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Season 1
Episode 1 – before the light
Everyone thinks that Victoria Temple is a cute name, but I think it’s old fashioned. I saw a picture of Queen Victoria in a picture. She looked old and only dressed in black. I liked lots of colours and I was only 8 when all I am about to tell you happened.
I lived with my mom, dad and brother. Mom was like any other mom. She was nice but could be strict and was good at complaining and telling us how to be good. She liked when we made her proud. In fact at times, she expected a lot from us. She did not want us to waste our life. This means we had to look good, and we had to be very polite. It also meant that we had to make others happy in how behaved we were, and that we done well at school and what not. Mom loved us, but she also expected a lot from us!
Dad loved mom a lot, and in many ways she was like a queen that decided everything. He would go to work and sit down on his chair in a depressed matter. I think he was a bit disappointed that he failed in his life dream. He was photographer and always wanted to take pictures of major events around the world and be famous that way. It did not turn out that way as he was by now only doing weddings and schools. Looking back, I didn’t think a lot about my dad, except for someone that always looked sad and did not know what to say to me.
Then we had Kieran, my brother. He was cute in many ways, but my mother had no hopes for him. He was 11 and yet he was treated like he was a special needs child. He may not have been the smartest, but he was so kind and was like a saint. The reason why he was treated like he was handicapped was because he wet the bed and wore diapers. This does not mean he was a bad boy, but he had a problem when he slept!
Now you know a bit about my family, let’s go back to when I was 8 years old.
I just took a bath and came out to the sitting room in my birthday suit. I was naked, but I had nothing to show. I had no hair down there and I was as flat as Kieran was. Mom was busy watching “Tiaras and Toddlers on TV.”. I was hoping she would dry me, and then I could cuddle with her. I should have known better, because when she was watching these small girls at pageants. She did not even notice that I was there.
Dad noticed I was there, and told me to put some clothes on. He started giving a speech about showing my naked body at my age, and that I should have respect for my body and not seduce everyman to want to rape me. Mom looked up from her TV program and told him not to scare me. I honestly did not fully understand him. I went to my room and put panties and a nightdress on. When I went down I cuddled next to mom as she watched the pageant show.
I do not know why she was interested in the show. The girls did wear pretty clothes, but sometimes they cried because their moms were brushing their hair too hard, or spraying some tan on them or putting Vaseline on their teeth. Some moms expected their performance to be perfect.
Mom took out a photo album of her childhood pictures. She looked like a happy child all those years ago. She told me “Tiara’s and toddlers” reminded her of when she was a child. Then she showed me this catalogue page from a shop. It was her posing in a one piece swimming costume and she was also posing in panties. She told me she was 10 when she modelled, but she only done it once. She got the modelling job after she won a pageant. She loved modelling but her mom didn’t like it for some reason. Mom said it was fun that everyone in the country got the catalogue and she was famous at school for a few weeks. I asked her was it embarrassing that everyone could see her in panties? She smiled and said only her mother thought it was embarrassing. She sighed as she watched the end of the program, and said it was the best time in her childhood, when she nearly became famous.
Toddler and Tiaras was over and mom looked at me and that I had potential.
Potential?
I found out what this meant when she came in and tucked me in bed. She told me I should experience what it’s like to be in the spot light. She said that there was a pageant at the Majesty Hotel where I could participate. She was very excited when she told me and said that I could wear different clothes and dance or sing. I would be a star for 10 minutes. I laughed that is if I didn’t make a mess of it. Mom told me I had the looks and I was talented. She said it will be expensive but I should have the same experience she had. It would be something I would remember for the rest of my life.
I said I was not so sure about it.
Mom would not give up and said Mr. Gordon, the old man that lived next to us was an agent for some children that were in Hollywood and Broadway. She said she would get him to help me. He would be like a manager. I asked my mom why I needed a manager when all you had to do at pageants was to wear different outfits.
Dad was told about this the next day, and he was not at all happy. He said he did not want his daughter parading before some male judges in swimming costumes and being half naked. His voice was getting louder and louder as he said he did not want his 8 year old to be a slut. I wanted to cry as he was yelling and that made mom yell. At the end, dad could see how important it was for mom, and he sat down and mumbled she could do what she wanted. Mom continued shouting that all girls should feel like a princess at one stage in their life. She would take me to Mr. Gordon, so he could help me. She told dad that he would be the worse dad in history if he did not give me this memory. Then she started fighting with him that he never spent time with me. He did not know me.
The next day, Mom took me next door. I was wearing leggings and a tube top. He opened the door and mom asked to speak with him. He invited us in and told us to sit. Mom lost no time in telling him what her plans was. She needed him to coach me for the pageant coming up. She did not expect that I would win, but she did not want me to come in last place.
Mr. Gordon was a black man, and I could see that he was very strong. He looked like he was a boxer. He spoke with a posh accent that made him sound like a prince in England. He was a big man and he was wearing a tracksuit. I could see him listening to mom while he was staring at my belly. I knew I should have worn a normal t-shirt that covered my tommy. I swung one of my legs back and forth while I stood there and tried to pull my tube top down. Then I could see that the top of my panties were showing above the shorts. I felt like I was going to faint as I noticed that the ribbon of my panties was showing. I put down my hand to lift my shorts when I saw him shaking his head telling me not to. He told my mom that he would be my coach, but he said his was on the condition that he would be my agent if someone noticed me at the pageant. I did not know what all this meant, but years later my mom told me she agreed, because she doubted no one would notice me. He got one of his standard contracts and gave it to mom.
“Before you sign under,” he said, “Victoria is possibly the most beautiful girl I ever knew. Beauty comes with a curse as people thinks beauty is also being sexy. Victoria could go far, and there are several roads she can take. She can take the Hollywood scene or the hidden path. Her body and the fact she is submissive will help make her famous. She will have to use her body and let people see a lot of it to be famous. In signing that contract, you will have to accept things against your morality and Religion. Your daughter will be a whore to the world of show business.”
Mom did not listen to a word he said. She did not think long term. She signed and now I had a coach and agent.
The next day, I went alone to Mr. Gordon to get coaching. We spent a few hours where he told me how to walk and what to do on stage. He kept on telling me to smile and let people know I think I am having fun. I did everything he asked, even when he told me to walk in my panties and undershirt. He told me I would be wearing a bikini, so we could pretend that I had a bikini on. I smiled and walked so my bum was going from left to right. It was not good enough. He told me to stand before him. I held my breath as he rubbed his finger up and down my panties, where my slit was. I let out a moan and wanted to tell him to stop. A small whimper came out of my mouth asking him to stop, but he said I needed a camel toe. I didn’t say anymore but spread my legs and let him rub me I the most private part on my body. It felt like lightening was going through my body as he rubbed up and down the slit, pushing the panties in my slit.
I had panties on as I practiced on stage, but I felt like I was naked.
After he told me to sit on his lap and he started feeling my tummy. He told me the whole idea of pageants was to make the judges love my body and wish to feel it like he is doing. He warned me never to say no to any man that wanted to touch my body or do things with me. He explained these men could be a ticket to stardom. He was rubbing my flat nipples when he told me that I was the most beautiful girl he ever seen. He sighed as he said this will also be a curse. I was trying not to moan as his hand touched my pussy under my panties. He said that lots of men would use me, and besides the fact I was not to complain about it, I was never to tell anyone about it. His finger was now rubbing my pussy and I was breathing very hard.
He must have got tired, as at the end he just held me there as he asked questions about my family. He was surprised that dad hardly ever was with me or spoke with me. He tried explaining that my dad was playing the martyr. He had a sexy daughter and was afraid to touch me. He tried to explain that we needed Dad on my team. I really did not understand what he was saying. My mind was confused to why he molested me. I did understand him when he told me to sit on dads lap that evening and tell him how much I loved him.
That night, I was sitting beside my brother while my mom was asking me how coaching was. I told her it was fun. I did not tell her that I was molested. I told her that I done everything Mr. Gordon told me to and it was hard. Mom smiled and warned me to do as he says. My heart sunk as I knew what he wanted to do.
Dad was looking at the bill from the clothes mom ordered. He sighed and said he could but clothes for the whole family with this. I jumped up and crawled on his lap. I told dad how much I loved him. He looked puzzled and said that his children never hugged him. I gave him a kiss on the lips and said I was sorry. I would make sure he got plenty of hugs in the future. Then we just sat there, as he gave me a back rub and once in a while we gave each other a kiss. He whispered in my ear that I was so beautiful. I squirmed around on his knees, and was certain I felt his dick which was like a log. He must have noticed this and got embarrassed, and told me to go to bed. I was worried that I disappointed him.
The next day I was once again practicing at Mr. Gordon’s house. I was to sing Christina Aquila’s song called beautiful. He was shocked at how well I sang and told me I could sell millions. Then he told me to practice walking. We did this for a half an hour, where at the end he told me to get naked. I gasped as he said this, but did not argue. I slowly took off my clothes and practiced walked around naked as he looked at me. I sang, but stopped singing when I saw him take out his dick. He told me that my performance was the most important, and I should not care about how the audience looked. It was most important that they thought I was sexy and something special. He told me my body now belonged to men who will decide how much the public would see. He kept on saying to be sexy.
When I was finished with the song, he called me over. He gave me a kiss on the mouth, telling me how good I was. I let him explore my mouth as my body was both excited and yet I wanted to run. I could feel his dick poking against me, and I looked down to see what was happening. He told me that I was obviously interested in it, and told me I could hold it. I obeyed what he said and put my hand around it, thinking it was so strange. Does my father’s dick get like this? Does my brother’s dick do the same? He then told me to use my mouth. I looked at him confused and he smiled and said I was innocent. He told me to kiss his dick. I laughed at the thought of it, but could see that he was serious. I stopped laughing and knelt down and kissed the top. It was so strange. Yet I continued to kiss it, as he took the back of my head and pushed his dick in my mouth. I could feel something come out of it. He must have noticed my face and told me that it was just precum. I didn’t care what it was. It did not taste good. I was now sucking his cock, thinking it was like a huge pacifier going in and out of my mouth. Besides the stuff that slowly came out of it, it tasted pretty much like skin. He must have liked it as he was moaning and groaning, calling me a cocksucker and whore. I must admit, that I was happy that sucking his cock made him so happy. At the end, he squirted his sperm in my mouth, which made me cough and spit it out. He was not happy about that and told me that I would have to swallow in the future. I was shocked. I had to swallow that vile stuff that tasted worse than all the medicines put together! Then I realised that he said I would have to do it again!
When I came home, I just had panties on. My brother had his diaper on, and we were watching TV. Dad was groaning about something. Then he asked me if I wanted to sit on his lap. I smiled and quickly sat on his lap, feeling the log that must have been his dick under. I remember when he got mad at me for coming out to him naked. Now he was nice to me and asking how practicing went. I didn’t want to tell him that I sucked Mr. Gordon. I told him that I sang. Once in a while I would have to stop talking, as I got strange feelings when he was rubbing my back and sometimes chest. Mom heard me groan a bit and told us to get a room. I know she was joking, but dad started blushing. I expected him to get mad at mom, but he just told me it was time to go to bed.
The next day, Mr. Gordon said he would give me a massage as the pageant was the day after. So we went up to his room and he told me to get naked again. I did as he said which made him happy. He liked that I was submissive and didn’t get tantrums about being naked with men. I then relaxed on the bed as he rubbed my back, using oil that smelled so good. It was strange as I could feel how strong he was as well as how big his hands were. He laughed when I made noises and called me slut. It was not easy making being quiet when he rubbed my chest and especially my pussy. He put a lot of oil there, and even put some up my pussy, by using one finger, then another, then another.
Then he told me it was time. I held my breath thinking that he wanted a blow job. However, he took my legs and put them over his shoulder. He aimed his cock and it touched my pussy. I told him I was too small as he pushed the top in. He told me once again it was time and pushed more in. I screamed as he told me he broke my cherry. After some rest, he started fucking me. I knew he was not totally in me, but I felt like he was tearing my insides apart. I cried and begged him to get off of me when he simply reminded me that I was his whore. He fucked me and I admit that it started to feel nice at the end. I didn’t like my body was being pounded back and forth, but I liked the feelings in my body. I knew it was over when I felt something wet flooding inside me. I knew that it was his sperm.
I couldn’t sleep that well that night. A lot of things happened that changed my life. It was like when Mr. Gordon fucked me, he took something precious from me. It is like part of me went missing. He said I was expected to make men happy, and I really wanted to do this. Did this mean they would get my body anytime they wanted? My dad came in to tuck me in bed. He never did this before. He gave me a kiss on the forehead. I could hear that he was breathing hard. He asked did I really meant it when I said that I loved him, as no one ever said that and meant it. I told him yes, I loved him more than anyone. He kissed me on the forehead and told me he loved me. He said if I win or lose the pageant, I will always be the prettiest girl he knew.
The next day there was panic at the majesty hotel. Moms were dressing their girls, and brushing at their hair which it looked like it hurt. Other moms were putting make up on their daughters and even putting Vaseline on their teeth. Mom put his white lacy gown on me that was very long with pearls on it. The back of it dragged on the floor. She put earrings in my ear and fixed my hair so it looked perfect. She said it was good that I had curls, as it made my hair sit perfect. She didn’t put any make up on me, as she said I did not need it. I went on stage and walked back and forth smiling at the people looking, as well as the judges. It was fun. I could see Mr. Gordon, and hoped he was pleased with me. Dad looked sad standing there.
The second part I was dressed in a tank top and cut off denim shorts. My hair was in fluffy pigtails. Mom said I looked pretty, but Mr Gordon said it was not good enough. He told me to take off my panties. I done this and it felt strange having shorts on and no panties. He looked at me, and I could see a tent in his pants. He said I was still not good enough. He took off my tank top and took a very wide ribbon and made a tiny bra from it around as he tied it around my chest. I felt like I was naked. The strange thing is that mom did not complain. She let me go on stage and sing like that. At one stage, when I was kneeling on one leg, like Mr. Gordon told me, I started thinking that they could see my pussy in the shorts. When I got up again, I seen my ribbon fell down and my nipple was showing. One judge was frowning and I heard one mom whisper that I was only 8.
When I went to my mom, I felt like crying. However, a judge came over to us and said he would like to speak with me in private. He seen my teary eyes, and said that I should not cry. I gave men what they wanted.
Mom was excited. She told me the judge would help me win. She looked in my eyes and said sometimes; people have to do everything possible to win. She warned me to do what he said.
We found his room. Mom put my hand in his and she went. I didn’t say anything as he took me in his room. He just said I was so sexy and he really wanted me. He started taking off my clothes and said I knew what I had to do if I wanted to win. I was naked and he was rubbing all over my tiny body. He kept on asking me if was I a whore and did I just have sex to win? It was then he told me to suck his dick. I leaned over the bed, and licked and kissed the top and sides, while I felt his balls. Then I put the tip in my mouth, putting more and more in my mouth. I was being a cocksucker again. He was very satisfied with the blowjob, but had other plans. He told me to get on my hands and knees. I felt like a little puppy and then he shoved his cock in my pussy. It hurt, but not as bad as last time. I was now being fucked and he was not at all gentle. He was saying that mom must have sold me before. That confused me a bit. At last, I felt his sperm enter my womb. He told me get on my clothes and go. The next competition was soon. On my way out I heard him say he loved being a judge, as only if I knew that I did not need to please him.
I went back to mom and she told me it was time to put on my bikini. She seen the sperm dropping down my legs, but did not say anything. She whispered saying that judges still done that sort of thing at pageants. Then she whispered she can’t think about herself and told me I am a brave girl. She wiped it off and put a shiny silver bikini on me. Mr. Gordon came up and gave me a camel toe. My pussy was still sensitive, so I couldn’t help to moan. I went on stage and done my routine.
I won the competition and this made mom so happy. She clenched the trophy like it was hers. She never even said she was proud of me. Mr. Gordon was telling mom that this was just the start. I would be a superstar. It was all too much for me. I know I won and I was very happy, but I was confused. Everyone was taking pictures of me, and everyone gave me hugs. Mom was too busy to even notice me. At last, dad took my hand and told me let’s get out of here
Mom finally came, and on the way home, she was saying that I could get offers now to be a model or who knows even a TV ad. She said Mr. Gordon is now my agent, and with a bit of planning, I would be rich and a megastar. Dad whispered is that best for me? Mom gave him the look.
That night, he tucked me in bed. He told me I was a brave girl, as he noticed the wet spot in my bikini on stage, and he told me he knew I was molested. I said I am sorry and started crying. He asked me did I want to be famous, and I admitted I did. I wanted to be like the girls on Disney channel and Kate Perry. He then said I paid a huge price wanting to be famous by surrendering my innocence, and if he was a brave man he would beat up any one that treated me like a sex toy. He sighed and said we could not beat the system or society. He kissed me and said I was sexy, and his hand was all over my body. I spread my legs as his fingers explored my pussy. I was getting to like the feeling now.
As I closed my eyes, I wondered why mom and dad let people molest me. Did they want me to be famous so much? Did they want to be rich? Even dad molested me! Did they love me or just my body and looks?
I heard mom and dad fight. Mom was saying that sex with a girl is not wrong. Her grandfather was her first. She said I would be famous, and sleeping with people would make it happen quicker. They could live in luxury
The next day, we were eating breakfast. Mr. Gordon came in the backdoor and said he already got an offer.
Mom was excited and asked what it was?
He said a Lolita magazine wanted to take erotic photos of me, and this could lead to a rich career in child porn.
Dad told Mr. Gordon to come into the sitting room where they could discuss it
Continued in Episode 2