Disclaimer This work is Copyrighted to the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. "Plain Jane" I thought to myself when I first laid eyes on her. I was a newly hired IT administrator for the company she worked for and making the rounds of the building familiarizing myself with the floor plan. I stepped into a seemingly unused cubicle with a desk, and chairs stacked with file boxes and file folders, when something moved. Standing in the corner behind me at the fax machine was Jane. A tiny little lady about 5 feet tall, maybe shorter. Dressed in a drab corporate gray business suit, white Peter Pan blouse, black stockings, and black Mary Jane Pumps. My eyes caught the last two items right away since, due to a longtime stocking & shoe fetish, I tend to scan a woman from the feet and up. Good thing too, cause they were the best things she had going for her. She had no hips or ass to speak of and those were matched by her nonexistent boobs. I was hoping for at least a pretty face but my luck held fast. She had the palest skin I had ever seen, dusted liberally with freckles and fine peach fuzz. Naturally anyone this white had to be an albino or a redhead. Well, redhead she was. Her head was thick with frizzy bright orange hair. Jane's face wasn't ugly but you couldn't call it pretty either. I think mousey described her best. Her eyes, nose, and mouth were kind of too small for her face and her ears stuck out a tiny bit. If that weren't enough, her big brown eyes were framed by thick wire-rimmed glasses. The kind with round lenses like my high school librarian used to wear. After the initial surprise I recovered and introduced myself. Poor Jane had been just as startled and started blushing. Her face almost matched her hair. I started some chit chat to ease her embarrassment. She spoke with a shrill voice that reminded me of Carol Kane. Cute in a weird way. We talked longer than I had planned and gradually realized something. Maybe her attributes didn't individually seem like much, but as a whole package Jane was kind of cute. Again, starting from the bottom, her feet were tiny so the shoes didn't make them appear bigger. Her legs were tight and nicely toned. A jogger I guessed. That might also explain her ass. The longer I looked, the more I realized that under that horrible skirt was a small but very round butt. It was harder to tell about her tits until she turned sideways a bit and I could see into her jacket. Her blouse was buttoned up to her chin but the cotton material was thin and I could detect a pair of small boobies. Maybe A cups, but shaped nicely. How did I know this? No hint of bra straps. While we talked her skin started to turn her normal alabaster color and her voice turned a little softer. Maybe I had been a little hasty. Jane started to appeal to me. You see, for all her lack of feminine charms, Jane looked very much like a 12 year old girl. Shit, I had to see her naked. I envisioned her small tits covered with freckles in perfect tiny preteen cones. Now her lack of hips was a turn-on as were her thin long legs. And in my mind's eye I could see her smooth hairless cunt with just a hint of clit poking out between the lips of her pussy. Just as exciting to me was the dream of her pink rosebud of an asshole waiting for my tongue, fingers, and cock. Now I have to make another confession here. Besides my affinity for shoes and stockings, I had another little fetish. Hardly worth mentioning. I'm a pedophile but I'm sure you've guessed by now. I'm attracted to young girls. Preteens especially. I bagged my first young lover when I was 17 though I knew I wanted to fuck little girls since my first hard-on. I'm not really clear on who seduced who but her name was Sandra and she was 10 years old. But I digress. I started regular visits to Jane's cube and that led to lunches together. At first we discussed the office and traded gossip. Over time I learned a few personal things about her. She wasn't involved with anyone and hadn't been for years. She was originally from Vermont and went to college there before getting this job. She came here following a college boyfriend who dumped her after landing a better job in another city. Ashamed to face her father, who had warned her about chasing the boy, she stayed here. It had been at least eight years, by my calculations, since she'd had a good hard fuck. I planned a slow approach since this mousy girl had gone without for so long. Didn't want to scare this adult Lolita away before I could fuck her. I needn't have bothered worrying. I tried to wrangle a dinner invitation but she instantly offered to cook me a special meal at my place instead. Jane had me meet her at the market. I was a little early and watched for her to arrive. I almost didn't recognize her. She was wearing a yellow cotton shirt-dress with buttons running down from her bosom to the knee length hem. On her feet she wore white low heeled sandals with white ribbon laces that wrapped around her ankles. Nothing like her usual office wear. Instead of the pulled back ponytail she always wore her hair in, it was loose and floating around her head and shoulders. Blowing in the breeze and bouncing with every step, it looked like wildfire the way the sun lit it from behind. She looked so different. Incredible. Very soft and natural. A contrast to the hard cold women I was used to seeing here in NYC. We did a little shopping for the feast and went home to my place. I had barely placed the bags down on the counter when I heard a faint whimper and turned to catch little Jane quietly sobbing. "Jane? What's wrong? Are you crying?" "You seem nice but I'm scared. I haven't been with a man for a long time. I know I'm not pretty. Why are you wasting time with me?" That caught me by surprise. I didn't have an answer. I couldn't tell her that she was fulfilling my pedophile fantasies. I just blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "I don't know." Crap. What a stupid thing to say. She turned away and stepped toward the door. "Wait. I'm sorry. That didn't come out right. I meant that you fill some need in me I didn't know I had. I like you. You're different from other women I've known." Before she could say anything I spun her around and kissed her with passion. Fake or real, it did the trick. Jane leaped on me, wrapping her legs around my waist. She practically raped me with her tongue the way she snaked it inside my mouth and I could feel her dry humping her cunt against my belt buckle. Fuck this. The one thing I demand from a piece of ass is total subservience and she was fucking me? No way. I stepped over to the kitchen counter with her still attached to me like an octopussy. I shoved the groceries aside and planted her ass on the cold polished granite. With my right hand firmly but safely around her throat I forced her to lay back on the counter. Her face was contorted in a wild grimace and her childlike chest was heaving as she gasped for air. "Fuck me. Please, fuck me." Jane then lifted her knees and placed her feet on the counter. She then pulled her dress up over her head. I could hear her crying. "Please." She was wearing white cotton panties with tiny periwinkle flowers. Not a bikini or thong, but not exactly a Granny Panty either. More like a little girl's panty just larger. I went fucking insane. My shirt came off. I don't remember if I unbuttoned it or tore it off. Same for my pants. My entire focus was on Jane's sweet cotton panty. Those few square inches covering her pussy were my universe. I didn't rip them off like you'd think. The rough stuff would come later. I developed a taste for Dominance while in the Air Force, stationed in Korea. I loved submissive women and Jane was one whether she knew it or not. It was too early for that with Jane though. Too easy to yell rape if she wasn't trained properly. I took a deep breath and let the urges pass. I reached out and slipped my fingers under the waistband and slowly tugged them off her hips. Still crying and whimpering, she lifted her ass off the counter as I continued sliding them to her knees. I gently raised her left ankle and finished by pulling her foot out through the leg hole. I left the cotton treasure hanging around her right knee as a sort of flag of surrender. I'd collect it later as a trophy. No way was she going home with her pussy covered. Her pussy was now naked before me. What a sight it was. Beautiful puffy lips almost as red as the ones on her mouth smiled at me. Her pussy was closed tight with no outward sign of her clit or inner labia to be seen but they were glistening with dew. All this loveliness was topped by a carpet of red Curly Qs. I'd have preferred no hair at all, like the 12 year old of my dreams, but it wasn't too bad. It was fine and very soft. I slowly and tenderly ran the back of my hand over her mound, dipping my middle finger's knuckles between those moist lips, and into her dripping crevice. Very wet, very hot. Jane visibly shuddered when I skimmed her clit. I licked my finger. Pure sweetness. Like honey. Her legs were an easy lift onto my shoulders as I pulled her ass to the counter's edge. My cock needed little help finding her sopping pussy. No time for foreplay. This was time for fucking. This cunt was so slippery that if it wasn't for the pressure surrounding my cock I wouldn't know I was inside her. Jane took a deep breath and braced herself as I slid my cock in. You'd think she was a virgin. Oh shit. Was she? Hadn't thought about that. My only virgin was my precious Sandy many years ago. My tiny little Yobo whore in Korea wasn't a virgin but she was close to it. Both their circumstances were very different. Sandy wanted me to fuck her plus she wasn't technically a virgin thanks to her fucked up family. My Korean baby cunt was bought and paid for. Not a virgin either but so young and tight that I was afraid I'd kill her if I tried to fuck her. Her mother said it wouldn't be a problem. She had another daughter that worked in a whorehouse, that was smaller than the girl I was getting, and she survived. But that's another story. I was balls deep in Jane before I knew it. Naturally I started sawing that pussy, rocking in and out from the head of my cock to my nuts. At first she was so wet I could hardly feel her but gradually her juices dried and the walls of her cunt started gripping my cock. The tightness was incredible. She was no virgin but as tight as a pussy could be short of that. Now Jane started moving. Up to this time she just lay there motionless. Except for her sobbing I could have been fucking a corpse. Gradually she started rocking her hips counter to mine, meeting my hard thrusts with her own. Then I could feel her pussy milking my cock making her tight pussy even more so. Now I was on fire. Her legs, that had been resting limp on my shoulders, started pulling on me now, drawing me closer. My hands left her hips and I pulled her skirt off her face. Jane's eyes were shut. She had been crying since before I started fucking her. Her eyes were swollen and very red, with tears running down the sides of her face. I dried the tears using her dress. Her crying had changed her lips from thin and pink, to full and red. Very odd but all this sobbing and crying has transformed this plain Jane face into something voluptuous. Sad that this poor girl needs to suffer to look beautiful. It sounds so corny and cliché but I started yelling at her while I savagely fucked her. "Call me Daddy. Call me Daddy." She opened eyes wide and stared into mine. At first she just mouthed it. "Say it. Who's fucking you? Say it!" "daddy" "Louder. Say it!" "Daddy." "LOUDER BITCH!" "F U C K M E D A D D Y !!!" Yes. The cunt was mine. Jane kept staring, calling me Daddy with every thrust. There was more going on in her head than what I was doing to her. Something opened in her psyche that took her to another place, or another time, or both. Whatever it was I was liking it. I stopped pumping her cunt and after a second or two Jane started fucking my cock. She brought her legs off my shoulders and wrapped them around my waist again, locking her ankles together and pulling my cock into her pussy. I moved my hands from her skirt to the top buttons and undid them. I unbuttoned her to the waist and opened her dress to reveal her chest. I get my first glimpse at her little girl tits. Funny how when she's standing they appear like a woman's breasts. A little on the small side but very pretty. Now, laying on her back, her tits flatten into puffy, almost flat, mounds. Her nipples were pink with very pale aureolas, and very very short. More like what you'd expect to find on a toddler. It was coming true. A woman that looks like a preteen girl. A pedo's dream. A legal baby cunt to fuck. Sweat from my brow made it into my eye and started burning. My back was aching too. I must have really been pounding her. Jane's breathing grew quick and deep. I could feel her cunt muscles begin to spasm. Was she coming so soon? How long had we been fucking? An hour? I looked at the clock. Holy shit, barely fifteen minutes. She was cumming and I could feel my balls starting to tighten. She kept on with her moaning and whimpering. I hate to admit this but it was a huge turn-on and I know it was what finally brought me over the top. With one last deep push I filled her pussy with my white cream. Her juices and the cum escaping from her cunt had drenched my balls. We lay there for almost as long as the fucking had lasted, or so it seemed. My perception of time was all screwed up. Finally I found the strength to get up off her. Feeling very satisfied and happy with the fact that I had a submissive cunt at my command I stood over her and laughed. Jane was a mess. The little make-up and lipstick she wore was all streaked and smeared. The hair on her forehead was damp with sweat and matted down. She was still dazed and laid there motionless except for her heaving chest, making no effort to cover her tits or close her legs. What had made me laugh was my cum oozing slowly from her pussy. It was collecting into one big drop and very close to falling onto my counter. "JANE!! Clean yourself up and don't you dare leave a mess on my counter top. When you're done grab a hot washcloth from the bathroom and wipe my cock off.............. MOVE!" "Huh? Oh, OK." "OK? Who do you think you're talking to?" "I'm sorry.............Daddy. I won't forget ever again." I strolled over to the sofa and turned on the TV and found a Baseball Game but I wasn't really watching. I was concentrating on Jane. I could see her sopping up the cum dripping out of her cunt and pulling her panties back on. She buttoned her dress up and scurried into my bathroom. I heard her as she turned on the faucet to wash up. She comes out all fresh faced with her hair nicely brushed, cradling 2 warm cloths in her hands. Jane gave me one for my face and hands, then knelt down at my feet, kissed my cock, licked away all the remnants of our fucking, sucked the remaining cum out of my dick, and proceeded to wash it and my balls with the wash cloth. Jane finished her chore but to my surprise she remained at my feet with her head in my lap. Her cheek on my cock. I was almost giddy with joy. It doesn't happen often but I had found myself a True Slave. I had found other submissive girls who played at it but when the fucking was over they'd revert to being the true bitches they were. Not Jane. I don't think this was a game to her. I had to think this over though. Being a Master to a true submissive was a huge responsibility. Once they submitted they would need you to command them and make all decisions. I didn't know if I was ready for that. I needed to find out more about Jane before committing. "Get up and start dinner. Fucking you has made me hungry. Do a good job and maybe I'll fuck you again." "Yes Daddy." Oh my God. What a meal. This bitch was a gourmet chef, at least to me and my taste buds. That was a big check in her favor. A good fuck and a great cook is always a good thing. What else should I know about her. After dinner I took her to the living room and cracked open a bottle of wine and asked her to tell me her life story and all of her secrets. It seemed Jane was from a prominent family in Vermont where her Father was a college professor and Chair of the English department. Her Mother had died when Jane was 5 years old of ovarian cancer. Father was very strict about everything. He home schooled her all through her elementary, junior, and high school years and enrolled her in his college. She cooked for her Father for most of those years and his tastes were demanding, so naturally she became a master chef. She was a gifted pianist and also played the cello. She loved her Father (she never called him Daddy) and he loved her but he was a strong believer in corporal punishment. He was from England originally and that was the way he was raised so it was the only way he knew to treat a child. Any poor schoolwork or failed tests and she was punished. Any bedwetting or household accidents like a broken glass were reason for a spanking or worse. According to his scale she could receive anything from a bare hand to a horse crop or bamboo cane. And always bare bottomed. Nudity was very common in her home. Father was often in his underwear around the house and it wasn't strange for her to see him naked in the bathroom shaving or having wine and a cigar in his office. Being her only parent he did everything for her including bathing her. He would wash her all over including her pussy and ass using his bare hands. Sometimes he was naked to avoid getting his clothes wet. Jane said that he wasn't abusing her but I have my doubts. She said he would use his fingers to clean her pussy and ass by sticking them inside her but not deep. That lasted until she was 10. She did admit that sometimes when he spanked her over his knees he would finger her cunt when she got wet. He claimed it was to prevent her from staining his pants but then again...??? Nevertheless she says she never touched his cock nor did he ever try to fuck her. They did sleep together for a year after her Mother's death but that nothing ever happened. I didn't believe it for a second. Something would have happened to her if I was her Father. Never having had friends, until she got to college, changed Jane's relationship with her Father. Of course he didn't approve of any of her friends, especially the boys. Naturally she went cock crazy and got a reputation as an easy lay. Girls too. Jane discovered lesbians in college and developed a taste for pussy. All this new found freedom caused trouble at home. Father forbid her to see these new friends and Jane rebelled. That led to more slutty behavior and more punishment. To get back at him she started fucking his colleagues. They fucked her to get back at him for being such a prick. Jane was enjoying being involved with people outside the house but tired of paying Father's price. She finally decided to break the bond and after graduating moved in with this boy Jack even though her Father said he'd disown her if she did. He was one of the boys always sniffing around her and one of the better fucks at school. He got a job here in New York and Jane followed. They had one good year before it turned sour. Jack was selfish and impatient and his career wasn't going the way he wanted. He started drinking which led to him beating her. Having been conditioned by good old Father, she took his abuse without complaining. Something else that soured things between her and Jack. Jane was pregnant. Jack had already applied for another job offer in Seattle. He landed it and split leaving Jane nothing but the lease to the apartment, some furniture, and an unborn baby. She thought of going back to Vermont and Father but quickly dismissed it. She could almost hear his "I Told You So" and feel the pain from the strap again. There was one other reason she couldn't return home. Father would treat her child just like he treated his own daughter and Jane couldn't allow that. Jack wasn't an option. He never made any effort to see his daughter nor did he pay to support her. Fuck them both. Jane stayed in New York and has been taking care of herself and Krista for 8 years. Bingo. It took her the better part of the evening but I finally heard something to make me want to commit to "Jane the Slave". She has an 8 year old daughter. Another potential fuck toy. I got hard just thinking about the possibilities. She hadn't gotten around to describing her daughter yet. I only knew her name, but already I was popping a hard-on. Jane was my pedo fantasy girl but if this kid looked anything like her it wouldn't be a fantasy for very long. I had to meet this kid. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. A daughter? What's her name? Tell me about her." "Her name is Krista and she's 8 years old. She's kind of short for her age but her legs are pretty long. Gangly and a little clumsy but very pretty if I say so myself. Kris has very blue eyes she got from Jack but her red hair and freckles she gets from me. She's very smart. Sometimes too smart and wise beyond her years." This was sounding better and better. "And when were you going to tell me about her. We've been seeing each other for weeks. What's up?" "Jack didn't want her. Why would you?" Good question. Telling her, cause I want to fuck her daughter and fill her with my cum would be true, but totally inappropriate. "Why not? You don't know me well enough to assume I'd run just because you had a kid. I happen to like kids." "I was scared Daddy. I'm sorry. Come to my place tomorrow and you can meet her." Music to my ears. I'd be balls deep in her little girl's cunt within a month. "Fine. Now suck my cock again." That night was a long one for me. I couldn't sleep. Thoughts of Krista's sweet young cunt kept my mind racing. The next day I arrived at Jane's place almost shaking. It was Sunday and Jane made a brunch. My mouth was watering to taste Jane's cooking again but more so in anticipation of tasting the tender Krista. Oh I know I wouldn't be doing anything nasty with her today but I would get to see her, touch her, and smell her. Little girls are so careless. I might even get a glimpse of baby nipple or cotton panty. Ooh, I just got a shiver. Jane answered the doorbell dressed in a red silk camisole and black denim jeans. Naturally I looked down to see what was on her feet. I was a pretty disappointed to see them bare but as my eyes roamed up over her body I saw something that made my cock twitch. She was wearing a black leather dog collar around her neck. The kind with metal studs. With it she was telling me that she hadn't forgotten she was my slave. There was a ring for a leash on this collar and I made a mental note to find use for it later. When I reached her face I noticed her head was bowed and eyes were looking down. Very submissive. I lifted her chin and told her she looked very pretty. Her eyes started to well with tears. I walked in and she closed the door and followed behind me. It wasn't a big place. A small kitchen, a living room, 1 bath, and 2 bedrooms. I saw she had prepared a tray of sliced fruit, mini-muffins, and juices on the coffee table in the living room so I went in and sat down. Jane kneeled at my feet and prepared me a dish. I would rather she sucked my cock but I had to focus on my reason for being there. I took the dish from her hands. "Where's Krista? I'd like to meet her." My slave gets up and walks over to the bedrooms. A short while later she returns holding the hand of a little angel. An angel dressed in a white lace baby doll dress, white ankle socks, white Mary Janes, with a white headband in her wavy bright red hair. All she was missing was wings. What a virginal display. My cock was swelling in my pants as Jane brought her to me. I needed relief but knew it wasn't time yet. "Hello, my name is Guy. You must be Krista." "Uh huh. Momma says you're her boyfriend." "Yes, I guess I am. Is that OK with you?" "I don't know." "Well, you think about it and tell me when you know, alright?" "Alright." The little bitch is smarter than I expected. She won't be as easy to win over as her mother was. All Jane needed was some attention and a good fuck. I have to find what Krista needs. Then I can have what I need. I have to admit, the little shit was a remarkable little girl. She showed me her room while Jane cooked our brunch. She gave me the tour. On her walls was her artwork. Not the usual crude drawings and collages. She was quite talented for an 8 year old. Marvelous pastels, watercolors, and pencil sketches showing a distinct style and vision. She introduced me to her dolls and stuffed animals reminding me she was truly a little girl. There was a synthesizer piano against the wall and then she showed me her computer. Krista was a gamer and she showed me her favorites. Jane called her to set the table and Krista excused herself. That gave me a little free time to rummage through her drawers and pocket a pair of the little girl's panties. I'd jerk-off in them later and for days after. Jane came to the door to announce that brunch was ready. I quickly turned my head and saw that she again held her head lowered and eyes down. There was no way she could've seen what I was doing. I walked to the kitchen with Jane trailing behind. They had a small dinette set in the kitchen and I was seated next to Krista while my slave served. The food was excellent and I was able to coax a laugh or two from Krista. I tried to peek down her dress while we ate but no luck. Not that there'd be anything to see but it's a habit. I got caught peeking once by a friend's wife. They have an 11 year old girl just starting to bloom. I noticed Mom out the corner of my eye. I turned and we locked eyes. I expected a scene but all she did was smile. Why? Did she approve? Don't know and I don't want to know. I would love to fuck the daughter but Mom is a fucking dog. Ugly as shit. No way I wanted to pursue that further. Mom might want to join in. Anyway, my visit with Jane & Krista was nice and it was followed by more. There was a school play, a zoo trip, video nights, and the like. Very family-like stuff. After Krista went to bed Jane and I would play. I started training her in bondage soon after I first fucked her on my kitchen counter. Playtime was usually at my place, but when Krista was at her ballet class or at a friends house we would use Jane's place. I hate tying knots so I use leather and nylon straps. I inserted eyebolts in her ceiling and bed frame to lift her up or tie her down as the whim struck me. There were gags, floggers, and dildos of very shape and size. Our games extended beyond the bedrooms too. I would insert a butt plug up her ass and make her go to work or shopping. I once ordered her to wear one to Krista's school for her teacher conferences. I also introduced a schoolgirl uniform and other costumes. I prefer fucking girls while they are still at least partially dressed. It feels like rape without actually committing the crime. I would dress Jane like a sweet Catholic schoolgirl and fuck her in Krista's bed. That was a favorite game. Jane would dress in the stereotypical navy blue pleated jumper, and white Peter Pan collared blouse. Around the collar she'd wear a silver cross and chain. And, of course, white knee socks and black penny loafers. Under it all she'd wear a thin sport bra and cotton panties. None of the "fuck me" platform shoes, fishnet stockings, or crotchless underwear you see in the pornos. No make-up or perfume either. Just soap, baby shampoo, and deodorant. I wanted Jane to look and smell just like a real preteen schoolgirl. I wanted her to be like Krista. My only deviation was the thin leather dog collar she always wore around her neck but covered by her blouse. After all, she is a slave. One time we played this game comes to mind. Jane got dressed in her uniform while I brushed her hair to take some of the frizz down and tied it all back into a ponytail with a scrunchie. Her glasses finished the look. I told her to sit at Krista's computer and surf porn sites while I went out to the wine rack and poured myself a glass. I returned to find my "little school girl" looking at an internet porn site. She doesn't hear me behind her. On the screen is a busty blonde choking on a black 11 inch cock. "What's going on here? What are you looking at?" I never tell her the scenario in advance so Jane never knows which way I'll steer the game. Even though I know what's going to happen these games still excite me. For me it's not the fantasy, it's Jane's reactions. For her it's real. She becomes that little girl. I am Father. Her Master. The pain and pleasure is real. Jane isn't acting. She reacting. "You know I don't allow you to see these things. Is this what you like? You want to be a slut? I should've known you'd be just like your whore mother." I grab her ponytail, wrap it around my fist, and jerk her head back. "What, is this what you like? I bet you've already sucked black meat, haven't you?" "No Daddy, never." "Liar! You've probably sucked plenty of cock. Well from now on you'll be sucking Daddy cock too." Still pulling her head back I turn her away from the screen and directly into my crotch. I undo my pants with my other hand and hold my swollen prick up to her face. I slap her face with it. "Open your whore mouth you cock sucking little bitch." I slap her again but this time with my hand. "Stop Daddy, please." Another slap. So hard it stings my hand. Her mouth opens and I shove my meat in with one hard thrust. Her chair is the kind that swivels and tilts back. I grab her throat with both hands and push her back. My cock is still in her mouth as I swivel her so I am behind her. Now I start fucking her throat. Jane begins to gag as I push deeper. I reach down and squeeze her tits as I pump in and out. My balls bounce off her forehead. It doesn't take long before I cum down her throat. She starts choking and coughing. I thought I drowned her with cum. I reached for my glass of wine and made her gulp it down. "Fuck, you must suck a lot of dick 'cause that was great. It was, wasn't it?" My Jane looked up at me with her sad eyes, red cheek, and wine stained lips. "Yes Daddy." My games aren't restricted to the bedroom. I once gave Jane orders to go to a cross-town movie theatre dressed in a NY Jets football jersey with nothing on under it. It was a little baggy and barely covered her ass. She had on little white socks and sneakers. No make-up or jewelry. Well, except for her slave collar, this time for all to see. I picked a G rated movie. Something about a dancing penguin. I picked it because it had been showing for weeks. That way the place wouldn't be crowded. I gave her money for a ticket and a snack which she carried in a tiny purse. She was to just sit and watch the movie. My orders were to walk to the theater. I wanted to follow her and watch men ogle her. I was praying a fellow pervert would touch her. I stalked her and saw dozens of horny fuckers checking Jane out. I was laughing inside. Perverts. She's mine. I called her on her cell phone and told her to stop at the newsstand for 5 minutes before continuing to the theater. That gave me time to get in ahead of her. I was inside the theater and sure as shit, 5 minutes later, in came little Jane. She didn't know I was there. I sat in the back row where I could watch her. A little girl alone at a movie when she should be in school attracts attention and soon after the lights went down I noticed a man change his seat to one closer to Jane. Only a pedophile on the prowl goes to a movie like this alone. He took my bait. Dumb fuck. She could've been a cop. I couldn't see what was going on but I gave him half an hour to make his move. Then I made my mine. As I entered their row I noticed the quick movement of hands as he tried to look innocent. He was probably groping her pussy. Jane was still sitting with her legs spread wide open, and the jersey up around her waist, not bothering to hide anything. I sat next to Jane. "Mr. Hand" looked nervous. I reached into Jane's popcorn and ate a few kernels. "Enjoying the movie Jane?" "Yes Daddy." "Has this nice man been bothering you?" "No Daddy." "But I thought I saw him touching you." "Yes Daddy but he wasn't hurting me. He was nice." "Good. Why don't you thank him for being nice." Jane gave me her popcorn and quickly but quietly kneeled between Mr. Hand's feet. She undid his belt and pants, and fished out his cock. My slave had learned her lessons well. She never hesitated. I doubt she even gave it a thought. As soon as Mr. Hand's tiny prick was clear of his pants Jane swallowed it whole, balls and all. He didn't last long. Soon I could hear Jane gulping down his load of cum. With that she got back into her seat. I got up and my cock sucking slave followed. We stood in the lobby and waited for Jane's abuser. It didn't take long. He skulked out after a couple of minutes looking very suspicious. I waved as he passed by and he just about broke into a run. I laughed and took Jane to the manager's office. I had promised him a fuck for letting me use his theater. Doug and I knew each other from a sex club called Plato's Retreat back in the early '80s. I used to fuck Doug's wife while he fucked one of my barely legal teenaged bitches. The youngest one was a 16 year old knockout that looked 25 with make-up and a tight dress. I couldn't bring the real young stuff there. They owners didn't want any trouble. Lots of jailbait got in anyway. Sort of 'don't ask, don't tell' but I'm pretty sure I fucked a 14 year old there. After the club closed in '85 Doug and I stayed in touch. His wife was out of the picture by then and he finally took the plunge and started hunting young pussy on his own. Owning a movie theater was perfect for his purposes. Not that Doug planned it that way. He inherited it from his father. But it worked out just the same. There was no shortage of underage girls trying to get into PG or R rated movies. His staff had instructions to send any questionable IDs to his office. Not sure exactly how he turned the trick but Doug said he had pretty good success scoring young pussy. He told me of quick blowjobs in his office from teenaged girls though I wasn't entirely convinced. Doug had the hots for Jane from the first time he saw her, and for the same reasons I did. He was jealous of how I could dress Jane up younger than she is and kiss and fondle her in public. I have to admit that part of my thrill is the looks we get from strangers when I grab her ass or tits. The real funny thing is how they stare and talk under their breath, but not once did anyone call the cops. I might as well be diddling a genuine 12 year old's cunt on the subway. Oh, I think about it but I'm not stupid enough to do it. So now it was Doug's turn with "Little Jane". "She's all yours Man. Fuck her, suck her, beat her, I don't care. Just don't bruise her where anyone can see. She has to go to work tomorrow." Now, I like Doug but we don't exactly share every taste. Sure, we both like underage girls but he prefers a straight simple fuck, while I like to play games. I like to dominate my cunts. To tie them up and hurt them a little. Spanking and flogging is a favorite. So is dildo play and ass beads & plugs. Oh, and dripping hot candle wax too. Man, is that fun. So here Doug has been given carte blanche over Jane. What will he do? I command Jane to take Doug's shoes and pants off which she hops to immediately. He stands her up and kneels at her feet. Slowly he runs his hands up her legs. I can see Jane shiver a little. It's not from excitement. This is the first time I've given her totally to another man and I know she's nervous. I turned towards the door to give them some privacy but Doug stops me. "Stay. It's been a long time since I've had an audience." Doug continues fondling her legs. He soon reaches his goal and proceeds to slide her panties down. Jane dutifully steps out of them as he reached her ankles. Doug rises and violently spins Jane around. Finally, a glimmer of passion from my normally bland friend. He looks over at me and I give him a small nod. Doug shoves her forward and Jane flops over his little desk. He opens a drawer and comes up with a small ball of twine. With a noticeable spring in his step Doug circles the desk and, yanking her arms, tied her wrists to the desk legs. Jane, being as short as she is, was on her tiptoes. Doug circled back and stood behind her and kicked her legs apart as he squatted down and tied her ankles to the desk legs. Remember, I've seen this guy at a NYC sex club where the wildest sex ever was routine. Bondage, Golden Showers, Spanking & Whipping, you name it. I once saw a girl's ass being branded with a red hot wire. The smell of seared human flesh is something you don't ever forget. What did Doug do there? Get his dick sucked and straight fucking. He wasn't the most sexually adventurous man around. But I was seeing something new. I guessed he was probably a pedophile but since that was taboo at the club I'd never seen the affect it had over him. With Jane firmly tied down he gets behind her and flips her jersey up over her ass. Doug reaches back, pulls his chair up, and sits. For a while he just sits starring. Jane's pale white ass globes glistened with a slight coating of sweat. He couldn't resist touching them. I can't either when I see them like that. Jane has the smoothest skin next to a baby's. Soft, smooth, without blemishes or marks of any kind. First he uses one hand and tenderly caresses her. Then a switch must have flipped in his brain. Doug reaches out with his other hand and grabs two handfuls of ass. He spreads her cheeks apart and you can see her pussy and asshole stretch open with that strip of flesh between them straining not to rip apart. I've done the same thing but watching someone else spreading Jane's ass wide was strangely more exciting. Now Doug jams his fingers into her asshole and cunt and pulls them open. Lucky for me the fluorescent lighting in his little office happened to be positioned perfectly. That harsh white light illuminated her insides perfectly. It wasn't like that at home. I could see deep inside both her holes. I didn't get much time to look at her insides because Doug shoved his face between her spread cheeks and started feasting, alternating from pussy to asshole. Not just licking either. This crazy motherfucker was biting her. Chewing on her cunt lips and clit, biting her ass cheeks, tongue fucking in both holes, the works. And 2 and 3 fingers in them too. I'm not one to jack my cock in public but I was hard as a rock and needed relief. Still, this was Doug's moment so I controlled myself. When he had had enough Doug got up and dropped his pants. I'd forgotten what his cock looked like. It was a good 7 inches with a small head but fatter at the base. Almost like a cone. All in all a nice piece of meat. Well he reached into his drawer again and came up with a tube of KY. He must fuck a lot in this place to stock KY. A squirt in his palm, a few strokes, and he was ready. With no words or fanfare he shoved that salami into Jane's ass. All I heard Jane's familiar whimper. Since he was lubed Doug went immediately into hard fuck mode. His cock was sawing in and out of her asshole accompanied with the slap slap slap of his hips crashing against her butt. Jane, being tied down, couldn't move much but that didn't stop Doug from telling her to move her ass and fuck him back. When she didn't comply he started slapping her ass and thighs. It was quite the scene. Jane never looked sexier. I was seeing her giving herself, not to Doug, but to me. She was doing this to please me. If that's not love, what is? Too bad for her. I knew I didn't love her and probably never would. Oh, I still wanted to enslave and abuse her. I definitely wanted to fuck her and her baby girl. That had nothing to do with love. Nothing. That was just sex. Fuck it. I couldn't hold out any longer. I unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock and started stroking it. It was already wet with pre-cum. Jane's head had been turned to me the whole time and when she saw my cock her mouth opened wide, inviting me to shove it in. It's what she wanted so naturally I denied her the honor. I kept stroking myself and when I felt my legs start to quiver I got up and shot my load on her face. Men always want to think they cum gallons. I'm good for 2 or 3 squirts tops. Hardly a gallon but this time I hit her with 4 or 5. I couldn't believe it. My juice was in her hair, her ear, and her eye. From her eye it ran across her cheek before it reached her nose. Desperate to taste it she shook her head until it moved down her upper lip where she used her tongue to finally draw it into her mouth. I fell back into the chair as Doug was still reaming her out and literally fucking the shit out of her ass. Now he had a handfull of Jane's hair and he used it to pull her head back. He lowered himself down and kissed her on the mouth, tongues swirling. The dumbshit now had my cum on his face and in his mouth. I'm sorry, but I'd never do that. It was a buzz kill for me. I stuffed my cock in my pants. Pretty soon Doug was panting and his ass was picking up the pace. He stiffened and came in my Jane's asshole. They lay together in a sweaty heap for a minute before Doug rose off her back. After catching his breath I assumed Doug was done. Not hardly. His cock now soft, he pulls out of Jane's ass and staggers over to her head. Again he grabs a handful of hair. He yanks her head up and slaps her face with his cock. A cock fresh from her ass with cum and shit on it. My Jane is well trained and opens her mouth. Her tongue seeks the flaccid prick and slurps it into her mouth. Doug reaches for his pants, on the desk next to Jane, and pulls the leather belt from them. Doug is just full of surprises. He starts whipping her ass, thighs, and back raising pink welts. I know from experience than Jane loves a good whipping. I could tell it was working its magic on her by the way she was working his cock. Her brain was in The Mist. That's what I call it when a girl's mind shuts down and she turns into a sexual primitive, working from instincts long repressed. The Mist must have been working on me too. I had another hard-on. Pretty quick considering I just came on her face a little while ago. This time I didn't wait. I got up behind her and undid my fly. I reached out with my hand and stroked her pussy which was dripping with honeydew. I scooped some up and lubed my cock. With one push I was balls deep in her pussy. I didn't want to do her ass when it was filled with Doug's goo. It took me a little longer this time. Not just because I had cum earlier. Jane's cunt was flowing cunt juice. So much that she was soaking my balls with it. So much that I could barely feel the insides of her pussy. I was holding on to her waist and crashing into her with a mad desperation. When I moved into position Doug stopped the belt whipping. Now he was choking her neck. Jane, trying to breathe with her throat stuffed with cock and squeezed, started thrashing convulsing. Her body was rocking and shaking. What a feeling. Her cunt was in spasm and the violent movements were like nothing I'd ever felt. The orgasm hit me like a gunshot. No warning. No wave of pleasure. My cock just exploded. "KRISTA! FUCK, Fuck, fuck........." I blurted the first thing on my mind. I didn't mean to but the feeling was so intense and sudden, I didn't have time to think. As my heart slowed and my senses returned I realized that Jane had passed out. Fuckin' idiot Doug was still choking her. I reached out and slapped the jerk in the face. Instantly he released Jane's throat and stepped back, his cock plopping out of her mouth. In the throes of my own orgasm I hadn't noticed his but by the look of that soft, spent dick he must have. Panicked, I bent over Jane to see if she was alive. White cum was drooling from her mouth as she gasped for breath. Doug looked embarrassed as he pulled his clothes back on. Jane was still trussed up, coughing and gagging, half naked on the desk. Doug looks at me as if in a fog and starts for the office door. I know him well enough to know he needs a cigarette. I follow him outside. We reach the alley and he lights up. "Holy Fuck, Guy. I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me. Man, I didn't even see you fucking her, and you were right in front of me. Where did you find her? Her ass is as tight as a 14 year old's and believe me, I know. And her mouth....wow. I can't do this stuff to the girls I fuck. They'd tell someone. But this cunt would never tell. Not as long as you control her. You gotta let me do this again. I'll give you anything you want." "I'll think about it. Right now, why don't you go in there and untie her? Clean her up and get her dressed. I said you could do anything you wanted to her but shit, I do need her back in the same condition you got her." "Yeah, yeah, sure. Man what a turn-on. I mean, little girls look like little girls because that's what they are. Jane is a woman built like a little girl. She dresses like a little girl. Acts like a little girl. Hell, she wants to be a little girl. It's perfect." Doug didn't realize how right he was. He didn't know her backstory. Jane wanted to be "Father's" little girl again. I'll bet that bastard did more than spank his daughter and clean her privates a little better than most dads would. I just know he fucked her. She blocks it except when she's got cock stuffed inside her. I can't read her mind but she must regress to those times. Today she was in the zone. It's been a long day for her. Playing a 12 year old, sucking a stranger's cock at a movie, getting tied down and raped by another stranger, gangbanged, almost choked to death, and it's barely 2PM. I went back inside and strolled over to the snack bar. There was a hot 16 year old that Doug told me loved older guys. She was what we called a "butter face". A girl that was beautiful everywhere "but her face". She wasn't ugly but not pretty either. Girls like her usually gave good head to make up for it. No customers so she was just wiping the counter when I walked up. "Hey, how you doin'?" "I'm doin' good. What can I get you?" "Nothing you have here, but you look good enough to eat." "What are you, a dirty old man?" "That obvious huh? I'm sorry." "That's OK. I think it's cute." "Cute? I don't know if that's good or bad." "Oh, it's good. Trust me." "Give me your number and maybe sometime you could show me how good it is." She wrote it on a napkin. Her name was Tori. She was kind of chubby, but where it counted. Her big tits were mashed down in the polyester uniform she wore and you could tell they weren't firm by the way they jiggled when she laughed. For a white girl she had quite the bubble ass on her. She would be a change from skinny Jane. About 5 foot 4 with black and blue hair. Yeah, that's what I said. Tori was a budding Goth Girl and wore her make-up on the heavy side like living dead teenagers often do. Black eyeliner, black nail polish, multiple ear piercing, a nose stud, and a silver chain choker. No tattoos that I could see. I asked and she said, "Maybe I do and maybe I don't". Oh, I was definitely going to call her. Doug came out with Jane. She was in much better shape than when I left her. I said my goodbye, Doug reminded me to call him for a rematch, and we left. It was a quiet cab ride home and was I thankful. Did Jane hear me shout out Krista's name? She was half crazed and half dead when I said it but who wouldn't recognize their daughter's name even under those circumstances? The pathetic bitch had to have known I've been fantasizing about her daughter but never said a word. All the schoolgirl roleplay. Actually fucking in Krista's bed. All the attention I lavished on her. Either she truly didn't know, was in denial, or didn't want to scare me away by confronting it. About 2 months after meeting Krista I was practically living there. Krista was finally accepting me as not only her mother's boyfriend but as her friend too. We walked hand in hand and she kissed my cheek hello and goodbye. In the morning she would see me shirtless shaving and washing, and I would see her in her Minnie Mouse nightshirt. We were getting very cozy. During those two months Jane gave me more and more power. I controlled her. I picked her clothes, told her where she could go and who she could see, and I spent her money. Not on myself but I paid her bills and gave her an allowance. Jane was totally dependent on me. She couldn't even piss or shit without my permission. I let her piss on herself once just for fun. Then I spanked her for doing it. One morning at breakfast Krista stood behind my chair and whispered into my ear. "Are leaving us?" "Huh? What makes you think I'm leaving you guys?" "Momma's other boyfriends always left by this time." "Well, not me. I'm staying." "Please don't hurt Momma. She can't take it." I told you she was smart. Things had been rough for Jane and Krista. Jane was constantly depressed and cried a lot. Krista saw it as her job to make Momma happy. After all, it was just the two of them. Krista needed Jane to be happy and would do anything to keep her that way. I have to give the little girl credit. Jane was super needy. Even her daughter could see it. Though I was enjoying my domination of Jane and scheming to fuck Krista, it was exhausting. I had made Jane so dependent on me that she had to ask my opinion on every tiny facet of her day to day life. How to dress, what to eat, what to cook, when to sleep, what, when, how, and on and on. On top of that I had my own problems. An increased workload, office politics, and so forth. The pressure was building and I started getting sick. I was also lashing out at Jane. Beating her and abusing her as part of our sex play was all fine and good but I found myself screaming and cursing at her. Losing my temper to the point of wanting to hit her in anger, something I promised myself I'd never do. So, Friday I left work and went straight to my apartment. No explanation to Jane. I just dropped out of sight. Jane must have agonized before deciding to call me. Who knows? It might have been Krista that called and just handed the phone to her helpless mother. I saw her ID and thought about letting it go to voicemail but I was scared she might hurt herself or Krista so I answered. There was silence except for some faint breathing. "Are you mad at me? Where are you? Are you coming home." "I am home." "I'm sorry." "Sorry for what?" "Sorry for whatever I did to make you leave." "Look in the closet. My stuff is still there. I just need a little time to myself. Time to think about things." More silence. I waited for her to say something but I knew she wouldn't. Jane was so dependent on me that she couldn't respond unless I told her to. After a reasonable amount of time I just hung up. I was here in my own apartment but Jane had pulled me back to hers with that silence. I could see her still holding the phone with that blank expression on her face waiting for my instruction. I used to think my dominance over her was my doing. That I had molded her into this perfect slave. Wrong. Jane molded me into her Father. She offered me dominion and I walked right in a trap. I was still trapped by Jane's craziness even though I wasn't there physically. I was beginning to think I made a huge mistake getting involved with her. Sure, I still wanted to fuck Krista but this was New York City. There were plenty of 8 year old girls for me to fuck. Maybe Tori from the movie theater had a chubby little sister. I needed to put it all out of my mind and relax. I turned the DVD player on and sifted through my library for a mindless guy flick. No romance, no love scenes, just explosions and gratuitous violence. I needed "The Dirty Dozen". So I sat back and smoked a doobie while Lee Marvin and Charles Bronson kicked some Nazi ass. A half hour passed and the phone rang again but I ignored it. I had wicked munchies and a good buzz so I made a sandwich while Telly Savalas was ranting insanely about how evil women are. Amen brother. Around the time Jim Brown starts dropping grenades on the Nazis the phone rang. The caller ID showed it was Jane. I let the answering machine take it. "Daddy? Daddy? Pick up. I know you're there. Hello? Open your door. Krista's standing in the hall." What did she say? The movie had helped me tune out Jane and all the other bullshit things pressuring me. I was in a good mood. All that turned to shit when I opened the door. There, standing in her mother's navy blue catholic school uniform, blue knee socks, black mary janes, with her hair in braided pigtails, was Krista. I poked my head into the hallway looking for Jane, but she wasn't there. Krista was alone. "What are you doing here? Where's your mother?" "Momma brought me and left." Jane's voice was still coming from the speaker. "She's yours. You can have her if you come back." I picked up the phone. "Where are you? Why the Hell did you leave Krista?" A long silence, then half crying she says........ "I know you want her. Take her. Take her and do what you want to her............ Just come back." Holy Shit. This I didn't expect. Jane was giving me her daughter. It was a trick. Any second the police will break down my door and find me with an 8 year old girl wearing a cum stained uniform. My cum. My DNA. "This is a trick. You're gonna send the Police over here." More crying.......... "No trick. I don't want you in jail. I want you back. Call me Sunday." Fuck. I was stuck between a rock and a hard place. I had permission to fuck Krista but the price was high. I had to return to the loony bin that was Jane's life. Actually I had no choice. Once I looked over at Krista again I knew I'd be going back. But that was later. Tonight she was here, in front of me, wearing my favorite fantasy costume, and with her mother's blessing. Oh my God. I was going to fuck Krista.