Archive-name: Bondage/cute01.txt

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Part 1.



Ever since I was thirteen or fourteen, I've had a

fascination with innocent girls being dirty. There were

always some girls who slept with anyone, and came to school

in abbreviated gym-slips, flashing their young thighs for

anyone who cared to watch. I'd watch them, and enjoy their

little parades, but I thought they were cheap, and wouldn't

really fantasize about them.



Much more interesting was a pretty, naive, school-girl, who

looked horny without really meaning to. An example was

Juliette, the little sister of a friend, cute with short

brown curly hair, and aged about 12. She always looked sexy

in a girlish sort of way - maybe wearing a pink woolly

sweater, little miniskirt, white tights, and pixie boots. My

friend once told me that he made her give him blow-jobs... I

never knew whether it was true, but I enjoyed vivid

fantasies about the idea of her pouty lips wrapped around my

school-boy cock.



One weekend, her brother's parents were away, and he decided

to have an all-night barbecue. I chatted up a couple of

girls, but spent most of the time drinking and talking to

the boys. It reached two or three in the morning, and we sat

in the back garden. Juliette was next to me, but not close,

and I wasn't about to try anything with her while my friends

looked on. Then, one of the others tried to put his arm

around her - She edged towards me, obviously not interested,

and soon was pressed next to me. She was wearing a white

halter-top, its shoulder ties slipped to the side of her

arms, and a white skirt that finished just above her knees.

I put an arm around her, resting it on her shoulder, and she

rested her head against me. I risked putting my other hand

on her knee and she just kissed my neck gently. "I'm

tired.." she murmured into my ear. "Will you take me to

bed?".



We had tents pitched in the garden, so we found one and

climbed in. Juliette unrolled her sleeping bag, and pulled

out her night-clothes. She was fumbling and, like myself,

had drank far too much considering her age. "Can I help

you?" I asked, and she nodded. As we both knelt on the

sleeping bag, her back towards me, I pulled the little bow

the went from the halter top round her neck. "There's some

clips on the back" Juliette whispered, so I unfastened the

four or five clips, and watched the thin white top open

before me. She held her arms up and I lifted the top up, and

put it to one side. Moving my hands to her tummy, I gently

touched her young body, raising my caresses to the little

bumps that were becoming breasts. Her nipples were hard,

maybe from the cold, but she turned and kissed me as I

played with them between my fingers. I moved my lips to

hers, and felt a little tongue probing between them, pushing

to touch my own. As she turned she tilted back onto her

bottom, folding her legs up against her front. Her skirt

stretched over her bottom now only covered the top of her

legs, and I touched them, slipping a hand between her calf

and thigh. My palm slipped down to the skirt's hem, then

round to the inside of her thigh, until my fingertips were

touching her tight little panties. Her kisses were becoming

more furtive, so treating this as desire I slipped my

fingers, and then my hand, under the knickers, and over her

smooth, almost hairless pussy. Her knees parted so exerting

some pressure on my middle finger, I parted her labia, and

touched the tight, sticky, inside of this cute little

school-girl vagina. After playing like this for what felt

like hours, Juliette slipped out of her skirt and panties, I

undressed, and together we climbed into the sleeping bag,

pressed body to body, closely together.



My penis was long and hard, and below the fabric of the bag,

I felt her fumbling fingers stroking me. Reaching down, I

closed her fingers around its girth and motioned them up and

down, then moved an arm around her lithe body. My fingers

touched the cleft of her buttocks, and pressed her groin

closer as she slowly masturbated me.



The young, pretty, nymphet begin to whimper, becoming

excited from the un-deliberate rubbing of her own hands

against her clitoris, and the pace of her masturbation began

to increase. She started to suck on my ear-lobes, licking up

and down my neck, and I knew that I would soon be cumming.

"Can I cum inside of you?" I asked, gently. By way of an

answer, the twelve year old brunette rolled us, as if as

one, so that I was on top of her, between her knees.



Reaching between her legs, I parted her labia and nudged the

head of my cock between the lips. Her fingers joined mine,

then moved to hold my foreskin, continuing her unrelentless

wanking, forward and back. She pulled more than she pushed,

and slowly I begin to slip into her tight cavity, I ecstatic

as I floated on the verge of orgasm. As my penis was

enveloped a few inches into her pussy she grunted as her

hymen broke, and put her fingers around my balls, squeezing

gently. I pushed slightly harder, and slid deep into her

body.



Juliette said nothing, but emitted little pants and gasps as

I moved in and out. Her forefinger stretched up touching the

skin between my scrotum and anus. "Juliette, my bottom,

touch my bottom and help me cum....". The obedient girl

kissed my lips, then pushed a forefinger an inch into my

rectum making me gasp. "Do it, please, do it now" she said,

crying in her lust. I pulled my prick back until just its

head was inside of her, then begin more forcefully and

deeply thrusting in and out. Her tongue was darting around

my mouth, as she wiggled the finger that penetrated my

behind, and in moments I felt a cold sensation raising from

the inside of my legs, up into my balls. "Yes, Juliette,

Yes" I told her, feeling her other hand vibrating the small

part of my cock that was outside of her young cunt. With a

final thrust, I ejaculated my cum deep inside of her, with

the sudden realisation that I could be making her pregnant.

I half pulled out, but as the next wave of orgasm hit me,

pushed back in, not caring in my ecstasy. My whole body felt

that it was in orgasm as I spurted again and again.

Eventually I stopped, exhausted but sated, and stayed

inside, still kissing my young girl-friend as my penis

softened, and we, together, fell asleep.



I woke up the following morning alone. Feeling guilty, yet

uncertain about the events of the previous evening, I went

into the house with some trepidation. Those who were neither

throwing up in the toilets, or still asleep outside, were

eating breakfast, so I joined them, getting a bowl of cereal

and a black coffee. I was a bit queasy and conscious that

Juliette in some fit of nerves might have told someone of

our night together. However, a few minutes later, Juliette

appeared, looking like a vision, in a little white baby-doll

nighty. With her panties just visible below its frilled hem,

and cute white ankle-socks she looked like an advertisement

for little-girl sex, and I knew that other boys were

effected by her. She gave me a coy smile, then went over to

the fridge. Filling a glass with milk, she walked back to

the door, paused, then came towards me. I was worried as to

what she might say, but she just smiled and passed me a bit

of paper. Her brother looked up, but as she told me it was

'just a telephone message' looked down again.



It wasn't until I returned home that I opened it. My parents

were at Church, but I went to my room and took the note from

my pocket, laying it on the bed.



"Dear Ian,



Last night was lovely for me... I love you so much, but know

that you're probably not interested in a girl like me

because I'm too young. I don't mind if you have lots of

other girl-friends, but I'll always do anything for you.

I've been looking at William's dirty magazines since I came

to bed, and read one that showed an older girl in a school

uniform being spanked. Would you want to spank me? Is that

what men want to do with girls like me? Maybe you want me to

suck your willy while you spurt your white stuff into my

mouth? You could do anything at all, really, even if I

didn't like it, or if it hurt me, because you're all that

matters. Please call me, and even if I'm not as old, or as

pretty, as your other girl-friends, at least you know that

I'll always say yes to you.



I love you.



Juliette."





===

Part 2.



I lay on my bed, tired from the previous evening, but feeling elated

from my first real sexual experience of the night before. I shut my

eyes and remembered Juliette's lithe young body pressed against me,

her tight juicy pussy squeezing my hard cock. I begin to harden under

my jeans, and pulled a small briefcase from under my bed. I flipped

the combination "696 969", not really understanding what a 69 was, but

knowing that it was appropriate! The case opened, and I removed a

plastic bag from inside.



I'd collected this batch of 'dirty' pictures and magazines over the

previous year or two. It had started with a few Swedish "Private"

magazines that I'd bought from an older guy at school, then been added

to by a stash of books that we found in a nearby dump. At the top was

an envelope of pictures taken from the Sunday paper advertising

sections, from clothes catalogues, and various other papers, books,

and magazines. I laid out some of the pictures, and begin to

masturbate.



I gazed at the first picture, ripped out from a copy of "Rolling

Stone". It was of a fourteen year old German singer, 'Nena', looking

girlishly horny in a tight-fitting little black dress, her long legs

slightly parted as she pouted for the camera. Her lovely short brown

hair stopped short of her shoulders, and little bangs of hair covered

her forehead, some curling over her eyes.



To its right was a photography taken from a kitchen-fittings

catalogue. A pretty blonde woman was pouring coffee, her back to the

photographer, dressed in a towel robe the just reached below her

buttocks. Facing her was one of her daughters, aged maybe 15, with

long strawberry-blonde hair tied up with a length of pink ribbon. The

young girl was reaching up for a carton of corn-flakes, stood on tip-

toes, and pulling up the hem of a short, baby-blue night-shirt. Little

slits on the night-shirts sides ran up to her waist, just exposing a

pair of tight frilly panties.



My eyes fell to some photographs I'd taken from my Mum's album. The

first showed my youngest cousin, Michaela, at my own little sister's

eighth birthday party. Michaela couldn't have been much over six at

the time, and I felt bad for fantasizing about the winsome little

girl. She wore a frilly pale green party-dress, with bunched shoulders

that left her arms bare, tight around her torso, and a cute flounced

frilly skirt that started at her waist and finished at the top of her

baby-girl thighs. Her short legs were covered in white cotton tights

or stockings, her feet clad in a pair of petite  pink school-girl

shoes. She smiled at the camera, her little platinum-blonde pony-tail

falling to one side of her face, hugged by a teddy-bear she held

against her cheek.



As I enjoyed sordid thoughts of these four girls naked in bed with me,

playing with my genitals, and each others, I pulled a book from the

plastic bag. The book, bound in a nondescript cardboard cover, said

simply "Violated" and was one of my finds at the dump. When I first

read it, I was partly disturbed at its contents, despite having read a

multitude of pornographic stories in soft-porn magazines. However, on

subsequent readings, I started to find the tale of sadism on a young,

innocent, family to be a turn on. I turned to the first page, and

begin to read.



     The book tells a fictional story of a family, attacked in the

     middle of the night by a gang of hoods. Having silently entered

     the husband and wife's bedroom they place chloroform-soaked pads

     against their faces, ensuring that they, at least temporarily,

     remain unconscious. After clearing the house of all apparent

     valuables, they realise that there's no jewellery amongst their

     stash and return to the couple. The husband is tightly bound,

     naked as he lays in bed, with clothes-line. The young, naked wife

     is dragged over to the small chair that sits by her dressing-

     table.



     They use more line to tie her body against the back of the chair,

     pulling the rope hard against her pert young breasts. Her free

     legs are pulled apart then lifted, bare under a short "teddy"

     nightie, so that they are widely parted, then tied in this

     position, one to each arm of the chair. One of the men leaves the

     room, carrying a bucket of cold water, and bringing the news that

     a young girl, presumably a daughter, lies asleep in the room

     next-door.



     Ignoring this for the moment, the man proceeds to pour half the

     water over the young woman, and the remainder over her husband.

     Both awake, and the woman starts screaming, before a hand is

     placed over her mouth.

     "Make any more noise, either of you, and the girl next-door gets

     our attention" says one of the men. Both remain silent as the man

     continues. "Now, where's your jewellery?" The husband speaks, his

     voice shaking with concern for his wife and family.



          "We...We don't have any.. It's all been sold... I promise.."



          "You expect us to believe that?" shouts the man. He removes

     a switch-blade from his jeans, wanders over to the wife, and

     holds the blade pointing downwards, the blunt side to her body,

     under the neck of the white nighty. With a single downward

     stroke, he slices through the thin silk material, splitting it to

     her navel, and allowing her breasts to bounce into view. "No more

     messing about. Tell us where it is!"



          "I m-m-mean it" stammers the husband. Our youngest s-s-son

     is ill, his medical b-b-bills were t-t-too much."



          "Well that's just not good enough!" yells the hood. With his

     hand, he pulls at the remainder of the women's nighty, tearing it

     from her supple body in a single movement. One of the men who'd

     tied up the husband moves forward. "Boss, can I have the

     bastard?" "Sure Tony. Enjoy yourself while I fuck his tarty

     wife!"



     The four men in the room start to undress, all but one sporting

     huge, stiff, pricks. The husband and wife look on in fear, unsure

     of what might follow, but fearing the worse. Their expectations

     are proved correct as the boss positions himself between the

     wifes spread-apart thighs, and with a single thrust drives

     himself into her warm exposed quim. She screams, hurting from the

     rude intrusion, but the cruel hoodlum is unconcerned, reaching to

     the dresser for a pair of panties, that he proceeds to push

     between the full pink lips of her mouth.



As I read the book, I looked up at the 'kitchen' photograph. Gazing at

the young blonde mother, I imagine it is her, tied to a chair in front

of me, her lissome thighs spread for my pleasure. I allow my fingers

to touch the inside of her thigh, moving them upwards towards her

tightly stretched thin white panties. Her strawberry-blonde daughter

moves behind me, and I feel the fifteen year old's arms circling my

waist, as she pops the buttons on the fly of my Levis. My fingers

press under the women's panties, and I push my fore-finger into her

moist vagina, making her wiggle in embarrassment. Her daughter now has

my trousers and underpants at my ankles and I step out of them,

pushing another finger into the mother's cunt.



"Sabina...What are you doing?" the mother asks, distressed. "Shut up

Mummy, and let him do what he wants!" the captivating girl replies

with a giggle. Moving to her Mama's side, she moves a hand between her

own legs, stroking the inside of her soft pubescent thighs. Her hand

moves up, to the hem of the little blue night-shirt, and raises it to

fully expose the frilly white bikini panties. As she presses the

fingers of her other hand against the clearly defined cleft of her

labia, the little bimbo arches her back and emits a guttural sigh of

lust.



She raises her fingers to her pale pink lips, pouting like a little

girl, then slips the tips of her fingers into her mouth. You imagine

her panties dark from her moisture along the crease of her labia.

"What have you done to make her like this?" sobs her mother. Removing

the fingers from her mouth, the daughter replies "Mummy! I warned you

didn't I!". The teenage blonde peels her panties down, revealing a

thin blonde fuzz of pubic hair, then steps our of them. She brings

them to her mummy's face, placing their damp crotch between the poor

women's lips, and her own forefinger. With a push, she begins to stuff

the cum-soaked cotton into her own mothers mouth until just the string

of one waistband hangs down from her lips to her chin.



"Fuck mummy for me Ian. Pretty Please?"



As you savour the idea of the women's humiliation, you look at the

book, still masturbating from your fantasies.



     The boss places his penis at the entrance to the wife's cunt,

     then with a single push, fills her with his nine inches of hard

     male flesh. The husband cries out at the cruel rape of his lovely

     wife, only to feel a pair of hands spreading the cheeks of his

     bottom. He sees in the dresser mirror a huge man, presumably

     Tony, positioning his cock, ready to impale him on it.

     "No....NO!" he shrieks, as Tony grabs his shoulders and pulls him

     hard. The huge, thick penis is even larger than that now inside

     his wife, and causes unbelievable agony as it tears through his

     virgin rectum. Tony is vigourous in thrusting forward and

     backwards, oblivious to the pain he is causing. Tony's face

     contorts as he reaches orgasm, and he fills the man's anus with

     his hot stinging ejaculate.



     The boss, turned on by the distress the husband's rape is causing

     his beautiful wife, also nears orgasm. "OK Slut... Unless you

     want me to let Tony add your daughter's ass to his conquests

     you'll do exactly as I ask. Understand?" The hog-tied woman nods

     her agreement vigourously, and her assailant pulls the panties

     from her mouth.



     "Right baby, this is the low-down. You're going to turn me on by

     saying obscene things about yourself. If they're dirty enough you

     might make me cum onto your tarty little face. Otherwise, well,

     otherwise we'll see how much better the young lady next door can

     do."



     The poor woman is dumbstruck from the horror of what is being

     done to her. "I thought you were going to co-operate bitch!

     Tony... get the girl!". "No...No.. I'll do what you say" sobs the

     woman, finding her voice. "Good girl! Now tell me what a slut you

     are!"



     "I'm a slut. I'm a tramp. I enjoy you fucking me.." sobs the

     woman. "You can do better than that! I want to hear the truth!

     You want to be raped, sodomised, you want to be spanked and

     whipped. You want to fuck your dog, and suck your daughter. Tony!

     Go and get her!"



     "NO! No.... I will...I'll do what you want, I am a slut and I

     wanted to be raped by you. I wanted to feel a huge cock, a cock

     too big for me, raping my pussy, while I'm slapped across the

     face. Push my slutty face to the floor, and I'll pull apart my

     buttocks and you can fuck my ass. Use a riding whip on my back

     while you fuck me.. I'll spread my legs and enjoy it as you pull

     out and my dog fucks me. I'll enjoy it, I'm a whore. I'll kiss my

     daughters sweet pussy, then you'll spank me again. Make me hurt

     but leave her alone."



     As these obscenities come from her sweet mouth, the boss

     ejaculates, spurting a wad of semen onto her cheek. As it drips

     down the side of her face a second string of cum hits the bridge

     of her nose, then a third shoots between her parted lips to land

     on her tongue. "Don't swallow!" orders the boss.



     On the dressing table sits a Polaroid camera. "Take dirty

     pictures of each other huh? I'd like a little momento for me and

     the boys. I'm going to take your photograph, and I want you to

     smile, and allow my cum to dribble from your lips. Do that and

     we'll go."



     The boss sits himself on the edge of the bed, pointing towards

     his captive. When the camera indicates that the flash is charged,

     he motions for her to start. "Smile baby. Make love to the

     camera, you've done it before I guess!" She pouts her lips as if

     to whistle, and blows, and a globule of semen dribbles out, the

     thick white cream leaving a glossy trail as it runs towards her

     chin. "Smile!" She raises the corners of her mouth, and parts her

     lips, little strings of cum stretching between them, and the boss

     presses the shutter button. "Hold that pose baby" he says, now

     surrounded by the other men, and shoots another frame.



     As the semen begins to drip from the women's face, landing as

     sticky strings on her firm young breasts, the men view the

     pictures as they develop. Both show just her face, smiling, and

     dripping with cum. "Tony.. Put one of these on the girl's pillow.

     The other we'll take with us! A word to anyone baby, and I copy

     this and push it through every mail-box in the street!"



     The men run from the house laughing, the couple destined to

     remain tied, until their daughter wakes up. As they reach the

     town limits the boss stops. "Tony... did you leave the picture

     for the girl to see?". There's no answer. "Shit! Where's Tony?"

     The other men shrug their shoulders, and continue walking, away

     from the scene of their crime.



As I reached this, the end of the book's first chapter, I looked at

the first picture, cute, pretty Nena, a dirty little bimbo, aching for

my cum. Wanking furiously, I climaxed, dripping my cum all over her

horny little black dress, making the ink run. If only it were real, I

contemplated, then remembering Juliette's letter, realised that it

could be.





===

Part 3.





Having slept for most of the day, I awoke at dusk, ready for another

evening out.





I realised that the phone was ringing, so raced down-stairs to catch

it. "Hello - Ian speaking".



"Hi Ian! This is Sophie - did you have a good time last night?" Sophie

was my girlfriend, slightly older than me, and had been at cheer-

leader training the previous night. "Err, yes Soph - It was OK". "Well

listen, I've got some cinema tickets - do you want to come? They're

showing "The Exorcist" and "Evil Dead" - It should be really scary!"



I wondered for a moment whether Juliette would be there. The cinema

was run by some Italians, who didn't seem to take any attention of age

at the door, so most of the local kids went quite a lot. Sophie would

kill me if she found out about Juliette. It would also be very

embarrassing! All the same, I hadn't seen the movies before, and

Sophie was both one of the prettiest in town, and cute in the way I

liked, so I said I'd go.



Sophie was waiting outside when I arrived. I wouldn't have claimed to

be the best looking guy around, but for whatever reason the fifteen

year old blonde was infatuated with me, and we'd been going together

for weeks. Tonight, she wore the outfit I liked best ; a short pink

wool dress, really no more than a long sweater. It had a butterfly

stitched onto the pale pink wool with powder blue sequins, and reached

down to the middle of her knees and thighs. She ran over and kissed me

when I arrived. "Ian! I'm so glad you came. I've really missed you!"

she said in a little-girl voice. "Mummy and Daddy are away, so we

could go back to my house and play Trivial Pursuits afterwards!" She

had a dirty smile on her lips as she spoke, and it was quite clear

that Trivial Pursuits was not going to be the only game we would play.



I queued at the counter, presented our tickets, and after buying some

pop-corn and a hot-dog we went in, taking a back-row corner seat in

the large Odeon. As the trailers begin, I felt her hand resting on my

leg, so allowed my own hand to touch hers. The hem of her sweater had

pulled up, exposing most of her shapely long legs. Looking around, I

saw that we were separated from the rest of the audience who had

chosen seats closer to the front, obviously more interested in the

Exorcist than we were!



Turning left, towards Sophie, I swept her hair to the back of her

head, and kissed her ear, making her smile. Her legs parted slightly,

and I allowed my fingers to slip between the furrow of her thighs, and

up to the hem of her dress. Her hand moved up to the waist of my

jeans, slipping down the front, and finding the head of my penis that

was now standing hard and upright! "Your a tart Sophie" I told her.

"Hee..I am aren't I! A proper little slut and I love it!" she replied,

popping the buttons of my fly. She placed her left hand on my wrist

that lay against the woolly hem, and pulled my fingers towards her

midriff. Needing no more prompting I stroked the sensitive inner

thigh, the pressed against the front of her panties.





"Ohh Ian... Make me cum, I'm throbbing for you babes". I couldn't

believe that a girl could get so randy from just having her leg

stroked - At least I wouldn't have believed it until I met Sophie. I

moved my other hand to her pussy, my arm stretched as I tried to give

the appearance that I was watching the movie, and pulled at the crotch

of her panties. "OW!" she gasped. "You're pulling my pubic hair!" My

hand retreated, as I checked that no-one had heard her complaint. "No

babes, don't stop - I don't care, I feel so horny!"



She pulled on my stiff rod, and suddenly it was out, the flys of my

jeans parted, and my underpants pulled down to its base. She kissed me

on the nose, then moved her head down to my crotch, taking the blood-

filled head of my cock between her sweet young lips. Turning her body,

she knelt on the floor, between my spread thighs, looking up at me.

Her tongue ran up and down the stem of my cock, licking around the

ridge of its head, then moving to my balls, taking one in her mouth

and rubbing her tongue furiously against the wrinkled scrotum. Raising

her eyes to meet mine, she parted her lips, and touched the tips of

her first and second fingers to her tongue. She sucked at the fingers,

first to their knuckles, then slipping the whole of each into her

mouth. This show of girlish-ness preceded her moving the sucked

fingers back to the base of my scrotum, then pushing, between the

cleft of my buttocks to my rectum. Fiddling with my asshole, I nodded

in confirmation and felt the first finger push against my sphincter,

then enter me, soon followed by the second finger.





As she sucked and blowed, licked and kissed at my dick, her fingers

fiddled inside my ass, pushing deeply into it, pulling out, then

easing back in. "Ian... Make a mess of me. I'm a slut and I deserve no

better. Please Ian...I want to feel wanton..." she moaned, and started

picking up various bits of rubbish from the cinema's carpeted floor,

placing them on her seat.



"Make me sticky Ian, make a mess of my dress" she breathed between

long swipes of her tongue against my prick. SHe had positioned her

self astride one of my outstretched legs, and I noticed the she was

rubbing her crotch hard and fast against the toe of my shoe.

Perspiration ran down her pretty young face, smearing her make-up, as

she looked up pleading, motioning towards the collection of objects

she'd discovered. "If I mess up your dress, how will you get out?" I

asked, but she just shook her head from side to side. "I don't care,

please Ian, please!"



I picked up a half-finished cardboard cup of chocolate milk shake, not

entirely sure what she wanted me to do with it. She moved onto her

haunches and pulled at the neck of her blue woollen dress, stretching

it 18 inches from her throat. When released, it hung down, spoilt,

exposing the cleavage of her full breasts. She took the wrist of my

hand, holding the shake, and moved it towards her face, then twisted

it.



The thick milk-shake poured over her pale blue eyes, running down her

face, over her tongue that darted out to catch drips of the shake. It

covered the front of her dress, leaving a large white stain on the

material, while more went under its neck, dripping between her

breasts, over her tight tummy, and onto her spread young cunt. "More

Ian, more, please!" she pleaded returning her attention to my dick, as

I picked up a half eaten bar of chocolate. The heat of the cinema had

caused it to melt, and I opened one side of the paper and foil,

placing it against my palm, trying not to get too much of the sticky

brown goo on my fingers. Her head was bouncing up and down now, as I

brought my hand down on her tussled blonde hair pushing it against me

as I rubbed my chocolate covered palm, through her blonde bangs. I

grabbed a tussle of her chocolate-smeared hair and pushed her head

down on me, feeling the head of my penis enter her throat. As she

gagged, her contracting throat squeezed me deliciously, though soon

relaxed to accommodate my long weapon.



Her fingers wiggled as she pushed a third finger into my ass, her

other hand reaching out and placing a tub of half eaten ice-cream into

my free hand. I balanced the tub on her bobbing head, it's opening

downwards. Cream begin to seep into her already messy locks, but as I

pressed on it soft plastic base, the carton cracked, and a large

dollop of the cold vanilla ice-cream splattered into her hair. I took

some in my hand and reached below her hair, smearing the cream into

the part of her sweater that covered her budding young breasts.



The toe of my shoe was now penetrating her pussy, and she rode it like

a short, broad, cock, and I'd never before seen a girl looking quite

so slutty, even in the filthyest magazines and books. I picked up the

remaining items from the seat, the pop-corn and hot-dog. Sophie looked

up, and gave me the most dirty smile imaginable, then took the hot dog

from me. I begin to empty the carton into her hair, breaking up the

toffee-covered corns against her scalp. I pushed more corns between

the girth of my penis, and her pale-pink lips until her cheek were

full, enjoying the slight roughness as they pressed within her mouth

against my tool. With each thrust of her head, some popped out, the

wet toffee making some stick to her pretty face whilst other dropped

down the inside of her sweater.



Suddenly she moved her head from me, and leaned back. "Ian...Ian" she

panted. "Watch me...." She pulled the three fingers out from my ass,

waving them in-front of my eyes. "Oooh Ian. They're all dirty!" she

whimpered, parted her lips, licked the muck off each finger, then

tried to push her young hand into her mouth.





Her legs parted as far as they could, her sodden sweater hitched up to

her waist, she moved the hand from her mouth and, placed a finger on

each labia. Pushing them apart, she revealed the pink canal of her

vagina, then positioned the Hot-Dog bun at the entrance to her love-

hole. Squeezing the bun against the long weenie it contained she

started to push the ketchup covered mess into her young cunt. Ketchup

and sausage meat squelched out as she stuffed the food inside of her

thinly downed pussy, until, looking like a de-flowered virgin, all

that could be seen was a dribble of red sauce and her own juices

dripping towards her tight young anus.





As she slowly closed her legs the sausage-skin must have split inside

her, and bits of sausage, sodden bread, and ketchup spilled out in

strings, while she dribbled half chewed popcorn onto her body. Turned

on to an extreme by this, I ejaculated spurt after spurt of hot, thick

semen onto her tarty, slutty face. She was squeezing her breasts so

hard it must have hurt, as my cum joined the rest of the cream on her

dress, dripping from her face. She licked the last few strings of

semen from my cock-head then fell back to the carpet, exhausted.

"Thanks Ian.. That was wonderful" she said, looking like a strangely

erotic cross between the horniest tart and the messiest tramp.



"Sophie, I'm damned if I'm going to walk out with you looking like

that! Your hair's horrible, all stuck together with dried ice-cream,

and milk-shake. Your face is covered in cum and toffee. Your dress is

a disaster, stretched down below your tits, and stiff from all the

crap that's dried on it. It's not even covering your knickers!"



"I know Ian. There's nothing I can do about it, but hell, that felt

rude! Lets go now before the show finishes." I thought about making

her go on her own, but wanted to see her in the light, so followed her

to the exit. The girl in the ticket office, watched in astonishment as

this fifteen year old blonde, walked past, her dress finishing half

way down her panties, her face sopping with cum, her body drenched

with ice-cream and milk, and a little trail of bits of sausage meat

dripping down the inside of her exposed young thighs. A gang of youths

who obviously knew her, jeered. "Fuck Sophie - You slut! What have you

been doing" but she just smiled cutely, and dribbled semen from her

lips.



I gave her my long-coat to walk in, not so much out of pity, but

through a desire to avoid being blamed for this mess of a girl. When

we got inside the house she turned to me. "I want to do that again

Ian. They're showing Bambi tomorrow - Will you come with me?" "Take a

bath Sophie" I laughed, incredulous at the actions of this 'sweet'

young blonde.





===



Part 4.



I sat in fifteen year-old Sophie's lounge, wondering what experience

of the past might have turned this sweet, pretty young girl into such

a ..., well, such a slut? She'd been upstairs for hours, bathing her

cute, lithe and really rather messy body. I thought about going up to

the bedroom, but tired from my earlier experience decided to take a

quick rest on the sofa. It struck me that I should have been at home,

looking after my sister, though I was still angry with her from a

recent evening of baby-sitting.



     I'd been sitting in my bedroom, completing the final assignment

     for a school project. Next door, my little sister, Judy, was

     listening to records, and I was doing my utmost to ignore her

     playing an awful "New Kids on the Block" record for the upteenth

     time.



     To my mind, Judy's a spoilt brat. She's just turned 7 and has my

     mother and father eating out of her hands. When she's been

     naughty, she'll go upstairs, change into one of her cute, short,

     night-dresses, and tie a pretty pink ribbon in her blonde wavy

     tresses. When she returns downstairs, sucking her thumb and

     looking so young and innocent they believe she can do no wrong.



     As I'd tried to continue working I heard a lapse in the music,

     and re-attempted some Math that had me completely flummoxed. I'd

     just about got the problem sorted in my mind, when the music re-

     started. It was completely distracting and when I realised it was

     the same record being played I was furious!



     I opened the adjoining door between our bedrooms, slamming it

     shut behind me. "Oh, Hi Ian!" she said. "I was just listening to

     some music!"



     "Do you think I don't know?" I yelled, pulling the needle off the

     revolving disk, and picking up the record. "Oh Ian...Don't hurt

     my record!" she pouted. She was sitting on her bed, her slim

     little legs folded up in front of her, her chin resting against

     her knees. Playing her usual precocious tricks, she was sucking

     her thumb, her big brown eyes looking up at me, like she knew

     she'd been naughty but was ever-so-sorry. She wore a little

     white-lace baby-doll nightly, similar to Juliette's but about 6

     sizes smaller, that finished at the waist band of her panties.

     Dad had bought it for her when she was about 4 so both the top

     and knickers were far too small for her - she only wore it to

     please him. Despite her age, she had to know that these tight

     little panties were provocatively stretched tight against the two

     soft mounds of her little-girl labia, and clearly visible between

     her hunched-up thighs.



     I wasn't going to be swayed by her games, and, lifting my knee,

     brought the record down hard against it, breaking the plastic in

     two. She immediately started crying, tears running down the

     cheeks of her cute round baby face. "Ian! That's my favourite.

     How could you?" she sobbed. "I'm telling mommy and daddy as soon

     as they come home!"



     I was ready to put her over my knee and administer a harsh

     spanking but was only too aware of what the consequences might be

     if she told our parents. Unwilling to let my temper get the

     better of me, I through the fragments into her bin, and went back

     to my room.



     All I heard for the next hour was Judy's sobbing. I knew it was

     all put on, so ignoring her, continued the work in front of me.

     At about midnight, I heard the front door open, then the quiet

     scamper of feet as Jude ran down to see them. 'Calm before a

     Storm' I thought, accurately since the next sound was the loud

     thump of my fathers feet as he raced upstairs.



     "IAN! WHAT'S THIS JUDY TELLS ME ABOUT YOU BREAKING HER RECORDS?"

     my father shouted, standing at my door. "Dad - I was trying to do

     my work, and couldn't concentrate - It was her fault!"



     "IF I HEAR YOU BLAME YOUR SISTER ONCE MORE YOU'RE OUT! DO YOU

     HEAR ME? OUT!" With that, he picked up the pile of work I'd

     completed, and ripping it in two, through it out the window. "NOW

     BEFORE YOU START YOUR WORK - AND YOU'LL DO IT PROPERLY OR

     THERE'LL BE TROUBLE BOY - APOLOGISE TO YOUR LITTLE SISTER!"



     In the past, I'd refused such requests, gaining a hard slap, and

     the docking of a months allowance for my trouble, so I had little

     choice. Humiliated, I walked through to her room, seeing that she

     now wore only her tiny panties, as she wiped a tear from her eye

     then smiled at dad.



     "Sorry Judy" I said then turned to leave. "IAN! Apologise

     properly!" "Shit Dad! Wasn't that good enough?" I said, the words

     out before I could halt them. "DON'T LET ME HEAR YOU BLASPHEME IN

     THIS HOUSE!" With that, my 6'2 father pulled my arm behind me,

     knocking me off balance. He grabbed me, pulled me to Jude's bed,

     sat down, then pulled me by the hair so that I folded across his

     knees.



     As I felt him loosening my trousers I complained "Fuck-off dad -

     I'm fifteen - you can't spank me!"



     "WITH LANGUAGE LIKE THAT I WON'T" he replied, pulling the belt

     from his trousers. He pulled my school trousers down to my

     ankles, then ripped down my boxer shorts. "Oooh Daddy!" exclaimed

     Judy. "Yucky - his bottom's all hairy!" My face was deep red with

     embarrassment as my little sister made these abusive comments,

     while my father lifted his arm.





     'SWISH' I heard the belt before I then felt it a hard 'CRACK'

     accompanying the agony that crossed my buttocks. Again and again

     he raised the belt then lashed it against my backside until tears

     were running down my cheeks. After what seemed like an eternity

     he paused, his voice still hard, and angry. "NOW IAN - Apologise

     properly to Judy!" My voice croaking with pain I turned my head -

     "No Dad - I won't - It wasn't my fault!".



     Judy moved round to us, and rested her hand on my crisscrossed

     sore behind. As dad looked up at her, my horrible sister pinched

     a fold of my skin between her chubby little fingers. I yelled,

     reached round, and landed my palm hard against the back of her

     thigh.



     "IAN! I DESPAIR WITH YOU!" Inevitably, my father had seen this,

     whilst completely missing her cruel pinch. He passed the belt to

     Judy, the little girl taking the leather strip that was almost as

     long as she was tall. She raised it and brought it down on me,

     while father held me still, my arm stretched behind my back in a

     half-nelson. I hardly felt the strike, since my sister wasn't

     strong enough, or tall enough, to cause much damage. "Try holding

     the other end" suggested dad, a suggestion that she dutifully

     accepted, the sharp brass buckle now swinging at her feet. "DAD!

     The buckle - Don't let her dad?" I pleaded, but he just glared at

     me and smiled at her.



     Like a sling, Jude started twirling the belt around her head,

     then whipped it, hard, into the cleft of my buttocks. "ARGGGGG" I

     screamed, almost jolting from my fathers lap as the belt pin cut

     into my ass. "Go on Judy - You teach him!" said dad, as the

     pretty little seven year old once again swung the belt into me,

     this time it striking my upper thighs. This continued for several

     minutes, until with the sensation of little streams of blood

     running down the back of my legs, I collapsed in a feint.



     I awoke in bed, some hours later, a sea of pain enveloping my

     lower half, from the small of my back, to the top of my thighs.

     As I remembered that my baby-sister had done this to me, I felt

     unbelievably angry but knew that there was nothing I could do by

     way of revenge. Dad would be watching me carefully for months.

When Sophie came downstairs, she was looking almost as good as new,

but for her blonde hair that remained tussled, with the occasional

dark streak of dried chocolate. As she lay next to me, a long leg

arching out from the split in her red silk kimono, she raised her

eyebrows.



"Are you cross with me?" she asked, looking concerned.



"No... No Sophie. I was just thinking of my sister. I'm furious with

her." I ended up recounting the tale of what little Judy had done to

me, leading to Sophie pulling down my jeans and gently inspecting the

scars I still wore. At first Judy had laughed a little, obviously

finding the idea of a fifteen year-old guy being thrashed by his cute

baby sister funny. But the marks changed that, and she seemed

sympathetic.





"Hey, don't worry about it. Your chance will come" she said, rolling

me onto my back, then kneeling astride my exposed young cock. With her

fingers, she started rolling my foreskin backwards and forwards, but

it remained flaccid and unresponsive. "What's wrong kid?" she asked.



"Shit, I don't know" I replied. "I guess I just feel a bit pathetic."

Looking me in the eyes, she just said "Well, I hope you really hurt

her when you slapped her legs." My penis must have twinged as she

spoke, because she smiled and started wanking me more vigourously.



"Let me tell you a story Ian babes. Just a nasty, imaginary one about

little girls, like Judy, getting punished. Do you want to hear it?"



"OK Soph." I replied. "I'm listening", my penis hardening to the idea



     "Alright. Once upon a time....hmm....Once upon a time there was a

     school. The school your sister goes to, Saint Francesca's."



"She doesn't Soph! She goes to Saint Augustas!"



     "Hey Ian - this is a story OK? Anyway, I think Francesca is a

cuter name than Augusta, and its my story so don't interrupt!" She

lent forwards, and kissed my nose before continuing.



     "I love you babes. So, as I was saying, Saint Francesca's. It's a

     girls school, with children from kindergarten up to sixth grade."



"Is this going to be sick Sophie?" I asked. "Sure Ian babes, but as I

keep telling you, it's only a story! You going to let me tell it?" I

nodded and she went on.



     "So, all these kids are being taken for a summer picnic. Some of

     their Mothers have joined them, and they're all waiting outside

     the school gates. The children are all wearing the regulation

     school uniform, playing, you know, skipping and playing tag and

     stuff. The little kids, only aged five or six, are all real

     pretty. All blonde bunches and pink ribbons, you know the type?

     And the older girls, fifth and sixth graders are just as cute,

     with tight pigtails and little blue bows in their hair.  The

     school's little dark-green gym-slips are all tight against their

     slim girlish bodies. Instead of a belt, a little yellow rope

     drapes round their waist just tight enough to stop it slipping

     over their slim hips, then the dress tapers out at the waist into

     a short pleated skirt. The dresses are all really short, the hem

     stopping just below the tight little knickers they all wear.

     Under the Gym-slip tops, they wear these charming little white

     blouses, with puffed out arms, and beautiful lacy cuffs on the

     wrists and round their necks.



     On their feet are shiny little black patent school-girl shoes and

     petite white ankle-socks, with baby-ish pink ribbons and white

     frills. Basically they're all real cute, do you get the picture

     Ian?"





     As I gave Sophie a quick nod, the fifteen year old kissed me

     again, her fingers still massaging my penis that was now starting

     to harden, though still way off its best.



     "The Mothers are great looking. They're all young, maybe mid

     twenties, early thirties maximum, and dressed in their favourite

     Summer frocks, made up all pretty, trying to outdo one another.

     When the bus arrives, they take their little girls by the hand,

     and climb onto the bus in file, the driver stood outside helping

     them up the step. When the kids climb in, their cute little

     skirts flick up, and the driver smiles as he gets a view of their

     sexy little bottoms, clad in the tight white panties. If the

     woman hadn't been so taken up with looking good, back straight,

     stomach in, and tits out, they might have notices his dirty

     glances and realised something was amiss, but they were too

     arrogant for that.



     Once the twenty or so kids have climbed on board, perhaps ten

     mothers accompanying them, the driver returns to his seat and

     sets off. At the back of the bus is an ice-box, containing Coke's

     for the girls and white wine for the mothers. Soon they're all

     eagerly drinking, the busses air-conditioning doing a poor job of

     keeping them cool on this hot summer day. After a few hours,

     they're out in the country, and some of the woman are beginning

     to feel distinctly uncomfortable, and ask if the driver can try

     to find somewhere with a rest-room. "Hell ladies, there's nowhere

     around here. Well, I say that, there's a farmer I know with a

     place about twenty miles or so from here. He'd probably have a

     room you could use. Despite passing several Gas Stations, they

     take his word for it, and legs clasped together put up with the

     urge.



     Half an hour later, the driver indicates left, and pulls into a

     muddy track. "This is my pals house Ladies. 5 minutes and you'll

     be there". As they sigh with relief, they look around, a rather

     foreboding trail of tall trees running neatly down each side of

     the track, and arching over so as to almost hide the sun-light

     from above. True to his word, a few minutes later the driver

     pulls up outside a small wooden farm-house located at the end of

     the track. "I'll just go inside and check the rest-room's clean.

     You can't be too careful with these farmers", he says, winking.



     Shortly after entering the cabin, he walks out, two men

     accompanying him. Both are huge, dressed like lumberjacks and

     carrying axes, and have a mean look in their eyes as they survey

     the yellow bus. One approaches the back of the bus, and lifting

     his axe, strikes the rear tyres. With a brief hiss the passengers

     feel a bump as the tyre bursts, and one of the pretty, young,

     mothers screams. The axe-wielding giant walks round and repeats

     this with the other tyres, until the bus is rendered completely

     immobile.



     The bus driver climbs in, and picks up a microphone. "Kids,

     Ladies, you've just been kidnapped. I know you're all rich -

     shit, I know the fees you pay to send your little darlings to

     Francescas! Now, Joe, Frank, and myself, are coming round with

     this bag. Take off your jewellery, and get your handbags ready.

     If I catch anyone holding back, their little girl gets it. You

     understand?"



     Terrified, the mothers nod, eagerly pulling off the wedding and

     engagement rings from their fingers, and taking credit cards and

     cash from their purses. Joe and Frank wander down the isle,

     carrying black plastic bags, into which the woman throw their

     valuables. As they walk back to the front one of them notices a

     young brunette woman fidgeting. He turns towards her. "Hey Doll -

     what seems to be the problem?" "Nothing....Really, nothing" the

     petrified mother says. As she cowers a small gold locket swings

     out from her neck. "Hey Joe - Take a look at this!"



     Joe walks forward to the mother and sees his accomplices find. He

     reaches for the locket and with a hard tug, the chain breaks.

     "Fuck Bitch! What's this?" He opens it and reads the inscription.

     "To my darling Samantha on the occasion of her 14th birthday.

     Love Daddy". "Hey guys, isn't that sweet". The young woman is

     shaking as she sobs "I'm sorry... It was my father... he's gone

     now, and it means so much to me". "You think that's an excuse?

     Looking at the school-girls sat around her he adds "OK - Which of

     these sluts is yours?"



     The woman hesitates, then points at a pretty, pig-tailed brunette

     girl, sat in the next row. "Kid - how old are you?" The young

     girl replies "I'm ten" uncertainly. Returning to the mother, he

     looks at her tight, firm young body, smooth complexion and pert

     breasts, commenting "Well, that makes you at least 28, and I'm

     afraid I just don't believe that. Looking back to the ten-year

     old he asks "What's your name kid?" "J-J-Jenny" she stammers. "Is

     this your mommy?" he asks pointing at the young blonde woman. "N-

     N-No. My mummy's over there" she says pointing at a another of

     the woman. "It's true!" her real mother, Paula, shouts. "Be Brave

     darling...". Looking at the woman who'd lied she shouted "You

     bitch! Her kid's the little blonde one in the seat behind!"



     "Fuck ME!" exclaims Joe. "You rich-bitches make us guys look like

     angels. Anyway boys, what are we going to do about this?" As he

     speaks a little fifth grader raises her hand. "What is it kid?"

     "I, ummm, I need to pee" As she speaks a sparkle of an idea

     begins to form in the kidnappers mind. "OK...Who else needs to

     use the john?" Every hand in the bus raises, their bladders full,

     from the pints of drink each had drank. None could have guessed

     the method behind an earlier serving of heavily salted snacks,

     and the deliberately heated and dried air conditioning in the

     bus, was to force an this excessive consumption of liquid.





     Joe's stare returns to the locket carrying woman, Samantha. "You

     know what bitch? I kinda appreciate the way that you went for

     that other woman's kid, so maybe we'll give your little girl a

     second chance. But you'll do exactly what we tell you. Out of a

     desire to preserve the sanctity of her little blonde daughter,

     she nods enthusiastically. "Frank! Get the kid, Jenny, and her

     mother, Paula, and bring them outside. Now, the rest of you

     ladies will watch. If I see any of you, or your kids, looking

     away, you're dead-meat, comprendez? "



     Frank walks over to the sixth-grade girl, and wraps his hand

     around her pink-ribbonned brunette pig-tail. Effortlessly he

     raises his arm, and literally lifts the screaming girl from her

     seat, and into the air. Jenny's mom, Paula, crying out, runs up

     to her swaying daughter, and tries to grab her, but instead gets

     a hard kick in the groin. She falls to the floor, and feels

     Franks free hand grab her foot, and start dragging her along the

     isle.





     Samantha obediently leads Frank as they leave the bus, the other

     woman bouncing harshly on the steps as she's dragged along, her

     summer frock now pulled up so as to cover her face and expose her

     long, stockinged legs. Her pretty little daughter cries from the

     pain that's being inflicted on her scalp and her hanging body

     bruises as it bangs against the seats.



     While Frank suspends the pretty little ten year old, Joe takes

     her mum, Paula, and ties her, spread-eagled between two posts the

     stand in a clearing outside of the building. Using his enormous

     strength he tightens the ropes until her shoulders and thighs are

     at the point of dislocation. Next to one pole is a small

     tattooing device. Picking it up, in his right hand, and holding

     her head still with his left, he starts using it to write a

     permanent message on her pale cheek. As he moves away and holds a

     mirror to Paula's face, she sees that "JOE'S SLUT" is indelibly

     printed on each cheek with "PLEASE FUCK MY CHILD" inscribed

     across her forehead. The text is sufficiently large to be read

     from the bus, and at the drivers command, the woman start sadly

     applauding his artwork.



     Meanwhile Samantha kneels in the clearing, holding ten-year old

     Jenny in her arms, the poor kid weeping into her shoulder as she

     observes the defilement of her mother. Frank has taken a length

     of rubber garden hose and is using the axe to chop it into small

     12-18" lengths. He turns to Samantha. "You know what to do?" "Yes

     - this is going to be an awful thing - I feel so cruel - Do you

     promise to leave my baby, Maria unharmed?" the woman responds.

     "Listen Slut, I don't need to promise anything, but yeah, sure,

     we'll leave your little bimbo alone".



     With that, he passes a small bag, and one of the lengths of pipe

     to Samantha. Taking the little girls arms, and pulling them

     behind her back, the pretty woman removes a pair of hand-cuffs

     from the bag. With a snap, she uses them to restrain the little

     brunette. She then uses a hammer to knock two iron pegs to the

     ground, spaced apart by two or three foot. "Lie on your back

     Jenny. Do as your told or your mummy will be hurt a lot more".

     The little girl, tears running down her cute dimpled cheeks, lies

     down her legs between the two stakes. Samantha reaches into the

     bag, taking two lengths of twine, and starts rolling them round

     the girl's slim legs from just above to just below the knees.



     When she's completed she takes one knee, and ties together the

     two loose ends of the nylon twine, placing the loop she has

     created over one peg. Repeating this for the other knee and peg,

     the suffering little school-girl's legs are obscenely parted, her

     panty-clad pussy clearly visible to her mother, and the coach's

     passengers. From her own handbag, she pulls out a make-up case,

     and kneels next to the kids face. First she applies a layer of

     foundation, then rubbing a large amount of ruby red blusher onto

     each cheek. Pulling her eye-lashes straight, she applies mascara,

     making them appear big, and sort-of tarty. Finally, she uses some

     baby-pink lipstick on the baby-doll's lips until she looks like a

     little girl hooker, like Brooke Shields in Pretty Baby or Jodie

     Foster in Taxi Driver.



     With a pair of scissors, the young mother shortens her own dress

     until it extends down from her waist about 14 inches, the

     appearance being that of a cheer-leaders ra-ra skirt, before

     sitting astride her little victim. She kisses Jenny on the lips,

     before forcing her tongue between them. When the little girl

     tries to turn her head, she raises her hand and slaps her, hard,

     across her face, leaving a large red mark across one cheek. "Open

     your mouth baby" she whispers, finally holding her nose, closing

     the nostrils, and forcing her prey to gasp. Wasting no time, she

     uses the opportunity to slip one of the short lengths of pipe

     between her pink glossy lips, between her teeth, and down her

     throat, until 16 inches of plastic has slid into her mouth,

     leaving just a two inch tube exposed from her lips.



     The poor girl gags and convulses, her body trying to reject the

     tube that ends inside her neck, but Samantha is oblivious to

     this, now bringing a small tube of "super-glue" to the girl's

     face. Into each nostril, she spurts a globule of the skin-bonding

     adhesive, then holds them closed for 10 seconds to give the glue

     time to set. She repeats this around the little-girl's pink lips,

     squeezing them against the tube, until she can only breath

     through the pipe.



     Giving the child a minute to learn how to breath Samantha moves

     astride the little girl's head, one knee to each side. Reaching

     down below the hem of her abbreviated dress, she pulls her pink

     bikini panties down to her mid thigh, then uses the scissors on

     her submissive victim's gymslip. Starting at one of the loops of

     material that cross her shoulders, she snips away at cute kid's

     blouse and dress, until a split runs from her neck to her waist

     then pulls the two halfs apart. The top half of her nymphet young

     body is exposed to the onlookers, from the waist of her panties,

     up to her flat girlish breasts. Her little-girl nipples stand out

     as adrenalin pumps through her, and her tummy pushes up, as,

     having removed one final item, Samantha pushes the lumpy bag

     under the small of her back.



     Waving this final item to the coach, then with a smile, to the

     girl's hysterical mother, she presents a short thin horse-whip.

     Raising it to the air, she lands it accurately across her little

     bimbo's nipples, up again, then again down on her little round

     tummy. Each lash leaves a deep crimson mark on the victim's flesh

     her body soon crisscrossed with angry looking welts.



     Samantha is ready to move onto the second part of the punishment,

     as she spreads her labia, and slowly lowers herself over the

     school-girl's face. As she presses her clitoris against the open

     end of the pipe, Samantha feels the pleasant sensation of the

     girls strained breathing sucking and blowing at the restricted

     air-flow. As she starts to feel horny, she does as she's been

     ordered, and using the fingers of her free hand, inserts the pipe

     into her pussy, until her crotch is firmly pressed against the

     girls face. Her vagina contracts and expands against the girls

     vein attempts to breath, and she begins to feel an on-coming

     orgasm. "OK Samantha, that's enough" orders Frank, seeing the

     ten-year old's contorted face. "No...NO!" Complains Sam. "I'm

     almost coming!". She fucks the sucking piece of pipe, up and

     down, not allowing it to leave her pussy, and repeats the

     thrashing of the young girls nipples, until blood starts to seep

     from them.





     "Samantha...STOP!" yells a woman from the bus, as Jenny's face

     starts to turn blue, and her movements become less pronounced.

     "I'M....I'M ALMOST THERE" shrieks Samantha, her fingers now

     frantically masturbating her blood filled clitoris, until with a

     cry of ecstasy she pulls off the pipe with an audible "pop".

     Turning round she sees Jenny motionless, her face showing a feint

     tint of blue, with little silver trails of girl-cum dripping down

     her cheeks. Hit by the realisation of what she has done, she

     cries, then start blowing on the pipe, then pressing on Jenny's

     chest, attempting to revive her. "Not so fast!" says Frank,

     grabbing her bobbing head. "Piss into it first". "Oh No!" she

     replies, now feeling like she wished the earth would swallow her

     up. "The longer you leave it, the less chance she's got!" says

     Frank, a wicked glint in his eye.



     Recognizing this as her only opportunity, Samantha stood over the

     pipe, then, with a grunt, release a stream of golden urine onto

     the girls cut body. "Into the tube Samantha!" ordered Frank, and

     she stepped back, until the smelly piss poured into the tubes

     narrow opening. Sam's urethra hurt as she emptied her bladder,

     then returned her lips to the pipe. The stench of urine, coming

     from the pipe was unbearable, but she blew and sucked, until the

     little girl's body started to spasm in activity.  Frank held

     Sam's head down, her mouth encircling the tube, until with a

     series of convulsions, Jenny coughed up the urine filled contents

     of her lungs, followed by the contents of her stomach. Sam gulped

     down her own urine, concentrating to prevent herself from

     gagging, then realised that nothing more was coming from the

     pipe. "It's blocked!" she screamed. "It's full her sick! What can

     I do". "Suck baby!" replied Frank. "And don't swallow!" Samantha

     slowly sucked the sick out of the pipe, her cheeks initially

     hollowed, but filling as her mouth accepted the previous contents

     of Jenny's stomach. As the last lump popped into her mouth, Frank

     pulled her back, seeing that the little girl was now, at least

     shallowly, breathing. "Now baby, lets go and see her mummy shall

     we?" He took Sam's hand, and led her over to where the mother was

     tied, her eyes glazed from the sight she had been forced to

     witness. "If you really care about your little girl, you'll give

     Paula your fist, the whip, and the contents of your mouth. OK?"



     Samantha looked at the woman, stretched like a rag-doll before

     her, and wished she'd never been born. Joe passed her a whip,

     much longer than the horse whip she'd used on little Jenny, with

     several small leaded tails at the end of its length. She couldn't

     hold the sick in her mouth for much longer, feeling it start to

     drip down her chin, so raising the cruel whip, she lashed it into

     the woman who must feel so much hate for her.



     The tails hit Paula's breasts and stomach, tearing at the skin,

     and leaving trails of blood from a single strike. Again she

     raised the whip, this time aiming lower, and ripping at her lower

     abdomen, pussy, and thighs. By the twentieth lash, the woman had

     fainted, a pool of blood at her feet, her body scared for life.



     "Now Samantha, fuck her with your fist." Samantha knelt before

     Paula, whilst Joe revived the tied-up slave with smelling salts.

     Cutting away at the front of her dress, Sam cut through her

     panties, to expose her small blonde bush. Samantha immediately

     pushed three fingers into the women's tight, and moist vagina,

     then her pinky, finally followed by her thumb. With all her might

     she thrust upwards, her hand vanishing to well past the wrist,

     until she touched the women's cervix. Guessing where she was

     Frank told her to continue, and she pushed her slip fingers

     between the cervix and into her womb, curling her fingers as they

     touched the cavities walls and finally getting her whole fist

     inside.



     The woman was screaming and yelling in complete agony, as her

     organs were stretched to an extent that even child-birth couldn't

     achieve, and unlike a pregnant woman who had nine months to

     stretch, she had to accommodate this intrusion in nine seconds.

     As Samantha stretched her thumb and pinky into the woman's

     fallopian tubes, the poor tattooed slut lost control of her

     bodily functions, releasing a spray of urine over Sam's face, and

     excreting down the side of her arm. "You Bitch!" yelled Samantha,

     re-clenching her fist, and with a sharp pull, extracting her arm

     from the woman. She felt the womb following her fist almost until

     her hand reappeared, and she knew that her uterus was severely

     prolapsed. "No more babies for you!" Sam commented, as, standing

     up, she pulled the women's lips apart, and bringing her lips to

     her slaves, emptied the contents of her own mouth into that of

     the woman's. As the results of the child's retching were

     transferred from lips to lips, some slipped out pasted against

     their young faces.



     As Samantha stood back, Frank moved forwards, and with a long

     knife, cut through the ropes that suspended Paula, allowing the

     poor slut to collapse onto the sandy ground, clutching at her

     groin.



Ian was completely immersed in the story, astounded that Sophie would

have such obscene ideas, yet turned on immensely. Despite the slow

pace of Sophie's wanking he knew her would soon ejaculate, and grabbed

her hand. "Make me cum Sophie" he asked, the cute blonde nodding and

turning the slow movement of her fist into a frantic shake. She sits

up, and manoeuvres herself over his cock, impaling herself onto it.

Fingering his balls, and squeezing her full breasts, she bounces up

and down, until Ian fills her pussy with his sperm.



"I liked the story Sophie. Is it finished now?"



"No way Ian babes. Remember little Maria? Can you begin to imagine

what Paula would do to her given the chance. Can you guess what the

kidnappers might make Maria and Jenny do to each other? All I need are

a few ideas, and I'll tell you the rest!" With that she kissed Ian,

the went to the kitchen to prepare some supper.





===



Part 5



As Sophie prepared a meal for him, Ian's thoughts returned to his

other little girl-friend, twelve year old Juliette. He found himself

in something of a dilemma. Sophie would go up the wall, if she found

out about Juliette. In fact, given the story she'd just dreamt up, he

found the potential consequences quite horrifying!



Unlike Soph, Juliette couldn't be considered a slut. In fact she was

as innocent and naive as they came, though the apparent subservience

of her letter suggested that she'd do pretty much anything that made

him feel good. He begin to wonder what he might do that would allow

him the pleasure of both girl's services at the same time.



Sophie walked in, a little trail of cum running from the inside of her

thigh, down to her knees. "Ian darling. I've made you some dinner!".

Ushering me to the dining table, she presented a plate of Steak au

Poivre and vegetables, with a bottle of french Chablis. "Mum will kill

me when she sees the wine's missing. Still, you know I only want the

best for you babes." I was no connoisseur, but this girl could cook,

and we both enjoyed the immaculately cooked meal.



As we completed the main course, I poured and drank the last drop of

Chablis. Seeing the empty glasses, my cute fifteen year old waitress

asks whether I want to open another bottle. "I think Dad keeps his

wine in the cellar. Do you want to choose one?". I was beginning to

develop a taste for the expensive food and drink, so nodded, and

followed Sophie to the hall, and down the stone cellar steps.



As we reached the foot of the old house's foundations, Sophie flicked

on the light-switch and gasped. The large stone walled room, certainly

did contain a tall rack of wine bottles. However, the cause of

Sophie's gasp was an array of pornographic posters, whips, and chains

that hung from the walls. "Your mom and dad must spend a lot of time

down here!" I said, sniggering. Sophie blushed, but scanned around the

room, noticing a large trunk placed in one corner.



Whilst I removed the cork from a bottle of wine, Sophie wandered over

to the trunk and opened it. She pulled out a thick sheep-skin rug that

covered its contents, waving it, then allowing it to drop to the

floor. Her next discovery seemed to be a bunch of black silk.

"Wow...It's from the party" she exclaimed. I must have looked blank,

since she continued "I had a fancy dress party to celebrate my

fourteenth birthday. My sister wore this. It's a french-maid costume."

As the held up the outfit, I saw that it was tiny, maybe 2' from top

to bottom. "How old's your sister Sophie?" "Oh, Melissa's only ten.

Don't you think that its cute?" "Sure is" I responded, wondering what

the hell her mom and dad were doing with it stashed in this apparent

den of iniquities.



Dropping the little dress to her feet, SOphie took the bottle of red-

wine from my hands. Lifting it to her pouty pink lips, she took a gulp

of wine, most of it running down her chin and staining the kimono.

"What is it about you Ian? I just want to be dirty when you're with

me..." she said, smiling. "Do you like it?".



"Yup Sophie. I guess I do.". As I spoke, I felt the urge to fuck the

girl re-awakening in my groin. Sophie was gazing at the distinctive

bulge with interest, as she pulled out a couple of magazines, and a

thick, leather-bound photo-album from the trunk.



As she peeked inside the magazines and album her eyes widened. "Shit!"

she exclaimed. "What is it I?" I asked, but re-closing the covers, she

shook her head. "You can look at them later. You just lie down on the

rug, and let me go and fetch the desert!".



For reasons unbeknown to me, she picked up the little black-silk

maid's dress before venturing up the stairs, as I looked around the

room. Placed on a small table nearby was a CD-Player, so picking out

an INXS album, I inserted the disc, hit the 'play' button, and filled

a large tumbler with some more wine.



As I lay back, listening to the music, I finished the glass, refilled

it and soon had finished the bottle. I was starting to feel distinctly

tipsy, as I closed my eyes, waiting for Sophie's return.



I don't know how long I slept, maybe an hour, maybe two. Anyway, when

I felt a hand caressing my long, hard cock, and the cold on my legs

(suggesting that my pants had somehow been removed) I guessed she was

back, and opened my eyes. Unsure of the sight in front of me, I

blinked, then looked again. Sophie had stood up, to my side, and,

carrying a small tray, had somehow dressed herself in the tiny fancy-

dress french-maid's costume!



The black satin was unbelievably tight around her torso, its little

puffed lace-trimmed shoulders digging into the flesh of her upper arm.

Just below a pink-ribbon choker that surrounded her neck, the two

nipples of her full breasts peeked out. The costume had been designed

for a flat-chested little girl, and the only way she could fit inside

of it, was through allowing her tits to be pulled way up, their upper

mounds bulging out of the frilled neck.  As I looked on, she simply

lowered her chin, keeping her arms subserviently behind her back, and

licked the two exposed little pink erect nipples at once with a slow

swipe of her tongue.



As my eyes looked down the dress, I saw its flared skirt and multiple

frilly under-skirts start halfway down her stomach, their hem

finishing just high enough to expose a narrow length of skin above a

tight pair of panties. A suspender-belt held up a pair of white fish-

net stockings, terminating in a pair of cute victorian-style ankle

boots that tightly clasped her feet.



She did a quick twirl for me, the many skirts riding up horizontal,

and I was shocked to notice how deeply the panties dug in to the young

flesh of her nubile bottom. Registering my concern she said "The

panties are Melissa's too" with a smile. "Do you think that they're

too small for me?" I wasn't going to complain. I found the bondage

imposed by the far-too-small costume to be very sexy, and smiled so

that she knew I approved.



"Can we play a game Ian? I want to be your docile, subservient naughty

french maid, and you can be my rich English Lord and master!". "Sure!"

I replied. Standing up from the rug, I walked to, and sat down on, a

deep red leather arm-chair that was placed in a corner of her parent's

make-believe 'dungeon'. Relaxing deep into the seat, I joined in the

game, ordering my pretty, blonde slave-girl to bring me my desert.



Keeping her legs together and straight, she bent down and picked up

the tray. Her ass towards me, I enjoyed the sight of the black silk

dress, and white lace underskirts as they popped up, revealing the

panties deeply pulled between the cheeks of her ass. The tight

knickers even penetrated the cleft of her labia, providing a clear

view of her blonde-downed cunt for my pleasure.



Turning round, eyes subserviently down, she walked towards me, swaying

her lithe young hips with each step. "Your desert master" she

commented demurely, placing the tray on my lap. I took a mouthful of

it, and realised that she trifle tasted like she'd made it with pure

alcohol. "You call this desert!" I exclaimed, playing the game. With

that I raised the dish, and emptied the results of her culinary

efforts onto the dusty stone cellar floor.



She smiled, then returning to her part, mouthed a coy pout. "Must I

lick it up master?" she asked, the desire in her voice far to obvious

to be mistaken. "Yes my little french tramp!". "I know that I'm a

tramp master. I'm a whore, a brazen hussy, a strumpet, and I don;t

know why you keep me. I deserve to be punished my lord. " Before

kneeling on the floor, the took one of the small canes  that hung onto

the cellar walls, and passed it to me.



As she lowered her sweet young face to the mess on the floor, her

skirts rose up, and without leaving my chair I brought the cane hard

down on her pantied buttocks. "Lick it up you dirty bimbo slut!" I

ordered, as she rubbed her face into the dusty mess of fruit, jello,

and sponge her cute pink tongue lapping away. "I deserve worse than

this Lord. You are too easy on me, and I will never learn to be

better." Needing no further encouragement, I repeated the thrashing of

her buttocks, enjoying the Swish and Crack as the cane did its worse.



After ten or fifteen swipes, I realised that the wine had taken its

toll on me. "Sophie - will you stop for a moment - I need to use the

john" I said, but she wasn't going to leave her character that easily.

Her eyes sparkled with delight as she looked up, saying "No my lord. I

should be your toilet. You must teach me that it is all I'm worth!"

Her face was covered in the trifle remains as she spoke, some of it

dripping onto the lace apron that fronted the costume. As I stood up,

she eased down my underpants, taking my soft penis between her

fingers.



I tried to release my full bladder but it wouldn't work. "I can't

Sophie - It's too filthy!". "Aww, Please Ian? Please try for me?" she

said in a little girl voice. My prick pointed towards the apron, I

finally felt a jerk, and a small shower of piss erupted, landing on

her apron and thighs. She immediately brought her tongue to my cock-

head, licking the droplets of urine that remained. "Yes Ian.... Yes

Please!" she exclaimed, as, unable to prevent it, my bladder released

and a steady stream of pee started to pour into her mouth. She took a

gulp, then moved her hair under the flow, then sprayed the steamy

yellow smelly liquid over her face, smearing her carefully applied

make-up. As the pressure of the flow started to drop, she took my

prick back into her mouth, closing her lips around it, and with her

adams apple bobbing up and down, started swallowing my pee.



Only after the last drop of piss had been sucked from my cock, did she

stop to breath for air. Her hair was soaked to the scalp, little

trails of piss dried on her face, and the maids costume showed patches

of a vague yellow hue. As she knelt, looking up at me, she said

"Master, I need also to piss. What shall I do?". "I don;t know" I

replied. "What do you suggest?".



The slutty nymphet, wandered over to a sofa and picked a small

cushion. Returning to the crate, she closed its lid, then placed the

cushion on the floor by its side. I couldn't guess what her intention

was, but guessed it would be dirty.



Lying on the floor, her head on the cushion, she raised her legs onto

the crate, then, arching her legs and back and pushing towards the

crate with her hands, she lifted her cute behind so that it sat on the

wooden box. Her head, remaining on the floor, was 2-3 ' lower than her

ass, her body angled at 45 degrees. She then pulled her knees back,

until they touched her breasts, her thighs slightly parted in a baby-

doll pose. Pushing a hand under her tight panties, she grunted, and at

first I didn't understand what she was doing. It then became clear, as

a dark stain of urine begin to soak into the pretty, cotton, briefs.



Soon, a little stream of urine was visible, running onto her tummy and

under the bodice of her dress, before rea-appearing between her

crushed breasts. Angling her neck, she opened her mouth, putting her

tongue to this high cleavage, and started lapping at her own warm

urine. Some missed her tongue, running into the locks of her hair,

before dripping into the soft cushion on which she lay. As she tried

to swallow, the pungent liquid made her cough, bringing urine up

through her nose. Sometimes the stream would dribble around her mouth,

into her pretty blue eyes, that reddened as she resolutely kept them

open.



This had to be the most sluttish exhibition I had ever seen a girl

perform. And that included pictures of old-tarts giving donkeys a

blow-job. Of course, my S&M novel went further, as did Sophie's story

about the school-girls, but the difference was that this was real, and

she was in ecstasy! I could see her finger furiously rubbing her

clitoris, under the wet, and now transparent, panties. As the stream

of urine diminished, her body jerked in the throes of orgasm, and

turning her head she smiled, and blew me a kiss, a drop of orange

piss, running from the corner of her slightly parted lips.



"Did that please you master?" she asked. I nodded, but looked down at

my penis that stood erect and throbbing between my thighs. "Bring me

the books you were looking at now, Slave" I asked. Shaking her head

she replied "No my Lord, I can't do that." "Sophie? Did you just

disagree with me?"



"Yes I did" she said quietly. "I shouldn't have done. It was very bad

of me. You must cane me again". She lifted her damp middle finger to

her lips, and sucked its end cutely. Walking to the wall, she selected

a small leather strap, and handed it to me. Then, returning to the

wall, she slipped a wrist into a small manacle that was attached via a

chain to the thick stone wall. "Master, I am worried that I may cry

out or try to move, and that would be naughty. I must be restrained

and gagged." I couldn't see anything with which to gag her, and told

her so. "There is something Master". "What?" I asked. "My panties

master..."



Without waiting for my assistance, she used her free hand to peel off

the piss and cum soaked cotton knickers, stepping out of them. "Once I

am gagged I won;t be able to tell you when to stop Lord. I think that

it is good for me to be completely at your mercy. You will be able to

do absolutely anything to me, and I deserve the harshest punishment."

With that, she lifted the panties to her lips, pushing them in,

between them, until her cheeks bulged with the sodden material.



I wasn't too sure about going through with this. I knew that I was

very highly sexed, but Sophie made me feel like a virgin. Her eyes

pleading with me, I wandered to her, and snapped shut the other

manacle. Putting on a show for me, she rested her cheek against the

cold stone wall, arched her back, and widely parted her long straight

legs, her little boots pointing slightly inwards.



Raising the little whip, I started by thrashing her ass until it was a

wonderful deep shade of pink, then moved my blows lower, hitting the

backs of her legs between the stocking-tops and the lower curve of her

buns. The harder I struck, the more she arched her back, pushing her

sweet behind towards the pain-inflicting tawse. As my arm tired, I

finished with a few sweeping undercuts, directing the whip up into the

valley of her young cunt, and making her jump in the air with pain.

Finally I opened the manacles, and released her, and with a few

quavering steps, she collapsed onto the rug.



"Are you alright Sophie?" I asked, rushing to her. Tears came from her

eyes, but she was smiling. "Yes Ian, that was lovely."



After fetching some baby-lotion from the upstairs kitchen, I helped

her out of the dress, and saw deep red marks where the tight material

had bit into her. Placing her on her stomach, I rubbed the lotion into

her sore ass, allowing by fingers to run between the crevice of her

cheeks, and enter her tight little bottom-hole. I positioned the head

of my penis into the cleft, and let her feel it, poised at the

entrance. "Go on Ian" she whispered. "Please, fill my ass with your

love." I easily slid into her tight rectum, aided by the slippery

cream, and massaged her shoulders as I pistonned in and out. After

moments, I felt myself cumming, and, pulling out, thrust myself into

her sweet warm cunt, and filled it with my juices.



After laying together for some time, Sophie took my hand, and moved me

to the steps, pausing briefly to collect the magazines and album from

the floor. From the hall, we took a second flight of steps, and after

putting my clean clothes in her bedroom, and her soiled costumes in

the washer, we took a quick shower, then climbed into bed. Together,

the two of us slept quickly, and soundly, exhausted from our antics of

the day.



When I woke the following morning, my penis was standing hard and

upright, revigorated from a good night's sleep. "Good Morning Ian"

said Sophie. Even when I saw her stood next to the bed, in a short

white night-shirt I wondered if the previous day's events had all been

a dream. Then, placed on her dressing-table I noticed first, her pink

and blue woollen dress, the stains visible even to my bleary eyes, and

next to it the magazines and book from her parent's cellar.



As she walked to the window, opening the curtains and filling the room

with sun-light, I could see the soft-sillohette of her body and thighs

beneath the white material of her bed shirt. My eager-to-please,

platinum blonde fifteen year-old, had made me a coffee and some toast,

so as I enjoyed my breakfast-in-bed I asked her about the magazines

and album. "Sophie? Why wouldn't you let me see them?" "Let me show

them to you Ian, then you'll understand."



She placed them on a bed-side cabinet, then slid into bed next to me.

Placing a pillow under my head, I sat up, as she passed me the first

magazine. From its cover, I could see that it was some sort of

specialist bondage title, a pretty young blonde woman hog-tied up on

the floor, a large red ball-gag filling her mouth. As I flicked

through it, I saw that the magazine showed a tale of bondage, starting

with the fully-dressed blonde visiting an unknown customer in a hotel

room. The final photographs, showed her naked, suspended from a hook

in the room's ceiling, her body tightly roped, with silver clamps

attached to her nipples and clitoris. The photographs were quite well

shot, soft-focus, and pretty despite their hard subject material.



"Well?" I asked. "They're not that bad Sophie. Did you think that

they'd shock me?" "No!" replied Sophie. "But don't you realise?

They're of Mummy!"



I must have blushed, for she added "don't worry Ian, I think they're

quite nice in a funny sort of way. She only looks about 20, they must

have been taken just after I was born, yet her body looks good doesn't

it!" I had to agree, and smiled. "The other's are worse though Ian"

she told me, passing the second magazine.



It bore the title "Baby-Doll" and was filled with photographs of

apparently young girls. Some of them looked rather silly, a bit like

Sophie in the french-maid costume, girls in their late teens, sucking

their thumbs, and dressed in little-girl smocks. Other's, however,

were more convincing, their almost flat chests reminding me of

Juliette. "Who's in this one?" I asked, preparing myself for the

worst. "Oh, no-one. It just helps explain Mom and Dad's interests."

Indicating that I didn't understand, she passed the photo-album,

opening it on my lap.



It was filled with pages of photographs of Sophie, her sister, and

other young girls, in various states of undress. Most were fairly

innocuous - pictures of the two pre-pubescent sisters playing in the

bath, carefully washing each other's bodies. Other's had clearly been

taken with hidden camera's, one showing a naked fourteen year-old

Sophie, lying on her bed, her middle finger pressed deep into her

pussy as she enjoyed a private masturbate. "The worst ones are at the

back" she told me as I flicked through the pages." The final set of

photographs showed her in bed with her little sister, apparently

whilst they were on vacation in Canada. The two young girls were fast

asleep, but standing to their side was Sophie's father, his penis

poking out from his pants. His fist was wrapped around the long cock,

and the second photograph showed a spray of cum arcing towards the

girls' sweet young faces. A final pair of close-ups revealed little

globules of cum in their hair and on their faces, as they slept on,

oblivious.



"You must feel awful Sophie" I told her, but she shook her head. "He

should have told me", she said. "He's a nice man, and I love him. I

would have let him fuck me if he'd asked. It just makes me feel a

little shy, and its a bit of a shock..."



"Your sister looks lovely though!" I commented, and she turned to me

and smiled. "She's very pretty isn't she. But little girl's usually

are at that age. Still Ian, you can't have her. I want her to make her

own mind up about boys, and sex, when she's good and ready."



"Do you like other girls though Soph?" I asked, wondering if my line

of questioning would lead to tears. "I don't know really" she replied.

"I look at Melissa's pictures, and think maybe, if I felt really

horny, I would enjoy making love to her. But I wouldn't because she's

my sister and I don't think it would be right. Why do you ask?"



I knew then that it was time to tell her about Juliette.



===



Part 5



As Sophie and I lay together, I decided it was time to break the news

about my night with Juliette.



"Sophie... You'd do anything for me wouldn't you" I asked. "You know I

would Ian" she replied, licking her lips. "Do you want to piss on me

again?"



"Slut..." I laughed. "No, that's not it. Well...you know...hmmm". I

was labouring on, trying to find a way to break the news that I'd been

unfaithful to this fifteen year old blonde nymphomaniac.



"I slept with another girl on Sunday". There. It was said. I looked

over at Sophie listening for her reaction, though when it came, it was

with a hard slap across my face.



"YOU BASTARD!" she yelled, tears running down her face. "Who is the

bitch? Is it that slut April? I'll kill the slag, really, I will!"



"Calm down Sophie" I said, my face still smarting. "It's not April".

April was an ex-girlfriend, a dirty 16 year old punkette girl, who'd

introduced me, and half the guys at school, to the sensation of a good

blow-job. "It's Juliette. You know, Jimmy Konig's kid sister".



At this Sophie appeared to relax. "Juliette Konig? You mean that

little brunette kid? Shit Ian, she's only in 7th grade, you cradle-

snatching pervert! That doesn't let her off the hook though. I'll make

her suffer..."



I suddenly felt angry with the slut. Who was Sophie to tell me what I

could and couldn't do? Anyway, Juliette hadn't known about her, and

certainly didn't deserve to face the wrath of Sophie because of a

single innocent night of love. "I don't need to take this Sophie. Fuck

off and find someone else to play your slutty games with. I'm going

home."



Sophie suddenly went quiet and threw her arms around me. "Oh Ian...I'm

sorry... Don't finish with me - remember I'm your slave girl, and

you've got to look after me...". "Alright" I told her. "But I'm going

home anyway. I might call you later... Meanwhile see if you can steal

some of that stuff from the cellar, in case we want to play some more

games another day."



Sophie smiled demurely, and nodded, as I dressed and prepared to

leave. As I walked out she pressed a photograph into my hand. Kissing

me, she said "It's for your collection Ian. My little ten year old

sister, Melissa. I guess this is to tell you that you can have her

when you're ready. I'm sorry for getting cross, and this is my way of

apologising."



When I reached the house, I found it empty, a note quickly scribbled

and placed on my bedroom door.



     "Dear Ian,

     Your father's furious with you for leaving Judy alone last night.

     However, it seems that this time you've been lucky. Dad's

     mother's sick in Vancouver, so we're going up to sort her out,

     and have decided to stay up there for a few weeks and see some of

     the family.



     Since we obviously can't trust you to look after the house on

     your own, I've asked my sister to come over. I've locked up your

     bank-book and told her to spend your motor-bike money herself if

     you give her, or Judy, any trouble. Your father's told her that

     you only respond to hard punishment, so don't be surprised if

     that's how any wrong-doings are rewarded!



     Be good Ian, and we'll see you soon,



     Love, Mom."



"Fuck!" I thought allowed as I read the letter. Aunt Tina was OK, in

fact, from my memories of her, the Canadian woman was quite

attractive, and she was a lot younger than Mom. A few years ago, she'd

competed as an athlete for the Canadian Olympic team, and had been the

star of the family - the press-cuttings of this physically perfect

specimen of a woman had fast vanished from Mom's dresser into my stash

of fantasies.



When she became too old for the squad, she'd extended her fame by

having a short, messy relationship, with an ex-convict who'd ended up

beating her and running off with her medals. I'd never been entirely

sure why, but Dad had always seemed sympathetic to the fiance,

referring to her as 'that Canadian dyke', this infuriating Mom and

inevitably leading to arguments.



My anger was due to the bank-book black-mail. I'd been saving every

penny I could since I was fourteen, for a decent motor-bike, and in a

month would be finished. Now, all my efforts might be in vein. As my

thoughts wandered between anticipation of once again seeing my Aunt,

and concern about my plans for a black Kawasaki vanishing, I heard a

knock on the front door, ran down, and opened it.



"Hi IAN!" Aunt Tina had changed since the photographs had been taken

that I'd spent many a night fantasizing over. She was smaller than I

remembered, about 5'3 and had cut her long brunette hair short so that

she looked kind of boyish, (a bit like a singer on one of Judy's

posters, Jane Wiedlin). Her wide eyes, and cute snub-nose made her

look cute in a pixie type way, though with her well defined muscle

tone visible under fairly scant clothing I wouldn't care to mess with

her!



"Err, Hi Aunt Tina" I replied, as she marched in, leaving her

suitcases at the foot of the stairs. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me

into the kitchen, pushing herself up onto the table while I sat down.

"So what have you been up to, my little nephew?" she asked. "Actually,

let it wait, let's go into town and get a milk-shake together and we

can chat there!".

"Hmm. Aunty? Are you not going to get changed first?". My The 28 year

old Aunty was dressed in the tiniest pair of stretch-lycra running

shorts  her long legs apart, as she tapped a pair of Nike-Air boots,

their laces apparently missing, onto the kitchen floor. More

disturbing was the black running vest that hardly concealed a detail

of her over-sized breasts, high at the neck, but only just reaching

low enough to cover her prominent nipples. As she tapped her feet, the

shirt bounced up and down, and I was terrified her tits would 'fall

out' at any moment.



"Are you embarrassed with your Aunty?" she asked, laughing. "Well,

you'll just have to take me out as I am, because I can't be bothered

getting changed!"



When she drove to town, she inevitably chose my normal hang-out to buy

us a drink. The other guys watched her, as she walked in and ordered

two Bud's. "You're old enough now to enjoy a real drink with your

Aunty Tina" she told me, as we took a table, sitting opposite one

another.



She asked me about school, about my interest in motor-bikes, adding

that she'd bought one herself a year or two before. As we chatted a

couple of young girls, aged maybe 13 and 14 came in, obviously having

been to majorettes practice, from their short pleated skirts, and

little white boots. As I tried to keep my eyes off them, I saw Aunt

Tina blatantly move her head towards the counter, smiling brightly

when a gust of wind from the opening door caused the skirt hems to

flick up and reveal pairs of tight teenage panties. "Sexy kids huh?"

she said in a slightly husky voice. "Well, erm, sure Aunty" I replied,

confused by the strange woman.



I found myself increasingly able to answer her questions honestly, and

even told her about Sophie and Juliette when the "girl-friends"

question arose. I avoided too much detail, but she seemed happy

enough, telling me that we should arrange a dinner party so that the

two girls could meet and maybe make-up any differences.



As we prepared to leave, I heard the door open, and a silence descend

on the milk-bar's inhabitants. Looking over my shoulder, I saw two 17

year old's from school walk in, both guys with a bad reputation for

bullying the younger boys. "Here comes trouble" I told Aunty as she

followed my stair.  The two of them muttered an obscenity at the older

majorette, then spied Aunty and myself by the window. "Well if it

isn't our shit-for-brains friend Ian. Who's the slut you've got with

you today?" I'd been through this before, just ignoring them as they

tried to insult me in front of the respective girl. This time,

however, things were very different.



Aunt Tina stood up, and licked her lips at the boys. "Hey, forget Ian.

You're the kind of boys I want." Lifting her breasts as she spoke, she

said to the first, "go-on... touch them." As he reached forwards, she

raised one of her long athletic legs, and drove a pink sneaker deep

into his abdomen. As he folded to the floor, she kneed his dumbstruck

friend in the groin, toppled him over with a hand, then kicked his

face against the hard, tiled, cafe floor.



As she stood, victorious, over the two boys, the majorettes walked

over. "Gee ma'am. That was great!" "It's nothing kids, just what they

deserved" she told them as they looked up at her in awe. Aunt Tina

seemed kind of flushed, as she invited them to join us, the two guys

being dragged out by the bar's owner. He motioned to a waitress that

drinks were on the house, and soon we had a table full of bud's with a

few cokes for the younger girl.



"So girls, do you know my nephew Ian." They shook their heads, as

Aunty continued "He's a good looking guy, don't you think?". "Sure"

said the thirteen year-old. "Well, he's alright. But you're really

pretty ma'am." "Why Thank-You!" Aunty replied, reaching out, and after

brushing a blonde lock of hair from the cute girl's face brought her

hand to rest itself on the kid's bare young thighs. "You're a very

pretty little girl, yourself. Here, help yourself to the beer".



As the young teen downed her third bottle, and Aunty placed an arm

around her, the friend who'd been quietly observing these going's on

spoke up. "Nikki... Don't you think we should go now?". "No, not

yet... I'm not anyway." Aunty stopped any further concern by saying

that she'd drive the two girls home, but after dropping off the first,

turned into our street. "Nikki... Do you want to come in and join us

for a coffee?". "Sure! That would be great!" replied Aunties luscious

little catch, and soon the three of us were back inside the kitchen.



"So what do you do at majorettes practice Nikki?" asked my aunt,

sitting herself in front of me. "Gee..Well, we learn to play the

tambourine, and swing batons, then we do some dancing!" "Would you

show Ian and me your dancing?" she asked, the kid immediately agreeing

and proceeding to jump and twirl in the middle of the kitchen floor.

As I watched, I found myself becomming more aroused both from each

glimpse of the baby-doll's tight little knickers, and my own Aunty's

obvious interest in them. I felt aunties sneaker moving up from

between my feet to the crotch of my jeans.



Dirty Nikki was relishing our interest, and as she pirouetted would

flick up her short blue and yellow ra-ra skirt so that Aunt Tina could

enjoy a sustained show of the cotton panties that hugged her skin so

tightly. As a finale the kid turned her head towards my pretty Aunty,

put her thumb cutely between her lips, pouting, and pushed a leg

forward, another backward,  as she lowered herself into the splits.

Aunty suddenly exclaimed at me.



"IAN! WHAT'S THAT BUMP BETWEEN YOUR LEGS?". "Wha...What Aunty?" I

replied nervously. She pulled her toe back, then kicked me hard in the

crotch. "OWWW" I yelled as she crushed my balls with the hard toe of a

Nike, causing me to topple backwards on my chair, and land on the

floor.



"YOU WERE IMAGINING THAT YOU WANTED TO FUCK POOR SWEET LITTLE NIKKI!"



Aunty stood over me, as she yelled, looking frightening but sexy with

a definite twinkle of excitement in her eyes. She pushed her thumbs

into the waist of her running shorts and peeled them to her ankles,

showing herself to be bare of both panties and pubic hair!



I found myself enjoying her dominance, and the air of sexuality that

she projected. "I..I didn't only want to fuck Nikki Aunty. I wanted to

fuck you as well". It was out before I could stop myself, Aunty

smiling as I, her sisters son, propositioned her.



"IAN! YOU'RE AN EVIL MAN! NIKKI AND I MUST PUNISH YOU FOR HAVING SUCH

BAD, BAD THOUGHTS." "Y-Y-Yes Aunty. You must...." Nikki was giggling

away at this spectacle, and at Aunty's command started removing my

shoes, while she pulled off my shirt, and loosened the waist of my

pants.



"Nikki, pull at his jeans for me darling". Nikki obediently tugged, my

Levi's slipping off to expose my hard penis to the pretty woman and

little blonde girl. Aunty took a length of clothes-line and soon had

my ankles individually tied to legs of the table, whilst my wrists

were tied together and stretched behind my head to a radiator pipe.



"Darling, sit on his face for me babes?" Little Nikki stood over my

face, smiling like it was her birthday, and spread her legs apart,

bringing her young pussy against my face. "Isn't his little willy

horrible Tina" said the little slut, as my nose pressed against the

thin material into the groove of her labia. "I like your pussy much

more! It looks a bit like mine but the bit that sticks out is much

nicer!" Aunt Tina's labia and clit protruded more than any other I'd

ever seen, and she played and tugged at it, as the kid looked on in

admiration. "Come to me baby" Aunt asked, laying herself on the floor,

her legs spread. "Aunty...please... finish me first" I pleaded, my

penis throbbing uselessly in the air. "Shut up Ian! Nikki, please

would you put your little panties into his mouth to shut him up?".



Nikki peeled them off then deftly pushed the sweat and girl-cum soaked

cotton into my mouth. After removing the rest of her outfit she lay

herself between the older woman's thighs, and writhed as Tina's

fingers went straight for her pert young ass. Aunty rolled over so

that she was on top of the kid, and lowered her head down to the

girl's little cunt, lapping at it furiously. The child was soon

emitting shrieks of pleasure as she enjoyed, maybe her first ever

orgasm, a tongue pressed deep into her pre-pubescent vagina.



"Let's help Ian cum baby-doll" said Aunty, picking a feather-duster up

from a cabinet, and flicking on the kettle to make a coffee. The two

naked girls, came tow me, this time Aunty lowering her dripping cunt

over my face. I immediately started licking up and down her cunt until

I felt a tickling sensation from Nikki running the duster up and down

my cock. "Touch me properly!" I tried to say, but the panties made it

come out as an undecipherable grunt. "What's wrong Ian? Do you want us

to stop?" asked Aunty, leaving me painfully on the verge of orgasm as

she squeezed Nikki's hand and walked back to make the coffee.



Nikki continued to move the feathers up and down the length of my rod,

sometimes flicking it at my balls, and the tickling sensation was

starting to change from being pleasant to agonising. As I repeatedly

neared the point of orgasm, my haunches would rise, and she'd withdraw

the duster, over and over again. "I think that your a pathetic little

man Ian!" said Nikki, enjoying my humiliation, as I thrust uselessly

at the feathers. Sweat was starting to drip from my body, as I heard

Aunt Tina say "Shall we let him cum now?" to cute Nikki.



My athletic dyke relation approached holding a steaming cup of black

coffee. "Ian - where are the spoons?" I tried to nod towards an

obvious drawer below the sink-unit but she ignored it. "What's that

Ian darling? You want me to use your penis?" I shook my head

vigourously, but she just continued to Nikki's obvious amusement. "YOU

DO? You're a tart Ian! It's ever so hot, and it will burn you

horribly!" I tried to twist away from my Aunt but she chose to

interpret it as some ecstatic spasm, and knelt between my spread

thighs.



Taking the base of my penis between her thumb and forefinger Aunt Tina

pulled it from its vertical erect stance down, until, feeling like it

would crack in two, it was pointing downwards, flush against my balls.

I was screaming against the sodden panties to no avail, when Aunty

immersed the exposed head into the scalding liquid, where, with a few

yanks of my foreskin, I spurted my load. As I ejaculated a genuine

orgasm filled me, and I felt spasm after spasm of cum shoot into the

coffee. "Ohhhh Yucky!" said the little-girl slut, enraptured with my

agony and ecstasy.



With this, Aunt Tina released me, my penis springing back up, and

pulled the panties from my mouth. My eyes were full of tears, but I

felt a strange calm from being placed in such a submissive role.



"Are you OK Ian" she asked, her eyes now looking kind and concerned.

"I'm OK Aunty. I hurt, but I want to hurt when I'm with you". "That's

good Ian. You'll be sore for a few days, but when you fuck your little

girl-friends I know you won't forget me! Now I'm going to take Nikki

home - you should go and rest in bed, but tomorrow I want you to

invite Sophie and Juliette over. Will you do that for your Aunty?"



"Sure" I told her, as I hobbled out, my cock burning while the two

girls laughed.





===



Part Seven

----------



After the episode with Aunt Tina and Nikki, I chose to leave it a few

days before fulfilling the request of inviting Sophie and Juliette

over for dinner.



I'd gone straight to bed after having my cock burnt by Aunty, feeling

pained but elated from my first experience of personal sexual pain.

Aunty had come into my room late, dressed in a little white teddy and

climbed into my bed. "Don't worry Ian, I'm going to look after you."

she'd told me, rubbing a soothing creme onto my sore penis, and

holding me in her arms as I fell to sleep.



When I awoke the following morning it was late, and I saw a note on my

Pillow telling me that break-fast was ready for me downstairs, along

with a little present. After pulling on my PJ's I rushed down and saw

my bank-book next to the toast, along with a small wrapped parcel.

First, I looked into the bank-book and saw that Aunty had credited an

extra $500 into my account, the amount I still needed for the bike! I

then picked up the small package that lay by its side. It felt

metallic and was quite small, easily fitting on the palm of my hand,

though I couldn't begin to guess as to its contents.



Ripping away at the adhesive tape, I found a key. What was it for? I

wondered, then on closer inspection saw the word "Kawasaki" embossed

on the plastic fob. She couldn't have could she? I wondered in

excitement. A door adjoined the kitchen to the garage, and I saw it

was slightly ajar. Walking to it, I pushed it open, and saw, stood in

the centre of the floor, two brand-new sparkling Karasaki KH-100

motor-bike's, one in black and the other customized in a deep hue of

pink. Aunty was sat astride the pink model, wearing a short tight

bikers jacket, made of white leather, with a tiny white leather figure

hugging mini-skirt. "Surprise!" she said smiling at my obvious

delight.



"Is it... Is it for me Aunty?" I asked, not believing that the

magnificent bike could be mine. "Sure it is Ian - and it hasn't cost

you a cent!" "Wow... " I ran up to her and kissed her warmly on the

lips, allowing my tongue to press into her mouth, and my arm to pull

her close to me. "Hey! Slow down kid... you've got to let your bits

get better before we play any of those games!" she told me with a

smile. "Thanks Aunty.. It's great. I don't mind what you did to me...

I love you Aunt, I feel I'd let you do anything if you really wanted."

"I know you would kid, and I will. I'd never do anything to you that

wouldn't get better though, you know that. Now, some of your little

friends might be a bit different, but you don't care do you?"



"Aunty, you can do what you like with any of them" I told her. "I'll

help you, really! Can we take the bikes out for a run?"



We drove to the city that afternoon, Aunty decking me out in a cool

leather bikers jacket, and black helmet, making me feel like Mad Max

the second. We had a great day, shopping for clothes for us both,

Aunty getting tons of lingerie, then taking me to the red-light part

of down-town as dusk begin to fall.



She seemed to know the various shops and clubs well. Our first stop

was a brightly lit shop called "Fantasy". They sold all sorts of sex

stuff, a cute blonde assistant rushing to serve us as soon as she saw

aunt, who obviously had a reputation as a good customer.



"Tina! Great to see you here again" she said. "And who are you?" she

asked looking at me. "This is my nephew, Ian" said Aunty, proudly. The

blonde kissed me, then told me how good-looking I was, and how lucky I

was to have an Aunt like Tina.



"So what can I get you both?" she asked. Aunty passed me a list she

had prepared. "Anything you want to add Ian?"



I looked at the wild list of costumes and sex-aids in astonishment and

interest.



     4 x vibrators 4", 6", 12" and 14"

     1 x Spiked vibrator           [hope its not for me I thought]

     1 x Vibrating Anal Probe      [don't mind if that is]

     1 x Gynaecologists Chair

     1 x Double Ended rubber dildo

     1 x 8" dildo gag

     1 x 16" vaginal forceps       [shit!]

     Assortment of 'costumes' to fit ages 7, 12, 15, and my size

          Include french-maid, nurse, school-girl, rubber body-suit

          baby-girl smocks, whore, pony-girl, tennis-costume etc.

          - Include some costumes for Ian...

     Assortment of drugs, eg Hard-On cream, Clit Stimulant,

          anaesthetics, acids etc

     Assortment of restrain and torture items as advised

     plus anything else you might recommend...



"Shit Aunty... We're going to have a good two weeks aren't we?"



The shop assistant was obviously thrilled with the order, and after

taking our address, promised the stuff would be delivered within 24

hours.



As we returned to the bikes outside, Aunt asked what I wanted to do

next. "Are you ready for some sex Ian?" "No Aunty" I replied, my cock

still stinging under the leather pants. "That's ok kid, How about if

we get ourselves a bite to eat in a little club I know, where they do

little shows. It's girls only, but I think they'll let you in just

this once". "Great Aunty" I replied, as she kick-started the bike, and

accelerated off.



It only took a few minuted to reach Aunt's club, though we had to

navigate through a series of small alleys, and dark narrow roads to

get there. The entrance was nondescript, no flashing neon outside, or

anything else that might suggest its contents.



She pressed a small bell on the door, and after a shutter sliding open

to check her identity, the door opened for us. A stunning red-haired

woman stood in the doorway. "TINA DARLING!" she exclaimed, hugging

Aunty. "IT's BEEN SO LONG?" Aunty hugged her back then made some

whispered explanation on who I was. "Well, why don't you come in, and

make yourself comfortable. I'll get the kitchen to prepare some

burgers, and you can be watching the show."

A series of perhaps 20 small tables surrounded a stage in the medium

sized room. The light was low, but I could see pretty maids, serving

drinks to the various guests. The silhouettes of these members made it

clear that they were all female, but I wasn't complaining, and trusted

Aunt's word that, tonight at least, I'd be safe.



We took a table, and relaxed into the circular sofa that surrounded

it. Almost immediately a beautiful 6"2 blonde approached us, dressed

in the tightest of maid's costumes, and knelt by Aunt's side. "What

can I get you Mistress?" she asked, her voice strangely husky. "We'll

both have beers" she replied. "Slut, before you get them, kneel on the

table, and lift the hem of your skirt."



The maid climbed up, and dutifully did as asked, and I was astonished

to see the vague outline of a penis and balls under a pair of frilly

pink knickers! "Oh shit!" I commented. "Get rid of him Aunty!"

"Pathetic isn't he" she replied. Reaching for a candle, she spoke to

him. "My nephew doesn't seem to like you very much! What do you make

of that?" "I should be punished Mistress" replied the TV, broadening

his thighs while she rested the candle between them. I watched, dumb-

struck as the panty material begin to burn, a wisp of smoke rising

from the poor guy's crotch. As his pubic hair ignited I punched him

hard in the face, knocking him off the table. "Aunty, it smells

dreadful!" I told her, as the maid crawled away with our order, his

hand cupping his singed balls, and his nose bleeding. She was smirking

like she was possessed. "That was cool Ian. Just treat them like shit

- that's what they want or they wouldn't be here!"



While we waited for the drinks, the stage curtain rose, and the

amazonian woman who'd answered the door took to the raised platform.

"Welcome Ladies! Tonight we have something very special for you - may

I present 'Little Bo Peep'". A wave of applause swept through the

room, as lights showed a backdrop of hills as if somewhere in the

country-side.



A sound of a little-girl's singing came from off-stage along with the

'baa' of a lamb or sheep. As it got louder Aunty whispered into my ear

"Don't worry about the kid Ian. Her mom's a whore, and the kid's been

doing dirty stuff since she was five! She loves it, really!"



A little blonde girl, aged no more than seven walked on, tugging at a

large lamb with one arm. Her strawberry blonde hair was up in two cute

pony-tails, and she wore a long dress, pale blue with white frills

running around a pinafore style apron, and down the folds of a

billowing skirt. As she reached the centre of the stage, she looked

around, as if checking that no-one was nearby, then sat on the ground.



Reaching forward to her shiny shoes, she pulled the laces and slipped

them off, then peeling down her frilly ankle socks. Reaching behind

her waist she unclipped the apron, then the dress, slipping it off

above her head, until all that she wore was a tight pair of panties.

After pulling her panties down to her knees, she offered a deliciously

gawky little pose, her knees inwards from her feet, her head bowed,

and a finger between her lips.



She looked up at the audience. "What shall I do?" she asked. "Let the

lamb lick you!" yelled one of the lesbians, many of whom seemed to be

enjoying the use of vibrators from the buzzing that now filled the

room. "Yeah! Go on little girl!" shouted another, as the cute kid

pulled at the lamb, until its head was nustled between her lithe pink

thighs. Soon she had wrapped her shapely girlish legs around the

lamb's neck, and the audience could see it's tongue lapping at her

tiny labia. The kid pinched at her erect nipples and shook her blonde

bunches from side to side as if in a constant state of orgasm, though

guven her age this seemed unlikely to be real.



Our drinks and meal were brought by the same she-male maid as before,

his eyes looking frightened after the previous visit. Aunty let him

lay down the food, waited until he turned, then deftly flicked up his

short black silk skirt, and thrust her fork into a buttock. A

bloodstain immediately appeared in the tight knickers he wore, but she

just laughed and let him leave. "I'm a bitch aren't I Ian?" I nodded,

not really caring what atrocities she might wish to inflict on this

pathetic specimin of a man.



The kid on stage was still playing with her pet, her hands now pushing

apart its rear legs while she tried to push her tongue into its brown

anus. "C'mon Ian - lets go..." said Aunty. I wanted to see what

happened to the seven year old school-girl but she said she was tired.

"It's always the same anyway. She'll end up with it fucking her.

Christ knows what most of the girls here see in it. They wouldn't let

a cock near them in a million years." "Would you Aunty?" I asked.

"Well not normally Ian, but I'd let you fuck me darling."



We left the place, Aunty promising to bring me again one Saturday,

when she said the show was a lot 'harder'. I got a buzz seeing the two

bikes stood outside, and realising that one was mine, gave Aunty a

hug. "Go on Ian. Leave out the sentimental stuff, and let's get

home!".



Before I went upstairs to bed that night, Aunt Tina suggested that the

following evening we should invite Juliette and Sophie over for

dinner. "I can't phone Juliette" I told her - "You know... her brother

might answer... it would be awkward". "Alright... I'll phone her. Hmm.

It might be best if her mum didn't know where she was". I couldn't

pretend to guess her motives, but decided it would be best to let her

get on with it! "Ian, what's the name of the headmistress at

Juliette's school?" "I don't know - it's the same as Judy's though". I

flicked through the book, and found the St Augustus entry in the book.

"Mrs Brown" I told her.



Tina phoned the number as I read it out from the directory. "Hello, Is

that Mrs Konig?..... Great, this is Mrs Brown at St Augustus. I wanted

to ask if Juliette could join us for a party we're holding tomorrow.

One of the teachers is leaving, and we'd like Juliette to sing......

You don't think so? She's got a great voice!..... Well, anyway, I'll

ask one of our teachers to pick her up at 6.00..... Have her wear

something pretty will you? Maybe in pink so that it will match with

the others..... Yes, it will be late, maybe after midnight, but we'll

bring her home..... Super..... Bye!"



"I'm collecting her at 6.00!" remarked my Aunty, her purposes starting

to dawn on me. I called Sophie, and told her about the bike, and the

arrival of my Aunty. Tina asked me to give her some indication of what

we'd been up to, so I recounted the tales of the milk-bar, the

majorettes, and today's trip to the night-club. Sophie gasped as I

spoke. "Wow Ian... she sounds great!" she told me. "This makes me feel

so horny - I'll be there!"



Aunty motioned to me that she wanted to speak to Sophie herself. "Hi!

Sophie? This is Tina. Listen, Ian's told me about the little story you

told him, about the bus and the school-kids. No! Don't worry! I love

it! I think we can be great friends, You, Ian, and me! We'll soon sort

out Juliette! Anyway, I want to hear the rest of the story. Would you

write it down for me? Bring it with you? Fine! See you then!"



"Aunty, I've a funny idea that I'm going to need a good night's

sleep... See you in the morning" I remarked as I made my way upstairs.





===



Part Eight



On the day of the 'dinner party' for Sophie and Juliette, Ian woke up

late. It must have been noon, when Aunt Tina entered the bedroom with

a tray of lunch.



Tina had been practicing her aerobics, and wore her tight black work-

out gear, the appearance being as if she'd just stepped out of an MC

Hammer MTV video. "Hi Kid! How are you today?"



Ian checked himself (paying particulr attention to his cock) and told

her he was fine. The cream she'd given him after the events with her

little majorette friend, Nikki, seemed to have worked wonders, and it

was back to its normal erect self. She sat on the edge of the bed, and

explained her plans for the afternoon.



"I'm cooking some food for us all, then at about 5.00 I'll go and

collect Juliette! Sophie's been on the phone, we had a chat. She's

coming round in an hour or two, so that I can get to know her a little

better!"



Ian asked whether her purchases had been delivered from the outing to

the sex-store. "Oh yes - we're going to have a very dirty couple of

days Ian! Are you ready for them darling?" As she spoke, she pushed

her hand under the duvet, and gently grasped his swolen penis, moving

it backwards and forwards. "Yes Aunty...Yes, I'm ready..."



"Kid, some of the stuff we do might be a little, you know, unsavoury,

but you don't care do you? Even if they meant that your girlfriends

got hurt a little?" Ian was ready to trust his life to the woman, so

told her so. "You're in charge Aunty - You do what you like, really!"



She left him with the message that he should stay in bed while she

prepared things, so when she left the room, he reached down for the

stash of magazines, keen to get rid of his hard-on! When he picked up

the case it seemed lighter than it had, so kneeling on the bed, he

flicked the combination locks, and checked inside.



A flush of worry hit him when he saw that it was almost empty. A note

had been placed on top of what little remained, which he read, with

concern.



     "Ian - I wanted you in the right mood for this evening so I'm

     afraid that I've taken your dirty magazines. It's a shame to

     split up such a colletion, but I've sent some to your Mom and Dad

     so they know what kind of boy you are! (Thet'll be awfully cross

     with you don't you think?)



     The worst ones I've put in an envelope, with a note to explain

     that they're yours. If you have any second thoughts about letting

     me do what I like tonight, I'm afraid that they'll be posted to

     the police! I think they might lock you up for those little-girl

     pictures. It might be nice for you in a prison, I think that the

     other convicts would really take to you!



     I was shocked at the picture of Michaela! That's my daughter Ian,

     she's only six! What sort of fantasies did you have about her? I

     noticed the stains of cum all over the photograph, and for that

     you'll have to be punished!



     Please don't think about running away. You know that I'll catch

     you, and I'd rather that you endured your punishments like a man.

     When you're ready, come down-stairs, and I'll tie you up.



     Your loving Aunty Tina

     x-x-x

     "



"SHIT!" he thought aloud. Dad would kill him this time - and was Tina

serious about sending the pictures to the police? He couldn't risk the

chance, so dressing, went down-stairs, his hard-on having quickly

softened at this turn of events.



Tina stood at the foot of the stairs, obviously waiting for me.

"You've seen then?" she asked in a stern voice. "Yes Aunty" Ian

replied meekly. "Undress Ian... I'm going to tie you up here at the

foot of the stairs. Sit on the third step for me will you?"



He sat down in the entrance hall steps, undressing until he was naked.

Aunty looped a rope around each knee, looping each one round a

bannister rail, then tugging. The effect was first of his knees

spreading, then as she continued pulling, his ass being lifted from

the steps. The addition of ropes strapping his elbows up to the hand-

rails left Ian suspended above the steps, thighs stretched apart.



"Ian darling. I hope you understand that I had to do this. I love you,

and I think I'll love Sophie and Juliette, but I need to dominate and

hurt you all... Do you see why?"



"Aunty... I don't mind you hurting me, but please don't do anything

too painful to me?" he pleaded, trying to lift his head and look at

her.



"We'll see." Ian heard the door bell go, and she turned towards it.

"That will be Sophie!" she told him, as she pulled it open. Sophie

looked typically slutty, in a short halter-top and a tight pair of

jeans, that had been deliberately torn along the thighs, and across

the cheeks of her buttocks.



Ian guessed from her lack of concern, that Sophie had been warned of

his predicament. "Hi Ian! I can see right up your ass from here! Are

you embarassed" she giggled. "Yeah, Just a bit Sophie" he told her,

angry at the lack of respect, and clenching his buttocks. Tina pulled

a couple of seats from the kitchen, positioning each towards him.

"Sophie... Why don't we start by listening to the rest of your story.

Ian, If you need anything just ask. By the way, if you cum, you'll

have to swallow it afterwards! And if you interrupt we'll make you

cum!"



"Aww shit Aunty - that's disgusting!" Ian told her. "Ian, I love you

so I'll give you one chance, and that was it. Your next comment will

mean semen in the mouth time! And just to help you feel nice and sexy

while Sophie tells her tale, I've got some presents for you!". Opening

her handbag, she pulled out what Ian took to be a small cotton

handkerchief. Dangling it between her fingers she waved it at him, and

he saw that it was actually a tiny pair of panties.



"They're Michaela's Ian and I'm going to put them into your mouth!"

Sophie looked at Ian's Aunty uncertainly. "Michaela's my six year old

daughter Soph. Would you believe that your pervert boyfriend has been

masturbating over a photograph of her? Look at it! It's all covered in

his nasty cum!" After looking at the picture Sophie commented "She's

lovely isn't she? I'd love to sleep with her".  "Play your cards right

girl, and you never know" Tina replied smiling. Sophie smiled at Ian,

raised the photo to her lips, and licked off the crusty dried cum from

its glossy surface. "Just so that I can look at it properly" she said

in a little-girl voice, as she pushed a hand down the front of her

tight jeans.



"Later Sophie, later. I want to hear your story first !" said Tina,

yanking the photo back, then kneeling next to Ian. She pushed her

little daughter's panties into his mouth, that was dutifully open.

Having held his head up for the previous ten minutes his neck was

aching badly, something Tina seemed to realise as she pushed a pillow

beneath it. "Now, what else have I got for you here", she pondered as

she rumaged through her bag. "Oh yes! You'll love these!" she said

holding three small vibrators in her hand. They were only 4-5" long

and little thicker than the pen-light batteries they contained.



"Are those Michaela's as well?" Sophie giggled. "You're a slut Sophie"

said Tina laughing, as she flicked a switch on the base of the first.

She held it, as it buzzed and vibrated against Ian's erect cock then

pulled a length of adhesive tape from a dispenser. "Just to keep it in

place darling. It should feel nice until I have to peel it off!".

Tightly she strapped it against his penis, then switched on the second

vibrator, and pushed it between his spread buttocks. It entered his

rectum easily, as his anus spasmed trying to reject the invading

object. "He's trying to push it out Tina!" warned Sophie, but Tina

shook her head. "Don't worry Sophie, he'll have to shit it out!". With

that she turned on the third, and pressed it against the inch of

plastic that was exposed. Soon both vibrators, one behind the other

were completely inside him, Tina's finger pushed into his ass. "Ohh. I

wanted one!" said Sophie pouting. "Get on with the story Sophie and

you can have whatever you want darling!"



Sophie pulled a wad of papers from her pocket and looked at Ian's

Aunty. "You know it's all about little girls being hurt don't you?"

Tina nodded, "Don't worry Sophie, it's all only a story. Just make it

really nasty for me will you?" "Oh yes" she replied. "It is very

nasty. I think you'll like it !"



Sophie gazed at Ian who was now bouncing up and down in his bondage,

as the three vibrators pushed him towards the orgasm he was trying to

avoid. "I hope this really turns you on Ian babes! I'd love to kiss

you when your mouth was full of cum!" she said, then started to tell

her story.



     "Do you know the story so far Tina? A school-bus of pretty little

     girls along with some of their attractive mothers, has been

     hijacked by its driver and some men. They'd thought they were

     stopping to use the rest-room, but haven't been allowed to. One

     of the kids, a cute ten year old called Jenny, has been whipped

     and made to drink another girl's mothers piss. She's called

     Samantha by the way. Afterwards, Samantha beat up Jenny's mom and

     really badly damaged her pussy.



     Anyway, this had all been going on outside whilst inside the bus,

     the passengers were desperate to use a toilet, while the driver

     was getting bored. All the fun seemed to be outside, while he had

     to watch the mothers and children less they tried to escape.



     The bus had a central isle, two seats on each side. Around its

     centre was a pair of large tables, each about 5 foot long, with

     four seats pointing inwards towards each. He walked over to them,

     and onto one placed a large crate, and a polythene refuse bag. On

     the other he placed three tripods, two suspending large

     photographic flash lamps, the third, an expensive looking camera.



     "Ok sluts, kids, we're going to play a game. One of my hobbies is

     photography so I thought I'd indulge myself. In the box are some

     clothes and props that we had made. In the next ten minutes

     you're to dress up your horny little daughters and yourselves and

     you're going to model for me! Now, there's some rules. The first

     is that the pose you use must involve you both pissing into the

     bag when I press the shutter! The second is that it must be

     theme, you know? Like you could both be school-girl lovers or

     something? I guess I should also warn you that if I don't think

     it looks very kinky, cute and sick, there's a prize you wouldn't

     want, believe me. Any questions sluts?"



     One of the little girls raises her hand. "What is it kid?". "My

     mummy's not here" she said diminutively. "Any other of you kids

     on your own?" One other raised her little arm. "Ok babies. Did

     you see what that lady did to your little friend Paula out there?

     You did? Well, unless you want the same treatment you're going to

     come and sit with me, and make me feel good. The rest of you

     cunts better get started, the clock's started bitches!"



     The two girls walked to the front of the bus, while the various

     mothers made a dash for the crate. They fought over various

     garments before returning to their seats, and starting to explain

     to their children the need to do what the driver asked.



     The two little girls tentatively approached the driver. Both wore

     the little uniform gymslips that left most of their girlish legs

     exposed, with little frilled ankle socks and black shiny shoes on

     their young feet. The older of the pair looked to be about 11,

     while the younger one couldn't have been over 7.



     "What's your names kids?" asked the driver. The older spoke first

     saying "I'm Anna, and this is my little sister, Jacqui. Please

     don't hurt us?"



     "Well, that depends" replied the driver. He sat on the bus dash-

     board, towering above the children. "You two going to do what I

     tell you to?" "Yes... I promise" said Anna. "What about you

     Jacqui?" "Uh huh" she said, her cute little round face smiling at

     him. "You haven't a clue what's going on have you kid?" he said

     to the naive child. Reaching to the front of his pants, he pulled

     out his huge erect cock, it's 10 inches longer than little

     Jacqui's fore-arm, and probably thicker.



     "Do you know what this is Jacqui? No? What about you Anna? You

     do? I bet you're a real slut aren't you Anna. You'd like me to

     push it into your little cunt? You wouldn't? You better do what I

     tell you to then."



     He told the two girls to hug each other. Obediantly, they wrapped

     their arms around one anothers backs. "Let me see you touching

     each other's bottoms under the panties." Anna knelt down, keeping

     her arms around her baby sister, then dropped them to the back of

     her slim baby-doll thighs. Running them upwards her arms lifted

     the little girl's skirt hem, until the seven year old's waist was

     visible above the waist of the white cotton panties. She then

     slipped her palms back down but under the elasticated waist,

     until they rested on Jacqui's buttocks. "Do the same Jacqui!" he

     ordered, relishing the sight as the little kid repeated her

     sister's actions. "Good girls! Now you're goin to kiss each

     other. When you kiss, I want to see your tongues pushing into

     each others mouths yeah?"



     The two little sisters made a beautiful sight as the kissed and

     loved each other, their little pink tongues entwined, hands

     massaging each others butts, like a pair of tarts in a porn

     movie. The driver was now masturbating as he enjoyed the scene,

     and moved forwards, to kneel next to them. His cock was now at

     the height of Jacqui's parted lips, so he moved it gently forward

     towards the intersection of tongues. They knew better than to

     stop, when his blood-filled helmet touched, but as he dripped a

     little globule of pre-cum into their shared spittle Anna pulled

     back.



     "Did I tell you to stop slut?" he asked. "No, umm, sorry" she

     said dolefully. "But it tasted horrible, and also I need the

     toilet...." "So do I" said little Jacqui, who was still smiling.

     An evil glint returned to the drivers eyes as he pulled out two

     bottles from his pocket. Waving one he said "I put this stuff in

     your cokes. One drop and you all need to go! Kiss again sluts!"



     As they returned to their embrace, he opened the first bottle and

     dripped four or five drops onto each of their tongues. "Move your

     legs further apart Jacqui". The little girl stood, her feet a few

     inches apart, but quickly spread them when he gave her a harsh

     slap on the inner thigh. Her sisters knees likewise spread two

     foot apart, to avoid similar treatment. "Now kids, I want you to

     push two of your fingers from one hand into your sisters bottom

     hole. I want to see your other hand pushed, still from behind and

     under the panties, between the thighs so that your hand is

     against your sister's pussy. When its there look at me."



     The sight of their hands stretching one another's panties was

     delicious, and soon he could see from the outline that they had

     done as he'd requested. Each had squeeled as their anus had been

     invaded by the sisters fingers but could only push closer

     together when trying to escape the penetration.



     As they looked at him, he opened the other bottle, that contained

     some tiny silver-coloured globules of metal. He emptied one onto

     the padded section of a small band-aid plaster then stuck it

     against the busses floor. He emptied the remaining metal globules

     onto two larger band-aids then with his free hand pulled the two

     girls slightly apart.  Against the outlined finger that covered

     each girlish pussy, he stuck a plaster onto the cotton panty

     material. "You need the toilet badly yet?" he asked each one.

     Both said yes, but he knew it wasn't that bad or they'd know it

     for sure! "Watch me" he ordered.



     Anna and Jaquie followed his gaze down to the plaster on the

     floor. "Did you see those little blobs of metal? That was called

     phospherous. It's nasty stuff if it gets wet!" With that he spat

     on the band-aid. As the spit sank through the ventilation holes,

     a hiss preceeded a fizzling sound and burning flame. In seconds

     the band-aid was nothing but a bubble of melted plastic, and

     beneath it a half inch deep hole was burnt into the busses

     linoleum floor.



     "Now if one of you should piss accidentily, that's what will

     happen to your little pussy, and your sisters pretty hand! Since

     that stuff I gave you will make you want to go to the toilet very

     badly you'd be best to pinch each others pee-holes tightly

     together! Get to it kids!"



     The two children understood, and pulled one another even closer.

     The driver saw each grimace as their urethra's were pinched, then

     further grimacing as the liquid he had administered began to take

     full effect.



     "Anna... I can't hold on" wept Jaquie. "Nor can I sis" moaned

     Anna. "I'm just going to have to let go. Pinch me tighter, you

     must...."



     "Arggg" cried the little sister, as the bus driver saw a small

     red spot of blood trickle down the inside of her thigh. "Your

     fingernails Anna!" "Sorry..." replied the sister, knowing that

     there was nothing she could do to prevent piercing the skin of

     Jacquie's groin. A little drip of urine followed the blood trail,

     and the driver knew now that the seven year old had lost control

     of her bladder, the pinching fingers being all that prevented the

     burning of her labia.



     "Hold it like that for five minutes and I'll take off the burning

     stuff" the driver told them. Before standing, he pushed his cock

     back to their inter-twined tongues, and with a few quick jerks of

     his wrist, started to ejaculate. The first spurt of dirty white

     cum made a pool on Jacquie's tongue but was stretched between

     their lips as the second string of ejaculate landed right across

     Anna's face. "Lick it off Jacquie!" he ordered, cumming into the

     seven year-old's pigtailed brunette hair as she collected more

     sperm from her sisters face, onto her cute little tongue.



     As his orgasm subsided the sister's faces were a mess of cum

     strands, that stretched from a girlish pouting lip to a cute

     button nose, between their teeth and tongues, whilst some dripped

     towards their chins. Each face was contorted as they tried to

     restrain their bladders, and both now had a trickle of blood

     running from the crotch to their little white socks. "Four

     minutes to go kids...."



Sophie paused at this point. "How's it going Ian?" she asked. He was

flushed with excitement from the vibrators in his rectum, on his cock,

and her sick story. A muffled yell came from his pantie filled lips.

"What's wrong baby. Do you want to cum?" she asked. "You'll have to

swallow it afterwards... Are you sure?" The need to cum was immense to

the tied up boy, though the idea of having his own male sperm in his

mouth was sufficiently obscene that he shook his head to the negative.



"He disagreed with you Sophie! You really should punish him for that!"

said Tina, passing Sophie a short dog-whip. "He'll probably cum when

you beat him, so be ready!"



Sophie approached Ian with the whip, reached into his mouth and pulled

out the little-girl panties. He was silent, knowing not to speak out

of turn, as Sophie placed their crotch against the head of his cock,

then raised the whip.



SWISH! She brought the whip hard down onto his scrotum, causing him to

scream like he was posessed. Again she lifted it, but this time with a

CRACK landed it onto his cock. As he screamed again, his penis jerked,

and flooded the panty material with the contents of his balls. She

jacked his cock with her hand, until his orgasm subsided, and a large

gooey mess covered the white cotton, then pushed it into his mouth. He

tried to spit it out, but the panties prevented more than a trickle

from running out of his lips.



"It tastes lovely doesn't it darling!" said Sophie, as she lowered her

own head, and licked the sticky trail from his chin. "Don't you wish

you were homosexual and you could taste it all the time?" Ian shut his

eyes, in absolute degradation, but already his prick was once again

starting to harden.



===

Part Nine



As Ian hung suspended from the stair banister, his mouth full of a

pair of little-girl panties that were sodden with his own sperm, his

aunt Tina spoke.



"I hope you don't mind kids, but as well as Juliette, I've a few other

people coming to our little party! I haven't seen my daughter,

Michaela for a few days, so my friend who's been looking after her

should arrive soon! Hmm. I do hope that Bobbi hasn't hurt her! You'll

love Bobbi Ian, maybe you too Sophie. She looks like an eighteen year

old Brigit Bardot, all pout and innocence, but she's a vicious slut

when she wants to be!



Then I've asked Nikki to come, because she loves me! Do you know her

Sophie? She's only thirteen, but she's very sexy. Doesn't like men

though, does she Ian?" Ian's memory flooded with the agony he had felt

when Nikki and Tina had burnt his cock with hot coffee, and hoped that

it wasn't an experience he'd have to repeat...



"I don't like men very much either, but I have told a few gay guys I

know that theres some nice juvenile ass here for them, should they

want it! Ian seems to be developing a taste for man after all, and I'm

sure they'll be pleased to help him broaden his new found interest!

And you never know Sophie, if I feel like it I might let them give

Juliette and yourself a little ass-fucking, especially if it makes Ian

jealous!"



"Oooh. Yes please!" said Sophie, much to Ian's evident distress. "I've

never done that before, and I bet it's really uncomfortable. Ian could

lick my bottom clean after they'd cum into it!"



"Sure he would" laughed Tina. "You're a spunky kid Sophie. I like you!

Anyway, all in all, I think this could turn out to be quite a night,

so to get me in the right mood, will you tell me some more of your

story?



     Sophie grinned and returned to her tale.



     "Taking a final pleasing look at little Anna and Jacqui's cum-

     covered and tear-stained contorted little faces, the driver left

     them, walking to the centre of the bus.



     "So Ladies" he asked. "Who's going to be first?". They were all

     so desperate for a piss, that all raised their hands immediately.



     He scanned his eyes around the room. As he'd requested, they were

     dressed up in various costumes. The dress he'd provided was

     deliberately provocotive, showing lots of bare-flesh on both

     mothers and daughters, so he rapidly felt his stiffness

     returning.



     He pointed at a striking red-haired woman near the back of the

     bus, ushering her forward. As she walked, holding the hand of her

     eleven year old daughter, he confirmed the 'rules'.



     "You're all dressed up for me - that's a good start, and just as

     well. When I call you forward, you're to wait while I set up a

     'stage' for you. I may then want to apply a few props! Now I'm so

     pleased with the way you all look, that I've decided to video

     your little shows, as well as photograph them, so be ready to put

     on your very best performance!



     By the way, should you decide not to act properly, I won't mess

     about!" Raising his arm he waved a short-barelled shot-gun,

     raising a murmer of distress from his audiance.



     He looked around as he spoke, his gaze settling on a little girl

     stood by one of the aisle seats. Unlike the others, she remained

     in her uniform gym-slip, its hem long by comparison, reaching

     down to just above her knees. The driver loved the sight of a

     little-girl's bare legs, and had chosen costumes accordingly, so

     this infuriated him.



     Running to her he grabbed the kid by one of her pig-tails, and

     her mothers arm, pulling them forward. The mother, dressed in an

     abbreviated police-woman's dress looked surprisingly unconcerned.

     A pair of hand-cuffs hung from the woman's belt, that he snapped

     shut on a wrist, attaching the other cuff to a nearby table.



     Returning to the woman's child, he raised his hand to hit her

     then stopped. Looking in the six year old's pretty round face, he

     could clearly see the dark hue of a black-eye, and a swelling

     around one of her ears. He took hold of the gym-slip's skirt and

     lifted it over her head, then slowly unbuttonned her blouse. What

     he saw surprised even him.



     Her lithe young girlish body was covered with the welts of many

     harsh whippings. Hundreds of scars criss-crossed her body, from

     her upper thighs, over her pussy, her stomach, breasts, sides and

     back. Many had drawn blood from the scabs that covered their

     length. "Shit! Who did this to you kid?" he asked.



     "Mommy and Daddy" she replied dolefully. He looked up at the

     mother who was now smiling. "Fuck her if you want to.." she said.

     "She's not worth much else, silly little bitch." The driver moved

     his fingers to the daughter's swolan pussy, easily slipping in

     two fingers. "I've fingered whores who are tighter than this!" he

     exclaimed. The woman giggled. "Yes... We've been stretching her

     since she was a baby! She's very obediant too. Watch!"



     "Kitten? Push the man's gun into your pussy darling?" The little

     girl pushed herself onto the table, lifting up her feet. Parting

     her knees first, she reached for the barrel of the loaded

     shotgun, pulling it between her knees, then down so that it

     pointed at her sweet pink labia. Spreading these with her

     fingers, she pulled at the barrel hard, squeeling as its front

     sight tore slightly at the entrance to her love-canal. More

     tugging left her crying but still she pulled, and soon six inches

     of the barrel was inside of her, its outline visible as it

     pressed out her lower abdomen.



     The woman raised her fingers to her mouth, parting her puffy lips

     slightly. "Go on.. Fire. I don't mind!" she said, her voice

     turning husky, but this was too much, even for the driver. "You

     really want me to, don't you?" he asked. The mother nodded

     coquettishly. "Fuck me... Well, maybe later - this is too easy

     for my taste. But you might be able to help me..."



     The driver yanked the barrel from the little-girl's pussy,

     pushing her off the table so that she landed in a heap by its

     side. "Stay there!" he ordered, then opened the woman's hand-

     cuffs. "I suppose you're enjoying all this?" he asked. "Ooh, yes.

     But I don't want to get hurt!" she replied. "Ok. I'll let you

     help if you want. First thing you can do is be my narrator as the

     girls do their stuff. You manage that?"



     "Sure!" she said. "My name's Heidi by the way. We make films of

     Kitten all the time and I love talking dirty to her. If she

     wasn't such a little gold-mine I'd have finished her off years

     ago!"



     "OK - well you can see our first two actresses here. This is what

     we're going to do..."



     The driver whispered into Heidi's ear for a few minutes, whilst

     the Mother and daughter from the back walked back and forth,

     hands pressed against the crotch, as they tried to forget their

     desperate need to urinate.



     The costumes they had chosen were those of a sporting scene. The

     beautiful red-haired mother wore a green english Barbour jacket

     that reached to just below her waist, a small bush of red pubic

     hair visible underneath. The eleven year old daughter looked cute

     in a yellow rubberised mac, with matching short yellow rubber

     boots. Her Mac left slightly more to the imagination as it flared

     out, to finish at her upper thighs. As a prop, the mother held a

     short thick fishing rod, a small hook attached to a short length

     of nylon fishing line that hung from its end.



     "Right ladies. Time to start and don't forget the gun!" Heidi

     pinned up a large white sheet across one of the wide windows that

     were placd next to the central tables. She then unfolded a roll

     of fabric onto which had been painted the backdrop of a fast

     flowing Salmon river. The table was like a stage, as it sat

     between the cameras and lights, and the backdrop.



     The table was sufficiently low , and the bus ceiling high for the

     mother to stand upright, as she was ushered up by Heidi. She

     looked at the driver, frightened, as he reached into the carton,

     a drew out a small plastic container.



     "Hold the fishing rod out bitch!" he commanded, as he pulled on a

     rubber glove. "Heidi, hold the girl." The slutty woman took the

     red-head's child, pulling her onto her lap, a hand moving

     straight for the eleven year-old innocent's pussy.



     "We want this to be as realistic as possible, so lets add some

     bait to your rod shall we?" asked the driver. From inside the

     container, and using his gloved hand, he pulled out a long slimy

     earth-worm, pushing one end of it's wiggling form onto the large

     barbed fishing hook. "We'll prepare your little girl's rod in a

     moment. First though, I'm going to blind-fold you both, just

     because it looks better. He showed her two blindfolds, the second

     rod, and four cotton wool ear plugs as he spoke. Quickly, he

     wrapped the black silk material around her head, the pushed the

     cotton into her ears. He faked a slap towards the woman's face,

     but she didn't flinch. Moving his lips to her ear, he asked "You

     don't mind if we rape your little girl do you?". Again there was

     no response, the woman continuing to stand silently. "Good. Those

     seem to have worked!". He heard a chuckle from Heidi and turned

     to her.



     "The kid wants to know when she gets her fishing-rod and

     blindfold" laughed Heidi. The driver turned. "Sorry kid.. You're

     not really going to be a fisherman. You're going to be your

     mommy's fish! Heidi? The kid should be wet - this is where you

     can use the bag.



     As Heidi stood, the driver noticed blood seeping from the eleven

     year-old's hairless little cunt. "What have you done now?" he

     asked his assitant, exasperated. "Oh - nothing really - I just

     love taking a little girls virginity. I had to push three fingers

     in before she tore!" "Well get on with this for the moment, and

     you can do what you like with any of them..."



     Heidi moved to the terrified mother, and held the black plastic

     bag between her thighs. "Piss Slut!" she commanded. When there

     was no response she realised that the woman could't hear her, so

     temporarily pulled one of the cotton-wool ear-plugs out and

     repeated her command. A few seconds passed before the woman said

     "I'm sorry.. I am! I can't - I've been holding on for too long!"

     "Bullshit!" exclaimed Heidi, driving a clenched fist hard into

     the poor woman's kidneys. "See! That helped!" she said, as the

     womans urethra opened and a stream of yellow piss entered the

     bag. It seemed to go on and on, but soon the torrent lessened,

     and leaving the remainder to drip onto the table, Heidi held up

     the bag.



     "Ok - Now get the child onto the table!" Heidi picked up the

     woman's daughter and after pulling off the mac, so as to leave

     her naked, dropped her at the mother's feet. Tilting the bag, she

     begin to pour its contents over the school-girl's pretty face,

     into her hair, then all over her lithe young body. The baby-doll

     tried to twist and turn but it was to no avail, and soon the

     eleven year old looked like a slimy drowned rat.



     "Slut!" the driver addressed the little girl, but she had her

     fingers at her watering eyes, trying to clear then of her mothers

     stinging urine. "Slut! Answer me!" Still the make-believe fish-

     girl failed to respond. Then there was a little voice from under

     the table. "Y-y-yes?" it came quietly. "Kitten you slag. He

     doesn't mean you!" said Heidi. "Sorry" she smiled at the driver.

     "We tend to call her that at home! Though since she answered

     might you want to use her to demonstrate?"



     "Good idea Heidi!" said the driver. "I'll make the woman'd kid

     watch!" He took hold of the piss-covered girl's pig-tails and

     dragged her to the table's edge. "Disobediant cow" he yelled,

     driving his fist hard into her solar-plexus. As she folded in

     agony, almost falling off the table, he continued. "Next time I

     say 'slut' I mean you. Do you understand? And take your fingers

     from your eyes - I like to see them all red and watery!



     Now slut, do you see the hook on the end of your mommy's fishing

     rod? In a minute I'm going to ask you to swallow it!"



     The poor school-girl shook her head in fear, as she looked at the

     cruelly barbed hook, and perhaps worse, the long earth-worm that

     it impaled. "Do you want me to chop your fingers off? That's the

     punsihment for disobediant litte girls! You'll never be able to

     push them into your slutty little pussy again!" The idea of this

     innocent little girl masturbating seemed very unlikely, but the

     prospect of such damage made her shake her head.



     "When your mommy's fishing for you, I want to see you playing

     with the hook... Kitten here is going to show you what I mean."



     Heidi was meanwhile telling her six year old slave-daughter what

     was expected of her, and despite the kid's earlier show of

     obediance, she didn't seem very happy with the demands.

     "Kitten... If you don't do it we'll eat Delia for thanksgiving!"

     "Who the fuck's Delia?" asked the driver. "Another daughter?"

     "No" smiled Heidi. "I'm not quite that bad! It's Kitten's pet, a

     little rabbit. Only thing I can think of that's actually fond of

     her!"



     The threat seemed to have worked, as Kitten knelt on the table

     submissively, head down, and hands loosely clasped behind her

     back. "Ha! You needn't have worried anyway. This is only a

     demonstration!" the driver said to Heidi's girl. He picked up

     another fishing rod from the floor, that instead of a hook and

     worm, carried a little piece of licorice candy, that had been

     dipped in some red food coloring. Placing it in the hands of theo

     the red-haired mother, he yelled into her ears that she should

     practice her part.



     She swung the rod as if casting while Kitten lowered her self

     onto her tummy and started writhing around the table, at the

     woman's feet. Each time the suspended licorice landed on the six-

     year old's naked body, it left a red dot of food-coloring. Kittin

     manoevered herself around until her childish little bare pussy

     was under the licorice, pulling her tiny labia apart, and

     allowing the candy to enter her pussy. Believing that the driver

     had tugged on the line, the blind-folded red-head jerked at the

     rod, pulling the licorice back out with a pop.



     "Now your bottom Kitten!" said Heidi, and watched her daughter

     take the line and move it to her behind. The six year old pulled

     apart the cheeks of her ass, and slipped the licorice into her

     anus. Again, the mother jerked at her rod, but as the hook-less

     line flew up, it was apparent that the licorice had come off. "If

     that happens, we replace the bait" said the driver, tying a new

     piece to the end of the line.



     "Now your mouth slut!". Kitten twisted round, so that the licrice

     was in her face, but instead of taking it into her mouth, she

     licked the candy up and down. Allowing a third of the three inch

     length of candy between her lips she sucked it in, and gently

     blew it out, as if she was giving head! "There's no point in her

     swallowing it" said the driver. "But we want to check that the

     woman's strong enough!" He ushered Kitten back under the table,

     and looped the line around the thick wooden crate that had

     previously contained the costumes. The woman pulled up on the

     rod, but the box wouldn't budge. "Take off her blindfold and ear-

     plugs for a second Heidi, and move her kid where she can't be

     seen?" he asked.



     When the woman was allowed to look, all before her was a harmless

     length of nylon string connected to the large box. "When we

     photograph the two of you fishing, we want the rods really

     carrying a weight, high near the buses roof. Try harder!" The

     woman flexed her muscles and heaved up, and the box swung upwards

     until it was 5' from the table. "Yeah - Make it swing a bit", he

     ordered, watching the box swing around near the ceiling. "Good -

     now we can get your kid to do the same thing then think about

     starting!" Relieved, the woman allowed the box to fall, hitting

     the table with a large thump, then bent down as her blond-fold

     and ear plugs were replaced. She put down the rod, as Heidi fixed

     the silk on tightly, giving the driver a chance to swap back in

     the worm-bated rod.



     When Heidi put the woman's daughter back onto the table the

     driver spoke to her. "Do you really understand what we want you

     to do?" he asked. "Yes..." replied the eleven year old. "I..I

     can't do it. I'll let you spank me, or beat me, or injure my

     pussy, but please not this?" she pleaded. The driver pointed the

     shotgun at her mother's face. "You agree now, or I shoot mommy!".

     Realising the futility of arguing, the small girl lay her piss-

     soaked smelly naked body onto the table, as she had just seen

     Kitten do, and the mother unwittingly started to lower the

     cruelly spiked hook towards her, the worm thrashing away in its

     captured state.



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Part Eleven

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Note: I have skipped Part 10 so as to keep the chapter numbers the

same as the file names. I had trouble uploading a file called CUTE09,

so uploaded the last episode as CUTE10. The main thing is that you

haven't missed one, just in case you wondered...





Sophie's recounting of her tale was interrupted by the ring of a

telephone, that Tina left the room to answer.



"That was Bobbi and Michaela! They're on their way, and should arrive

in about an hour, so I guess we better start getting ready!"



She walked over to the stairs, where poor Ian once again was suffering

from a huge hard-on. "So Ian. If I untie you are you going to be good?

I'd expect you to only do what I tell you, even if you don't like it!

Are you ready to be obedient for me?"



Ian couldn't reply, as Tina's daughter's panties still filled his

mouth. "Let's start by pulling those out. Michaela might want to wear

them after all!" She removed the white cotton from his lips, and

started undoing the ropes that had suspended him. As the final tie was

loosened, he slid down the stairs, landing in an undignified heap on

the entrance-hall's carpet.



"I think it's going to be a nice evening!" she said, looking out of

the window. "Perhaps we should have the party outside?" Sophie nodded

in agreement. "C'mon Ian. You're not as bad as all that!" Tina said as

she helped him to his feet. "You OK now?"



Ian managed a smile. He ached a bit, and continued to feel a bit

nervous in his Aunt's presence, but the idea of seeing Juliette again

made him feel good. "I'm OK Aunty. I just felt a bit pathetic, and

I've still got those vibrators stuck up my ass!" Tina kissed him

warmly on the lips. "You were a real trooper kid. I'll help you get

them out, and I've even done something for you as a reward for putting

up with them. And don't fret over the idea of those gay guys. Bobbi's

going to put them off for today at least."



Ian stretched himself, and started wondering what the evening's events

would be like. With Tina, Sophie, Juliette, Bobbi and Michaela, there

certainly wouldn't be any shortage of pussy, so maybe things were

looking up? He started pulling his clothes back on though gave up

trying to fasten his jeans, given the present state of his cock.



Tina had fetched her car-keys from the kitchen, and was combing her

hair. "Now kids, I want you both looking your best tonight. I'm

getting changed down here, then I'll go and pick up Juliette. I've

left clothes out for both of you in Ian's mom's bedroom, along some

little presents for you to enjoy whilst I'm gone!

Before I go do I have your promise that you'll both do, and only do,

what I tell you to?"



Sophie and Ian both readily agreed. "You've both got surprises in

store for you. I hope you're being honest with me?"



"We are Aunty. Honestly" said Ian. "I'd have let those men fuck me if

it was what you really wanted..."



"Me too Tina!" said Sophie. "Well, obviously I'd let the men fuck me,

but I'd also do anything else. "



"Good! Well, on you go, and I'll see you about an hour!"



         +----------------------------------------------+



When Tina left, Ian and Sophie went straight upstairs to Ian's parents

bed-room. The bright room was as Ian's mom and dad had left it, other

than two large parcels that lay on the bed. Both were wrapped in

paper, one a pale pink, and the other in matte-black.



Passing Sophie the pink one, Ian had his first chance to speak to her

privately since she had met Tina. "What do you make of her Sophie?"

"She's amazing!" replied the fifteen year old. "And I thought I was

kinky! I'll do anything she tells me to you know. Really..."



"Me too" said Ian. "And she's got those pictures of mine, so I haven't

really got a hell of a lot of choice. By the way, I love your story."



"Aww, thanks Ian babes! I'm glad you like it. Do you want me to tell

you some more while she's away? Tina would never know."



Ian thought about this, but wanted desperately to screw the brains out

of one of the girls, and this seemed the best opportunity he'd have.

"Can't I just fuck you Sophie?" he asked. "Not yet. Let's get changed,

then see how much time we've got. Are you going to give me some

privacy?"



Ian was slightly take aback by this show of modesty, but willing to

let her have things her own way. "OK - I'll go to my room." Carrying

his parcel with him, he approached his door, seeing a new note pasted

on it. "Your present's in your sister's bedroom. Love Tina xxx".



He walked into his bedroom and decided to open the parcel first.

Inside was an expensive Dinner suit, and a short braided leather

horse-whip. He read the tag that was attached to it.



        "For use on Juliette, (but practice first with Judy!)"



Juliette was the last person he wanted to beat, since he really had

loved her on that night of passion which had started the week off. But

his little seven year old sister had been such a bitch, he relished

the idea of getting his own back. He went to the bathroom, took a

quick shower, then donned the dinner suit, before returning to his

bedroom.



He pushed on the door that separated his room from little Judy's and

smiled when he looked inside.



The little 4' nothing seven year old blonde was stood on a stool that

in turn, had been placed on the mattress of her bed. She wore the

obscenely cute baby-doll nighty, that she used to such effect in

manipulating her daddy, with a little pair of white ankle-socks. She

looked terrified, something Ian begin to understand when he saw that

her hair had been plaited into a short pony-tail, that in turn, was

tied to a length of rope. Following the rope up, he saw that it was

tied around a hook in the ceiling ; her wobbling off the unstable

stool would leave the poor little girl suspended by her hair alone.

To one side of the bed, a gas burner had been placed, above which was

a pan that contained some unknown steaming contents. He looked into

it, then saw a discretely placed note explaining its purpose.



"Let me down Ian or I'll tell daddy! Quick - I might fall and hurt

myself!" she pleaded.



"You should have thought about that the other day, when you were

hurting me. Dad's going to disown me anyway, the police will probably

want to lock me up, so I've got nothing to lose!" replied Ian, with an

evil smile. With that he walked up to the bed, raised his whip, and

brought it with all his strength against the back of the poor girls

knees.



They buckled under the strike, and in a strange kind of slow motion

the stool fell away. Immediately little Judy started screaming in

agony, swinging backwards and forth by her hair. As she swung towards

him, he raised the whip again, and struck it hard across her exposed

belly, propelling her back towards the wall. Tears flowed from her

eyes as he allowed her body to come to a rest, she frantically trying

to hold on to the rope above her to remove some of the weight.



"Argggggg! Nooooo Ian! Please stop. I'll never be nasty to you again"

she wept, but he just smiled at her evident pain. "Let me down Ian...

Please Ian...I need the toilet"



"Wonderful!" said Ian. "You can piss in your little panties. I'd like

to see that!"



"No - Ian... Please, I hurt ... It's not that kind of toilet". The

little girl's face was contorted with pain as she spoke to her big

brother.



"Do your toilet in your panties now, and I'll let you down" he said,

enjoying the horror it evoked in the small child. She shut her eyes in

humiliation, and relaxed, and Ian saw the white lace baby-doll panties

darken as her urine soaked into them. While it begin to run down the

inside of her leg, her face showed a strain, as she tried to stop

herself from shitting into her tight panties. "I want to see you make

a mess of yourself you little slut" said Ian, reaching out to twist

her suspended body so that her backside was pointing towards him.



It was obvious that she was fighting to keep her little girlish anus

closed, so once more raising the whip, he brought it hard down against

the small of her back. It immediately shredded the baby-doll nighty,

leaving a purple bruise on the exposed skin, and he heard her scream

then gasp as she let go of her bowels.



The panties that had been tightly pulled into the cleft of her shapely

little buttocks, began to fill out with a horrible brown mess of soft

excrement. "Fuck Judy - That is the most disgusting thing I've ever

seen!" exclaimed Ian. He reached for a wooden spoon that sat on the

table, and leaning forwards, scooped up some of the wet urine and shit

as it dribbled down her inner thigh. Putting it back down for a

moment, he twisted her face back towards him. "You disgusting little

shit-doll Judy! I'm not letting you down for that!"



"Oh - please Ian - please let me down." she cried, her body in such

pain, and her in such humiliation that screaming was now beyond her.



"Only if you swallow what's on the spoon first, and then do everything

I tell you to! And if you don't I'll hang you up again, but next time

it will be by your tongue!"



"y-y-yes Ian - I p-p-promise I will. Promise to god. " Picking up the

spoon, Ian walked up to the bed, and raised it to her pouting little-

girl lips. She opened them as he twisted the spoon and allowed the

runny contents to slip between her teeth. As the foul smelling

excrement ran back to her throat, she retched, and threw up the mess,

and the contents of her stomach. Some landed on the pretty lace pillow

that was placed on her bed, while more splattered against her baby-

doll pyjama top. The sick was a yellow colour, watery but with lumps

of brown, and as it dripped down the 7 year old's body, Ian begin to

feel that some justice had been done!



Her little round face had streams of yellow sick and bits of soft shit

running from her lips down to her chin, and her baby-doll nighty was

spoiled for ever. "P-p-please Ian. L-l-et me down now?" she asked, her

voice husky and pained from the retching, her eyes moist and reddened

from her crying. "I suppose I promised..." smiled Ian, picking up a

small pair of nail-scissors.



He stood up beside his little sister, holding his nose shut to keep

out the foul stench that came from her little body. He opened the

little scissors against the base of her blonde pig-tail, and closed

their blades together, but pulled them away after only a half of her

blonde hairs were severed.



"NOOOO!" she, as her weight was suspended against a much smaller part

of her scalp, the pain even more intense. He raised the scissors

again, but rather than cutting through the suspended hairs, he started

to remove the little blonde bangs that covered her forehead. "You're

going to be all bald when I've finished!" Ian told her. Soon her whole

scalp was cropped of its once pretty blonde tresses, but for the patch

of hairs that kept her up. He grabbed one of her cotton-socked little

feet, and lifted her body until she was almost horizontal, then let

go, enjoying her screams as she swung around above her bed, and

sitting down.



The skin of her scalp was stretched and reddened, and for another few

minutes he just enjoyed the sight. Checking his watch, Ian saw that

twenty minutes had passed, so he decided to bring this part of his

little sister's punishment to a close. Once again he stood, and

started cutting through the hairs, removing another half. When he

swung her up and pushed her, her scream of unbelievable pain brought a

stiffness to his cock but he grabbed her swinging foot and held her

still. "A few more should do it slutty little sis!" Another cut, and a

huge push and swing met with success.



As she swung through the half circle, a tearing sound preceded her

flying across the room and hitting the wall, before landing hard on

the floor. Her once pretty crown, was replaced with a dark red area of

ripped skin, her remaining hair having been scalped, hanging uselessly

at the end of the rope.



When Ian went to pick her up, she was no longer screaming, but had

shut her eyes and curled her body into a fetal position. Ian took her

arm and lifted her, making sure he kept her soiled body at arm's

length! "Let's get you cleaned up Jude, you look like shit!"



         +----------------------------------------------+



While Ian was wreaking his revenge on his little sister, Sophie had

taken a bath, tied up her hair in a big pink ribbon, and finished her

make-up with some pale pink lipstick. Placing the parcel from Tina on

Ian's mom's dressing table she admired herself in the mirror. Pouting

at herself, then running the tip of her tongue around her lips, she

worked at looking as suggestive as she could. Curling up her nose, she

spoke in a little girl voice to herself, touching her face and seeing

how cute she could make herself look. "Please will you fuck me?" she

tried, her head slightly bowed and her fingers at her lips, looking

like a naughty school-girl. Then "Rape my ass. Make me beg for it" in

a huskier voice, a hand squeezing at a breast.



After trying a series of poses she observed "You look pretty sexy, you

little bimbo!", feeling pleased with her appearance. To reward

herself, she opened the parcel to discover what Tina wished her to

wear.

Inside the wrapping paper were two large cartons, a paper bag, a video

tape onto which was stuck an envelope, and three large dildos. The

dildos were all phallic in shape, but larger than any cock she had

experienced in her fifteen years. Made of pink rubber, they had the

ridges of a penis, but were at least 10" long, 2-3 inches thick, and

each was connected to a single box with electric cable and thin

plastic tubing. Though she was feeling wet and randy, and liked the

idea of a hard dildo inside her pussy, she first chose to open the

envelope, so as to read the letter it contained.



     "Dear Sophie,



     Sit down kid, what I tell you might come as something of a

     surprise!



     When I went through Ian's collection of naughty pictures, I must

     admit to feeling some surprise when I saw the photograph you had

     given to Ian. I read the note you'd written on its back.



          "Ian - a picture of me and my little sister, Melissa. Thanks

          for last night darling, love Soph. xxx"



     Don't get me wrong. I thought it was a lovely way of showing your

     affection! The surprise was that I knew your faces from somewhere

     though at first I couldn't remember how.



     I called my girl-friend, Bobbi, described you both, and we

     thought we had it worked out. Meeting you must have confirmed our

     ideas or I wouldn't have given you this! Anyway, the video will

     explain the rest...



     Before you look at it, please will you wear the dildos? I guess

     you're on your own, so you might find it surprising that I'd ask

     this when there's no-one to watch. But that's real obedience

     Sophie, and knowing you, you might even enjoy it!. Put some

     lubricant on all three, if it makes it easier, then put one in

     your mouth, one in your pussy, and the third in your ass. Learn

     how to put them in quickly because after a few minutes I want you

     to pause the vcr, and rotate the dildo's round - the one in your

     ass goes to your mouth, the mouth cock to your pussy, and the

     pussy one to your ass...



     Imagine that I'm watching you, so put on a show. You'll see a

     little box attached to the dildos. There's four buttons on it,

     try pressing them before you start, and you can see what they do!



     There's a TV and Video in the corner, and you'll notice a remote

     control on top. Enjoy!



     Your mistress,

     Tina"



Sophie walked over to the video recorder, inserted the cassette, and

picked up the control. For a moment she contemplated ignoring Tina's

letter - she'd never know after all - but enjoyed the feeling of

subservience that Ian's aunty placed upon her, so decided to follow

the letter's orders.



Returning to the bed, she turned her attentions to the three connected

dildos. Laying them side by side she picked up the little control box,

and examined it. The box, about the size of a hard-back novel, had a

connector marked "charging" so presumably contained some kind of

battery. On it's side a circular fan or pump device was visible

beneath a one inch square metal grill that was marked "Keep clear of

obstruction". Two small transparent plastic lengths of tubing extruded

an inch or so from the units top, and were sealed via small rubber

plugs, and had been captioned "Liquid - Button 3" and "liquid - Button

4".

Below a power switch were positioned the four small push buttons, each

marked with a label.



The first button said simply "Vibro" and tentatively she depressed it

with her fore-finger. Immediately, all three dildo's started vibrating

furiously, bouncing up and down on the bed. Sophie didn't really

understand mechanical or electrical things but when she found it

difficult to even hold one still, her whole arm shaking from side to

side, she knew these were special!



The second button showed the label "Inflation". When pressed, the

three dildo's immediately expanded with the sound of a rush of air

coming from the control boxes grill. In a few seconds, their length

increased by about 3 inches, while their girth increased by at least

an inch! As well as growing, their previous flexibility was removed as

the straightened and became as hard as iron. When the button was

released they returned to their previous size. Another click made them

shrink to smaller than their original size, the length remaining the

same whilst the girth was halved. She played with the button seeing

how alternate clicks always made them grow or shrink, for as long as

the button was depressed.



A quick click on the third button labelled "Cum!" gave her a shock, as

jolts of sperm-like liquid jetted from small slits that pierced the

dildo's tips. Placing her finger into one of the little pools that now

lay on the bed-covers, she raised it to her tongue and tasted. "OW!"

she yelled, immediately spiting it out, and quickly wiping her finger

clean as it too begin to sting - Whatever the liquid was, it wasn't

human sperm, since it made her mouth feel like it was on fire. She

stuck out her tongue and checked it in the mirror, but it looked ok -

The liquid was obviously intended to hurt and sting but not to do any

permanent damage.



She was about to press the fourth button, when she saw that it carried

a small logo reading "Cum 2 (DANGER!)". She was half tempted to try

it, but worried that it might cause the ejection of some more potent

mixture, she chose to leave it alone for the moment.



"Oh well, it's now or never.." she said to herself, loosening the belt

of the short white towel bath robe that she wore. She looked down at

her pussy, a little bush of thin blonde down covering her labia, and

decided it looked sweet. When she allowed her middle finger to press

against her teen-age clitoris she felt the warmth of arousal spread

through her pussy, and reached for the first dildo. Moving the tip of

her middle finger into her vagina, she found her self wet and sticky,

and used this to lubricate the lips, before pressing the large rubber

head between them.



Despite pushing as hard as she could, it didn't want to enter, even

though her efforts increased the juices that were now seeping towards

her anus. It was as thick as a can of coca-cola, so it wasn't really

so surprising. She reached for the lubricating jelly that Tina had

thoughtfully provided and smeared it over the head and the ridge that

were slightly thicker than the remainder of the dildo.



She pulled her legs as wide apart as she knew, so they were almost

perpendicular to her cute young body, and tried again. Her best

efforts still proved unsuccessful, and soon her pussy begin to feel

sore from her attempts to make it stretch.



"Shit!" she said to herself, trying to think of a way to insert the

device. Then, as her eyes passed over the control box, she remembered

the second buttons effect of sucking air from the plastic cocks, and

hit the button. All three simultaneously shrunk before her eyes,

remaining 10" long, but now being only slightly thicker than the

average man's erect penis. She worried about what would happen if she

let go of the button, but decided that if she was careful, it would be

ok. She was feeling so horny now, the risk didn't seem too high.

While being very careful to keep the button depressed, she eased the

head of the first dildo into her sweet young pussy, finding it easy to

push in 6 or 7 inches. "Hmm... Tina would want it all inside of me"

she thought, and pushed harder. A slightly uncomfortable sensation hit

her when the dildo's head touched the cervix, but she just pushed

harder, feeling the head press through the small gap. When the cock's

ridged head was almost past, she gasped as it was sucked in deeper by

some strange reaction of the muscles inside her young body, until,

causing sensations she'd never felt before, it came to rest inside her

uterus.



Her insides felt stretched by the intruding object, and she begin to

have second thoughts about what she was doing. She pulled at the inch

of plastic that extruded from her pussy-lips but it didn't want to

come out. Her cervix was now squeezing the plastic below the cock-

head's ridge, partly because of her state of excitement.  She was

nervous about whether it's vibrations would hurt her, not knowing much

about anatomy, but since it seemed to be stuck she decided that having

gone this far she may as well continue. After all, once she'd cum it

would probably be much easier to relax and withdraw the dildo.



From the problems she'd had getting a dildo into her pussy, she knew

that her ass would prove even more difficult. Lying on her back, she

raised her knees so that they made contact with her pert young

breasts, and dipped the fingers of her free hand into the lubricant.

When they were dripping with the white coloured jelly, she gently

rubbed them against her anus, feeling it contract to the touch.

"Relax" she told herself, making the little pink hole's muscles

release. With relative ease, she now pushed a finger into her ass,

then a second, and then a third, smearing the jelly against the

insides of her rectum.



She felt so sordid as she did this, and suddenly imagined she was

being watched. Her muscles tightened with the idea, squeezing against

the dildo within her pussy, and the fingers in her ass. "Ooooh" she

sighed in pleasure, but willing her concentration back to the matter

in hand, slowly pulled her fingers out. She massaged the slightly soft

second dildo's tip, then brought it to her behind. With a murmur she

thought "I can't do this slowly or I'll be here all night", and pushed

hard on the dildo's base. It's head comfortably squeezed into her

little anus, so that only the ridge (and its length!) remained

outside.



Digging its base into the bed cover, whilst being sure to keep the

rounded head partly inside her ass-hole she jerked her back upwards so

as to leave her crouched over the second dildo, her weight supported

by her ankles, and the dildo pointing upwards.  "Hum... On the count

of three Sophie, you can do it you little slut!" she said. "One..."

She gritted her teeth. With "Two..." she tightly closed her eyes.

"THREE!"



Releasing her ankles, she allowed her whole weight to press down on

the pink plastic, and impaled her self on the 10" of make-believe

flesh. A sharp pain accompanied a ripping sound as the dildo filled

her virgin rectum, slightly tearing at the tender flesh. As her

buttocks hit the bed-covers she felt an enormously erotic sensation of

agony and ecstasy as her midriff was filled and stretched with

plastic. An initial orgasm shot from her groin, and she released a

guttural sigh. As she returned to the position of lying on her back,

her knees held up, she noticed that a few droplets of blood had

stained the bed, but was beyond caring, the pleasures overcoming any

pain.



She was ready to start the video, when she remembered the third dildo,

that was intended for her mouth. It seemed strange, but she felt like

such a wanton little slut, anything was ok. Could she get it into her

throat? she wondered, remembering a blue-movie that Ian had once show

her.

She pushed the plastic tool between her full pink lips, feeling its

coldness with her tongue. It moved against the roof of her mouth, then

as 4" penetrated from her perfect white teeth, she felt her throat gag

slightly from expectation. The dildo curved within her mouth, and

again, she used a count of three before the final push.



As the head entered her throat, she reddened in the face, suddenly

remembering to breath through her nose. Her neck felt awfully

stretched, but she knew she must stay relaxed or she would choke and

maybe suffocate.



Her three holes plugged, she picked up the video control, and hit the

play button, edging herself back, so that she could lay her head onto

a pillow. All the time she was careful to keep her finger firmly

pressed on the button that kept the three dildo's 'slim'.



With a crackle of sound from the TV the video begin to play, and the

screen turned from a white speckle of interference to a deep blue

solid colour.



From the base of the screen large pink credits begin to roll upwards:



                     PIRATE PRODUCTIONS PRESENTS



                       "NAUGHTY NYMPHET PART 1"



                              Starring:



                       The Father : Randy Rape



                     The Mother: Wendy Whip-lash



                 The Daughter : "Slutty" Sophie Ford





Whilst credits for camera, sound, editing and so-forth rolled up,

Sophie looked on in astonishment. Randy was her father's first name,

Wendy being her mothers, which seemed a coincidence. But Sophie Ford?

That was their surname! "What the fuck is this..." she thought to

herself, unable to speak because of the long dildo that filled her

mouth and throat. As the credits finished and the screen showed a shot

of her own house, late in the evening.



The sound of her mother's sexy-sounding female voice came from the

TV's speaker.



     "Hi! This is our house, which I share with my husband, Randy, and

     our two little daughters, Sophie aged 13 and Melissa aged 5.

     Shall we have a look at the little darlings?"



As the picture changed to that of the home's entrance hall, Tina's

voice came from the TV! "Hi Sophie! Hope you're enjoying yourself! I

dubbed my voice onto bits of the tape, in case you forgot what to do.

Turn on the dildo's will you?"



The crackling original sound returned. As she lay on the bed, legs

splayed apart, with the dildo's coming from her mouth, anus, and

vagina, Sophie tentatively pressed on the first control-box button.



Immediately the three dildo's started shaking wildly. Her whole head

was vigourously shaken, her hair flying as if she was standing in a

strong wind, whilst breathing was almost impossible as her throat was

bashed about.  Her groin shook up and down, left and right, as the two

dildo's shook her insides. She could feel a searing pain from her

womb, but the level of sexual stimulation that the dildo's provided

was so immense that it was easily ignored. With difficulty she kept

her watering eyes on the screen, once again hearing her mom's voice.



Her mother was now in the picture's frame, dressed in a strange black

cat-suit. It looked slightly like a bikers jacket and pants, except

was made of tightly fitting shiny black rubber or pvc. The camera

followed her to a door.



     "This our older virgin daughter's room, Sophie." she said,

     pushing it open.



Sophie saw herself from two or three years before, fast asleep in the

bed. She thought she looked pretty on film, her blonde hair nicely

splayed across the pillow, her eyes innocently shut. From a utility

belt that hung loosely from the hips, her mother took what looked like

a small fire-extinguisher, but with a pipe and mask dangling from it.



     "Anaesthetic... to help her sleep" said her Mom, as she ever-so-

     gently lowered the mask to Sophie's face.



She saw herself mumble, turning her head slightly, as her mom turned

on the gas for a few seconds, then removed the mask, and pulled back

the bed-covers.



The camera panned down her naked teenage body, pausing at her little

pert breasts, at that time, each no larger than half a small orange,

then down further still, to pause at her fuzz covered pussy. The slit

of her vagina was visible beneath the thin blonde down of her pubic

hair, and did look quite sexy.



Her mothers hand appeared in the close-up of her crack, the pussy now

filling the whole screen.



     "Shall we look inside?" she asked the camera, as she pushed a

     finger from each hand beneath the folds of Sophie's labia.



The mother stretched the pussy-lips wide apart, and the camera

focussed in on the clitoris, then showed the pink inner membranes of

Sophie's vagina. Sophie watched as her mother's tongue lowered itself

to the spread lips, and started lapping at the clit, then pushing into

her cunt.



     "Mmm... Delicious!" her mom said, her head now looking at the

     camera as it lay on Sophie's stomach. "Look how wet my little

     slut-daughter is! I wish you were here to fuck her silly, but

     since you're not lets let her daddy have a go! Randy - Do you

     want to play with her?"



The camera panned back, and Sophie watched as her father entered the

room. Whilst the vibrators kept her at a state of orgasm, she felt

mind-fucked - her own mom and dad, the people who had brought her into

the world, were parading her like a tart to anyone who watched the

film. She felt herself sobbing with the feeling of being so worthless.



She saw that her dad had placed himself between her thighs and

appeared to be screwing her unconscious body. However, as the camera

moved round, she saw that he was screwing her mothers mouth, while she

in turn had put four of her fingers into Sophie's cunt. "I'm cumming!"

he said, and moved his cock out of mom's mouth and into Sophie's

sopping wet pussy. He slammed in and out, while the unconscious body

of his daughter remained still and unresponsive, then with a cry,

reached his orgasm, filling her with his sperm.



Sophie's mother moved to her sleeping daughter's head, and lifted it,

so that its back rested against her breasts. Wrapping her arms around

the comatose body, she lifted Sophie until she was standing. Her

father took an empty glass from the bedside cabinet and placed it

between his young daughter's legs. He pulled her labia slightly apart,

and a thin trickle of blood and semen leaked from her pussy, and into

the cup. As the trickle stopped, the two parents replaced her in bed,

wiping her pussy clean first, then pulled the covers up, so that she

would know nothing of these events in the morning.



The picture faded to black, and a title came up, saying

                       "The Following Morning".



Sophie watched as her Mom stood by the breakfast table, filling a bowl

at Sophie's place with Cornflakes. After pouring in some milk, she

opened the door of the fridge, removing the cum-filled glass from the

previous night. She emptied it over the cornflakes, the congealed

lumps of cum looking like cream, but then frowned as she noticed the

little lumps of dried blood that had also been deposited. Then,

smiling again, she returned to the fridge taking a strawberry, crushed

it slightly between her fingers, then placed it into the bowl.



The camera turned to the kitchen's entrance, and Sophie saw herself

walking into the room, smiling at the camera. She was dressed in a

pair of pj tops and looked fresh-faced and lovely, oblivious to the

previous night. "Hi Dad! Playing with the video camera?" she heard

herself say, as she sat down in her place for breakfast. "Gee - Thanks

Mom! I love strawberries!" she said, and the camera zoomed in on her

lips, as she slowly emptied the bowl.



Sophie heard Tina's voice once again come from the TV.



     "Sophie, did you enjoy that? I bet you feel so sorry for

     yourself. Does no-one love you? It doesn't seem that your Mom and

     Dad do, does it?



     Before you press the other buttons will you swap round the

     dildo's for me? Press pause first, because there's a final bit of

     video to see!"



Sophie felt like a cheap-slave, she'd always loved her Mom and Dad so

much, and this was all they thought she was worth. Her sad eyes were

glazed as she roughly extracted the dildos from her mouth and pussy,

and placed them on the bed. With more difficulty, she pulled out the

plastic cock that impaled her ass, then mechanically lifted it to her

face. She was oblivious to the brown lumps of shit that stuck to the

lubricant, as she mechanically lifted it to her open pale pink lips.

It's vibrations made it impossible to hold at the 'O' of her lips, so

she jabbed it towards her mouth, hoping that sooner or later it would

land between them. Failed attempts resulted in the dildo sliding

across her cheeks, leaving a trail of sticky lubricant, blood, and

excrement on her pretty face, but still she tried.



When she finally met with success, she felt a sharp pain in her mouth,

and realised that the hard dildo had cracked off her two front teeth

as it had been thrust in. The pain was bad enough, but she would once

have felt sadness at the loss, her perfect white teeth being one of

her best assets. But now, she felt no great remorse. Her mind had been

soiled from what she had already seen, and the additional spoiling of

her looks seemed minor by comparison.



After repeating the process she had used earlier to insert the cocks

into her pussy and anus, Sophie lay back, and again pressed 'play'.

She saw her mother once again on screen, this time in her bedroom. The

camera panned into a corner where a child's toy pram was placed.

Inside was Sophie's favourite doll, a little plastic baby she'd had

since she was an infant, and still loved.



Sophie wondered what was to follow as her mother spoke. She knew they

hadn't damaged her doll, since she'd looked at it that morning.



     "Sophie's always loved babies! I remember when I had Melissa, she

     loved to spend time with her, changing her nappies or pushing her

     pram in the park. I think she's set her heart on having one of

     her own as soon as she's old enough to get married!"



This, at least, made Sophie feel good. It was true - She'd even

wondered if Ian would give her a baby, but he was careful, and always

insisted on using a contraceptive when they screwed. The pleasant

thought made her again conscious of the dildo in her pussy, and the

erotic sensations that were filling her body. As the camera lingered

on the little plastic doll, Sophie remembered the voice of Tina asking

her to press one of the buttons. Knowing that she'd somehow committed

herself now, she pressed pause, and readied herself for a spurt of the

'cum' within the cocks.



She'd been resolute in keeping the second button pressed, and stayed

careful as she manoeuvred a finger across the third. She shut her

eyes, and imagined Ian in bed with her, his face against hers as he

fucked her deep. She imagined that his cum would fertilise her, to

give them a child, and as an orgasm spread within her thighs, she

pressed hard down on the button.



Her scream, propelled the dildo from her mouth into the air, only her

firm grasp of the control box, preventing the others from being pulled

with it. An agonising pain filled her bowels and womb, as they were

seared by the stinging cum-substitute, but the orgasm continued. As it

subsided she was desperate to complete her task, so as to put some

soothing cream into her orifices, and remove the agony, so she

returned to the tape.



She watched the screen transition to that of the cellar, seeing in its

centre a long table, blue sheeted with various medical items on

trolleys by its side. A very pretty blonde girl, dressed in an

abbreviated white nurses costume stood next to a raven haired teenage

student-nurse, who wore nothing but a tiny candy-stripe dress. They

were holding hands and smiling as her father walked into the frame,

carrying her sleeping self in his arms. She heard her mother's voice

over the girls giggling.



     "The problem with babies is that Sophie might end up with one

     from her father, and that would be embarassing for us. So we've

     paid these two little darlings to help us!"



Her father laid her body onto the table, and Sophie watched as an

intravenous tube was fitted to her arm.



     "Now girls, this has to be good - that's what you're being paid

     for remember. She must never know!" said her father.



Sophie watched on in terror, as she saw one of the girls raise the

short hospital tunic that covered her midriff.



     "Can't I cut off her clitoris and nipples as well? We'll do it

     for free!" she said flirting with her father.



     "No" replied her dad sternly. "Maybe another time, but she'd

     notice so we must be careful not to do anything obvious!"



The student passed a scalpel to the nurse, and smiled as it was

lowered to just above the sleeping girls pussy. Sophie felt faint as

she saw two small cuts being made into her on-screen abdomen,

instinctively looking down at her body. For the first time, she

noticed similarly placed scars, very faint but non-the-less real, in

her dildo filled groin.



She saw the nurse lift out a pink tube from each cut, and make a small

nick in each, before replacing them. With a syringe she injected a

liquid into the extreme end of each cut, saying "just to be sure!"

then used some kind of lazer stitching technique to re-close the skin.

The camera zoomed onto Sophie's pelvis and only the faintest cut could

be seen in the flesh.



     "She'll never know it's done!" said the older nurse, while the

     cute student looked at her in adoration. "Her fallopian tubes

     will heal closed within her, and I've injected something nasty

     into her ovaries that will render them useless within a few

     weeks!

     She's completely sterile now, quite incapable of ever bearing

     children even after surgery! Not a real girl any more really! Are

     you sure you don't want me to slice off her little clit..."



As Sophie watched the two girls and her mom and dad take to the floor,

in an orgy of touching, fucking, and sucking, she felt like her reason

to be had been taken from her. As the emotion filled her with sadness

she released her hold on the control box, not realising until too

late.



As air rushed into the two pink plastic tools in her ass and pussy,

she felt herself being stretched, until each was 3" thick. She

screamed in pain, grabbing for the control box, and trying to hit the

button to make them contract. Accidentally, she touched the fourth

button, and watched the dildo that had been in her mouth shudder on

the bed.



From it's tip came a gush of acid-steam that simultaneously filled her

uterus and bowels, causing the most severe internal burns. Some of the

spare dildo's steam hit her thigh, and she watched in her hysteria as

the small 1" circle of her skin melted, bubbling as it dripped down

her leg, leaving a deep hole in her leg. She was folded up, clutching

at her stomach as the same fate met her insides, and she jammed once

more at the box.



A flash of memory came to her the instant that she pressed the correct

button. "They'll grow bigger" she thought, a single piece of sane

reason interrupting the madness that filled her mind. A disgusting

ripping sensation came from her rectum and vagina as the dildo's

breadth increased to 5 inches, yet the pain was perhaps like that felt

by shark-attack victims, so severe that the mind completely blocks it

out.



From somewhere she found the energy to press the button again, and as

the dildo's contracted, she threw the box away from her, this time it

tugging the dildos with it. She looked down at herself, and saw a

large pool of blood gathering on the bed, between her legs.



She lay back her head, gaining some cold comfort that after the

discoveries she had made from the film, death might be preferable to

facing her parents. When she heard her Mother's voice "Sophie?" she

looked to the TV, expecting another of Tina's over-dubbed games, but

saw only a blank screenfull of noise. "Sophie?" It came again, and she

turned her head. At the door stood her Mom, accompanied by the two

nurses she had just seen on TV. They approached her, carrying

bandaging and medicine while her mother reached up to the room's

wardrobe to bring down a video-camera, it's small green light

indicating that it had recorded everything.



"You were a star Sophie! Don't worry kid, these girls are going to

make you better! After all, I wouldn't want to lose my best actress

would I?" As the girls hands reached for her body, she drifted into

the pleasant release of unconsciousness.



         +----------------------------------------------+



As Ian reached the door to the bathroom, his little sister fell beside

him, her almost hairless scalp dripping a small quantity of blood onto

the carpet. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to have feinted from

the extended pain and humiliation that came from her whipped,

bleeding, shit-covered little body.



Carefully he picked her up and carried her in, first putting her down

onto the rug that sat beside the tub. Turning the two taps he started

the shower, tested the heat, then lay her beneath the spray. As the

water washed her little torn baby-doll nighty, and cleaned the blood

and shit from her face and body, she begin to vaguely resemble the

cute little girl that her daddy loved so much. Where the water was

insufficient, Ian gently dabbed a cloth against her skin, and over her

head, to help it clean.



He reached for the hot tap, and turned it down, so that her body was

covered with cold water, and with a few spasms, he saw life returning,

and her eyes open.



She must have been uncertain whether her memories were real, as she

moved a hand to her head, feeling for her pretty locks of blonde hair.

When all she discovered was skin, she looked at him and emitted a

tortured scream. "Why Ian? My hair's all gone!" she cried. "Daddy!

Tina!" she yelled, somehow feeling that despite being the initial

cause of her suffering Tina might be safer than her big brother.



"Shut up! you bitch! They're not here, either of them!" said Ian.

"Owww Ian... I'll tell Daddy ... You'll go to prison for this" she

sobbed.



Ian was furious. "I warned you before Judy. It's all your fault that

this had to be done to you!" He picked her up, and carried her shaking

body back to the bedroom. Dropping her face-down onto the bed, he

stepped on her back, making her scream, and reached for the rope that

still hung from the roof. Taking its end, he made a loop, and tied it

with a slip knot. Stepping off her he retrieved the stool and replaced

it by her side, in its original position. He then picked her up, stood

her on the stool, and placed the noose around her pretty little neck.



Pulling the belt from his waist, he took her two arms behind her back,

and wrapped the leather around them, so that they couldn't be moved.

He looked at her lithe little body, dressed in the tight, damp night-

dress, and for a moment contemplated having sex with his sister.

"Shall I fuck you Judy?" he asked, taking out his long hard cock, and

masturbating it slowly in front of the seven year old.



"Yes Ian... yes, Please Ian? Let me down and fuck my little body?" the

little tart pleaded, willing to do anything that might mean escape

from strangulation. "What if I wanted to push my cock into your bottom

Jude? Or to fuck your mouth?"



"I'd love you for it Ian..." said the little girl, only having a vague

idea of the acts he was describing. "Well I'm not going to, because

you're ugly and I only fuck pretty girls!" Ian laughed at her, as she

tried to charm him with her pouts, but without any hair it just didn't

work!



"The good news is that this is your last punishment Judy. If you're

good, and take this obediently, I'll try not to push you off the

stool! Once I'm finished, I suppose we'll be almost even, though in

future you'll be my sex-slave obviously....



I once read about this in a book about chicago gangsters! It was

something they did to squeelers - that's people who informed the

police about them Jude - Your running to dad all the time seemed kinda

similar don't you think? Just remember, you can cry but no screaming!"



Ian walked over to the large metal pan that had been heating up since

he'd first entered the room. "It's pitch Judy, you know, tar like they

put onto the roads." Ian picked it up and without giving his sister

time to complain, raised it above her head, and slowly started to pour

the thick burning liquid onto her head. Somehow she managed to keep

standing, but released a scream, so loud that it made Ian's ears hurt.

Like soft treacle the molten black mixture ran down the front of her

face, the back of her head, and down onto her torso. He couldn't tell

if her skin was being burnt underneath, though it certainly wouldn't

do it any good!



He raised the whip, that had been tucked into his belt, and brought it

down hard onto the neck of the baby-doll nighty. The thin cotton

split, allowing the burning tar to cover her flat little breasts and

smooth tummy. Four hard lashes to the front of her panties not only

left her cute labia bleeding, but allowed the seeping tar further skin

to stick to. After thirty seconds of allowing the tar to harden

slightly, Ian moved to the bed's head, and picked up the pillow,

slicing it from end to end with a knife. He stood on the bed,

balancing his weight so as not to upset the stool, and lifted the

pillow above her head, before turning it over.



Thousands of feathers dropped from the split, landing on her tar-

covered body. Many of them stuck, but her legs remained black with the

oily material, so Ian pulled off the noose from her neck, and kicked

at the stool. When she landed on the bed-spread, he put his arms in

the pillow case and rolled her back and forth, ensuring that not an

inch of skin was visible, other than her eyes, and the gap of her

lips.



Satisfied with his work, he looked down at his sister, who was now

impossible to identify, though visibly alive from her pained writhing

on the bed. There was something kinky about the sight, she looked like

an animal but in a human shape, and his cock throbbed in erection.



He picked up the feather-covered little girl, and carried her to his

bedroom. Pulling the sheets back on his bed, he carefully laid her in

it, then removed the dinner suit, until he was naked. When he lay on

top of her softly downed body, he pressed his cock against the crack

of her cunt. As he prepared himself to thrust his huge cock deep

inside of her tight girlish pussy he spoke. "See Judy? Now we're even

we'll always be the very best of friends...."



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