Vina's New Daddy

This is a story I wrote at the request of… someone. The names and places in it have been changed to protect the sinful, but other than that, nothing’s been changed from the ‘commission’.
This story contains lolicon(pedophilia), incest(sorta), bondage, domination, semi-NC, interracial, large insertions, spanking, beastiality, ‘first time’… oh, and did I mention that it’s about a really, really, young girl? Yeah, it is. If that’s not to your tastes, don’t read it, OK?

Vina's New Daddy

The year is 1995. It’s summer in one of the more run-down suburbs of New York. A young girl is walking through a neighbourhood that, while perhaps not quite a slum, certainly isn’t a place where someone so young should be out alone. One would guess her to be about 5-6 by a cursory look, but she’d always been short for her age – in fact, she was already 7. You wouldn’t know it by talking to her, though, in those rare cases where she did talk. She was smarter than most of her peers, and while she tended to simply stay quiet most of the time, when she did speak she sounded remarkably adult… or, as one of her mother’s friends had remarked with a grin, ‘like a little lady’. She kinda’ liked that term, actually.

She was wearing a light summer dress and a pair of well-worn, faded pink sandals. Her mother was supposed to have picked her up from the Youth Group Activities she’d been attending to pass the long, lazy days of the summer vacation, but she hadn’t shown up, so the girl had decided to walk back to the apartment on her own. They’d only moved there recently, but she was pretty confident that she’d be able to find the way. She wondered if her mother had forgotten because she was busy with one of her friends, but then knocked the thought out of her head. It didn’t really matter.

Taking her bearings from the run-down buildings around her, she failed to notice a shadow lurking in a side-alley, peering out at her before disappearing deeper into the alleyways where darkness was constant, even on a warm summer afternoon. The shadow, however, reappeared in an alleyway further along, still watching her, sizing her up somehow. She was cute as a button, that much was certain – her face still had some baby fat left, but was drawn into a serious expression as she picked her way through the neighbourhood, the grey-green eyes staring down the road in search of familiar landmarks. Her hair was dark brown, a bit curly, and cut fairly short – although not by the girl’s own choice. She’d rather have had long hair, so long that she could hide her face behind it when she just got tired of everybody.

Another shadow joined the first, and a short conversation was carried out in hushed whispers. The girl heard it as a faint buzzing, and turned her head to look – but with her eyes adjusted to the sun-filled street, she could see nothing but solid darkness in the shadowy back-alley. Shrugging it off, she kept walking. She was pretty sure that she’d be able to see the apartment once she got around the next corner.

Suddenly, a lot of things happened very quickly. A large arm reached out from an alleyway next to her and pulled her inside, while a large and sweaty hand covered her mouth before she could scream out. Still groggy from surprise, she attempted to struggle against her captors, kicking out with her tiny legs – but her attackers were fully-grown men, and she was a 7-year old girl who was short for her age – she couldn’t even reach high enough to kick them in the kneecaps.

A large arm lifted her struggling and kicking from the ground, and now she saw her chance to deliver a good kick into the stomach of one of the attackers. He gave a grunt, but didn’t slacken his grip. “She’s a fighter, huh?” The other one commented, and removed his hand from her mouth. She drew in breath for a shattering scream, but before it could get out, a dirty rag was forced into her mouth and tied tightly behind her neck, muting her cries. The huge, hairy arms of the other attacker quickly pulled her arms over behind her back, and tied her wrists together with a piece of yarn. It was painfully tight, and the string cut into her wrists, stopping the blood-circulation to her hands, but her cries of pain were muted by the gag.

Her eyes had started adjusting to the darkness in the alleyway during the struggle, and she was finally becoming able to see her attackers as anything other than dark blobs. Her eyes widened in shock as she recognised the man in front of her – it was one of her mother’s friends! Then her vision was darkened once more as a sack was pulled down over her head… and all the way down over her body. She was lifted into the air again, and she felt the sack being tied together below her feet. She could still move a bit, kicking her legs, but she had been effectively bagged… there was obviously no way she’d be able to struggle her way out of the bag under her own power, or even cry out with any hope of being heard.

“That was easier than I’d thought…” she heard a voice mumble through the burlap sack. “Are you sure ‘bout this?” She couldn’t recognise the voice, so she figured it had to be the other attacker – the one she hadn’t seen, since he’d grabbed her from behind. “Hey, trust me, eh?” a familiar voice replied – yes, she’d definitely heard it before, and it went with the face. One of her mother’s friends, the one who’d called her a ‘little lady’. She’d LIKED him! “The buyer’s confirmed – I showed him some pictured I’d ‘borrowed’ from her mother, and he’s accepted. We just gotta get this package over to his place, and we’ll both be a whole lot richer…” The other man grunted, and she felt herself being lifted up and placed over his shoulder. Still defiant she kicked and fought as much as possible, but her captor didn’t put up with it for long. He shook the sack hard, causing her head to rattle around, and grumbled “Stop fidgeting, kid.” The other man quickly intervened with the words “Hey, careful, he won’t pay for damaged goods!”, but the shake-up had made her give up fighting for now, and she didn’t resist for the next ten minute as she was carried along and finally dropped on something soft – from the sounds, she guessed that they’d just thrown her onto the backseat of a car.

The two men got into the front seats, and the car started. She had no idea what direction they were going in, but she was feverently praying that some passing car would notice the moving sack on the backseat and call the police – she made sure to keep her legs moving enough so that anybody noticing it would realise that something living was in the sack… but, for the duration of the half-our drive, she heard no sirens or shout demanding an explanation for the moving sack on the backseat. Maybe the car had toned windows, or something.

Finally, the car made a sharp turn and slowed to a halt. She heard a window being rolled down, and a sharp voice asked “State your business.” The man she’d known as a friend of her mother replied “We’ve got a delivery for your boss. He should be expecting us.” She heard a remote mumbling and guessed that the man who’d asked the question, presumably some kind of guard, was talking into a radio. Then he spoke again. “Okay, you can head right in.” A grinding sound of metal against metal was heard, and she guessed that some sort of gate had been opened in front of the car. They started moving again, and soon after the grinding sound was heard again, from behind, confirming her guess.

The car kept driving slowly for a while, making it clear that whatever kind of gated area they’d entered was rather big. She heard barking nearby. Guards, dogs, gates… was she being taken to some kind of prison? Had she done something wrong? Her young mind was confused by the speed at which everything had taken place – intelligent though she was, being torn away from the world she knew and thrown into the unknown had left her dazed.

The car entered a garage, judging by the sounds, and the engine was then turned off. The two men got out, and she was pulled from the backseat to be thrown over the shoulder of one of the men once more. She heard a door opening, and felt that she was being carried up a staircase. Then another door, a remote mumbling, and finally the sack was dropped on a soft surface. “Here she is, then – got the money?” asked one of the men. A deep, rumbling voice that she hadn’t heard before replied, “Let me see her first.” Then she sack was opened and she was unceremoniously pulled out of it.

The light hurt her eyes after being enclosed in the dark bag for so long, and she squinted while she waited for here eyes to adjust. She could feel that she was half-sitting, half-lying, on a cushy sofa, and the could vaguely sense that she was in a fairly large room. It was comfortably warm, and she could hear the faint ‘tic-tock’ of what had to be a fairly large clock. “Satisfied?” Asked one of her kidnappers. “Indeed, you have delivered on our agreement…” rumbled the new voice. With her vision gradually improving, she saw a suitcase changing hands, and she heard the loud ‘clack’ as it was opened. Both of the men who had grabbed her from the street laughed loudly. “Niiiiice…” one of them said, and she heard a sound not unlike playing-cards being shuffled. Then the suitcase was closed again. “Pleasure doing business with ya.” Said one of the kidnappers. He then looked over at her, and winked. “Hope you’ll enjoy your new home, little lady…” he said, grinning broadly. Then he left, with his friend in tow and the suitcase in one hand.

Now that she was able to see again, she shifted her body around to get a better look at the only person remaining in the room, as well as the room itself. The room was what first caught her attention. It was large and opulent, immaculately clean and tastefully decorated. It looked like some kind of study, with a large wooden desk along one wall, while the remaining walls were covered with large book-cases, filled to overflowing with heavy volumes. It was cheerfully lit, and a large grandfather clock was standing in the corner, adding its sound to the ambience – the very tic-tock she’d heard before. The room was larger than the entire apartment she’d shared with her mother, and it contained more wealth than she’d seen in her short lifetime. Having taken all that in, she then turned her attention to the man who had, apparently, just purchased her from the kidnappers.

He looked pretty old to her – older than her father, whom she rarely saw. His hair was receding, giving him a very high forehead, which was wrinkling as he looked down at her. He seemed in good shape for an old man, and she somehow felt an enormous authority radiating from him – he was a man who was used to being obeyed. When he talked, people listened.

With her limited experience, she could not, of course, guess the particulars of the man that stood before her. He was, indeed, fairly old, having just turned 50 a month earlier. Regular visits to the most expensive health-clubs in Manhattan kept him in shape, and indeed, he was used to wielding considerable power. Born into moderate wealth, he had made his inheritance grow, and was now among the richest men in America. His estate outside New York covered several square miles, and his mansion was both large and richly decorated. Even though he still had a seat on the boards of several large corporations, he had mainly retired from the world of business to enjoy the fruits of his labour – he had seen too many of his colleagues age before their times under the influence of the extremely stressful world of high-stakes business. Some had died from strokes before they even had the time to enjoy the millions of dollars they’d made. He had decided that he wouldn’t end up like that. He had more than enough raw cash salted away to life a life of luxury for the rest of his days. Enough money to enjoy relative immunity from the law. Enough money to buy a dream.

With careful hands, he removed the gag from the young girl’s mouth, and then proceeded to untie her hands. She sat up straight in the Victorian couch, rubbing her wrists and grimacing at the stinging pain that resulted from blood flowing back into her hands. She did not, however, make a sound. Just stared up at him with eyes as cold and grey as unyielding granite. She wouldn’t be easy to win over, but he’d always enjoyed a challenge…

“What’s your name?” he asked her kindly. She glared at him silently for a minute, then finally answered: “Vina. Who are you?” He nodded. “Vina, that’s a beautiful name… me? I’m your new daddy.” Vina opened her eyes wide. “My… daddy?” She hardly knew her real father. He was always working. She’d often wished that she had a father who was around some more, who’d spend time with her… the old man nodded. “Yes, I’m your new daddy. You’ll live with me here in my house, as my daughter. As long as you don’t disobey me or try to escape, I think you’ll enjoy it here – certainly, it is better than the place you came from…” She had a hard time arguing with the last bit… the tiny apartment she’d recently moved into was run-down and usually dirty. And she had a feeling that in this big house, there was always enough food to ensure that you didn’t go hungry to bed. But…

“This isn’t right. This is kidnapping.” She said in a clear voice, looking at him gravely. His brow wrinkled. “Maybe, but it’s the way it’s going to be. If you’re a good little girl, you’ll enjoy it – but if you’re bad, I’ll have to punish you…” Vina felt uncertain. His authoritarian voice could not be ignored – it was exactly the kind of thing she’d been missing from her absentee father. Her young mind was racing, trying to handle the many impressions that were all pushing in different directions… what should she do?

He continued to look down on her with furrowed brow, until finally, she nodded. His face brightened. Maybe she wouldn’t be as much trouble as he’d initially assumed. “Good, good, I’m glad to see you’ll accept the inevitable – you’ll adjust to your new life in no time. Come, I’ll show you your new room…” he gestured for her to follow, and she jumped off of the couch to walk beside him as he went to a door in the opposite end of the room to the one that her kidnappers had left through. As soon as he opened it, however, something big and grey rushed in and pushed her down on her back…

Too shocked to cry out, she found herself looking into the panting face of a large dog… or was it..? The elongated snout, the tall ears, the coarse, grey fur… it looked more like the wolves she’d seen on TV than any dog she’d ever met. The huge, red tongue came out and licked her in the face a few times. She couldn’t help but giggle a bit, even though she was more than a little intimidated by this huge beast. Her new ‘daddy’ laughed loudly next to her. “I see you’ve met Dragon. He’s my dog, and now yours too. Dragon, let Vina get to her feet…” The dog closed his mouth, looked up at his master, and with a whine, stepped back a bit to give her room to get to her feet. Even while standing, the dog was almost as tall as she was – they were actually eye-to-eye. “He’s a Wolfdog… not sure of the exact mix, though, since I got him from an animal shelter. I named him Dragon because he’ll protect his family as fiercely as any dragon would protect his hoard.”

Fascinated, she stepped up closer to him, petting him and enjoying the soft fur. She’d always wanted a dog – or even better, a wolf! This huge but friendly beast seemed to be the answer to her prayers… unable to restrain herself, she hugged him close, feeling his fur against her cheek. Her arms could only just barely reach around his neck…

She could hear ‘daddy’ chuckling behind her. “I’m glad you two are getting along so well… but come, I was about to show you to your room. You two will have plenty of time to get… better acquainted… later.” She let go of Dragon, and looked up at him suspiciously. There was definitely something odd about the way he said ‘acquainted’… then Dragon licked her face again, and she giggled, scratching him behind his ear.

Her new daddy went out the door with Dragon in tow, so she followed suit and came out into what could only be called a Grand Hall… on her right was a large and ornate door that was, presumably, the main entrance, and on the left was an equally large and ornate staircase, with marble steps and a red velvet carpet going down the middle. It was towards this that ‘daddy’ and Dragon were walking, and she followed, marvelling at how her feet sank into the deep carpets…

On the second floor, he gestured towards a rosewood door with an inset brass sign – the sign was blank. He noticed her look. “Yes, I didn’t know your name until a few minutes ago. I’ll have ‘Vina’ engraved on that sign before tomorrow.” Pushing the door open, he gestured for her to step inside. She did so cautiously, and gasped. The room was huge, although not quite as big as the study they’d been in earlier, and was dominated by a king-sized bed, partially covered by a variety of plush animals and dolls. Next to it, an equally oversized wardrobe was standing open, proudly showing off its content – countless different dresses, casual wear, underwear, and other assorted articles of clothing. Along the bottom were several rows of shoes, ranging from sneakers to stilettos. The sight was almost hypnotic – she was already mentally trying on one dress after the other…

Along the remaining walls were a variety of lockers, drawers, bookcases, and even a floor-length mirror – but all of those, as well as the walls themselves, were empty. “You can fill up and decorate this room as you see fit – within reason.” Her ‘daddy’ rumbled. “Money is not an object, obviously.” She hardly heard him as she walked over to the closet in a daze, studying the contents closer. All of it, including the shoes, seemed to be in her exact size… ‘daddy’ chuckled. “Maybe you want to try on some of them? You’re welcome to, of course – but I’d suggest taking a bath first. The bathroom is right next door. Why don’t you pick out a nice outfit, then go clean yourself off, and dress up nicely? I’ll come get you so we can have dinner together in a couple of hours…” With a nod and a smile, he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him, leaving her alone for the first time since the kidnapping.

For a few minutes, she just stood there, trying to absorb it all. Then she walked over to the door and tried the handle. Sure enough, it wasn’t locked. She stuck her head out in the hallway and looked in both directions – nobody. No sign of where ‘daddy’ or Dragon had gone. She could see the top of the front door from where she was – theoretically, she could simply make a run for it… but then she remembered the gate, and the guards, and the dogs (who, she presumed, were probably a lot less friendly than Dragon)…

For now, at least, she had to play along. Closing the door again, she went back to the closet and, after a bit of thought, picked out a modest, but extremely cute, dress – it was the kind of dress you’d expect a fairyland princess to be wearing as she walked through the halls of her castle. She also picked out a nice-looking pair of sandals – she didn’t really feel up to trying those high-heeled shoes, even though they would’ve fit better with the dress. She also picked out some fresh underwear, almost as an afterthought…

Carrying those things, she opened the door again and stepped out into the hallway. A quick look confirmed that, sure enough, the room directly to the right of hers had a brass sign reading ‘Bath’ on the front. She opened the door and stepped inside.

She had seen so much opulence and wealth so far that she was not at all surprised to find the bathroom to be entirely in vein with the rest. Made out in white and gold, it was dominated by a sunken bathtub the size of a small swimming-pool, which was already filled with steaming hot water. Along the edge of it stood several bottles of shampoo, bubble-bath, bathing-oils, bathing-salts, and other miscellaneous condiments…

Closing the door behind her, she checked the inside, but was not surprised to see that although it did have an inside lock, the key wasn’t in it. She didn’t like that much. But seeing that huge bathtub already filled, the desire for a relaxing bath to wash away the stress of being pulled into an unknown situation so suddenly, was enough to overtrump her fear of getting caught naked. After depositing the new dress on a chair, she tested the water, and finding it pleasantly warm, pulled off her dress with a guarded look towards the door. At age 7, her chest was already budding out slightly, showing the beginning of what would probably be an impressive rack when she hit puberty. She was slim, a direct result of not always having enough to eat, with only her face still showing signs of baby-fat. Her armpits and pussy were still smooth and hairless, and her ass were almost bubble-shaped, and quite firm from all the walking she did.

Discarding her summer-dress and the dirty sneakers on the floor, she crawled into the bathtub, shivering in pleasure as the hot water covered her and soothed her tired body. Her wrists, which were still hurting a bit after they’d been tied up earlier, felt particularly nice to lower into the water. After simply swooning a bit, she looked over the bottles that were lined up along the edge of the tub, and picked out a bubble-bath, which it seemed likely had been put there just for her. Still throwing careful looks towards the door every now and then, she quickly poured an ample dose of bubble-bath into the tub, whipping it up with her hands, and causing a mountain of foam to spread almost instantly across the surface. It wasn’t much, but at least it would hide her from the casual look…

Soaking in the hot water, she felt all her weariness drain away, and relaxed for the first time in hours. She was still stuck in this strange, but beautiful, place, with a man who claimed to be ‘her new daddy’, but so far it hadn’t been all that unpleasant. Apart from the bit where she got tied up and put in a sack. She could’ve done without that bit. While her dark-brown hair turned nearly black from the wetness, she considered her options with a thoughtful expression that looked somewhat out of place on her youthful face, while her hands absently strayed down between her legs underwater. Some time ago, she’d discovered that it felt really good when she touched herself there – usually, she’d do it at night, after going to bed, but the hot bath was making her drowsy, and besides, with all those bubbles, only her head was visible…

Leaning her head back on the edge of the tub, she closed her eyes and concentrated on the pleasurable feelings emanating from her pussy as her fingers rubbed it first lightly, then with more urgency. She moaned lightly as she slipped her middle finger into the tight orifice – that slim digit was the only thing she’d ever tried to insert into herself, but the undeniable pleasure this always caused her had often caused her to long for something bigger, longer and wider…

With the hot water making her skin hypersensitive, the one finger she had inside, along with her thumb rubbing over the little nub above it, soon had her writhing in pleasure. When finally the area became a little TOO sensitive, she regretfully withdrew her hand, glad that the hot bath was saving her the trouble of cleaning up – she’d discovered, to her own embarrassment, that her arousal often left a visible stain…

With this out of the way, she concentrated on cleaning herself off, scrubbing her skin and soaping up her dark hair… a quick look around the huge bathroom had revealed a low-set tap where she could rinse it off afterwards, apparently designed for that express purpose… which seemed kinda’ odd, really, considering that the only other inhabitant she’d seen in this huge mansion, was obviously far too tall to use it. But with the relaxing effect of a hot bath and a bit of quiet masturbation still in effect, she took it all in a stride…

After rinsing her hair and drying herself off, she quickly slipped into the new clothing. She had to use the chair she’d previously deposited her dress on, in order to get high enough to admire her new look in the bathroom mirror – and to brush out her wet and tangled hair with a comb conveniently located next to the mirror. The result, staring back at her from the mirror, was somehow a different girl from the one who had left the Youth Group earlier that day – she looked like a rich man’s daughter… which, according to the aforementioned ‘rich man’, she now was. She still didn’t know how to feel about that – she’d always wished for a daddy who had time for her, and his authoritative behaviour was somehow comforting… but she’d been grabbed off the street and transported here in a sack! It just wasn’t right…

Still working this problem over in her mind, she left the bathroom to return to ‘her’ room, but found ‘daddy’ and Dragon waiting outside her door. He smiled down at her, and Dragon barked happily. “Ah, there you are… you look wonderful. Just in time, too – supper is ready.” Vina realised that she must have spent more time in the bath than she had first realised – but now that he mentioned it, she WAS feeling rather hungry. Her stomach grumbled, and he chuckled. “I can hear that you like that idea, huh? Well, come on, or the food will get cold…” He reached a hand down for her, and after a moment’s internal debate, she took it. Side by side, they walked down the hallway, with Dragon following close behind…


Vina threw herself down on the edge of the huge bed. She’d never been so full in her life… the supper, like everything else in this house, had been super-sized. Good thing the dining-room had been about the size of a parking-lot, or all that food couldn’t have fit in there… of course, they hadn’t been the only ones eating, although that had surprised her at first… two tables had been set up in the dining-room, and while her and ‘daddy’ ate at one, another, much larger one, were used by a group of uniformed people that had to be servants. Maids, cooks, a couple of guards, and even a Butler who looked like he’d stepped right out of colonial-era USA – right down to him being black as a moonless night. The rest of the servants were also various shades of brown…

She’d initially thought about just yelling at them that she’d been kidnapped, hoping that at least one of them would be unwilling to stand behind their employee in such an illegal matter – but when she heard ‘daddy’ address one of the servants that brought their food in a language she didn’t recognise, she realised that that probably wasn’t an option. Wherever he’d picked these people up, they clearly didn’t speak English, so they wouldn’t understand… and really, it seemed likely that they wouldn’t help her, anyway. They’d probably been brought over from some poor third-world country, and now they were obviously well-fed, and probably well-paid as well. For all she knew, they could be illegal immigrants – either way, they probably wouldn’t wanna rock the boat…

So she’d eaten her meal in relative silence, just listening to the servants chatter in their foreign tongue over at their table. ‘Daddy’ thankfully hadn’t attempted to start a conversation, but had eaten in silence as well – but she could feel that he always had his eyes on her. Not an entirely unpleasant feeling, she had to admit to herself, but it made her feel rather self-conscious. Had the dress gotten wrinkled when she’d just thrown it over that chair? Hadn’t she brushed the back of her hair well enough? Did she have something stuck between her teeth?

Eventually, though, the sheer joy of eating had pushed all that to the back of her mind, and she’d simply enjoyed eating her fill for once – and tried dozens of new dishes in the process. And now that she’d returned to her room, she felt extremely tired, even though a wall-clock on the opposite wall proclaimed that it wasn’t much more than 7 PM… deciding to just take a nap to digest, she closed her eyes and instantly fell asleep…


Her eyes flew open at the sound of the door opening. The room was still well-lit, since she hadn’t thought to turn off the lights before going to bed. But the wall-clock was now showing the time to be nearly midnight. Sitting up on the bed, she saw ‘daddy’ entering and closing the door behind him. Looking at her, he chuckled. “Fell asleep with all your clothes on? That’s not a very good idea, you’ll get it all wrinkled…” looking down herself, she saw that he wasn’t wrong – the exquisite dress was badly wrinkled now. “You’d better undress and get under the covers…” he continued. She looked at him for a few minutes. He tapped his foot. “Well?” he asked. “I’m not gonna undress ‘till you leave.” She said defiantly, stating the obvious. His brow wrinkled. “Do as your daddy says and get undressed – then I’ll tuck you in.” She shook her head violently. “NO, I won’t take it off while you’re here!”

In two swift strides, he was right in front of her. “Good little girls do what their daddy tells them to…” he growled, grabbing her arm before she could react. “And bad little girls have to be punished.” Sitting down on the bed besides her, he pulled her over his knees in one smooth move – it was like she weighted less than a feather. Crying out in shock, she batted after him with her free arm, but he quickly caught that one as well, and pulled them together behind her back where he could easily enclose both of her thin wrists with his large hand. Her legs were kicking wildly, but she hit nothing but air…

She felt him lift her dress out of the way, laying it across her back and exposing her panties. “Let’s see…” he said calmly “That’ll be 5 strokes for wrinkling the new dress, 5 strokes for wasting electricity by sleeping with all the lights on, 10 strokes for disobeying your daddy, and another 5 for yelling at your daddy…” Vina screamed in panic. Her mother had often yelled at her if she’d been bad, but she’d never received corporeal punishment.

His hand hit her buttocks like a whip, and the shock actually silenced her for a few seconds. The pain had been sharp and sudden, and she felt her soft asscheeks continue to burn with the heat of the impact afterwards. The sheer white panties provided little protection. Then the next stroke fell, causing her to emit another startled cry. Another two fell in rapid succession, causing her body to shake, and through the blood rushing in her ears, she faintly heard him count the blows out loud: “…three…four…five…” another stroke hit her sensitive ass. Her rear-end felt like it was on fire, and even though the heat seemed to be spreading down between her legs in an oddly pleasant way, the pervasive pain caused her to cry out loudly.

As the blows continued to strike her ass, one by one, she screamed out as loudly as she could, her face turning as red as her buttocks with the effort. She could barely hear him count over her own scream. “…nine…ten…eleven…” When he reached 15, he paused and spoke in an annoyed voice “Stop screaming… you brought this punishment on yourself, and you know it – cry if you must, but seize that terribly penetrating scream at once…” She paused – but only long enough to draw in breath, before resuming her scream.

With a voice raised to be audible over the noise, he spoke again. “Very well, if you won’t listen, you must feel.” She felt him hook a finger under the waistband of her panties, pulling them down. Renewed pain whistled up her spine as the thin material slid across her highly sensitive buttocks, stopping again when they were allowed to fall down her legs, ending up draped between her knees. She knew what would come next, but the shock nonetheless caused her lungs to empty in a barely audible wheeze. She’d assumed that the thin panties did little to protect her, but now that she felt the impact of his hand on her bare ass, she realised that she’d been wrong – the cotton had actually absorbed part of the previous blows. Now, however, she was entirely unprotected, and every stroke that hit her ass-cheeks sent tremors of renewed agony through her nerves.

Afraid of what he might do if she continued to scream, she simply choked out an occasional sob while tears ran down her cheeks. His palm hit her soft, bulbous ass again and again, while he continued to count: “…eighteen…nineteen…twenty… twenty-one…” And yet, through the pain, she could feel that odd heat radiating from her crotch, as if the sensitive area was somehow ignited by the treatment that the nearby butt-cheeks were getting. “…twenty-four…twenty-FIVE!” The final stroke hit harder than any of the previous ones, literally throwing her forwards, and eliciting yet another startled cry from her, before she resumed her sobbing.

He deposited her on the bed, lying on her stomach, to admire his handiwork. Her ass was so red that it seemed to be literally glowing, and his final blow had left a visible hand-print. She made no move to cover herself, or indeed to do anything – she simply lay there, with her face buried in the covers, sobbing quietly. She’d learn quickly. “Now,” he said, “take off your clothes…”

The spanking had knocked all the fight out of her for now, and with shaking arms, she pulled herself upright. She grimaced in pain as her raw buttocks touched the covers, and then hurriedly crawled off of the bed and stood up. Her legs were shaking badly, but she managed to keep herself upright as she quickly unbuttoned the top of her dress and slid it down over her shoulders to let it float quietly to the ground – causing another painful expression as it rubbed over her ass. With her panties already draped around her ankles, she was now completely naked – her chest was still too underdeveloped for her to consider wearing a bra, even though she’d noticed that the wardrobe was, indeed, stocked with child-sized bras in the low-end cup-sizes.

Her hands automatically fell down to cover her crotch as she felt his eyes on her, and she was surprised to feel that she’d gotten rather wet down there – surely, she couldn’t have been aroused by the spanking? She blushed lightly, and bowed her head forwards to let her hair cover her face. She didn’t know just how arousing a sight she made, standing like that…

He felt himself grow hard, pressing against the fabric of his pants, and winced a bit. He’d really planned to save that for a bit later, when she’d become better adjusted, but with her standing there… ass glowing red from the spanking, hands covering her crotch, but failing to conceal the droplets of moisture rolling down the insides of her thighs, her head lowered submissively… he just couldn’t resist it. He had to have her, then and there.

“That’s a good girl…” he said soothingly, moving towards her. “And because you’ve been good and done as you’re told, I’m going to give you a reward… I’m going to make you feel very good.” She just stood there, shivering slightly, like she hadn’t heard him. Gripping her lightly by the shoulders, he pushed her towards the bed, and almost as if on cue, she stumbled in the clothing pooled around her ankles, and fell into the side of the bed. Reflexively, she stopped herself with her hands… and ended up bent over the bed, her red ass in the air, and her dripping pussy slightly visible between her thighs from behind. The bed was so high, compared to her, that she wasn’t actually kneeling, but rather half-standing, trying to get her legs back under her. She never got that chance.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he opened his zipper and pulled out his dick. He wasn’t exactly big by most standards, but rather somewhere around the average – however, compared to this petite girl, his tool seemed monstrous. He kneeled behind her, leaning over her, and felt her stiffen beneath him. “Just relax, and it’ll feel very good…” he whispered in her ear, while guiding his painfully stiff hard-on towards her involuntarily lubricated slit with one hand. He was using the other arm to prop himself up, preventing himself from crushing the frail girl under his weight… silently, he congratulated himself for staying in good enough shape to be able to do something like that.

He felt his sensitive cockhead touch something smooth, hot and wet. Under him, Vina started to sob quietly again. She obviously had a pretty good idea about what was going on… no big surprise there, she seemed to be a rather perceptive girl. He rubbed his cockhead up and down along her slit for a bit, getting it lubricated, and then gently pushed forwards. Her outer lips spread easily around him, but the inner lips remained firmly closed – it was like pushing against a solid wall. Clearly, nothing had ever entered there before – except perhaps a finger or a slender pencil. “Just relax…” he whispered again, while pushing forwards with increasing intensity.

Her sobs intensified, but he did not relent. He had a lot of weight he could put behind his thrust, and he knew that there WAS, in fact, a hole there. He continued to push inwards, and her sobs grew louder in proportion to the pressure he put in. It was fortunate that his arousal had made him hard as a steel rod, or he’d probably have started bending under this pressure… Finally, he felt the wall give – a hole was opening before him! With a final flex of his muscular hips, he thrust into her, and she gave a loud cry of pain as the tiny hole was widened to accept his engorged cockhead. He gasped at the feeling – it was incredibly tight, and the hole he’d just forced his way through was now squeezing around his shaft like it was trying to bite the head off. And right in front of the head, he could feel the barrier of her maidenhood – her cherry, her virginity. For a while, he couldn’t go back OR forth…

Vina took a few deep breaths, trying to control her sobbing long enough to fill her lungs and calm down. The initial sting of pain from the violent penetration was now receding into a dull throbbing, and the feeling of having something hard, smooth, and hot inside of her, was starting to feel strangely good… Her vaginal muscles were still protesting from their inability to squeeze shut around the rock-hard invader, however, and she had to get herself under control to stop the stinging sensation that resulted every time her pussy tried unsuccessfully to clamp shut. With another deep breath, she forced herself to relax completely, and felt how the last remaining pain in her groin faded into the background… while the pleasant feeling of fullness grew stronger. Her tiny clit was sending the strangest signals rolling up her spine, begging to be touched, stimulated… none of the times that she’d masturbated had felt nearly this intense.

He felt the vise-like grip of her virgin slit loosen gradually, and breathed a sigh of relief – his cockhead had started to become downright painfully inflated, due to the blood-flow being partially cut off. Her pussy remained incredibly tight, but at least he felt that he could now move. Slowly, he pulled back, and felt the tight ring of her outer labia spread gently around his crown, allowing him to move through as he pleased. He pulled all the way out, and heard her moan in disappointment below him. The sound made him smile broadly – oh yes, she’d do just fine…

He had no intention of stopping now, however. He just needed some space to pick up momentum. Placing his well-lubricated cockhead back at the opening of her still-relaxed pussy, he shifted his stance slightly and thrust inwards with carefully controlled strength. Her labia parted like waves before the prow, and for a split second, he felt the elastic surface of her virginity stretch around his invading cock. Then the moment was over, and he tore through her cherry, making her a woman at the tender age of 7. She yelped in pain and surprise beneath him, both at the breaking of her maidenhood, and the sudden stretching of the till-then virgin tunnel behind it.

She was squeezed in-between the bed and his body, as tightly as her his cock was squeezed within her tight pussy, however, and through she squirmed around in an attempt to escape the painful invasion, it was no use – he was much bigger and stronger than her, and there was nothing she could do to resist him. She pain of loosing her virginity had been brief and tearing, but the stretching sensation that his shaft had evoked as it drilled deep inside her, was constant – although it lessened quite a bit as his initial thrust came to an end, and he drew back once more. She had no illusions that he was about to stop, though – and sure enough, he thrust inwards again with undiluted power, going deeper than before, exploring another inch of virgin territory.

Finally, on the third thrust, he hit the bottom – his mushroom-shaped cockhead bounced lightly off of the tiny opening of her uterus, and at the same time, his thighs slapped against her ass-cheeks, still red and sensitive from the spanking, eliciting another yelp of pain from her. For a minute, he just stood there, his cock enveloped by her soft flesh to the root. Once again, she drew deep breaths to get herself under control, and felt how the pain lessened as she became accustomed to the stretching. It didn’t go away entirely – that would probably take a while – but it became less forceful… and as had been the case when he’s initially forged past her outer lips, she was starting to feel pleasure as well. When he slowly started to move again, her sobs of pain turned into moans of pleasure as familiar sensations flowed up her spine, only 100 times more intense than anything she’d ever caused with her own fingers…

Slowly, he began to pull out, causing shivers to run down her spine as she felt the delightful friction. She was so tight that she could clearly feel every vein on the shaft, despite its silky-smooth texture – indeed, she could even feel the beat of his pulse, as the blood flowed through his rigid rod. The sensuality was breathtaking, and she found herself unconsciously squirming in an attempt to generate more and stronger sensations. He chuckled above her and whispered “Patience, my little one… patience…” and she felt herself blush fiercely as she realised that he had felt her movements and recognised them for what they were.

It felt like minutes passed before the lower ridge of his cockhead once again rested against the tight circle of her inner labia. When it did, he shifted his position somewhat – where before, he had covered her body with his own torso, holding himself up with his arms, he now straightened his back and instead used his hands to take a good hold of her slender hips. Almost instinctively, she knew why – that position would allow him to move faster and thrust harder, and she bit her lip at the thought of what it’d feel like…

She didn’t have to wait long to find out – once he’d gotten a good grip, he thrust forwards with full strength, impaling her fully in one smooth movement. The friction was impressive, despite her pussy being literally dripping wet, and the sensation made sparks fly in her brain. She hardly noticed the pain when, like the previous time, his bulbous cockhead bounced off of her uterus while his thighs hit her raw and tender ass. Pleasure was flooding her young mind, sweeping everything else away like a rising tide – and when he quickly pulled out and thrust in again without pause, the flood turned into an all-encompassing tidal-wave as she experienced her first orgasm…

She cried out in pleasure – a simple, bestial sound that bore no resemblance to human speech, but which was nonetheless easy to decipher. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth like a panting dog as her eyes opened wide, seeing nothing but the explosion of light that was going off in her young mind. All rational thought was swept away, leaving nothing but the desire to increase the pleasure – or at least prolong it as far as possible. No longer just squirming, she began to move her hips in earnest, pushing back against Daddy’s thrusts, as well as rotating her groin to get the highest possible amount of sensation out of every movement.

The thrusts were coming in rapid succession now – the first few had been mainly exploratory, but now he wasn’t holding anything back – he was as consumed by lust as she was, and poured all of his strength into the fragile child beneath him – the idea that he might accidentally hurt her never entered his mind… nor, incidentally, hers. Caught up in the throes of lust, they moved rapidly against each other breathing quickly and deeply, and filling the air with the sweet tang of sweat and pussy-juice – the unmistakable scent of sex.

Vina’s first orgasm lasted nearly 5 minutes, and as it receded, she was changed. Even as she gradually regained the use of reason, her thoughts were centred entirely around reaching that orgasmic high once more. She could feel pain again – from her widely-stretched pussy, from her torn maidenhood, from her ass still glowing red from the spanking, from her hips gripped so tightly by Daddy’s hands… but somehow, it only seemed to accentuate the pleasure radiating from their intersecting genitals. She wanted this to go on forever – but she knew, somewhere in the back of her lust-filled mind, that it wouldn’t – and she wanted to cum at least one more time before it ended. More if possible. She’d only just had her first ‘fix’ but already she was addicted...

Moaning and panting, she began to push back harder, flexing her – until recently unused – vaginal muscles in an effort to increase the friction that was making her feel so hot down there. The muscles in question had already been stretched well beyond their normal capacity, however, and weren’t about to act on her wishes – in fact, it had the directly opposite effect. Her futile attempts drained her internal muscles of what little energy they had left, causing them to relax completely… but in the end, it was all good. Her reduced tightness enabled Daddy to speed up further, not only increasing the frequency of the thrusts, but also the energy behind them. Each time his cock hit the bottom of her cunt, her entire body was jarred, causing her head and hair to whip back and forth – and she was enjoying every second of it.

She was climbing towards the top again, she could feel it… but his thrusts were becoming shorter and more intense – more like jabs, now. Somehow, she instinctively knew what that meant – he was almost done. Moaning in desperation, afraid that he might finish before bringing her off again, she redoubled her efforts to increase the sensations radiating out from her cunt, but since she was already rotating her hips and pushing back against his thrusts, there really wasn’t much she could do… then, an idea flashed across her lust-soaked mind. Being pinned against the bed, it wasn’t easy, but she managed to maneuver one of her arms down between the mattress and her crotch…

She could feel a large, wet spot down there – embarrassing evidence of her arousal – but she didn’t care. Instead, she pushed her fingers against her pussy, right over the opening, and marvelled at the feeling of Daddy’s cock gliding in and out of her – she could actually feel a slight bulge… but, that wasn’t why she’d reached down there. Reaching further down, to where she could feel his silky-smooth shaft with her fingertips, she pulled back the hood covering her diminutive clit, and started rubbing it vigorously.

He felt it too – her fingers brushing lightly over his engorged dick – and it didn’t take him many moments to realise what she was doing. Seeing such wanton behaviour in such a young child aroused him to no end – he’d really hit the jackpot with this one. And with that thought, he felt his balls contract as he came into the 7-year old pussy.

She felt his cock twitch deep within her as he stopped thrusting and just held it inside. The head was pressed against her tiny uterus, the mouth of her womb, and when he started cumming, the hot seed was shot directly into it, coating the still-infertile surface. Spurt after spurt filled her, making her womb stretch from within, adding a whole new sensation to the pleasure generated by the thick, hard cock, and her own fingers. For the second time that night, she hit her climax, and convulsed on the bed, seized by ultimate pleasure.

She was still shaking as he pulled out, a mixture of cum and pussy-juice dripping from his cockhead. He watched her silently for a few minutes, as his cum began to slowly drip out of her stretched-open cunt. She wasn’t moving – just lay there, breathing heavily as she came down from her second orgasm. Then, he grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her to her feet, turning her to face him. Her legs shook visibly, but she was managing to keep herself standing as she looked up at him, grey eyes clouded by lust. Just the right height, too. Shifting his grip to her head, he guided his dripping-wet cock towards her panting mouth…



Vina ran her tongue up the smooth underside of the huge, black cock, enjoying the feeling of the veins that criss-crossed it. She could actually feel his heartbeat through her tongue. The large man moaned above her, indicating that he was enjoying it too – which was hardly a surprise. Ever since her Daddy had first introduced her to cock-sucking, nearly 6 months ago, she’d worked hard to master the art. Of course, the black rod that was now throbbing in her diminutive hands was a lot bigger than Daddy’s cock – that made for a bit more of a challenge, especially when it came to swallowing, since his load was proportionally large. Which, of course, didn’t bother her in the least since she’d come to rather enjoy the taste of sperm.

Taking a good grip on the shaft with both of her hands, she pulled the huge dong downwards, allowing her to reach the head with her mouth. It was so hard and stiff that she felt certain that it could support her entire weight if she tried. As she encircled his sensitive, bell-shaped cockhead with her mouth, he moaned again and mumbled something she didn’t understand. Even though she’d now been living here for roughly half a year, she still hadn’t been able to pick up more than a few phrases from the spoken language of the staff, but it didn’t really matter – words were mostly superfluous, anyway.

And certainly, the staff had proved more than willing to help sate her ever-growing lust. Daddy had been her first, but once she’d tasted the pleasures of a true orgasm – and the bittersweet tang of his seed – she couldn’t get enough… and he simply didn’t have enough time, or enough virility, to keep up. Of course, he didn’t know that she’d started helping herself to the services of the male members of the staff… the thought of what he’d do if he ever found out send little, pleasurable sparks down her spine. He’d certainly punish her… how, she could only imagine, but she was having a lot of fun doing just that. It’d probably be more than just a spanking… she was pretty certain that he’d already figured out that she enjoyed that far too much to make it a real punishment. Certainly, all those minor infractions she’d deliberately done in ways that were sure to attract his attention, must have tipped him off.

The butler groaned, thrusting his hips forwards insistently, bringing her attention back to the present. He was clearly getting close to shooting his load, so she pushed her head forwards, getting as much of his cockhead into her mouth as she could, and sealing her lips around it while her hands moved rapidly up and down the shaft, jacking him off. Her hands could only barely reach halfway around the shaft… needless to say, she’d never allow him to fuck her. Some of the other, less well-equipped guys on the staff handled that end, but the butler hardly had cause to complain – after all, when she was hungry for a warm load, he was always her first choice.

The meatwhistle bucked in her hands, and the first spray blasted into her mouth… much of it went straight down her throat, coating her tonsils, but the large load also quickly filled her mouth, bathing her tongue in the bittersweet flavour of sperm. She relished it even as she rapidly gulped it down – she knew that there were much more where it came from, and sure enough, the next spurt filled her mouth all over again. He came for what felt like minutes, and as the spurts finally stopped, her stomach felt pleasantly full…

She stepped off of the footstool, licking her lips to catch a few stray droplets of cum, and grinned up at him. The footstool was kinda’ ridiculous, but without it, she simply couldn’t reach his cock, he was so tall… Looking down herself, she quickly checked that there were no fresh cum-stains on her dress – would be such a foolish way to get caught, and would probably make Daddy angrier, to boot – he always punished her severely if she messed up the nice dresses. Although it was probably more out of a sense of tradition, than any real concern for the – admittedly exquisite – dresses. After all, the first time he’d spanked her, it had been because of a wrinkled dress…

Suddenly, the butler stiffened. He was looking straight over her head, and was obviously sweating. Then he started speaking very quickly in his native tongue, while at the same time hurriedly stuffing his wet prick back into his pants. She didn’t even have to look behind her to figure out what was wrong… shivers ran down her spine, and the pit of her stomach suddenly felt very cold, despite the large load of hot cum she’d just swallowed. As she heard Daddy’s voice speaking calmly in the foreign language of the staff, she got goosebumps all over – he sounded perfectly calm, and she’d learned long ago that this was a real danger-signal. When he sounded angry, it was always assumed – he was far too cool-headed to genuinely loose his temper. When he sounded calm after she’d done something bad, it always meant that she was in REAL trouble. Paralysed with sudden fear, she couldn’t bring herself to turn around.

The butler hurriedly left the room, and then Daddy walked up in front of her, and kneeled down to be on eye-level with her. “So, Vina, ol’ daddy isn’t enough to satisfy your needs anymore, eh?” he said with a raised eyebrow. She’d prepared all manners of clever defences for just this eventuality – after all, she’d known all along that he’d catch her at it sooner or later – but now, she couldn’t remember any of them. “I… I’m sorry, daddy…” was all she could stammer out, and that took a lot of effort too, since her jaw seemed to have seized up along with the rest of her.

“You’ve done a very bad thing, you know that, right?” He asked. She could only nod. Her knees were beginning to wobble, and her breath was coming in short, ragged bursts. She sniffed, feeling tears approaching just from the way he looked at her. “Listen to me, Vina… have you had sex with the staff, too?” It didn’t even occur to her that she could lie about this – he had, after all, only caught her doing a blow-job, and it was unlikely that either the Butler, nor her occasional sex-partners, would tell on her. But she just nodded, and sniffed loudly again. Daddy shook his head and sighed. She’d have preferred it if he’d yelled at her – she’d have preferred that quite a lot.

“And I don’t suppose you made ‘em wear condoms, either? I taught you about safe sex months ago, as I recall…” he stated dryly, seemingly already knowing the answer to the question. She shook her head mutely, but then – with an effort – summoned the courage to defend herself. “I can’t get pregnant yet…” she mumbled, looking at her feet, looking at her hands, looking everywhere but at Daddy. He grabbed her chin and tilted her head up, forcing her to look at him. “No, you can’t – but you CAN catch AIDS or some other sexually transferred disease. I do let my staff out on occasion, after all, and I can’t control whether they wear rubbers during a night on the town. And as if that’s not bad enough, if you caught something from one of them, you could pass it on to me…”

Her eyes widened. She hadn’t even thought of that, and as he’d so correctly stated, she’d been given a pretty thorough education on all matters sexual. She just hadn’t thought to apply it to the real world. With a loud sob, her legs collapsed under her, and she fell to her knees as the tears began to flow. She tried to say she was sorry, tried to apologise and say she’d never do it again, but through the tears and the sobs, she couldn’t gather the air to speak a single word. And Daddy just stood there, looking down at her with a grave expression on his face. Finally, he spoke again. “Go to your room.” She tried to get to her feet, but her legs buckled under her again, causing her to collapse on her stomach. She couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop crying…

With a sigh, Daddy bent down and picked her up, throwing her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She continued to cry, wetting the back of his shirt, as he carried her up the stairs and into her room. He threw her unceremoniously on the bed, and as he left the room and closed the door behind him, she heard the lock click. She was clearly confined to her room for as long as he saw fit. Minutes past, and her tears dried out. Still sniffing, she got off of the bed, and removed her dress – she really didn’t want to attract further punishment by ruining it, and besides, whatever punishment he had in mind for her, would almost certainly require a greater or lesser degree of nakedness.

She shivered with fear as her imagination ran wild with ideas about how she would be punished – she was no longer looking forwards to it with expectation, but rather with something approaching terror. Daddy had become MUCH angrier than she’d ever anticipated, and even after living with him for half a year, she wasn’t quite certain of how far he was capable of going in his punishment of her. Certainly, he was skilled at mixing physical pain and humiliation into a decidedly unpleasant cocktail – like the time she’d been forced to bend over, naked as the day she was born, while receiving 10 strokes with a cane – and for every stroke, she’d had to say “Thank you, sir.” – and every time she’d failed to do so, he’d started counting again from the beginning. The caning had been a LOT more painful than an ordinary spanking, and the conflicting messages of pleasure that simultaneously fired from her brain had been very distracting. As a result, she’d ended up receiving nearly 30 strokes before she’d managed to say the words right ‘till the end. She’d been unable to sit down for days afterwards, and had to sleep on her tummy. And THAT had been a punishment for forgetting to feed Dragon one day while Daddy was away… this was clearly a much more serious transgression.

Hours passed while she just sad on her bed, naked but for a pair of pink panties, her mind creating more and more imaginary punishments… she was actually too scared to get bored, even as the hours rolled on. She was not, however, too scared to feel a building pressure in her bladder. The bathroom was just next to her room, but with the door locked, it might as well be on the moon. She feverently hoped that Daddy would allow her to visit the bathroom before beginning her punishment – she’d once lost bladder-control during a severe spanking, ruining both her dress and Daddy’s pants. The penalty for that had been both humiliating and somewhat sickening – Daddy had gagged her with her own piss-soaked panties, stating that the only way to prevent her from doing it again was to ‘rub her nose in it’, and had then proceeded to tie her down and mercilessly torture her budding nipples and young slit with a variety of clamps, while she screamed futilely into the reeking gag. It had worked, though. When he finally released her, she’d managed to restrain her urge to throw up ‘till she got to the bathroom, purely out of fear of what would happen if she didn’t.

According to the clock over her desk, it was nearly 10 o’clock when the lock finally clicked open again – usually, that’d be her bedtime. By then she’d been locked up for roughly 8 hours, and was both hungry, thirsty, and seriously in need of a trip to the bathroom. As expected, it was Daddy who opened the door, looking every bit as severe as when he’d caught her that afternoon. She didn’t say anything, but just kept her eyes fixed on the floor as she kneeled semi-naked on the bed. For a long minute, he just stared at her, then he finally spoke. “You’ll be glad to hear, I’m sure, that I’ve had my personal physician run a check on everybody who works here – and they all checked out clear on all the usual sexually transferred diseases. That, however, is nothing more than blind luck for you. I’m sure you understand that I’ll have to make sure that you never. Ever. Do it. Again.” “Yes, Daddy.” She whispered under her breath, so quietly that she could hardly hear it herself. The tears were beginning to burn in the corner of her eyes again.

“Remove your panties, and stand before me.” The order was sharp and to the point, and she didn’t hesitate a second to obey, pulling off the cuteish pink panties and jumping off the bed to stand naked and shivering before him. She still couldn’t bear to face him, and continued to stare at his shoes. “Follow me.” He commanded, and turned around to walk out the door. She did as ordered, walking three steps behind him, while feeling the heat rise to her cheeks. She was walking around buck-naked in the mansion, and any of the servants might see her just by passing by. Sure, she’d occasionally dallied with SOME of them, but invariably, she’d done so while keeping most of her clothes on. She didn’t like being naked – only Daddy’s commands could make her discard her clothes entirely, and as such, he was the only man to ever see her completely naked.

Even though she was looking intently on the carpet, she had no trouble figuring out where they were heading – the ‘playroom’, as Daddy would sometimes jokingly call it, was the place where he stored all the more-or-less exotic sex-toys that he so enjoyed using on her. Some of the things there could be quite pleasurable, but most of them were implements of pure pain, and she had a feeling that that was the section she was walking towards. She couldn’t even summon up the courage to ask Daddy for a bathroom-break. Somehow, her hyperactive imagination couldn’t nearly compete with the fearsome reality of walking towards her punishment.

As far as she could see, with her eyes fixed on the floor, no servants crossed their path as they walked through the huge mansion to the playroom, and she couldn’t help but feel a bit relieved when Daddy unlocked and opened the door to the room, gesturing for her to enter – whatever awaited her within, at least she hadn’t been put on public display.

As Daddy turned on the lights, her pussy gave an odd throb. The collection of instruments hanging on the walls or lying on shelves were undeniably arousing, and even the row of whips and canes seemed somehow attractive… she hadn’t really been in the actual room very often. Mostly, Daddy just went in there to fetch something, occasionally allowing her glimpses of the contents through a half-open door. A clinking noise awakened her from the trance-like state that the collection of sex-toys had put her in – and looking up, she saw a pair of padded manacles descend from the ceiling, where they seemed to be attached to a pulley. Daddy was standing next to a set of buttons on the wall, apparently controlling them, and as they reached her eye-level, he stopped them. Without saying a word, he pointed at them, and she obediently walked over to them.

Having expected Daddy to lock her into the manacles, she was surprised when he just pointed at them again with a furrowed brow. Whimpering slightly, she opened the manacles and clapped them down around her own wrists, feeling her cheeks burn furiously as she did it – she was almost punishing herself without any real need for Daddy to do anything. The manacles were well-padded with red velvet, but locked quite firmly around her slim wrists, making it seem rather likely that they’d been custom-made for her – it would’ve been impossible for a grown-up to close them around his or her wrists.

A humm announced that the machine that controlled the elevation of the manacles had started again, and soon her arms were pulled up over her head. She felt a painful wrenching sensation in her shoulders as her arms were stretched above her to the limit, forcing her feet to gradually leave the floor. When her toes were only just barely touching the ground, the machine stopped, leaving most of her weight resting on the manacles. Fortunately, she was still a lithe and svelte girl, so the weight wasn’t really all that great – but the growing pain in her wrists, arms, and shoulders nonetheless started her sobbing quietly, her head slumping forwards so that her long, black hair fell down like a curtain in front of her face.

Then Daddy was standing in front of her. He gathered her hair and threw it back over her shoulders, between her tautly-stretched arms, and then proceeded to let his hands rub slowly over her body. Usually, it would have been a gentle caress, but in this precarious position, every gentle push caused her feet to loose contact with the ground entirely, putting further pressure on her arms. He ignored her intensifying sobs as he lightly rubbed her erect nipples, before sliding his hand down between her legs to feel the wetness – and indeed, she WAS wet. On one level or another, she was getting off on both the pain, and the promise of worse punishment yet to come. Then, with a light grin, he ran his hand over the area right above her pussy, pushing gently at the soft skin. He felt the hardness below, and nodded knowingly when she gasped. He’d been expecting that.

Turning away from her, he walked over to a rack of unusual clothing that was hanging from the wall. It held both a large selection of classic bondage-hood, as well as an archetypal ‘gimp-suit’ which, she noticed, was far too small for an adult to fit in… however, what he picked out of the rack was a tiny piece of black latex, too tiny to even be a G-string… it was oddly x-shaped, and she couldn’t figure out what it was for. She knew, however, that she was about to find out.

Returning to her, he bent down and lifted on of her feet off of the floor, ignoring her whimper of pain, and slipped her leg through one of the holes in the panty-shaped object, and then did the same with her other leg. Looking down, she could now see the idea of it – it was just like a G-string, but completely lacked a bottom – two tiny strings went out from the front and centre, to connect to the back a good ways from each other. What the point was of having a pair of panties that didn’t cover either her pussy or her ass, however, she couldn’t figure out. There were, however, a patch of solid black at the top centre of the front…

Daddy pulled the panties up briskly, making sure that the strings went on either side of her pussy, even as he released the elastic waistband over her hips. The material was tight enough to ensure that it wasn’t going anywhere, and she gasped as said tightness caused something hard and sharp to jab painfully into the sensitive skin right above her pussy. The pain was relieved when Daddy kneeled down and pulled the stamp-sized front of the panties out from her body, and as she looked down inside them, she could barely make out a tiny plastic tab attached to the inside of it – as well as a small hole right above it. She was still trying to puzzle out the purpose of this cryptic piece of clothing when Daddy solved the riddle for her.

With one hand, he spread her outer labia wide open, and with the other, he carefully guided the small tab towards an equally tiny hole, right above her pussy – her urethra, or pee-hole as she’d called it before Daddy’s lessons in sexual anatomy had taught her the scientific name. Starring in disbelieve, she saw Daddy carefully apply a tiny drop of lubrication to the tiny tab, before pushing it firmly into her peehole. The tab wasn’t much more than 2 millimetres across, but needless to say, she’d never had ANYTHING up there before, and the stretching sensation was unusual and decidedly unpleasant…

The tab was slightly cone-shaped, and as daddy released the fabric of the panties entirely, she felt the tightness of the material force it into her, solidly sealing her urethra as she realised the purpose of the contraption. Her pee-hole was effectively corked, and she felt quite certain that no matter how much she pressed, she wouldn’t be able to force more than a few drops past the plug. And yet, her pussy and ass remained almost entirely uncovered… although the solid fabric DID cover the area right above her pussy, where her tiny but ultra-sensitive clit resided. Daddy usually enjoyed playing with it a lot… unusual for him to close it off. Then, as she felt him move the panties around slightly – causing a strange, stirring sensation in her pee-hole – she remembered the hole right above the plug…

Reaching one finger under the panties, he pulled her clitoral hood back to reveal the sensitive hub of nerves. Then, he carefully guided it towards the hole in the latex as he eased it back into place – a rather delicate operation that took him 3 tries to get right. Finally, however, he did it, and the tightness of the panties did their work, holding the clitoral hood back, and exposing the clit to the air through the hole. The nub, however, was small enough that some vigorous movement might easily cause it to slip back under the latex cover, and he knew that there’d be plenty of vigorous movement tonight… smirking slightly at the thought, he pulled a simple clamp out of a pocket.

It was really just a pair of three-centimetres-long, very thin, gently rounded metal rods, connected at both ends by a pair of tiny screws that could be used to force them together. Vina’s whimpers turned into loud sobs as she saw the device, but he ignored it and placed the opened clamp around her minuscule clit. Slowly, he tightened the screws at both sides, demonstrating that despite his age, he’d lost none of his manual dexterity – the screws were really quite tiny. As the bars closed on her unprotected clit, the sobs became a sort of constant, low-intensity wailing, occasionally broken by a panicked intake of air. Bit by bit, the rods closed on each other, and soon he could see them gently bending around the hard nub in the middle. He closed the screws a bit more, and watched with interest as the restricted blood-flow caused the clitoris to slowly swell up and grow dark red. Then, fairly certain that the clamp wouldn’t fall off easily, he stood up again. The clamp was considerably wider than the hole that he’d pulled her clitoris though, so now there were no way for it to slip back in. And of course, the clamp itself would provide a constant discomfort while also increasing the sensitivity of her clit. To test it, he rubbed one finger over the engorged protrusion, watching with a smile as she bucked and gasped, her feet lifting off of the floor on their own accord. He was careful not to touch it again – he didn’t want to give her any real stimulation. Yet.

As he walked back to the shelves, Vina hung limply from the manacles, gasping for breath as she tried to adjust to the new sensation in her crotch. Daddy had used clamps on her a few times before, though never directly on her clit… it was quite painful, but the sensation that had radiated from her pussy when Daddy had touched her swollen clit, had made it clear that there was a lot of potential pleasure in it, too.

Daddy returned with a pair of nipple-clamps – simple alligator-clamps, with teeth that had been mercifully dulled with soft plastic. They still stung painfully as he attached one to each of her rock-hard nipples, however, and as he released them, she noticed that they both had small weight attached. Dangling freely, the smallest movement from her sent them swinging wildly, tugging on the clamps and creating a familiar mix of pain and pleasure as one of her erogenous zones were assaulted.

She was not surprised to see Daddy take a few steps back to admire his handiwork – he often did that, giving her the feeling that he was somehow archiving the image mentally for later recall. She was, however, surprised when he walked over to the control-panel on the wall and pressed the down-button, lowering the manacles and allowing her feet to touch the ground once more. Could that really be it? Sure, the peehole penetration and clit-clamp was new, but she’d certainly been punished worse for much lesser infractions. There had to be more to it. And yet, now he was opening the manacles, letting her arms down. They’d gone numb from being suspended over her head for so long, and as the blood flowed back into them, the prickling sensation made her grimace.

“Follow me.” Daddy ordered sharply, and walked out of the room. As before, she followed him unquestioningly. Once they were out in the hallway and the door to the playroom shut behind them, however, she felt her heartbeat quicken. This was a lot worse than before, when she’d just had to walk through the house naked – now, she was naked AND decorated with the nipple-clamps and that weird G-string that was so lewdly showing off her clit. Still, however, there wasn’t any signs of any wandering servants. Deciding not to look a gift horse in the mouth , she kept her eyes to the floor as they walked, trying not to pay too much attention to the weights swinging from her nipples, or the gentle caress of the air against her swollen clit. She had a strong feeling that if she just let herself go and enjoy it, she’d soon be leaving spots on the carpet as a testament to her growing arousal. And if she did that, Daddy would most likely punish her further for staining the expensive rugs…

She soon realised that they were heading for the dining-room… would Daddy punish her by forcing her to watch while he ate, knowing that she was growing quite hungry by now? Unlikely, she decided. Just wasn’t his style. But then why? Well, the dining-room was one of the biggest rooms in the mansion, so there could be any number of reasons…

Her intelligent young mind was rapidly evaluating the many possible reasons for going to the dining-room, and even as they reached the large double-doors, a single possibility stood out as the most likely one… however, she didn’t have time to think the thought through to the end before the doors swung open.

She felt all the blood draining from her face, leaving her pale as a ghost, as she saw what was in the dining-room… the large tables had been pushed up against the walls, and a small, padded box was placed in the centre of the room. That, however, was not what nearly caused her to faint. The thing that made her heart skip several beats as she froze like a statue in the doorway, was the fact that the entire male staff of the mansion was standing around the edge of the room. All the men she’d had sex with were here – and several that she hadn’t. And they were all looking at her, as she stood naked before them… several of them were sporting hard-ons that were clearly visible through their pants, including the Butler, whose huge dong made a clear outline against the crotch of his pants.

“Vina!” said Daddy sharply, snapping her out of the trance. Shifting her eyes away from the crowd of black men surrounding her, she saw that he was pointing at the padded box at the centre of the room. Her face, which had previously been pale as a corpse, was now suffused with blood, glowing bright red as she blushed furiously. Her entire body was shaking as opposing impulses fought within her – one side of her wanted to run away as fast as she could, to hide her nakedness from all these men, and the other side wanted to obey Daddy and show him that she was a good girl…

One sharp look from Daddy, however, decided the match. She couldn’t disobey him, she just couldn’t… hanging her head in shame, she let her hair conceal her face once more, and walked haltingly across the floor to the box in the centre of the room. Behind her, she heard the double-doors slam shut. They probably weren’t locked, but there was nonetheless significant symbolism in it. She was beyond the point where running was an option.

Reaching the box, her curiosity won out over her embarrassment, and she studied it closely. It wasn’t a simple wooden box that had just been padded to make it more comfortable – it was clearly designed and built for exactly the purpose it was about to be put to. It wasn’t very wide, and would only support her midsection, allowing her chest to hang over the front, while her pelvis extended beyond the back. A set of padded cuffs were attached to both the front and the back, the rear set spaced far apart to keep the subject’s legs spread wide – the subject, in this case, being her. The back end was also noticeably higher than the front, which would undoubtedly provide a better angle of penetration, and below it, between the leg-straps, was a wide metal bowl, obviously designed to capture anything that may otherwise stain the floor…

With a whimper, she kneeled down in front of the box and leaned over it. Behind her, she heard several of the men near the door jeering and shouting what she presumed were obscenities – at least, it sounded that way from the tone. Daddy ignored them, however, as he walked over and kneeled next to her. While he calmly placed her wrists and ankles in the designated cuffs, locking them in place, he spoke in a level voice. “Since the entire staff has now been tested for sexually transferred diseases anyway, I see no reason not to give you an opportunity to get your fill of their sexual services. All of them were most eager to help, too.” She only answered with a slight whimper, as he proceeded to unveil a feature of the box that she hadn’t noticed before – a compartment in the side was opened, and from it he pulled something that looked like a headband with a thin chain attached to it – a chain that split in two halfway down. Brushing her hair back over her shoulders, he attached it firmly around her forehead, and then proceeded to pull back on the chain. Her head was forced as far backwards as it could go, and then she heard a pair of clicks as the two ends were attached to anchoring-points on either side of her torso. The headband effectively forced her to look forwards instead of downwards, and in doing so removed her final defence… now, there was nothing stopping her from seeing the display unfolding in front of her.

All the men lined up against the walls were removing their clothes, displaying various degrees in size, colour and hardness as they unveiled their fuck-tools. Any hopes she’d entertained that it was all a big joke, an idle thread from Daddy, were rapidly vanishing. She was bound down, helplessly restricted, her ass high in the air with her pussy fully exposed to the world – and, considering the precarious position that her head had been locked in, her mouth probably wouldn’t be barred either.

Out the corner of her eyes, she could see Daddy sitting down in a comfy-looking chair, with a bottle of wine and a glass on a table within convenient reach. He poured himself a glass of the blood-red fluid, and leaned back to watch the show as the circle of men tightened around his helpless daughter. She would learn a lesson tonight – an expensive lesson, but an important one, too.

She heard footsteps approach from behind. It was about to begin. She whimpered in fear and embarrassment, but nothing more – she knew that screaming or crying out loudly would only anger Daddy further. When she felt a pair of fingers probing at her exposed pussy, however, she only barely restrained herself from crying out. The fingers were thick and rough, but slid easily over her smoothly hairless slit. The man behind her make some sort of rude commend, probably about the fact that she was still dripping wet after being teased by Daddy in the playroom, and the other men around her laughed loudly in response. Then, she heard him kneel down behind her, and felt something much wider than his fingers press against her pussy…

She gritted her teeth as the bulbous dickhead started forcing her outer lips apart. It was big… bigger than anything she’d ever had up there. He definitely wasn’t one of the servants she’d previously screwed. So intensely did she concentrate on not screaming out as she was stretched wider than ever before, that she didn’t noticed the man approaching her head before his fat dong bumped up against her lips. She briefly considered simply not opening her mouth, but what with the way her head was locked in place, there were dozens of ways he could force her mouth open… and so, while still grimacing at the spreading pain in her groin, she obediently opened her mouth and allowed him access.

As far as she could judge, he was somewhat smaller than the guy behind her… perhaps all for the better, though. With her head locked in place, she couldn’t really suck him off properly – it was less of a blowjob, and more of a mouth-fuck. His cockhead bumped against the roof of her mouth, and then pushed against the back of her throat. Having given up any idea of resisting, she relaxed her throat and allowed him to force his shaft past her tonsils and straight down her throat. Even though she couldn’t give him a proper blowjob, she applied as much suction as was possible, and it apparently worked – at least judging from the way he moaned. He started flexing his hips, pumping in and out of her mouth, causing a stinging pain in the back of her mouth ever time he slid in and out of her throat. It was a good thing she had so much experience in cocksucking, or her gag-reflex would’ve gone nuts…

Adjusting her breathing to the movements of the dick in her mouth, she drew in large gulps of air through her nose whenever her throat was clear. She was already getting winded – getting fucked was hard work, she’d noticed, and the large number of excited bodies closing in around her had raised the ambient temperature a great deal – if her mouth hadn’t been otherwise occupied, she would’ve been panting like a dog. Like a bitch in heat, even… as little as she liked to admit it to herself, she was starting to get off on the large cock which had now buried itself to the root in her pussy – the way Daddy had been teasing her in the playroom, she was hungry for any kind of stimulation, and the sheer girth of the intruder insured that she was feeling plenty of delicious friction.

With a large cock deep in both mouth and pussy, she felt somewhat like a spit-roast chicken, and with the way the sweat was running down her smooth skin, you’d think she was, indeed, suspended over an open fire… she blinked rapidly to clear the sweat out of her eyes, while the man in front of her started jabbing faster into her mouth. With a groan, he thrust all the way into her throat, shaking slightly as he shot ropes of whitish cum directly into her stomach. He came for almost thirty seconds, and for that duration, his cock blocked her windpipe entirely.

As he finally pulled out, she gasped for air like a freshly-landed fish, having come rather close to blacking out. Briefly, she wondered if Daddy would stop the whole thing if she actually fainted. He probably would, actually. But if she deliberately made herself black out by not breathing correctly during the next throat-fuck, she’d effectively be cheating her way out of the punishment that Daddy had selected for her. And she couldn’t disobey Daddy…

Thus, as the man in front of her was replaced by another, slightly better-equipped one, she took a deep breath and opened her mouth to receive him. His cock tasted of salty sweat. Hopefully, this one would cum in her mouth instead of her throat – even under these circumstances, she’d relish a taste of the bittersweet fluid…

During all of this, the man behind her had been fucking her slowly and steadily, obviously taking his time to enjoy her super-tight young snatch – but the murmur around him indicated that the others waiting in line for the use of her pussy were getting impatient, and with a sigh, he sped up his pace, jabbing hard and fast for a few seconds before he stiffened and shot his load into her womb. As he roughly pulled his dick out, a dribble of cum followed – she could hear it as much as feel it, hitting the metal bowl beneath her pussy. The next in line wasted no time in pushing the first guy aside, and kneeling down to thrust his own, rock-hard rod into her. As she felt the veiny surface glide past her cum-stained inner labia, she idly wondered how they’d decided who went first… a raffle? Maybe they’d pulled names from a hat…

Whether it was because he lacked the patience of the first guy, or just because he was a considerate fellow who didn’t want to keep his friends waiting longer than necessary, she didn’t know – but he was thrusting with full strength and full speed from the beginning. Her tight slit hadn’t fully closed after the previous occupant had vacated the area, and with the combined lubrication of a cum-load and her free-flowing pussy-juice, he went all the way to the bottom in a single plunge, despite his greater size. His powerful thrusts shook her petite body, sending shockwaves through her every time his hips collided with her asscheeks – if she hadn’t been strapped down so efficiently, she’d have been thrown forwards off of the box in short order. Then again, the fact that there was a guy in front of her with his cock buried to the hilt in her throat would’ve probably prevented that, too. The jostling did, however, cause the weights attached to her nipple-clamps to swing wildly, generating yet more pleasure and pain…

The guy at her face was, like his predecessor, taking advantage of her head’s position to enjoy a throat-fuck. The inside of her throat was already starting to feel raw, and out the side of her eyes, she could see that there were still a dozen or so guys waiting in line to use her mouth… the enormity of the ordeal in front of her was only now starting to filter through to her, and she whimpered slightly as the large cock forged past her tonsils yet again.

The furious pace of the man behind her ensured that he was done even before the guy at her head, and soon a second load of cum was injected into her womb. She could actually feel it now – her womb, that is – being stretched by the quantities of cum injected into it. The size of the cock insured a tight seal, so the cumload had nowhere to go, and was thus inflating her womb like a balloon. As soon as he pulled out, however, it deflated, causing a minor waterfall of jizz to hit the bowl beneath her ass. It must’ve looked fairly spectacular, ‘cause the men behind her cheered and laughed loudly. She blushed at the reaction, although it was unlikely that anybody noticed – her skin was already flushed with desire and heat.

Unable to turn her head, she couldn’t see that the next man to position himself behind her was the gardener – one of the staff-members she’s previously enjoyed fucking, due to his dick being fairly thin, but quite long. She’d often thought to herself that there had to be some sort of connection between a man’s build and his dick – the Butler was tall, broad-shouldered and massive, and the gardener was very tall and thin. However, while she’d had sex with him before, this time was subtly different – in the position, namely. When having sex with the staff, she’d usually enjoyed taking a somewhat dominant position – after all, she wasn’t there to satisfy their desires, she was simply taking what she wanted from them. Thus, she’d never tried ‘doggy style’ with him, or any of the others…

This would’ve probably been insignificant, if it hadn’t been for another all-but-forgotten detail: The ‘bottomless’ G-string panties she was still wearing. The gardener, being a tall and long-legged man, was also taller kneeling down than either of the other two that had so far dumped their load in her pussy… thus, as he pushed his dick into her, he did so at a different, steeper angle than they had. This angle ensured that his cockhead first bounced into, then slid along, her full bladder. A shockwave of unexpected and unfamiliar pain swept through her, causing her to strain futilely against the restraints. It was a whole new kind of stretching pain, her full bladder being thus jostled, and with the panties ‘plug’ blocking her urethra, she could do nothing but endure it – even as she reflexively tried to pee, the tight-fitting plug held fast, and not a drop escaped.

The gardener was, of course, blissfully unaware of the discomfort he was inflicting on her with every thrust, merely enjoying the soft embrace of her pussy as he had several times before – albeit lacking some of its customary tightness, thanks to his better-equipped colleagues going before him. He’s personally suggested that they go in ascending order of thickness, but the idea had been doomed from the start – nobody was willing to support it, since that would be the same as admitting to having a small dick.

Even as she was trying to cope with this new dimension of pain, the man at her head pulled his dick out of her gasping mouth. A split second later, he came, spraying strings of sticky sperm all over her face, including into her still-open mouth, where she savoured the taste despite the otherwise unpleasant conditions. Besides, she hadn’t had much to eat all day, and the cum-loads helped to fill her empty stomach…

Time passed, and one after another, the men took their turn. They came deep in her throat, in her mouth, all over her face… some of the men who had a go at her pussy also pulled out before cumming, spraying her ass-cheeks or sending the warm fluids slithering down her back. She didn’t know whether they did so on their own accord, or if Daddy had specifically ordered them to make a ‘Bukkake’ scene, but either way, her skin was gradually being covered with sticky jizz, which her constant flow of sweat prevented from going dry and flaky.

Some of the taller guys had the same effect as the gardener, punishing her bladder. Others widened her throat and pussy to so-far unknown size, pushing her young body to the limits and then some. Particularly memorable was the Butler, who unsurprisingly took the opportunity to sample her young pussy. Quite possibly the best-equipped man of the lot, he hadn’t managed to get more than half of his shaft inside her, and even that had caused such agony that a long scream had vibrated up her throat, providing the fortunate fellow enjoying her mouth at that point, with the most spectacular orgasm of his life – he had, of course, also prevented much of any sound from actually escaping her.

Nearly two hours passed… most of the men came back for seconds, usually at the opposite orifice to the one they had taken the first time. Several came back for thirds. Refreshments and snacks had been set up on the tables along the walls, and the men not occupying her at any given moment, spent their time there, eating, drinking, and laughing loudly about the whole thing. Meanwhile, she had been reduced to a truly pitiful sight, virtually every square inch of her skin covered in sperm, her hair a mess of it as well… her pussy was sagging wide open, even when it was not occupied, and cum seemed to run from it in a constant, slow stream, which turned into a very audible dribble if her cunt was left unoccupied for a while. The bowl underneath it was full to the point of overflowing, and even though she couldn’t see it, the white fluid was stained rosy-pink by the occasional fleck of blood – the tender skin of her pussy had been stretched a bit too far in places, resulting in tiny tears. The stinging that resulted from the salty sperm entering those tears would’ve usually caused some mild discomfort, but at that point, her sensory network had been overloaded by countless orgasms and a dozen different kinds of pain…

She didn’t feel hungry, either. Her stomach was straining against the padded box underneath her, filled with dozens of cum-loads. The fact that her womb was filled to overflowing with cum as well, and that her bladder was even more painfully stretched than when the ordeal had started, also contributed to her entire midsection feeling like it was about to burst wide open.

Nobody had fucked her for a few minutes… she tried to open her eyes. She’d closed them a while ago, to avoid getting cum in them, and her eyelashes had practically been glued together by the following loads. It took some doing, but after about a minute, she managed to pull the lashes apart, opening her eyes for the first time in over an hour. Looking around the room as much as the headband allowed, she saw that most of the men had left – a few were still standing around at the snack-tables, chatting, and Daddy was still sitting in his high-backed chair with a bottle of wine that was now nearly empty. He wasn’t making any move to get up, though – was he merely leaving her there for a bit in case one of the remaining men decided to have one last go at either one of her stretched-open, cum-packed holes? Or…

The sound of the door behind her opening suggested that the ‘or’ was probably a pretty good guess. Maybe there were actually still some staff-members left who hadn’t had a go at her, and who were only now arriving to the party? The fact that she was presenting her cum-dripping, wide-open pussy to whoever had just entered hardly touched her mind. Instead, another thought was trying to pierce through the fog of pain and pleasure that hung over her consciousness like a London pea soup. A sound… a familiar sound, that didn’t seem to fit into the context. A click-clack, pad-pad kind of sound.

If she hadn’t been so exhausted from the hour-long gang-bang, she would’ve probably realised what the sound was immediately. As it was, however, she didn’t recognise it until it entered her field of vision. “Dragon..?” she mumbled, jaw sore from being held open for so long. The sound of his well-trimmed claws on the floor, that was what she’d heard. He looked happy to see her, smiling as broadly as ever as his tongue lashed out and licked her face by way of hello. He didn’t seem to mind the taste of the caked cum, but then again, he’d been known to spend considerable amounts of time licking his own ass…

Once again, her dazed state prevented her from instantly figuring out what was going on… even as she felt a soft blanket being laid across her back, her mind didn’t quite click. In fact, it wasn’t until Dragon trotted around to her behind, and licked across her sore pussy a few times, that she understood what was going to happen. Her eyes, half-closed from fatigue, opened wide in shock, and her mouth opened in a protest that she never managed to gather the air to shout… Dragon, it seemed, didn’t believe in foreplay, and in a single jump, he was on her back. His weight forced the air out of her lungs, and caused her over-filled stomach to rumble unpleasantly. She felt his tool stab at her groin rapidly, lightly hitting the area around her pussy without quite connecting. A few times, it even caught in her asscrack, sliding up along it…

For a few desperate moments, she figured that he’d just give up, unable to guide his dick into her like the men had done. But as she well knew, Dragon was a very smart dog. After a few minutes of futile stabbing, he apparently calmed down, and carefully inched his rear legs closer to her thighs, now pushing deeply and slowly. His dick slid down between her thighs a few times, and then suddenly hit the mark, sinking into her pussy. She was surprised at the heat… it felt so hot inside her… but she hardly had time to feel it before he pulled out again. He was fairly well-equipped for a dog, but her pussy had just been stretched out by a dozen men or more, including the butler and his arm-sized cock… apparently, he didn’t even realise that he’d actually hit the mark for a moment there.

Hardly aware that she was doing it, she moaned. While a part of her was still shocked by the thought of being fucked by a dog, another part of her couldn’t help but feel a certain excitement. The weight resting on her back, the warm body covering hers, the rough fur rubbing over her smooth skin, the panting above her… and that cock behind her, which seemed to be radiating heat as if Dragon’s veins were flowing with molten lava instead of blood. Hardly aware of the thought, she nonetheless felt a powerful urge to have it inside her again…

He made a couple of more stabs, hitting her pussy once more, sliding in all the way to the bottom, and causing her to moan lustily again… she was hardly aware that the men that still remained in the room had now gathered around her again, watching, laughing, pointing, and exchanging jokes. Her eyes were still open, but covered with a feverish sheen, seeing nothing. Once again, he slid into her, and she felt her outer labia hit the knot at the base of his cock – a feature she was dimly aware of from earlier biology-lessons – before being pulled out again. She groaned, pushing back against him as much as her restraints would allow, generating even more raucous laughter from the assembled men.

Then, on his next attempt, it happened… his height, her position, and his well-lubricated, pointy-headed cock, all conspired as he stabbed his scorching-hot cock directly into her virgin asshole. Shock, pain, and a whole new feeling of pleasure raced through her body at once. She knew about anal sex, of course – Daddy’s in-depth sex-ed classes had covered a lot of variants – but she’d never tried it. Daddy had said that she was still too young, and needed to grow a bit more before loosing her last remaining virginity. But apparently, nobody had told Dragon. Having finally found a tight orifice, he barked happily and thrust forwards again, wanting to be sure that he didn’t loose his mark again. Half of his candy-apple-red cock disappeared into her hole, bringing the widest point of his shaft to her sphincter, and stretching it even further. She bucked under him, but he was used to bitches doing that, and didn’t slacken his hold as his rear legs danced closer to her behind, giving him the leverage he needed to thrust the rest of the way inside…

The final inches of his cock vanished into her ass, and a noise somewhere in between a drawn-out moan and a scream cut short emerged from her cum-stained lips. It felt so hot in her ass, like someone had shoved a red-hot steel rod into her… and it was every bit as stiff and hard as steel, too. All the feelings running circles around her young mind were confusing… there was the pain from having her asshole stretched so widely, so suddenly and unexpectedly – but it was countered by the fact that Daddy had long since taught her to enjoy pain, under certain circumstances. There was the disgust and shock at being fucked by a dog, countered by her submissive tendencies shivering in pleasure at the feeling of being dominated by such a powerful, literally bestial, male. And then there was that whole new flavour of pleasure – Anal Sex. Her sphincter stretched open, her innards filled with a hot cock, a feeling of fullness she’d never experienced before, and already she knew that she loved it.

And then Dragon started to move…

His fat cock was self-lubricating, yet another quality that humans lacked, and his occasional dives into Vina’s pussy had additionally coated it with her amply-flowing pussy-juices and the slippery sperm of her previous lovers. Despite the extreme tightness of the virgin anus – further accentuated by the small frame and youth of the girl – he was able to slide in and out with relative ease. He took it easy at first, not wanting to risk ‘dropping out’ again, making long, slow strokes to figure out just how deep he could get away with making his thrusts. The fact that every stroke he made caused the thin body beneath him to shiver, was something he hardly noticed. He did notice that her continuous moans were quite different from the panting that his bitches usually made, but that wasn’t important. He was hard, he was ready, and he had a tight hole to deposit his cum into – it was just a matter of following his instincts, which was something he was quite good at.

Vina had received so many orgasms during the past two hours, that it may have been more accurately described as a two-hour climax with occasional pauses. But what she felt building inside her now was different – her first anal orgasm. It was still the familiar waves of blinding pleasure, but it was an entirely different flavour. Moaning lustfully, she bucked under the heavy beast, thrusting her ass back at him, trying to get his cock deeper. The pain was still there, but it was drowned out by the pleasure – in fact, it merely served to add a sharp edge to it, making it more real somehow. Dragon barked happily – he obviously enjoyed having such a compliant bitch underneath him.

He was also somewhat uncertain, however. A lot of things were unusual about this bitch. The angle, for starters, and more importantly the difficulty involved in getting inside her. He needed to get up to speed before he could cum in her, but he didn’t want to risk dropping out… thus, there was one obvious solution. He subtly shifted his pose, crouching deeper over her, so that his muzzle was practically buried in her raven-black hair, and started thrusting harder, putting his not-inconsiderable weight behind his cock.

The heavy thrusts rocked her young body, pushing her against the restraints, and sending her even higher, even closer to the inevitable climax. Soon, she was breathing in sync with the thrusts, the air forced from her lungs every time he poured his bestial strength into her. She felt something hard and hot bounce against her widely-stretched and highly-sensitive sphincter… smashing into it, harder and harder… pushing it open a bit… it was the knot, she realised. The idea that he was trying to force that huge lump into her would’ve ordinarily terrified her, but now, her only thought was that it would enable him to push a couple of more inches of fiery-hot cock into her intestines. Pushing her ass back against his invading shaft, she tried to consciously loosen her anus, trying to let him in…

Feeling that he was making progress, he redoubled his efforts. The tight ring of her sphincter was giving, now, spreading wider to accommodate him. Still not enough to let the widest part of his knot pass, but he was getting there. He lengthened his thrusts as far as he dared, in order to get a better ‘run-up’, and was soon plunging nearly his entire 5-inch length into her with every thrust.

Her ass felt like it was on fire. She’d never had more than a finger inside her ass before, and hardly more than five minutes had passed since it had been introduced to a 1½-inch thick doggie-dick – and now it was being forced to stretch even further apart to accommodate his huge knot. The tender flesh was afire with pain, but somehow, it just felt like the perfect addition to the burning hot cock buried inside her. Wider and wider it stretched…

Then, finally, the sphincter gave in. For a split second, it was stretched to the tearing-point around his more than 2 inches thick knot, before it could blissfully close on the other side. In the same instant, two more inches of virgin ass was spread around the tip of his cock, as it finally entered her to the root. His tapered cockhead bounced up against the wall of her intestines as it reached a sharp turn, having literally filled her to the absolute limit.

Vina’s eyes and mouth were wide-open in a silent scream as the pain washed over her – she felt as if she’d been split apart at the seams, and would presently fall over to both sides of the box. His knot felt unbelievably huge inside her, like a cannonball pushing against her insides. A cannonball that had just been taken off of a raging fire, judging by the heat radiating from it… and it felt like it was actually swelling further within her…

Sure enough, now that he had his knot nestled wholly inside the bitch, he was finally certain that his cock would stay inside of her until he had blown his wad, and a bit after that, just to make sure that his virile cum had plenty of time to do its job. And so, his knot swelled to its full size, locking him safely within her. The 2-inch ball grew to nearly 3 inches in width, ensuring that – come hell or high water – it would STAY inside that warm, tight orifice, until he had done what nature commanded.

The feeling of fullness was like nothing she’d ever experienced before… even when the butler had forced half of his huge cock inside her, it hadn’t felt like this. Dragon wasn’t just in her, he filled her up completely, making her his bitch, dominating her completely. She was tied to him until he let her go, his cock locked to her ass more surely than any rope, chain or lock could have done it. The silent scream, that had started when her ass was stretched beyond its limits, ended as suddenly as it had started, and she closed her mouth and eyes with a shudder. Her pose changed subtly as her muscles relaxed and her head stopped straining against the headband. She wasn’t fighting anymore, merely submitting her body to the rutting desire of the beast on her back, an unresisting receptacle for his cum. She knew that even once he was done, even after she’d been untied, she’d always be his bitch – and anytime he required her services as a bitch to his desires, she’d comply unquestioningly.

With his huge knot now safely nestled inside this pleasantly compliant bitch, Dragon could finally stop holding back – the powerful muscles in his haunches tightened, and without wasting time on a slow acceleration or similarly dramatic build-up, he gave it everything he had. His hindquarters became a blur as he fucked her with a speed that would’ve been impossible without the safe anchoring point of his knot. Each thrust was little more than one or two inches in length, but the ‘rate of fire’ was approximately equal to that of a full-automatic assault-rifle. The friction generated thus, despite the plentiful lubrication, added to the fact that his cock was already several degrees hotter than her own internal temperature, made her ass feel as if it was in immediate risk of spontaneous combustion.

The feeling was literally indescribable. No human male could ever have hoped to achieve anything approaching the pacing that Dragon was putting out, and only an Olympic-level athlete would have had the stamina to even try. Vina whimpered, her whole body shaking under the force of the furious assault, and silently blessed the presence of the padded box underneath her – it was the only thing that kept her from collapsing on the floor in a quivering heap. The anal orgasm, which had been pushed back somewhat by the sudden burst of mind-numbing pain when Dragon’s knot had entered her ass, was now rapidly rising within her again, washing away all other considerations. It was like a rising tide in a sea of pleasure, heading towards the point where it would flow over the dam, covering everything. She desired it more than anything, and it was not long in coming…

Dragon did not know – or care – that he was inflicting more pleasure on the girl below him than she had ever dreamed of feeling. The furious fucking was merely the stimulation he needed to get his rocks off, which was something his instincts told him that he should do as often as possible. Now that he was finally thrusting at the rate he was accustomed to, it didn’t take many minutes for him to reach the necessary point, either, and as suddenly as the machine-gun fuck had started, it ended. Thrusting his swollen member in as deeply as it would go, he raised his large head in a howl befitting someone of his ancestry, and pumped his load into the warm, dark ass of the shivering girl…

The hot cum felt like lava pouring into her. The force of the spurts was so great, that she actually felt her intestine sting where the jet of white sperm hit it, before pouring around the sharp bend that his cock had not managed to traverse. Spurt after spurt filled her, and with his knot fulfilling its purpose of effectively corking her ass, it all flowed deep inside of her – in her mind, at least, flowing all the way up into her stomach, to mingle with the gallons of cum she’d swallowed during the earlier gang-bang. It was the final straw for her, and she fell headfirst into her first true anal orgasm. Every muscle in her body seized up, forcing a squirt of cum out of her pussy, and closing her ass around Dragon’s cock like a vise, causing him to yelp in surprise. Her eyes rolled back into her head, unseeing, as she was blinded by the fireworks exploding across her retinas.

Through the entire, hour-long ordeal, she’d been silent. Even though she’d experienced humiliation and pain unlike anything else she’d felt in her young life, she had never made a sound louder than a simple moan. Now, however, a shattering scream of pure, undiluted pleasure echoed to the rafters of the huge room, leaving no doubt in those around her that she was enjoying every second of Dragon’s attention.

The orgasm persisted for over a minute, as Dragon continued to cum inside her, every last drop being wrung out of him as her ass pulsated around his cock, milking it for all it was worth. But eventually, it receded, and she collapsed against the padded box, completely spent, completely exhausted, on the brink of unconsciousness. Dragon, also somewhat winded by the furious ride, also relaxed, leaving his not inconsiderable weight resting squarely on her back as he panted loudly.

She hadn’t quite passed out, though, and as a gentle hand caressed her forehead, pushing sweat-and-cum-soaked curls away, her eyes flickered and finally opened, showing her the smiling face of Daddy. “There, there, love… it’s over now.” He said comfortingly. “It’ll take a bit longer before Dragon calms down enough to pull out, however, so while we wait for that, I’d like you to understand what it meant. Now, I can understand that an old man like me can’t keep up with the appetites of a young and active lady like you… but having you dally with the servants is simply too risky, both due to the risk of sexually transferred diseases, and eventually, unintended pregnancies. In fact, I’d rather have you spend your excess energy on Dragon here… he is as good and faithful a friend as anyone could ask for, and a loyal protector. His stamina is also nigh-infinite, and obviously, there’s no risk involved in mating with him. Should he, alone, also prove insufficient for keeping you occupied, there’s a number of guard-dogs on the estate that could help. They’d need some basic training first, but that doesn’t take long.”

He nodded a bit to himself, and then sighed. “And if you MUST dally with the servants, just for the sake of variety or something, at LEAST make sure they use protection…” Still halfway asleep, she could only mumble “Yes, Daddy…” but his words did penetrate, and she knew that she’d soon have to make a trip down to the pen where they kept the guard-dogs, to see if any of them were particularly cute… and more importantly, since she apparently had Daddy’s blessing to have as much sex with Dragon as she wanted to, she had to find out if his cum was as tasty as human sperm… judging from the squishy feeling of her insides, he certainly came loads.

Daddy spent the next couple of minutes removing the various restraints that had held her down firmly, including the headband, the nipple-clamps and the miniature vise attached to her clit. Her limbs felt stiff after being held in place for so long, her neck doubly so, but she was still young and limber, so while a grown person would’ve been halfway crippled for days, she’d be as fresh as a fish after a good night’s sleep. Several more minutes passed in silence, before Dragon finally yawned and rose from her back, swinging one leg over her – thus leaving them standing ass-to-ass. She could vaguely feel that he was shrinking inside her, not just the knot, but his entire shaft was rapidly deflating. After spending another couple of minutes just standing there, he gently moved forwards, testing the firmness of his knot’s seal. Satisfied that he’d shrunk sufficiently, he took a quick step forwards, pulling his diminishing cock out of her with a loud ‘scwoop’. Vina moaned quietly, partly from the sensation of her battered asshole stretching around his now only 1½-inch thick knot, and partly from regret that the comforting, heat-radiating presence within her was now gone.

With the cork gone, a considerable quantity of thin doggy-cum streamed out her ass, splashing into the already-full bowl beneath it, causing quite a bit of it to splatter all over the floor. Her asshole, having gone from virgin to 2-inch spread less than half an hour ago, remained open, making odd, farting sounds as the angry-red flesh tried to compose itself. Daddy gave it a couple of minutes, afraid of what would happen if he pulled her upright before she’d got her sphincter under control – he’d really rather not get even MORE sperm splashed on the expensive hardwood floor – and sure enough, after a bit of time and a semi-conscious effort from Vina, the badly-stretched hole closed. He hadn’t specifically planned for this to be Vina’s introduction to anal sex, but he’d considered the possibility – he was well aware of the implications of the different angle between a bitch dog’s pussy, and a human girl. He’d basically decided to let fate – and Dragon – decide.

Gently, he picked up the lithe girl, who was rapidly loosing her last, tenuous hold on consciousness as a combination of exhaustion and taxing emotions finally took their toll, sending her into a dreamless sleep. She didn’t even wake up when he carried her to the bathroom, rinsing her down with warm water and subsequently drying her off – nor when he carefully held her over the toilet and removed the peehole-blocking panties – she emptied her bladder without stirring. With a chuckle and an inwards comment about how children could sleep straight through anything, he carried her light, damp, body into her bedroom, pulled a night-dress over her head, and tucked her in. He reminded himself to tell the cook to prepare a particularly hearty meal in the morning, since she’d probably be famished when she woke up, and then left the room, turning off the lights behind him. Then he headed towards the servant’s quarters, where the eager-to-help maids could help him get rid of the hard-on he’d been sitting around with for nearly 3 hours, since his daughter was obviously in no condition to handle it. Smiling inwards, he reminded himself to don a condom this time – wouldn’t do to maintain a double-standard, after all…

THE END