Disclaimer This work is Copyrighted to the author. All people and events in this story are entirely fictitious. The school building was located on Park Avenue across from Central Park, at least outwardly it was. It actually encompassed 3 buildings joined internally. They wrapped around the corner. I can't say what corner for security reasons. From the inside it all seemed like one huge building and except for a few architectural details it was. On the outside they were 3 distinct buildings. All built around the same time they shared the Art Deco style but each had its own identity. Marion started with the corner section which housed the offices, medical facilities, kitchens and dining rooms (all common areas that the 2 schools shared), and some restricted areas. I suspected those had to do with the Morlocks and Eloi. One building housed the classrooms and dorms for the Trade School and the other for the Elite School. All three buildings were about 20 stories tall give or take with the corner one a little taller. I was sure the schools didn't occupy all the available floor space. Some must have housed offices for Mr. Shaw's other businesses. The rest, I assumed, for the facilities of the sexual training and handling of the Trade Girls and the Elite. Maybe the Eloi too. The halls on many floors were buzzing with parents and Mistresses touring the facilities like we were. A few had their girls with them. Dozens of pretty Elite girls in their brand new blue plaid uniforms. Every one of them looked so innocent though each had taken their father's cocks in their mouths and spread their legs for them when told to. In the vanilla world they'd go unsuspected but just being here their secrets were exposed. It was a pedo's paradise. Or it would have been but these girls, though each a whore, were untouchable. Each one belonged to someone. Maybe someone rich and powerful though some were here on "scholarship" like Krista. Daughters of staff and other employees. Since each girl was anonymous they were all on equal footing. Each was the same as the next. A great system. A lot of hot lolitas. One in particular was crying, begging her Daddy not to leave her here. "Please Daddy. I'll do better. You can fuck me in my butthole. I won't cry. I'll be a good girl." Daddy picked her up and told her that this is why he had to leave her here. "You see? This is what I mean. You can't go talking about stuff like that where people can hear. They'll break you of that in this school. They'll teach you to take a cock without complaining. Your sister went here and learned a lot. Now be good and I'll see you next month." Next month? Only because he had a spare at home. I didn't. I couldn't dream of not fucking that young piece of ass for a whole month. The girl was younger than Krista, maybe 5 years old. Her uniform was a little loose on her so I couldn't guess what she looked like under it except for her ass and legs. When Daddy lifted her the skirt hiked up and her bare ass was displayed to the world. Kind of on the flat side. Her legs weren't much to write home about either. Thin with knobby knees. I shouldn't be too harsh. Her face was cute with a cute upturned little nose and plump little lips. She was still young and had a lot of growing to do. Miss Sherwood next took me to the Trade School building after that to see the kind of stock they carried. Let me explain something that I learned during the tour. When they referred to "Trade School" I at first imagined that the girls learned a skill there. Even after I knew they were destined to become prostitutes of one kind or another it never sunk in that that was a skill too. But that wasn't it either. Not entirely. Trade also referred to the sex trade itself. The school was like a factory turning out preteen whores. The staff referred to them as product, stock, or inventory. The policy was meant to remind the staff not to get attached or involved with the girls. To keep them distant. Of course the girls were never called that to their faces. Then they used the nicknames the girls had chosen for themselves or were called students when spoken to as a group. When we stepped off the Trade School elevator I found myself in a sea girls ranging from 5 years to 12 years old. All kinds of girls. Tall, short, chubby, thin, all races and nationalities. All wearing the same green plaid uniform. Since these girls had no family the only adults present were staff members. The girls lived here all year long so the school was furnished with lots of entertainment. I saw TV rooms, 2 movie theaters showing first run movies, a huge game room, arts and crafts, and a swimming pool in the basement. They also scheduled field trips to get them out of the buildings to relieve any "cabin fever" they might get. Educational stuff like museums and the zoos but there were fun trips like Great Adventure Six Flags and Rye Playland too. There was a multi level parking garage in a 4th building where the staff parked and company limousines and cars were kept, including the school vans plus Mr. Shaw's private car collection. This was an even bigger operation than I imagined. There was a lot of money spent on these girls but I imagined that the prices paid for them more than made up for it. I was shown classrooms which looked like,........ well they looked like classrooms. Then came the dorms. Four bedrooms, two girls to a room, clustered around a common area with a TV and Playstation. Like a college dorm. I liked it. The suite we visited had 2 girls in it. The rest were out. These girls were gorgeous. Eleven and twelve years old. One Asian, Thai I think, the other looked biracial. From her brown skin she looked half white and half black or latina. "These are advanced students. We group them by age. They have more in common that way. Less conflicts. Older girls lose their patience with the younger ones. Would you like to sample one of them?" "Yes. Absolutely." This was unexpected. The thought had been on my mind even during the ride over. Since watching the videos of 8 year old Grace getting fucked I felt the need to fuck fresh young pussy. Fucking Grace, as good as that was, just didn't compare. "Girls, remove your clothes." I spoke up. "Leave your socks and shoes on." They really didn't have to undress. I was gob-smacked by the Thai girl as soon as I saw her, but why not get a look at the mixed girl too? Trained as they were they obeyed immediately. The uniforms came off but not like a person would normally undress. Each article slipped off in a methodical manner. Not like a striptease, that phony sexy act does nothing for me. They removed their clothes in a smooth practiced way. Rehearsed but closer to natural than strip. Hard to describe what they did except to say that they made me hard. "Turn around for our visitor." The girls spun around slowly. Their bodies were exquisite. Both had the beginnings of beautiful tits though the mixed girl's were slightly bigger the Thai girl's were nicer. Both had great asses. Tight and round. Call it a tie. The legs were where the contest was decided. Even wearing their skirts it was plain to see. The mixed girl had thick legs. Not ugly mind you, just heavy looking. Muscular, like a weightlifter might have. The Thai's legs were slimmer and longer. Shaped like a ballerina's. Powerful but graceful. Not wanting to appear greedy I dismissed the mixed girl. Miss Sherwood had her dress and escorted her out, leaving me alone with the Thai girl. Starting with her long black hair my hands traveled down her body. Round face with almond shaped eyes as dark a night. Long slender neck, narrow shoulders. Hard pointed cones. Tight flat stomach. Softly flared hips, firm round ass, and those ballerina legs. "Spread your feet apart." Reaching out I touched her smooth bald mound. I could feel a soft coat of fuzz. The beginning of the end. Soon she would be ruined by a thick mat of ugly hair. She can shave but the scratchy stubble will remain. Today, right now with me she was at her peak. The best she would ever be. Opening her slit I ran my finger through her luscious wetness. Finding her hole I pushed a finger inside her. Her cunt muscles gripped it tightly. I added another. With more in her she gripped tighter. I had to feel that on my cock. I undid my belt and the Thai girl rushed in and did the rest. It was her training. Seeing a man undressing set off a behavior that she couldn't resist. Before I knew it my pants and shoes were off. I stopped her from undressing me entirely. I couldn't wait that long. Sitting on her bed I just had to spread my legs. She knew what I wanted. Kneeling at my feet she lowered her head and covered my cock with kisses, then licks. Finally, after what seemed like forever, she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my cock. Instantly she caressed it with her tongue, flicking the head and swirling it around in a whirlpool of saliva and my precum. Grabbing two handfuls of thick straight hair I pulled her head in until her lips brushed my pubes. I fucked her mouth deep, almost but not quite reaching her throat. Not once did she gag or cough. I pulled her off and pushed her to the floor. I stood, grabbed her by the hair again, and pulled her up to her feet before tossing her down on the bed. Why I was treating her so rough I don't know. She had done nothing to offend me. It was just a mood that swept over me. Maybe it was a Korea flashback or leftover from watching Grace's home movies. I slapped her knees apart and she opened her legs. Her pussy opened like a blossoming flower. Her aroma was rich and sweet. She raised her legs, bent her knees, and tilted her hips to give me a better view. It also exposed her rosebud asshole to me. I had a hard choice to make. Harder than the choice of girls. Fuck her pussy or her ass? Knowing, as ridiculous as it sounds, that she would soon be spoiled by her menstrual bleeding and that nasty cunt hair I decided on her pussy. I've always thought of puberty as spoilage. I know it's just a natural part of a girl's life but to me it's like a fine wine turning to vinegar or milk souring. Settling down between her beautiful legs she took my cock in her hands and guided it to her fuck hole. She rubbed it up and down her silky slit to get it wet. Once I felt the entrance I plunged in. God she was tight. The same gripping action she gave my fingers she doubled on my cock. Maybe tripled. Think of it. These were the same muscles she'd use later to push out a baby. All that strength and power and she was using it on a cock. It felt like sticking my dick in a vice. While I was stroking in and out the pressure was tight and constant. When I would rest deep inside her pussy the pressure rippled along its entire length from tip to root. Her moans and sighs in my ear added another layer to the experience. Whether they were real or rehearsed didn't matter. Her legs rubbing against my ribs, her Mary Janes on my ass pulling me in deeper. Her hands clasped behind my neck. She must have been an honor student. I felt so comfortable, so loved. To extend our fuck, and experience more of this girl, I leaned back and doing so pulled her up until she was sitting on my thighs but only got a few strokes that way before she pushed me clear onto my back. She was riding my cock before my back touched the mattress. Lifting herself with those fantastic legs and slamming back down, rocking her hips and grinding her pussy on me, all the while massaging my cock with her cunt muscles. She was better than Niki and that's high praise. I hope they teach Krista to do this. I tried to fuck her but the way she had her feet hooked over my knees kept me from using my legs. She was in complete control, riding me like a cowgirl with my cock as her saddle. That's how Miss Sherwood found us. My Thai girl was fucking the shit out of me, playing with my nipples like I was playing with hers, squeezing her little tits, and just enjoying the ride. Marion stood by the door and watched with this wry smile on her lips. I thought I detected a little rubbing together of her thighs but it could have been wishful thinking. I did notice that the girl locked eyes with her Headmistress as soon as she heard the door close. A message was communicated silently with just a look because the girl slammed down and stayed down, grinding her cunt and milking my cock for all it was worth. She pinched my nipples hard, even digging her nails in a little. I understood. Pain and pleasure. Words I lived by. Within seconds I was shooting off in her pussy, filling her womb with cum. Hot cream. She let me rest a bit before climbing off, cum trickling out of her cunt, drenching my crotch. She got a towel to clean us off but I stopped her from cleaning me. "Go to the bathroom and clean yourself properly. Take your clothes and close the door behind you. I think Miss Sherwood has something she needs to show me." Miss Sherwood's wry smile disappeared. The Thai girl quickly followed orders and left us alone. "Now that we're alone you can suck my cock clean. I didn't want to undermine your position here by having you do it in front of a student." "I don't think we have time for............" "Make time Marion. Suck my cock. Now!" I know she didn't want to do it but once a Trade School Girl always a Trade School Girl. Her obedience training wouldn't let her disobey a Master. I was still lying on my back when she knelt beside the bed. The expression on her face did a poor job of masking her displeasure at the task ahead. I could care less. She cut my time with that Thai girl short and I can't forgive that. Bitch. "Hurry up. I thought you said we had no time yet now you waste it. Just open your mouth and do your job, whore." "Just open your mouth." Those words stabbed her ears. Headmistress Marion Sherwood became little Marion again, living with her mother and learning hard life lessons before arriving at the newly opened Fitzwalter Academy For Girls. No one knew much about her history but Miss Marion relived pieces of it every night. She dreams of men waking her up saying, "just open your mouth baby." She remembers the taste and smell of sweaty, filthy men stuffing their cocks into her mouth. Just 5 years old when her mother started bring men to her. A single mother who lost her job and couldn't make enough money selling her own body to support herself and her daughter. She noticed that the few "Johns" she did manage to score always gave her little girl the eye when she brought them to her apartment. "You turn her out yet? I'd pay a lot to have her suck my dick." At first she thought they were joking but the more she heard the comments and offers, plus the landlord's threats of eviction, the more she was convinced to do it for a short while. She tried fooling herself saying that she was a little girl and wouldn't remember when she got older. She told herself it would only be until they got caught up with the bills. But bills come every month and every month the little girl sucked more cock. That wasn't enough for some. Though she was never fucked their hands touched her all over. Her asshole and pussy were explored but never violated. Mother prevented that. Her baby-fat tits were squeezed and pulled until they turned black and blue. Her mother hated herself and made the decision to give her daughter up. She left her at a hospital were the little girl sat frightened and alone until an orderly noticed her. The hospital called Child Services and they took the girl away. Though new to the area, Mr. Shaw's organization already had fingers in the CS Dept. Instead of going to a foster home she ended up at the Fitz where they gave her a new name to go with her new life. They named her Marion Sherwood. She never saw her mother again and despite her mother's effort to keep her daughter from becoming a sex toy the little girl continued to suck dick..........and much much more. Miss Sherwood took my cock in her hand and jacked it back to life, making it hard and rigid in no time. She hadn't lost her touch. She parted her lips and extended her tongue. The sweet taste of the Thai girls juices were rich and heavy like honey. Combined with the salty taste of my cum it made for a unique flavor. Pursing her lips tightly she pushed down on my cock. The sensation to my cock was almost like pushing into a tight asshole except no asshole had a tongue rubbing the underside near its mushroom head. The stud in her tongue added another dimension to the experience. Swishing her tongue from side to side moved the barbell stud across its underside like a windshield wiper. It pressed against my cock, digging into its flesh. A little painful but just enough to enhance the pleasure. Her mouth felt cavernous compared to the preteen mouths I was accustomed to. Not as nice as a 10 year old's that's for sure. In a preteen mouth you can feel its roof, the tongue, the cheeks all around your cock, cradling it, hugging it. Despite her handicap Marion's blowjob was better than most adult woman have given me. It was no doubt her Trade School training. It's the only way she could make me cum so soon after cumming in the Thai girl. I could feel my balls stirring again but I didn't want to cum in Marion's mouth. Grabbing her by her thick curly brown hair I lifted her off my cock. "Well Marion, you've seen me naked twice and I haven't had that pleasure with you once. Why don't you hike that skirt up and climb aboard?" Slowly she raised the hem of her narrow, tight fitting skirt revealing some serious legs. The Thai girl wasn't the only one with ballerina legs in the joint. Long, tight, and muscular without looking hard. The dark silk stockings only made them look more beautiful, accentuating every curve, every line. It took some effort because the skirt was tight around her hips but finally she presented me with the most beautiful ass on Earth. Twin pink globes. Firm and round. She had to be in her late twenties but had the ass of a 16 year old. "Pussy or ass Master?" "I think I'd like your ass Miss Marion." I turned my body so that my legs were hanging off the edge with my feet on the floor. Marion dutifully straddled my hips. From where I was, with her legs spread that way, I looked up at a perfectly shaved pussy or maybe it was waxed. Not caring for mature pussy too much I rarely noticed such details but for a grown woman she had an exceptional cunt. After ordering her to face away from me Marion began her slow decent. It was then that I saw something I'd never seen before. As she bent over she somehow opened her asshole. I could see inside her anus. It was dark and deep. In all my years I'd fucked a lot of asses, young and old, but it never occurred to me to look inside one. I've stretched cunts open with my fingers and looked inside, even spit in them, but I'd never looked inside an asshole. Hers opened wide and swallowed my cock then suddenly snapped shut like a bear trap. Her muscle control was amazing. Testament to her Academy training. Using her magnificent legs she raised and lowered herself on my cock. I've just about run out of ways to describe how good I've been made to feel since starting this tale so just use your imaginations. Suffice it to say that it was great. Not near ejaculating but pretty damn close I told Marion to get off and suck me off. She lifted herself off my cock, gracefully spun around, knelt at my feet, opened her mouth and took me inside. Though she was performing magnificently I still harbored some resentment. She did after all cut my time with the Thai girl short. As I felt the familiar stirring in my balls I grabbed her by the hair and pulled off my cock. When my cum flew it caught Marion in her face with a good portion landing in her hair. "Master, my hair. I still have parents to attend today. I can't let them see me like this." "Maybe next time you won't interfere when I'm sampling the product. I wasn't done with her yet." I ordered her to go to the bathroom and clean her hair as best as she could and then to return to me. My tour continued to the Elite building. More little girls, this time in blue. Beautiful little girls. But something was different over here. Where the Trade girls were more "standardized" the Elite girls who had money spent some of it to "accessorize" their uniforms. Some wore leggings in various colors and patterns under their blue plaid skirts. Fishnet stockings were another popular choice. I even spotted a few wearing custom versions of the uniform, tailored to hug their prepubescent bodies. Bangles and bracelets were abundant. So were rings and earrings. Shoes were a big item. Where the Trade Girls wore school issued oxfords or Mary Janes, the Elite Girls wore a variety of footwear. Most wore expensive sneakers or bejeweled ballerina flats and low heels but there were some in sexy platforms and high heels. A few had their legs caressed by thigh high boots of the softest supplest leather and suede. I noticed lots of girls in sandals with manicures and pedicures and beautifully painted nails. Most of the girls wore make-up but you could tell that a few had theirs professionally applied. Eyebrows plucked and shaped, lashes lengthened, lips painted, even colored contacts. I asked Miss Sherwood about this. "Some of our clients provide extras for their girls. It's their privilege. Besides the obvious clothing and jewelry a few have make-up artists and hair stylists visit the school to attend to the girls. A select few maintain apartments here for their parental visits. This is the kind of cliental we attract." I guess the playing field wasn't as level as I first thought. No way could the Elite scholarship girls compete. I would bring Krista some of her own accessories but nothing like what I was seeing here. Too rich for the likes of us. I wouldn't be "sampling the product" over here. Shame. I saw some outstanding young beauties there. The classrooms here were much the same except they had fewer students per teacher. The dorms were considerably different. Instead of 4 room suites the girls had private bedrooms with a bathroom. Each had a TV, Playstation, and computer with internet connection. Just like the Trade dorms the girls had 2 movie theaters, a gameroom with ping pong, billiard, and air- hockey tables. An arts & crafts room, TV room, and access to the basement pool though at different times from the Trade School girls. Marion took me to Krista's room where we found my little girl dressed in her blue plaid uniform, white kneesocks and Mary Jane flats. She was busy organizing a pile of issued clothing into drawers and the closet. In addition to uniforms she had school sweaters and sweat shirts, a light school jacket for the Fall and a heavier one for winter. Winter weight tights, winter boots, and other stuff. Upon hearing us enter she whipped around. "Daddy! Isn't this great? I love my room and all the school clothes. I can't wait for tomorrow. I already met some girls and they were real nice." As if she suddenly realized she hadn't kissed me yet she dropped the load she was carrying and, with a flying leap, jumped into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck and her legs around my waist, she gave me the tightest DeeDee (Daddy/Daughter) kiss ever. That's what we called a normal ordinary no tongues kiss. Contrary to what I've described throughout my story those were the most common kisses in our home. It wasn't always prelude to a fuck. It was an expression of love. Pure and simple love. "I'm so glad you like it here. Miss Sherwood showed me around and I saw all the classrooms and the fun places like the movie theaters and the pool." "Yeah, the pool. I'm gonna like that." "You're supposed to make a list of things you'd like from home." "OK Daddy. I don't want much. Just some stuff for the walls and my iPod. BooBoo the Bear, my bed comforter, and pillows. My desk lamp, my rocking chair, the rug, .................. Is that too much?" "Why don't we start with the small stuff and see how it goes?" Miss Marion escorted us to the dinning hall where Krista and I had a delicious supper. Afterwards Krista took me on her own whirlwind tour. All too quickly our time was up and I kissed my sweety goodnight and left for my empty apartment. Headmistress Sherwood met me at the elevators. "Mr. Reyes? Mr. Shaw would like to speak to you." We walked to the offices and there he was, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. This was probably one of his busiest days of the school year. "Guy. Good to see you. Like what you see? What does Krista think about it?" "I think it's great and Krista's as happy as can be." "Guy, I wanted you to know about a private service I extend to certain members of our group. Visiting weekends are every two weeks and I know how tough it can be without, shall we say, "companionship." For certain people I can provide products, usually 48 hours at a time. You think that's something you might be interested in?" "That's very generous of you. Two weeks, huh. I thought I'd see her every weekend. Would I be disrupting training or production if I did?" "Not at all. That's all been factored in. Here's a Trade School catalog. The available product has a green dot next to its picture. Just call the office to arrange delivery. Now don't tell anyone else about this. We can't include everyone." It was a catalog of all the Trade School girls with clothed and nude pictures along with a list of talents. Probably the one supplied to clients. Not every girl was available but there were enough. All kinds of girls, ages from 6 to 12 years old. Flipping through it I saw Emma had a green dot but not the Thai girl. Pity, but how could I complain? I hadn't really started working for him yet I was already reaping the benefits. Mr. Shaw was called away so we said our goodbyes and I headed back to the elevators. A car was waiting for me in the garage to take me home. The rest of my week was lonely. No Krista meant no snuggling under the covers. No cuddling on the couch watching TV. No company cooking and eating meals. I missed my Baby Girl. Every once in a while I'd pick up the catalog Mr. Shaw gave me and thumb through it looking at the pictures and reading their listings. It had only been two days and I didn't want to seem desperate or greedy but on the third night............. "Hello? Fitzwalter Academy? This is Mr. Reyes. I was told to call this number by Mr.Shaw.... Yes, it's about ordering a girl for...... Oh, 48 hour product sampling.... Yes, I'll remember next time.... Product number? Yes, it's 2253 on page 45.... What costume? Page 6? OK. I'm sorry I'm being so difficult. It's my first time ordering, I mean sampling.... You're so kind. I tell you what. I'll leave the costume up to you, just make sure she's not barefoot.... What was that you said? Yes, I'm sure I will enjoy myself. Two hours? Excellent.... Well thank you very much, and have a good evening yourself." Number 2253 was an 11 year old Moroccan girl with long thick wavy hair, black of course, with dark olive skin and bright green eyes. Small for her age at 4 feet 5 inches and very thin. She couldn't weigh over 60 pounds. Still she wasn't bony, at least not in her picture. But it wasn't her picture that made me order her. Her description said she was born in Casablanca and trained as a bondage slave. I love bondage but hadn't practiced any since I got rid of Jane. I didn't think Krista was ready for my rougher side. Hard fucking and some spanking yes but not true BDSM. Not yet anyway. And born in Casablanca? One of my all time favorite movies. I had to order her. It was kismet. I was almost giddy with excitement. I had to get things ready so I dug out my goody bag. I already had anchors for hooks in the ceiling. Likewise in the bed frame for rings. I had ropes, straps, cuffs, gags, blindfolds, and more in my kit. I ran things through my head. Ways I wanted to tie the girl. How I would discipline her. How I would fuck her. Just the thought of such an exotic little girl had me in a sweat. Morocco was totally unknown to me as far as the culture went. I knew the geography and a little history but the people were a mystery to me. As a Muslim country I assumed the women to be subservient but what if I was wrong? After all, this was the 21st century and maybe this kid was more modern, rejecting her culture and religion. If she was, then all the more reason for me to discipline her, right? The anticipation was killing me. It seemed much longer but two hours later my intercom buzzed. It was my delivery. I hit the button and stood by the door. A few minutes later he arrived with my companion. This was a very discrete operation. He was wearing a UPS uniform and pushing a handcart with a large carbon fiber case with latches and handles. I signed his clipboard and he wheeled it inside. If anyone were watching it appeared like an ordinary delivery. He left and I stared at the case. It was like a Christmas present. I undid the latches and lifted the lid. The inner case was lined with foam rubber and soft micro-fiber cloth. Alcantra I think it's called. Folded inside was a tiny dark skinned girl. I reached in and pulled her up. She was a little unsteady at first but after a minute she was fine. Her name was Fanta and she was gorgeous. Dark olive skin and thick lustrous black hair with curls tumbling down to her ass like a black waterfall. Her thick black eyebrows cast a shadow on her bright green eyes. It gave her a cat- like stare. Her nose was long and thin with wide nostrils. Wide, but still delicate. One of them was pierced with a gold ring, as were her ears and one eyebrow. Her mouth was small and bordered by extremely thin lips. Her lower one wore a gold ring as well. Her make up was light except around her eyes. They were adorned with thick black eyeliner, top and bottom, with black mascara on her lashes. Her face may have had some powder but if so it was very little. Just enough to knock any shine down. Her lips wore only some clear lip gloss. When she smiled she revealed a set of bright pink gums and pearly white teeth that looked all the brighter because of her dark olive skin. Fanta was dressed in a harem type costume made of sheer scarves in bright colors that hinted at her nipples and slit underneath. Around her neck was a thin gold chain that looped around her neck about 3 times. Her top was less of a shirt and more like a short poncho. No sleeves or any other structure, it just a sheer silk patchwork, with a hole in its middle for her head. It sort of draped over her shoulders, front and back, tying around her ribcage leaving her midriff bare. Same for her skirt. Just sheer multicolored silk scarves hanging loosely from a band sitting low her hips. The scarves floated about her legs, swishing and swaying when she moved. Between her top and the skirt was another gold chain wrapped three times around her waist. As I requested she wasn't bare footed and for once I was glad I hadn't been more specific. Fanta wore leather thong sandals decorated with painted scrolling designs and highlighted with gold and jewels. On the smaller toes of each foot were gold and silver rings with intricate engravings. Each unique and delicate. Around her ankles she wore gold slave shackles. She had gold slave bracelets around her wrists too. Both the bracelets and shackles had these silver medallions hanging from them that jingled as she moved. The final touch were beautifully hand-painted ivy scrolls on her hands and feet done with red henna. The combined affect was amazing. Fanta looked like she just stepped out of "The Arabian Nights". I even liked her feet. With my lust at fever pitch I wasted no time and grabbed her by her neck chains, intending to drag her the bedroom, when she winced in pain. Pulling up her top I discovered that the chains extended down her chest. When I tugged them I was also pulling on her nipples whose rings were connected to her choke chain. Out of curiosity I pulled on her waist chain and sure enough I was jerking her clit. Since my intention tonight was to inflict a certain amount of pain this discovery made me smile. There was no need for words. The Moroccan slave girl knew what she was there for. Grabbing her chains again I pulled her to my bedroom. She sounded like wind chimes when she walked as the medallions on her wrists and ankles jingled. I was out of practice. It had been a long time since I tied Jane to the dining room table and whipped her back and ass until cherry red. No blood, just a nice hot glow, like embers of a dying fire. Fanta would be the first time since Korea that I had a little girl to inflict pain on. I had to be careful. From my experiences in Korea their tender skin was easy to break, leaving marks and even scars. Fanta was so beautiful that the last thing I wanted to do was damage her. I especially didn't want to return her to the school with marks. I decided to limit our play to bondage, spanking, slapping, and fucking. Lots of fucking. Fanta stood still as I fastened a thick black leather belt around her waist. She then obediently climbed onto the bed and laid on her back. I ordered her to bend her legs at the knees then, using black nylon straps, I bound her ankles to her thighs. Additional straps run behind her knees and around her thighs were threaded through steel loops in the belt. The tighter I pulled on those straps the wider her legs spread. Her legs were now bent at the knees and splayed apart to the sides. Next I pulled her arms behind her back and tied her elbows and wrists together. I know that the pain at her shoulders and hips is excruciating when bound this way. I covered her mouth with a black leather gag. This was no ordinary gag though. It had a fat stubby rubber cock, also black, that filled her tiny mouth. I tightly fastened its straps behind her neck. I skipped the dog collar since it would have covered that beautiful chain around her neck. I positioned her to watch me set up pulleys and a hoist to attachment points already in the ceiling. Her eyes were wide opened as I laid out my tools of pain on the bed before her. Nipple clamps, lead weights, floggers, riding crops, candles, canes, and more. I didn't intend to use them all tonight but the look on her face and sweat on her brow was what I was after. I wrapped additional ropes around her and fastened them to the pulleys. My lifting rig isn't over my bed so I carry Fanta down to the floor, under the dangling ropes. One by one I clip them to my little Bedouin Beauty, adjusting them so she won't flop to one side or the other, I take up the slack and hoist her up until she's a few inches off the floor, floating like she's a genie. A push with my boot sends her swinging and twirling. I know I said I was limiting our physical play to spanking and slapping but I couldn't help myself. Seeing all that smooth baby soft skin was intoxicating. Taking the flogger off the bed I give it a few practice swings. It makes such a great sound. It has dozens of wide leather strips that howl when the air rushes between them. Scary sounding shit. Fanta's nostrils were flaring with each breath and her eyes were opened wide. I catch my whirling dervish and stop her travels. Raising her a bit higher, my first stroke was to her belly. The next to her thighs. I followed them with 5 or 6 to her chest and belly. By this time Jane would be cherry red but Fanta showed no signs of being kissed by leather. Her darker skin hid the marks. Her skin may have been thicker too, I don't know. Careful not to get too carried away I concentrated on parts of her body that would be hidden by her school uniform. The beauty of my rig was that with a few changes I could flip my subject over quickly and easily. Fanta's back now lay before me. I'm all about the aesthetics and I adjusted the ropes so her spine was swayed with a nice arch. I attached another rope to Fanta's wrist bindings and pulled them up out of the way. Her muffled scream was delicious. I swear I almost came when I heard the flogger slap her back for the first time. The rubber cock in her mouth stifled her scream but I heard it very clearly. It sounded like she asked for more so I obliged her. Lost in the rapture I laid the flogger to her back and ass with joyful abandon. I held back and softened the blows but made up for it in quantity. Finally welts started to rise on her back. They were my reward and at the same time my gift to Fanta. If they were mere punishment I could simply have beat her and saved myself the trouble of binding her. No, these were what a slave was born to. The fact that her master took the time to bind her and treat her special is an act of love. I'm sure Fanta knew this from her time in Morocco and her training in school. I put down the flogger and flipped her over so she was face-up again. Her beautiful eye make-up was a mess. Black streaks ran along her nose while she was face-down but now backtracked being face-up. I know it's evil but I get a thrill seeing little girls cry. Not the fake tantrum tears they use to get things they want but real honest tears. These were as real as they get. To thank her for the pleasure she was giving me I gave her my cock. The hoist made it easy to lift the girl to fucking height. Standing between Fanta's knees I rubbed the tip of my prick along her slit. I couldn't believe how slick and wet she had gotten from her beating. I didn't notice while I administered her discipline but she may have even cum from her flogging. Seeing no need for foreplay I stepped in and shoved my meat into her with all my might. Through her cock gag I could swear I heard her scream a thank you. Taking that as a request for a good fucking I laid into her hard and fast. The one thing I hate about amateur child porn is how the camera is focused on the girl's pussy. After a while watching a cock drilling a girlish cunt gets boring (I think there's a pun there somewhere). I'd rather see her whole body, especially her face. When someone is bound and gagged it's their facial reactions they communicate with. Head shakes and nodding. A heaving chest. Rolling eyes. The sweat on her brow. Fanta didn't disappoint me. When I suspended Jane I had to hold her fast to keep her from swinging as a result of me banging her cunt. Sometimes my thrusts were out of synch with her swinging and caused my cock to slip out of her hole. I discovered that I could let go of Fanta, fuck her as hard as I liked, and never pop out of her cunt. I think it was her lighter weight, less momentum. I stepped in and found myself bouncing her pussy off my crotch, no hands. Now I could finger her clit and squeeze her tiny tits. I could slap her ass and thighs. Staring into her eyes I could see Fanta's mind working. It looked like fear but I also sensed anger. Maybe even hate. Excellent. I could use that. Rather than being a passive frightened victim she was fighting me as best she could being trussed up like a Thanksgiving turkey. I was fucking a tigress. She was using her body to increase the swinging, like a kid on playground swings, to maybe hurt my cock. I could feel her cunt muscles squeezing and bearing down on my dick to push it out like toothpaste from a tube and to keep it out. In addition she began bouncing the rig to maybe pull it down from the ceiling. All this time her shackles were jingling up a storm like wind-chimes on a stormy night. With my cock still buried in her cunt I side-stepped around until I could reach the bed. Taking a riding crop in my hand I gave it a few slices through the air, without making contact, just to catch Fanta's attention. Her eyes grew large and the veins in her neck stood out. The muffled sounds from her stuffed mouth grew louder. They were definitely defiant curses. Though not in english she still made herself understood. I intended the harmless slices to be a warning for her to calm down but my little harem princess was having none of that. Her bound legs were kicking and shaking, trying as hard as she could to kick me. Up to a point her defiance was entertaining and even exciting but enough was enough. The crop kissed her left nipple first, making a snapping sound as loud as I'm sure it was painful. Fanta winced, her nostrils flaring, and slobber flowing from her lips and down her cheeks. Another kiss, to her stomach this time, had the same effect and reaction. She was already red with welts from the earlier floggings and this just added to those. All the while I was still fucking her. With each snap of the crop her cunt would squeeze my cock, squirting nectar out of her fuck hole and all over my groin. Her smell was heavy in the room and I breathed it in like sweet perfume. My thoughts went to Krista and how I wished it was her I was attending to. Hopefully her training at the Fritz would bring the day I could show her my darker side sooner than expected. Meanwhile Fanta was tiring. That or she was finally giving in. Her resistance was fading but not her anger. It was all in her eyes. My cock was as hard as I could remember. A good discipline session always does that to me. I lay the crop on her tummy and that seemed to calm her. My hands went back to teasing her clit as my cock continued to slip in and out her pussy. Tired as she was she couldn't stop the rush of her orgasm even if she wanted to. I felt it hit as her cunt bore down hard on my cock as if she were in labor and giving birth to it. It was all I could stand. My cock erupted, flooding her small womb with my semen. I was drained, literally. It was a powerful orgasm that left my legs wobbly. I looked at Fanta. She was drenched with sweat. The hair on her forehead and face was wet and stuck to her skin. I slowly made my way to the bathroom and wet a washcloth with warm water and returned to the ravaged little girl. I brushed her hair away with my hand and wiped her down with the washcloth starting with her face. With the streaked, thick make-up cleaned from her face I could see what a child she really was. The dark eye make-up made her look older and tougher. Now I could appreciate her youth, her innocence. I had no idea how many times, and by how many men, she'd been fucked and used but a child is a child. Being small for her age made her seem more-so. The catalog said she was 11yo but now she looked no more than 9. That's a big difference in preteen years. Though she seemed calm I could still see fire in her eyes. Not trusting her to keep quiet if I removed her gag I went to the kitchen and filled a glass with water. Grabbing one of Krista's Crazy Straws I showed them to Fanta. "If you scream or yell you get nothing." That quenched the fire in her eyes. She reluctantly nodded her head and I undid the gag and removed the stubby fat cock from her mouth. After some stretching of her jaw and lips she takes a few sips and says, "Thank you Master." "That's a good girl." She emptied the glass and asked for more. With all I sweated out of her, and adding the trip over in the case, I wasn't surprised at how thirsty she was. Her body had time to process the all the slaps, flogging, and crop kisses and I could see welts rising all over. A man can't be a good Master if he doesn't care for his charges. Going to the bedroom I returned with a tube of healing ointment. Gently I rubbed some on Fanta. She at once responded with moans and sighs. They weren't only from the pain my rubbing must have given her. They sounded mostly of pleasure. My cum was still dribbling out of her cunt but I could see that it was mixed with fresh cunt juice. My slave was getting excited. So was her Master. Tossing the tube of ointment on the bed I straddled her head and rubbed my ball sack on her face. Teabagging it's called. "Lick it." Nothing. "Lick it." Still nothing. The defiant Fanta was back. I picked up the flogger and rustled it. Fanta stiffened. My first stroke was powerful and landed on her cunt. Same with the second and third. A good Master doesn't argue with a piece of fuck meat. After the fourth stroke I heard her whimper. The fifth brought a long low moan. It tickled my nuts. After the sixth and seventh strikes I felt a wetness as her tongue touched my scrotum. After a full ten whacks my ball sack was wet with her saliva and I'm sure some tears. Her trembling moans and quivering tongue felt luxurious. "Lick my asshole." No hesitation this time. Fanta stretched and strained until the tip of her tongue touched my anus. Even the light touch she managed sent shivers up and down my back. Wanting more I squatted on her face. Now, with her face buried between my butt cheeks, she could and did, probe my asshole deeply. I've always loved ass play and ass fucking as long as I was the one in charge. Rarely had I explored being on the receiving end. Getting a finger up my ass was OK if the girl knew what she was doing though more often than not she didn't. How could she at the ages I preferred. But I fell in love with getting my ass licked and rimmed from the first time. I don't know if Fanta had done this before but she was doing just fine. She had my asshole puckering and sent chills up and down my spine. Her heavy breath passed over my nuts adding to the sensations. My cock grew harder and I needed to stick it in her soon. Rising off her face was a hard decision as Fanta's ministrations got better and better but she had 2 holes I needed to explore yet. I shuffled back and placed a finger to her chin which was a signal she recognized immediately. Her mouth opened wide and my cock entered her mouth easily. Now remember, she's hanging from my rig face-up and her head is unsupported. When her head hangs this way her throat straightens out. This gives me a chance at some deep throat fucking. That is if her throat is wide enough and she doesn't gag. Fanta's mouth was tiny but my cock isn't all that fat so it was a good fit. Her thin lips closed around my cock and she began to suck, hard. I guess she didn't want another flogging. Her sucking caved her cheeks in so much that I could feel their velvety inner membrane rubbing my cock's head. So soft and warm. Her tongue caressed the underside of my cock. I was in heaven. I wanted more. I wanted her throat. I pushed deeper. I was right about her throat straightening out. Unfortunately I was also right about her throat being narrow. Pulling out so Fanta could take a breath I also raised her a couple of inches hoping to get a straighter shot down her throat. Going back in I seemed to get a little deeper but not actually into her throat. I couldn't complain though. Every second my cock was in her mouth brought indescribable sensations. Her lips were hugging it. Her tongue was massaging it. Her cheeks were soothing it. And though it was denying it entry, her throat was teasing it. Pulling out again I was just about to give up and settle for an ordinary blow job when Fanta spoke up. "Master, I can swallow your cock if you don't push too much." Fanta, it seemed, had some control over her gag reflex, unless you tried to muscle your way down her throat. That's what was keeping me out of her throat. It was then I realized that for the whole time she'd been here we had never really spoken. I was so wrapped up in my harem fantasy that I hadn't gotten to know her like I usually do with my playmates. She opened her mouth wide and I inserted my cock in her mouth but resisted the urge to push. Fanta closed her lips around and began to suck. After a second or two I felt her tongue and lips working my cock together, drawing it in deeper. When my cock head neared the entrance to her throat I felt her throat muscles relax making it easier for the tongue to pull the mushroom shaped head in. Suddenly her throat contracted, gripping my cock like it was a piece of sausage and literally swallow it. It was in another world now. Her lips and throat squeezed it, her tongue rubbed it, and her larynx tortured it. Every moan caused a storm of vibrations to course through my cock and up my spine. A magnificent torture to be sure. I began stroking making sure not to pull back too far as to pop out of her throat. When I'd feel her "uh-uh" on my cock I'd pull out completely so she could breath but when she opened wide I go back in for more. The question was, "how long I could hold before cumming". The answer was, "not as long as I would have liked". After about five or six breathing spells the familiar tremble began in my legs. I pushed as deep down her throat as I could and let go a load of cum down her esophagus and directly into her stomach. The only cum in her mouth was what she swabbed off my cock as I pulled out. I had to sit down before I collapsed. I sat and watched Fanta swinging in my rig and thought how marvelous it would be to keep her but the next second I remembered the advice I received about separating the pleasure side of this business from the business itself. Maybe this was a test of Mr. Shaw's to see how I handled it. I'm sure he's had many an associate fall to temptation before. I remember as a kid working for KFC. They would let you eat all the chicken you wanted all day long. It was a sweet deal until I realized their intention was to get you sick and tired of chicken so you'd concentrate on the job not the food. Fanta, Niki, Mary, Emma, and the Thai girl were all product. My job was to keep production going. An occasional piece of chicken was OK but I couldn't let my love for chicken get in the way of the job. Smart guy this Mr. Shaw. After a brief rest I proceeded to free Fanta from the rig and her restraints. Her arms and legs were numb and useless so I laid her on my bed until she recovered their use. I peeled her clothes off till all she wore were her chains and shackles. The shackles weren't locked so off they came. The gold chains I left for her to remove. She really was quite beautiful. Thin but not so any ribs or bones showed. Her legs weren't as long as I liked but they were very shapely with nice muscle tone. No tits or hips to speak of but there was plenty of time for that. In the meantime she had plenty more to offer. Like I said she was very easy on the eyes. She possessed a great face, long thick hair, a tight round ass, a plump pussy, a tight cunt, and that fantastic deep throat. All that plus she was only 11yo. Upon close inspection I could see faint traces of old scars. Remains of past whippings. I don't think they were administered at the Fritz. They must have been done in Morocco. What I did that day didn't break her skin and the welts would be gone in a few days. What I found on her had drawn blood and were faint only because they were given to her when she was very young, maybe 4 or 5yo. No wonder she fought me so fiercely. I felt sorry in a way but I had to remember that she was product and nothing more. In way of thanking her for the pleasure she'd given me so far I ran the tub for her. My place happens to have an oversized Jacuzzi tub. I rarely use it as I prefer the shower but Krista has become a Jacuzzi fan. After being subjected to the straps and floggings and everything else I thought a nice warm bath was the least I could do. I refused to get caught in the pity trap. Her fate was what it was and I'm sure a hell of a lot better than it would've been had she stayed in Morocco. Besides I could tell this girl wasn't headed for a whorehouse or street corner. She was being groomed for a buyer. A man who appreciated the exotic. Whomever and wherever that man was he was going to play rough but pamper her afterwards. Just like I was preparing to do. Before Krista this tub didn't get much use. Honestly because I'm too lazy to scrub it out after using it. My deal with Krista is if she uses it she cleans it. And how she cleans it is on housecleaning day to strip naked, get in the tub and scrub it. She gets all messy with cleanser but then she hops into my shower and rinses off. It puts a halt to housecleaning day as I usually get in the shower with her and do nasty things with my angel. I added some bath oil to the water and some bubble bath too. I switched the jacuzzi jets on and went to get Fanta. Poor kid had dozed off on my bed but not before removing her jewelry. God, she looked so peaceful and innocent laying there. I had to resist my urge to stick my cock inside her. Many a time Krista had been napping like this and been rudely awoken by just such an attack. One of my viler fantasies was to rape a little girl in her own bed while the family slept. Not that I'd ever do it in real life but what was real about the life I was leading? I mean, come on. Jane giving me her daughter? A sex school for little girls? Preteen pussy delivery to my door with just a phone call? So resist I did, picked Fanta up in my arms, and took her to the master bathroom. She woke up on the way and curled her arms around my neck. "Master, where are you......." "I am taking you to the Jacuzzi to take a nice hot bath, my tiny toy." I was a little disappointed upon reaching the tub. The bubbles weren't as rich as I had expected. Maybe it was the bath oil. Oh well, there were some bubbles, the water was hot, and the bathroom smelled of vanilla oil. Not wanting to scald her I sat her at the edge of the tub. She tested the water with her hand and slowly dipped her foot in first. The temperature must have suited her because she soon was covered with bubbles. "Here's a washcloth and the soap and shampoos are over there." As I turned to leave I heard....... "Aren't you going to join me Master?" "Do you want me to?" "Yes Master." "You know what will probably happen don't you?" "Yes Master, I do." What could I do but take off my robe and join her?