Disclaimer This work is Copyrighted to the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. Krista and I had a busy day today. We were both tired. We ate our dinner and settled down to watch some videos before going to bed. My sweet fuck toy was lounging on the couch wearing a pink camisole, a pink cotton bikini cut panty, and white cotton anklet socks. Around her neck she wore her black leather choker. I couldn't be happier. She was pretty happy too. She lay very relaxed sipping a Tequila Sunrise, her new favorite drink. That's right, tequila. The real deal. Fuck you. Her mother gave her to me to do with as I pleased, and it pleases me that she have a little tequila. If she's going to be fucked like an adult she might as well enjoy some adult benefits. Anyway, we got comfy and watched some movies, snacked on cheese and crackers, and drank our beverages. You know what she was drinking. I had a beer. We'd both seen the movies before so we talked throughout. I learned a few things about Krista and her relationship with her mother. Jane led me to believe she hadn't been with a man since Krista was born. That wasn't true. Krista told me she had a boyfriend for almost a year. He broke up with her a month before I met her. And there were others. Not boyfriends either. They were just one nighters. These were on nights when she was at a sleepover. She never saw them but from the look and mood of her mother the next day she knew something had happened. Mommy was happy. They would do fun things together. But it wouldn't last long. The good mood would wear off in a few days. Poor kid. I could see that she didn't want to go back to her mother but really didn't think it was possible not to. I knew how she felt. I didn't want to go back either. I had to think. Sitting in my chair I watched my prize laying on my couch. So relaxed and secure. I could tell she felt safe here with me. I had to find a way to keep her without Jane. The more I thought about it the more I wanted it. I wanted Krista all to myself. I just had to get rid of Jane. Simple, right? I limited Krista to 2 glasses of her cocktail. It wasn't very strong anyway but combined with her exhaustion she was starting to nod off. I got up and carried her to bed. I couldn't resist touching her as I tucked her in. My hand slipped under the elastic waist of her panty down to her puffy little love mound. So soft and smooth. Fits perfectly in my palm. Divine. My fingers glide through the folds of her labia, all hot and slippery with her sweet honey. The aroma is thick and rich. I push a finger inside her and she stirs. Still half asleep she reaches for my neck and pulls me down to her mouth. No hot passionate kiss this time. No violent tongues clashing. Just a sweet tender joining. I wasn't planning on going to bed that early but Krista asked me to lay down next to her. I stood and undressed. She watched me and smiled when I stepped out of my boxers. My cock wasn't hard but it was chubby, swelling with blood. I walked around to my side of the bed, turning the camcorder on as I passed, and climbed in next to her. The air under the covers was nice and warm. Krista rolled over to meet me. She rubbed herself against me like a cat does when it wants attention. She says she likes the feel of my body hair against her skin, all scratchy and rough. I slipped an arm under her and rolled her on top of me. We were facing each other, chest to chest, as I lowered my hands to her butt. She reacted by pushing her ass into my palms and giving me a little wiggle. Hooking my thumbs in the waistband I slid the panty off her ass and down her legs to her knees. Returning my hands to her ass they felt silky, covered with a light, downy soft, peach fuzz. Her face was like that too. It was almost invisible but in a certain light you could see it glow like an aura. It would fade as she got older but now it only accented her freshness and youth. I pulled her cheeks apart and felt the steamy moisture of her crack. Traveling the length of it with my finger I reached her asshole. Of course I had to penetrate it. Pushing in she offered no resistance. The sensation went from her skin's normal texture to a wet glassy smoothness inside. I sunk it deep, to the last knuckle, and stirred it around. Her mouth was near my ear and I could hear her moaning softly. My cock was fully erect and hard now, poking between her thighs. I began to pump my hips and she closed her legs to grip it tight. I took her panty in hand and finished pulling it off her legs. Soon fucking her thighs wasn't enough. Placing my hands on her hips I pushed her down my body. That forced my cock out from its place between her thighs and bent it down uncomfortably. When our groins were even I spread her legs apart. My cock sprung up and tapped her cunt. I rubbed it along the length of her slit to get it wet and aimed it at the entrance of her pussy. Once again, pushing at her hips, I entered heaven. Her head was on my chest now, as I began moving in and out of her. The pressure around my meat was incredible. I rocked my hips, she rocked hers and we fucked each other. Her hands moved around my chest and ribs caressing me. My tiny fuck toy turned her head and began kissing my chest, nibbling with her lips and teeth. She squirmed her body around and finding one of my nipples she began to suckle like a baby. I'm sure it's not nearly as intense as the feeling women get when nursing a child but it still felt great to me. I wanted this to last. Sometimes I'd want to cum and be done with it but when the feelings were right I'd stretch the fucking for as long as I could. This was one of those right times. The strokes were short and slow. If I felt my orgasm beginning I'd stop and wait until the feeling passed. It wasn't easy because Krista had no idea what I was doing so she kept fucking, going faster and harder it seemed, when I stopped. I controlled it somewhat by holding her hips but it couldn't stop what she was doing with her cunt. She was squeezing her pussy around my cock harder and harder. I could feel her body tense up as she came and came. Some girls would increase their motions when their orgasm hit but Krista would freeze, her body turning stiff, squeezing her pussy and asshole tight. Her hands would clench into tight fists and If I could see them I was sure her toes were curling. She did this several times during our fucking, sometimes cumming for a minute at a time. Though I tried to hold myself I could no longer stop it. I felt the familiar shiver in my legs and the cum traveling up the shaft until it reached the tip of my cock and filled her immature womb. Feeling the wetness in her cunt she pulled herself off and flipped around so she could suck the cum off from, and inside of, my cock. I was now faced with a dilemma. Her pussy was facing me, oozing my cum. Now, I love eating young fresh pussy and I hadn't really done that yet with her, but I didn't like the idea of eating my own cum. Not necessarily scared of the gayness of it either. When I was young, and discovered the joy of masturbation, I sampled my cum, dipping my finger in it and bringing it to my tongue. I just didn't like the taste is all. But even if I did I still wouldn't eat another man's cum. Sorry but one has to draw the line on perversions and sucking a man's cock and swallowing his cum is mine. However, if ever a young boy's ass ever appeared in my bed I might consider fucking it. When very young they really aren't much different from girls, until you turn them around. But they turn into hairy stupid teenagers which I have no use for. And yet, I've seen pedo gay porn where the little boys' cocks were very slim, hairless, and pretty. I could see myself sucking one......maybe. So now I was faced with Krista's dribbling pussy. What to do? I'll tell you what I did. When I felt that she had gotten all the cum she was going to get from my wilting meat, I grabbed her hips and, quite forcefully, pulled her creaming pussy to my hungry mouth. Her entire vagina was smaller than my mouth and I engulfed it. What a revelation. I may have not had a taste for cum but blended with her sweet honey it was delicious. Her entrance was still a little stretched open and I could push my tongue in easily. I swirled it around, stirring the juices together into a luscious foam. I couldn't get enough. My tongue explored every fold and flap of her cunt, saving her clit for last. When I finally did I found her button erect and stiff, hiding under its little hood. I licked the sides of the hood and Krista twitched. I flicked it from side to side and she jumped. Alternating between those to motions, with an occasional dip into her hole, had her sizzling on my chest like drops of water on a hot skillet. Then I moved its hood back and exposed her naked clit to my tongue. It was as if I had stuck her finger in an electrical socket. Her legs started running in place looking for traction. She tried lifting herself with her arms but I held her fast. She bucked her hips in and out, side to side, trying to escape but it was no use. I wasn't letting go. Her body alternated from sizzle to stiff. She was having rolling multiple orgasms. I had promised her at the beginning that having sex was the best feeling you could ever have and I was going to prove it to her. First I would drag my tongue flat across her clit licking it like a stamp. It must have felt like sandpaper to her. Then I swirled the tip of my tongue around like a whirlpool. Round and round the clit until I felt her body go limp. Totally limp. Very pleased with myself I moved her back around so we were face to face again. My God, she had fainted. Slightly panicked I shook her and tapped her cheeks. Gradually she came to. "Sweetie, are you alright?" "It felt too much." "What?" "It felt too much. I liked it, but it felt too much." I'd never heard it said like that but I understood what she meant. Her mind was overwhelmed from my manipulations. She was breathing too fast. Her heart was beating too hard. That part of her brain had never been subjected to stimulation like that and couldn't process it all, so it did the only thing it could do. It shutdown. She was OK but I'd have to take it easier on her until she got used to things. "It felt too much". I loved it. After that she wanted her night cap so I retrieved her glass. By the time I turned back around she was fast asleep so I went to the kitchen, poured it out, including what was left in the pitcher, and joined my darling child in bed. Sunday mornings always meant a lazy day before. I wasn't a church goer and besides, I had the NY Times and Daily News Sunday editions to read. It meant no clothes, no noise, and no interruptions. Well, not anymore. "I'm hungry. When are you going to cook breakfast?" Those words whispered in my ear were my wake-up call in more ways than one. Frankly I'm not a morning person and it ticked me off. "Who do you think I am? Your butler? You want something, get it yourself. And bring me a cup of coffee." She paused then proceeded to find her panty, slip it on, and walked to the kitchen. Having a gourmet chef for a mother, she knew her way around a kitchen. It got me to thinking. I was being negligent as far as her slave training. If I continued like I was she'd grow to be a spoiled needy bitch like her mother. I had to start her right. I guess she had trouble finding things but after a while Krista came in with my coffee on a tray. "I didn't know how you liked it so I brought cream and sugar too." "Black, 2 sugars. Remember it." "OK." "OK? No, not OK. It's 'Yes Daddy.' Say it." "Yes Daddy." "I've been a little soft because this is all new to you but if we're going to continue you have things to learn and rules to obey. First one is to always call me Daddy. If you don't you will be spanked. Next one is when we are alone you will not wear panties. Take it off." She found a place for the tray and quickly lowered her panty. "I don't want you to think I'm mean or that I'm mad at you because I say this. You've never had a father before so you're not used to it. Especially a father like me. Most fathers don't fuck their little girls. They all want to but are scared of getting in trouble, so their little girls will never be really loved. They let stupid boys fuck them and think that's love but all they really want is to stick their little dicks in a pussy. Any pussy. Girls will runaway from home looking for someone to love them. They'll do drugs trying to find happiness. But they won't. When a father fucks his daughter she knows he loves her. Society thinks it's wrong to love children that way but I don't think it's wrong and I'm not scared. I know you won't tell anyone because if you do the police will take you away and put you in a foster home. They'll take your mother and me and throw us in jail. But I'd have lawyers to get me out and when I do I'd find you and hurt you for telling. I won't want to but I'd have no choice. If you obey me you'll have the greatest life. I'll always take care of you. You'll have nice things and a beautiful home. You'll go to the best schools. You'll travel to wonderful places and meet interesting people. If you love me, you'll always be loved." Krista wept. "Oh yes Daddy. I'll always love you." "Even when I spank or punish you?" "Oh yes Daddy." "Even when I ask you to do things you don't like. Things you don't understand?" "Always Daddy. Forever." "Good girl. Then we'll begin today. From now on, every Sunday you'll get my coffee and make us breakfast. I'd like scrambled eggs and wheat toast with a glass of orange juice this morning. Next Saturday night you'll remember to ask me what I want for Sunday breakfast. If you forget you'll be spanked. Understand?" "Yes Daddy." "Good, now go make breakfast." And off she went. When it was ready she came and announced it like in the movies. "Breakfast is served." Cute. It wasn't bad either. Just the right amount of salt and pepper. I thought I tasted a hint of paprika too. The toast was buttered but cold. Still, pretty good for the first try. After we were done and cleared the table together I led her to the couch. I hooked my finger under her choker and sat down. She stood between my feet facing me. I pulled her close to my face. "Do you know what this choker means and why I always want you to wear it?" "No Daddy." "It means you belong to me. It means we are lovers. It means you will do anything I tell you to do without question. Fathers that have this special love with their daughters like we do will know what it means and be happy for us. Other people will just think it's pretty. It's important to me that you always wear it. Soon I'll buy you one that locks on with a key. I'll wear the key around my neck. Do you understand what I'm saying?" "Yes Daddy." "Then what am I saying?" "You're saying that we love each other in a special way and the choker and the key prove it." "Good girl. I knew that you would. Now kneel down and suck my cock." Dropping so fast I thought she hurt her knees, she took my meat in her soft hands. She massaged it a little before lowering her head to my crotch and taking my cock in her mouth. She was getting better and better every time. Using her tongue, she bathed it with saliva and even poked the tiny tip into my urethra. Felt strange. She also went beyond taking only the head and took in more of the shaft. She was in control. Some of the saliva dribbled past her lips and drooled onto my balls. It tickled, turning cold as it evaporated. She bobbed her head with a nice rhythm. I was in no hurry to cum so I leaned back in my chair and relaxed. "Lick my balls." She made a slurping sound as she replied. "Yes Daddy." My little cocksucker lifted my meat and rested it on my stomach, still stroking it and never missing a beat, lowering her head until her tongue reached my ball-sack. She wasn't exactly sure what to do once she got there so she just licked. My balls are quite hairy, and she stopped a few time to pick pubes off her tongue, but she never complained. "Be gentle and you can feel my balls. They're delicate like the yolks of the eggs you scrambled today so be very careful." With her free hand she tenderly lifted the sack in her palm and felt with her thumb. "Don't squeeze them, just feel. There are two. One on each side. They make the cum I give you. Some day they'll make a baby inside you." "Will you Daddy? Will you give me a baby?" "Someday when you're older. We have plenty of time before that happens. Now suck one of my balls into your mouth but be careful. It can hurt me if you do it wrong and then I'll have to punish you." "I'll be careful Daddy." I was taking a risk. One of my girls in Korea once bit me there. The pain reached to the pit of my stomach and my kidneys. I couldn't walk, but when I recovered I whipped that little bitch until she bled. But I shouldn't have worried. Krista did it perfectly. It's a different sensation than having your cock sucked. You ever go down a roller coaster and get that weird feeling? Well that's what it feels like to me. I can't take it for too long but it is nice. "Now finish sucking my dick and make me cum." "Yes Daddy." "OK, you don't have to say 'Yes Daddy' every time just sometimes." She giggled. "Yes Daddy." And she proceeded to make me cum with a fury. I could feel my cock touching the back of her throat with every head stroke. One hand was jerking me off while the other played with her newly discovered toys. My balls. I'm telling you, I've created a monster. She learns quick and she's very creative. When I first met her I noticed her flair for art but I didn't think it would extend to sex. In a few minutes I could feel things happening. Well, I could be creative too. Grabbing a handful of hair I pulled her off my meat and tilted her head back. With my other hand I gave it some fast strokes until I spewed on Krista's face. The first hit her under her nose and the cum ran into her nostrils and mouth. The next was half under and half in her left eye. The rest hit her in the forehead and hair. There were 5 squirts in all. Most girls, and women too, would have scurried for a towel to wipe it all off. Most, but not my cum baby. Using her fingers she wiped her face and licked it off with her tongue. She showed me her mouthful of treasured cum before swallowing it with a tremendous gulp. I had to laugh. We jumped into the shower and this time just showered. All cleaned and fresh I introduced Krista to my traditional Sunday. We were both dressed in our underwear (her minus the panty) and socks. I read my Sunday papers in bed while she lay next to me watching TV. She marveled at the wireless Bluetooth headphones I used for late-night viewing. The walls in my place were thick but still, I would have hated to disturb my neighbors. Now the headphones served to preserve my silent Sunday mornings. It was hard to concentrate on my reading though. Her head was towards my feet meaning that I had a good view of her darling ass. Her chin was suspended by her hands with her elbows resting on 2 pillows. It caused her back to curve such that it made her ass seem higher than it normally should have been. I guess you had to see it to understand. Her legs were crossed at the ankles. Her pussy was totally visible through a gap between the bottom of her asscheeks and her upper thighs. A diamond shaped gap that framed her pussy perfectly. God, wasn't there anything about this girl that didn't excite me? I couldn't read because my eyes would wander to it and upon returning my gaze to the newspaper I'd lose where I was on the page. Very frustrating. And she wouldn't stop wiggling. She was watching this movie about dueling hip-hop cheerleading squads (don't ask) and since she had on those headphones I couldn't hear what she was moving her ass to. I could see my "Sunday will never be the same", (Spanky and Our Gang......good song, look it up). The evil Guy inside me came up with something wicked. In my closet was a box of sex toys I used to add spice to my lovemaking. Among them was a small vibrating egg with a wired remote control. I rolled out of bed without disturbing my girl and went looking for it. Upon finding it and testing the batteries I returned to bed. Coating it with KY I took my hand and began playing with Krista's cunt. She turned her head but quickly re turned to her movie. The egg was in the palm of my hand and like a magician, abracadabra, it was in her pussy. Not on it. Inside it. After wiping my hand I picked up the remote and slowly turned the knob to the first setting. That turned the vibrator on and created a slight tingle in her cunt. Pulling the headphone off one ear she turned and asked, "What's that Daddy?" "Just something I thought you'd like. Just watch your movie." I turned the knob a again. The only reaction was a repositioning of her hips. She spoke loudly because of the headphones, "It tickles Daddy." I turned it to 3. More fidgeting at the hips. I turned it to 4. She uncrossed her ankles and spread her legs the tiniest bit. Number 5. Now she reached down with her right hand and started playing with her pussy. The control was at the halfway mark. Number 6. Her finger found the remote's cord and she pulled on it. I slapped her hand away. She returned to rubbing herself. Number 7. Now I could hear the buzzing. The vibes must have been driving her crazy. She buried her face into the pillows. She was moaning loudly and grunting like an animal. Number 8. She climbed on-top of the pillows she was using, placed them between her legs, and began humping. Number 10. I had a raging hard-on so I skipped 9. Krista drew her knees up to her chest and went into a sort of fetal position, shaking. She peed herself, ruining the pillow. Getting up I moved her, pillows and all, to the edge of the bed. Greasing my cock with KY I placed the tip on her asshole and pushed. The first time I fucked her ass it went in rather easily. Not this time. Her asshole was shut tight. I pushed harder. No go. By now my cock was like steel and with the third push I was in. So hard did I push that I didn't stop until my balls slapped her pussy. I could feel the vibrations on my cock through the thin membrane separating her vagina from her rectum. She was like a tuning fork. I could feel it through my hands on her back, her thighs, everywhere on her body. She herself had started shivering in concert with the egg inside her. I fucked her ass like I had never fucked any ass before. Long pounding strokes. Faster than I ever had. The vibrations were numbing my cock and I barely felt the rush of cum through it. My orgasm was powerful and made me shiver too. I pulled out and there was a tiny gush of cum out of her ass. I reached for the remote and shut it off. "NO, NO, don't turn it off. Slow, slow." I turned it to five and brought her down gradually like a diver surfacing from the deep. Even after the power was off she kept humping the pillows and wouldn't let me pull the egg out. Her pussy was too sensitive yet. I went to the bathroom and got her a hot washcloth, my cure for everything, and cleaned her ass. I couldn't touch her pussy so I placed the cloth on the pillow so she could use it when she was ready. A few minutes passed. I felt so guilty. True, I enjoyed giving pain but only when it was pleasurable if you know what I mean, but this was wrong of me. Even when I saw her suffering I still went ahead and raped her ass. I felt low. After a few minutes she stirred. I pulled on the cord and the egg plopped out gently but she still flinched. She wiped her pussy with the now cold washcloth but she didn't complain. I was apologizing to her when she stopped me. "Don't be sorry Daddy. That was the most greatest feeling ever. I was cumming for the longest time. I couldn't stop. It was awesome. That thing in my pussy was the best thing ever. I didn't feel it at the beginning. I mean I knew there was something there but it wasn't doing nothing. Then it started to tickle me. I wanted to scratch my inside. I tried to take it out but you hit my hand so I didn't. Then it made me all hot like my skin was in a oven. Then I was like making noises and I didn't even know I was making noises and when I did know I was like making noises I made them louder on purpose. When I did make them louder I could feel it in my throat. It was awesome. I feel wet. Did I pee? I'm sorry Daddy. Then when you fucked my ass it got even better. I wish I could describe it. I was shaking all over. My eyes felt like they were shaking too. It was so cool. It was like I was orgasming in my pussy except it was in my ass. I think I had a ass orgasm. And when you turned it off it was horrible. It was like I was falling like in dreams that I have. I didn't like that. It was better when you turned it back on and turned it off slow." For a girl who couldn't describe it she was doing an excellent job. "I want to do it again but not today." Damn it. I suddenly remembered. I forgot to turn on the camcorder. The rest of my Sunday was kind of ordinary. That is if you can call having a half naked 8 year old waiting on you hand and foot ordinary. We cuddled in bed. She sat in my lap with my cock in her pussy as I played with her nipples. We fucked while watching my collection of kiddie porn. We didn't look bad. When I finally got it right and taped ourselves I did for our own private pleasure but after watching them I seriously considered selling them or posting them on the internet. I'd have to edit and censor some things to protect myself though. I wasn't sure how to do that but I wasn't in any rush. Then I thought of clothes I'd like to fuck Krista in, like a ballerina outfit with leotard, tights, and toe shoes. She did take ballet classes so it was all ready and waiting for me at home. Home? I spent the day trying to keep my mind busy, trying not to face the fact it was Sunday and I had to return to Jane. That was her price for this glorious weekend with Krista. Jane wouldn't be going to work tomorrow that's for sure. Not after the beating she was going to get tonight. I tried explaining to Krista what was going to happen when we got home tonight. "When we get home to your mother you're going to see things you might not like or understand. Remember what I said about that? Well, tonight I'm going to punish your mother for giving you to me for the weekend. Even though it turned out good and we had fun together, what she did was wrong. No mother should give her daughter to a man for sex. What if I had hurt you bad or even killed you? No, she has to be punished. Don't be scared. I will hurt her but not damage her. Do you understand what I mean?" "Yes Daddy. It means she will cry a lot and hurt but she'll get better and not have to go to a doctor." "God, you are so smart. That's right. I want you to watch as I punish her so you'll learn what happens if you break the rules. Now that we have this special love together you will be seeing a lot of things your mother and I used to do in secret. Just like she'll be watching us. In this new family we will share everything." "Yes Daddy." I sent her off to get dressed and to pack her things. I told her to wear the denim dress with a white blouse, socks, and her new sneakers. I didn't have to mention the choker. She never took it off. I called Jane. "Get ready. We're coming home. Prepare for the beating of your life." I couldn't deal with the subway today. Too much was on my mind. We took a cab. It gave me time to think. This weekend with Krista only reinforced the fact that I couldn't go on with Jane. She was dragging me down and could destroy what I had with Krista. Though she gave me her daughter as a bribe to return to her, I knew she would try to interfere and break the bond I had made with Krista. Jane had to go. Relax, this isn't a murder mystery. But Jane had to go away. I couldn't leave NYC. My life was here. I had to find someone to take her off my hands and out of Krista's life. But who would want Jane? She wasn't that pretty. She had practically no tits. She was suffocating. Who would take her off my hands? Who would be attracted to her like I was when I first met her? Son Of A Bitch! It was simple. The answer was so obvious. Doug, my theater owning friend, that's who. He's had a crush on Jane since he first met her. Way before the time I let him fuck her. Weeks before, I took Jane to a house warming party he was throwing. He had just bought this building and turned the top floor into a penthouse suite. He invited some friends and business people. I recognized a few of them but I wouldn't call them friends. Anyway I dressed Jane like an adult that night. This crowd wasn't the kind that would appreciate a woman-child. To accent the slight figure she had I dressed her in a tight dark green cocktail dress made of a stretchy type material that clung to what little curves she had. It made her A-Cup tits look larger and accented her firm butt cheeks. She did have a nice ass. Now bear with me because I'm not good at this. The dress had shoulder straps that formed a gull wing shaped neckline that hugged her boobs and spread them apart. This created a slice of pale white skin that reached down to the top of her belly. Since her tits were so small and firm there was no real chance of them popping out of the dress. The effect was very dramatic. The straps were joined together with a strip of material behind her neck. It formed the top of an oval shaped space that extended down to almost the crack of her ass. More of that pale whiteness. I loved Jane's skin. The dress had a wide black belt with a black chromed buckle. I told her to buy a pair of 4 inch pumps to match the belt but after a whole afternoon of shopping she came back empty handed. Said she couldn't find any. Useless bitch. In all of Manhattan she couldn't find any shoes? She got a good flogging that night after Krista went to bed. So instead of the pumps I had her wear a pair of black high heeled strappy sandals that were in the closet. I hated them. I prefer shoes that cover the toes and heel of the foot. I detest feet and hers, while not the worst looking, weren't very pretty either. You see, with skin as pale as hers any irritation and imperfection on her feet would appear as reddish orange blotches. And her heels are calloused and flakey. Hideous. Around the apartment I had her wear ballet slippers or socks. She was forbidden to go bare footed. Even in bed. To make up for the missing red shoes I had her go to "The Korean Nail Place", yes that's its name, to get a pedicure. They did a good job I have to say. They soaked and scraped her feet smooth. They clipped and filed her toenails then painted them with a clear polish. They use some kind of cosmetic cream that covered the redness too. Shame they can't fix her crooked toes but you can't have everything. For this occasion I bought her a new choker. It was black leather, naturally, with rhinestones all around. Her hair was done in a french braid with black satin ribbons weaved in. The black against all that red was a nice detail. Her make- up wasn't anything special. Just some green eye shadow, black eyeliner, and some mascara. Some rouge or blush or whatever it's called, and some bright red lipstick. Oh, of course she didn't wear any underwear but she did have a large glass plug stuck up her ass. When I shoved it in I reminded her to behave herself. Not to follow me around like a shadow. To mingle. It also gave her a very serious facial expression. She looked good but getting her there was exhausting. When we arrived Doug noticed her right away. So did a few wives and girlfriends. I'm no fashionista and had no idea if the outfit I put together was in or out of style, but I know what I liked and I thought she looked good. I know Doug did. The rest of the night I could see him circling her, bringing her wine, and introducing her to his friends. It was like she was his. It irritated me a little. After all the work I put into her he was enjoying the result. I made her suck me off in the bathroom to remind her whose property she was. But that was Doug's way. We'd been friends for a long time with a special history. The two of us were in the sex club scene years ago. I used to fuck his wife at those spots, before their divorce, and he'd fuck my girl D' Jour. We always flirted with each other's girls. This was no different. The other bond we shared was that Doug was a pedophile like me. He was into young pussy too but as far as I knew they were all teenagers, 13 years old and up. Given our friendship I told him about Jane's childish appearance and how I'd dress her as little girl. She was really 31 years old but with the right clothes she could pass for 12 or 13. He was dying to meet Jane and this party was the first opportunity to introduce her. I knew Doug wanted to see her done up like a little girl but tonight he met "Adult Jane". Normally she didn't look this good. It was her habit to wear drab business suits to work, with little or no make-up. She tended to be shy around people and avoided social surroundings. She was the mousey, quiet type but she wasn't stupid. She was college educated and could talk about politics, current events, gourmet cooking, music, and more. I had complained to him about Jane's clinginess and her inability to manage her life but he didn't know the half of it. That time in his theater was the first time he met "Little Jane". He fucked the shit out of her. Since then, every time we'd meet he would ask for another turn. I always said, "when the time is right". Maybe now was the time. Doug gave us a guided tour of his new digs. Five bedrooms each with a full bathroom. A living room, a huge dining room, a media room with theater seating and a TV projector that lowered from the ceiling to shine on a huge wall mounted screen. The kitchen had every conceivable appliance. It was all restaurant quality. The place was wired with an ethernet network I designed for him. He had computers in most of the rooms plus a wireless router for laptops. Over this network he had remote access to door locks, environmental controls, the security system, telephone PBX, and more. He also had what he called a safe room. It was a vault-like room to hide in if anyone ever broke in. It had a bed, refrigerator, toilet, sink, storage for medical supplies and canned food, air conditioning, TV, internet access, and a phone. He could even monitor the movements of the invaders with cameras installed around the place. Once locked inside he'd be safe until help arrived. It was like those old bomb shelters of the '50s. Doug had been robbed once at gunpoint and since then talked about protecting himself. I thought he meant getting a gun, which I don't approve of. I'd never heard about these rooms. He also had a special room he didn't include in the tour. He couldn't show me then but a few days later he had me come over. Doug's office was a floor below his apartment. He had a secretary and a few other employees there. From there he managed his little empire. But things weren't all business downstairs. He had his contractor steal some floor space from the offices and build a secret room. Sound proofed and self sufficient. It had shower and toilet, a hot tub, and a kitchenette. Around the room were platforms with mattresses and cushions for lounging. There was a sound system and a flatscreen TV on the wall. It had windows but no doors. Access was down a hidden staircase from his apartment. There was an emergency exit through a hidden door to a building stairwell. There was no way to get in from the offices. He told me I was the reason he built it. I had told him about Mike in Korea and how he had a hidden "game room". Doug was inspired and took it to another level. At the time it wasn't exactly finished so it hadn't been christened yet but he called it the new Plato's Retreat after old NYC sex club. He planned to throw orgies there. Now, I'm not making this all up. Doug is a very successful businessman. He has several businesses and some properties in NYC plus he has been fortunate with his investments. Doug has a masters degree in business but learned the practical side of the biz from his father. Doug received a modest inheritance when Dad passed and he built on it. He was rich but didn't act like a snob about it. He had season box seats or skyboxesoo for Yankees, Giants, and Knicks, and shared them with friends even when he wasn't going to be attending. He liked to eat at the street vendor carts. He liked The Three Stooges. And he contributed to lots of charities, always anonymously. He didn't even own a car. He usually took cabs or the subway. He was a regular guy, only with money. He gave me the down payment for my condo. Now I was a working stiff. I made good money but in this economy I was worried about the company going under and losing my job. Maybe I could get rid of Jane by trading her to Doug. Now, I wouldn't be looking for a hand-out. This was business and Doug understands business. I have something he wants. He could give me a supplementary income, say an interest in his theater. That way I'd have a paycheck even if I lost my regular job. I think he'd go for that. The thing I was worried would sink the deal was "Dark Jane". The needy, suffocating Jane. The depressing Jane. But I knew Doug pretty well. He was an A type personality. A control freak and micro-manager. It was the only thing about him I couldn't stand. Maybe managing the details of Jane's life would appeal to him. They say there's a match for everyone in the world. Maybe Doug's was Jane. But what about Krista? How would they react to being separated? I mean, Krista was not part of the deal. She didn't belong to Jane anymore. She was mine. Before presenting the offer to Doug I'd have to do some more thinking. I inserted my key in Jane's lock and turned it. Such a simple thing but how I dreaded it. It meant going back to a woman I no longer cared for. A woman that sucked the life out of me. But yet she was still a woman that I enjoyed fucking and who would go to great lengths to please me. She was a double edged sword. I opened the door and entered, with Krista trailing right behind. Jane was right there waiting, sitting in a chair facing the door. Standing up with her head bowed she took a step closer. "I'm glad you're home Daddy." I walked right past her, not acknowledging her presence. I noticed that Krista didn't greet her mother either. Still, it was brave of Jane to approach me like that after I had promised her a good beating. Maybe she wanted it. Needed it. I didn't know anymore. I had decided on the way here that I had to follow through with my threat so I walked straight her bedroom closet and retrieved my duffle bag of tools. I dropped it on the bed and called both my girls to me. "Jane. Krista. Come here." From different parts of the apartment they came running, Jane one step ahead of her daughter. "Jane. Take of your clothes. Everything but your choker. NOW." Jane began stripping immediately. Krista was shocked, never having seen her mother do anything like this. Jane was normally very modest. After the kind of weekend she spent with me the little girl should have expected this, but this was after all, her Momma. "Krista. Go change your clothes." "Yes Daddy." Krista left just as Jane finished undressing. "I'm ready Daddy." "Don't call me Daddy. You lost that right when you sent me your little girl. I'm Krista's Daddy. You call me Master. SAY IT." "Yes Master." "Now stand at the foot of the bed facing it." She did as she was told. "Yes Master." I opened the bag. In it were all my tools of punishment and pleasure. Restraints and bindings and much more. First I pulled out a ball gag, shoved it in her mouth and fastened its straps behind her head. Then came the hood. It went over her head and fastened with a strap around her neck. Next I placed restraining cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Those I tied to eyebolts already inserted in the posts of her 4 poster bed at top and bottom. We had done this many times before so it went quickly. When Krista returned she was met with the sight of her mother standing stretched out like a human X standing on the foot of her bed naked with the exception of the black velvet hood. My new daughter was wearing what I told her earlier during our cab ride. Among the new things I bought her were a black silk camisole, a black silk thong, black thigh high stockings, and the cherished red t-strap pumps. Needless to say she was still wearing her black choker. She looked like a small dominatrix. Dark and sinister. The look on her face was different however. She looked worried, full of concern for her mother I assumed. "Krista. Stand behind me and watch. This is your mother's punishment for abandoning you. For using you to get what she wants. For not placing you ahead of all things." I picked a flogger with dozens of long leather strips and laid into Jane's back. Ten, twenty strokes. Her fair skin turned as red as ripe tomatoes, with a multitude of welts. Too many to count. Then I switched to a leather strop. The kind barbers used to use to hone their straight razors. I laid that on her ass twenty times until red and blue welts were raised on her skin. All the time I could hear her muffled screams. So could Krista. I turned around to see how she was handling this. To my surprise tears were rolling down her face but she wasn't crying. Her face had this look of anger and hate. I had gone too far. By beating her mother had I lost her? "Krista, what's wrong? Are you OK?" "Hit her Daddy. Hit her more. She scared me. She didn't tell me what was happening. She just dressed me and took me to you and left. She didn't even talk to me. Hit her more. Beat her bad." This just proved how little I knew women or little girls. If not for this moment would she ever have voiced her feelings like this. She would have carried that resentment of her mother for the rest of her life had I not punished Jane right there in front of her. This was punishment for Jane but therapy for Krista. I reached into my bag for a wide leather paddle and gave it to Krista. "Hit her. Go on, hit her." Krista took the paddle in her small hands and with tears in her eyes began to slap at her mother's thighs and ass with fury. She wasn't inflicting much physical pain to Jane but I'm sure the emotional pain must have been devastating. "How could you do that to me? Don't you love me? I was scared but you didn't care. I hate you. I hate you." I knew Jane could hear Krista's words through the hood. She was punishing her mother for betraying the trust between a child and her protector. Krista no longer trusted Jane. Without meaning to I had severed that bond and gained it for myself. Krista was mine. My anger was gone. I no longer felt the need to punish this woman. Krista had done a much better job of it. Jane was limp in her restraints. Hanging by her wrists. I took the paddle from Krista. Her tears had stopped. Her anger was gone too. Now she was the lady of the house and Jane just a guest. I put the tools away but left Jane to savor the pain of her ripening welts. "Krista, get on the bed, and lay in the middle of it." I walked behind Jane and removed the hood. Tears stained her cheeks and saliva drooled down her chin and breasts. I rubbed my hand on her ass and back feeling the swelling, broken, skin. Krista's inborn natural sexuality showed in the pose she assumed on the mattress. She lay on her back, her legs bent slightly, with her knees turned to the left. Her hands were on her tummy with fingers interlaced. Her hair was loose and flowed around her head like an orangey red halo. Her eyes were locked on her mother, hanging there at her feet. Jane was still sobbing. "Krista, why don't you tell your what you did this weekend?" "I fucked. That's what I did. I sucked cock and I fucked. In my pussy. In my ass. I swallowed cum too. Thank you Momma, it was the best time I ever had." Jane shook her head and tried to speak but the gag prevented her. "You want to see where Daddy fucked me?" Krista lifted her legs and spread them wide. With her hands she open up her cunt and showed her mother the torn hymen. "This is where Daddy put his cock. It hurt Momma. It hurt a lot but you know what? I loved it. You wanna see my asshole Momma?" Krista flipped on her stomach and drew her knees in. With her ass now high in the air she reached back and spread her cheeks. "This is where Daddy stuck his cock Momma. That hurt too but I love it now." And she took a finger and pushed it into her asshole. "See Momma? Just like this." I was standing behind Jane watching Krista's performance. It was her way of establishing her place in the order of things in this family. She was showing her mother that she was my woman now, not her little girl. Naturally this display gave me a hard-on. Now how's this for crazy? I wanted to fuck Krista desperately but felt it wasn't appropriate to do it in front of her mother. Appropriate? This crazy world was of my own making and even I couldn't break the old taboos without my conscience talking to me. The devil on my left shoulder was telling me to fuck the child and break the mother's heart. The angel on my right was telling me to spare the mother. The angel didn't say not to fuck the child, just not to hurt the mother. I watched as Krista fucked her ass with one finger and then two. Jane's tears continued along with her muffled cries. The devil won. I stepped closer to Jane and whispered in her ear. "You want to watch?" I stood there and undressed, then walked around Jane to the side of the bed. Krista's face lit up when see saw me naked and stopped finger fucking her ass. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs again but I asked her to move over. She did and I took her place in the center of the bed. "Suck my cock angel." "Yes Daddy. I love sucking your cock." With careful deliberate movements she got on her knees and positioned herself so her mother could see everything. She took my meat in her hands and petted it like it was a kitten. Bending down she snuggled it with her cheeks. Turning her face she showered it with little kisses. She then took her tongue and licked it all over before drawing it inside her mouth. With her head bobbing up and down slowly and steadily she started humming. Loudly. Now this was something new. Maybe she got the idea from the vibrating egg. Who knows? But it felt real good. Wanting to torment Jane I didn't hold back and when I felt it coming I began to moan exaggeratedly. Krista got a good load of cum and didn't lose a drop. She sucked me dry and then made her way to the foot of the bed, still on her knees, inches away from her mother. My little girl opened her mouth wide and gurgled the cum saying "aaahhhhh" before spitting it in her mother's face. Then she turned back and laid next to me. Jane's face dripped with a mixture of Krista's saliva, my cum, and her tears. What a pretty picture my little fuck toy had painted. When I had recovered I unhooked Jane from the eyebolts. Locking her wrists together behind her back and her ankles together, I laid her on her side in bed with Krista. I sat on the edge of the bed and laid it out for the both of them. "Now this is the way it will be. I can't live here. It's too far from my job and this place is too small for the three of us. You two will move in with me. Krista is my daughter now. She doesn't want you anymore. She will sleep with me in my bed. You can sleep in the small bedroom. It will be fixed up like Krista's room but you will sleep there. If Krista tells you to do something you will do it or I will punish you. You are no longer lady of this house. Everything else stays as before. You can leave anytime you want but Krista stays with me. If you tell the anyone about this, like the police, I will play back the phone call you made that night you left her at my door and you will go to jail with me. You will be known as the mother who gave her child to a pedophile. Do you understand?" "Yes Da......Master. I understand." "Krista. You are mine now. You are my daughter and my lover. You will sleep in my bedroom with me. You can't ever tell anyone about what happens here. Not even your best friend. What happens in this house stays here. You will behave like a young lady in public and not attract suspicion. You can bring friends over to visit but you have to call first to can make sure everything is safe. You will obey me or be punished. You will work hard at school and bring home good grades. Your mother will do what you say but if you abuse that privilege you will be punished. Do you understand?" "Yes Daddy. I understand." I moved between them and felt better than I had in weeks. The Jane problem had been solved. I was still considering trading her to Doug for a share of one of his businesses but the pressure at home was off for the time being. I could see new possibilities in this arrangement. I had a mother and daughter to do with as I pleased. Maybe I would wait before offering her to Doug.