The Owner by Clark St. John (NC, Slavery, Shaving, Piercing, Interracial, Gangbang, B/D)


The first time he saw her, Carl was struck with her innocent, youthful 
beauty. He had stopped at the store to pick up some milk and went 
through the shortest check out line he saw. He was busy fishing some 
bills out of his wallet and hadn't even looked up at the check out girl 
until she spoke, bubbling with youthful exuberance. "How are you today, 
sir?"

Carl looked up from his wallet and looked at the speaker. That instant 
time seemed to have stopped as his eyes beheld the most beautiful girl 
he had ever seen. Standing behind the register was a waif-like figure 
with brilliant blonde hair pulled back in a pony tail, her azure-blue 
eyes sparkling with the tenderness of her age, which Carl estimated to 
be about sixteen. Her skin was flawless, accentuated by the fact that 
she didn't appear to have any makeup on her face, a face shaped so 
perfectly, with the slightest hint of cheekbones and a softly-rounded 
chin topped with full, luscious lips, spread wide as she offered a 
smile to the customer before her. Although only seconds could have 
passed since she had spoke, Carl felt it had been an eternity as his 
eyes absorbed her fresh beauty and he felt himself sinking into the 
deep pools of her eyes, eyes that appeared to capture all they beheld. 
Despite being a worldly man in his thirties, Carl fought to clear his 
throat and control his hoarse-feeling voice as he responded to the 
girl's question.

"Oh, I'm fine. Fine, and thank you for asking," he replied, fearful 
that his voice must sound like a teenager who had just seen his first 
naked breast. Even his heart was pounding like a school boy's, the 
thumping cloaking what the girl was now saying. He had to force himself 
to return to the present as he cleared his throat and asked, "wh-what? 
I'm sorry, I didn't understand you."

The long pony tail flipped playfully as the girl repeated, "that will 
be two dollars and eighty-nine cents, sir." Her smile revealed that she 
wasn't annoyed at having to repeat herself as she held her hand out 
expectantly. Carl studied her hand as he placed three dollar bills in 
her open palm and was impressed by the tininess of her wrist, the 
slenderness of her fingers. He questioned analytically to himself if 
there was anything about the girl that wasn't perfect as he waited for 
his change. He felt a stirring throughout his body as the beautiful 
blonde placed the change in his open palm and her neatly manicured 
nails and finger tips brushed his skin.. Gathering his senses, Carl 
pocketed the change and picked up the plastic bag containing the gallon 
of milk, preparing to exit the narrow check-out aisle. Her voice 
stopped him as she cheerfully spoke, "Have a nice day, sir, and come 
back to see us."

Her words made Carl feel like a special character and he flashed his 
warmest smile at her. 

"Thanks," he replied, "and you have a nice one, too." As he finished 
his words, Carl turned smartly on one foot and made his way to the 
exit, his thoughts transfixed on the encounter he had just enjoyed, 
wonderment filling his mind at his reaction to seeing someone so 
lovely, so perfect, possibly the dream of every man. Carl was 
considered quite handsome by both women and men, and he was certainly 
not a novice when it came to women, having loved and made love to many, 
beginning before he was even in high school. He had always been very 
confident around women and often was assertive in his relationships 
with them, but this girl . . . this girl had reduced him to a fumbling, 
tongue-tied school kid, what would be expected of the school nerd. Carl 
attempted to analyze why she had such an effect on him, but couldn't 
seem to fathom the cause of the electricity he had felt in her 
presence. All he could determine was that he had to see her again, if 
nothing else but to erase the image he was sure he had left in her 
mind.

Carl did see the girl again, several times. He became obsessed with 
her, going to the store almost daily, sometimes purchasing items for 
which he had no use, or purchasing inconsequential things such as 
chewing gum or a candy bar, each time going through her check out line. 
A few times her line was the longest, but he would still get in the 
line just for the opportunity to watch her as she busily rang up the 
customers ahead of him. He would ignore other cashier's signaling him 
to come to their check out line, tenaciously waiting in the blonde 
girl's line. Carl enjoyed watching her as she bent over the counter to 
hand the customers their change, her firm behind adequately revealed 
through the pants she wore, often also revealing the hint of a panty 
line. Carl had noticed that she must wear bikini briefs from the way 
the elastic of the legs dipped upward on the sides of her hips, the 
impression easily viewed as it pressed against the khaki pants she wore 
as part of the store uniform. 

After several visits to the store Carl had finally detected one small 
flaw in the otherwise perfectly-formed girl . . . her breasts. Carl 
estimated they were no more than an a' cup in size, but they appeared 
to be high on her chest and, perhaps because of the bras she wore, 
pointed slightly upward and forward with little separation between the 
girlish mounds. Carl had always admired large breasts on a woman, much 
like most men, and was at first disappointed that the lovely creature 
was under-endowed. It didn't take him long to reject his former 
preference, however, because of the girl's perfection in all other 
areas. He had learned on his second trip through her line that her name 
was Tina and he was surprised that he had not noticed it prominently 
displayed on a tag on her top the first time he saw her. He began to 
address her by her name whenever he spoke, endeavoring to be as 
familiar with her as the employee/customer relationship would permit. 

She became even more friendly with each progressive visit, seemingly 
welcoming him with even warmer smiles and ultimately dropping the 
formal sir' she was accustomed to using when addressing adult men. Carl 
was highly tempted to ask her for a date, but his sober judgment told 
him that would be fruitless as well as possibly considered as perverse, 
given their age difference. After what must have been his twentieth 
visit to the store and he detected no one near him, he decided to give 
it a try and, leaning conspiratorially over the counter separating 
them, he nonchalantly asked, "how would you like to have lunch with me 
sometime, Tina?"

His question appeared to shock the girl and she stammered, "I, I, how 
old are you, sir?"

Her use of the formal address didn't go unnoticed with Carl and his 
heart sunk before he answered truthfully, "Well, I'm thirty-two, Tina. 
Why?"

Tina's words came out in an embarrassed rush, "I'm just seventeen, sir. 
You're so much older than I and, and we're not allowed to go out with 
customers. I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Carl attempted to ease her apparent discomfort and, in a fatherly tone, 
softly spoke, "Sh-sh. It's ok, Tina. I understand. I shouldn't have 
asked. It's just that I like you and thought you might be interested in 
a completely innocent lunch with me." Seeing her relax somewhat, Carl 
jokingly added, "Hey, it's really ok. Someone might mistake us for a 
father and daughter, anyway."

His words brought back her captivating smile and she laughed girlishly, 
"I doubt that, but thanks for asking me. I'm flattered, really. If I 
was a little older, I might have said yes'."

Carl couldn't suppress his inner disappointment at her rejection as 
well as the realization that he was now considered an old man', but he 
managed a placating smile as he spoke, "Too bad you aren't older. I'll 
be seeing you. Keep smiling, pretty eyes." 

After his sole attempt for a date, Carl settled for brief conversations 
with her and the opportunity to view her fresh beauty . . . for the 
time being. It didn't take long for that acceptance to change.

Carl often spent his evenings on the internet, surfing or playing games 
with unseen foes, when one evening, he entered an adult site and out of 
curiosity clicked on different categories. He was pleasantly surprised 
when he clicked on one labeled "teen sluts" and was rewarded with 
several thumbnail-size pictures which grew to full-screen size when he 
double-clicked on them. He hungrily double-clicked on each photo and 
examined the exposed girls thoroughly, the images quickly arousing him 
to the point where he began to fantasize over each one while he rubbed 
his stiffening cock. 

After viewing several pictures, Carl had to pull his clothes off and 
sit nude in front of the glaring screen, one hand gripped tightly 
around his cock at the base and the other operating the mouse 
feverishly. Carl had a cock to be proud of . . . a good eight inches of 
hard, straight muscle, one that more than one woman had exclaimed 
pleasure upon first sight. Due to his good looks and well-built man-
tool, Carl rarely had to jerk off, but viewing the erotic poses 
displayed before him was more than he could resist and it wasn't long 
before he began to furiously move his almost-closed fist up and down 
the full length of the distended member, finally culminating in a 
sudden burst of hot, creamy cum shooting from the bulbous head 
uncontrollably. The first spurt landed on the monitor and Carl cursed 
as the next stream landed on the keyboard, although he was helpless to 
control the ejaculation of the pent-up force gushing from his tightened 
nut sack. He continued to pump his now-aching cock with his fist, 
sending subsequent globs of stickiness flying, landing on the desk, the 
floor and finally, on the cloth seat of his chair. When the flow ended, 
Carl picked up his underwear and began to wipe up the mess his passion 
had made while his chest heaved in relief and his cock began to 
shrivel.

After cleaning up the mess he had made as good as he could, Carl 
returned to his browsing, once again checking out the adult sites that 
were linked to the first one he had visited. Seeing one that appeared 
to be interesting, he saw a button labeled "bdsm" and clicked on it. He 
knew about bdsm, but had never practiced any, being pretty straight 
sexually. The pictures he saw displayed on his monitor began to 
fascinate him and it wasn't long before his cock began to enlarge with 
desire once again. 

Carl was amazed at some of the scenes that had been photographed and 
wondered if women actually submitted to such brutality. There were 
pictures of women hung by their wrists from the ceiling, being spanked 
or whipped, tied in every imaginable position, breasts and pussys 
tortured by a variety of so-called sex toys, clothes pins fastened to 
erect nipples or pussy lips, even pictures of girls being pissed on by 
several men. The helplessness of the women portrayed was so erotic that 
Carl couldn't see enough and he went through site after site in search 
of even more exotic photos of women submitting to a man's will. While 
he glued his eyes to the screen he began to masturbate again and in a 
short time he had once again dumped his load of cum, but caught it this 
time in his still-soaked underwear.

Exhausted, Carl finally went to bed around two in the morning but 
couldn't sleep as the images of what he had found on the internet 
played through his mind over and over. It was then that the plan began 
to formulate in his mind. His obsession with Tina coupled with the 
pictures he had viewed earlier made him realize that he had to have 
her. In every sense of the word. He wanted to possess her, body and 
soul. He wanted her to submit completely to his every desire, to be his 
sex slave, his property. It began as a fantasy and quickly became a 
plan, a goal. His obsession now became not with the girl, but on how to 
achieve what he wanted more than anything he could imagine. 

Carl rejected scheme after scheme in his mind until he decided that he 
had to know more about his impending victim before he could devise a 
workable plan. It would have to be risk-free, that was his first 
decision. He may want to possess the beautiful girl, but first and 
foremost, he would have to do it without causing himself any risk of 
capture or arrest. With those ideas in mind, Carl finally fell asleep, 
grateful that the next day was Saturday and he could sleep late.

Over the next several weeks Carl stalked his prey, even going so far as 
to purchase a pair of night vision binoculars so he could observe 
Tina's coming and going from a distance. He learned she was a senior in 
high school and worked from after school until 10 PM every night except 
Tuesday, driving to school and to work in an old beat-up rust-red 
Toyota Celica which she parked with the other employee's cars near the 
back of the large store parking lot, usually beneath one of the bright 
parking lot lights. He also learned from following her at a distance 
when she left work that she lived in an isolated subdivision not far 
from her school with her parents and a younger brother. The rest of her 
family must have been early risers, for the house lights were usually 
turned off, with the exception of a dim light in what must have been 
the living room when Tina arrived home after work. 

Carl made notice that she always parked her car to the side of the 
driveway next to the attached single-car garage which was evidently 
located on the opposite end of the house from the bedrooms, 
approximately 25 feet from the front door where he watched her enter. 
He also noticed that she had to walk past a row of tall bushes lining 
the walkway from the garage to the front door and the foliage would 
provide a good hiding place should he decide that would be the place to 
launch his rapidly-forming plan. Carl had decided early on that he 
didn't want to just pounce on the small girl and rape her. No, Carl had 
to have her for a longer period of time than what it would take for him 
to overpower her and force himself upon her. He wanted to capture her 
and imprison her, so all of his plans were focused on how to achieve 
the capture. As far as her imprisonment, Carl had already decided he 
would take her to his cabin on the lake. It was well-isolated and far 
removed from any main roads, never visited by anyone but himself, not 
even receiving postal delivery. That was the perfect place, he knew, 
and would afford him all the time and privacy he needed.

While Carl continued his observations of the unsuspecting girl, he also 
began to gather all the items he knew he would need, spending several 
weekends at his cabin preparing for the coming event. He poured over 
the internet sites looking for different bdsm sites, gathering 
knowledge and ideas, making an ever-growing list of items he wanted to 
purchase and crossing them off when he purchased them. Carl also took 
the precaution of limiting his visits to the store, often not even 
going through Tina's checkout lane, making his trips to the store 
appear routine while not making Tina think he was in any way perturbed 
at her rejection. When he did go through her lane, he always made small 
talk, but kept it at a minimum. She seemed to have completely forgotten 
his offer for lunch. He hoped that meant she had dismissed his proposal 
and hadn't mentioned it to anyone. That could cause later difficulties, 
he was sure.

Over two months after Carl had asked Tina to join him for lunch, Carl 
decided it was time to launch his plan. He had given notice at his 
office that he was taking a two-week vacation and would be in the west 
backpacking and camping and couldn't be reached. The weather had turned 
nice and balmy, promising a warm spring. Carl had studied the moon 
phases and decided on a new moon night, wanting the total darkness to 
aid in his capture of the perfect prize. As he parked his van on a 
street a block from Tina's house and stealthily made his way back to 
the house, his heart began to pound and Carl felt the adrenalin rush 
through his veins, awakening all his primordial senses, heightening his 
breathing, sharpening his hearing and his vision. Nearing the house, 
Carl looked at the green-glowing numerals on his watch and saw that it 
was 10:15. "Perfect timing", he thought, "fifteen more minutes and 
she'll be mine." He grinned in satisfaction as he saw the lights of the 
house were off and he made his way quietly up the driveway, then ducked 
behind the bushes and settled down where he could look through the 
branches. 

Carl pulled a small flask and a washcloth out of his pocket and placed 
them on the ground in front of his kneeling body and waited. Time 
seemed to crawl and Carl had to shift his position a few times to 
relieve the stress on his bent knees, inwardly jumping a couple of 
times when he heard an unfamiliar sound, listening for possible 
footsteps. Nothing. No one moving around. No cars driving down the 
street. Not even a nearby street light to be concerned about. He 
couldn't believe how perfectly his plan was going so far.

Finally, Carl saw a pair of dim headlights enter the street a block 
away and he recognized the sound of Tina's car as it approached slowly, 
the rattling muffler like a beacon to his ears. Carl quickly unscrewed 
the cap to the flask and picked up the wash cloth, holding it over the 
opening of the metal container, hopeful that the girl wouldn't catch 
the distinct scent of the fluid. He watched as the car turned into the 
driveway and then disappeared from his view. In a minute he heard the 
car door squeak and a muffled slam as it was closed, then soft 
footsteps approaching. 

Carl slightly rose from his knees in a crouched position, his figure 
resembling a large cat preparing to jump on a mouse. Then he saw her. 
Even after working several hours, Tina still had a youthful bounce to 
her step as she came up the walk, swinging her small pocketbook in one 
hand, her pony tail bouncing with each step. Carl quickly saturated the 
cloth in his hand and placed the flask back on the ground. Just as she 
had taken one step past his hidden position, Carl lunged from the 
bushes and, in one swift move, brought his hand holding the cloth 
around the blonde-haired head and clamped it to her mouth and nose, his 
other arm wrapping around the small waist and lifting the girl off her 
feet. Carl was surprised by the strength of the diminutive frame in his 
grasp as Tina twisted and struggled, her legs flailing backwards in 
attempt to kick her attacker to no avail. Carl tightened his grip as 
Tina's screams were muffled by the tightly held cloth, dodging her feet 
and flying hands, pushing her head back against his chest with the 
cloth in his hand. 

The blood was rushing in Carl's ears as he struggled to hold the 
fighting figure for what seemed like several minutes but was only 
seconds before the body squeezed tightly against his began to slacken 
and go limp. He held the cloth at her mouth and nose for about another 
half minute before removing it, assured the chloroform had done it's 
work when Tina's body fell forward at the waist, held only by Carl's 
arm wrapped around her. Carl eased her body to the sidewalk and looked 
around, inspecting the area for a sign that the struggling couple had 
been seen or heard. Not detecting any evidence he had been seen, Carl 
returned to his hiding place and picked up the flask, then screwed the 
cap back on. He placed it in his pocket and returned to the limp body, 
bent over and gently prodded the unconscious form. Satisfied that Tina 
was completely under the effects of the gas, he lifted her small body 
with a hand under her legs and back and then carried her to the side of 
the garage where he placed her on the cool grass. 

Taking the cloth he had used and again opening the flask, Carl 
saturated the cloth and covered Tina's mouth and nose, pleased when he 
saw her tiny chest move with her breathing. He gave it a full minute 
before he removed the cloth and then hurriedly went back down the 
driveway and almost ran to where he had parked his van. With his long 
pace it didn't take Carl more than a minute to reach his van. Jumping 
in he started the motor and, with lights off, drove up to the end of 
Tina's driveway. He left the motor running as he quickly returned to 
where he had left her and scooped her up, her seemingly-lifeless body 
almost weightless. Carl almost ran back down the driveway to the van, 
where he half-threw her between the two front captain's chairs and 
jumped in the driver's seat. Not wanting to alert the sleeping souls in 
the surrounding houses, Carl eased the van away, leaving the lights off 
until he reached the end of the street. Despite the adrenalin he was 
feeling in his veins, Carl struggled to control his driving, not 
wanting to draw attention to himself. He pulled into a closed shopping 
center about a mile away and, reaching behind the driver's seat, pulled 
out a roll of duck tape. He quickly pulled off a couple of sticky 
strips and covered Tina's eyes and mouth. Then he wrapped her ankles 
together and did the same thing with her wrists. Before starting off 
again, Carl felt the side of the unconscious girl's neck for a pulse 
and was relieved to find it beating strongly. He was elated and felt 
more alive than he had ever felt as he made his way down the highway 
towards his cabin retreat, almost bouncing in his seat with joy at 
having achieved the first step of his goal.

When he arrived at the cabin, Carl picked up the now-semiconscious girl 
from between the front seats and easily carried her up the steps to the 
wooden porch. He slung her limp body over one shoulder and searched for 
the key to the single cabin door and unlocked it, swinging it wide with 
a rusty-hinge creak and carried Tina inside, flipping a light switch by 
the door with his free hand. Carl crossed the small living room to the 
open door to the one bedroom and flipped on the light in that room, the 
dim glow of the lamp illuminating the pair of twin beds occupying the 
small room. He gently laid the bound Tina on the bed situated against 
the far wall, detecting a slight stirring from her. 

Quickly, fearing she was about to awake, Carl unwrapped the tape 
binding her wrists and ankles and replaced them with padded leg and 
hand cuffs that were fastened to the heavy wood legs of the bed with 
short chains, spreading her arms and legs so the girl could barely move 
her extremities once she was fully conscious. Carl then carefully 
removed the tape covering her mouth, using his thumb to massage the 
remaining adhesive off of her upper lip and chin. Once he was certain 
that Tina was secure, Carl stepped back from the bed and admired his 
prize, the adrenalin that had been pumping through his veins replaced 
by a euphoria that was heightened by the vision lying on the bed before 
him. Even with the gray tape covering her eyes, the small girl was 
still a sight to behold, her long blonde pony tail splayed on the 
pillow beside her head, her full, pouting lips slightly open in a 
child-like slumber. Carl's eyes traversed down her body, devouring 
every inch of her petite form, feeling aroused by the curvature of the 
youthful body that even her loose-fitting clothing couldn't disguise. 

Seeing that he hadn't removed her shoes, Carl stepped back to the bed 
and untied the laces of her bulky tennis shoes and slid them off of her 
feet. Once he had removed the shoes, Carl marveled at how tiny her feet 
were, even in the heavy white socks, and he estimated them to be no 
more than a woman's size five. Carl carried the shoes to a small cedar 
chest on the other side of the room and placed them inside, then locked 
the chest with a small padlock he had added. He returned to the bed and 
continued to stare down at the beautiful form spread-eagled on the bed. 
Carl couldn't resist cupping one breast through her pullover top and 
giving it a gentle squeeze. He was delighted by the firmness of the 
tiny mound and how it rebounded each time he squeezed it, much like a 
rubber ball would do. 

Carl let his hand wander down Tina's chest and across her flat stomach, 
feeling the slightly elevated pubic mound beneath his palm. He let his 
two middle fingers slip to her crotch and felt the softness there, the 
seam of her pants sinking into the tight folds of her pussy lips with 
the pressure of his fingers. The unresisted exploration of her body 
caused Carl's breathing to quicken and he felt a stirring in his loins, 
then a hardening of his cock inside his jeans. His touch in Tina's most 
private area caused her to stir and a slight moan escaped her lips. Her 
body shifted slightly and Carl realized she was recovering from her 
drugged sleep, so he quickly stepped back and picked up a blanket from 
the foot of the adjacent bed, then gently spread it over Tina. 

Her stirring movements ceased and Carl detected a change in her 
breathing, one of exhausted slumber instead of the slight gasping of 
her earlier breathing. Carl left the room and locked the front door, 
turned out the living room light and returned to the bedroom. He 
quietly undressed and reclined on the bed next to the sleeping 
teenager. Carl gave her one more look and then turned out the light, 
then settled under the covers, thinking before he fell asleep that 
tomorrow would be soon enough to fulfill all the fantasies that had 
been developing in his mind. In a matter of minutes, Carl was in a 
deep, dream-plagued sleep.

Carl was startled awake by the shouting of the girl as she cried out 
"Help! Help me, someone! Please, someone help me!" Her shouting turned 
to sobs as she struggled against the chains holding her to the bed and 
began to plead to invisible beings, "Where am I? Please let me go! 
Please! Oh, God, please help me!" 

Her sobs and plaintiff cries for help touched Carl's heart, giving him 
an instant of remorse for his capture of the delicate, innocent girl. 
He quickly sat up and swung his feet to the floor, part of his 
conscience demanding he release her, conflicting with the stronger 
desire contained deeply within him to possess her, cage her like a 
pretty song bird. Before he could act on his remorseful side, Carl's 
stronger needs took over and he pushed the feelings of contrition out 
of his mind as he rose from the bed, standing over the pleading form in 
nothing but his underwear and stockinged feet.

Carl's movement was detected by Tina and her sobs quieted as her head 
turned in the direction from which the movement had come. She 
questioned timidly, "Wh-what is happening? Pl-please, whoever you are, 
t-tell me. Who are you? Where am I?" When Carl didn't immediately 
reply, Tina repeated her pleading questions, "Wh-what am I doing here? 
Who are you? Why? Wh-whyyy?"

Carl was beginning to wish he had left the tape on her mouth as he 
answered with a lowered voice, hoping she wouldn't recognize him, "It 
won't do you any good to scream, shout or cry, Tina. You're in a secret 
place, well-hidden, and now you're mine. Mine to do with as I want."

His use of her name further confused Tina. "H-how do you know my name? 
Who arrreee you? What do you want with me?"

Carl bent forward and tugged on the pin with her name on it attached to 
her top. "That's how I know your name, Tina. You advertise it." Seeing 
the realization on her face, Carl continued, "as far as who I am, it's 
better for you that you don't know. And, what do I want with you . . ." 
Carl let his voice trail off, leaving his intentions to be deducted by 
the frightened girl.

Tina sobbed loudly, "But why-y-y me? Why are you doing this to me-e-e?" 
Then she appeared to think of what the man had said. "Are, are you 
going to kill me?" The thought of being killed caused her body to begin 
to uncontrollably tremble, her lower lip nervously twitching as she bit 
down on it in a feeble attempt at control.

"That depends, Tina," Carl spoke menacingly. "It's up to you. Do as I 
say and I won't hurt you or kill you. Do something stupid and . . ." He 
let his voice trail off again to convey the unspoken.

The girl's frightened state intensified as she stammered through 
chattering teeth, "A-are y-you go-going to r-r-rape m-m-me?"

"No, Tina. No, I'm not going to rape you. Not at all. Rape is when the 
woman isn't willing," Carl smirked, "but you're going to be willing. 
You're going to do anything I want or else . . ." Then he added in an 
effort to comfort her fears, "and if you do as I say, then I'll take 
good care of you. When I'm finished with you, you'll be able to go 
home."

His last words had the desired effect as Tina's trembling subsided some 
and she asked with hope causing her to gasp her words, "Then, then 
you'll let me go? Will you? Please?"

Carl bent over her and lightly caressed her face, brushing away the 
tears that had seeped from under the tape. "Yes, dear Tina, yes. I'll 
let you go. All you have to do is obey me for a short time. That's all. 
You have to give me complete obedience or be punished. Do you 
understand?"

Tina's words came tumbling out in a torrent of compliance, "yes, yes. 
Yes, sir, I'll do what you say. Just please let me go home. Please?"

Carl smiled in total satisfaction as the girl capitulated. A sense of 
immense strength and power flooded his mind at having such control over 
someone so young, so beautiful. He felt like a king with complete 
control over his subjects. It was a completely new feeling to him and 
empowered him with a new boldness, and a rush of excitement washed 
through him. Carl decided to test his new power and asked in a 
demanding tone, "Then I won't be raping you, will I, Tina? You'll give 
into me willingly, won't you?"

Tina eagerly nodded her head, "Yes, sir. You won't have to rape me. 
I'll do whatever you say."

Her response brought an evil grin to Carl's lips and he tested his 
power further, "Good, Tina. That's what I wanted to hear. Now, give me 
a kiss. Kiss me like I'm your lover." Carl bent over Tina and brought 
his lips to her's, the fullness of her warm, soft lips sending a wave 
of excitement through him as Tina opened her mouth slightly, 
tentatively, and began to brush his probing tongue with hers, putting 
all of her inexperienced effort into kissing the unseen man with the 
fervor she had only used with former boyfriends. 

Carl was enthralled by the perfumed taste of the yielding girl's mouth 
and hungrily licked at her lips and probed inside her as deeply as he 
could stretch his tongue, feeling the excitement welling up in him, 
going from his brain straight to his crotch and causing his cock to 
twitch in sensual response.. He lingered at her sweet mouth for several 
minutes, delighting in the nectar of her innocence, her inexperience.

When Carl finally lifted his lips from Tina's, she embarrassingly 
confided, "Please, sir, please, can I use the bathroom? I have to go."

Her embarrassment at having to confess to a stranger that she needed to 
use the bathroom made Carl laugh out loud as he agreed, "Sure, little 
lady, sure. Let me unfasten these chains. I hadn't even thought about 
you might have to use the lady's room." Carl quickly unfastened the 
chains and helped Tina to her feet, then turned her around and fastened 
the cuffs on her wrists behind her back. He put an arm around her tiny 
shoulders and guided her through the bedroom door to the bathroom, 
stopping in front of the toilet. "There you are, Tina. Here's the 
toilet."

Tina looked up at him unseeing, her mouth twisted in an unspoken 
question, then she asked, "but, but how can I?"

Chagrined, Carl realized what she was asking, failing to think that she 
would have to drop her pants to use the bathroom. "Oh, yes, yes, I see. 
I wasn't thinking," he apologized. Still not sure if she would try to 
escape, Carl decided to not undo her cuffed wrists and started to undo 
her pants for her. His action at first startled Tina, then she realized 
the unseen man was going to assist her, so she relaxed as Carl undid 
the belt to her pants, unfastened the top button and lowered the 
zipper. 

Bending over, Carl slid her pants and bikini panties down 
simultaneously to her knees and then guided her to sit on the toilet. 
He caught a glimpse of the tawny-colored patch of hair nested above her 
pussy as he pulled her pants down and sat her on the porcelain bowl, 
his eyes transfixed on the smoothness of her abdomen with a slight hint 
of baby fat and the curvature of her hips as she sat, feeling another 
twitch of his cock at the sensual, yet so innocent appearance of her 
half-nakedness.

Carl stood there looking down at the sitting girl, not offering to 
leave the small room to afford her some privacy until Tina looked up at 
him questioningly and again in that embarrassed tone muttered, "Please, 
sir, can I do it in private?"

Carl recovered some sense of decorum and apologetically answered, "Oh, 
sure, sure, Tina. I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking again." With those 
words, Carl backed out of the room, but left the door open where he 
could see Tina. Almost immediately he heard a strong stream of piss 
splatter into the water at the bottom of the bowl and saw her face turn 
red with the realization that her captor hadn't closed the door and 
could probably see her. But her full bladder had no room for 
embarrassment as the girl continued to pee for a full minute, her knees 
slightly spread, forcing her pants to her ankles, her torso bent partly 
over with her hands firmly fastened behind her back. Carl was 
fascinated by the sight before him framed in the open doorway and he 
thought how erotic it was to watch the innocent girl respond to 
nature's call.

When she was finished emptying her bladder, Tina started to awkwardly 
stand, fighting to keep her balance with her hands fastened behind her. 
Carl quickly stepped back into the bathroom and pushed her back down on 
the commode seat, explaining, "whoa, wait a minute, baby. You need to 
wipe or you'll get raw down there." While he spoke, Carl pulled several 
sheets of paper off the roll beside the commode and cupped them in his 
hand.

Tina stuttered, "But, but, I can't, sir. Can't you undo my hands for 
me?"

Carl shook his head and remembering she couldn't see, further 
explained, "no, Tina. No, I can't do that. But I'll wipe for you." 
Without waiting for her compliance, Carl dipped the hand with the paper 
between Tina's legs and rubbed it back and forth over her down-covered 
pussy lips, pushing it slightly past them, thoroughly wiping her 
genitals as though she was a new-born baby.

Tina muttered embarrassingly, "Oh, please, sir, please. This is so 
embarrassing."

Carl wasn't the least embarrassed, naturally, but was highly excited 
sexually by the action. He lifted the dampened paper to his nose and 
inhaled, curious as to how the girl's piss would smell. Although it 
didn't smell any different than his own, Carl's aroused senses gave the 
urine a different interpretation, sensing it as though it was heavenly 
perfume. After taking a couple more sniffs, he dropped it into the 
toilet between Tina's legs and, placing his hands under her arms, 
lifted her off the seat. He then pulled her pants up over her hips and 
held them up as he guided her back to the bed. Carl turned her around 
and unfastened the cuffs from her wrists and dropped them on the bed. 
Gratefully, Tina turned her head towards him and softly said, "Thanks, 
sir," as she began to vigorously rub her wrists where the bindings had 
chaffed her..

Carl grasped her top at the bottom and began to lift it, 
unceremoniously pushing her arms up so he could pull it over her head. 
Without saying a word, Carl unfastened her bra strap and pushed the 
thin straps off her shoulders. Neither of them spoke as Carl turned 
Tina around and pulled the bra off her arms and tossed it on the bed 
where he had slept. Instinctively, Tina crossed her arms in front of 
her and covered her girlish breasts. Her action brought a quick 
response from Carl. "Put your arms down, Tina, or I'll put the cuffs 
back on."

Tina quickly reacted to his command, which pleased Carl as he stared at 
her small mounds. They were small, an A' cup like he had surmised, but 
they were perfectly formed, small globes with deep pink nipples barely 
emerging from the surrounding, slightly darker aureola, the creamy 
white flesh of the remainder of her breast providing a stark contrast. 
He reached for one breast and enveloped it in his large hand, lightly 
squeezing the rebounding flesh. His touch was unexpected and Tina gave 
a slight jump and step backwards before Carl tightened his grip and 
pulled her by her breast back to him. He then released his grip and 
smiled at the small jiggle the tit gave as a reward for release. Carl 
took the waistband of the still-unfastened pants and shoved them down, 
his hands caressing Tina's hips and firm buttocks as he forced the 
material over the obstructions to her knees. Letting his actions speak 
for him, Carl pushed lightly on Tina's shoulders and she sat down on 
the edge of the bed. He bent to one knee and grabbed a pant leg in each 
hand and lifted and pulled until the pants came off Tina's outstretched 
feet. Without pausing to look at the newly exposed portions of her 
body, Carl slid her thin, lacy panties off, holding the crotch to his 
nostrils while he inhaled her scent before he threw them on the other 
bed. Then he removed her socks, leaving them on the floor by her feet.

Carl stepped back and observed the now completely nude, pubescent body 
sitting before him, his eyes traveling inch by inch up her body from 
her painted toenails to the top of her head. The view of her sitting 
was enticing, but Carl wanted to completely examine his prize and, as 
reinforcement of his power over the helpless girl, commanded, "Stand 
up, Tina. Stand up with your hands by your side."

Tina wordlessly did as she was told, only briefly showing any sign of 
an urge to cover her nakedness. She stood there patiently, her fingers 
nervously fidgeting at her sides while Carl took in her full beauty, 
particularly admiring her shapely, muscular legs that many women would 
envy. Her posture with her arms at her sides seemed to accentuate the 
curvature of her body and the ripening of her girlish breasts, her hips 
flaring out from a very tiny waist, giving Tina a waspish look. Carl 
issued another command, "Raise your arms over your head as far as you 
can." He had to whistle softly as Tina did as he said, her raising arms 
causing her already-high breasts to point more to the ceiling, the skin 
over her rib cage stretching taut to reveal her ribs. Carl's eyes left 
the delicious appearing breasts and traveled down her body to the dark 
blonde swath of hair mounted on her pubic bone. He commented, not 
caring if he embarrassed Tina, "Mmm, you're a natural blonde, aren't 
you, baby?"

Tina didn't reply to Carl's comment and he really didn't expect a 
reply. It was more an observation than a question. But he was 
tremendously enjoying the power of command he was having over someone 
so tender and young and beautiful. "Turn around, Tina.. Turn slowly." 
When she started to put her arms down, Carl barked, "Keep your arms up! 
I didn't tell you to put them down!" Tina's reaction at his gruff voice 
was immediate and she jerked her arms back in the air as she slowly 
turned around. Carl inwardly rejoiced at her quick, fearful response to 
his barked command, realizing that she was going to be totally 
submissive to him. He admired the rippling of her muscles in her thighs 
and buttocks as she slowly pivoted on one foot and when she had 
completely turned to where her back faced him, Carl's breath 
involuntarily caught at the shapeliness of her ass, the way it swept 
outward from her tiny waist to form to superbly shaped globes of white 
muscle, blemish free, the tightness of her flesh concealing the crevice 
formed by the two mounds. He reached out and placed the palm of his 
hand on one smooth cheek and gave it a squeeze, then a pat of approval. 
She is so perfect, he thought. So symmetrical and perfectly formed. 
Never had he seen a body that was so flawless.

Carl hoarsely whispered another order, "Lay down on the bed, Tina. On 
your back with your arms by your side.

Tina again did as she was told and, as she was reclining, she nervously 
asked, "Are, are you going to do it now, sir?" Before Carl could reply, 
Tina added, "Please, sir, please don't hurt me."

Carl sat on the bed beside her and said in a comforting tone, "Relax, 
Tina, relax. We're not going to do anything . . . yet. We're just going 
to talk. That's all." As he spoke, Carl began to lightly stroke Tina's 
body, his fingers brushing her nipples and sliding down her stomach, 
stopping at her hairy triangle.

Tina nervously fidgeted on the bed, Carl's touch obviously instilling a 
fear in her. "Wh-what are we going to talk about, sir?"

"Oh, nothing much, Tina. I just want to know a few things, is all." 
Carl paused a moment to let his explanation sink in before continuing. 
"Like, have you ever had sex before? Or are you a virgin? And before 
you answer, you better know that I'll be able to tell and if I find 
you've lied to me, I'll have to severely punish you. I won't stand for 
any lies. Do you understand me?"

When Tina didn't answer, Carl pinched a nipple, and repeated, "Do you 
understand?"

Tina let out a slight yelp of pain and quickly replied, "Yes. Yes, I 
understand. And I won't lie to you, sir. I promise."

Carl nodded in satisfaction, then prompted, "Well? Are you a virgin?"

Tina hesitated for a minute, lightly biting her lower lip as she 
contemplated her answer. "I've, I've had sex one time, sir. That is 
all. Just that one time."

Carl queried, eager for details, "When was that? And with whom?"

"It, it was with my ex-boyfriend. Last year. Last summer, sir." Eager 
to explain her giving of her virginity, Tina confided, "he told me he 
loved me and if I loved him, I would let him do it. I was very much in 
love with him, so I let him do it to me."

Carl nodded in understanding, "I see. I see. I'm glad you were honest 
with me, Tina. I really don't want to punish you. Now, tell me, just 
what did he do?"

"Well, well he got between my legs and put it in me," she answered.

"And that's all, Tina? You didn't do anything else? You didn't suck his 
cock or anything like that?"

Tina's face turned beet red and she truthfully answered, "He, he wanted 
me to put his thing in my mouth, but all I did was kiss it."

Carl patronizingly corrected Tina, "That thing' is a cock, a prick, a 
dick, Tina, and that's what I want you to call it from now on. Now, say 
it. Say cock'."

Tina's face brightened again, "Yes, sir. It's a cock."

Carl grinned at another defeat of the girl's defenses. "Ok, what else 
did you do with your boyfriend, Tina? That couldn't have been the first 
time you two had done anything. Hadn't you ever played with each other? 
Surely, he must have at least fingered you."

Tina's embarrassment continued, but she answered Carl's questions. "He 
did touch me down there a few times. And he had me masturbate him a 
couple of times."

Carl laughed out loud, "So, you had to jerk him off, huh? Did he shoot 
that cum all over your hand?"

Tina only nodded in answer, too embarrassed to put into words an act 
she still considered taboo. "But it was only a couple of times, sir. 
That's all. And he's not my boyfriend now because I found out he was 
also seeing other girls at school."

Carl was surprised at Tina's additional disclosure, not expecting her 
to relate that she had been cheated on and had given her virginity to a 
liar and cheat. He rubbed her belly in a comforting fashion and advised 
in a fatherly tone, "Don't let it get to you, kid. That's the dating 
game. It won't be the first time or the last. You just have to accept 
it and move on. The guy must have been an asshole, anyway, to cheat on 
someone as lovely and nice as you."

His words appeared to comfort Tina and she seemed to relax, actually 
enjoying the stranger's hand rubbing her belly. Her mother had always 
done that when she felt bad and the feeling gave her a contact with 
this stranger, this man who had kidnaped her and was going to do things 
to her that still terrified her, despite having lost her virginity. She 
managed a smile for her captor and said in a grateful voice, "Thanks, 
mister. Thank you. I'm not all that special, but it's nice to hear 
someone say it."

Carl took advantage of her relaxing state and suggested rather than 
ordered, "Spread your legs, Tina. Spread them for me."

Without much hesitation, Tina did as she was asked, spreading her legs 
half-open, wondering what the man was going to do. She didn't have to 
wait very long as she felt Carl's hand slip between her legs, his 
fingers caressing the hidden softness while his thumb rubbed over her 
silky pubic hairs. It was with half-fear and half-pleasure when she 
felt a finger slide between the lips between her legs and she 
involuntarily tightened her thigh muscles until the male voice 
whispered hoarsely, "Relax, baby, just relax. You'll enjoy it if you'll 
relax." Seeing Tina visibly relax to his soothing words, Carl began to 
slowly, ever so lightly slide his finger up and down the crevice 
beneath his hand, feeling the instinctive loosening of the flesh 
guarding the entrance to her sexual soul. While he teased the heatening 
flesh, Carl ran the palm of his other hand up the girl's body to one 
breast and began to massage the tiny nipple with his warm palm, his 
hand moving in circles, feeling the hardening nipple tickle his palm, 
pleased at Tina's awakening sexuality, a contradiction to her thoughts 
of violation, of unwilling surrender.

Inserting his finger gently further into Tina's deep recesses, Carl 
leaned forward and replaced the hand on her breast with his mouth, 
tenderly capturing the now-erect nipple between his lips. He began a 
slow flicking of the blood-engorged extension with his tongue, pausing 
briefly to suck it further into his mouth while he worked his middle 
finger in and out of Tina's wettening pussy, his third finger brushing 
against her anal opening with each imperceptible stroke. In just a 
matter of minutes, Carl was rewarded with a noticeable quickening of 
Tina's breathing, her small chest rising and falling in short gasps 
while her almost virginal cunt oozed a clear lubricating fluid, coating 
his penetrating finger and forming a small rivulet down to her asshole. 
Despite her inexperience sexually and the fact that she was an 
unwilling participant, Carl observed to himself, "Mmm, this little girl 
could turn out to be a real sex addict. With just the right touch and 
training..." he let his thoughts evaporate as he began to massage her 
breast and pussy more rapidly, his previous thoughts validated by the 
small rising of her curvy hips to meet his penetrating finger. Just as 
he could see the sexual novice he was administering was near a climatic 
release, Carl abruptly released her breast from his mouth and removed 
his now-slick finger from her palpitating pussy.

Carl was cruelly pleased at the to-be-expected reaction as Tina let out 
a small moan of frustration, the muscles in her belly visibly 
tightening with un-relieved tension. Carl chuckled at Tina's 
involuntary admission of her desire. "You liked that, didn't you, Tina? 
Felt real good, didn't it?" He could see her cheeks turn crimson as 
Tina silently nodded in agreement, her breathing still controlled by 
her sexual arousal. Carl prompted, "Well? Tell me, dear. Tell me if you 
liked it."

Tina took a deep breath and whispered her answer, "Yes, sir. It felt 
good.. Not like when my boyfriend did it. I felt it all over."

Carl placed his hand back between her legs, but made no effort to 
insert a finger, merely letting Tina feel the warmth of his hand 
against her burning flesh. "Do you want me to continue, Tina? Do you 
want more?"

Tina nodded again, ashamedly mouthing "Pleas-s-s-e, please."

Carl rose from the bed and wrapped a fist around his throbbing cock, 
thrilled at the iron-stiffness of it and the deep-redness of the 
velvety head as a small drop of pre-cum flowed to the surface. Stepping 
to the head of the bed, his cock just a foot above the lovely, 
unsuspecting face, Carl announced, "First, you have to do something for 
me. Tit for tat, young lady." As Tina's head turned toward the sound of 
his voice and her mouth began to open to question what the man wanted 
in exchange for her sexual release, Carl bent forward and rubbed the 
head of his cock across her lips, depositing a trail of sticky, clear 
pre-cum against the soft, petal-like mouth, the fluid stringing from 
the small opening like a spider's web as Carl straightened.

Tina's reaction was immediate as she quickly turned her head away from 
Carl and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "Wh-what was that?" 
Realizing just as quickly as her reaction, Tina knew what Carl had done 
and pleaded, "Please, mister, please don't do that. I-I don't want to 
do that." Her pleas became almost a whimper as she added, "It, it's not 
clean. Y-you pee with it."

Carl shook his head at her naivety and quickly shot back, "Well, miss 
innocence, you pee with your pussy, too. And, I'll have you know, my 
cock is clean." Seeing that his words weren't making an impression on 
Tina, Carl half-angrily, with a steel edge in his voice, proclaimed, 
"you're going to have to learn to like it, little girl, and that's all 
there is to it." Even as he spoke, Carl roughly grabbed Tina's hair in 
one hand and pulled her head up to his cock while he guided it to her 
mouth with the other, the bulbous head striking her tightly-closed lips 
and leaving another smear of clear liquid. Tina's mouth was unyielding, 
her head struggling to turn away but held in place by Carl's hand 
wrapped in her hair. Her resistance only served to anger Carl further 
and he released his cock and savagely grabbed one of Tina's nipples 
between a thumb and forefinger, twisting and pulling mercilessly. 

The pain was more than Tina could stand and she opened her mouth in a 
half-scream, only to have it stuffed immediately by Carl's thickened 
cock. Once he had it lodged in her mouth, Carl released her nipple and 
wrapped both hands around Tina's head and held her as he began to 
forcefully feed her his pulsating cock as Tina began to gag in 
rebellion. Carl pulled his cock back until just the head was resting 
inside her mouth and then instructed in a no-nonsense tone, "Now, run 
your tongue around the head, Tina. Do it, or I'll ram it all the way 
down your throat!"

Tina, fearful now, began to do as Carl instructed, her soft tongue 
lightly teasing the nerve-filled head, mixing her saliva with the 
tasteless precum oozing copiously into her mouth. The touch of Tina's 
velvety tongue on the heightened nerves made Carl moan in pleasure as 
he complimented, "that's the girl. That's it, Tina. Oh, baby, that 
feels good." He let Tina massage his cock for a few minutes before he 
instructed further, but in a softer voice, "now, begin to let your 
mouth slide down it slowly, Tina, while you keep using your tongue. 
When you've taken as much of it as you can, then let it slide out just 
as slowly while you suck in like sucking a straw."

Tina began to do as Carl said, the wide cock stretching her tiny mouth 
until her lips were tight against her teeth, doing her best to placate 
the man she had obviously angered. She managed to get about three 
inches of Carl's eight-inch cock in her mouth before her gag reflex 
took over, but she fought the reflex and began to suck inward as she 
pulled her head back, drawing even more of the seemingly-endless precum 
from the stiff, mouth-filling meat, until she reached the tip of the 
head. For a brief instant, Tina was tempted to completely withdraw it 
from her mouth before she remembered the man's violent reaction at her 
previous refusal, then she rationalized that it wasn't bad, after all. 
It didn't taste dirty, having no taste at all, actually, and other than 
the stretching of her lips and jaw muscles, Tina began to realize that 
her fears and abhorrence of sucking a man's cock was unfounded. With 
that realization, Tina began to perform the task with a little more 
enthusiasm, eager now to please her captor in the hopes she would be 
rewarded with her freedom.

While Tina sucked his cock, Carl released his hold on her head and, 
with his head tilted back and eyes closed, enjoyed the thrilling 
sensation of having such a beautiful young girl suck him. The 
sensations of her soft mouth and tongue quickly became too much and, 
not wanting it to end so soon, Carl transferred his thoughts to other 
vistas, thinking of songs he liked, what was going on at his office, 
anything to control the urge building up inside him. Finally realizing 
that wasn't working due to the rapidly-learning efforts of the little 
blonde, Carl pulled his cock out of her mouth, making a plopping sound, 
and wrapped a thumb and forefinger around the base, squeezing tightly 
to fight back the mounting surge of cum he felt in his tightening nuts. 
Tina fell back to the bed while Carl continued his inward battle, she 
mentally questioning why the man had suddenly pulled his cock out of 
her mouth. After a couple of minutes Carl finally had control of his 
urge to expel his load of cum and he sat once again on the side of the 
bed, unceremoniously dropping his hand between the still-spread legs. 
His finger once again began to tease the puffed flesh of her vaginal 
lips, spreading the lingering moisture up and down the soft crevices 
before slipping effortlessly into Tina's warm passage.

 Feeling the spontaneous response of the girl's body, Carl turned on 
one hip and reclined beside the still, soft, inviting form, his finger 
continuing to excite the nerve endings encompassing the digit, plunging 
ever deeper inside and then withdrawing, each caress gliding over the 
extending clit and sending shock waves of excitement and chills 
throughout Tina's body. Carl bent his head and captured a nipple in his 
mouth, sucking it to erection before pinching it with his closed lips 
and pulling it upward. His actions began to cause Tina's sexual desire 
to subrogate her fears, her inner voice telling her that what was 
happening was wrong and she should fight off her violator. 

Almost imperceptibly, Tina's legs opened more and more until she had 
raised her feet to a position just inches from her ass, her legs bent 
and spread wide, forcing the tendons connecting her hips to her upper 
legs to become more pronounced and her small pubic mound to jut upwards 
from her soft belly as she unconsciously began to grind against the 
hand sending waves of sensations through her body.

In one fluid motion, Carl rolled over between Tina's wide-spread legs 
and rested his body on her small frame, his massaging hand moving to 
her other breast while his mouth continued to tease and tantalize the 
other apple-shaped globe. Not receiving any sign of resistance from 
Tina, Carl slightly raised his hips and, taking his hungry cock in one 
hand, began to rub it up and down the thoroughly wet crack between her 
legs, the engorged head easily parting the inner most lips, aided by 
the voluminous moisture now dripping from inside. Feeling his cock at 
the entrance to Tina's love tunnel, Carl began to push forward with his 
hips with a slow, steady force until the bulbous head finally overcame 
the tightness of her opening. Just as his cock entered the impassioned 
girl, she quickly cried out, "Oh, oh, please, it hurts! Please stop!" 
Tina's head swung from side to side as she moaned from the stretching 
pain and implored, "Oh, please, mister. It's too big. You're hurting 
me."

Oblivious to the girl's cries for him to stop, Carl continued to push 
forward, his cock gradually penetrating deeper and deeper until the 
head cleared the tunnel entrance and broke into the cave of her vagina. 
Carl paused and rose up on his knees, holding the girl's thighs open as 
he looked down at the splendor of his cock half-buried in her softness, 
transfixed by the sight of her stretched pussy lips wrapped around his 
thick man-meat. Tina's cries of pain slowly subsided as her pussy began 
to adjust to the large intrusion while Carl waited patiently, 
wordlessly.

 Feeling Tina relax slightly, Carl pulled his cock back an inch or two, 
then slid forward once more, repeating the slow movement time after 
time, encouraged by the loosening of the cunt that had been gripping 
his cock with steel-fisted force, each successive movement forward 
gaining new, uncharted territory, slowly filling the girl's small 
cavity with his grown man's prick. After what seemed an interminable 
time, Carl finally felt his nut sack rest against Tina's white buttocks 
and, with a final push, his cock hairs joined her downy nest in union. 

By then Tina had completely relaxed and her body was responding to each 
forward movement of what now seemed to her as the ultimate, pleasing 
sensation, a fullness and sensual delight she had never thought 
existed. Her breathing changed to one of short grunting gasps as the 
smooth, iron-like rod stroked every nerve ending inside her, the rope-
like veins of the cock rubbing against her clit with each passage, the 
shocks from the feeling traveling up her spine and exploding in her 
head, releasing more sex hormones in her brain, her brain shutting out 
all other senses except that of sexual need, response and giving. 
Without thinking, Tina's hands had traveled to her breasts to massage 
and squeeze as Carl had, her fingers twisting and tormenting her 
nipples, enhancing the sensations she was feeling inside her. Her hips 
began to rise to meet Carl's forward thrusts as she delighted in the 
feeling of his hot cock punching against her innermost reaches, the 
eight inches feeling as though it was trying to exit through her open 
mouth where her tongue was slightly suspended over her teeth in 
primordial grunting. 

When she felt her first climax, Tina almost fainted from the intense 
pleasure, the heat that washed over her body feeling like being 
immersed in a hot bath. She let out an involuntary cry as the second 
climax began at her toes and traveled at lightening speed up her body, 
convulsing every muscle in the journey to her brain. Her toes arched 
upward from the bed in an almost-cramping position as the climax 
exploded first in her brain and then deep within her surging pussy as 
she felt what seemed like a stream of hot fluid burst forth from 
somewhere deep inside her body. Tina locked her legs around the large 
body of the man imparting such pleasure to her and unwittingly reached 
upward for him with her tiny hands, seeming to implore the unseen 
benefactor for more, for the delights she didn't know were possible.

Carl stretched out on top of the small Tina, his chin at the top of her 
head, and was barely aware of her waif-like hands on his back as she 
appeared to hug him to her. Resting most of his weight on his elbows, 
Carl began to speed up the movement of his hips, letting his cock slip 
almost completely out of the wet burrow before plunging it quickly in 
to the limit, his movements rocking the girl up and down on the bed, 
his forward thrusts ending with a resounding smack as their soaked 
crotches met. The pent-up desire for this beautiful creature beneath 
him and the feel of her virginal cunt soon overcame all senses as Carl 
felt the welling up of the sperm filling his balls. He suddenly rose to 
his knees again and, grasping Tina's small buttocks in his large hands, 
rammed his cock as far forward as he could and let out a loud "Agghhh," 
as he felt the cum spring forth from his tortured nuts and out the eye 
in the purple head buried deep inside the yielding cavity. Carl 
stiffened as he felt his cock jerk spasmodically, each convulsing jerk 
shooting more thick, creamy cum against the velvety walls. The feeling 
of the hot cum splashing inside her brought yet another orgasm to the 
weakened Tina and she dug her fingernails into her palms as it overtook 
her body. She saw flashes of white light behind her eyelids, blinding 
flashes followed by a swirling, whirlpool-like feeling in her brain and 
then nothing as she actually gave into the complete dominance of her 
first sexual gratification and fainted.

Carl stood over the still figure on the bed for several minutes, unsure 
of her condition, even feeling for a pulse, until he saw her stir in 
moan in quiet satisfaction before coming fully awake. He couldn't 
resist studying her innocent beauty as she laid there, legs still 
spread in sexy abandonment, chest lightly rising and falling with her 
breathing, accentuating her pert, small breasts. His enjoyment of 
Tina's beautiful body was interrupted when she sat up and explained, 
"Please, mister, I have to use the bathroom." One hand held her belly 
as if to gesture that she was full as her blinded eyes searched for his 
presence.

Carl understandingly, almost fatherly, spoke, "Oh, sure, Tina. That's 
ok. Here, let me help you up." He placed a hand behind her back and 
helped her stand and the second that Tina stood, she felt a warm 
flowing begin between her legs and instinctively reached down to cup a 
palm under her pussy as a gush of cum and pussy juice mixture exited 
her body and filled her small hand. Carl was amused as he watched Tina 
walk slightly straddle-legged to the bathroom, keeping her hand between 
her legs as Carl guided her. As quickly as she felt the cold seat of 
the commode touch the back of her knees, Tina sat down, her face 
turning crimson when the remainder of the juices inside her landed with 
a plop on the water of the bowl, quickly followed by a almost-clear 
stream of piss, which made the sound of escaping steam as it churned 
the bowl water with its force. 

With the urgency of her need to go, Tina didn't even request privacy 
this time although she could feel the presence of the man standing in 
front of her, just inches from her face. She held the hand up with the 
glob of cum and pussy juice leaking between her fingers, silently 
asking for a means to wipe it off before Carl realized what she needed 
and quickly rolled several sheets of paper onto his hand and gave it to 
her. The sight of the blindfolded girl innocently wiping the results of 
their sex off her hand, her legs partly spread and revealing the 
puffiness of her cunt lips topped with the light brown fur and the cum 
floating in the bowl beneath her ass, soon began to have the predicted 
effect on Carl as he felt his cock begin to rise once more. Wordlessly, 
he stepped closer to the still-wiping girl and held his cock to her 
lips, smiling as the first droplets touched the fullness. Tina didn't 
resist this time, but appeared to hungrily take the prodding cock into 
her mouth and begin to taste the sediment of their previous sex, the 
sex-smell overwhelming her and seeming to turn on a switch in her brain 
. . . a switch that once again made her crave for the wonderment she 
had earlier experienced. Her re-awakened desires were evidenced in her 
now artful attention to bringing the half-flaccid cock to full 
attention. It didn't take long before her efforts were rewarded, as 
Carl passionately lifted her from the commode and, carrying her in his 
arms, returned to the small bed.

The next session of was even better than the first as Carl took his 
time to explore the lovely body, searching for all the sensitive spots 
that even Tina did not know existed until Carl discovered them. He 
found the innocent girl was unusually sensitive right behind the knee, 
Tina shivering with pleasure as he circled his tongue in the soft 
flesh. And her neck. Stroking her neck with his tongue caused the 
girl's toes to curl. Then there was that little spot on her lower 
belly, just inside the jutting of her hip bone that made her moan in 
delight and thrust her tiny pubic mound upwards. Although Tina was a 
captive, whisked away from family and friends in the dead of night, the 
new-found sensations and the awakening of her body pushed all thoughts 
of fear and hatred of her captor from her mind.

 Like a eager to learn student, she became deeply engrossed in the 
teaching of the delights her body could give her, the euphoria that 
flowed through her brain. When Carl finally entered her, Tina 
immediately began to experience a chain of multiple orgasms, each 
building on the previous one, making her arousal climb as though 
ascending an endless flight of stairs. Having already possessed her 
body once, Carl no longer had the driving urgency of the first time 
inside her, choosing to focus instead on each second of their 
copulation, proceeding slowly, almost teasingly, pausing often to 
control the urge to cum, not wanting the joining with his beautiful 
Tina to end but wanting to become part of her, to share with her the 
ultimate expression between a man and woman. It did have to end, 
however, but not until both of them were sexually exhausted, their sex 
organs aching from the prolonged contact. They fell asleep with Carl's 
cock deflating inside Tina, his cum and her's spilling from her 
stretched pussy as they slept.

It was dark when Carl awoke, lying on his back. He was surprised to 
find that Tina had wrapped an arm and leg over his body and had her 
face buried in his shoulder, her breathing soft against his skin. The 
warmth and softness of her body struck a chord of tenderness within 
Carl and he raised his free hand to her hair and softly stroked the 
tousled curls as his eyes searched for the details of her face in the 
darkened room. His touch caused Tina to stir and then awaken, startled 
by her position against Carl, at first unaware of where she was, and 
she pulled away from the warm body she had been lying against, leaving 
a band of dewey perspiration on each of them. 

When Tina regained her senses, she relaxed and sat up, raising her arms 
high above her head and stretching like a lithe cat, a sheepish grin 
highlighted by the band of moonlight filtering through the closed 
curtain. Carl placed a hand on her bare back and stroked it, marveling 
at the softness of her skin and the firmness of the muscles beneath.

Tina settled back on the bed, permitting Carl's arm to encircle her 
shoulders as she once again snuggled against his chiseled body. Softly 
she spoke, "I'm hungry. And I would really love to take a bath." Almost 
like a bribe, Tina swung one leg over Carl's and urged in her little-
girl voice, "Can I? I feel all sweaty. And I'm starved! Is there any 
food here?" Her words streamed forth like that of a ten-year-old at a 
carnival wanting to ride everything in sight.

Carl laughed in his booming voice as he gave her shoulders a hug, 
"Well, sure, little lady. Which do you want first? Bath or food?"

Excited, Tina sat up again, "Bath. That's what I want most. I want a 
long, hot bath. Then food, lots of food." She giggled with her last 
words as she added, "I really am starved. I never knew that sex could 
give a person such an appetite."

"You got it, baby," Carl announced as he swung his legs over the side 
of the bed. "I'll go run you a bathtub full of hot water." He didn't 
bother slipping on any clothes, but walked quickly to the bathroom, his 
white buttocks shining in the rays of moonlight coming through the 
unshaded front room windows. Carl flipped on the bathroom light, put 
the stopper in the tub and turned on the hot water but not the cold, 
knowing it would take awhile for the hot water to actually be hot. The 
sound of the running water gave him the urge to piss, so he lifted the 
commode lid and held his cock loosely as the long stream splashed in 
the water below. 

Carl thought he'd never stop pissing and probably wouldn't have if it 
hadn't been for the feel of a warm hand on his back, momentarily 
startling him and shutting off his stream of yellow fluid. He quickly 
shook his cock a couple of times as he looked over his shoulder at Tina 
standing there with her legs tightly squeezed together and bent at the 
knees, an anguished look of urgency on her face.

"Please, mister, I've got to pee!" she wailed, beginning to dance on 
her toes while trying to keep her legs together.

Carl almost laughed at her obvious condition, but didn't want to 
embarrass Tina, so he stepped aside and guided her to the commode. She 
had hardly sat down before her own bladder gushed forth it's own yellow 
stream, paled slightly by the rinsing of the dried cum from her pussy 
lips. Tina blindly reached for the paper, unsure of where the roll was 
hung, before Carl guided her hand to it. He watched her spread her legs 
and wipe herself, bemused by such a natural act.

As she stood, Tina pleaded, "Please, mister, can't you take this tape 
off my eyes? I can't see to do anything. Please?"

Carl spoke slowly, distinctly, as he answered, "It's on there for your 
own good, Tina. I can't take the chance you'll see my face. If you did, 
you know..."

Before he could finish, Tina broke in, "I know, I know. But I promise I 
won't tell anyone what has happened. I promise!" She stepped closer to 
Carl, her body striking a seductive pose, "and, and I liked what we 
did. Why should I tell anyone?" She took another step forward, pressing 
her naked body to his, turning her blinded face up as though able to 
see, "please? Please, please?"

Carl wavered, his growing attachment to the sweet creature affecting 
his judgment, "I-I, I don't know, Tina. How can I be sure? I mean, you 
could just be saying that and as soon as you're free, you go to the 
police."

Tina both heard and sensed Carl's new uncertainty and pressed her case, 
"But I won't! I swear I won't! I may even want to see you once you let 
me go. Would you like that?"

Her last remark made Carl's mind leap with hope, "Really? Would you 
really see me, date me, after I let you go, Tina? Do you mean that?"

In her child-like way, Tina used her fingers to cross her heart as she 
proclaimed, "Cross my heart and hope to die. I really mean it. I like 
you."

That did it for Carl. He wrapped his arms around her waspish waist and 
hugged her close to him, "Oh, Tina, Tina. I want that so much!" He 
stepped back and announced, "I'll do it, Tina, I'll do it. Just a 
minute while I find some alcohol or something to take that tape off. 
It's going to be sticky." 

Tina almost danced as she heard the words, a wide grin lighting up her 
face as Carl stepped around her and turned off the water in the 
bathtub, then opened the cabinet mounted above the sink. He spotted the 
bottle of rubbing alcohol and picked up a package of cotton swabs, then 
turned to Tina. "Put the seat down and sit down, Tina," he suggested as 
he soaked a swab with alcohol. When Tina had sat down, Carl lifted her 
face and began to pick at the end of the tape, slowly pulling the edge 
away from her skin, careful to not cause her any pain. Once he got to 
the beginning of her eyebrow, he soaked the area with alcohol, working 
the short hairs loose from the tape, warning Tina to keep her eyes 
closed so none of the alcohol would drip into her eyes. Proceeding in 
this manner, Carl finally had the tape completely removed from her 
lovely face, continuing to caution the still girl to keep her eyes 
closed while he removed the tape residue. It took some effort and a lot 
of rubbing, but Carl finally removed all vestiges of the blinding tape, 
his eyes studying the perfect features now enhanced by the uncovering 
of half of her face, admiring the smooth, rounded contours, the 
flawless skin, the long eye lashes resting against her lower lids. 

Carl couldn't absorb enough of her beauty, but finally spoke, "Now, 
Tina, I'm going to turn off the light and you can open your eyes. I 
don't want you to be blinded by the sudden brightness."

Carl flipped the switch, leaving the room dimly lit from the invading 
moon beams, and stepped back to the door, studying Tina's face and 
barely able to see her eyelids open in a fluttering move. Tina raised 
her hands to her face and rubbed her face vigorously as though waking 
from a long, undisturbed sleep, her fingers massaging her eyelids, 
reviving her vision. She dropped her hands to her lap and looked up at 
Carl standing in the open doorway, vainly trying to make out his 
features, the face of the man who had held her captive, the man who had 
awakened her sexuality, the one for which she was beginning to feel a 
warm affection. 

Unable to see enough of his features, Tina reached up and flipped on 
the light switch, her eyes immediately blinking at the sudden change of 
brightness, then focusing on the large man standing before her. Her 
recognition of Carl was instantaneous, her eyes opening wide in 
surprise as she exclaimed, "You! It's you! I know you! I thought your 
voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't connect it with your face." She 
shook her head in disbelief, unable to conceive that the man who had 
been her customer so many times would do as this man had done, then 
spoke again as she remembered more, "You asked me for a date and I told 
you that I couldn't date customers."

Carl nodded, "Yes, that was me, Tina. And you told me that I was so 
much older than you. Remember that?" Seeing her nod in remembrance, 
Carl continued, "do you still think I'm too old, Tina?"

Tina didn't respond immediately and when she did reply, she seemed to 
be choosing her words carefully. "No, sir, I don't think you're too 
old. I didn't mean you were old' when I said that to you. I just meant 
there was a big difference in our ages." She was silent for a minute, 
then asked, "But, but why did you do this? You kidnapped me and scared 
me."

Carl suddenly was the one feeling embarrassed, put on the defensive by 
this small, innocent girl. His embarrassment made him stammer slightly, 
"I-I, I wanted you, Tina. That's all. I knew it from the first instant 
I laid eyes on you. You were the most beautiful, the most perfect woman 
I have ever seen, and I lost my heart to you. I, well, I lost control 
of any decency. I'm sorry if I've hurt you in any way. Really, I am. I 
hope you can forgive me." With his last words, Carl dropped to his 
knees in front of Tina, his head bowed, his face beseeching her 
forgiveness. It was an ironic sight . . . this big, muscular man 
kneeling before a waif of a girl, expressing his regret.

Tina's mind locked onto the beginning of her captor's explanation. 
"Really? You wanted me that much? You think I'm that beautiful?"

Carl raised his head, his eyes fastening on her brilliant eyes, "Yes, 
yes, I do, Tina. You are beautiful. In every way. I knew I could never 
have you any other way, so .. . ." he left the words unspoken, now 
ashamed of having taken her the way he had.

Tina's voice became even softer as she reached out and stroked Carl's 
face with her open palm, like a mother comforting a child, "It's okay. 
Really, it is. You haven't hurt me and you've been so nice. I was 
scared at first, but for some reason, I feel safe with you.. I've never 
had anyone feel about me the way you do. I wish now that I had said yes 
when you asked for a date."

Carl covered her small hand with his, holding it to his cheek, gazing 
lovingly into the depths of her eyes, wanting to believe her words, 
searching in those pools of blue for some indication that her words 
were sincere. Perhaps it was his strong desire to believe her words or 
he could actually read the truth in her eyes. Whichever it might be, 
Carl became elated, his spirits soaring at the possibility that this 
previously unobtainable beauty might want him as much as he did her. He 
leaned forward and touched his lips to her, lightly brushing their lips 
together, the touch leaving a tingling sensation, before he 
straightened up and stood.

Tina suddenly became aware of her nakedness and closed her legs, 
placing one arm across her hips and bringing the other arm in front of 
her to cover her exposed breasts, a flash of embarrassment flushing her 
face, a coy smile crossing her lush lips. The regaining of her sight 
made her uncomfortably cognizant of her body revealed to this man who 
only hours before had completely enjoyed her entire body. Carl 
understood her new predicament and backed to the open doorway, 
nonchalantly suggesting, "Why don't you go ahead and get that bath you 
wanted, Tina, and I'll fix us something to eat." He turned on his heel 
and went back into the bedroom to get his bath robe, hearing the sound 
of water running in the tub as he put it on. As he stepped through the 
bedroom door, he noticed that Tina had modestly closed the door to the 
bathroom and he grinned at her present show of demureness, recalling 
how he had been able to examine every inch of her body just hours 
before, the memory causing a stirring in his loins and a slight rise in 
his cock. He forced the thought out of his mind and began to gather up 
the ingredients for the meal he planned, whistling softly as he 
prepared a dinner he was sure that Tina would like.

Just as Carl was checking the steaks in the broiler, Tina walked into 
the kitchen, her bare feet hardly making a sound on the polished wood 
floor. Carl turned and smiled as he heard her approach, sensually 
taking in the sight of Tina with a towel wrapped around her, covering 
her body from the top of her breasts to just below her curvy buttocks, 
her freshly washed hair wrapped in another towel fashioned like a 
turban on her head. Carl couldn't help but stare at the almost-naked 
girl, thinking that she appeared even more beautiful and sexy in such 
sparse covering, her smooth, tanned legs flowing in soft curves to the 
tiniest feet, toenails painted a fading red and neatly manicured.

Carl was brought out of his trance when he heard Tina's voice, although 
her first words didn't register in his consciousness. "Something smells 
good. I'm so hungry I could eat a horse." She laughed at her use of the 
old phrase as she rubbed her stomach for emphasis.

"Well, I hope you like what I've fixed, Tina. Give me a few more 
minutes and you won't have to eat a horse," Carl grinned back at her as 
he closed the oven door. "And how was your bath? Feel better?"

Tina stepped closer as she replied, "Oh, it was wonderful! It feels so 
good to soak in a hot tub. Got rid of all the aches." She arched her 
back and moved from side to side to demonstrate, then asked, "What are 
you fixing, . . .?" Tina appeared to be searching for an ending to her 
question, then followed it with another. "Can I ask what your name is? 
I feel like such an idiot when I don't know what to call you and 
mister' or sir' just doesn't seem right now."

Her questions made Carl chuckle, "Sure, Tina. That's only fair. It's 
Carl and I'd rather hear you use my name than calling me mister' all 
the time. I think we know each other well enough now, don't you?" He 
winked as he asked the question full of so much hidden meaning. "And, 
as far as what we're having, I thought you might like a nice, big t-
bone steak and baked potato with a salad. How about it? Do you like 
steak?"

Tina vigorously nodded her head, causing her towel turban to slip off 
her head and fall behind her. "Mmm, yes! I love a good steak! And I 
sure hope it's a big one." Then she turned around and bent over to pick 
up the fallen towel, the action causing the towel surrounding her body 
to ride up in the back and give Carl a delightful view of her pretty 
ass with a hint of pussy nestled in the tight crack beneath her butt. 
Either she was oblivious of the flashing, or wanted Carl to have a nice 
view, for she made no effort to pull the towel down to cover herself 
but snatched up the towel from the floor and slung it over one 
shoulder. Tina turned back to face Carl as she ran her fingers through 
the hair still clinging to her head but beginning to dry and regain 
it's former blonde shading.

Carl held up one finger, "Just a minute, Tina. Let me see if I can find 
you a robe or something to put on. I'm sure that'll be more 
comfortable." He stepped around her and went to the bedroom, returning 
in a minute with a white terry cloth beach robe. "Here, try this on. It 
should fit you okay. It belonged to a friend and she was small like 
you."

"Oh, thanks!" Tina gratefully accepted the robe and, turning with her 
back to Carl, slipped it on over her towel, then almost surreptitiously 
pulled the towel off and let it fall to the floor while she tied the 
cloth belt around her waist. Her modest changing was thwarted by her 
bending over again to retrieve the towel on the floor, once again 
showing her behind to Carl, although the robe did cover more of her 
lovely body than the towel.

Carl carried the food to the small wooden table in the center of the 
kitchen and motioned for Tina to sit. He didn't have to invite her to 
sit again as Tina quickly settled into the chair across from him and 
attacked her salad, grinning apologetically across the table at Carl 
for her lack of manners. Carl watched her eat at first, amused by her 
ravenous devouring of the salad and then quickly switching to the steak 
and potato before he realized he was staring and began to eat his own 
dinner. They ate pretty much in silence, Tina too busy making up for 
the meals she had missed and Carl not wanting to interrupt her, and in 
just a few minutes, they both had finished eating, sitting back in 
their chairs with relaxed fulfillment.

The silence was a little awkward, so Carl rose from the table and 
carried the dishes to the sink and rinsed them off with intentions of 
washing them later. As he was rinsing, Tina joined him at the sink. 
"Need any help, Carl? I'll be glad to wash them for you."

Carl leaned to her and kissed her on the forehead. "You're sweet, Tina, 
but that's okay. We'll just leave them for now. Right now I'm ready to 
walk off some of those calories. How about you?"

Tina's face brightened, "Hey, that sounds like a good idea!" Then she 
looked down at her bare feet, but I'll need my shoes and I should put 
on some clothes."

Carl shook his head, "Nah, let's just keep our robes on. We can put on 
some shoes and go as we are. There's not a soul around here for miles, 
so we don't have to worry about how we're dressed." With his 
proclamation, Carl turned and went to the bedroom, returning with 
Tina's shoes and a pair of his sandals. He handed the shoes to Tina and 
she sat in one of the chairs at the table while she slipped them on, 
giving Carl enticing views of her upper legs as he waited for her. Once 
she was ready, Carl unlocked the padlock from the heavy door and held 
it open for her, remembering to grab a flashlight as he stepped onto 
the porch beside her.

"I was thinking it'd be nice to walk down to the lake. Would you like 
to see it? It's just a couple hundred feet from the back of the cabin." 
Carl looked at Tina expectantly, her face illuminated by the glow of 
the full moon reflecting off the white robe.

"Hmm, sure, that sounds nice," Tina eagerly replied. "I love a lake in 
the moonlight. And it's such a beautiful night." She reached out and 
took Carl's large hand in her tiny hand, then urged, "C'mon, Carl, 
whatcha' waiting for?" She gave her little-girl giggle as she tugged 
him toward the path going around the side of the cabin. Her mood 
delighted Carl to no end, giving him the euphoria of a teenager, 
feeling like he was no more than a couple years older than the teasing 
waif pulling on his arm. Carl laughed boyishly at her teenage 
exuberance as he stepped slightly ahead of Tina and guided her down the 
path to the lake, the two of them walking hand in hand like young 
lovers.

In a few minutes they stepped through the last growth of trees to the 
edge of the lake and Tina stopped in her tracks and exclaimed, "oh, 
Carl, it's beautiful! Look at the moonlight on the water. It's like a 
picture out of a book." Carl stepped behind her and wrapped his arms 
around her waist, enjoying the scene before them with her, seeing it as 
he had never seen it before. Strange how the company of someone so 
lovely can put an entirely different perspective on every day sights. 
Tina turned in his arms and looked up at Carl's face, then put her arms 
around his neck, pulling at him as though she wanted to look at him 
face to face. Feeling her pressure on his neck, Carl put his hands 
under her arms and lifted her, holding her against him, her face just 
inches from his.

Tina looked searchingly in Carl's eyes for a moment before asking, 
"Carl, can we, can we do it again?"

Carl pretended to not know what the pretty girl was asking, "can we do 
what again, Tina? Just what are you asking, little lady?"

"Oh, you know . . . like we did at the cabin. You know what I mean . . 
. it." Tina pecked Carl on the lips a couple of times for punctuation 
while she stared into his eyes, her eyes becoming heavy with concealed 
desire.

Carl smiled warmly, "Mmm, you're not only beautiful, but pretty sexy, 
too.." His compliments were cut off as Tina pressed her open mouth to 
his and kissed him hungrily, her little tongue dancing against his, 
saying what her words did not. Carl could feel her breath quicken and 
her heart thump against his chest, then with surprise, Tina wrapped her 
legs around his waist as her kiss became more demanding.

She finally pulled her lips away from his and leaned back in his arms 
as she once again looked soulfully into Carl's eyes, softly whispering, 
"Please? I want to."

Wordlessly, Carl carried Tina with her legs and arms still wrapped 
around him to a spot beneath a tree and used his feet to kick away a 
few pine cones and broken limbs before sinking to his knees and gently 
laying Tina on her back on the bedding of soft pine straw. Tina 
maintained her hold on him with her arms and legs as Carl bent his face 
to her's and lightly brushed her lips, once, twice, then with his 
tongue, before crushing his mouth to her's in a torrid passion, his 
tongue snaking inside her mouth as he tried to plumb her depths. 

They kissed for several minutes before Tina's legs fell to each side of 
Carl's body and her hands moved to his face, hotly caressing his cheeks 
and sending waves of heat throughout his body. Carl slipped a hand 
between them and undid the belt holding Tina's short robe together, his 
hands immediately beginning to stroke the heating flesh of her chest, 
moving to her breasts and squeezing the globes while his fingers 
manipulated her nipples, already sensually erect but responding even 
more to his light pinching and pulling. 

Carl began kissing her neck, her ears, her shoulders, pushing the terry 
cloth material out of his way with his mouth, working his way down her 
soap-scented body, the feel of her skin causing his lips to tingle with 
electricity. He expertly worked on her breasts with his mouth before 
continuing his heavenly journey down her lithe body until he reached 
the softness of her belly just above her hairy triangle. In a fluid 
move, Carl lifted the lower part of her body and wrapped his arms 
around her hips, holding her butt against his upper chest, then burying 
his mouth between Tina's outstretched legs. His tongue began to softly 
circle around and around her closed outer lips, delighting in the soft 
fullness of those lips, inhaling the bouquet emanating forth as the 
lips slowly parted invitingly, permitting Carl's teasing tongue to 
repeat the same performance on those tighter, hidden lips. He tasted 
the nectar of her pussy as the girl in his arms became even more 
aroused from his attention and the taste made Carl long for more. 

Circling his hands on around her belly and between her legs, Carl held 
the rapidly engorging lips apart as he blindly searched for the seat of 
her passion, easily finding her clit as it became unsheathed. As soon 
as his lips touched the sensitive, protruding flesh, Tina let out a 
moan and her sweet pussy cried in unison, her juices flowing easily 
onto Carl's lips and tongue. Her reaction only drove Carl to more 
effort as he did all he could to give Tina the enjoyment he was 
experiencing as he lashed at her clit, worked his tongue as far inside 
her canal as it would reach, and returning to her clit, to suck and nip 
on it before returning to the rest of her flower, like a bee searching 
for nectar to produce honey. Carl spent endless minutes feasting at 
Tina's sweet crotch before finally releasing her body and placing her 
ass on the ground, then holding her legs spread wide, placed his 
throbbing cock against her thoroughly moistened opening and easing it 
inside her in one smooth stroke. 

The filling of her vagina caused Tina to gasp and cry out in pleasure 
as her hands reached up to dig into Carl's shoulders and her body 
spasmed with the first orgasm. Like before, Tina's orgasms built on 
each other as Carl slowly slid his rock-hard cock in and out of her, 
taking full, controlled strokes from the purple tip to his hair-covered 
nuts. Each stroke seemed to cause Tina's body to tense and convulse 
with delightful sensations, her eyes tightly shut and her mouth open in 
sexual abandon. When Carl finally released his built-up load of cum 
deep inside her, Tina screamed and even wept as she pulled him down on 
top of her, his body resting full length on her tiny frame, and she 
showered his face with wet kisses in sincere appreciation and 
gratitude, calling out his name over and over.

It was a long time before Carl rolled off of Tina and pulled her into 
his arms as she continued to recover from the most intense sexual 
gratification she had ever known. They rested there, Tina's hand on 
Carl's chest, thoughtfully playing with the mat of hair, one leg thrown 
over Carl's hips, her sighs warming his skin. Each of them immersed in 
their own private thoughts, Carl thinking of how easy it would be to 
fall in love with this beautiful creature, to want to keep her forever, 
unsure now of what he would do with her. Could he really trust her to 
rejoin her previous life and not report him to the police? Would she 
want to continue their budding relationship? What did she feel for him? 
Her actions this night gave Carl a great deal of hope, but still, he 
was unsure. Was she merely awakened by the woman previously hidden 
inside her child mind? Or did she genuinely feel something for him? His 
questions were unanswered in his mind and he knew that only time would 
tell.

It was at least another hour before they agreed they should return to 
the cabin and they made their way back up the path, Carl's hand resting 
on Tina's bare behind, thrilling at the movement of her butt muscles as 
they walked, and Tina's hand loosely wrapped around his waist, silently 
enjoying the time they had just had together. When they returned to the 
cabin, they immediately settled in bed, Tina assuming the position she 
had began to relish, wrapped in the strong man's arms, her leg pinning 
his to the bed. Sleep overtook them both almost as soon as they had 
laid down, the two of them falling into a deep, exhausted sleep, 
dreamless but contented..

Carl had no idea why he suddenly became fully awake as his eyes opened 
wide and he gathered his senses. He looked at the clock on the table 
beside the bed and saw it was just five in the morning, still dark 
outside, the moon no longer bathing the cabin in cold light. His next 
realization came in an instant as he realized he was alone in the bed. 
He pushed himself up on his elbows and looked through the open bedroom 
doorway at the bathroom, hoping to see a light peeking from under a 
closed door. But everything was dark and his senses quickly became 
fully alert, listening for some indication that Tina was near. He heard 
a slight sound coming from the other room and with a sense of urgency, 
leapt out of bed and hurried through the bedroom to the living room 
just in time to see the door swinging silently shut. In long strides, 
Carl crossed to the door and flung it open, startling the stealthily 
moving Tina as she was stepping off of the porch. She turned to look at 
Carl with her eyes wide and her mouth dropped open, searching for words 
of explanation.

"C-Carl," she managed to blurt. "I-I was just going for a walk."

Carl crossed to the edge of the porch and looked down at the frightened 
girl dressed in the white terry cloth robe he had given her, the tennis 
shoes on her feet looking comical with her other single attire. Carl 
shook his head in disbelief as he stared at her small handbag clutched 
in her hand. "What, you going walking with your purse, Tina? You think 
I'm stupid?" Even as he disputed her claim, Carl moved down the steps 
menacingly, looking in her alarmed face for admission to her lie.

"I-I, I'm s-sorry, Carl," her words stammered forth then became a 
torrent as she explained, "I have to go home. My family will be worried 
sick about me. They've probably already called the police and are 
looking for me. Please, Carl, don't be angry. Please!"

Her words fell on deaf ears and she began to see a fault in Carl that 
many had known and feared . .. . his flash temper, a temper that 
usually resulted in violence. She cowered as Carl's hand moved like 
lightning and grabbed her by the hair, roughly pulling her back up the 
steps, as Carl muttered angrily to the darkness. "Shit, Tina, you knew 
I was going to let you go! And this is the way you do! Sneaking off 
without a word! I thought I meant more to you than that. You were just 
playing me along, waiting for your chance to sneak off. I knew I should 
have locked the damned door! And I should have kept you chained up, you 
ungrateful little bitch!"

Tina did her utmost to relieve the strain on the roots of her hair as 
Carl viciously pulled her up the steps and flung her through the still 
open door. His anger really frightened her and she tried to placate him 
as she caught her balance from being thrown half-way across the small 
living room. "C-Carl, please d-don't be mad! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I do 
like you, but I want to g-go home!" Her face wrinkled as she broke into 
sobs, her chest shaking with genuine fear and wracked by her sobs, her 
hands clasped in front of her as though in prayer, not even daring to 
think what the enraged man was going to do.

Carl slammed the door shut and loudly padlocked it before turning to 
look at Tina, feeling no compassion for her, but feeling betrayed and 
hurt by her attempted desertion. Without a word, he brushed past her 
and entered the bedroom, flicking on the overhead light and moving to 
one corner of the room where he had left the cuffs and chains he had 
foolishly removed from Tina just two days before. He then opened the 
bottom drawer of the upright dresser and removed a long, thick rope, 
his lips tightly set in determination as he pushed the drawer shut with 
his foot. He returned to the living room where Tina still stood in the 
same spot, now crying in her hands, her lovely body slumped forward in 
dismay, her sobs still shaking her body. 

Still not speaking, Carl dragged a chair from the dining table to the 
center of the room, positioning it beneath the rustic wagon wheel 
chandelier, pulling the chain that lit the four lamps attached to it as 
he stepped up on the chair, rope in hand. Carl reached through the 
wheel and looped one end of the rope through the heavy chain attached 
to the chandelier. The chain was anchored securely in an eye-bolt that 
passed through one of the heavy log beams of the roof and Carl knew it 
would hold Tina without any difficulty. He then climbed down from the 
chair, kicking it out of the way angrily, picked up the cuffs he had 
dropped and stepped in front of the noticeably-shivering Tina. Still 
silent, he roughly pulled one hand from her face and snapped a cuff on 
her wrist and then repeated the move on her other wrist. He then 
savagely pulled the robe from her shoulders and off her arms, leaving 
her naked except for her shoes.

Tina looked at Carl through tear-filled eyes and whimpered, "Wh-what 
are you going to do? Pl-please don't tie me up, Carl. I beg you!"

Carl could only sneer in anger at her pleas as he passed the unfastened 
end of the rope through the ring on one cuff and then the other, 
pulling her hands tightly together as he took up the slack in the rope, 
pushing her to stand beneath the chandelier. Carl then took hold of the 
end of the rope he had looped through the chain holding the chandelier 
and pulled, the tightening rope lifting Tina's hands high over her 
head, then raising her off of her feet so that her toes barely touched 
the floor, ignoring her moans brought on by the stretching of her arms. 
Carl held the rope tight and stretched it to reach the lock hasp on the 
front door and worked the end through it, tieing it securely once he 
was sure the rope still held the hapless girl off the floor.

Tina pleaded with a sobbing voice, "Oh, please, please don't leave me 
like this. I'm sorry, Carl, I really am. Oh, please, it's hurting my 
arms."

Carl just shrugged and walked back into the bedroom, returning in a 
minute with the belt from his pants. Tina had not paid any attention to 
his belt before, but now saw it wide-eyed, the wide, thick leather 
appearing large even in Carl's hands. She instinctively knew what his 
intentions were and began to plea again as if for her life. "No, Carl, 
no-o-o. Oh, no-o-o-o, please don't. Oh, god, don't hit me, Carl. I 
promise, I swear, I won't leave you. I promise!"

Carl stood in front of the pleading, crying girl, swinging the belt 
menacingly. "It doesn't matter what you say now, Tina. You lied to me 
before. You betrayed my trust. And for that, you have to be punished." 
His voice had turned cold, hard, and bitter, her betrayal eliminating 
all warmth he had felt for her just hours earlier. Without any further 
explanation, Carl swung his arm back in a wide arc and swiftly reversed 
direction, bringing the heavy leather belt with a whistling sound to 
land across her thighs. Tina's reaction was instantaneous as she 
screamed in pain, the searing blow with the belt feeling like a hot 
iron on her tender flesh. Her parents had never struck her even when 
she had really misbehaved and this was a terrifying experience as well 
as a painful one. 

Carl seemed to tune out her screams as he methodically swung the belt, 
aiming his blows so each landed in an unstruck spot on Tina's body, all 
the way from her ankles to her shoulders, front, side and back, the red 
welts criss-crossing her white skin like a zebra with red stripes. She 
screamed loudest when the belt began to strike her apple-like breasts, 
punishing the nipples with excruciating pain and renewing her cries for 
mercy, cries unheeded by the purposely belt-wielding Carl. He used the 
belt on her for a good half-hour before pausing to let them both rest 
as he surveyed his handiwork on the girl's limp body.

After a few minutes, Carl realized there was one area he had not 
punished . . . the seat of her power over him. He went back to the 
bedroom and returned with two more ropes, tieing one to each ankle 
nonchalantly. He looked around the room and saw what he was looking for 
as he took one rope in hand and stepped to a heavy coffee table, then 
fastened the rope to one of the table legs, pulling Tina's leg outward 
from her body. He took the other rope and fastened it to the front door 
knob, again pulling her leg outward. When he was finished, Carl nodded 
with satisfaction at the manner in which he had spread Tina's legs in a 
wide vee, then bent and picked up the belt.

Tina's cries of pain had subsided into quiet sobs, her tears running 
down her face to land on her breasts, the tear salt making the lashed 
skin burn even more. With her eyes closed, she was unaware of what 
would be Carl's next move until she felt a searing pain in her crotch 
as the belt landed squarely on her pussy. Her agonized scream told Carl 
his blow had hit the mark and he swung the belt back behind him and 
brought it swinging upward between her legs again and again, the end of 
the belt cruelly striking against her crotch, igniting fire in her 
pussy lips and asshole. After about the tenth crack against her crotch, 
Tina's bladder released a yellow stream of piss splattering from her 
tortured cunt and soaking the floor beneath her, her crying intensified 
with pain and embarrassment. Seeing her lose control, Carl finally 
stopped, oddly thinking to himself that he was glad the floor was 
uncarpeted and thinking further that he would have to make her clean up 
her own mess.

The sight of the helpless, tortured girl stirred something in Carl and 
he felt his limp cock begin to stir and, unencumbered by any vestige of 
clothing, it began to rise of it's own accord, in seconds sticking 
straight out from his body, tightening the flesh over his nutsack. He 
decided "what the hell, might as well have some fun while he continued 
to brutalize Tina's body" and he recalled some of the erotic photos and 
movies he had seen on the internet. He had wanted to try some of the 
things that were pictured but had become too involved with his captive. 
But now . . . now that she had betrayed his trust and shown she was no 
different than many women he had known, Carl decided he might as well 
use her to fulfill some of his fantasies. He went to the refrigerator, 
opened it, and examined some of the items inside before selecting two 
rather large cucumbers he had bought for making a salad. Hefting one in 
each hand, Carl thought aloud, "Hmm, I think I'll make a different kind 
of salad." He walked back to where Tina hung helpless, tears still 
streaming down her face, and informed her of his intentions. "I've 
punished the outside of your body, Tina, and now it's time for your 
insides to feel the cost of betraying me." He grinned evilly with 
satisfaction as Tina's eyes opened wide, showing a renewed fear. 
Dropping one cucumber on the floor, Carl cupped his hand under her 
crotch and used his fingers to spread her belt-reddened pussy lips. He 
was surprised when he felt the slickness of her cunt passage and 
snickered, "Well, you slut! You've cum, haven't you? You enjoy that 
beating, whore? Or was it the feeling of my belt smacking against your 
little pussy that turned you on?"

Tina didn't reply, but her reddening face gave it's own answer to 
Carl's questions, as he continued his ridiculing. "Just like I thought 
. . . you're nothing but a slut. Well, if you enjoyed that, let's see 
how you like this." As he finished his remark, Carl roughly jammed the 
cucumber inside Tina, the sudden insertion tearing her cock tunnel 
open, bringing a fresh cry of pain from the exhausted girl.

 Carl laughed cruelly at her pain as he pushed the cucumber out of 
sight inside her, the full seven-inch vegetable mashing her cervix and 
elongating her vagina. Carl bent over and retrieved the second cucumber 
and rubbed the end of it over her stretched pussy lips, momentarily 
questioning if he should let it join the first cucumber before 
rejecting that idea in favor of something even better. He moved around 
to Tina's back and spread the cheeks of her ass with one hand while 
pushing the moistened end of the cucumber against her tight asshole. 
The second the cold vegetable touched her most private opening, Tina's 
muscles flinched and she vainly tried to wiggle her butt to deny 
entrance of the thick veggie. Carl wrapped an arm around her waist and 
held her body tightly against his as he forcefully pushed the hard, 
thick cucumber upwards, forcing Tina's sphincter to stretch painfully, 
at first yielding inwardly without opening, then giving way to Carl's 
strength.

Tina's screams were immediate and louder than even when she was being 
whipped. "Oh, god! No, no, oh, please somebody help me! God, no, Carl, 
take it out, please, please, please. Ahhh, iieee," she screamed to deaf 
ears as Carl forced the two-inch wide green penetrator inside her, not 
stopping until it too was stuck completely inside Tina, violently 
raping her virgin asshole, tearing her sphincter painfully. She tried 
to expel the protruding vegetable time and time again, only to have it 
jammed back in her by the now-sadistic Carl, the man who had been so 
gentle with her before her attempted escape.

After pushing it out several times, Carl let the stained cucumber fall 
to the floor, teasingly asking, "What's wrong, whore? Not big enough 
for you? Well, that's okay. It's done it's job now. Got that ass nice 
and stretched." Carl left Tina hanging there, her moans of pain 
subsiding once the hole-stretching vegetable had fallen out of her, 
tears still streaming down her face. He went to the bedroom and 
returned with a small suitcase and placed it on the table. Opening it, 
Carl fumbled around inside and withdrew two lengths of clothes line and 
returned to stand in front of Tina. "Your tits are too small, Tina. I 
have to do something about that." He methodically began to wrap Tina's 
small breasts with the thin rope, first forming a tight cinch around 
the base and pulling her nipple outward as far as possible, then 
tightening the cinch even more, until the tortured breast turned red 
with trapped blood. Carl then wrapped the cord around and around the 
previously-white globes until only half of each breast was visible, the 
nipples extended grotesquely, the skin of her breasts almost purple. 
Carl returned to the suitcase and picked up two small vise grip pliers, 
adjusting their opening as he stepped back in front of Tina. 

He flicked a nipple with one finger, then held it between a thumb and 
forefinger while he further adjusted the opening of the pliers. 
Satisfied, Carl then caught the base of the nipple in the pliers and 
snapped the jaws shut, the action flattening the puffy nipple with 
excruciating pain. Tina screamed, her voice becoming hoarse from her 
repeated screams as she begged for Carl to stop needlessly. Carl only 
gave her a sadistic look as he repeated the same thing on the other 
nipple then stepped back to observe his handiwork, pleased at how the 
weight of the pliers pulled Tina's nipples downward, stretching her 
breasts to almost twice their original size. Tina's screams had turned 
to whimpers until Carl reached out with both hands and tugged on the 
pliers, invoking fresh cries of pain from her throat. Each scream 
bursting from her throat made Carl's cock jump with excitement. This 
was an entirely new experience to him and he began to see why the bdsm 
sites he had seen on the internet were so popular. Eager to see just 
how much pain the girl could take, Carl hurried back to the suitcase 
and grabbed another pair of pliers, but larger than the first ones he 
had fastened to Tina's nipples. Resting on one knee, he parted Tina's 
pussy lips and urged her tiny clit out of it's sheath. He had 
difficulty grasping it, but finally got the big pliers fastened on it, 
causing Tina's body to squirm against the ropes holding her as she 
again screamed, the fresh pain wracking her body as her scream died 
into tortured whimpering. Carl had just straightened up when Tina's 
bladder let go again, adding to the puddle beneath her, the spray 
splashing droplets of piss on Carl's feet and knees.

Carl began to untie the ropes holding Tina's legs spread open, no 
longer gaining excitement from her weakening moans and screams, wanting 
release from the ache in his nuts. He unfastened the rope holding her 
body off the floor and let it purposely slip through his hands, amused 
at Tina's limp body hitting the floor with a loud thud as her face 
landed in her puddled piss. She was hardly conscious of laying in her 
waste, barely feeling Carl lift her and carry her to the heavy coffee 
table and placing her face-down, her knees resting on the floor, her 
pussy pressing against the edge of the rough-hewn wood, and removing 
the pliers from her nipples and clit. 

Carl kicked her knees apart and knelt behind her, grasping his cock in 
one hand and guiding it to Tina's puckered asshole, still stretched 
beyond normal size. Without preamble, Carl lunged forward and felt his 
cock slide effortlessly inside Tina's ass, his pubic hair slapping 
against the base of her spine as his cock stretched her colon to 
accommodate his thick eight inches of hungry cock. Tina could only 
manage a slight moan of pain, becoming short grunts of continued pain 
as Carl began to savagely rape her ass, taking full-cock-length strokes 
in an out while he held Tina's zebra-striped ass in both hands. It 
didn't take Carl long to shoot his wad deep inside her bowels, the 
heated tube enveloping his cock and his own pent up stimuli too much 
for him to delay his release. But that also caused his cock to remain 
hard and Carl continued to pump Tina's ass for another fifteen minutes 
or more, slapping her ass hard with both hands and leaving large red 
hand prints on top of the belt stripes. He would grasp her cuffed hands 
and pull her backwards, making her back arch, then slam his cock in 
her. Carl particularly enjoyed reaching under the almost lifeless body 
and savagely pulling and twisting her breasts, keeping her conscious as 
he ravaged her ass. When he tired of that, he walked around to the 
other end of the table and, grabbing Tina by the hair, lifted her face 
to his smelly cock and forced it between her lips. Tina's body 
shuddered with disgust, fully aware of where his cock had been despite 
her half-conscious state. She couldn't resist as Carl forced all of his 
cock into her mouth and into her throat, the tip striking her tonsils 
as he lodged it as deeply as he could, stopped only by his pelvic bone 
pushing against Tina's bruised lips. The excitement of doing whatever 
he desired to the helpless girl soon gave Carl another load of cum to 
empty down her throat and he did it with gusto, holding her feebly-
moving head in place as he gagged her with his copious load.

Carl left his cock in Tina's mouth until it softened, then feeling the 
urge to piss, held her head as he let his cock pour a stream of yellow 
piss down her throat. Tina gagged anew, fighting to block the flow of 
smelly urine fruitlessly, much of it still managing to go down her 
throat, the rest spilling out of her mouth onto the floor below. When 
he was finished, Carl picked her up like a sack of flour and carried 
her over to where her puddle of piss was still on the polished floor. 
Then he unceremoniously dumped her face down on her puddle and held her 
head as he forced her mouth against the wood, demanding, "Lick it up, 
slut. Clean up your mess or I'll beat you some more. You're nothing but 
a filthy, dirty little slut, anyway." As he stood and saw that Tina was 
not obeying, Carl gave her ass a sharp kick and repeated, "clean it up, 
bitch!"

Tina weakly did as ordered, her tongue wiping at the odorous puddle, 
only managing to spread the puddle wider. Disgusted, Carl kicked her 
ass again before he reached down and grabbed her by her hair, pulling 
Tina to her feet. He held her jaw in one massive hand and forced her to 
look at him. "You're a slut, aren't you, bitch? Say it. Say you're a 
slut."

Tina reluctantly murmured, "I-I'm a slut."

Carl prompted further, "yeh, you're a slut. And from now on, for the 
rest of your life, you're going to be a slut slave. Now, tell me that 
you're going to be a slut slave! You're my slut slave, aren't you, 
whore?" He cruelly squeezed Tina's jaw as he demanded an answer.

"Y-yes, sir. I'm your slut slave." Carl had released his grip on her 
jaw and Tina's head dropped as she spoke, completely submissive, 
weakened and humiliated at her ordeal, still fearful of what else this 
angry man might do to her.

Carl nodded in satisfaction as Tina said the words, then reached for 
the rope still dangling from the chandelier and once again fastened 
through her wrist cuffs. He wanted to make his actions perfectly clear, 
so Carl explained as he once again hoisted Tina in the air, leaving 
just her toes touching the floor. "Listen, bitch, and listen well. 
Since I can't trust you, I'm going to leave you tied up from now on. 
You can contemplate your mistakes and think of your future as my slut 
slave. From this day forward, you'll do absolutely anything I tell you 
to do. You can forget about your family and friends. You'll never see 
them again. You're mine now and you'll only be someone else's if I 
decide so. And one mistake from you, one failure to obey me instantly 
will bring sudden, painful punishment. Worse than what you have just 
received." Carl stepped directly in front of Tina, his face just inches 
from her's, his hand again grasping her jaw and forcing her to look at 
him. "Do you understand, bitch? Do you?"

Tina began to cry copious tears, her body again shaking in grief. "I'm 
sorry, Carl, I'm sorry. Please don't do this to me, please."

Carl squeezed her jaw, "It's too late for that, you worthless slut. 
Just answer my question. Do you understand what I just said?"

Tina nodded slowly and received a slap across her sore breasts for her 
failure to properly answer. "Yes, yes, I understand! Please don't hit 
me any more. Oh, please!"

"I can see it's not fully impressed upon your brain, Tina, so I'll have 
to spend a lot of time teaching you the meaning of obedience. You'll 
learn. In time you will learn. I guarantee it." As he spoke, Carl 
untied the cords wrapped around Tina's breasts, watching with 
fascination as the once pretty and shapely little globes gradually 
regained their former shape and color, the trapped blood flowing back 
through her veins. The sudden release must have been painful as Tina 
moaned through gritted teeth, her toes lightly dancing on the floor. 
Carl laughed abrasively as he turned out the light and headed to the 
bedroom, warningly speaking over his shoulder. "Tomorrow we begin your 
lessons of slavery, Tina. Better get some rest. Ha, ha."

The sun was high in the sky when Carl finally awoke. He stretched 
luxuriously and looked over at the bed next to his, instantly 
remembering that he had left Tina tied in the front room with some 
alarm before the pleasures of the night before flooded his memory. It 
could have been those memories or an overwhelming urge to empty his 
bladder, as Carl's cock stood at full attention, the eight inches 
pushing the sheet up from his belly as though it was a tent pole. He 
swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood, then made his way to 
the bathroom, glancing to his right as he exited the bedroom to see if 
his captive was still hanging from the ceiling. He grinned as his eyes 
took in the view of the naked girl stretched seductively from the rope 
fastened to her wrists. The sight made Carl's cock twitch and he 
abruptly decided to spare the commode the drenching from his stored-up 
piss, turned on the ball of his right foot and walked to the front 
door. He untied the rope from the lock hasp and, holding it tightly in 
his hand for a moment, turned to look at the forlorn teen with her head 
bowed against her chest before suddenly letting the rope slip through 
his hands. Tina's body crashed to the floor in a heap, bringing a soft 
moan from her parched lips as her hip struck the hard wood. Carl 
ignored her as he walked into the kitchen and retrieved the key to the 
lock on the front door and returned to remove the large padlock. 
Dropping the lock on the floor, Carl swung the door wide open and then 
stepped back to the prostrate Tina, still holding the rope coiled in 
his hand. He reached down and grabbed a handful of hair and pulled the 
battered girl to her feet, eliciting a hoarse cry from her as he pulled 
her behind him out the door and down the steps, uncaring if she fell as 
she stumbled behind him.

"Time for me to get rid of this piss, slut," Carl growled as he pushed 
Tina to her knees and held his half-hard cock to her lips. Tina tried 
to turn her face away but Carl held her head tightly by the roots of 
her hair. That failing, she shook her head as violently as she could to 
let Carl know she wasn't about to let him use her as a urinal. Carl 
laughed before his voice turned cold again, "oh, yes, you little bitch. 
You're going to drink it and learn to love it.." He pressed the head of 
his cock against Tina's tightly sealed lips and pushed, but the 
stubborn girl wasn't going to yield to Carl's perverted demand.

Shrugging, Carl looped the rope around Tina's neck with one quick flip 
of his wrist and then stepped back a few inches. "Okay, have it your 
way, cunt, but you're not going to get anything else to drink. Still, 
you can wear it." As he finished his warning to the kneeling Tina, Carl 
let lose with a jet of piss aimed squarely at her face, the yellow 
fluid immediately drenching her entire head and streaming down her body 
as she tried vainly to turn her face aside but thwarted by the rope as 
Carl pulled it tightly against her white throat.

It took a full minute for Carl to empty his bladder and as soon as his 
offending spray became a drip from the head of his softening cock, Tina 
spat, "you bastard! That was sick, you perverted bastard!"

Her outburst made Carl laugh, but his next action showed he wasn't 
amused, as his arm swung in a wide arc and the back of his hand on her 
cheek sent Tina sprawling backwards, her legs bent under her piss-slimy 
body. "Looks like you haven't learned a damn thing, little lady. All 
that whipping last night must not have made the right impression on 
your stubborn brain." He stood over Tina and yanked on the rope, 
pulling her roughly back to her knees and then to her feet. "Well, 
that's okay, too, bitch. I've got plenty of time to teach you some 
respect. You'll learn." Carl punctuated his sentence by swinging the 
rough rope like a whip against Tina's unprotected legs. Surprised, Tina 
gave a yelp and made a little skipping jump, not even aware of the rope 
whistling through the air again until it landed with a stinging slap 
against her back. Carl chased the yipping girl back up on the porch as 
he swung again and again, leaving fresh red welts on top of the ones he 
had placed on her delicate skin the night before. By the time Tina had 
entered the cabin, she was crying uncontrollably, hopelessly trying to 
dodge the whistling rope. Carl looped the rope through the overhead 
light again and tied it off with Tina's arms stretched over her head 
and her feet flat on the floor. He then retrieved one of the short 
lengths of rope and tightly bound her ankles together, leaving the 
quietly sobbing girl pretty helpless.

Satisfied that Tina wasn't going anywhere, Carl went to the bathroom 
and shaved and showered before dressing, silently planning exactly what 
he was going to do with the rebellious teenager. He knew from his 
experience in the Marines precisely what it took to break most people . 
. . deprivation. Deprive anyone of their senses for a long enough 
period of time and they would break. Deprive them of every sense except 
that of pain. That was the key. With that realization, Carl made a 
mental list of everything he would need to accomplish his new goal. A 
goal he had firmly decided upon after Tina's attempted escape. He was 
going to break her so he could own her, body and soul. Before he had 
been content with enjoying her body, but she had ruined that for him. 
No, now he wanted all of her and he would have all of her, no matter 
how long it took.

After he had dressed, Carl walked into the front room with a washcloth 
folded into a narrow two-inch strip to which he had placed a long strip 
of duck tape. He stepped in front of Tina and looked into her eyes 
searchingly, meeting her venomous stare, her blue eyes reddened from 
her intense crying but still defiant. As he held the makeshift 
blindfold up where she could see, Carl detected an abrupt change in her 
eyes, going from hatred to fear in a split second. Tina began to mouth 
the words "no, please," as Carl placed the blindfold over her eyes and 
firmly plastered the tape to her forehead and cheeks. Next, he pulled 
Tina's long-discarded panties from his pants pocket and wadded it up 
into a small ball which he forced into her mouth, prying her teeth 
apart by grasping her lower lip and pulling it down painfully. Carl 
then quickly tore off another strip of duck tape and placed it firmly 
over her mouth, sealing her panties inside.. Satisfied that she could 
neither see or hear, Carl unfastened the rope from first her ankles and 
then the light fixture before guiding her by one arm to a door 
concealing a very small closet adjacent to the bathroom. He pushed her 
into a sitting position and then rolled her over on her stomach and 
swiftly pulled her legs up behind her and tied them to her wrists, 
effectively hog-tieing her naked body. Without a word, Carl closed the 
door and placed the padlock from the front door on the hasp he had 
installed on the small closet. "That should keep her while I do my 
shopping," Carl thought aloud before closing and locking the front 
door.

Carl headed into the town where he and Tina lived, stopping first at a 
hardware store to get a few of the things on his mental list. Just as 
he was preparing to enter the store, Carl saw a small poster taped to 
the window. The photo at the top immediately caught his eye. It was 
Tina. Tina in her store uniform, looking bright and perky, her smile 
broadcasting the innocence of her face. Below the photo in large 
letters were the w  ords "MISSING" and then a brief description of 
Tina, when she was last seen and what she was wearing, with the phone 
number of the local police department and sheriff's office at the 
bottom. The poster didn't surprise Carl. He had expected the public to 
be made aware of Tina's disappearance but when confronted with the 
poster, he felt an odd sense of fascination, then a rush of adrenalin 
from the knowledge that he, Carl, was responsible. He had the beautiful 
girl smiling out at passersby, possibly desired by many men, even some 
who wished they had abducted the lovely girl. For a brief second, Carl 
wished he had someone with whom he could share that secret, but quickly 
discarded the notion as he went on into the store.

Carl made several purchases that afternoon, even driving to the nearest 
city to find some of the items he wanted, and it was almost dark before 
he returned to the cabin. After unloading all of his purchases, Carl 
unlocked the closet door and pulled the cord that turned on the naked 
overhead light bulb, illuminating the trussed figure on the dusty 
floor. He untied her ankles and pulled Tina to her feet, noticing the 
difficulty she was having to stand straight as she exercised her leg 
muscles by raising and lowering her feet, attempting to work out the 
stiffness from her prolonged stay in the closet. Carl guided Tina out 
the front door and down the steps before pushing her down on her knees 
on the pinestraw-laded ground, then ripped the tape off her mouth with 
a sudden jerk, the adhesive pulling at the skin painfully. As soon as 
the tape was removed, Tina began to work the saliva-soaked panties out 
of her mouth and Carl finished the task by pulling it from her swollen 
lips and throwing them on the ground.

"Well, let's see if you've learned anything, slut. You ready to drink 
some piss yet?" Carl pulled his cock out of his pants expectantly, 
curious as to what Tina's response would be.

Although not instantaneous, Tina quickly let Carl know how she felt by 
spitting a wad of dried spit at his legs, the glob lacking enough force 
behind it to hardly leave her mouth, dribbling instead down her chin as 
she defiantly announced, "no, you son-of-a-bitch, you bastard, no, no, 
no. You can torture me all you want and I still won't do anything you 
want."

Carl had to shake his head in disbelief while at the same time admiring 
her spunk. The little girl had some guts, he had to give her that. 
Still, he had to piss, but decided to not mess her up this time, 
pissing right in front of her instead, the heavy stream still managing 
to splash against her legs. When he had finished, Carl lifted Tina to 
her feet by her hair while he admonished her, "Oh, you will, Tina, you 
will. Believe me, you will. When I'm finished with you, you'll do 
anything you're told to do, and you'll be happy to do it. You'll see."

His words carried a promise that made Tina shiver noticeably as Carl 
guided her back up the steps to the cabin. While she was determined to 
resist in every way she could, Tina questioned her mental strength, 
unsure of how much abuse she could take before she surrendered to this 
man who had overnight become an entirely different person, an evil 
person, cruel and apparently without any moral hesitation to torturing 
her. The thought made Tina shiver violently and uncontrollably, the 
involuntary action making her angry with herself, with her weakness.

Once they were inside the cabin, Carl tied Tina to the overhead light 
again and began fixing himself something to eat. The smell of the 
cooking food appeared to have an effect on Tina as she turned in the 
direction of the kitchen, her nostrils flaring to inhale the scent. Her 
stomach began to growl noisily and Carl saw Tina lick her lips a couple 
of times. Teasingly, he inquired, "Hmm, are you hungry, little slut? 
Want some food?" Tina's pride prevented her from answering, although 
her body clamored for some nourishment. Carl snickered, "well, slut, 
you don't drink, you don't eat. It was your choice. But you can smell 
it as I chow down." Carl guffawed as his heartless announcement, taking 
pleasure in another form of torture of his truculent captive. Carl ate 
his dinner while his eyes examined the pitiful sight before him, Tina's 
head bowed, her arms pulling her pert little breasts upwards, her body 
still seductive, though very soiled.

When he had finished eating, Carl stood in front of Tina and presented 
her with his previous question, "ready to drink yet, slut? Drink and 
you can eat. And I'm sure you're getting pretty thirsty by now. Looks 
like your tongue is getting pretty thick." Not getting a reply from 
her, Carl continued his narration. "You know, that's how it goes. 
First, your tongue will get thick, your throat will dry up and begin to 
close. You'll start to feel feverish, then weak. Your vision will blur. 
All that from not getting any liquid. Maybe you should reconsider, 
whore."

Tina gathered the strength from deep within to vigorously shake her 
head. "Never, you pervert. You asshole."

"Tch, tch," Carl mocked. "Now is that any way for a young girl to 
talk?" An idea crossed his mind and he began unfastening the rope from 
the light. "I think you need your filthy mouth washed out, girl. Time 
you learned your manners." With a hand wrapped in her hair, Carl pulled 
Tina to the bathroom and raised the lid on the commode. Gripping her 
hair in both hands, Carl pushed Tina to her knees and jammed her head 
into the toilet, holding her under the water while she feebly tried to 
push against Carl's strong grip. She couldn't help but gulp a couple 
mouthfuls of water and after a minute underwater began to thrash around 
like a fish, making strange guttural sounds as she fought to keep the 
water from drowning her. Finally, Carl pulled her head up and let Tina 
catch her breath. After she managed a few lung-heaving gasps of air, 
Carl surmised, "Hmm, I don't think your filthy mouth is clean enough," 
and pushed her head underwater once more. Carl repeated the exercise 
several times before releasing Tina to fall back on the tiled floor. He 
watched dispassionately as Tina coughed and heaved, her lungs fighting 
to clear the bowl water she had swallowed. When he was satisfied she 
would recover, Carl picked her up and dumped her unceremoniously into 
the bathtub. Bending over, he turned on the cold water as far as it 
would go, the spray immediately causing Tina to squirm out of the way, 
the icey well water quickly bringing tiny goose bumps to her entire 
body. Carl wouldn't let her escape the spray, continuously pushing her 
back into it whenever she managed to dodge out of it. He kept up the 
water torture for a good fifteen minutes before finally turning off the 
water, amused at how Tina drew up in a fetal position, shivering with 
the cold. He threw a heavy towel on top of her and sat down on the 
lowered commode seat, waiting patiently as Tina sat up in the tub and 
began to briskly rub her skin, aggravating the abrasions she had 
received from her whippings but uncaring, wishing only for the warmth 
the towel imparted.

When he could see that Tina had dried herself as thoroughly as she 
could, Carl ordered, "Now, get out of the tub, slut. Get your ass out 
of there." Meekly, Tina obeyed, not wanting to suffer further 
punishment. She held the towel in front of her body until Carl ripped 
it out of her grasp with a snarl, "no you don't, slut. You're going to 
stay naked the rest of your life."

Coercively, Tina pleaded, "Please, Carl, please. Don't call me that. 
I'm sorry for all I've done, but I'm not a sl-slut."

"Shit," Carl spat back. "That's your name from now on. You got that? 
Your name is slut' or slave'. Whichever I prefer to call you. Tina 
doesn't exist any more. No one gives a shit about you now. You just 
exist to give pleasure. That's all."

Tina whined, "That's not true! People do care about me! My family, my 
friends,"

Carl cut her off, "bull shit, slut! If anyone cared for you, then why 
aren't they looking for you? You may not realize it, but I was in town 
today and there was nothing about you. Absolutely nothing," Carl lied. 
"Doesn't sound to me like anyone cares. They all probably figure you 
ran off with someone. No one will care if you are ever seen again."

Tina's voice choked with sobs, "not true, not true, not, not" she 
repeated over and over. "They do care, they do."

"Yeh, well we'll see if they do, stupid slut. If anyone cares, then 
someone will be here to rescue you. In the meantime, you're nothing. 
You're lower than whale shit. You're a good-for-nothing slut. That's 
all you are. And that's the way I'm going to treat you. To me, you're 
no different than a used condom. And the sooner you realize that, the 
better off you'll be. You better get that through your head." Carl 
pulled her out of the bathroom and into the kitchen where he pushed her 
bare ass down on a chair before announcing, "Now, I'm going to fix you 
something to eat. You're going to need your strength." Carl prepared a 
package of instant oatmeal loaded with raisins. To this he added an 
entire package of exlax, mixing it up thoroughly until the chocolate 
was dissolved. He handed the bowl to Tina and watched with pleasure as 
she ravenously attacked the oatmeal, not even pausing to taste it, her 
hunger making her cast aside any vestige of manners.

When Tina had finished the bowl of oatmeal, Carl rose from the table 
and opened one of the bags he had brought back to the cabin, then 
dumped the contents on the table. He studied the different items for a 
moment before selecting a large butt plug and a medium size dildo and 
setting them aside. Carl next stepped behind Tina's chair and pulled 
the chair back from the table with her in it. "Time to begin your 
lessons, slut," he announced as he lifted her by the shoulders and 
pushed the chair out of the way with his foot.

Tina could only stammer "Wh-wh" before Carl pushed her forward to bend 
over the table, her thighs pressing against the edge of the heavy wood. 
He reached across the table and picked up the butt plug and spit on it 
before placing it at the entrance to her rectum. The plug was too big 
for her near-virgin hole, so Carl had to wet his finger and insert it 
in her ass, working the finger around, gradually loosening the tight 
sphincter. Tina squirmed beneath the hand Carl had placed on the small 
of her back but couldn't escape the attack as Carl began to work the 
butt plug slowly inside her, her pleas for him to stop unheard as was 
her sudden gasp of pain as the plug finally made it past her tight 
opening and plunged completely inside her.

Carl wasn't near as considerate when it came to inserting the dildo in 
her dry pussy. He used the tip of the firm rubber device to spread her 
cunt lips and then rammed it up her dick chute, causing Tina to scream 
in pain and beg, "oh, god, oh god, please, pleeeease! That hurt, oh, 
god, it hurt." Carl said nothing as he picked up the roll of duck tape 
and tore off a piece at least twelve inches long. Holding Tina's 
kicking legs open with his own, Carl placed the tape over her asshole 
and pussy, working it beneath her so it was adhered to her sparse pussy 
patch. He quickly tore off two more strips of tape the same length as 
the first and overlapped the first piece, firmly sealing the rubber 
protrusions inside the squirming girl, her cavities filled with the 
foreign objects.

Satisfied with his work, Carl pulled on Tina's hair and raised her to a 
standing position, then turned her to face him. She looked like a life-
size doll, patched up with duck tape. It was a ludicrous sight and made 
Carl chuckle as he picked up another contraption from the heap of adult 
toys he had purchased earlier. He held the object in his hands and 
studied it for a moment to familiarize himself on how to attach it to 
the unsuspecting Tina. It was somewhat like a harness, with a pair of 
leather straps attached to a large-diameter hard plastic ball. Carl 
ordered, his voice cold and hard, "Open your mouth, bitch."

Despite her discomfort, Tina was still rebellious and replied to Carl's 
command by merely tightening her lips as a signal that she would not do 
as he directed. Her recalcitrance only made Carl shrug as he reached 
out and violently pinched and twisted one nipple, immediately causing 
Tina to scream in pain. But just for a split second as Carl jammed the 
gag ball in her open mouth and rapidly pulled the straps around her 
head, spinning the startled girl around and bending her over the table 
once more. Holding her down with one knee, Carl fastened the twin 
buckles on each strap, pulling the straps as tightly as possible.

Using her hair as a convenient handle, Carl pulled Tina up straight and 
turned her around. He nodded with approval at how the red ball was 
lodged tightly in her small mouth, holding her jaws open while pinning 
her tongue beneath it. "Your stubbornness is useless, little girl," he 
advised Tina, amused at her fruitless attempts at maneuvering the ball 
around in her mouth, unable to only grunt around the ball in 
unintelligible words. "You can't win, slut. Might as well get used to 
it. The sooner you learn to obey me, the easier things will be for 
you." Finishing his lecture, Carl pulled Tina by the hair to her place 
beneath the overhead light and once again tied her arms over her head. 
He then returned to the table and picked up a roll of thin plastic 
fishing line, pulling off several feet from the roll as he returned to 
the silent Tina. He laid the roll on the floor and then fashioned a 
miniature lasso on the end he held. Grasping one nipple between a thumb 
and forefinger, Carl began to pull and massage it to life, quickly 
enlarging the pink flesh to twice it's length. He slipped the small 
lasso over the base of the nipple and pulled it tight until it appeared 
it would cut into the tender flesh. Carl cut the line from the roll and 
then did Tina's other nipple the same as the first. He went back to the 
table and returned with two small lead sinkers, hefting them in one 
palm as though he was verifying their weight. He attached one weight to 
each line suspended from Tina's reddening nipples, adjusting the length 
of line so they hung to below her waist. The sinkers were just heavy 
enough to pull Tina's nipples downward, bending them over her apple-
sized breasts grotesquely. 

"Hmm, that doesn't look like it could be that painful," he thought to 
himself before remembering what he had read in articles on bondage and 
sadism. He remembered that one article stated it could take hours 
before the pain set in, gradually enveloping all the nerves in a 
woman's breasts while the nipples became numb. And, there was a side 
benefit that Carl liked. Prolonged use of the nipple weights would 
increase their length. He liked that. Carl toyed with the weights, 
swinging them back and forth like pendulums, tugging on the lines and 
watching Tina's breasts jiggle sexually.

Carl wasn't finished with his preparations, although he had to 
appreciate his handiwork up to that point. He returned to the kitchen 
table and opened another bag, withdrawing a pair of headphones with a 
built-in radio. He reached in the bag again and came out with a nine-
volt battery, which he installed in the headphones. Carl put the 
headphones on his head and turned on the volume, then searched for a 
loud rock station, finding one that was playing loud, raucous music and 
fine-tuned it to eliminate as much static as possible. Content with the 
station setting, he turned up the volume until it was almost painful to 
his ears, the loud bass rhythm vibrating his ear drums. Carl removed 
the headphones from his head and returned to the silent Tina and placed 
them on her head. Her reaction was immediate as the sound penetrated 
her hearing, her face contorting with a reflection of the pain the 
sound was imparting, shaking her head in an attempt to throw the 
offending apparatus off, managing to cause the phones to slide a little 
off her ears.

Carl muttered in frustration, "That won't do. Won't do at all, my 
little slut." He retrieved the roll of duck tape off the floor and 
commenced taping the phones over Tina's ears so she couldn't move them. 
He stepped back and looked at the results of his preparations, then 
nodded, thinking of how in his survival training he had learned that 
one of the methods the Chinese had used in the Korean war to break 
captives was incessant sound, depriving their captives of sleep while 
saturating their thinking with meaningless sound. Their methods had 
been somewhat different than his, but he was certain his idea of the 
radio-headphones would work just as well. He now had arranged for Tina 
to be deprived of sight and sleep, devoid of any external stimulation, 
made to sense only what he would permit. He thought a minute and then 
realized that there was still one sense the suffering girl could feel . 
. . touch. But he would soon control that, too, and he returned to the 
second bag he had opened and pulled out a ping pong paddle. One with a 
sandpaper coating on both sides of the paddle. Carl stood to the side 
of the hanging Tina and swung the paddle at her moon-like ass cheeks. 

The sound was like a firecracker being ignited in the small room as the 
wood paddle slammed into the white flesh with punishing force, causing 
Tina to buck forward as her entire body tensed from the burning pain 
and she emitted a loud "unnhh" from around the gag. Carl swung the 
paddle again and again, delighting in the instantaneous reddening of 
Tina's pearly-white skin, aiming his swings to alternate from first one 
ass cheek to the other. After at least twenty such swings at her tender 
ass, Carl finally decided it was enough. He didn't want to break the 
skin and he had seen that Tina's muscles had begun to stiffen and cramp 
from the continuous assault on her tender flesh. When he stopped, Carl 
saw her muscles slacken, her body drooping from her bound arms as 
though she was unconscious.

Leaving her there, Carl picked up a book off the table and settled into 
the lone easy chair to study. He had found the book at the adult store 
and was anxious to learn the art of body piercing, something he felt 
would come in handy later to further his dominance of the still-defiant 
girl. Carl read intensively for more than an hour before deciding it 
was time for him to sack out. He turned out all the lights and as he 
fell asleep in the soft bed, his imagination led to dreams of the 
things he planned to do to his captive, his new possession. Tomorrow 
was another day full of promise.

When he awoke the next morning, Carl quickly jumped out of the bed and 
looked in the front room of the cabin. What he saw was a pitiful sight. 
He could tell that Tina was awake from her moans and the frantic 
dancing of her feet on the bare floor. It was easy to see the source of 
her discomfort as Carl noticed her previously flat stomach bulging out 
like she was at least three months pregnant.

 "Good," he thought. "The laxative had done it's job. She's drowning in 
her own shit. No wonder she's hurting." Before he had begun his task of 
breaking her down, Carl would have felt remorse and pity for the 
suffering girl, but now he was surprised at his feelings for what he 
was doing to her. He had never realized the intense pleasure one could 
receive from being able to degrade and punish someone so lovely, so 
innocent. He began to see why bdsm had such a cult following. Carl 
entered the bathroom and took a long, deserved piss, his urine coloring 
the water in the bowl a faint yellow. When he had finished, Carl went 
to Tina and undid the rope holding her suspended, then led her to the 
bathroom. 

Standing her before the commode, Carl savagely ripped the tape from her 
crotch, the action permitting the butt plug and dildo to come half-way 
out of her. Carl gripped first the dildo and then the butt plug and 
pulled them out, pushing Tina down onto the seat by her shoulders. Her 
relief came spontaneously, her bowels spilling out a smelly, runny 
excrement, quickly filling the toilet bowl with stored up shit. Carl 
had to reach for the room freshener and spray the room thoroughly 
before he gagged from the stench. When he saw that Tina had emptied her 
bowels and bladder, Carl undid the ball gag from her and then removed 
the makeshift blindfold and finally, the earphones. Tina worked her 
jaws to regain some feeling and relaxing to her facial muscles while 
she blinked her eyes at the intruding light, vainly attempting to focus 
on her tormentor, unsure of what was in store for next. She didn't have 
to wait long as Carl pulled her to her feet and turned her around, then 
forced her to her knees. 

Tina's eyes went wide with disgust and fright as she saw Carl reach 
around her and raise the lid to the toilet, having only seconds to 
reflect on what was about to happen before Carl grabbed the hair on the 
back of her head and pushed her face into the stinking bowl. She 
managed to take a deep breath before her face was plunged beneath the 
surface, her arms flailing wildly in a weak effort to fend off the 
force on the back of her head as her nose and ultimately, her mouth 
filled with the near-liquid sewage. Carl held her head under the slime 
for a minute and then pulled her up. As soon as she opened her mouth to 
gulp in a needed breath of air, Carl pushed her head under again. He 
repeated the degradation for several minutes before finally letting 
Tina sit back on her haunches, her face covered with her own shit as 
she spit the foul droppings out of her mouth and coughed up streams of 
liquid, choking on the odiferous mixture.

Looking down on the thoroughly humiliated girl, Carl spoke in flat 
tones. "Clean yourself up, slut. Get in the shower and wash that shit 
off. Maybe that will teach you that you're nothing but a pile of shit. 
Nothing. I can make you eat shit any time I want, so you better think 
about your attitude." With that, Carl strode out of the bathroom and 
went to the bedroom to put on a pair of shorts, hearing the sound of 
the shower coming on as he dressed. Despite the stench he had just 
endured, Carl discovered he was hungry and set about preparing himself 
some breakfast of ham and eggs with a side dish of hash browns, fixing 
enough to offer Tina when she was finished washing the stink off of her 
body. He decided she would have to earn the privilege of eating, 
however, and the thought made his cock harden with anticipation as he 
sat down to eat.

It was a good half-hour before Tina stumbled into the room, her hair 
wet and dripping, looking clean and refreshed after her ordeal. The 
dark circles under her eyes revealed her lack of sleep and her face was 
beginning to show the results of Carl's continued mistreatment. The 
cheeks of her ass were still pretty red from the paddling she had 
received and Carl couldn't help but notice that Tina walked like her 
entire body ached. Tina stopped about six feet from the seated Carl and 
looked hungrily at the food before him, her face showing her the 
conflict going on inside her . . . should she ask to eat or continue to 
resist her captor? Before she could decide, Carl solved the dilemma for 
her. "Want something to eat, slut?"

Tina nodded, her eyes never leaving the dishes of food. She licked her 
lips and nodded again, waiting for Carl's invitation.

"Well, you'll have to earn it first, bitch. If you want to eat, you 
have to get under the table and give me a blow job." Carl pushed his 
chair back from the table suggestively as he spread his legs. Tina 
looked back and forth between the food and Carl, her weakened body 
fighting her wavering mind. Her hunger finally won the conflict as she 
wordlessly stepped up to the table and knelt down, then crawled beneath 
it to kneel between Carl's legs. Carl grinned at winning the contest 
with the pretty girl's will, quickly undoing his shorts and pulling out 
his stiffened cock, then warning Tina, "You better not bite, either, 
cunt, or you'll be sorry. You suck my cock like a veteran whore. Do it 
the best you can and I'll let you eat."

Tina wasted no time in slipping the hard meat into her mouth, putting 
all her effort into sucking Carl's cock the best she could. She 
remembered what he had told her the first time she had sucked him and 
she practiced the art expertly, using her tongue and lips lasciviously 
to excite the large cock, wanting to finish the task as expeditiously 
as possible. 

Carl couldn't believe how good her mouth felt on his cock, as good as 
any cocksucking he had ever received, and he fought to delay 
ejaculating his cum into Tina's throat as long as he could to prolong 
the delicious sensations the young mouth was imparting to his veinous 
cock. But he couldn't hold out as long as he wanted, soon feeling the 
cum well up in his nuts and making the short journey to freedom. As 
soon as he felt the cum boiling up inside his turgid cock, Carl grabbed 
Tina's head and pushed it down until the full length of his meat was 
lodged in her throat, his anal muscles shooting thick streams of cum in 
spasmodic spurts to coat her stretched throat. When the last drop of 
cum had made its exit, Carl pulled Tina's head back to where her lips 
surrounded the head and held her there, delighting in the continued 
ministrations of her youthful tongue. When his cock had softened, Carl 
pushed her mouth off of it and joked, "Well, you've had dessert, so now 
you can eat, my cock-sucking slut."

Tina quickly backed out from under the table and dropped into a chair, 
hardly getting seated before she began to fill her plate with the cold 
food. She ate in much the same way, as though she was afraid the food 
would be taken away from her before she had her fill. Carl thought how 
much she resembled a starving pig the way she attacked the food and 
chuckled at the parallel, although the girl certainly wasn't a pig. 
Quite the contrary, for despite her ordeals the past two days, she was 
still very beautiful and desirable. "And, she was becoming more 
obedient," Carl inwardly glowed, happy that his methods were having the 
effect he desired.. It was then that he noticed that the weights were 
no longer fastened to Tina's nipples. Carl's attitude changed in a 
flash, his stare at Tina's chest revealing the reason for his anger.

Tina looked up from her near-empty plate, somehow aware of Carl's 
stare, and immediately understood what he was looking at. "I, I, I took 
them off in the shower. My breasts were hurting with those things on 
me." She quickly looked down at the table and folded her hands in her 
lap, the fear at her transgression spreading across her face.

Carl exploded. "Damn it, bitch! I didn't tell you that you could take 
them off!" He pushed his chair back violently and stood, almost 
knocking the chair over, his face turning red with his anger. "You do 
nothing without asking me first! Looks like you haven't learned your 
place yet."

Tina rapidly slid from her chair and ran in her bare feet to the 
opposite corner of the room, crouching down with her face buried 
against her knees as she pleaded, "please, please. I'm sorry, I'm 
sorry. Don't hurt me. Please!"

The sight of the frightened girl hunched down in the corner begging for 
his mercy softened Carl's anger, momentarily making him feel sympathy 
for her, regretful of causing her such terror. He sat back down in his 
chair and forced the compassionate feelings from his mind while 
containing his anger. After a moment, Carl took a deep breath and 
attempted to allay the girl's fears. "It's okay, slut, it's okay. I 
shouldn't have got so angry over such a little thing. Come back to the 
table and finish your breakfast."

Tina looked up as Carl spoke, studying his face for sign of genuine 
forgiveness. Seeing Carl's warm smile, she relaxed and slowly rose to 
her feet and walked back to the table, apologizing as she sat back 
down. "I really am sorry, sir. I didn't think you would mind if I took 
them off." She began to finish her food, more slowly than before, 
glancing over her raised fork with each bite at Carl, trying to 
ascertain if he really had accepted her apology, looking for any hint 
of his previous show of anger. Carl maintained a poker face, displaying 
no emotion as he watched Tina eat her last few bites, even admiring the 
graceful sweep of her throat as she tilted her head back to drain the 
last of her orange juice from her glass.

Carl sipped his coffee as he studied Tina's face, his eyes wandering to 
her breasts, the nipples still elongated and slightly more red than 
normal, the circle marks of the ligature he had put on them quite 
noticeable. Putting down his coffee cup, Carl spoke softly, almost 
intimately, "well, you made a mistake by doing something without my 
permission, my little slut. Let me see if you've learned anything." He 
paused for dramatic effect before continuing, "What's your name?"

Tina looked at Carl in confusion, "T-Ti" and abruptly corrected herself 
when she saw his eyes narrow meaningfully, "Sl-slut, sir. My name is 
slut."

Carl smiled while beaming inwardly at Tina's submission. She had made a 
concession, however small, and Carl was very pleased that his efforts 
were paying off so quickly. "That's right, my little slut. Now you've 
got it. You're making progress and for that I'll have to reward you. 
But first, I want you to clear the table and wash the dishes. Let me 
see how well you do that."

"Yes, sir," Tina cheerfully answered as she got up from the table and 
began to gather up the soiled dishes. Carl turned in his chair to watch 
her as Tina ran water in the sink and began to wash the dishes, her 
back to him as she busily scrubbed each utensil. Carl took the chance 
to admire the young girl's body, the way her firm ass cheeks rippled 
with hidden muscles when she moved, the curving sweep of her legs, the 
strap marks beginning to fade. Her body was geometrically perfect with 
her small shoulders forming the top of a trapezoid shape that ended in 
her tiny waist then blossomed into womanly hips and ass. Just looking 
at her washing the dishes nude made Carl feel a longing in his loins, 
his cock once again beginning to rise in his shorts.

When Tina had finished washing the dishes, she turned expectantly to 
Carl, a questioning look on her face. "Is that all, sir? Should I do 
anything else?"

Carl nonchalantly ordered, "wipe the table off, slut." He backed his 
chair further away from the table to afford Tina room to do as he had 
directed, feeling his cock surge upward as she bent over the table with 
the wet rag, causing her breasts to sway sensually. Before Tina had 
finished the task, Carl wrapped an arm around her and pulled her to his 
lap, the softness of her skin adding to the fire building deep inside 
him. He pulled her face to his and kissed her softly on the lips, then 
spoke in her ear. "Now, I'll give you your reward, sweet slut. Take my 
shorts off."

Tina slid off his lap and knelt in front of Carl's feet, then reached 
up to undo the button on his shorts and lower the zipper, tenderly 
sliding his shorts from under his ass and even bending to kiss the head 
of his cock as she pulled the shorts off his feet. Her kiss on the head 
of his stiffened member surprised Carl and further excited his cock, 
causing a small drop of precum to ooze from his slitted eye. "Mmm," 
Carl moaned. "I didn't tell you to do that, but seeing as how you have, 
do some more, my teasing little slut. Lick it, baby." Tina did as she 
was told without hesitation, her tongue lustfully removing the drop of 
precum before proceeding to run her tongue up and down the length of 
Carl's vein-lined cock while Carl relaxed further in his chair with a 
series of moans, expressing his delight at Tina's ministrations.

He let the kneeling girl continue her licking and sucking for several 
minutes before pulling her to her feet and then onto his lap, her legs 
spread on each side of his, his cock resting against the opening to her 
womanhood. Carl cupped her breasts in each hand and instructed the 
willing girl, "Fuck me, my slut. Put my cock in you and sit on it, then 
fuck it. Fuck it good, you hot cunt." Tina rose on her feet slightly, 
her knees bent while she gripped Carl's eight inches at the base and 
guided it to her waiting pussy lips, working it up and down the 
wettening slit and then sitting down on it, at first slowly as her 
pussy adjusted to the thick rod, and then in one quick move, letting it 
slide all the way in, her ass resting on Carl's hips. She stayed still 
for a minute, the feeling of the warm dick inside her exciting her 
inner nerve endings as her lubricating juice was awakened to coat the 
source of her pleasure, then she began to rise and sink slowly, her 
head thrown back, her eyes dreamily closed, her breathing quickening 
with each plunge downward. The slurping sound of Carl's cock sliding in 
out of Tina's wet pussy added to both of their arousals, the sound 
becoming louder and more frequent as Tina rode Carl's cock with 
increasing speed, her breathing increasing in unison, her erotic 
utterings becoming more pronounced as she felt her insides convulse 
with sensation, creating several climaxes that built towards her 
ultimate orgasm. As Tina's body was wracked with the final climax, she 
let out a loud moan, then a soft scream, as every muscle of her body 
tensed. She grabbed Carl's shoulders, digging her nails into his 
oblivious flesh, as she continued to rise up and down on his spurting 
cock, with a series of "unhh, unhh, unnhh, ahhhh!" moans of 
immeasurable pleasure. It wasn't until Carl's cock began to soften 
inside her that Tina fell forward on Carl's chest in exhaustion, her 
chest heaving against his, her heart pounding at double the normal 
rate. Carl wrapped his arms around her and held her there against him 
for several minutes, reveling in the phenomenal fuck she had given him.

Finally, Carl rose with his arms still wrapped around Tina, her legs 
encircling his waist, and sat her on the end of the table. He had to 
pry her arms from around him as he pushed her back to lay on the table, 
her legs hanging over the end. He stepped to the side of the table next 
to her head and cupped her cheek in one hand as he looked into her eyes 
intently. "Who do you belong to, slut? Are you mine?"

Tina looked puzzled, then replied, "no one, sir. I don't belong to 
anyone.. I'm me. I'm my own person. What do you mean?"

Carl shook his head, "No, little girl, you're wrong. You belong to me 
now.. You're mine to do with as I please, whenever and wherever I want. 
You're no longer a person.. You're now a slave. Don't you understand 
that?"

Carl was hopeful that Tina wouldn't deny his claim to her body and 
soul, no longer wishing to inflict punishment on such a beautiful 
creature. But her answer revealed to him that he still had a ways to go 
before she was completely his, without a will of her own. Tina 
violently shook her head and raised up on her elbows, "No, sir. That's 
not true. I don't belong to you or anyone. I'm me."

Carl looked at Tina in disappointment, a sadness seeming to come over 
him, then a firm resolve covered his face and settled in his eyes as he 
picked up the short lengths of rope from one chair. He pushed Tina back 
down on the table and rapidly grasped one arm and tied it over the side 
of the table to one table leg, ignoring Tina's protestations as he 
proceeded to her other arm, forcefully pulling it over the side of the 
table, her resistance petty to his strength. Ignoring her pleas for him 
to stop, Carl moved to the end of the table and tied her legs in the 
same fashion so that Tina's ass rested on the very edge of the table, 
her legs bent and spread wide, her puffy pussy lips dripping with the 
cum from their earlier coupling. Carl left the room briefly and 
returned with a wet wash rag, then used it to clean up the cum still 
oozing from Tina's stretched cunt, having to return to the sink a 
couple of times to wash out the copious amount of sexual fluid. He made 
another trip to the bathroom and returned with a can of shaving cream 
and a razor, then sat down in a chair facing the almost-hairless pussy 
and proceeded to shave Tina clean. There wasn't much hair to shave off 
after the tape had pulled much of it out by the root, so Carl was 
finished in a matter of minutes.

Remembering what he had read in the book on body peircing, Carl got a 
bottle of alcohol and swabbed Tina's genitals thoroughly, taking care 
to saturate her inner lips, despite her cries that the alcohol was 
burning her abrased flesh. He picked up a small pair of needle-nose 
vice grip pliers and, spreading her pussy lips with one hand, he used 
the pliers to coax the clitoris out of it's sheath. Fortunately, due to 
their recent sex, Tina's clit was still slightly enlarged, so Carl was 
able to grip the end of it with the thin-nosed pliers and pull it out 
in the open. The second he tightened the locking grip of the pliers, 
Tina let out a scream and Carl could see her asshole twitch in reflex. 
Moving quickly, Carl tied a tourniquet around the base of the pendulous 
flesh with the thin fishing line he had used on Tina's nipples. The 
tourniquet caused the end of Tina's clitoris to swell further with 
blood and become more pronounced. He knew the next step would have to 
be accomplished in one swift step before Tina could react to the pain 
he was going to inflict. He picked up a thick, curved upholstery needle 
and stuck it in the bottle of alcohol. Then, pulling the distended meat 
outward with the pliers, Carl jammed the needle throught the flesh in 
one swift motion, arcing the needle outward as it exited on the 
opposite side of the clit.

Tina's reaction was very predictable, as she screamed, "Ahhh, god, 
argghhh!" and bucked her hips up off the table, straining against her 
bounds uselessly as she continued to scream from the intense pain and 
blood gushed from the wound around the needle. Carl held a piece of 
gauze against Tina's crotch and quickly had to replace it with another 
as the stored blood soaked the material. After using three pieces of 
gauze, the flow of blood finally subsided and Carl picked up a small 
gold ring and spread the opening enough to slip into the hole he had 
made with the needle. He turned the ring until he was able to grip the 
two ends of the opening and squeeze them shut with another pair of 
pliers, having to put his elbow on Tina's squirming hips to hold her 
still. Finished, Carl stepped back and admired his handiwork. "Hmm, not 
as hard as I thought it would be," he expressed to no one in 
particular. Then he added, in the same matter-of-fact tone, "one down 
and two to go."

Carl repeated the procedure he had performed on Tina's clit on each of 
her nipples, sitting on her chest to facilitate the operation. The 
nipple peircing went much easier, as Carl didn't have to used the 
pliers to grip Tina's nipples, but he did have a harder time stopping 
the bleeding. He decided to leave the three tourniquets in place for a 
day or so until the wounds clotted and scabbed closed. Before he untied 
Tina from the table, Carl produced two gold chains from a shopping bag 
and connected the shortest one from one nipple to the other, then 
connected the longer chain from the ring in Tina's clit to the chain 
running from one nipple to the other. He had left some slack in the 
nipple chain, but Carl fastened the other chain with just enough slack 
to not cause a constant pull on any of the rings, unless Tina happened 
to lean backward. But Carl was sure she would only do that one time 
once she became aware of the pain it could cause. He busied himself 
cleaning the blood from Tina and then untied the ropes holding her 
limbs.

Tina laid still for several minutes after Carl released her, then 
finally set up. She looked down at the rings and chains, her tear-
streaked face unbelieving of the mutilation of her body. She lightly 
fingered the gold chain connected to her clit and then looked at Carl. 
"Why? Why did you do this? It hurt. It still hurts." She began to cry 
again as she questioned her tormentor.

"Because I wanted to," Carl casually replied. "I think chains on a 
slave are a requirement. Don't be so upset. A lot of women pay good 
money to get that done. You got it for nothing."

Tina sniffled, "I'm not your slave! And I'm not into the body-piercing 
scene." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hands, then added, "you 
could have asked me if I wanted it."

Carl shot back, "I don't have to ask you a damn thing, slut. I'll do 
with you whatever I want to. And you ARE my slave. You may not think so 
yet, but believe me, my pretty slut, you will. You definitely will." He 
stewed over her words a minute, then added, "and if you give me any 
more back talk, I'll cut those damn rings off, nipples and all."

Tina's eyes went wide with fright, certain that Carl meant exactly what 
he said and she timidly slid her ass off the table, the action 
tightening the chain leading to her clit. The pain was like a hot poker 
stabbing her where each ring was firmly anchored, bringing a plaintive 
moan to her lips. She looked at Carl pitifully, "does it has to be so 
tight?"

Carl nodded, "That's how I want it. You'll get used to it. In a matter 
of days it won't hurt any more. You'll see."

"I hope you got some earring disinfectant. I don't want to get 
infected." Tina looked at Carl questioningly as she bent her head to 
study one nipple.

"Yeh, yeh, I got everything the book says you need, so don't worry 
about it," Carl replied in a disinterested tone. Then he ordered, "and 
I didn't say you could get off the table. Now, get your ass back up 
there." Tina's quick obedience pleased Carl as she raised herself back 
up on the table, sitting there looking at him with her feet dangling 
above the floor. Carl ordered more softly, "lie down like you were."

Tina quizzed hesitantly, "y-you aren't going to hurt me anymore, are 
you? Please don't hurt me."

"Nah, Carl soothed. "You'll like this." As he spoke, Carl bent down and 
grasped Tina's ankles and lifted her feet to the table, sliding her 
body down the table as he did so. He returned to one of the shopping 
bags and came back with several steel balls in one hand and another but 
plug in the other. He first rubbed the plug in Tina's pussy, taking 
care to not disturb her clit, and then moved it to her asshole and 
gradually worked it in, holding to his words that he wasn't going to 
hurt her. When he had the plug in place, Carl fed the heavy steel balls 
into Tina's pussy, using his middle finger to push them deep inside, 
filling her cavity easily with six balls.. After he had inserted the 
last ball, Carl helped Tina to sit up and then went to the bedroom and 
returned with her shoes. He placed them on her feet and helped her 
stand.

"Now, we're going for a walk. You'll like to get out for awhile, won't 
you?" Carl questioned.

Tina nodded gratefully, then asked, "but won't the balls fall out?" 
Before Carl could reply, she added, "they feel so heavy. Makes me feel 
funny there." She placed her hand over the area of her belly just above 
where her pubic hair had once been.

Carl laughed, "They won't fall out unless you jump up and down. Your 
pussy is too tight for anything to just fall out. And as far as how 
they feel . . . just wait until you start walking." He took her arm and 
guided her outside and down the steps, watching her face as she took 
each step, wondering how long it would be before the balls began to 
have their effect. They had walked almost to the lake before he began 
to see the look on Tina's face soften and her eyes develop a sensual 
haze, even seeing a slight sway to her hips as each step jarred her 
vagina, rocking the balls tantalizingly against the walls of her 
uterus. Carl was certain it wasn't the act of walking that made her 
begin to breath heavy and he had to grin with the knowledge, purposely 
guiding Tina over the rougher places in the trail. By the time they had 
walked for about a half-hour and were nearing the cabin, Carl could see 
the tell-tale signs of pussy juice tracks running downward on the 
insides of her thighs, the sight generating a heat in his own crotch.

As soon as they were back in the cabin, Carl led Tina back over to the 
table and pushed her face down on the surface, quickly spreading her 
legs with his as he pushed his shorts down to his knees to release his 
steel-hard cock. He pulled the butt plug out of Tina and in one move, 
replaced it with his cock, easily sliding it inside Tina's asshole in 
one smooth stroke. The plug had also done it's job, loosening her 
sphincter for his plundering cock, and Carl commenced to fuck her ass 
with long, rapid strokes, filling her rectum with his cum in less than 
two minutes. As soon as he felt the second spurt leave his cock, he 
pulled out of her ass and stepped to the side of the table next to 
Tina's head. Carl pulled her mouth towards the bowel-smeared tip and 
commanded, "suck it clean, slut."

Tina shuddered as she obeyed, the smell of her own innards nauseating 
her, but her better judgment telling her she would be wise to obey, no 
matter how distasteful the task. She dutifully sucked Carl's cock 
clean, getting another spurt of cum as she sucked, her eyes watering 
when she began to gag, but not stopping until she was sure his 
offensive cock was as clean as possible. Carl was euphoric at Tina's 
compliance, although in the back of his mind, he knew she was obeying 
because of her fear of him. He wanted her to fear him, but he wanted 
most for the lovely girl to obey as second nature . . . a true slave. 
In time he knew she would. With patience and the right incentives, he 
knew she would.

Over the next few weeks, Carl continued to humiliate and degrade his 
lovely young captive, slowly taking her identity and her will power. 
His will became her's, as did his desires. At times it was touch and 
go, with Carl having to punish and deprive Tina whenever she 
transgressed, but with each discipline she became even more malleable 
and more eager to please the man she had begun to accept as her 
complete master, her owner. Carl had to extend his leave from his 
office a couple of times, one of the perks of owning his own business, 
although he did manage to take frequent trips to the office to make 
sure things were running smoothly or put out a few fires. When he had 
to leave Tina alone, he would chain her to the toilet, with one end of 
the chain fastened to her clit chain. At least he didn't have to worry 
about her escaping while he was gone. And the time alone seemed to 
further Tina's appreciation of Carl, as she was even more obedient and 
eager to please whenever he returned.

Finally, Carl felt it was time to test his control over the now 
completely-obedient beauty. He purchased a short terry cloth swimsuit 
cover up, a pair of high-heeled shoes, and different makeup items, then 
instructed Tina to fix herself up and put on the articles he had bought 
for her. She appeared quite happy to be able to put something on, like 
a child with their first dress, having been nude every day since she 
had been brought to the cabin. When she was ready, Carl drove to a city 
clear across the state, a good two hundred miles away where he was 
certain neither of them would be recognized, although Carl had 
frequented a couple of night spots and adult theaters in the city 
before.

While he drove, he instructed Tina on how she was to act. "Tonight you 
get to show me how obedient you can be, slut. You'll do whatever I tell 
you, when I tell you.. You won't speak unless I tell you to. And you're 
to always look happy. I want to see you smiling at all times."

Tina was more than eager to please Carl, assuring him as he stated each 
item that she would do exactly as he said and she was happy to show him 
that she enjoyed being his slave. "Oh, yes, sir, I'll be so good. I'll 
do everything you say. I don't want to displease you, sir. I'm so happy 
you have made me see that I belong to you. That's all I want in this 
world now." As she vowed her obedience, Tina had slid over in the seat 
close to Carl and laid her head on his shoulder, apparently quite 
content to be with this man that she had grown to love and worship.

Carl patted Tina on her bare thigh, "that's my girl. Now, the first 
thing I want you to do is take off your robe and sit close to the 
passenger door." Carl used the buttons on the arm rest by his side to 
lower the passenger window before continuing. "When we come along side 
a car with just a man in it, you're to lean out the window and let him 
see your tits, then wave at him."

Tina giggled, "That sounds like fun, sir." She quickly took the robe 
off and slid over in the seat next to the other door. True to Carl's 
directions, the very next car they drove along side with only a man in 
it, Tina did just as Carl had told her to do. Her actions were very 
animated, revealing her pleasure at being able to do something her man 
had told her to do. She not only waved at the man in the car beside 
them, but even cupped her breasts and shook them, causing the other 
driver to swerve dangerously out of his lane of traffic. Tina laughed 
like a child, bouncing up and down in her seat when she had pulled back 
inside the car. Carl had her repeat her display several times on the 
long drive, even having her moon a couple of drivers, sucking on her 
finger as they drove by one. It definitely livened up the tedium of the 
three-hour drive and it showed Carl that he had achieved his goal. Tina 
was now completely his . . . her body and soul, her very being. The 
power he had over someone so lovely, so innocent appearing, was 
overwhelming, giving Carl a sense of euphoria like he had never 
experienced. His fertile imagination worked overtime to display in his 
mind the fantasies he would be able to enjoy as reality with this girl. 
Before the night was over, he planned to put his control of her to 
every conceivable test.

Carl pulled into the parking lot of the adult club he had visited a 
couple of times. He had Tina put her robe back on after first removing 
the chains from her breasts and clit, then they entered the club 
through a side door so they wouldn't have to pass by the man behind the 
register at the front. It was a large building with an adult store in 
the front portion that carried a variety of adult sex material, from 
magazines and books, videos, and a large assortment of sex toys. The 
back half of the building contained several small video booths, each 
one afforded some privacy by dark curtains that hung to the floor. Carl 
guided Tina to the front, keeping the shelves of books and videos 
between them and the cashier. He wasn't sure if Tina would appear old 
enough to be in the club and he didn't want to take any chances that 
they would be told to leave. He was glad to see that the club was 
having a busy night, with several men studying the different titles of 
the books and a few perusing the sex magazines, drooling at the photos 
as they thumbed through the pages of smut. He stopped in front of a 
display of magazines on shelves that reached from the floor to the 
ceiling and pretended to be searching for a particular one to read. 
Carl pulled Tina close to him, his hand dropping to her ass and 
sensually rubbing it as he continued his apparent browsing, his eyes 
darting to the side to see if the pretty girl beside him was garnering 
any attention. He was aroused to see that several of the men were 
looking furtively at Tina, appreciating the appearance of a girl who 
looked so lovely and innocent. One man on the other side of the aisle 
of magazines had turned so he could look over his open magazine at 
Tina's backside, obviously excited by the position of Carl's hand on 
her ass. Carl decided to give him a better look and let his hand drop 
to the hem of the short robe, then lifted it enough to show that Tina 
wasn't wearing any panties, her white, moon-like butt in plain view. 
Carl laughed inwardly as he saw the man's eyes widen, then licked his 
lips, his magazine forgotten and drooping from his hands.

The conspicuously aroused middle-aged man discarded his pretense of 
looking at the magazine and focused all of his attention on the pretty 
blonde girl just a few feet from him, much preferring the sight of a 
real female body to the glossy pics he had been staring at.. Carl 
raised Tina's robe to her waist before dropping it back in place, 
enjoying the torture on the man's face as her ass disappeared from 
view. But Carl had a purpose in his action as he leaned and whispered 
to Tina, "I want you to kneel down at the magazine rack in back of us 
with your legs spread like you were looking at the magazines on the 
bottom shelf. Make sure you face that guy with the glasses on. Give him 
a real show."

Tina looked up at Carl incredulously, "You want a stranger to see me?"

Carl whispered in a firm voice his short reply, "Yes."

Tina didn't question further, but turned around and did as Carl had 
said, quickly stooping down, her legs spread about a foot apart, her 
robe parting on each side of her white belly, her pussy in plain view 
to anyone happening to be facing her. The man in glasses dropped his 
magazine as Tina revealed her womanhood, his mouth dropping almost as 
much as the magazine had. The noise of the magazine hitting the floor 
drew the attention of two other men standing at the end of the narrow 
aisle, their eyes switching instantaneously from the fallen magazine to 
the erotic sight before them. One even pretended to suddenly see a 
magazine he was interested in on the bottom shelf and bent down to get 
it, his hands searching for the slick booklet as his eyes focused on 
Tina's crotch. His gesture was rapidly duplicated by the man in glasses 
as he bent over to retrieve his dropped magazine. When they both 
straightened back up, Carl could see they were both getting erections, 
their pants bulging with the result of the alluring view that Tina was 
revealing.

As much as Carl was enjoying the men's discomfort, he decided to end 
the teasing display, and, wordlessly, proffered a hand to Tina and 
helped her rise. With his arm around her hips, his hand resting on her 
clothed ass, Carl guided Tina towards the back of the building in the 
direction of the booths. As they passed through the narrow valley of 
the magazine racks, Tina looked up at Carl and whispered, "That was 
fun. Did you see how those men were looking?" The thought made her 
giggle in her little girl voice, her face lighting up with pleasure at 
the attention she had received.

Carl nodded affirmatively, "Yeh, I saw them, my sexy little slut. You 
did good. Gave them quite a view." He thought a minute and asked, "have 
you ever done anything like that before?"

Tina pensively shook her head, her upper teeth pinching her lower lip. 
"No, no, I never have. I would have been scared to death to do anything 
like that. But it was fun."

Carl hugged her to him as they walked. "You did good, baby, real good. 
I'm proud of my little slut. And now we're going to have even more 
fun." He opened the door that led to the secluded booths in the back 
and ushered Tina through the door and then stopped as he let his eyes 
adjust to the change in light. The back room was lit with one small 
bulb high up on the ceiling, revealing a narrow passage way with a row 
of doors on each side, most closed, but a few swung wide open without 
occupants. Carl could hear muted sex sounds, women's moaning, 
punctuated with men's heavy breathing from the videos playing on the 
small screens in each booth. Without a word, Carl stepped behind Tina 
and reached around her waist, undoing the terry cloth belt, then 
sliding the robe off her shoulders and arms. He stepped back a couple 
of steps and admired the nakedness of Tina, seductively visible in even 
the dim light, catching the glint on her nipple rings as she turned to 
look at him.

Tina giggled, "It's cold back here. Look at my nipples."

Carl couldn't help but laugh at her cuteness, her new boldness, as he 
stepped up to her, his fingers feeling the stiffness of each nipple. 
"Well, we'll have to see if we can warm you up, you cute little 
sexpot." He put a hand on her back and had just started to guide her 
down the row of booths when he heard the squeak of the door that led to 
the booths, followed by a swath of light from the other side of the 
door that illuminated him and Tina. He turned to see who had entered 
and recognized the middle-aged man with the glasses. The man had 
stopped dead in his tracks just inside the door, the closing door 
hitting him in the back as he stood there in stunned silence, the white 
of his eyes glinting with lust as he stared at the nude figure just ten 
feet from him.

"Damn!", the man hoarsely whispered. "Jesus!" He stepped within a few 
feet of the couple, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of Tina's 
body. Spittle was dripping from his lips as he nervously asked, "wh-
what, is she your girl, man? Is she a hooker?"

Carl snickered in an offended tone, "Naw, nothing like that. She's my 
little slut-slave." Carl toyed with one of Tina's nipples as he 
prompted her, "aren't you, baby?"

Tina leaned against Carl before agreeing, "Yes. Yes, sir. I'm your 
slut-slave."

The man rubbed his swelling cock before quizzing surprisingly, "Your 
slave? Will she do anything you tell her to?"

Carl bragged, "Sure. Sure she will. And she'll love anything I tell her 
to do. C'mon and I'll show you." Carl turned Tina around and pulled her 
down the passage to a booth near the end that was unoccupied. He and 
Tina stepped into the closet-sized room, bare except for two chairs and 
a small video screen mounted in the wall opposite the door. Carl 
stacked one chair on top of the other just as the man entered the room 
and closed the door. He turned to Tina and commanded, "Get on your 
knees, slut."

Tina obediently knelt down with her back to the video screen with Carl 
standing to one side of her, waiting for his next command, unsure of 
what he intended. Carl's intentions were soon voiced as he spoke 
softly, "Now, show the gentleman how good a cock-sucker you are. Take 
his cock out, baby."

Tina moved forward on her knees until she was positioned just inches in 
front of the disbelieving man and without hesitation, reached up and 
lowered the man's zipper, then fished inside his pants for his hardened 
prick and pulled it through the opening. The circumcised head glistened 
in the dim light, drops of precum coating the tip of the six-inch cock. 
Tina looked at the man's cock for a few seconds and then leaned 
forward, her tongue flicking out to catch the drops of lubricant before 
she enveloped the entire length with her mouth and then proceeded to 
expertly suck the throbbing middle-aged meat, using all of the 
expertise she had learned over the past few weeks to quickly bring the 
man to unbridled ecstasy, causing his legs to shake with the desire and 
intensity of Tina's manipulations with her mouth and tongue. He didn't 
last but a couple of minutes before he groaned and thrust his hips 
forward, then emptied his hot sperm into Tina's sucking mouth. Carl 
could see Tina's throat muscles work as she swallowed the thick, salty 
cum, not missing a stroke of her mouth on the softening cock, her 
cheeks drawn in with the pressure of her youthful sucking. When the 
man's cock had gone completely limp, Tina let it slide from her mouth 
and lovingly gave the now-wrinkled head a sensuous kiss, then smoothly 
rose to her feet, a satisfied smile spreading her luscious lips.

The pleasured-man reached out and fondled a breast as he complimented, 
"God, girl, you're good. You're VERY good! That was the best damn blow 
job I've ever had!" He studied her face and then added, "and you're so 
young. So beautiful." He looked at Carl and praised him, "man, you're 
lucky. I'd give my life savings for a girl like this."

Carl nodded in recognition of the man's praise and then agreed, "Yeh, 
she is good. And I sure am lucky to have her. She's quite a catch." 
Carl chuckled at his secret meaning as he pulled Tina to him, fondling 
her ass and tits.

Having received release from his pent-up desires, the man reached for 
the door handle as he awkwardly thanked Carl and Tina for the 
experience of his life and then disappeared up the hallway. As soon as 
he was gone, Carl pushed Tina to her knees and extracted his raging 
cock from his pants, his nuts aching from the erotic display he had 
just arranged. He didn't even have to direct Tina on what she was to do 
as she eagerly took his cock in her mouth and began to make love to it.

She had just started when there was a faint knock at the door. Tina 
started to cease her sucking until Carl pushed her head further down on 
his cock, then reached over her head and opened the door to see two men 
standing there expectantly. The nearest one hesitantly spoke, his eyes 
fastened on the still-sucking girl. "Uh, uh, we were told there was a 
girl back here that would . . . would take care of us."

"Hmm, word spreads fast. Must have been the guy that just left." Carl 
thought, as he reluctantly pulled his cock out of Tina's mouth and 
admitted, "Yeh, my little slut here will take on all cummers." He 
laughed at his little joke as he pulled Tina up and turned her to face 
the men at the door. "What do you think of this fine piece of pussy?"

"Hot shit!", one exclaimed as he got a full frontal view of Tina, the 
other man echoing approval. "Man, she is hot! Does she do it all? How 
much?"

Carl held up his hand, "she'll do anything and everything, fellas. And 
she's free. She's a little slut that lives to do whatever men want of 
her." Carl tapped Tina on the shoulder and prompted, "isn't that right, 
baby? Tell these guys what you'll do."

Half-embarrassingly and half-teasingly, Tina replied, "Anything. I'll 
suck, and I'll take a dick in my pussy or ass. Whatever you want."

"Jesus Christ," the first man spouted as he pulled his dick from his 
pants and stepped into the room. His cock was close to the same size of 
Carl's and he used it as a prod as he pushed it against Tina's bare 
belly. "I want it all, sweet thing. I want to put this in every hole 
you've got."

Carl edged past the man now wrapping his arms around Tina and spoke as 
he passed, "I'll just leave her to you guys. Do what you want, but 
don't hurt her. Slut, I'll be right up front, so if you need me, just 
yell." Carl made his way up the dim hall as the two men shut the door. 
He could hear them bumping against the thin walls of the booth as he 
exited the back room and made his way up front where the sex toys were 
on display.

It was a good half-hour before Carl headed to the booths in the back of 
the building. As soon as he opened the black-painted door, he heard 
several voices, some murmuring, others raucously exclaiming their 
delight at the orgy on display in the booth where he had left Tina. 
Carl had noticed there were few men in the front of the building, but 
had surmised that business at the popular adult club had slowed for the 
evening. Such was not the case, he observed, as he could see in the dim 
light a queue of men outside the open door of the booth. Even all of 
the other booths were now empty, the previous occupants more interested 
in observing the real thing in action than on a small video screen. 
Carl made his way past the line of men packing the too-narrow hallway, 
his large, intimidating size silencing any disgruntled individuals who 
might think he was bucking' the line. He looked in the booth and saw 
one man seated with Tina on his lap with her back to him while another 
man stood in front of her fucking her face while he held her head by 
the ears. The seated man was hunching his hips upward in frenzied 
thrusts and, from what Carl could discern, the man's cock was buried in 
Tina's cute little ass. 

Even as he watched, the man with his cock buried to the cock hairs 
obviously shot his load of creamy cum into Tina's mouth, accompanied 
with a litany of grunts and moans, interspersed with a string of 
cursing. As quickly as he withdrew his saliva-coated cock from her 
mouth and stepped out of the small booth, another man squeezed in the 
room. This one slid the other chair up to face the seated man fucking 
Tina's ass and, lifting her legs on top of his, moved forward and 
guided his stiff meat to her pussy, easily slipping his long dick into 
her well-lubricated orifice, then began rocking the chair he was half-
sitting in as he worked the full length in and out of the puckered 
lips. Seeing an opportunity to good to pass up and impatient for his 
turn, another man entered the room and turned Tina's head to face his 
crotch, unceremoniously slipping his cock into her mouth. With one hand 
wrapped in the hair on the back of Tina's head, he rocked on the balls 
of his feet as he used her mouth like a whore's pussy, jamming his 
swollen meat in and out with abandon, the head of his cock poking 
Tina's cheeks outward as he fucked forward into her abused mouth.

From his observations, Carl could see that Tina was going to be busy 
for quite awhile, and he counted eight more men waiting their turn at 
the luscious teenager. The sight made his own cock swell with passion, 
his nuts agonizingly tightening with the demand for release, and Carl 
had to mentally focus on controlling his heightened urge to cum, 
preferring to wait until Tina had serviced every man who wanted a turn 
with her. He turned around and went back up the hall, the scenes he had 
witnessed fighting in his mind with his efforts to control his own 
need. 

Carl returned to the front of the building, using the time to purchase 
a few toys and other accessories before leaving the building and 
placing his purchases in the trunk of his car. As he was preparing to 
re-enter the building, Carl noticed a small bar on the other side of 
the club with a flashing sign that broadcast the message that the bar 
had live, nude strippers. "What the hell," Carl thought, I might as 
well enjoy the sights while I wait." He made his way to the bar 
entrance, hearing the sounds of recorded strip music emanating from the 
bar before he swung open the door. Carl settled in a seat at a table 
facing the small stage and ordered a drink from the topless waitress 
who seemed to magically appear at his table before he had completely 
sat down. Carl spent the next hour at the bar, enjoying the gyrations 
of the assorted nude dancers, generously adorning each one with dollar 
bills stuffed in their garters for their efforts at male arousal.

When he had calculated that enough time had elapsed, Carl left the bar 
and returned to the club, immediately making his way to the back, 
wondering if Tina had finished with the all of the men or if he should 
return to the bar. He didn't see any men in the hallway but he did 
notice that the two chairs were now in the hall, haphazardly placed as 
though they had been tossed as he walked to where he had left the cock-
stuffed Tina, although he could detect the apparent sounds of sexual 
pleasure as he approached the open booth. When he looked in the booth, 
Tina was now on the floor on her back, her legs wrapped around the 
waist of a man as he worked his tool in her pussy while another man was 
straddling her chest with his cock in her mouth. Carl could make out 
the sounds of Tina's moans of delight mixed in with the grunts of the 
two men as they fed her their slickened pricks. 

Realizing that she was equally enjoying the animal coupling made Carl's 
cock rise again, the pleasure of knowing that the once-innocent girl 
had become a cock-loving slut exciting him even more than the 
voyeuristic view of her taking two cocks at once. He leaned against the 
wall opposite the booth and watched as the two men used the lovely 
girl's body, her small frame being see-sawed on the floor as her pussy 
was pummeled, the heels of her locked together feet pushing in on the 
man's back with each of his forward-plunging moves as though attempting 
to drive the man's cock further up her cum-coated cavity.

The man straddling Tina's chest shot his load in her mouth first, the 
voluminous cream overflowing out of her mouth and running down her 
chin. After letting the last spurt of cum erupt from his swollen cock, 
the man pulled it out of her mouth and wiped it on Tina's cheeks before 
rising and sticking the rapidly deflating dick back in his pants. As he 
zipped up his trousers, he saw Carl for the first time and grinned. 
"Guess you're next, man. You're in for a real treat. That young cunt 
can suck a cock better than any bitch."

Carl grinned back, knowingly, "Yeh, yeh. I know. She is good." He made 
no move to replace the man at Tina's mouth as he folded his arms over 
his chest and waited for the last man to lose his rocks in Tina's cum-
filled pussy. Carl didn't have to wait much longer as the man rose to 
his knees, holding Tina around her firm ass and made a final plunge 
deep inside her, his back stiffening as his head fell back, his mouth 
tightened in a grimace pain-like in appearance, a low gutteral growl 
emitting from his throat, and emptied his balls inside of the writhing 
beauty. Tina whined with dismay as the man attempted to disjoin their 
bodies, having to force Tina to unlock her heels before he could let 
his deflated cock slip out of her stretched cunt. The man hurriedly 
pulled up his pants, chagrined as he became aware that there was 
another man who had been watching his coupling with the apparent 
teenager. Without looking or speaking to Carl, the man hurriedly went 
up the hallway and exited the booth area.

"Hmm, must have been afraid he would be recognized," Carl spoke to no 
one as he stepped toward the booth opening and stood at Tina's feet, 
she still prone on her back, her knees pulled up and spread wide with 
her feet flat on the carpeted floor, a puddle of cum forming beneath 
her soaked pussy, dripping from her reddened labia and forming a tiny 
rivulet to join in the cum leaking from her widened asshole. Carl could 
see that Tina must have been fucked in the ass several times, the 
normally tan-colored opening now red and stretched so that a large 
dildo would fit easily.

As he looked at her thoroughly abused body, Tina lowered a hand to her 
crotch and began to rub her fingers over her pouting pussy lips, then 
began to rapidly massage her clit, the palm of her hand slapping 
against her shaved pubic mound noisily with her frantic efforts to 
bring herself to another climax. With her eyes dreamily closed, she 
murmured repeatedly, "More, more. Fuck me, someone. Please, please." 
She began to buck her hips upward as though searching for a cock to 
fill her unquenched need, her hand almost a flutter of movement as she 
worked on her clit, her other hand maliciously twisting her nipples and 
pinching her breasts. Carl watched in fascination, mindful that the 
climax-delirious girl was oblivious to his presence, his cock hardening 
painfully from the vision before him, the sweet innocence he had known 
completely discarded and replaced by nymphomaniac display. He saw Tina 
bring herself to several orgasms, her body tensing from her toes to her 
face, the tendons in her neck bulging out as her chest heaved in self-
satisfaction, her ass rising and falling, grinding the puddle of cum 
into the carpet beneath her. After at least ten minutes of Tina's self-
abuse, she finally collapsed, her legs dropping to the floor, splayed 
open, her feet in the hallway, one hand resting on her pussy as though 
to contain the sensations of her masturbation.

Carl gave her a couple of minutes before pulling a chair up to the open 
booth and sitting down to face the prone girl. He pulled his raging 
cock out of his pants and spread his legs before softly speaking. 
"Tina. Tina. Slut, I'm talking to you." Tina awoke from her dream-
state, raising her head to look at Carl as he continued, "You've been 
pretty busy, my little slut. Now, you can take care of me. You know 
what I like, slut, so get to it."

Tina quickly sat up and got on her knees between Carl's legs, smiling 
up at him with adoration on her face before lowering her head to his 
cock and lavishing it with loving attention, using her tongue with 
tickling, tantalizing stroking of his veined rod as she sucked his cock 
better than she ever had, innovating maneuvers with her mouth that Carl 
hadn't taught her, deep-throating his full eight inches without any 
difficulty, using her throat muscles to clench his cock as it entered 
her throat, milking it as she would bring her mouth up with just her 
lips and tongue resting on the swollen head. Her expertise at cock-
sucking coupled with Carl's pent-up, blue-balled condition was more 
than he could stand and in just two minutes or less, Carl's cum began 
to spurt forward, captured in Tina's throat as she felt the first drops 
of hot cum in her mouth and devoured the full length of his convulsing 
cock. Tina continued to milk the dick in her mouth long after Carl had 
shot his last wad of cum down her throat, sending waves of intense 
pain-pleasure coursing through his guts before he had to finally force 
her sucking mouth off of his cock.

"Mmm, baby, you're good. That was the best," Carl praised Tina as she 
sat back with her tight butt resting on her legs, a look of delight on 
her face at how she had pleased this man who had brought such pleasure 
to her life. She felt an overwhelming gratification for Carl and an 
overpowering need deep within her psyche demanding she do all within 
her power to please him. His words of praise were her only need at the 
present and it warmed her, flooding her mind with devotion and 
dedication to Carl's every need.

Carl instructed Tina to put her robe on and go to the ladies room to 
clean up. When she rejoined him, they left the club and Carl walked her 
to the neighboring bar/strip club. He wasn't concerned about anyone in 
the bar questioning Tina's age as the activities in the bar were 
breaking several city ordinances as it was and her youthful appearance 
would make her presence welcome. Carl found a table just inside the 
door and motioned for Tina to sit while he stepped to the bar and asked 
to speak with the manager of the club. The bartender disappeared 
through a door behind the long bar after giving Carl a long quizzical 
look. Carl stood with his back to the bar watching Tina, amused with 
her fascination with the dancers on the small, well-lit stage, her face 
revealing her amazement at the provocative, almost pornographic nature 
of the dancer's movements. As he watched, he could detect slight 
movements of Tina's body in rhythm with the strip music, her head 
bobbing in time with the loud drum beats.

Carl's amused study of his lovely disciple was interrupted by a gruff 
voice behind him. "Yah, what can I do for you, bub?"

Carl turned to face the speaker, a portly man in shirt sleeves, bald 
head glistening in the light, his teeth clamped around a half-smoked 
cigar. "Hmm, I was wondering if you ever used any amateur strippers." 
He motioned with his thumb pointing over his shoulder in Tina's 
direction as he spoke, studying the man's eyes for evidence either 
interest or rejection, perhaps suspicion.

The fat man leaned slightly to one side to peer past Carl at the pretty 
blonde girl seated alone, then pulled the cigar out of his mouth with 
fingers covered in gold rings.. "I dunno," he muttered. "I have an 
amateur night every Wednesday, but they don't get paid. Just give the 
winner twenty-five bucks, is all." He gave Carl a cagey look, then 
observed, "she looks a little young. You not a cop, are you?"

Carl laughed disarmingly, "Shit, no! Fact is, I figured I was going out 
on a limb to ask about it in the first place." He felt the man's hard 
stare, so he added, "I was just wanting to get my chick in the 
business, is all. I think she'd make a damn good stripper, among other 
things." Carl winked as he confided the hidden meaning in his words.

Fatso picked up a towel from behind the bar and absent-mindedly wiped 
invisible spots from the polished bar surface before he suggested, 
"Well, bring her around to my office and let me take a look at her in 
the light." He pointed to the end of the bar next to the stage, "You 
can come around the bar down there." He turned away from Carl and 
whispered something in the bartender's ear before disappearing through 
the open door behind the bar.

Carl returned to the table where Tina still sat engrossed in the 
performances on the stage and touched her on the shoulder. "Come with 
me, baby. We got some business to discuss." He waited for Tina to rise 
and then walked ahead of her to the end of the bar, threading his way 
between the scattered tables, aware of men's eyes staring past him at 
the pretty blonde teen following close behind him. He stepped through 
the narrow opening at the end of the bar and nodded at the bartender as 
he took Tina's hand and led her to the partly-closed door of the 
office. Carl pushed the door wide open as he ushered Tina ahead of him 
into a small room, cluttered with a desk and filing cabinets against 
one wall, boxes of various brands of beer and booze stacked against 
another wall, and a long, black vinyl couch occupying the remaining 
wall.

The heavy-set club owner sat behind the desk, tilted back in a squeaky 
chair, his hands clasped behind his head while he puffed on the smelly 
cigar, filling the small room with a bluish haze. "Shut the door, 
partner," he puffed, his eyes fastened on Tina, greedily appraising her 
from head to toe and then back down to her legs. He sat upright in the 
noisy chair as he commented to no one in particular, "nice legs. Very 
nice." Still staring at Tina's shapely legs, he asked, "so, you wanna 
be a stripper, girl?"

Tina was taken by surprise with the man's question, "Uh-uh, I-I don't 
know, sir. I've never thought about it."

It was the stranger's turn to be surprised as his eyes darted to Carl. 
"I thought you said she wanted to be a stripper."

Carl shook his head, "no-o, I said I wanted to get into the business. 
As far as what she wants, that doesn't matter. She'll do what I say."

"You her pimp or something, bub?" His question was insulting, but the 
grin on the fat face betrayed his humor.

Carl shot back, "Nah. But that's not such a bad idea." Carl's grin and 
comeback made the man behind the desk visibly relax, and he explained, 
"she's just my little slut, is all and I thought it might be 
interesting to have her do some stripping."

Fat man slapped his heavy hand on the cluttered desktop, "Haw, haw! 
That's the way I like it! You got the right idea there, bub. That's 
what whores oughta do." His eyes shifted back to Tina, satisfied with 
the answers he had received. "Well, what can she do? She looks mighty 
young. Not that it matters. That's a plus, really. The old farts that 
come in here enjoy looking at these firm young bodies. Just can't let 
the law know about one this young." He paused in his contemplations, 
"how old are you, girl?"

Tina defensively replied, "I'm almost eighteen, sir!" She appeared to 
pout at the insinuation that she was too young.

The man guffawed, "Haw, haw. Little bitch has some fire in her, I see." 
He waved at the haze with his cigar as though dismissing Tina's claim. 
"Like I said, little girl, that can be a plus. Don't be in too big a 
hurry to get old. Now, tell me what you can do. Can you dance?"

Tina nodded, "Yes, sir, I can dance. Not like those dancers out there, 
though."

The blubbery lips opened in a stained-tooth smile, "shit, girl, those 
dancers out there couldn't dance either when they first started. As 
long as you can move and not look dead, no one really gives a damn. All 
these guys want to see is some skin." He studied Tina's face for a 
minute before suggesting meaningfully, "speaking of which . . ."

Tina apparently didn't catch the man's hidden meaning, so Carl 
instructed her, "Take your robe off, baby. The man wants to see what 
you've got."

Without any hesitation, Tina undid the belt to her robe and let it 
slide off her shoulders and down her back to the floor. She stood there 
like a statue, unsure of what she should do, waiting for direction from 
either the stranger or Carl. It was a couple of minutes of breathless 
examination of Tina's youthful body before she received further 
directions as the man gestured with his gold-encrusted fingers moving 
in a circle and spoke, "turn around, girl. Slow."

Tina did as she was told, turning slowly on one graceful, arched foot, 
totally aware of the effect her body had on men, listening intently for 
the tell-tale sound of the man's heavy breathing in recognition of her 
beauty. Failing to receive any compliments immediately on her 
appearance, Tina arched her back slightly to emphasize her rounded ass 
cheeks and pert breasts. After she had made a complete 360 degree turn, 
she still hadn't heard the man express his opinion of her body, and it 
brought a pout to her heart-shaped lips as she didn't realize the man 
studying her had seen enough naked women to become somewhat sated. He 
appreciated a beautiful body, but was no longer as vocal about it as he 
had once been. Instead of a direct compliment, the man spoke to Carl, 
"I like the shaved pussy effect. Nice. That'll drive some men crazy.. 
Her tits are a little small, though, but they're shaped nice. Those 
nipples stick out like light bulbs. Ha, ha."

His comments on Tina's breasts made her self-consciously cover them 
with one forearm as she stared at the floor. She heard the chair squeak 
as the man got up from behind the desk and came around to stand in 
front of her. He pulled her arm away from her breasts as he soothed 
Tina's damaged pride. "Don't cover them up, girly. They're beauties. 
And they won't sag, either." He reached to one nipple and rolled it 
between a thumb and forefinger before he advised Tina, "You know 
there's more to stripping here than just dancing, don't you?"

Tina looked up at him puzzled, the question unspoken in her eyes. 
Seeing her innocent look, the man explained, "What I'm saying, little 
girl, is you'll have to give some men a little special attention. Maybe 
give them some of that cute ass." He reached behind Tina and 
affectionately patted her firm buttocks. "What about it? Can you do 
that too? Any problem with that, girlie?"

Tina looked askance at Carl, uncertain if she should take the 
initiative at this point, her former will no longer her own. Carl spoke 
for her, "No problem, there. Is there, baby?"

Tina obediently shook her head as the man stepped back from her and 
settled his heavy body on the vinyl sofa, his legs spread suggestively, 
"show me, girl. I gotta know what you'll do." His meaning was now clear 
and Tina seductively stepped between the man's legs and then dropped to 
her knees, her hands resting on his legs as the man unzipped his pants 
and pulled out a greasy-looking cock, black curly hair surrounding the 
base. Without any preamble, Tina lightly kissed the soft, velvety head 
before enveloping the flaccid cock with her mouth. Carl could tell that 
Tina was putting forth her best effort from her movements and the 
sucking-in of her cheeks, and in less than a minute it was evident that 
her efforts were paying off as the man sunk further into the sofa 
cushions and spread his legs wider, his cock becoming stiff and thick 
as his bald head fell back against the sofa, his eyes closed in 
ecstasy, his bulbous lips fluttering with his breathing. Tina was 
exceptionally good. In less than five minutes, she had the man grunting 
as his cum spurted in her mouth and, when he had given her the last of 
his creamy load, she dutifully sat about cleaning his dick of all 
traces while it grew soft in her mouth.

"Whew! Goddamn, you're good, girl! You give head like that all the time 
and we'll both get rich." The thoroughly satisfied bar owner raised his 
hips slightly off the couch as he zipped up his pants and then 
announced, "You've got a job, little lady, if you want it." Remembering 
Carl's earlier pronouncement, he corrected himself, "That is, if your 
ol' man wants you to have it." He looked expectantly at Carl, hope 
revealed in his expression.

"Sure," Carl gladly accepted the proposition. "What's the split?"

Fatso shrugged, "I'll give her twenty-five for every dance and I'll go 
as high as fifty-fifty on the split for any guy she does." When Carl 
didn't voice approval immediately, the bar owner added, "hell, that'll 
mean at least a hundred a night for dancing and up to fifty for each 
sucker. Depends on what all she does for the guy. And she keeps the 
tips. As pretty and young as she is, she'll make double all that in 
tips."

Carl pretended to be studying the offer before nodding and sticking out 
his hand to seal the deal. He didn't need the money, that was for 
certain, but the idea of using Tina to make a little extra cash didn't 
hurt. The man shook his hand and finally introduced himself, "I'm Gus. 
I didn't get your name."

Carl gave the new business partner a phony name, "Jerry. Just call me 
JB."

Gus nodded his head on his fat neck in the direction of Tina. "And 
what's our girl's name? We gotta come up with a stage name for her, 
too."

Carl nonchalantly replied, "Her name is slut' and that's what she 
answers to." He looked at Tina and prompted her, "Isn't that right, 
slut?" Tina smiled her reply and nodded.

"Well, we can't use that for a stage name," Gus snickered. "Don't mind 
calling her that in private, though." He thought a minute and then 
snapped his thick fingers, "I got it! You been calling her baby'. Let's 
use that for her stage name. That's it! We'll call her Baby Girl'!" Gus 
rubbed his hands in satisfaction at his idea. "That really fits. Just 
look at her . . . she looks like an innocent baby girl. Her mouth sure 
isn't innocent, though," he guffawed.

Carl agreed with the choice of a stage name and then asked, "When can 
she start, Gus?"

"Hell, why don't we let her do the next set? She won't even have to put 
on any costume or anything. Just take that robe off nice and slow, give 
em little peeks before losing it completely." Gus' show-business 
personality came to the surface as he laid out how Tina could start her 
stripping career. He spoke directly to Tina, "now, you'll have to 
stretch it out as much as you can, little lady, seeing as how you only 
have one thing to take off. And once you take it off, you can stretch 
the set out some by bending over and giving those horny ol' bastards a 
peek between your legs. Things like that."

Tina listened intently as Gus explained what she was to do, nodding her 
understanding of his directions. When he had finished, she asked, "uh, 
is there a place where I can fix my hair and maybe some makeup?"

"Yeh, I'll take you to the girl's dressing room. It ain't much, but you 
can fix yourself up there, though you don't look like you need any 
fixin'." Gus grinned, "but I think you'd better put your robe back on. 
Don't want to give them bastards out there a free show."

Tina picked up her robe from the floor and slipped it on, then 
embarrassingly confided to the burly man, "I-I don't have a hair brush 
or any makeup."

Gus shook his head, "I didn't think you had a place to put anything in 
that robe, cutie pie. But maybe one of the girls will let you use 
their's. Come with me." As an afterthought, Gus turned to Carl and 
suggested, "you might want to wait at one of the tables. The girls 
don't mind showing their asses to men on the stage, but they're kinda 
funny letting a man see them in the dressing room." Not waiting for a 
reply from Carl, Gus opened the door and ushered Tina ahead of him, 
then waited for Carl to pass through the opening. Carl followed the two 
out from behind the bar, but turned towards the tables as Gus led Tina 
to a door to the side of the stage.

Carl found a vacant table and sat down facing the stage, then ordered a 
drink. In about fifteen minutes, Gus stepped up on the stage with a 
portable microphone and, after huffing noisily into it a couple of 
times, announced, "Fellas, the Dancing Dolls club is proud to announce 
a real treat for all it's patrons. Straight from a farm in Iowa comes 
Baby Girl in her very first appearance. So you guys give her a big 
hand." He signaled with his free hand and loud bump and grind music 
blasted from the speakers on both sides of the stage as he turned 
towards the door by the stage and shouted into the mike, "here she is. 
Bab-b-by Girrrrl."

The fifteen to twenty men sitting at the bar and tables clapped loudly, 
some beating their hands on their tables or whistling shrilly, as Tina 
appeared in the doorway and strode onto the stage somewhat awkwardly. 
Carl was impressed with the change in her appearance. Her hair had been 
curled slightly in cascading ringlets, reminding Carl of old movies of 
Shirley Temple, and she now had a light pink lipstick on her full lips 
with a faint hint of red high on her smooth cheeks. Carl noticed that 
she must have been loaned a pair of white open-toed, high-heeled shoes 
that looked much like bedroom slippers, complete with a puff of white 
fake fur on the straps. The extra long heels had the effect of 
accentuating Tina's calf muscles as well as making her pert butt more 
pronounced. Tina began to get the rhythm of the music, moving her body 
sensuously, her feet smoothly guiding across the polished wood dance 
floor, her hands raised to her hair, fingers stroking the ringlet of 
curls.

When Tina got close to the edge of the stage, one observant man seated 
at the very edge, his eyes at the level of Tina's knees, exclaimed, 
"hey, she ain't got no panties on!" His revelation brought hoots and 
yells of joy from many in the audience, their raucous attention making 
Tina grin with delight as she began to imitate the moves of the other 
dancers she had watched, completely immersing herself into her 
performance, teasingly parting the top of her robe to reveal the hollow 
between her breasts, turning and wiggling her ass to the accompaniment 
of more whistles and good-natured shouting. The reaction from the 
audience served to encourage Tina even further and she began flashing 
more of her delicious body as she dance-stepped from one end of the 
stage to the other. She continued her teasing display for at least ten 
minutes before some in the audience began to shout for her to take 
everything off and a few even threw wadded up dollar bills up on the 
stage. Carl had to admit that the girl who was so innocent when he 
first met her had truly found her calling. She was good and took to the 
task like a cat to milk. Hearing the calls for her to show more, she 
demurely turned with her back to the audience and let the robe slip 
enticingly from her shoulders, stopping the fall briefly at her waist 
before letting it drop to the floor at her feet. 

She knew instinctively what to do as she stood there for a minute with 
her legs slightly spread before turning around very slowly, cupping her 
tiny breasts in her hands in a fake show of modesty and then suddenly 
flinging her arms above her head, making her cute mounds of flesh 
jiggle, the light twinkling off the gold hoops in each nipple. The full 
frontal view of her young body drove the crowd wild, many showing their 
approval by raining the stage with bills of different denominations. 
Tina gave them even more to applaud as she teasingly bent over at the 
waist with her back to the men and retrieved each bill, wadding them in 
her tiny hands. There were so many bills on the floor that it took her 
several minutes to get them all and quickly run off the stage. 

As quickly as she had disappeared, many of the men started yelling 
"Encore, encore", stomping their feet or beating their fists on the 
tables. Tina briefly obliged their clamor and stepped back on the 
stage, parading back and forth in her naked glory, the smile on her 
face showing her delight at the response she was receiving. From that 
point on, Tina was hooked. She loved performing and she loved the 
attention and it took prompting from Gus for her to finally leave the 
stage. Gus was grinning like a Cheshire cat as he observed the reaction 
from the men, and he was making future plans for the new find that had 
dropped in his lap before she had even disappeared again behind the 
dressing room door.

Even as the door closed behind Tina, two men approached Gus and had a 
whispered conversation with him before indiscreetly slipping several 
bills into his outstretched paw. Carl saw Gus lead the men behind the 
bar to the office door and then head for the dressing room. In a couple 
of minutes he returned with Tina behind him and led her to the office 
also, talking animatedly to her as he let her slip by him and closed 
the door. Carl watched as Gus waddled over to him, his huge smile 
making it difficult for him to keep the ever-present cigar in his 
mouth.

Without asking permission to sit, Gus dropped his heavy frame into a 
chair facing Carl and boomed, "Partner, we got us a winner in that 
little gal. Just had two guys give me $250 for a little ride with her. 
And did you see how the crowd went for her? Man, I tell you, we got us 
a gold mine." As he rejoiced, Gus pulled some bills out of his pocket 
and counted out $150 before handing it across the table to Carl. "Not 
bad for a few minutes work, huh?"

Carl had to agree, "Yeh, not bad at all. And all I've done is sit here 
and enjoy my drink."

Their conversation was interrupted as a man approached the table and 
leaned over to whisper in Gus' ear. Carl heard a couple of words spoken 
above a whisper and could make out the man's request as Gus held out 
his hand and the man put several twenty-dollar bills in his pudgy palm. 
Gus conspiratorially informed the customer, "Go sit at the bar. Harry 
will let you know when you can go in."

When the man was out of earshot, Gus cackled in his gruff voice, 
"another easy hundred. Shit, that girl's going to make us rich." He 
counted out fifty dollars and slid the bills across the table to Carl.

"You have any other girls that go in the back, Gus?" Carl was betting 
that the man's greed made his answer before Gus even replied.

"Yah, a couple. Most of them that come through here won't. You'd be 
surprised at how many of these bitches are married and will dance naked 
but won't give up that ass.." Gus waved his cigar smoke from in front 
of his eyes and asked, "You interested in one?"

Carl laughed, "Naw, not tonight, anyway. I was just curious."

Gus stood and offered, "Wal, any time you want one, just let me know. 
Tit for tat, buddy."

Carl watched as the fat man made his way in the direction of the bar, 
seeing him make a detour as three men in marine uniforms called him to 
their table. Gus sat down with the three men and Carl could see him nod 
his head a couple of times before accepting some money from each, say 
some more and then head to the bar. It was then that the two men that 
Carl had seen enter the office earlier reappeared looking quite happy 
and obviously in a very good mood as they talked and joked their way 
back to their table. The bartender spoke to the man who had come to 
Carl's table to speak to Gus and the man eagerly slipped from his bar 
stool and headed around the bar. Gus said something to the bartender 
and jerked his thumb in the direction of the marines before he turned 
and headed back to Carl's table. He plopped down again, the walk 
seemingly exhausting his corpulent body. "Your gal has three more 
wanting some of her ass."

"Yeh, I saw you with those marines over there," Carl advised.

"I usually don't like dealing with service men, but they looked okay," 
Gus volunteered. "Only they didn't have enough money between them to 
get all they wanted, so I took what they had." He laughed, "hell, I 
probably got the rest of their money in the register.. Anyway, one said 
he wanted a blow job and the other two wanted some pussy. I'd normally 
get two-fifty from them for that, but they only had two. So here's 
your's." Gus dropped two fifty dollar bills on the table as he did some 
mental calculations. "Let's see, that's about three-hundred we've both 
made already and we don't close for another two hours. Hee, hee. I love 
it."

That's the way it continued for the next two hours except for the brief 
time when Gus had Tina do another performance to liven up the crowd and 
hopefully garner more business for the back room. Carl counted fourteen 
men who had gone through the office door. Not a bad night's business at 
all, he thought. And he had made an easy six-hundred dollars, too. When 
Gus had locked up and Tina finally appeared, Carl could see that she 
was really worn out. It was rather comical the way she walked across 
the deserted room to his table, looking like she had a corn cob up her 
ass, almost crab-walking. "Not surprising," Carl thought, "seeing as 
how she had been screwed by at least three dozen men in one night." He 
learned on the long drive back to the cabin that several of the men 
that had been with her in the back room had fucked her in each hole 
before dropping their load. Tina recounted her experiences to Carl at 
his prompting, even relating to him the times when there was more than 
one man fucking her at the same time, like when the three young marines 
had come into the office. She admitted that she had to take care of all 
of them at the same time and that they had played a game with her, 
switching around so that each of them enjoyed a different cavity.

It amused Carl when Tina became animated about the amount of money she 
had earned when she danced. She couldn't believe the amount she had 
received in tips thrown on the stage. "Over fifty dollars!" she 
exclaimed. "I had to work a full Saturday to make that much at the 
store." She didn't even ask about the money Gus had given Carl for the 
men she had taken care of, assuming it wasn't her business, content to 
be doing something that evidently pleased him.

Carl had agreed with Gus to bring Tina every Friday and Saturday, 
explaining to him that the distance was too great to make it more 
often. Each successive weekend the crowd increased at Gus' place, word-
of-mouth advertising rapidly spreading the word about the young beauty 
appearing there, and, consequently, Tina ended up spending most of her 
time in Gus' office taking care of every man who wanted to plunk down 
the money for her. Needless to say, she became very popular over the 
next few weeks, ultimately resulting in a line of men waiting for 
available seats in the now-crowded bar. Gus even had to hire a doorman 
and bouncer to control the influx of eager customers. It got to the 
point where the fat man couldn't even use his office due to the steady 
stream of men in and out the well-used door, so Gus purchased a small 
motor home and parked it behind the building. 

Carl used some of the large sum of money Tina had earned to take her 
shopping and buy several baby girl outfits. Tina was delighted with the 
outfits and rapidly became quite adroit at her strip routine, easily 
picking up pointers from the other dancers and innovating a few new 
techniques to further excite the packed bar. It was also at her 
suggestion that Carl bought several gross of condoms after one other 
girl at the bar came down with the clap. From that point on, Tina was 
exceptionally careful about disease and cleanliness, even taking the 
extra step of carefully washing and examining each customer's cock 
before letting them touch her. The customers didn't seem to mind the 
precautions, however, as they still flocked to the club for a chance to 
get some of the teen pussy.

Everything went smooth for about three months until one night Gus 
waddled up to Carl's table in a huff. "We got a problem, partner." He 
sat down as he chomped on his cigar in anger. "Our girl is refusing to 
take care of one of my best customers. He's a buddy I haven't seen in 
months and he wanted some of her, but she won't do it."

Carl raised an eyebrow in puzzlement, surprised at Tina's refusal. She 
had shown no sign of rebellion in the months since he had broken her 
will and it was hard for Carl to fathom what the problem could be. "Did 
she say why, Gus?"

Gus spat, "She says she won't do anything with a nigger. Hell, his 
money is as good as anyone's, and he is a friend of mine. I've never 
been so insulted when she said no right in front of my buddy. Damn 
little bitch! If she was my bitch, I'd teach her a lesson she wouldn't 
forget!"

Carl understood immediately the problem. Tina had often commented on 
how a friend of her's had been raped by a black man and that she 
personally would never have anything to do with one. Several had been 
to the club but, perhaps because of the southern sentiment, they had 
never attempted to pay for some time with the white girl. Still, 
regardless of Tina's feelings, he knew he couldn't let her get away 
with any rebellion. He thought he had impressed upon her that she only 
did what she was told, not what she did or didn't want. "Well, what do 
you propose, Gus? What would you do if she was your's?"

Gus growled, "I'd beat her damn ass with a coat hanger for starters! 
Leave question marks all over her white ass."

"A coat hanger? I never thought of that. Bet that would hurt alright." 
Carl gave it some thought, then rejected the punishment, "but we don't 
want to mark her up, Gus. That ass is worth too much to ruin it, even 
for a few days."

"Yah, yah, but we gotta do something," Gus persisted. "Can't let the 
bitch get away with that shit."

Carl agreed, "You're right, of course. Guess it's time to give her a 
refresher course in manners. Where is she?"

Gus pointed his head in the direction of the office, "She's alone in 
the office. I told her to wait there for me."

Carl arose from his seat and headed towards the office, the fat Gus 
hurrying behind, his short strides no match for Carl's. As soon as they 
entered the office, Tina knew she was in trouble. The look on Carl's 
face was all she needed to ascertain that Gus had explained everything 
to him and Carl was angry with her. Immediately, Tina blurted, "I'm 
sorry, sir, I'm sorry." She backed into a corner next to some liquor 
boxes, her hands held protectively in front of her body.

Carl spoke calmly, "You know better than refuse, slut. Don't you?"

Tina nodded, but hastily justified her recalcitrance, "But, but he's . 
. .. black. I've told you about my friend." Her voice trailed off as 
she could see her explanation was not accepted.

Gus bitterly spat, "So what, bitch? That has nothing to do with you. 
Andy is good people and I'd trust him with anything. You know how I 
felt when you embarrassed me like you did?"

Tina bit her lower lip, "But I can't. I can't do that with a-a bl-
black. I just can't."

His voice hardening, Carl admonished her, "You can, slut, and you will. 
And you know you have some punishment coming, don't you?"

Her nod indicated what she knew was incontrovertible. She would have to 
be punished. It was her fortune, her duty to her man, her master. Carl 
pointed at the couch, "Take your robe off and lay down on your 
stomach." He began to slide the belt out of his trouser loops as Tina 
shakingly made her way to the couch and did just as Carl had ordered, 
fearfully lying on her stomach, her smooth and white buttocks waiting 
for what she knew she deserved. Carl didn't waste any time, bringing 
the folded belt around in a high arc to smash against her tender ass 
for the first time in several months. He aimed the belt carefully as he 
brought the belt to her flesh several times, first on one cheek and 
then another as Tina gripped the arm of the couch with whitened-
knuckles, her robe between clenched teeth, her eyes fruitlessly 
fighting back tears of pain.

After giving her butt six resounding slaps with the belt, Carl handed 
the belt to Gus, explaining to him and Tina, "Your turn, Gus. She 
insulted you, so give her whatever punishment you think she deserves." 
Gus happily took the belt from Carl's hand and with gusto proceeded to 
swing the belt at Tina's reddening ass, the strength of his blows even 
surprising Carl. Gus savagely beat Tina's ass for another twenty 
strokes before he finally quit because of his own exhaustion and not 
from the crying of the naked girl on the couch. The man's brutality and 
zeal for inflicting punishment on someone so helpless and obedient gave 
Carl a lot of insight into the man's psyche, and Carl realized that Gus 
could be a dangerous foe if he was ever wronged.

Relieved that her punishment was over, Tina tearfully eased herself up, 
resting on one hip as she rolled over to get up. Her ass was now a 
bright red and puffy from the repeated blows of the heavy leather belt 
and Carl could see it even hurt for her to make just a step. She stood 
in front of him and began to cry uncontrollably as she apologized for 
her behavior over and over. "I'm sorry, sir. I'm so sorry I was bad. 
Please forgive me." She leaned forward and rested against Carl's chest, 
her tears soaking his shirt, her words almost unintelligible as she 
vowed, "I won't disobey again, sir. I promise I won't. Please forgive 
me."

Carl put his arms around Tina, comforting her, as he lifted her head 
with a hand under the chin to look up at him. "I believe you, baby, and 
I forgive you. Just do as you're told from now on, no matter who tells 
you and I'll never have to punish you again. I really hate to punish my 
baby."

Tina buried her face in Carl's chest again as she promised, "I will. 
I'll do as I'm told from now on. Promise."

Carl grasped her upper arms in his hands and held her away from him as 
he commanded, "fine, then. Go clean yourself up and go wait in the 
motor home for Gus' friend. And you take good care of him. You hear? 
You do anything he tells you, too."

Tina nodded her acquiescence as she slipped her robe on and left the 
office, her steps revealing the pain she was feeling from her beating. 
Gus looked at Carl and grunted around his cigar, "that's more like it. 
Though I gotta say, I sure enjoyed beating that ass.." He stepped 
through the doorway and added over his shoulder, "now I have to go find 
Andy and make this up to him. I've got another surprise for our little 
whore, too. Andy has a couple friends here with him and I'm going to 
tell that all three of them can have her, free of charge. Maybe that 
will make him forget her rudeness." He turned in the doorway, and 
asked, "Any problem with that, JB?"

Carl shrugged, "Fine with me. I don't need the money, anyway. Be 
interesting to see how she reacts when three blacks walk in on her, 
too. I'd like to see her when she sees them."

Gus stepped back into the office, "Well, hell, that's an idea. Let's 
fire up the video monitor I put in the motor home and watch a 4X 
video." Gus laughed at the idea as he went behind his desk and turned 
on the monitor. The black and white image showed Tina sitting on the 
small sofa bed in her robe drinking a soda as she waited for her 
visitor. Gus got a blank VCR tape out of a desk drawer and slipped it 
into the vcr on the shelf behind the desk, rubbing his hands together 
with anticipation. "I had this put in so we could keep an eye on things 
in case someone got out of hand, but I never thought about using it for 
a little voyeur pleasure. This oughta be hot to watch."

Carl rested one hip on the corner of the desk as he silently watched 
the unsuspecting Tina sitting there sipping on her coke, one leg 
crossed over the other, swinging it absent-mindedly. The video quality 
wasn't all that good, but the camera did capture the entire insides of 
the small motor home, even the doorway was visible on the monitor. 
"Hmm, that's great, Gus. I didn't even know you had put one of these in 
there. Man, we'll be able to see her reaction as soon as they walk in."

Gus' enthusiasm was hardly contained as he announced, "Well, I better 
hurry and let Andy and his friends know what they're getting. I'll be 
right back."

Gus was back in just five minutes or so and hurriedly settled into his 
squeaky chair behind the desk, a cigar in one hand and a bourbon in the 
other, excitingly awaiting for the show to begin. The two of them 
waited, their eyes glued on the small screen for another five minutes 
before they saw the door of the motor home swing outward and a large 
black man enter, his body filling the small door opening. As he stepped 
further into the small room with his back to the camera, two more black 
men stepped in behind him. Carl didn't pay much attention to them, his 
eyes focused on Tina's face, curious as to what her reaction would be. 
He had assumed correctly as he saw her eyes widen and the soda slip 
from her hands as the other two black men entered. The can of cola hit 
the carpeted floor with a thud, the sound easily picked up by the 
microphone secreted with the camera. Tina apparently wasn't even aware 
that she had dropped the can as the contents spilled out on the carpet 
and she voiced her surprise at seeing three men when she had expected 
just one. "Wh-what are they doing here? Gus said it was just one." Her 
voice came over the speaker in the office like a whining child and both 
Gus and Carl had to laugh at her apparent surprise and dismay.

The man who must have been Andy replied cheerfully, "Gus said we could 
all have some fun, so here we are." Without further explanation, Andy 
began kicked off his shoes and began to undo his pants, his friends 
hurriedly following suit. Andy stepped in front of the sofa bed and the 
two watching the monitor were both shocked by the profile he presented 
to the camera. His cock must have been a good twelve inches even in 
it's half-relaxed state as he gripped the base in one large hand and 
appeared to wave it at Tina. Andy stepped forward and stood between 
Tina's uncrossed legs, then spoke in a deep bass voice, "Gus said you 
were sorry you were rude to me earlier and that you'd make up for it. 
That's what I want, little snow bunny. C'mon, suck my cock, bitch." He 
placed the bulbous head on Tina's lips and rested one massive hand 
behind her head as he pushed his cock into her mouth, stretching her 
lips grotesquely as he forced himself inside her warm suck-cavity. In 
that position, and mindful of what Carl had told her, Tina had no 
choice but to oblige the large black man and dutifully began to suck on 
his huge cock, her cheeks bulging with it's fullness as the man forced 
it further into her mouth. He let her suck on his stiffening rod for a 
few minutes before inviting another one of the men to try the white 
girl's mouth. "Hey, Lucius, you gotta try this bitch's mouth. She's 
hot."

The one Andy had spoken to avidly took Andy's place in front of Tina 
and slipped his long, but skinny, cock in her mouth, his eyes rolling 
with pleasure at the sensations the white girl's mouth was imparting to 
his nerve-filled prick. He only received a few minutes of Tina's expert 
sucking before the third man, somewhat larger, pushed him aside and 
inserted his cock in her mouth while Andy stood aside and stroked his 
fully erect black meat. He gave the third man a few minutes to 
experience Tina's hot mouth before announcing, "To hell with this shit. 
I'm ready for some serious fucking. She's got three holes, so let's 
fill em. Who wants on the bottom?"

Lucius quickly demanded, "I get the bottom first. I want some of that 
white pussy." He pulled Tina to her feet and got on his back on the 
sofa bed, then gestured for her to get on top of him. To her credit, 
Tina did as she was instructed, getting on the bed and swinging one leg 
over the man's hips, her pussy directly over the engorged black cock. 
Lucius held his cock and rubbed it up and down Tina's shaved lips until 
he felt her awaiting opening, then pushed her down on it in one swift 
move with his hands on her hips. The third man got on the bed behind 
Tina and pushed her forward so that her body was spread out on Lucius', 
then spit in his hand and rubbed the saliva on the head of his skinny 
cock and placed it at Tina's rear entrance, moving his hips in short, 
back and forth movements, his cock finally pushed past her sphincter 
and gradually disappeared inside Tina's ass. Lucius had already begun 
rocking his hips, sliding his hard meat in and out of Tina's moistening 
cunt and shortly the third man had picked up his rhythm, his cock 
sliding up Tina's asshole while Lucius' fat cock was sliding up her 
vaginal passage. As soon as he saw his two friends were situated, Andy 
stepped next to Tina's head and pulled it to the side, then slipped his 
thick cock in her mouth. He held her head by the ears and commenced to 
face fuck her, his long cock penetrating further with each hunch 
forward, finally managing to slide the entire length down her throat 
and Tina's throat seemed to bulge with the intrusion. The three men 
abused every orifice of the white girl for several minutes, with Andy 
having to back out of her throat repeatedly to keep from choking her to 
death, before he ordered, "Now, I want some of that ass. You got her 
ready for me, Bert?"

Bert muttered, "Shit, just as it was getting good, Andy." Despite his 
grumbling, Bert withdrew his slime-covered cock from Tina's asshole and 
got off the bed, moving to Andy's vacated spot at the girl's mouth, 
grinning as she shivered from the stench when he shoved his shit-coated 
cock in her mouth. Tina didn't have time to think of the grossness of 
the cock in her mouth as she felt a sudden pain in her bowels as Andy 
sunk his cock to his balls in her. She was pinned in position and 
couldn't escape the tearing pain she felt inside her abdomen, certain 
that the man's cock had torn her open and threatened to puncture 
through to her stomach. Tina could only moan around the smelly cock in 
her mouth, her moans of pain mistaken for those of pleasure, only 
increasing the excitement of the three men using her body as their 
cocks pummeled each cavity. The torture she was receiving seemed to 
continue for hours as each man fought to control the urge to shoot 
their cum in her. In actuality, it only lasted fifteen to twenty 
minutes before Andy suggested they switch again. He got under Tina and 
Lucius switched his cock to her asshole, now stretched to the point 
where her pinching muscle offered little satisfaction. That only made 
Lucius fuck her ass even harder as he strove to experience the 
sensations her pussy had provided. It helped that Andy's cock was so 
large and filled the little girl's pussy so completely, pushing against 
the thin wall separating the cock in her ass from the one in her pussy.

Bert was the first one to lose his load of hot cum in Tina's mouth, 
what she couldn't swallow spilling out to run down her chin. Lucius 
finished his packing of Tina's ass next, shooting his load deep within 
her bowels. After Lucius had rose from the bed, Andy lifted Tina up to 
a sitting position and, his hands grasping her legs behind the knee 
caps, he pushed her legs against her chest and then proceeded to lift 
her until his cock came almost free of her clenching lips and then 
shoved her back down brutally, his long tool punching against the walls 
of her womb painfully. Andy repeated the move over and over, using Tina 
like free weights as he gritted his teeth together tightly and grunted 
with each thrust deep inside the girl. The sound of Tina's red ass 
slapping against Andy's belly with each drop of her body resounded in 
the small motor home as the two men in the office watched in 
fascination at the treatment Tina was receiving. It was such an erotic 
scene, unlike any that had ever been put on film, the very pornographic 
nature causing Carl and Gus to rub their hard cocks through their pants 
as they watched transfixed.

The three black men stayed in the motor home with Tina for an hour and 
a half, all of them getting their nuts off a second time as they made 
the poor girl suck their cocks again and again, ending with each of 
them giving her face and body a cum bath. When they tired of fucking 
her, Andy had one last suggestion, his payback for her earlier 
behavior. "Hey, guys, lets give the bitch a shower. I gotta piss 
anyway." Without waiting for agreement, Andy pulled Tina up from the 
sofa and led her to the back of the motor home to the small shower. The 
camera couldn't see into the small room at the other end of the 
vehicle, but Gus and Carl could hear the men's laughter and Tina's 
squealing as the three committed their last humiliation of the white 
slut. In a couple of minutes the three reappeared and got dressed, then 
exited the RV, Lucius shouting his appreciation to Tina for a good time 
as he disappeared from sight.

Gus pushed the button to stop the VCR and spun in his chair to look at 
Carl. "Whew! That was something, wasn't it? Bet that tape would make a 
million bucks. Man, they sure put our little bitch through some shit." 
The memory made Gus chuckle with pleasure. "Teach the whore a lesson 
she won't soon forget."

The experience evidently did teach Tina a lesson, for she never refused 
to do as she was told again, taking on all comers, regardless of race 
or age. The three black friends of Gus' must have spread the word about 
the pretty beach bunny', as the club began to attract several black men 
on the nights they knew Tina would be there. Gus and Carl often rented 
her out for private parties and she became a real hit on the convention 
circuit in that area.

Their good fortune couldn't last forever, though, and after about six 
months business began to return to normal at the club, with just the 
occasional john interested in being entertained by the blonde teen in 
the motor home. One Saturday night Gus sat down at Carl's usual table 
and with a regretful look on his face, explained, "I gotta get some 
fresh meat in here, JB. Your little gal just isn't bringing them in any 
more. Guess just about every Tom, Dick and Harry in this state has 
fucked her and now they're wanting something new."

Carl nodded his understanding, "Yeh, I've noticed she isn't getting 
that many customers any more. I'm kinda getting tired of her myself. 
She's good, and pretty, but it's like eating steak every night. I'd 
like to have some fresh meat, myself." Carl toyed with his drink a 
couple of minutes before thinking out loud, "problem is, what do we, I, 
do with her? She can't return home and I don't want to keep her around 
forever."

Gus pursed his lips in thought before suggesting, "well, you could send 
her out on the circuit. Lots of gals go from club to club."

With a shake of his head, Carl rejected that idea. "Nah, I'd have to 
travel with her or some asshole would end up with all the money she 
made or put her to work on the streets. I still have a soft spot for 
her, so I can't let that happen."

Gus chuckled, "You don't want her and don't want anyone else to have 
her, huh?" He guffawed louder, amused by his dig at Carl.

Carl had to smile at the fat man's ribbing, realizing there was a lot 
of truth in his words. "Ah, come on, Gus, you gotta have some idea of 
what I can do with her."

Gus rubbed his palm over his chin for a moment, then snapped his 
fingers, a greedy glint appearing in his eyes. "Tell you what, partner, 
I just might have a solution. But I've got to do some checking first. I 
know a couple of guys that might be able to arrange something. Just sit 
tight and I'll go make some phone calls."

It was a good hour before Gus returned to Carl's table, his good news 
broadcast on his chubby cheeks. He grunted as he sat down and 
immediately asked, "You got anything against her leaving the country?"

Puzzled, Carl quizzed, "what do you mean, Gus? She can't leave the 
country. She doesn't have a passport. Hell, she doesn't even have a 
birth certificate."

Gus waved Carl's concerns aside with a brush of his hand. "No problem. 
That can be taken care of. The point is, do you care if she leaves the 
country? Say, if it put fifty thousand in your pocket?"

Carl's eyes widened, "Fifty thousand! You're putting me on! Anyway, if 
she can get out of the country, that would be perfect."

"I was hoping you'd say that," Gus grinned. "And I'm not kidding about 
the fifty. Dead serious. Believe me, that young cunt is worth it. Shit, 
she made the club that much since you brought her here."

Carl leaned over the table conspiratorially, "Well, what's the deal, 
then? Where you talking about? Mexico? And what would be done with 
her?"

"Whoa, JB! Cool it for a minute and I'll lay out the deal for you. 
First of all, it's not Mexico," Gus began. "A helluva lot further than 
that. It's in the middle east, some Arab country, is all I know right 
now. There's some oil rich guy over there who has put out the word 
he'll pay big money for a young American girl. And that's the beauty of 
the whole deal. If he likes what he sees, she'll be taken out of the 
country on a plane with diplomatic immunity. No passport, no nothing 
required. She won't even be seen boarding the plane."

Carl whistled softly, "I'll be damned! Never thought of that. I've 
heard about rich sheiks over there that have harems, but never believed 
it. Man, that would be perfect! So, what do we do next, Gus? How do we 
get hold of this guy?"

"I figured you'd like the deal, so I've already put it in motion," Gus 
answered. "My man is contacting his man even as we talk and he said I 
should know something by tomorrow night. My guess is the guy will 
either want to see some photos or maybe even come here in person to 
check her out. I'll let you know as soon as I hear something."

True to his word, Gus called Carl at home the next night and advised 
him that he had faxed a couple of photos of Tina overseas and was told 
that a representative of the interested party would be there the 
following week to inspect the goods'. Carl had Tina dress modestly and 
only told her that they were going to meet someone. He didn't have the 
heart to tell her that he was actually going to sell her to some 
stranger. Tina met the approval of the representative at first sight, 
which didn't surprise Carl. In a matter of minutes, the deal was 
completed without Tina's knowledge of the transaction. Carl explained 
to her that she was going to be flown to meet a customer, a very 
wealthy customer, and Tina was excited over the prospects of flying, 
not even concerned about where she would be going or who she would be 
entertaining.. Before leaving the meeting, Carl gained assurances that 
she wouldn't be mistreated in any manner and was informed that she 
would live a life of luxury for the rest of her life. He was also 
assured that he could contact her at any time, all of which eased 
Carl's mind at his betrayal of Tina's trust. In a matter of hours, Tina 
was on her way to a small country, whisked out of the states on a 
diplomatic plane, and Carl was fifty grand richer. Forty, actually, as 
he gave Gus a finder's fee', although he suspected the greedy bar owner 
had most likely skimmed some off of Tina's selling price.

Carl felt an emptiness for the next two weeks, often going to the cabin 
where he and Tina had stayed together for the previous six months. He 
would touch the things she had left behind and remember her sweetness, 
her beauty, their times together. Often, he considered calling the 
number he had been given should he want to contact Tina, but decided 
against it, not wanting to have to explain to her why he had sold her. 
Carl realized too that if he heard her voice, he would most likely want 
to buy her back, even though he knew it wasn't practical to keep her as 
he had before. Then one day he stopped at the store where he had first 
met Tina. He didn't even look at the cashier as he withdrew money from 
his wallet to pay for the small quantity of groceries until he heard a 
young, sweet sounding voice. Carl looked up and was instantly struck by 
the sultry beauty of the young girl behind the checkout counter. Not as 
pretty as Tina, he reflected, but still definitely a very pretty 
teenager. Her dark, wavy hair cascading to the middle of her back, 
framing a child-like face full of innocence, with deep brown eyes and 
full sensuous lips.

Carl's eyes dropped to her chest and was impressed by the fullness of 
her breasts, straining against the store uniform, then he suddenly 
became aware that the girl was repeating something she had asked 
earlier. "Will that be all sir? Sir?"

"I-I'm sorry," Carl apologized. "I was preoccupied. Yes, yes, that will 
be all." He gave the girl the bill in his hand and watched as her slim 
fingers made change, his mind racing ahead, trying to remember where he 
had left the items he had used to capture Tina.


The End

The author would appreciate any comments or suggestions.

Email to: saint9767@aol.com