0 comments/ 25292 views/ 3 favorites Intercepted by a Pygmy Ch. 01 By: Amigovio This story is true, but telling it makes me feel a little queasy. It's not disgusting or anything like that, but when I think of what I did, I feel both guilty and thrilled at the same time. My name's Peggy, but all my friends at college call me Pygmy I'm not on the campus now; I'm on summer vacation for another three weeks. Anyway, they call me Pygmy because it makes a good play on my name. And, I'm little. I'm nineteen now, but you'd never know it. I used to be super-embarrassed about my growth, or lack of it. My family doctor even sent me to an endocrinologist and to a genetic counselor. They told me that my body had failed to mature normally, that it was a genetic gift from some long-lost ancestor. Not that I'm ugly. My soft auburn hair curls in ringlets to between my shoulder blades, and my hazel eyes always get me compliments. My skin is a pale cream and is very youthful. Youthful. My whole body is youthful. I reached puberty at the delayed age of sixteen, but even then I failed to show it. I'm often mistaken for an adolescent girl. . It used to make me really mad, but I've come to accept it. I don't date, because most of the guys at school are freaked out by my childlike appearance. My voice never matured either, so I even *sound* like a preteen! I'll probably get carded at bars until I'm dead. My sex life is limited strictly to self-love. If masturbation really makes you go blind, than I'm super-screwed. I oughta be Ray Charles by now! I love running my fingers softly over my nipples. I don't have any boobies to speak of, but my little pink nubbies are so-o-o sensitive. I love to explore my hairless little slit, too. A boyfriend I had during my senior year of high school told me that it looked like his baby sister's pussy. The pervert had spied on her in the shower when she was ten. I slugged him, but he made up for his remarks by gently diddling my little-girl sex until I had my first mind-blowing orgasm with a real boy. Anyway, I'm getting away from my guilty story. I had been assigned a roomie for my first year in the all-girl freshman dormitory. Belinda was a head case, but she was beautiful. She had everything I lacked, a beautiful pair of tits, a very hairy pussy, round big butt and a deep, sexy voice. I often caught her masturbating with one of her many sex toys. Once I watched her stuff herself with an immense black rubber cock while she gave her dorky boyfriend head. Well, after two months of her freshman year, my roomie lost her mind. I wasn't there when the cops and ambulance guys took her away. Our R.A. (that's our Resident Advisor) asked me to help out the next day by packing Belinda's stuff into cardboard boxes. Snoop that I am, I made a show of reluctance while secretly being very eager to help. . I stashed all Belinda's clothes in one immense carton, carelessly mixing clean with dirty. I might have pilfered some of her sexy clothes and lingerie, but I would drown in anything Belinda could wear. Then I carefully packed the contents of her bookshelves and desk, stowing her laptop in its nylon bag. Then I found it. Belinda's stash of sex toys and a digital camera. The camera was identical to the model I had owned but had destroyed in my move to the dormitory. Without thinking, I quickly took off my clothes and set the camera to countdown, firing the shutter and flash, capturing me in a sexy pose, my crossed arms over my chest, my butt in three-quarter profile to the lens. I giggled when I looked at the photo, then decided to take a few more. I didn't want to put any of Belinda's pre-owned dildos or vibrators into me, but I saw nothing wrong with using them as props for a nasty little self-photo shoot. Soon I had filled the memory card with hot poses. I reviewed the pictures, and deleted a few. I kept most of them. In one photo I was on my hands and knees with my backside to the camera. I posed with a big black dildo at the entrance to my pussy and a pink bumpy thing resting on my puckered little asshole. I smiled wickedly at the camera as the flash went off, staring wantonly into the lens. I started to think about my appearance. If the wrong person found this, he might think it's kiddie porn. I laughed as I rose from the bed, quickly removing my makeup and pulling my hair into twin pigtails. I looked at myself in the mirror. Now I really looked eleven. I smiled into the camera which I had focused for a nipple to top of head closeup and pretended to lick the tip of a very lifelike rubber dick. It got me hot. I connected the camera to my laptop and dumped its contents onto my hard drive. I was very worked up and had spread myself open on my bed, stroking my sex. I took a few more snaps of myself as I jerked off, then stowed the camera in my bag, replacing Belinda's camera with my own broken unit. Honest mistake, right? But that's not what I'm feeling guilty about. As I made the switch, my phone buzzed. The desk had just accepted a package addressed to Belinda from UPS, and would I come get it and pack it with her stuff? Certainly. I took the box into our room and hefted it, shaking it to determine its contents. I believed I knew what it was, but when I finally got the nerve up to open and peek, I could not have been more surprised. The box contained a butt plug. It was really huge, and I wondered how Belinda was planning on fitting this thing into her tiny butt hole. Then I noticed the battery pack and the squeeze bulb. With a start, I realized that it was an inflatable, vibrating plug! I knew that I would have to pilfer it. Maybe I'd never use it on me, but I'd maybe keep it for the lover I knew I'd someday have. Makes sense, right? I found a common rubber buttplug from Belinda's collection substituted it for her new toy in its box, carefully resealing the tape before placing the box among Belinda's other toys. The girl was so messed up that I knew she wouldn't even remember having ordered the monstrous ass-raper. I sealed the last of the boxes, pilfering a little clit vibrator that was miraculously still untested, then carried the boxes to the storage room on our floor. The R.A. beamed her thanks at me and gave me a thumbs up. Attagirl. For the next three days I tried to concentrate on my classes, but the wicked ass-invader hidden in my panty drawer kept calling to me. I became very wet during class, as I imagined frigging my little pink clit, with the big plug inflated and vibrating in my bum. At one point, I nearly moaned aloud before catching myself, thus avoiding worrying Professor Ellerbaum's Intro to Literature class. I wanted to feel the monstrous thing inside my tiny backdoor. I couldn't keep my hands off it while I was in my room. I stroked it like a kitten, pressing it to my anus without inserting, kissing it, smelling its latex balloon, testing the intensity of the vibrator. Each time I played with the magic plug, I'd get so hot that I'd have to masturbate. Remember that my body is that of a little girl. Oh sure, my pussy gets juicy and my little pink button gets hard. I have real grownup orgasms and a period every month. Hey, I'm nineteen after all. But both my pleasure ports below are teeny-tiny. The largest thing I ever put into my pussy is my own finger. As far as my butthole goes, forget about it. Even so, the monstrous anal plug kept calling me. I have this friend from high school, Jerry. He's the typical geek. He's surrounded himself with lots of electronic toys and computer junk. I had a plan for him that I hoped would accomplish two goals. First, I hoped to use the big ass stretcher that I had intercepted on its way to my psycho roommate. Also, taking the self-portraits with the digital camera gave me a brilliant idea on how to make money to pay for the next three years of college. I know that some men are really into the Lolita fantasy. I read stories every month about guys getting nailed by the cops for kiddie porn and statutory rape. I quickly resolved to make some serious cash. My pygmy curse would quickly make me a lot of money, and it's legal, because I'm over eighteen. Jerry would provide the video camera and take the still photos that I would market on the Internet. I called him up and told him my plan. He enthusiastically agreed when I asked him to be the photographer and run the camcorder. I knew that he wanted to sleep with me, but Jerry has become a little brother to me, even though he's only a year younger. I think like me he's an over-eighteen virgin. We agreed to meet at Jerry's house to do the filming. He still lived with his Mom and a step-dad, who never seemed to be home. His basement space is huge, and it's furnished with a huge iron bed that's really old. Jerry expertly set the lighting, manipulating professional gear and making my skin glow with a warm pink and amber light. "What should we do first?" I asked. He grinned and shrugged. "Lay down on the bed in your panties but topless, okay?" I laid down on the big bed and smiled up at him. Jerry smiled back from behind the camera and took a shot, then moved my pigtail aside and zoomed in for a shot of my smiling face. I was amazed. Jerry wasn't getting all goofy or horny or anything. He was acting cool and professional. "Nice!" he exclaimed after reviewing the close up of my face. "Look!" He proudly turned the camera's display so I could see. "Pretty little Lolita," I giggled. Okay now Peggy, cross your arms over your boobies. And sorta half close your eyes, looking right into the lens." I did as he directed and gave him a smile. Okay now, eyes still looking at me, touch the tips of your index and middle finger just at the edge of both areolas." Snap. Jerry didn't stop to check the shots he'd already taken, and we began to get into a nice, sexy rhythm. "Okay now Peggy, just tickle your nipples with your fingertips. Relax, enjoy it. Move your head anyway you like..." I began to seductively stroke my nipples, as Jerry continued to snap photos. I felt myself beginning to get close to cumming when Jerry stopped me. "Damn. Card's full." He moved to his computer and connected the camera to it, transferring the contents of the memory card. He soon returned to the bed with his fancy digital video camera. "Why don't you play with yourself, get yourself off?" I quickly agreed, and I felt so naughty. I knew that Jerry was dying inside to watch me cum. My nipple teasing had gotten me very hot, and if Jerry's dumb memory card hadn't run out of space, I would have cum already. . I again put up my hair, this time in a bobbed ponytail tied with a purple ribbon. Jerry gasped. "Damn, Pygmy...I mean Peggy. You look like you're in fifth grade! I blew a friendly kis at him. "I have two cameras on you. One is fixed and will sort of look straight up your crotch. The other is a handi-cam. I'm also going to mic your mouth and crotch from off camera; that way the audience won't hear when I cum in my pants." He laughed, but I could see the desire and nervousness in his rapidly shifting gaze. I stretched out on the bed, never making eye contact with the fixed camera. Jerry had fired up the handi-cam, and I could almost feel the focus of the smaller lens on my face. I smiled, licked my lips and began to play again with my hard little pink nipples. It felt so good! I gasped aloud and whimpered, "Yes....yes...oh baby.... Oh daddy!" as I pinched and pulled at my tender buds. Jerry was having a hard time stifling his own noises of arousal. I snuck a peek and saw that his penis was sticking straight up! I returned to the stimulation of my titties, then moved my hands down to spread myself. Jerry knew that the camera at the foot of the bed would record my crotch play, and he concentrated the hand-camera on my face. I kept my eyelids closed, even as my left hand temporarily left my sex and found the little clitty vibrator. I activated the junior pocket rocket and rubbed it gently around my pussy. My previous masturbations had all been manual, and this was my first-ever time with a sex toy. I pulled the little hood back and pressed the tingler to my exposed little clitoris. The sensation blew me over the edge, and I opened my mouth to scream, my eyes to look right into the camera. "Unh-h-! Oooh! It feels so-o-o...aieeee! Unh, unh, unh, oooh....!" I was proud of Jerry. He held the camera steady, and I gave a sweet smile to the camera. Ummmm, that felt really good!" I looked at Jerry. "Was that hot?" Do you believe it? That's the first time I ever made myself cum with a vibrator!" Jerry held himself under control as he handed me a Diet Pepsi. I opened the can and took a huge gulp. Jerry had opened a can of Dew for himself and deliberately looked away from me as he drank it. "What's next," he asked. "Some more still photos. What should the theme be, more toys or just some manual shots?" He deliberately set his can on a table and turned toward me, his whole body trembling. "Okay, P-p-peg, f-f-for this n-next scene, wuh, wuh, wuh we're gonna do a little bondage thing." He lunged at me, a pair of bright steel handcuffs in his trembling hand! Intercepted by a Pygmy Ch. 02 If you started reading my story at this chapter, I should help you catch up! My name is Peggy, but my dormitory friends all call me Pygmy. It's a play on my name of course, but it's funny because I'm so small. I'm four feet -- ten in stockingfeet and weigh less than 90 pounds. A hormonal problem kept me from developing normally. Oh sure, at age 19 I'm sexually mature, but I didn't hit puberty until I was sixteen, and even now I look very young. After intercepting a vibrating butt-plug and a digital camera belonging to my mentally-ill roomie, I decided to use my Lolita looks to make some serious cash on the Internet. If I didn't imply an illegal age, I knew it was legal. The dirty old men who get off on the Lolita thing would pay big bucks to see my hairless cunny, see my flat little chest with it's tiny pink nipples and hear my juvenile voice. I had enlisted my geeky friend Jerry to do my first photo and video shoot. It started out calmly enough but quickly got creepy when Jerry started stuttering, advancing toward me carrying a pair of handcuffs, the gleam of rape in his green eyes. I had signed up at my old dojo to start studying Akido again. My sensei was the kindest man I had ever met. Mr. Nakano was not only patient. More importantly, he was tiny, like me. Sensei showed me how to disable a person twice my size. Under his careful instruction, I learned a lot, really quick. It bummed me no end that I couldn't continue at college, but I had faithfully done my katas all through my freshman year. When Jerry began to tremble and stutter, coming toward me on the bed with the handcuffs I quickly leaped to my feet. He grabbed me with surprising strength, but a quick sidestep while breaking his grasp pushed him back a foot. He lunged and I grappled his left arm and spun, his hip arching over my right hip. He spun on the way down, slamming his shoulders into the floor, his head snapping forward. Soon Jerry regained consciousness, but by then I had him secured to the bed. Not only were his hands cuffed over his head to the headboard, his ankles were tied to the top bar, pulling his bare ass into view. Despite his gekiness, Jerry is a pretty good looking guy. His naked beauty surprised me. Jerry was blessed with a small cock, perhaps only three inches erect and very narrow. He was shaved down there, maybe he thought it would make his junk look bigger. I giggled. He looked like my cousin Billy, whose nine year-old dickie I saw last summer Jerry had taken all the photos and video I needed for my website. I could start the cash train anytime, but I still hadn't accomplished my second ggoal. I still hadn't seen the big black inflatable butt plug in action. I wondered how Jerry would like it. "Jerry, you were going to tie me to the bed and rape me, weren't you?" I glared at my prisoner. "Answer me!" I slapped him hard on his hairless little sac. "y-y-y-yes." Oh great. Jerry was stuttering again. "Good, honest answer." I tried not to sound mean. I gave him my best babydoll pout and gently ran my finger up and down the back of his baby dick. "Jerry, we've been friends since we were in fifth grade. You didn't think you could just ask me? Maybe I would have said yes." I spanked his balls again, this time much more gently. I crawled onto the bed and again gave my captive a wicked little pout. He gazed at me with a mixture of lust and fear. "You should be afraid Jerry. Think of all the nasty things I could do to you while you're all tied up?" Jerry began to say something, but I grabbed his balls really hard and warned him to keep quiet. "I was talking, Jerry. Say another word before I tell you to and I'll rip these off!" Jerry nodded his head and whimpered. "As I was saying, Jerry. You have a very cute body. I especially like your butt. Is your butt sensitive Jerry?" I tickled his butthole with the tip of a pink fingernail. He moaned loudly. "We're gonna oplay with your ass, Jerry!" I sang, then I walked over to the camera and started recording. I focused between Jerry's legs so you couldn't see his face, and I moved in from an angle, so you can see both Jerry's little package and my Lolita face, no makeup, my little-girl giggle and my victims sounds of lust. This would make me a lot of money. I found the tube of K-Y I had bought at the drugstore and began to rub a big glob of it around Jerry's winker. I played with his stuff and got him really hard and panting. I smiled gleefully into the camera, and then I put my knees on either side of his head. We were in the 69 position and he was looking straight up into my bald little poonanie. I locked my eyes with the camera and began to give the first blowjob of my life. He forgot to return the favor. That was okay with me, because I wanted to concentrate on him. His thin little dick didn't grow any longer, but it did thicken a little as I worked on him. I worked my finger into his butt! He squirmed around, but I continued to push my finger into his hole. I stopped long enough to giggle at the camera, "Jerry's got a tight pooper," before resuming my oral intentions. All this was new to me. Of course I'd seen lots of porn, so I knew sort of what to do. I could feel him opening for me, relaxing. There was a lot of K-Y on him, so while sucking on his little dick, I lubricated the big plug and jammed it in before he could react. He yelled into my pussy and then remembered what it was there for, and he began to lick my pussy! Wow, it felt incredible, better than my fingers, even better than the little vibrator I'd used on my clitty during the movie shoot. I gave the bulb two firm squeezes, and Jerry moaned loudly into my cunny. Again I grinned at the camera and resumed slurping on his little dick. He began to really thrash around, but I locked his face between my thighs and gave the bulb another pump. I knew that the balloon around the hard plastic plug was really invading him, stretching the inside of his rectum. I turned on the vibrator and he moaned again into my sweet, hairless pussy. I could feel his orgasm coming fast, so I gave the pump one more squeeze and turned the vibrator to full speed. Jerry began to shoot thick ropes of sperm. I pulled away just as the first shot spewed out of his cock, catching the full load on my face and chest. I gave my best little girl giggle, and sighed "Ooh little brother!" as I smeared Jerry's cream all over my face. Then to my surprise, I was cumming. When I watched the video later, I was amazed at the beautiful expression of sweet surprise on my cum-covered face. Yeah, this video would be worth a lot. I climbed off of Jerry, found a towel and cleaned up. Then, I deflated the wicked anal invader and removed it from my pal's butt, wrapping it in the sticky towel. "Jerry, here's the deal. We can have this kind of fun once in awhile, when I feel like it. If you pester me for sex, we're done forever. If you can stay cool and keep your mouth shut, we can be 'friends with benefits.' Do you agree?" Jerry almost whispered yes, and I freed him from his bondage. With my eleven year-old looks, my adult age, and my newfound kinkiness, I knew that my future as a porn starlet was bright. I gathered up the videos and Jerry's memory card and kissed him goodbye as I went home to load the materials onto my hard drive. I also took the big black inflatable vibro butt plug. It looked like Jerry had a lot of fun, and I was quickly getting brave enough to try it on myself! Intercepted by a Pygmy Ch. 03 If you started reading my story by reading this chapter, you should know that my name is Peggy, but all the girls in my freshman dorm at college call me Pygmy. It's because I'm very short. I'm only four feet, ten inches tall and I weigh 86 pounds, soaking wet. Because of some stupid genetic or hormonal thing, I didn't mature like other girls. Oh sure, I reached puberty at age 16, but you'd never know it by looking at me. My little chest is flat, even though my little pink nipples are super-sensitive. I never grew hair anywhere on my body. My voice is juvenile. In other words, I'm nineteen, but I look like I'm eleven years old. My auburn hair falls in soft ringlets to mid-back. My eyes are hazel. I've been told I'm very pretty. I'm also pretty kinky about sex particularly masturbation, even though I don't look old enough to even think about sex let alone do it. I decided to use both my kinkiness and my Lolita looks to make money, doing Internet porn. My dorky friend from high school, Jerry helped me make my first video and take some hot still photographs. I then built a website, arranged for online money transfers and started selling my pygmy body over the Internet. The first month, I made nearly enough to pay for a full year's tuition and fees at my exclusive private college. By the sixth week, I had made enough to pay for two full years! One night while I was uploading some new photos of myself playing with a carrot, my Dad walked in on me. "What the hell...! Peggy! Explain yourself!" I boldly told my Dad what I was doing on the Internet, then showed him a recent bank statement. He fumed for a second, then shook his head. "Not acceptable, Peggy. I work very hard to pay for your college, and you don't need to act like a slutty little whore to make money. What happens if you're trying to get a high-profile job or start a career that requires a security clearance?" He always says things like that. He thinks of his half-pint daughter as officer material or maybe entering high-level politics. My Dad is still in the Army, kind of. He's a Master Sergeant, whatever that means, and he still serves in the reserves, leading a platoon in the infantry. He is built like a fire hydrant, short, squat and square. His steel-grey hair is cut to a military style. He has huge biceps, and Lord help me, but when he grabbed me then and threw me across his lap, I felt myself getting hot. I wasn't surprised that he grabbed me for a spanking. Throughout my nineteen years, Daddy has always seemed to enjoy pulling my panties down and paddling my bare ass. As he first grappled me, I activated the camcorder, which was sitting on my desk. I knew that it would capture the spanking beautifully. True to habit, Daddy pulled my shorts and panties to my knees. He had me in three quarter profile to the camera, and I knew the lens could easily see my hairless little cunny, which I knew was juicy. Daddy's big hand slapped down over and over, and soon I was crying dramatically. "No Daddy, no! Daddy, I'm sorry! Ow! Daddy, it hurts!! Ow-wee!" Then my Dad did something which shocked me. He shoved his middle finger deep into my juicy cunty and snarled, "You want to act like a little whore, I'll help you. How does that feel, you little slut?" He began to stroke hard into me, and soon my exaggerated howls of pain turned into very real cries of lust. "Oh! Dad-deeeee!" I was cumming all over Daddy's thick, strong finger. He continued to relentlessly stroke me, occasionally using his other hand to smack my bottom. I had my third screaming orgasm, and Daddy released me. I quickly stood up and attempted to pull up my shorts and white cotton panties. "No!" he thundered. "Turn around and pull up your shirt for that camera!" I was surprised again. Dad had seen me turn on the camcorder! As I exposed my pre-adolescent titties to the camera, I felt my Daddy start to kiss my ass. I cried in surprise and delight, as Daddy bent me over and began tonguing my puckered pink little hole. It felt fantastic! As he worked on my asshole, he continued to play with my hot bare pussy. Soon I was creaming hard for the fourth time since Daddy walked in on me. "Oh! Oh God!! Ooh-h-ooh-oooh! Unh! Unh! Oh sweet Daddy! It fee-eels so-o-o good! Daddy!!" I again screamed, my knees buckling from beneath me. When I had recovered, my Dad told me to rewind the scene we had just filmed. The shot was framed perfectly. You couldn't see my Daddy's face at all, but his punishment and abuse of his little girl was perfectly, vividly captured. "Add that to your website, whore!" he exclaimed, and then knocked me to the floor with a powerful backhand. "You love to perform, you little bitch! Well, Daddy's gonna think about how we can both benefit from your little online sex racket!" With that, he strode from the room. I watched the film again, then began to think about what Daddy might have in mind. I didn't have to wait very long to find out. The next weekend was the last free weekend of the summer, and I had to move back into the dorm. This year, as a sophomore I was no longer required to live in the frosh girls' dormitory. I planned to move into a coed dorm known for its wild parties and wilder couplings. Daddy would not hear of it. "I've arranged for an apartment for you close to the campus," he explained. "It's simple, but it's fine, and you have plenty of money to pay for it." It was true. I had posted the video of Daddy spanking and finger-banging me the night it happened, and had already received nearly four thousand bucks in pay-per-view revenue. It turned out that the apartment was really cool. Daddy had the apartment renovated to his liking. "Money Central," he announced as he unlocked the three security deadbolts. I soon understood what he meant. One room contained a desk, office chairs and filing cabinets, a telephone set and a brand-new computer. "This is the office and server room. You're going to be connected to the Internet by a T-1 line, lots of bandwidth." The bedroom almost made me giggle. It would be any eleven year-old girl's dream bedroom. The bed was a huge white wrought-iron monstrosity with a frilly white canopy and luxurious bedding. The walls were painted in pale pastels, and the room was full of stuffed animals. There was a vanity dresser and a rocking chair with no arms, a nursery rocker. He showed me the closet, which was now filled with little-girl outfits: Catholic schoolgirl uniforms, babydoll nighties, even a pair of all-in-one jammies with attached booties and a flap over the but. The kitchen and living room looked pretty normal. The glass topped coffee table was very large and was positioned in front of a huge sofa. A matching loveseat and armchair also resided in the room. Then Daddy opened a locked door and gestured for me to come inside. I gasped! The room was set up like a medieval torture chamber, with all the frightening stuff you'd expect to find in a dungeon. "There are cameras hidden all over!" Daddy gleefully exclaimed. "Shower, facing the toilet, in the bed canopy looking down, behind the vanity mirror. There's even a camera under the glass coffee table, and of course the dungeon is fully wired. Webcams will make you a lot of money. Guys will pay big bucks just to watch you brush your hair, pee-pee, take a shower, watch TV. The cameras are always active when the heat sensors detect your presence. The computer automatically streams the video out to subscribers. I had to admire him. I resented his horning in on my wealth, but I liked his ideas. Most of them, I guess. The dungeon made me nervous. We began unpacking Dad's truck and hauling boxes into my new crib. I hoped that Daddy wouldn't want to help me unpack. But of course, he did. It wasn't long before, to my horror, Daddy found the huge, black, inflatable, vibrating butt plug. His wicked grin set my stomach churning with butterflies. "It would appear that it's time to take a break from unpacking," he laughed. I stood horrified as he approached me, the anal rape device in his hand, the gleam of lust in his blue eyes. His chronograph pinged loudly three times. "Shit!" he exclaimed, glancing at the watch. "I've got a meeting in twenty minutes. Grab a pad and pencil!" I answered his barked command and was ready to write. "You got a lawyer? Get one. Have him witness and photocopy your I.D. and keep it on file. Tell him we need age proof for a website. What's your site called?" I answered him. "Have the lawyer register it as a trademark, along with Pygmy, your new stage name." I could only nod in acknowledgement. He continued, ticking off tasks on his fingers. "Secondly, the name of the ISP and all the information is on that business card," he pointed to the keyboard where the white card rested. "Call them, set up everything and then e-mail me a backdoor password. I'll want to keep an eye on my new partner." "Speaking of that," I demanded "What is your cut. What do you want?" He smiled dismissively and left the apartment. I needed help and I knew where to get it. Jerry was totally in love with me. I made a pretense for the cameras of looking for cleaning supplies, then walked into the living room. I was dressed in a wife beater and gym shorts, and I knew the camera under the coffee table would get a nice shot. Even though I hadn't yet set up the website, I knew that the cameras were recording to hard disk. I wrote a shopping list using a dark, medium-point marker. Not only was the coffee table cam looking up the hem of my loose fitting T-shirt, it would also show my shopping list. I knew for sure that my Dad would be watching me. He wasn't stupid, and there were guys in his Reserves thingy that could have set up the computer. I knew he might already have access to the cameras. I used the desk phone to call the ISP and made arrangements to mirror my site through the end of the month, then take over all server chores. I already had a lawyer and already had my I.D. on file.. Gosh, does Daddy think I'm just a dumb little girl? He's seen my straight A's for thirteen years. He should know better. Despite my concern about my Daddy and his forcing his way into a partnership in my new role as Internet exhibitionist, I felt flushed and horny. One of the strongest kicks I got was knowing that guys all over the world were jerking their hard cocks to massive cums watching me masturbate or do other sexy things. I suddenly realized I was in no hurry to leave the apartment...well, not just yet. Time to tinkle. I took a long time slowly lowering my gym shorts and panties over my kneehigh white socks. My back was to the camera, and I giggled knowing that my pert, adolescent-looking bottom would be turning on hundreds of guys tonight. I turned slowly, my bare pelvis right out in the open. Rather than sit on the throne, I squatted over the bowl and let a golden stream pour from my bladder. I sighed with relief, then daubed my underside with toilet paper, flushed and stood up. Not bothering to pull up my pants, I pivoted to the sink on my right foot and washed my hands, my naked back open to view of the camera. I wiped my hands on a towel and then bent to slowly pull myself together. Intercepted by a Pygmy Ch. 04 If you have begun reading my story at this chapter, there are a few details you ought to know. My name is Peggy, but my college friends all call me Pygmy. I'm not just petite; at 19 I'm darn near child-like. I decided to use my Lolita looks to make a pile of cash on the Internet with some interesting results. For one thing, my Dad has horned in on my business and has set me up in an apartment completely tricked out with multiple webcams. Fearing for my safety and my cash, I enlisted my pal Jerry, a total geek to help me protect myself. * I was thankful that his almost-forgotten Army meeting had interrupted a very scary situation with Daddy dearest. He had already paddled my 19 year-old ass with his big hand and had finger blasted and eaten me to four screaming cums. He was my fucking father! The weight of what had happened over the last week finally began to settle on me. "Don't cry!" I gritted my teeth around the whispered command to myself. "Never forget the cameras." Daddy had forced himself into a partnership with me and had set me up in a webcam-equipped apartment. My name Pygmy became a trademark, and now the world at large could watch me pee, brush my teeth, study, shower, jerk off and whatever. My blessing and my curse, and the basis for this little Web porn empire is that I'm 19 but look years younger. My titties are nothing more than little pink mosquito bites, my tiny pussy is naturally hairless, and my voice is very young. An intercepted sex toy and a "borrowed" digital camera started me on this road; Iwasn't sure at that moment where it would lead me. I got up from the desk, grabbed my purse and headed out the door. Only when I was far away from the cameras and the microphones would I call Jerry. I locked the apartment with the keys my Dad had left on the foyer table on his way out the door. I grabbed a local bus to make the short trip to the campus. It was a nice day to walk the mile, but I was in a hurry. I had used a prepaid cellphone that my Dad hadn't managed to discover during the move to my new voyeur's dream of an apartment. Jerry was already on campus, doing something in the computer lab. He agreed to meet me. If I was going to fuck up dear old Daddy and keep his hands off my wealth, I'd need an ally. Jerry and I brainstormed over ice cream cones at the Baskin-Robbins near campus. I was relieved by Jerry's reaction to the story of my father's intrusion into my pussy, my lucrative business and my life. He looked thoughtfully over his cone, then smiled grimly. "First thing is to funnel all the video cameras simultaneously in real time to a server your Dad doesn't know about. You can make sure that he can't edit the content, if he doesn't know where it is." I didn't understand what that would accomplish, but Jerry continued to explain. "If your Dad does anything nasty to you, and I'm pretty sure he will, you'll have photographic evidence that could destroy his Army career and his contracting business too." He looked directly into my eyes and said, "Peggy, I'm scared for you. Your Dad went from a normal Dad to a incestuous rapist. Like overnight. There's no telling what he wants to put you through, just to get more online cash." "Come on," I said as I stood to walk out of the ice cream shop. "We've got work to do." Jerry was counting on the fact that my Dad would be involved in his meeting and wouldn't be able to watch us. I hoped he was right. Jerry worked feverishly, and soon I could control content from a remote computer, which would also store all the sounds and images captured by all the cameras and microphones. He grinned, demonstrating the "Magic Loop" feature he had installed "We can override the live cams with a loop of assorted mundane scenes, pre-recorded sex, whatever. The elapsed time and frame numbers will always be correct and in sync, so if Pops has a couple geeks on his side, they won't know the difference. That way, you can move around without Big Brother watching you." The video cameras will still be feeding a computer, but it won't be this one. Oh, BTW, the backdoor password for Daddy is 'olivedrab.' I thought he'd appreciate that." I then showed Jerry the dungeon. "Shit," he breathed, then ran back into the computer room. Sit in front of the TV in your underwear. Do it!" I ran into the living room and took off my gym shorts, revealing my white cotton panties. I sat on the sofa and flipped on the TV. Jerry clicked the mouse. "Loop," he explained. He then grabbed his toolkit and went into the dungeon. I heard a little electric tool grinding and scraping, but soon Jerry was finished. I had been watching the TV, bored, switching through the channels. I had been on camera for exactly 51 minutes. "Perfect," Jerry grinned. "The dungeon cameras stayed off, you're recorded on this machine and have been added to the loop queue. I'm good." "Yes you are, boy..." I took jerry by the hand. "Turn on the living room cams. Time to make another loop. I told Jerry to take off his pants and boxers and to sit on the sofa. I stripped down to my panties and knelt on the sofa next to him, taking his stiff little cock into my mouth. I lost track of time as I teasingly worked up and down his baby-smooth shaft, tightening my lips hard around the head of his dick, then licking up and down, my spit going all over his prick and balls. I liked Jerry's taste. It was sweet and a little salty. I bobbed my head up and down on his miniature cock, relishing the high-pitched little moans escaping his lips. He reached a hand across my body and began tickling my pussy and butthole from behind. It drove me wild, and soon Jerry and I rushed together into orgasm, my pussy coating his fingers and his juice filling my throat. Without looking into the camera beneath the coffee table, I moved my face from Jerry's lap and into the camera's view. With my eyes closed, I opened my mouth to permit a string of Jerry's juice to drool onto the glass surface of the coffee table. "This is a lovely scene." My father's deep voice echoed from the foyer. "Who's your little pal, Pygmy?" Intercepted by a Pygmy Ch. 05 Ouch! I came awake with the dull throbbing of my jaw. I never saw his fist coming, and my Daddy sucker-punched my lights out. I was hanging by my wrists in the Dungeon. The lights were very bright, and very red. My mouth was stuffed with my cotton panties, smelling of my juicy excitement. I couldn't see Jerry and I hoped he was alright. I was alone for the time being, but I knew that Daddy would soon be in to play with his little girl. He strode into the room, wearing only his army fatigue pants and boots. His belt was coiled menacingly in his meaty right hand, his skin already slick with the heat of anticipation. "I tell you when and whom to fellate, daughter! Your little blowjob fest in there has truly disappointed me. I feel you must be punished. Pygmy, I am going to whip you hard with this belt. I'm going to cut your little ass with it until you bleed. I am going to whip your pathetic little tits so hard that the nipples will look like ripe cherries for a month!" He began to slowly unwind the belt, and I couldn't stop the cry of fear that was swallowed by my gag. "Dumbass," Jerry muttered as he freed himself from the telephone cord that had been used to hastily bind his arms. He first checked the monitor. Dear old Dad had wisely turned off the dungeon cameras. Jerry remoted to the alternate station and viewed the cameras in time to see Sergeant Fowler, his face clearly visible swing the belt. Then he called 9-1-1. Daddy wasted no time, striking viciously at my tender butt. In his rage he missed, and the tongue-tip of the flailing belt bit into the puffy outer lips of my bald pussy! I screamed into the gag, pleading with my Daddy to stop, then shuddered in terror. My Dad, half creator of my life had the face of a demon. Anger and anguish painted his eyes, a trembling baleful hatred poured out with his sweat. I closed my eyes. Jerry stood transfixed as the second blow from Peggy's father's belt cut sharply across both nipples. Despite her suspension, Peggy jerked in agonized spasms, her bound knees jerking to her chest. Daddy dearest took the opportunity to swing the belt upwards, slashing against the backs of his daughter's thighs. My Daddy pulled the gag from my mouth. "I want to hear you scream better." As calmly as I could, I pleaded with him to stop this, all of this. "Daddy, please. I don't want this. This is no game, this is no act. You're holding and torturing me against my wi..." Whish! Crack! The belt lashed across my face, cutting me across my mouth. "Cunt child!" My own flesh and blood had just called me the most hateful name I had ever been called. I hung limply in shock. "You know what hate breed is, cunt? It's the offspring of rape. You are hate-breed, you little slut. That's probably why God has punished you by giving you a horny body that won't grow up. No tits, no ass, no hair. You're hate breed. I raped your Mommy, and now I'm going to rape you. In your worthless pussy, in your mouth, in your tight little girl ass. Then I'm going to whip you some more. To prove his point he untied my legs and spread them wide apart, tying my ankles to two steel rings. "Please Daddy! No-o-o-o!" The unexpected invasión of the huge black inflatable buttplug felt like a blowtorch burning my tiny, tender asshole. Daddy had thankfully lubricated the monster, but my ass was unready. Disregarding my agony, my own father pumped the bulb three times, causing me to nearly black out. He activated the powerful vibrator and began to tenderly stroke my clitoris. Then, when my bud had throbbed to full hardness, he lashed upward with the belt. My bald little pussy was completely open and vulnerable to this madman. Jerry had seen enough. He transferred all the images from Peggy's computer to his secret server, except for the scene of her peeing, the masturbation footage and the scene now being dutifully recorded by 4 cameras and five microphones. He quietly deactivated Peggy's website and hid any evidence of their earlier fun, including cleaning the puddle of his semen from the glass top of the coffee table and hastily dressing himself. I was cut in half. Daddy...why Daddy? Brought the belt up hard between my spread legs, the pain in my vagina horrible. I blacked out for a second. When I awoke, my father was speaking, shouting. "Gulf One, motherfuckers. And I was there fore four months. Your Mommy the Cunt-Slut was fucking every one of my lazy, chicken-shit friends while I was gone. Knew the only way to hold onto her and make her my own was to marry her. But she wouldn't. She wouldn't that is, until I knocked her up. I had to keep her hanging in chains for nearly three weeks until I was sure my seed had germinated. I fucked her three times a day for three months. I beat her sorry ass, pussy and tits, too. Every damn day. I used to hang her upside down after each rape-fuck, just so the jizz wouldn't leak out of her. Bitch cried to me two months later that she was pregnant with my baby. Had the DNA tested, little pussy, and you're the result of your Mommy's three-week vacation in Rape Land." He put padded leather cuffs around my ankles and lifted my lower body on chains until I was spread open wide, my heels in the air. My wrists screamed in protest as my body was repositioned for what I knew would be a terrible rape at the hands of my own father. Leering at me, Daddy gave the bulb a fourth squeeze. He increased the speed of the vibrating plug and grinned wickedly at my screams of agony and arousal. My father continued to insanely babble, his gravelly voice now punctuated with small giggles and snorts. "Of course, when your mother and I were first courting, they didn't have contraptions like this!" He gave the bulb another hard squeeze. I feared that I would be torn in half. I imagined I could feel my life's blood draining from my tortured anus. I squealed in fright as I watched him unsheathe his gnarled cock and move toward me. "Open wide!" Epilogue: The police burst in just as my dear Daddy was beginning to shove his cock into me. It took four cops to finally bring him to his knees and cuff him. The detective on the scene made Jerry tell the story over and over, how I had contacted him because I found out my own father had wired the apartment with voyeur-cams. How he had helped me by coming over to look at the system, only to be interrupted by my insane father. Jerry showed the "covert" videos of me peeing and playing with myself, showed copies of my Dad's payments to a surveillance company and his forgery of my signature on the apartment lease, then ran my first introduction to the bondage dungeon and Daddy's vicious leather belt. Jerry convinced the detective that I was being videotaped against my will by a ruthless and sexually obsessed father, the same man who had burst in and attacked me when confronted about the hidden cameras. The case against my Dad was a slam-dunk, and he knew it. He pleaded to a lesser charge and received 25 years for binding, whipping and raping me with the inflatable plug. He would be eligible for parole in fifteen years, but his military career and lucrative construction business were through. I kept the apartment. Jerry helped me really trick out the website! I have a girlfriend who lives with me part-time and helps generate a steady stream of cash by appearing on the webcams for our subscribers. We've only played together once. She got into it, and I didn't mind it too much. We're making real money now. I think I'll be able to retire within ten years. I'll be nearly thirty by then, but I bet I'll still look like I'm eleven. Jerry and I are still "friends with benefits." Every once in awhile, I'll seduce him. With or without the huge black plug. I like Jerry's little dick. It fits my tiny pussy beautifully, and I love him for helping bust my Dad. Also, Jerry is really kinky and is even into bondage. We've had some incredibly hot webcam fun in the dungeon room. . In fact, Jerry's got his own website now. A bunch of our online viewers expressed a real interest in watching him solo, wanking his wee willy. Go figure. It must be that he, like me looks so adolescent. I recently received a bonafide offer from a wealthy European businessman with a Lolita complex. His attorney contacted me to offer thirty thousand dollars for a weekend with the sixty year-old geezer. I don't know. Gotta think about that one. Postlogue: I saw my Mom for the first time since she left Dad six years ago when I was barely fourteen. She still looks really hot, even though she's already 38. She and I each laid a small wreath of flowers on Dad's casket before they buried the perverted fuck. Yeah, knifed in prison. What else? I forgave Mom. In fact, she's impressed by my Internet business and is proud of me. I might have her appear in a little mother-daughter thing on my website. Or would that be too sick? As far as that gigantic, black, inflatable, vibrating butt-plug I stole from my crazy college roommate Belinda: I still haven't worked up the courage to try and put it into my tiny butthole again.