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 Title "A new life" - Part 1

   Story code - Reluc, Mdom, Pedo, Beast, WS, M/Ff humil

   i'd broken into the beach house without too much effort - avoiding the
security systems hadn't been much of a problem considerring i'd designed
the major parts of it myself.  Once inside, i sat down on the luxurious
sofa and thought about the weeks that had passed.

   Well, most of them, at any rate.  A few of them i couldn't even
remember...  It All started when my wife found the stash of child
pornography on my laptop - i'd forgotten to recode the files.  Sloppy, but
when i found out it couldn't be helped, as i walked in on her browsing
through them - appalled.  Naturally, she hadn't been pleased - especially
not as over half of the footage were images and films of our six year old
daughter taken with various hidden camera's around the house.  It'd been a
good life, untill then - i had a good job as a major security engineer, a
ton and a half income a year, a gorgeous wife, an even more gorgeous
daughter - i had it all.  Untill my wife threw me out in a fit - she said
she was going to call the police.  that night i did a couple of unsavoury
things - like unearthing the body of my twin brother, who'd passed away a
week before.  i took him to the nearest lake, then set a timed fuse by
means of the candle of a birthday candle and a bottle of gasoline mixed
with kerosine, and made it appear by means of a handgun as though the body
had comitted suicide - five minutes later, from the other side of the lake,
i saw the car catch fire, and less than a minute later the gas tank
exploded.  Fortunately, i wasn't entirely without assets - years ago i'd
started a fund under a fake name, and the next morning i walked into a bank
and withdrew the entire account - almost a hundred thousand dollars.  In
the newspaper of that morning i read of my own death - a small column
stating that a local pedofile had taken his own life and set himself on
fire after having been found out.  No names were mentioned, but the story
was rather explicit on the fact that a body had been found in the burnt out
remains of my car - and i knew fully well that even DNA-testing would prove
that the body was mine - as the onlyother person with my DNA had died
before me.  His dentistry records had been destroyed on his death, and i
hadn't gone to a dentist since the time i was kicked out of the house at
age sixteen - i'd simply taken verry, verry good care of my teeth.  I've
always had a meticulousness in everything i did, and it all proved to be
verry helpful now...  After i read about my own death i travelled across
the country by greyhound and train, to a plastic surgeon i'd been in
contact with even before i 'died' - and even before my wife'd found out
about the child pornography, as the man and i had both shared images - me
of my daughter, and he of his son.  His son, who he sent to an aunt for the
duration of my transformation.  Nothing too invasive - a simple operation
that made me look just different enough to pass for someone else, even on
closer inspection.  i won't bore you with the details.  I took back the
fake ID i'd created to setup my secret funds and, after a month or S of
recoverring, in the gracefull surroundings of my surgeon and host, i found
myself living it up.  Living it up -too- well, as a matter of fact because
the next two weeks i don't remember at all.  Untill, ofcourse, the moment i
woke up at nightfall, next to a puddle of my own vomit, sufferring from a
monster hangover - the only thing i'd left on me were my clothes, a gun i'd
no recollection of buying - with just two rounds left - and a half-empty
bottle of Jack Daniels Black Label sticking out of my pocket.  My wallet
was empty, but atleast i still had my backpack - and my tools, the tools
i'd taken out of the back of my car before i set it alight wich helped me,
after washing up in someone's outside jacuzzi, to gain access to a beach
house a few miles up the road - a quite fabulous beach house, in fact,
though the reason i invaded it had had more to do with the fact i knew it's
main security system, inside out.

   It took the greater part of a week to sober up, untill i felth atleast
somewhat human again - all that time, the gun never left my side.  It'd
been a stroke of luck not only to find the beach house, wich had no
neighbors for atleast a mile to any side, but to find it deserted as well -
the dustcovers were in place on the furniture inside.  Ofcourse, a few of
those i'd removed, on the top floor so that noone driving past would see it
was inhabited.  The gun under my pillow was to be both what saved me and
what started off my new life.  I hadn't heard the woman come in - how could
i ?  her screaming woke me up, and paranoia caused me to reflexively grab
the gun and aim it at her, a reflex i'd learned in the millitairy - grab
the nearest weapon for selfprotection.  She was lucky my first shot missed
- hitting the wall behind her, between her knees, as i was still raising
the gun.  I saw two things when my brain finally started working - The
woman was drop-dead gorgeous, for one, and secondly, she was litterally
wetting herself where she stood, her scream turned to a whimper of fear as
the groin and inside of her jeans darkened.  I presume it'd been the noise
of the gun in the small room that made her clutch her ears, and the time it
took me to take her in caused her even more fear - she slumped back against
the wall and slid to her knees whimperring gibberrish, looking exclusively
at the barrel of the gun.  And take her in i did.  She was small, five foot
three at most, and delicately built.  She couldn't have been older than
thirty.  red, waist long hair even in the lucious curls, gorgeous - if now
tear-filled - blue eyes.  A slender body - the kind of slender achieved by
living healthilly and working out, although toned rather than strong.

   "Shut up." i croaked out through a still thick throat, lowerring the
weapon.  She stared in disbelief up to my face now that the weapon was out
of her face, and kept whimperring.  "I said, shut up!" i raised my voice,
startling her into silence as i raised the weapon again - and this time she
-did- shut up, her voice trailing off into a blurted out
'pleasedon'tkillmei'lldoanythingyousay...  ' An idea presented itself to me
as she dropped her hands to her lap.  She would be my ticket into a new
life.  I figured to myself ''d already started on this path, now. 
Ofcourse, having not gotten laid for god knows how long, and now standing
across from this woman on her knees in front of me didn't do my selfcontrol
much good, either.  "Stand up." i said, and she did, sliding her back
against the wall, her haids by her shoulders in the classic 'don't shoot'
gesture - tears streaming down her face as i took her by her shoulder and
pushed her into the bathroom - i found a suitcase on the way there and took
it along, pushing it and her into the bathroom.  "Clean up.  In case you
haven't noticed you pissed yourself.  You have ten minutes." I walked out
of the bathroom and closed the door behind me, then leaned against it,
sitting down to catch my breath and plan ahead.  Ten minutes later i
knocked on the door and told her to come out - and she did, surprisingly
meekly, her jeans replaced by a knee-length canvas skirt.  Somewhere she'd
even found some time and will to apply some makeup.  "Are you expecting
anyone, soon ?" she just shook her head as i took her by the shoulder and
lead her down the stairs, pushing her into the sofa and sitting down on the
coffee table across from her.  "What's your name ?" "A-alice." she barely
whisperred out the word, but it was a start.  She'd calmed down
considerably - i admired her calm, in the face of a man with a gun who
could do god-knows-what to her.  "Good.  Alice.  Now.  First thigns first,
i don't want to hurt you.  You can call me Anjelen.  I'm here because i
made a few mistakes and i have to set them straight.  You happened to walk
in on me.  i'm sorry for that, but i can't change what happened.  So here's
the deal.  It'll cost me about two weeks to get things figured out.  Half
that if you have a laptop.  You look like a well-off woman.  Do you have a
laptop ?" She nodded dumbly.  "Good.  Now, as i can't have you calling the
police, i'll be taking the liberty of going through your effects for your
cellphone and other things you might have that you could contact anybody
with.  I've already cut the wires of the normal phones.  Just to be sure, i
can't have you out of my sight.  During the day, i'll be using your laptop,
and you'll be in my sight.  If you want to sit outside, i'll come outside
with you.  if you go to the bathroom, i'll have my back against the door.
I'll try not to infringe on you, as long as you behave.  Do you understand
?' "Yes...  But you said during the day..." she stared up at me, guessing
what i was going to say next.  "At night, i'm affraid i'm going to have to
tie you up." i saw her eyes grow wide and her entire body tense.  "No,
don't worry.  I'm not going to hurt you.  All i want is to make sure you
don't contact anybody and get me into trouble i can't get out of.  I've a
set of handcuffs with me.  I know the guest room doesn't have a phone, so
all i have to do is tie your wrist to the bedpost.  That way you can sleep
relatively comfortably, safely, and i don't have to worry.  In the mornings
i'll set you loose, and that'll be that.  Understand ?" "Yes.  I
understand." By now she'd completely calmed down - wich was exactly what
i'd hoped for.  She'd grown somewhat accustomed to me, or atleast accepted
the fact that i wasn't going to dissapear into the nothing i'd came out of.
"Good.  Now let me emphasise again, Alice.  I don't want to have to hurt
you, but i am a desperate man, and all i actually need of you is your
laptop.  If i have to, i'll kill you, and then, when i've made myself a new
identity and life, i'll dissapear.  Just like that.  Do you understand?"
She nodded, slackjawed, fear back in her eyes.  I smiled faintly, and stood
up, moving into the kitchen.  "Ofcourse, if you don't do anything stupid,
we might even get along.  " I fixed her a stiff drink, glad i still had
some of the Daniels left - two glasses, two fingers, ice from the fridge.
This time i settled on the other sofa, handing her the drink i made for
her. There was an akward silence - ofcourse - wich i finally broke by
asking her to tell me about herself.  Once she got started, i found out she
was thirty two with an eight year old daughter in a private school, owned a
realestate company wich she didn't actually have to work for anymore, and
lots more, as we made smalltalk - well.  After a long while talking and a
couple of JD's each, we talked.  sure, the conversation wasn't brilliant,
but i got her back to the point where she accepted my presence.  Hours
later she told me she was tired, so i took her up the stairs, waited for
her to put on a nigtie, and tied her to the bedpost like i told her.  I
honestly had no intention of raping her - my plan was to use her computer
to create myself a new identity, as i'd done years earlier.  I'd have to
steal some money from her, but the woman was loaded anyway - at one point
in the evening she'd even promised to give me a hundred thousand dollars
and her car, if i'd left immediately.  I'd explained i'd take half, a week
later, and she'd consented without blinking.

   Two days passed.  Two days in wich Alice and i got along reasonably
well, considerring - she and i actually laughed a couple of times, as she
got more and more used to my presence.  Two days in wich i painstakingly
crafted a new identity out of litterally nothing, thanking the gods i'd
kept my hacking skills honed.  At night i tied her to the bedpost in her
room.  During the day i spent most of the time sitting on the deck outside,
overlooking the lake behind the villa.  The third day came and the sun was
setting into the trees when i noticed something - there was a difference in
the size her machine reported her haddrive had, and the size her harddrive
-should- have, according to an online catalog i'd browsed through.  I
downloaded some tools, and started working on unearthing what she was so
keen to keep hidden, expecting buisness secrets or such things - merely to
break the tedium of having nothing to do for a while while i waited for one
system to upload to another so i would be one step closer to the creation
of my new identity under the name Anjelen Andellmere.  You can imagine my
surprise when i unearthed almost five gigabytes of pictures and movies
tucked away into secrecy.  My surprise grew even more, and i almost came on
the spot when i started browsing through the footage, most of it recorded
with the webcam built into the laptop's case.  It was footage of alice. 
Alice, and a slew of kids, ages ranging from - as far as i could tell - ten
to fifteen.  At some times, four or five kids - boys and girls - at the
same time.  What surprised me the most, however, was the way alice'd
portrayed herself.  In all of the footage she wore atleast a collar, with a
leash.  Most of the footage had her in a demeaning position - and
especially the video's were perfectly clear on the fact she was a total and
utter slut.  She had those boys and girls use her in every way - even
though she kept charge, usually, she made it appear to the boys and girls
that they were in charge, by begging, fasttalk, and sometimes even simple
bribery, she manipulated the children into all kinds of degrading acts -
but the surprising part was that -she- was the one getting degraded.  For
two hours i watched, dumbfounded, as an amazing variety of children
degrarded her, 'abused' her, pissed on her, spanked her - some even caned
her and flogged her.  But whatever happened, she was on the receiving end
of the abuse...

   By the time i got up out of my chair the sun had set completely - she'd
turned on the light on the deck and had settled into her chair with a book,
after going inside to pull a sweater and a pair of jogging pants on over
the two-piece suit she tanned in - i hadn't gotten up to accompany her, but
she hadn't risked herself.  By now, i had a raging hardon - the effects of
the video's and photo's and almost two and a half months without any sex
that i'd been aware of.  I took the laptop along after selecting a movie
i'd seen before, and, after setting it in her lap, pulled the headphone
jack out, letting the sound of her own voice begging to be pissed over wash
over her.  She turned rigid, dropping the book in her lap and staring
wide-eyed and slackjawed at the screen, at the movie that must've been
familliar to her - reaching out with a trembling hand to close the laptop,
then she stared up at me with those wide, blue eyes.  I felth a grin come
to my face as i took her ponytail in my hand and drew her towards me
slowly, chuckling faintly.  "Looks like we both have some skeletons in our
closet, hmm ?" She blushed, nodding dumbly, casting her eyes down.  "So,
you like to be the slut.  To be pissed on and used and spanked and caned.
By children.  Why children?" She took a minute to answer, after i handed
her her drink to wet her throat - before that, all she could do was
whimper. "I like children.  I always have.  i've always been more attracted
to children than to adults.  And with children i can be on my knees and
still be in control, and i won't have to worry about them...  " "Hurting
you too badly, as you're the one paying them, in the end." She nodded
again. "So you've no idea what it feels like to actually be used like in
the show you put on for your camera." She blinked up at me, then finally
cast her eyes down and shook her head.  "I could show you, if you want. 
I'm going to jack off to these video's and photo's anyway, so you might as
well -actually- get me off.  Besides, i haven't had any sex for almost
three months." She nodded dumbly, looking up at me again, a deep blush
spreading over her cheeks - blinking out of a train of thought as i got up,
standing her up, still using her ponytail to guide her.  "Do you want me to
?" i asked.  "All you have to do is say yes, or no.  If you say no, i'll
let you go, and nothing will happen between us, however i'll be jacking off
to you in the next couple of days.  If you think you would like to try what
it feels like to -actually- be used for a change, i want you to tell me
'Master, i want you to use me.' Do you understand ?" She nodded shortly,
and stared up into my eyes for what felth like forever.  I could see her
thoughts racing, her blush deepening, her eyes trailing around my face as i
held it up towards me - then, finally, she nodded again, and whisperred the
words i'd told her to say.  "Master, i want you to use me"

   My cock lurched in my jeans as she said those words, and i merely came
on the spot - but instead i pushed her to her knees in front of me, and
rubbed her face against the bulge of my cock pressing hard into the jeans.
"Open my jeans then, slut." hesitant still, she began to do as i said - her
fingers popping the buttons of my jeans open skilfully, and i breathed out
a relieved sigh as my cock popped out - at six and a half inches, i'm not
the besthung guy in the world, but i've never heard any complaints... 
Again i pulled her face into my groin as i pushed my jeans down and stepped
out of them - i felth the warmth of her smooth skin rub against the length
of my cock, then brought her mouth to my balls - i take meticulous care of
myself, and particularly in keeping myself devoid of body hair, as to me
there's no greater turn off than that, wether on me or my partner.  "Lick
my balls, slut." Hesitantly at first, i felth the tip of her tongue trail
out against my scrotum, and i felth my cock coming to it's full rigidity as
she slowly traced her tongue against my skin - more and more
enthousiastically as i rubbed her face against my balls, stepping in
slightly as i leaned her head back by pulling her hair back and down.  I
heard myself groan as she got more and more into it, suckling my balls into
her mouth, her hands finding my hips for support - untill finally i pushed
her back and angled my overexcited cock at her face, pumping my foreskin up
and down just a few times - my load hit her squarely in the face, streaming
down her forehead and closed eyes, parting to flow around the nose as jet
after jet of my hot seed splatterred over her.  I stepped in again, leaning
her head far back with one had, by again pulling on her hair - pumping my
cock still to milk the last drops of my cum out onto her face, then i let
her go, pushing her backwards, making her fall onto her back.  She looked
up to me amazedly, a deep blush on her cum-spatterred cheeks.  "Wipe your
face clean, Slut.  Eat my cum" I couldn't help chuckling as i sat down on
my chair, finishing my drink as she began scooping my seed off her face,
putting it in her mouth and swallowing it, moaning faintly at the taste -
the crotch of her bikini was getting wet as i watched, and i chuckles,
pushing a foot against the damp patch - she moaned out as i moved a toe
against her sex, ligting her knees and spreading her legs further.  I
chuckled somewhat as i motioned her to me, watching her scramble to stand
up - stopping her halfway.  "Slut, stay on your knees.  I do not want to
see you on your feet - or on the furniture - unless i expressively invite
you.  Do you understand ?" "Yes, Master.  I'm to stay on my knees." She
gasped out the words as she lowerred herself to her knees, scrambling
towards me when i again motioned her towards me - i grabbed her hair again
and drew her up over my lap, thrusting my tongue into her mouth as i kissed
her deeply - i could taste myself on her tongue and the insides of her
mouth as i played my tongue against her own, and she moaned as i let my
free hand lower to cup and fondle one of her breasts through her bikini. 
"I know you have a collar, leash, and harness set, Slut.  And i don't doubt
you've them with you.  Go put them on, put your hair in two pigtails, and
come back down.  you have five minutes.  Go." "Yes Master!" She seemed
genuinely excited - and made a mistake in her excitement, by getting up to
run into the house - i chuckled faintly and shouted "And bring a cane when
you come back!" after her.  She was a sight when she returned, dressed in a
harness that lifted her breasts, not hiding them - and, while it wrapped
fully around her, slipping between her legs, the two straps laid around her
pussy, rather than coverring it - emphasizing her pussy lips.  She had a
cane in hand as she walked over to me, slipping back to her knees in front
of me and offerring it out with both hands, her head tilted inquisitively -
she looked adorable, as the sideways ponytails lay down against her
shoulder, one in front and one behind her.  "Do you know why i am going to
cane you?" "No, Master?" "So you're dumb as -well- as a slut.  I told you
-seconds- before i told you to change your clothes that you were to stay on
your knees, didn't i ?" She blushed red, biting on her lower lip as she
lowerred her head, her eyes travelling to the cane, mumbling out a 'yes
Master' I weighed the cane on my hands as i stood up, walking around her to
inspect her - i liked what i saw, definately.  Slim and toned, she could
pass for a girl half her age...  "And when i told you to bring me a cane
you forgot to acknowledge me." "Yes, Master" "So you see why i am going to
punish you now, do you ?" "Yes, Master." "Explain to my why i am going to."
"You are going to punish me because i walked rather than crawled, and
because i forgot to acknowledge your command, Master." "Because you are
?..." It was silent for a bit as she contemplated on this - i checked my
watch.  sixteen seconds later, she whisperred out an unsure "Because i am
dumb, Master?" "A dumb slut, you little whore.  Never forget that.  It took
you sixteen seconds to answer - and for -this- time i'll forgive you for
getting only half the answer right.  Put your face on the chair, then grab
it's back legs, and push your ass up and out as far as you can, spreading
your legs." It took a bit of doing, but she did exactly what i said - i was
treated to the sight of her firm ass pointing up at me, her pucker hidden
by the broad leather strap that snuggled inbetween her buttcheeks - but for
now, her asshole wasn't my main concern.  I raised the cane and struck down
across one of her cheeks, causing her to squeel out at the unexpected sting
of the cane as it cracked against her ass, her body jolting and convulsing.
"Count the blows, Slut.  I won't give you the next blow untill you've
counted the first." "...  One, Master" She panted out, and i gave her a few
seconds of anticipation, then cracked the cane down across the other cheek
- a red welt was beginning to spread over the previous as she counted the
second blow.  I struck down thirty two blows in total - eight on each
cheek, letting her count and anticipate every blow - but i never gave her a
chance to expect them.  As her cheeks clenched, i simply waited untill she
relaxed again, and then some - one second, five seconds, three seconds,
just randomly "Thirty-two, Master!" her voice was little more than a squeek
now, her ass a maze of red welts - i'd taken care not to break the skin,
but the sight of the red lines of pain running over her skin got me hard
again, and i produced my cock - applying a good amount of my saliva to
lubricate it just in case - and slammed myself into her cunt as hard as i
could.  I wouldn't have had to worry about lubricating myself - her inner
thighs were glimmerring with her juices, and she let out a high-pitched
squeel as i started slamming myself into her - she moaned and groaned,
gasping at every thrust, humping back at me as good as she could as i
burried my cock in her tight cunt again and again and again, her moans
turning to screams and her screams to orgasm as i shot my load inside her,
her sex milking my cock for every last drop - not that there was a great
deal of cum, now that i'd spent myself in her face previously, but that
didn't seem to bother her in the least.  She was spent, leaned over the
chair when i pulled my cock from her dripping sex, panting and cooing in
the afterglow of her orgasm - i left her there as i stepped inside, fixing
myself a drink, and walking into the bathroom to fetch my toilet bag for
the next part of her submission - when i came back she was still bent over
the chair, and cast a weak smile back over her shoulder when i ruffled her
head in passing, as though she was a pet animal - I turned my chair and sat
down, facing her rear, getting an excellent view of her caned ass and wet
sex.  "Turn over, slut.  Lay down on your back and spread your legs." She
did what i said with a faint whimper as her sore rump pressed into the
wooden deck, spreading her legs wide and presenting her fucked cunt to me,
biting at her lower lip as she rested her head on her wrists, her arms
crossed behind her back.  I drank my drink as i examined her, standing up
and over her - letting my eyes wander from her angelic face and downwards
across her slender, toned body - lifting a foot, and placing it on her
mons, running a toe through the well-kept patch of pubic hair that graced
it.  "This will have to go, Slut." "If you say so, Master." i stepped over
her, turning my back to her face as i placed my feet to either side of her
head, then i knelth down, a grin coming to my face as i felth muself sit
down over her mouth.  "Lick my asshole, Slut." i leaned down over her,
spreading my asscheeks open in doing so, as i opened my toilet bag, and
pulled out a cannister of shaving cream and a razor - i heard her whimper,
but she didn't make any objections as i felth her tongue trace against my
ass, teasing through the crack untill it encounterred my pucker - i groaned
as her tongue lapped against my asshole, arching my back to push myself
further against her face as i applied the shaving cream and began shaving
her pubic hair - she squirmed as i minutiously removed every last hair,
rasping the razor against the direction of it's growth finally to remove
even the last trace - by this time i felth her tongue pressing into my
pucker and groaned, sitting back as she frenched my asshole, moaning and
whimperring muffledly.  My cock'd returned to full stance at the feeling of
her tongue pushing into my ass, and i leaned down over her - making her
lose contact with my ass as i brought my mouth to her sex and latched my
lips around her lower lips, thrusting my tongue deep into her gushing sex -
she humped herself up at me as i suckled and nursed on her sex, rubbing her
clitoris with my lower lip, while reaching back to grab her hair and pull
her face back into my ass - immediately i felth her tongue push back
inside, her groaning becoming muffled as she and i both frenched the other-
her hand moved to cup and fondle my balls - and i pushed it away, sitting
up over her, pawing at her stomach with a chuckle as she laid back again,
lapping hungrilly at my puckerred asshole.  "You really are a filthy little
slut, aren't you ?" "Yes, Master." she said between laps, her breathing
quick as her inner thighs coated with her juices.  "That's right, slut -
cum for me while you're eating my asshole." I leaned back in and suckled
hard on her sex, drinking in her juices as i flicked my tongue against her
clitoris - causing her to buck and gasp with every quick move of my tongue,
ber body tensing as she couldn't do much more than whimper into my ass -
suddenly screaming as she flung herself back, her sex gushing as she
shouted a wild and stretched-out "Masteeeeer!" into the air, her orgasm
overtaking her, her body squirming and bucking underneath me, against me as
she tried to grind her sex into my mouth.  I stood up, watching her squirm
through her orgasm, deciding i'd take a rest - as she calmed down, i hooked
a finger in the back of her collar and tugged her up and with me - this
time she had the wits to stay on her knees as she followed me into the
bedroom.

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