Crimean Bred
mc; bg; Mg; mast; oral; inc; caution
Alana was a naturalist. Her whole family was, save her Uncle Vladimir, who had some sort of government job. She hadn't worn clothes since she got out of diapers inside the house. When the weather was warm, she didn't wear them outside of the house. She even was naked at school. Not that it meant she had sex. The idea of that never crossed her innocent mind. Everyone said that Alana was a free and happy child.
Like a lot of the naturalists in Crimea, her pictures had been taken while she was at one of the many beaches. That meant that her pictures were all over the various naturalist websites. Her parents took advantage of that, using an aggregater to create albums of their various trips. They were all tagged with the date and the websites that they were found on. Every once in a while it would update, and her parents would go through the results, sometimes calling Alana over to see the new pictures.
"You're going to love this sequence," her father said the day after Christmas, bringing up a slideshow from a brand new website, Crimeanbredbare. Alana sat in her father's lap as he brought up the pictures. It wasn't uncommon for the innocent girl to sit her thin form on her father's lap with his hands crossing in front of her barely developed breasts and over her flat tummy as he brought up the pictures.
The first picture was from their trip to the beach the weekend of her ninth birthday. Her birthday weekend at the end of April was usually the first warm enough weekend to go. She stood next to the sign proclaiming the beach's status, showing her unconcerned nakedness to the world.
The next picture had her looking out at the water, the fingers of one hand stroking her pussy. It was obviously wet, unlike the rest of her body. Standing beside her was her cousin Burian who was three years older than her. His cock was obviously erect. A hard bar looking for a wet pussy to fill. Alana didn't remember Burian being hard, nor did she remember stroking her pussy. But she had to start doing that as she sat in her father's lap.
The third picture had Burian laying on a towel with Alana squatting over his hard cock, aligning it with her wet pussy. Alana knew what was going to happen next, even though she was sure she was a virgin. She was right, as the fourth picture showed her with the cock all the way inside her, and a trickle of her virgin blood around the base of Burian's cock. The fifth picture showed his bloodstained seed leaking from her pussy as she pulled off his softening cock.
The next few pictures showed her having sex with Burian in various positions around the beach. As she saw the pictures, memories of that day started to fill her mind. It was as if the pictures were rewriting her life as she saw them.
Then there was a picture taken at school two weeks after the trip. She stood against the black board, holding up a white stick. Burian's seed stained her crotch. The board proclaimed her "молодий кримської матері чотири тижні вагітності." or "Crimea's youngest mother-to-be four weeks pregnant."
She twisted a bit to look up a her father, and said, "That's only two weeks after I lost my virginity."
"They count pregnancy time from the end of the last period," her father said, as his right hand slip down to touch her belly. It was swollen with child.
She knew she hadn't been pregnant when she sat down in her father's lap, but she had been. The contradiction swirled in her mind as her father continued to show her pictures.
There was another weekend of her at the beach, Burian having sex with her in between pictures of her doing more normal beach activities. But even those more normal activities showed off the fact that she was sexually active. Then each Monday there would be a picture of her at school just like the first one, posed to show off not just her increasing pregnancy but the seed that Burian left on her body.
From the pictures that she was being shown, it was obvious that she had no objection to her cousin's attention. She was also getting more daring sexually. Her fourth weekend shown on the site featured her sucking off both Burian and her father's cock. Her fifth had her sucking the cocks of her classmates. By the seventh she was giving head to complete strangers.
By the end of June and the end of school it was clear in the swelling of her belly that she was pregnant. On a barely nine-year-old, eleven weeks was clearly pregnant, not fat, especially when the rest of her body was still thin. The end of school did not stop her from going to school to have her Monday picture. Alana suddenly remembered that she was there not for the picture alone but for the check up on her pregnancy. She remembered being told that they expected her to have many babies.
The week after school came out, Alana had a collar and leash on when she went to the beach in the pictures. She was lead around to various men and boys to suck them. There was even one shot where she licked another young girl's pussy. It was clear that she was obeying what ever order the person holding her leash gave her.
The next set of pictures though was not on the beach. It was a close up of her neck. The next shot showed a hole drilled across the very back of her spine, right at the c7 vertebrae, through the spinous process. The third showed a solid iron ring inserted. From then on she didn't have a collar, as the leash was attached directly to her new ring. She could feel the ring now against her neck, pushed upwards until it was needed. It was the first change made to her towards her new life.
Alana was very rarely without her leash in the mid-summer pictures, as she was lead around not just the beach, but other places as well. There was a picture of her shopping for cribs, not just on a leash but on a chain. Soon all the pictures showed her with a chain, often locked to a post if she was outside, and to various pieces of furniture. Iron loops seemed to sprout from every heavy object, and even the walls and doorways.
There was a set of pictures labeled school shopping, which showed Alana out purchasing her notebooks, pencils, and paper to start the fourth grade. Her chain was attached to the shopping cart, allowing her to move no more than five feet from it. She also sported for the first time in the pictures ankle irons with a foot long chain between them as she waddled naked through the store. Despite being eighteen weeks pregnant and chained, as well as preparing to go back to school, Alana seemed to be quite happy, smiling as she chose her stuff, and laughing as she stood by the cash register while her father paid for his naked girl's school supplies.
Alana was still smiling in the set labeled "First Day of School," even though she was chained to her desk. She was the only one in her class chained on that school day, though she wasn't the only naturalist. About two-thirds of her class were naked. There were pictures of her in class, pictures of her in the cafeteria, and pictures of her in the library. She was always chained to something, sometimes just with the chain from her neck, sometimes with a new chain attached to her wrists. There was no way she could escape, and the ankle irons just made that clearer. Alana couldn't be called free anymore.
Alana looked down at her wrists as her father brought up the next picture set. Her wrists had cuffs on them, just waiting to be chained to something. She couldn't see past her very pregnant belly to see her ankle irons, but a move of her feet found that they were chained together.
The pictures got to the point where it was no longer warm enough to go to the beach naked, so instead there were sets of Alana doing her chores around the house. It was clear that no account had been made for the fact that she was pregnant, as she cleaned out the garage, raked up leaves, harvested from the back garden, and cooked dinner.
The next set of school pictures showed that Alana's naked female classmates were beginning to follow in her footsteps. Each of them would start after they appeared fully visible in one of Alana's pictures. First they would acquire chains from their necks, then ankle irons and wrist cuffs. By December it was clear that they'd also followed Alana on her course to motherhood. The school itself seemed to be getting a bit grimy. The dirt tended to end up on all the naked girls' bodies. There were no girls left who wore clothes.
Then finally the Christmas set of pictures came up. Christmas had changed a lot. The first picture, since Christmas was on a Monday, informed everyone that she was now thirty-six weeks pregnant. For the first time the pictures showed someone other than Burian putting their cock in her pussy. Her Christmas day seemed to be an orgy. Her Christmas gifts seemed to be more restraints and sex toys. She did, however, get a pair of tag earrings with her school name and the number one on them.
Those were the last pictures on the site of Alana. Her father helped her stand up, and she waddled to her room, stumbling and nearly falling several times as her ankle chain had been recently shortened. Once she was in her room, her father chained her to her bed, which had a sheet of iron instead of a mattress. She had very little freedom of movement when he was done. A camera was pointed down at her naked pregnant body, and turned on.
"I think it's time you give birth," her father said. And that was that. Twelve hours later, a baby girl was nursing from Alana's breasts. She no longer was a happy and free child. She was a slave mother whose smile was commanded, not innocently made.
