Overwhelmed from observing the Pigsty and the Strip Club, Luke descended the spiral staircase from the observation deck of the Platinum Palace and headed across the large lower room towards the information desk. He needed to gather his wits about him.
"Luke!" Chad called out. "You decided to come along on the choosing. That's great!" Chad turned to indicate a middle-aged man in a Hawaiian shirt and a woman in a flowery long dress, both sporting Platinum Members badges and both about thirty pounds overweight. "This is George and his wife, Jenna, from Milwaukee. George, Jenna, this is Luke. So, are we all ready to head out?"
"Oh yes, yes please!" matronly Jenna squeaked. Her husband, with his arm around her shoulder, nodded his enthusiastic agreement.
"Uh, yeah, sure," Luke said.
It was a bit of a trek back out into the park - up a flight of stairs and down a different long hallway that seemed to curve back on itself - but in a few minutes Luke, the couple, Chad and another park employee emerged back into the sunshine. Throngs of park goers swept around them.
"Alright then!" Chad said. "We'll just head this way. These crowds are thick and quick today, so if you see your choice don't wait to speak up." He led their group up a crowded lane, then turned off into a quieter area. "Fewer people here," Chad said, "easier to make out one from another. We'll just hold here for a few minutes and see if you find what you're looking for."
"So, uh, Chad - sorry, but I don't quite get what we're doing," Luke finally said quietly to Chad as the middle-aged couple eagerly scanned people going by.
Chad stepped closer to Luke so that he could explain in private. "So, we're here for you to pick someone out of the crowd, if you want to. Once you pick them, we'll flash them - you'll see how that works - and take them back to the Palace for 'orientation.' We call it 'orientation,' but, really, it's massive brainwashing. Hey, don't look so shocked."
"Jesus," Luke whispered. "You mean, like, those women back there, and the men too, the ones in those rooms. They, they... they were brainwashed? How? I mean, Jesus."
Chad scowled for a moment, then brightened. "Luke, you're a Platinum Pass Member and all that, and you got lucky with this first-day choosing thing, but don't ask how. Okay? Just don't ask. It's above your pay grade, if you know what I mean. Ha! Maybe I should say it's above your 'payment' grade?"
Luke was still perplexed. "Okay, fine, so I won't ask. But..." A scream of delight interrupted him.
"There, there, that one!" the portly Jenna exclaimed rather too loudly. And she was pointing, pointedly, at a boy of about fifteen, a skinny, slouching specimen who was nonetheless quite good looking. He had black curly hair and dark features, with large brown bedroom eyes. Despite his slouch he was tall and athletic looking.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" Jenna's husband spoke excitedly, the first words he'd uttered on their outing.
Chad stepped up beside the couple and said quietly, "You're quite sure? You know you only get one choice - you may never get this chance again, so be certain."
"Oh no, I'm quite certain!" Jenna squawked. She looked to her husband, whose eyes were huge with excitement. He nodded his agreement almost violently.
"Okey-dokey," Chad said with a sardonic smile. "Just give us a minute to double check that he isn't a Platinum Pass member - although I don't see a badge." He turned to the other park worker who'd been trailing along just behind them. "Alex, let's do it, you know the drill," he said to the other man, "before he moves on and we have to chase him down."
Leaving the others, Chad and Alex strode smoothly up to the boy and engaged him in conversation that the others couldn't hear. The boy nodded his head and followed Alex to stand in front of a picturesque mural painted on the side of one of the shops. With the boy standing there, it became clear that the mural was the perfect backdrop for souvenir snapshots to remember one's visit to the great amusement park. And just as Chad's accomplice, Alex, stepped out of the view...
:::FLASH:::
Chad snapped a picture of the boy.
No one except those in Luke's small group noticed the boy's eyes go glassy, or his arms fall limply to the sides. Even his stance went slack and unnatural. But Alex was there in a flash, talking quietly to the boy, who rose up straighter and then stood patiently with a stupid smile on his face.
Chad turned back to Jenna and George who seemed giddy with excitement. "Now remind me, folks, where did you want the boy delivered? Was it a private room or one of the main participation rooms?"
"Oh, oh, not a private room, not at all," George blurted out.
"One of the main rooms then?"
The couple exchanged a quick, electrified, glance and then said in perfect unison, "The Psych Ward!"
"Ah, yes, I remember now." Chad said. "Very well then, The Psych Ward it is." He glanced at his watch. "Now, you know it will take a bit longer to get the boy 'oriented' for the Psych Ward, right?" The couple nodded excitedly. "Good, then you can just meet Alex, with your choice, at the Psych Ward in," he glanced at his watch, "forty-five minutes."
The happy couple bounced along, arm in arm and filled with excitement as they followed Alex and the dark-haired boy off towards the Platinum Palace. Luke and Chad were left alone.
Luke looked at Chad quizzically. "The Psych Ward?"
"I'm not sure you really want to know, Luke," was the reply.
"Yeah, you might be right. But, so, I think maybe I get it. Like, they got to choose the exact person they wanted to, well, what's the word - play with? And then you put the person through 'orientation' so that they have to go along with whatever the chooser wants?"
"That's about right, my friend. And afterwards, after a day or two - it depends - we implant pleasant memories of all the great times the person had at the park. Most of our visitors come back time and time again - after all they had a GREAT time here. Ha!"
"And all those women I saw back there, in The Pigsty and The Strip Club. They were all chosen like this?"
"Oh no, heavens no. Most of those were picked up in our regular sweeps. We bring in lots every day. You'd be surprised how many we need. It's a booming industry and our Platinum Pass members have to be well served. I've heard there's even talk of building a second Palace, over near the thrill rides. No, only a few are chosen by members - just a few each day. Quite the special treat for you, on your first day. So tell me, Luke, are you ready to make your choice? You don't have to, like I told you, but if you don't make your choice today or tomorrow, well, it may be a long time before you get another chance."
Luke scanned the crowd as he wrestled with his thoughts. It was incredible to think about choosing some perfectly innocent person and turning them into some kind of... some kind of what? Some kind of sex toy? The idea was repulsive, insane, ridiculous. But it was incredibly exciting and once again the erection straining at his pants was getting painful. He couldn't deny that a part of him really did want to do this - make a choice.
"I, I don't know! Damn, I..." And then Luke saw her. She was standing by herself, studying a park map, and the decision was made. "Oh wow, uh, whoah. Yes, yes, I'm ready. Fuck me, I am, I'm ready! Her! That one, right there. Jesus!"
The girl was stunning. Asian, probably Japanese, and incredibly beautiful. He thought she was somewhere between fourteen and twenty - who could tell? She was tiny, surely not even five feet, and perfectly proportioned with delicate features and small breasts. Straight black hair past her shoulders and adorable bangs. In the warmth of the summer sun she wore tight shorts and and wedge sandals with four-inch heels. Her sleeveless half-blouse was thin and silky, hanging lightly over small breasts and leaving an attractive expanse of exposed back and midriff. Her milky white skin was smooth and contrasted strongly with her long jet-black hair. She continued to stand still as she studied the map.
"You're sure?" Chad said. "She sure as hell couldn't hide a Platinum Pass in that outfit, could she? So she's fair game if your really want her."
"Oh yeah, I'm sure," Luke said breathlessly. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the vision of lovely perfection.
"You're the boss." Chad said with a sly smile. Then he brazenly walked up to the girl and engaged her in conversation. She looked up and smiled, then easily followed Chad over the mural to have her picture taken. Her smile, as Chad lifted the camera, was stunning - a row of small, perfect teeth surrounded by the most delicate, full, red lips. Chad stepped back two feet...
:::FLASH:::
and the girl's smile went slack, her eyes glassy and her posture drooped.
Chad led the compliant woman over to a slack-jawed Luke. "There you go, man," he said. "Now I just need to know - what's your pleasure? One of the participation rooms, or a private room? Wait, let me guess, private room - definitely a private room. I've seen that look before. Ha!" Chad gave Luke a friendly bump on his shoulder. "I tell you what - let's walk and I can fill you in on your options."
Luke stepped into pace with Chad and the gorgeous Japanese girl walked along five feet behind them. Luke wanted to turn and stare at her, but Chad told him not to, assuring him the girl would follow them without question. "Better not to draw attention to us," he said.
"So, let me explain how this works," Chad began as they strolled back the way they'd come. "Your little pretty back there needs to go to orientation and then we'll deliver her to you in a private room. If there's anything you need, just tell the attendant and we'll get it for you."
"What? I mean, need?" Luke stammered.
Chad rolled his eyes, but then he gave Luke his usual happy smirk. "Man, you are such a newbie! Anything you need - okay? Ropes, toys, cuffs, lube - you name it, we've heard of it and we've got it. Nothing surprises us, Luke. You're a Platinum Member, emphasis on Platinum! Got it?"
"Yeah, I guess?"
"So, anyway...." Chad said pointedly to get the conversation back on track. "If you just want a standard orientation it only takes fifteen minutes but your options are limited. If you want something special, then orientation can take a lot longer. It depends."
"Uh, options?" Luke asked.
"Yeah, yeah, the standard option are really pretty good. You think you have some special kink in mind, but it turns out most of the time one of the standard options will do just fine - unless you... Sorry. Options. Okay, so there are five basic options we can do with a quickie orientation." Chad counted the options off on his fingers as he ran through them. "One, there's romantically inclined - sounds boring but you'd be surprised how popular that one is. Two, you've got your standard slutty schoolgirl, basically the same as nymphomaniac." Chad looked back over his shoulder at the pretty Japanese teen who was dutifully following them. "Oh yeah, that would work, damn!" He sighed and gave Luke another of his wry smirks. "Three, and a personal favorite, is terrified and helpless. That one goes great with... well, I'll let you imagine. Don't want to take the fun out of it. And finally, options four and five are exact opposites of one another: timid and submissive or dominatrix."
Luke gasped and his eyes flared. "Jesus! Those are the standard options? Jesus!" And then he too, had to take a look behind them at the delicate beauty following them. "Damn, I thought my heart was going to stop when you said slutty schoolgirl. But, well, can I go with that last one - no, I mean, the second to last one - what did you call it?"
"Timid and submissive? That one?"
"Oh fuck me, yeah! Jesus. Yes, that one."
"Niiiiice!" Chad said with a smile. "That we can do, my friend. You won't regret it."
They were nearly to the 'authorized personnel only' door they'd used to exit the Platinum Palace and Luke looked at his watch. He was so excited he could barely read the numbers and then he swore when he saw the time. "Shit! I've only got twenty minutes until I have to meet my family over by the Crazy House. Damn it!"
"Oh, that sucks, man," Chad said. "We really do need fifteen minutes for orientation. And if you're not going to be around we'll need to put your little beauty into circulation right away. I'm sure someone will pick her up in the meat market - I mean, damn, she's hot! She's going to go fast. I'm sorry, man, but I'm not allowed to hold her for you."
"Shit!" Luke swore again and he stopped in the pathway, thinking hard. "I've got it. I've got fifteen minutes, right?" Chad nodded. "Fine, where do I go?"
"Just go back in to the information desk and someone will direct you to your private room. I'll get it set up." Chad smiled again. "You got it figured out?"
"I think so. I'll be there - don't worry."
"You got it!" And with that, Chad took the glassy-eyed, gorgeous Asian girl by the hand and lead her into the Platinum Palace for her orientation.
Luke whipped out his phone and texted his wife, Amber: "Crazy sht @ wrk. Nd hour more. Good?" He paced back and forth, nervously for nearly five minutes before he got a text back.
"Good. Ali found frnds, on ride. Shopng good! Miss U."
"Yes!" Luke said to the world at large with a fist pump. "Yes!" And then he disappeared through the 'authorized personnel only' door.
The private room was like a standard luxury hotel room: an attached bathroom with a large shower, a king-sized bed, comfortable furnishings and tasteful art, a big-screen television and a cabinet filled with erotic DVDs, and a bondage horse - all the usual accouterments. Luke paced excitedly, impatiently, nervously. He couldn't believe what he was doing. He couldn't wait to do it. And still, when the knock came, however timid, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
The little Japanese girl stood in the doorway, eyes down. She wore the same clothes, but she seemed younger. Luke could barely breathe. "Whoah," he said, "uh, come in."
"Yes, Master?" the child said in a soft, questioning voice that nevertheless tinkled in Luke's ears. Luke's heart jumped at the word 'Master.' The girl walked to the middle of room and stood, expectant, looking down. Surreptitiously, she glanced around to take in the room. When she saw the bondage furniture her eyes flared and she stopped looking around, fixing her eyes on the ground.
Luke was suddenly shy. He didn't know where to start. He was shaking and his voice broke as he said, "What's your name?"
"I, I'm Miki, Master?" the child stammered, but she answered at once.
"Miki, I like that," Luke said breathlessly. He stepped closer to the child, then closer, standing behind her where he didn't have to look into those pretty almond eyes. She smelled like flowers. She was so small. Even in her heeled sandals she barely came up to his chin. He stepped even closer. "And, and how old are you Miki?"
Miki pulled in a sharp breath when she felt the man softly press against her back. But she responded at once. "I'm, I'm thirteen, Master?"
"Jesus!" Luke stepped back from the gorgeous child like he'd gotten an electric shock. Thirteen! Barely a teenager. But she was so fucking hot. And he wanted her so much! With trembling hands he stepped back up to press against her thin frame. When he put an arm around her he was thrilled by the way she stiffened and gasped. He noticed, too, that she didn't try to pull away. She couldn't. Luke was starting to get the true meaning of 'timid and submissive.' "Stand still!" he said to the little girl.
"Yes, Master? Oh! Oh!" Miki stood still, but every muscle in her body stiffened when she felt Luke's hand slide inside her blouse to cup her small, perfect breast. She couldn't help cry out at the new and unexpected sensation.
"Have you ever been with a man, Miki? Have you ever been touched, like this?!" Luke pinched a small, delicate nipple and twisted it, slightly. It hardened beneath his fingers. His other trembling hand slid slowly down Miki's smooth, flat, bare stomach and his fingers began to invade the front of her tight, stretchy shorts."
"No, Master" the little girl said, "never?"
"You're so hot, Miki! You're so fucking hot." Luke's fingers discovered a tiny patch of thin, silky hair inside the child's panties, then the warmth of a quivering clit hood. "Oh god," he said, and he pinched her nipple again. "Do you like that, Miki? Do you like me touching you? I want you to like that, Miki! I want you to like it all!"
"Ohh, ohh," Miki said, then bit her lip and shivered before she could answer. "Yes, Master? Whatever you want Master? Ohhh!" Two fingers were parting her lips, where she'd barely ever even touched herself. Certainly she would never have let anyone else touch her there - but oh! - his finger was dipping inside of her! "Ohhh, Master!"
"Oh my god, you make me so fucking excited. I want you so much. But you're so young. Oh jeez, you're going to be so tight - so fucking tight - I can't be... fuck!!"
Luke's phone was buzzing and chirping, angrily, in the back pocket of his jeans.
He tore his hand from the little girl's rapidly moistening cunt and fished his phone out of his jeans. The call was from his wife, Amber. He stared at it for several seconds, then sent the call to voice mail and pocketed the phone again.
The interruption had thrown him off, broken the spell of slow, erotic exploration of the pretty girl's body, disrupted the thrill of exploring the extent of her conditioning. Luke spun the girl around to face him. He swept her into his arms, lifting her small body by the waist and pressed his trembling lips to hers. She was so small! She kissed him back with her whole being - surrendering herself to his lust. She threw her thin arms around his neck, pulled him tight and a second later he felt her small legs wrapped around his middle. He forced his tongue into her mouth and felt the thrill of her reciprocation. As they settled onto the bed her long straight black hair flared around him, dimming the lights like a curtain being drawn. They kissed and kissed and kissed.
Luke heard the telltale beep from his phone - he had a voice mail.
He was on his back. He lifted her, tearing her away even as she clung to him. "Call me Master!" he said to the pretty face with the almond eyes.
"Yes Master!"
"Tell me you'll do anything!"
"Yes, yes Master, anything you want, Master!"
With a kind of frantic excitement and need he'd never experienced, Luke tore at his jeans, desperate to push them down and pull out his throbbing, painful erection. "This, this," he implored, "your mouth, quickly, oh god, lick it, kiss it, now, oh god, hurry, put it in your slutty little mouth!"
"Yes Master, yes!" Miki knelt between Luke's legs and grabbed his cock. Her lips kissed the tip and her tongue flicked out to lick the length of the underside, then each of the sides in turn. Her tongue was small, but firm, and she ran her full lips along the sensitive skin from the base to the tip, again and again."
"Oh god, yes, yes, oh! Fuck! OH! Show me what a fucking little slut you are. More, more, yes. Oh god!"
The child's lips and tongue were everywhere. She increased her pace, desperate to meet her Master's every demand. And then she slipped her lips over the tip of Luke's cock and bobbed her head up and down. Her straight black bangs waved in the air with each attempt to swallow him. Her almond eyes grew bigger and bigger.
"Deeper, deeper, oh my god, deeper. Swallow it! All the way, slave! Slut! Whore! Oh god!"
Miki was driven to comply with her Master's commands, even if she barely understood them. She did everything she could to swallow the massive, throbbing thing in her mouth and then, somehow, she did it. It slid down her throat. She felt his hand gripping the back of her neck, forcing her down. It felt like the long rod of flesh was all the way down into her stomach and her nose pressed into the man's curly brown hair. But she did it! She concentrated hard and she managed not to gag as he forced her down, again and again.
"Oh Jesus fuck, oh my god, Miki, Miki, Miki!" Luke felt the cum boiling up out of his loins. At the very last moment he pulled his cock from the little girl's throat and shot a huge load directly into her mouth.
As the hot, viscous and acrid liquid filled her mouth, Miki finally gagged. Her eyes flared. She had no idea what was happening. The confusion, surprise and fear all showed on her gorgeous little face. She choked and spluttered, dribbling some of the cum out of her mouth.
"No, no, swallow it, swallow it!" Luke demanded as he pulled his thick cock from Miki's mouth. "Show me!"
At once the little girl threw her head back and opened her mouth wide to show her Master the thick goo. And then, with a great effort, she swallowed the disgusting mass in three long, difficult gulps. There was so much of it. She licked her lips to get every drop she could. "Master?" she finally asked.
"Oh my god. That was amazing. Amazing. What a mouth. What beauty. What a..."
Luke's phone chirped and buzzed insistently from the pocket of his jeans where they lay on the floor. With annoyance he rose from the bed. Miki watched him with worried attention as he fished the phone out of his pocket. Amber, again. He sent it to voice mail and dropped the phone, turning back to look at his fantastic little Japanese slave-child. She was still kneeling, on the bed, looking up into his eyes with apprehension, biting her lower lip.
Miki was also still dressed in her half-bloouse, tight shorts and wedge-heeled sandals. That was unacceptable. Luke felt his lust for the child flare again. "Get up, Miki." he said.
The child quickly got off the bed and stood before her Master. Now her eyes were down again, staring at the floor, like a good slave. But she still bit her quivering lower lip and her breath was shallow. Luke stepped close. He knelt at her feet and unbuckled her sandals. At his command she stepped out of them and he tossed them aside before standing in front of her again. She was so small and dainty. She barely came to the top of his chest without the heels.
Luke lifted the child's arms over her head. Slowly he lifted her blouse up and off. The small breasts he'd fondled were stunning, perfect mounds with distinctive, delicate pink nipples. Even with her eyes fixed on the floor the little girl blushed at being exposed before him. But Luke was far from finished. He hooked his thumbs into the top of her shorts and started to push them down. She gasped and trembled, but she dutifully held her place. Luke knelt as he pushed the shorts over her round, wonderful ass and then exposed the minuscule patch of silky black hair forming a triangle above her crotch. Her perfect cunt came into view - two small fat mounds and no sign of her inner lips. Luke couldn't keep from letting out a low moan of lust at the sight.
Luke's phone tinkled the presence of another voice-mail. And just seconds later the buzz of a text came through. He ignored them both. He only had eyes for his little Japanese slave-goddess.
Miki stepped out of her shorts and panties as he pushed them down along her smooth calves. Luke leaned back on his haunches to take in the total beauty of the nude child and it was his turn to bite his lip. He could read the embarrassment on her gorgeous face, the desire to cover herself or run for safety. But she stood as still as she could, arms at her sides with only her trembling to betray her submission to Luke's commands.
A thousand desires swirled through Luke's brain. He flashed on a piglet-girl, squealing in the mud. Unbidden, the memory of a young girl taking a cock up her ass as she sucked the cock of a young boy came to him. The young girl morphed into Miki, with her long black hair swirling about as she was ravaged. But then the vision of Miki morphed into his little daughter, Alicia, with her pretty blonde curls.
Luke surfaced from these terrifying dreams of lust to find he had Miki back on the big bed. He was holding her legs back and wide, a strong hand on the back of each knee and his tongue was lapping away at her virgin pussy. He raised his head to look at her. Her eyes were wide with fright and her little hands twisted the thick duvet. He stared into the glistening wetness of her young slit. Spread open now, it was beautiful - pink, tiny folds of inner lips and the daintiest little clit hood. He dived back in for another delicious taste of her pussy and then swirled his tongue around her clit. He'd never enjoyed eating Amber's fine pussy half as much as this.
Miki started to moan, unable to stop herself. Luke looked up again to see the consternation on her face as her body betrayed her. "That's right, Miki," he said. "Give in to it! Tell me how good it feels. Tell me how much you want it!" His tongue lashed back through the young slit and he ground his nose against her pleasure button.
"Oh, oh, Master! Master! Yes, ohhh! Please, please, Master? It's so good. Master!"
The child was shivering and writhing under his tongue. Her orgasm was just building, almost ready to crash. Luke suddenly stopped laving at the pretty girl's cunt and raised his face, grinning down at her.
"No Master! Please, please don't stop! Oh god, Master? Please!?" Miki arched her back in a desperate attempt to find the wonderful stimulus again. "Please don't stop, Master!"
Luke paused, grinning wickedly, and let the little girl's breathing start to come back to normal. Then he dove in again, lashing his tongue through her sopping, tiny slit and up across her clit. Over and over again. Her pulse began to race and her body quickly began to shiver. She tried to grasp his head between her soft thighs, but he held her knees back firmly and controlled her body completely. She was helpless in his hands. Again, just before her orgasm was fully formed he backed off.
"No, no! Please! Master, please!" Miki cried out, piteously.
Again and again Luke tortured the child to the edge of orgasm then backed away. Soon she was in tears and could barely think. At Luke's command, she wasn't even allowed to plead with him. But finally, when he thought she was on the brink of madness, he stopped. He rolled over onto his back and pulled the child on top of him. Her heaving chest pressed into his, her almond eyes were just inches from his stern face and her sopping little pussy pressed into his stomach. He kissed her hard and long and crushed her dainty body against his. Then he pulled away and stared into her amazing eyes.
"Do you want to be fucked, Miki? Do you want it bad?"
"Yes, yes Master, please!" the pretty girl pleaded, finally released from her silence.
"Will you do anything for it?"
"Yes, yes, anything, Master!"
"Then do it, now. Fuck yourself on my cock. Show me how much you want it! Now, hurry!"
Miki's eyes went huge with confusion. "Master?" she cried out.
"Now, Miki, fuck yourself, fuck yourself hard. Make yourself cum!"
"Oh god, Master, yes?" Miki said, but it was clear she barely understood what she needed to do. She looked so very young and so very frightened. But she had to comply with her Master. Lifting herself up, she looked down past her little patch of black fuzz and saw her Master's throbbing erection. She managed to slide down, grab the big pole in her tiny hand and pull it between them. At once her instincts took over and she settled back down on his cock, rubbing it between the lips of her moist cunt. "Ohhhh!" Miki moaned at the amazing sensation of grinding her Master's thick manhood. "Ohhhh, Master! Master!"
"No, no Miki!" Luke commanded. "No grinding. Not now. Fuck yourself! Do it, do it now!"
It was agony to pull her pussy away from Luke's hot cock. Miki was on fire with need. And she was terrified of what she finally understood she must do. She wanted to scream - 'please, please don't make me do that, just let me rub it' - but she was far too submissive to do anything but please her Master.
Miki sat up, straddling her Master, with his big cock just in front of her. He was so big! She pushed up with one hand on his tight stomach, trying to get her body high enough to get her hot box above the tip of his cock. Her other hand grabbed him and tried to guide him to her entrance. She got the tip of his cock centered between her lips and a groan of fear and pleasure escaped her lips. It was too big. It was too big to fit inside her! It was going to rip her apart!
Luke stared into the little girl's terrified eyes as she poised over his rock hard cock. He'd never seen anything more erotic or sexy or overwhelmingly attractive in his life. He didn't need to command her again. He could see the determination to please him, even through the intense fear. She was going to do it. She was going to fuck herself down onto his shaft. She was going to rape herself.
Miki cried out as she lowered herself and the huge cock head entered her tight slit. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" He was stretching her so wide. Little more than the bulbous top was inside her, but it wouldn't go any further. Something was stopping it. She knew she couldn't stop. She had to keep going. Her Master demanded it. She pushed back up, nearly dislodging Luke's dick. She took a deep, frightened breath and then she rammed herself down onto his pole.
"Aaaaggghhh! Master, Master, aaagghhh! Oh, oh, oh, Master, ohhhh!" The Master's cock was deep inside of Miki. Something had torn inside of her and it hurt! But his huge cock was inside her, deeper than she could have imagined it would ever fit. She gripped him with her thighs and held very very still, terrified of what would happen if she moved. Both hands resting on his stomach, Miki quivered in fear, excitement and pain.
"No Miki, no. Fuck yourself. Do it, slut, whore, fucking do it! Now. Fuck yourself!"
"Ohhhh! Ohhhh!" Miki groaned as she slowly lifted herself back up off of the big phallus until only the head was inside her, between her lips. "Aggghh!" she screamed when she thrust back down and it filled her insides again.
"Faster Miki, faster, you little slut! Fuck your Master, fuck yourself on him now!"
"Yes, Master, yes, oh god, oh, oh, OH!" Miki lifted and then dropped again. It hurt! But the pain was giving away to something else. The tingling, expectant, strange feeling was coming back again. She lifted and dropped again, then again. She grunted in her little girl voice with every downward thrust. She picked up the pace and the pain lessened. The cock went deeper inside her until it was slamming hard against her insides - a new kind of pain. But by then the wonderful feeling was flooding her and she didn't care. And then she felt and saw her Master grab her by the hips to help her fuck herself on his magnificent, wonderful cock. He thrust his hips upwards and tripled the sensations of his cock filling her up. He was biting his lip with intense concentration and pleasure and the sight of that sent Miki over the edge.
"Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" Miki cried out in cosmic bliss as her first complete orgasm overwhelmed her young mind. "Yes Master, yes Master, oh, oh, YES!" She threw her head back and screamed as loud as she could.
It was all almost too much, but it went on and on and on. Master seemed to be able to pound his cock into Miki forever and as long as he fucked her the waves of orgasm crashed over her body and mind. Miki lost all sense of place or time. There was only the wonderful erection filling her over and over again. After an eternity of pounding, Miki suddenly realized that Master was behind her. She didn't know how it had happened. She was on her knees, on the bed, once again clutching the duvet in her little fists as Master pounded into her pussy from behind. His strong hands wrapped nearly all the way around her tiny waist and he was so strong and forceful. Another wave of ecstasy hit her and she screamed out her lust.
Luke could hear his phone ringing again, insistently, but he didn't care. There was only one thing he cared about in the whole world - the hot, incredibly tight pussy of his little Asian slave. He owned her. He could do anything to her. He could fuck her all night, all day, whenever he wanted. And she was so fucking tight! Finally, after twenty minutes of non-stop, rabbit-fast thrusting he slammed his cock in and held it tight and his cum burst into the little girl's tight womb.
He pulled out of Miki's body and staggered back, breathing heavily. His phone was still ringing, or ringing again, he wasn't sure. Miki collapsed onto her face on the bed with her ass still in the air. His cum dribbled from between her sore, swollen cunt lips. Trying to catch his breath, Luke picked up the phone and stared at the face. It was Amber, his wife, calling again. Even as it rang a text flashed across the screen with the message "CALL ME!!!!" Luke answered the phone. "Amber?"
"Luke, Luke, oh my god! She's gone, she's gone. I can't find her anywhere. She was supposed to come back but she's gone! Oh god!"
"Amber, Amber, slow down. Who's gone?"
"Alicia! Alicia is gone, she's missing!"
Luke's heart tried to stop in his chest. His ten-year-old daughter was missing!
There are twelve observation/participation rooms in this story's Platinum Palace and so far the story mentions only four of them: The Pigsty, The Toilet (yuck), The Strip Club and, in passing, The Psych Ward. There are at least two more rooms that will definitely show up in the continuation of the story - but they'll remain unnamed for now. It would be great to hear readers' suggestions for what some of the six remaining rooms might be.
