensation, as
the head of his cock reached and penetrated part way through her cervix,
the lip of the soft head not quite passing the entrance.

   The feeling overwhelmed her, a shattering orgasm hitting her like a wall
of soft fire from somewhere deep inside, and then she felt it; first a
little spurt and then a long rush of cum that splattered directly into her
uterus.  She lost control of herself, flailing in his arms, cumming hard
over and over again as he fell back away from the opening, still spurting
through it and onto the outside surface, which was now sensitized by the
contact.  Again she tensed and came, gripping him tightly and causing him
to cry out, being held deep inside her at his most sensitive state.  She
heard him breathe in relief as she relinquished his cock, and he fell over
on the bed behind her back, still inside her as their legs tangled
together.

   The man and the girl lay like that for awhile, and when his cock shrunk
and fell out, he grabbed some tissues and stuffed them between the girl's
legs to prevent a flood.  He held her close to him, nibbling her ear and
stroking her soft tummy, already thinking of being inside her again, and
her the same.  They fell asleep like that and didn't wake until the middle
of the night.  Without speaking about it, the girl performed her bathroom
chores, cleaning her pussy in the bidet and went back to the bed,
straightening up the covers as the man cleaned himself.  She was waiting
for him when he returned, and he fell in bed and pulled her to him, hands
and lips soon busy on each other.  They had each other again later that
night, and once in the morning, and if anyone could have seen them
together, they might have said they were making love.

   7.  Suddenly, welcome to L.A.

   The man packed away the restraints into the duffle bag and checked on
Crystal, who was lying in the motel bed.  The drug she had been given for
the trip in the hidden compartment of his plane was starting to wear off,
and she was moving a little under the sheet.  Time to go, the man thought.
He was anxious to get back in any case, having thought up a game for the
plump little eight year-old blonde girl locked in his basement.

   The new girl was Julie, and he had taken her from a trailer park in a
dreary midwest city, stealing her from a worthless souse of a mother who
probably was glad the food bill had been reduced.  Julie was nearly obese
when she arrived, but Crystal had cheerfully worked her out with the help
of a lot of brutal whippings, to the point where she was nicely toned and
firm, a little butterball of a girl with fat cone-shaped titties whose
nipples could just touch around his cock if the girl hunched over and she
squeezed hard enough.  I don't guess she'll miss Crystal, he said to
himself, thinking of the cane thrashing she had given the tiny plumper,
just to remind her to be good.  She probably wouldn't miss Crystal's pussy
either, which was more or less constantly pressed to Julie's lips when she
had the chance.

   He laid out the things he was leaving for her on the table; a birth
certificate altered to make her an adult, two untraceable bank drafts for
$100,000 each, a wad of cash for pin money, a change of clothes, the
business card of an attorney already retained, who was waiting with the
deed to a furnished beach condominium carefully purchased in her name, and
the contact number of the owner of the most secret brothel and s & m club
in L.A., catering to the wealthiest clients in the world.  Finally on top
of the clothes he had coiled a fine black leather bull whip, cut down to
fit her size, with an quartz crystal cap on the end of the handle filled in
gold with her name.  God help the buttocks of Hollywood, he thought.

   The man sat on the bed watching the girl sleep for a few minutes,
pulling the covers back to admire her body for the last time.  Her tummy
was now flat, and her pussy had taken on a mature look, a fine covering of
brown hairs just starting to sprout on the upper mound.  Her chest was no
longer just nipples on a flat plane, but had swelled up into breasts with
soft puffy tips, and he removed a glove to feel one as he examined her
face. She could no longer pass for Linda Blair's twin, but might at first
glance.  Her cheeks were flatter, and her pug nose had thinned out and
taken on a refined shape.  She was developing a beauty of her own, he
thought, looking eighteen at twelve and two weeks.

   He thought about their time together, which was over in little more than
a year, the girl maturing quickly.  He covered her up and tucked her in,
giving her one last kiss on the forehead, brushing back her soft thick
hair. Life was short, and youth fleeting, he thought with regret.  But he
shook the feeling off and left her in the room, stopping to put the ``do
not disturb'' sign on the door.  He opened the car window as he drove back
to the airport, breathing in the cool air of a California dawn, and as he
thought of his cock between the lips of the little piglet waiting for him
at home, you could hear him chuckling to himself.



   The end.  This is fantasy fiction and I don't advocate sex with
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