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 Author: D.Lovvr
Title: My Deceptive Game
Part: part 1
Summary: A young girl finds herself in a confusing and seemingly
impossible situation.  But at least she has a new friend to help her.
Keywords: Mg(10) reluc, oral, anal, 1st
Disclaimer: copyright by author.  This is a work of fiction conceived
wholly in the mind of the author.  This story contains descriptions of
sexual interaction between adults and teens or pre-teens.  If this type of
story offends you, or is not legal where you live, then please read no
further.
This is my first posted story.  I would appreciate feedback, ideas,
criticisms.  I want to hear from those who read it.  Posting of additional

parts will depend on the flavor of the feedback received.



   She is in the basement.  A sweet little angel of a girl.  The room,
constructed a few years ago, was built at a substantial cost to entertain a
fantasy I never expected to actually fulfill, until just a few months ago.
The underground room was built very secure with the entrance well hidden.
At some point I reached a decision to act on my fantasies.  Getting caught
would mean some serious jail time and I would rather be dead than in jail.
So I carried a small loaded single shot pistol while I made my plans and
later put those plans into action.  The bullet was for no one but me.  If I
got caught and confronted, I would have taken my own life.  Thankfully, it
did not come to that.  I have been planning and preparing for her abduction
for months.  Even now her mother is probably being questioned about her
disappearance .  But she knows nothing even though I took the child from
beside her in her own car.

   I planned carefully.  I chose this beautiful child, after watching her
at her school through binoculars, due to her long blonde hair and the fact
that she did not ride the bus.  Her mother drove her to and from school
every day.  I followed them a little bit here, a little bit there; until I
pieced together where they lived and the route they drove everyday.  I paid
their house a visit late one night and broke into their car using skills I
had learned from the internet and acquaintances I have previously worked
with.  I actually bought an identical model car to practice on, which is by
now molten scrap in some unnamed recycling yard.  Using my expert IT,
hacking, and tinkering skills I installed a customized remote controlled
engine shut off device along with a canister of quick acting knockout gas
and a simple GPS tracker.  The computerized switch was a marvel of black
market tech that I had further modified to my specific needs.

   I parked my car along the most secluded part of their route and I waited
and watched the GPS.  As they passed by I saw there was no other traffic so
I pressed the button on my remote which would kill the engine and release
the gas.  The woman brought the car to a stop on the shoulder barely in
time before the invisible odorless gas rendered her and her daughter and
unconscious.  I moved quickly, full of nervous adrenaline.  I pulled over
to the passenger side of their vehicle and opened the door, which the kill
switch had unlocked.  I moved the child to my backseat, laying her out
flat, and then injected her with a longer lasting sedative.  I quickly
removed all the devices I had installed leaving no trace that I had
tampered with the vehicle.  I left the childs door open, both to air the
gassed vehicle out and to confuse the mother and police as to whether or
not the child had wandered off on her own.  I also grabbed her backpack and
tossed it in my car.  And now this child whose name I do not yet know is
sleeping peacefully in my basement.

   Allow me to better describe my basement.  It is decorated in such a way
as to make any young girl jealous.  The walls, ceiling, and floor are pink
while most of the furnishings are white.  The bed is a four post full size
with a pink princess canopy.  The sheets are attached to the bed so that a
person can get under them but not remove them from the bed, unless they
know how to use the hidden release levers on the bed rails.  There is a
variety of different sized stuffed animals scattered about.  A large soft
beanbag chair sits on the floor under the large flat screen TV that is
mounted inside a frame and is flush with the wall.  Plexiglass seals the
framed TV to keep the controls away from the room occupant.  There is a
second, smaller screen mounted to the wall in another location, but this
one has a small shelf with a simple keyboard firmly mounted to it.  The
keyboard has only letters and numbers and an enter key.  No special keys or
function keys.  The walls of the room are made of a heavy paneling.  If
someone were to somehow break through that, they would find the solid
concrete of the basement walls.  Beyond that was only dirt and gravel since
the whole of the room was underground.  Above the ceiling tiles is a thick
metal grating, and that holds a thick layer of full soundproofing
insulation.  The only door into this basement suite is made of solid steel.
It swings on heavy hinges supported by a steel frame anchored to the
concrete of the basement walls.  Electronic magnetic locks ensure that no
one is getting into or out of this room without my permission.  Outside
this massive door you will find a small entry way that leads in from the
hidden entrance in my actual basement.  I have concealed this entrance very
well.  I am confident that it would not be detected in any type of search
by standard law enforcement officers.  But I am careful, so there should
never be a need for them to search my home.  Also passing from the entry
way into the locked suite is a horizontal slot about 18 inches long and 4
inches high.  Inside the room, this slot has a plastic flap covering it,
which can be lifted to access the slot.  It sits beside the monitor with
the keyboard.  The secure suite contains a small adjoined, doorless room
holding a toilet, shower, and sink.

   Once I decided to really do this, I had put my IT skills to use.  There
are cameras throughout the room, all hidden.  The TV and the monitor/
keyboard are controlled from my office in the house above, as are all the
cameras, the lights, and the climate controls.  The entire setup is
protected by a heavy, complex, multi-layer firewall.  So even if my home
gets raided and all my equipment upstairs is found, it will be extremely
difficult for anyone to find the connection to the room down below.  I know
how to protect the stuff that I want to keep private.

   I gaze now at the monitors, having tuned them into the cameras placed
under the canopy of the bed where she sleeps, so innocent, pure, and
helpless.  She really is a pretty girl.  The gentle wave of her long blonde
hair frames a petite face with a small nose ending in a slight, cute upturn
at the tip.  Her lips are full and slightly parted as she sleeps.  When I
had put her into the bed, it took some conscious restraint on my part to
not strip her clothes off and have my way with her right then and there.  I
resisted the urge, mostly.  I am not in a hurry.  My pleasure with this
child is going to last a long time, perhaps a lifetime.  I did allow my
fingertips to lightly caress her soft lips, slipping a finger in to feel
her warm tongue.  I gently pried open an eyelid and saw a half rolled back
brilliant blue eye.  I also ran my fingers over her breasts.  I realized
then that she had a training bra on, but I was not sure she really needed
one yet.  But I did feel the meagher beginning of a soft swell under the
fabric.  I left her lying on the bed, still fully clothed, minus her shoes
and socks, which I stored just outside her door, in the hidden entry way.

   When I scouted this lovely child out, I had mentally placed her age at
seven years old.  I had guessed she was in the second grade.  I was quite
suprised as I went through her backpack to find fifth grade school text
books.  So that probably put her at ten years old.  She was very petite
then, because even up close she looked younger.  That would explain the
training bra, also.  As I thought of this, I grew excited, realizing she
must be right on the beginning edges of puberty.  Oh the pleasures I was
going to give this sweet young woman!

   I was going to have every pleasure with this girl.  But my plan was not
to force her to do anything.  I wanted to do what you might call an
experiment.  I wanted to see if I could get her to do what I wanted through
rewards and manipulation of basic needs, instead of force.  I wanted her to
want to please me, eventually.  The monitor and keyboard setup is where I
would be interacting with her initially.  I have scripted a variety of
interactive menus.  Some are actually fully automated, such as the database
system to keep track of the girls made up currency, her "Pony Bucks".  She
would earn this currency by doing what I want her to do, even if I don't
directly ask her to do it.  This system also records any requests she makes
in case I am not actively paying attention right then.

   She was stirring in the bed, finally close to waking up.  The sedative
had kept her out for nearly 24 hours, longer than I had expeced.  Well, I
am not a doctor, I just know how to get what I need, whether it be drugs,
bootleg electronics, or anything in between.  I leaned back in my chair,
watching her on the monitors.  The camera control software was pretty
impressive.  The software could track her movements within the room,
automatically switching cameras as she moved around.  I could zoom some of
the cameras if I wished.  And I had many, many terabytes of storage
available to record every detail the cameras captured.

   She sat up in the bed and grimaced.  I guessed that her bladder was
sending an urgent message.  She looked around the room and quickly spotted
the bathroom alcove.  She seemed concerned that there was no door or
curtain for the bathroom.  She looked around the main room again to make
sure she was alone and then pulled her pants down just enough to quickly
take care of some urgent business.  A camera caught her from profile, but I
had specifically arranged the cameras to avoid any straight on, up close
shots of her relieving herself on the toilet.  That just wasn't my thing.
The shower, however, was a differnt matter altogether!  Finishing at the
toilet, she washed her hands (I was impressed at this), and then returned
to the main room.  She found the locked door and knocked on it to little
effect as it was solid painted steel.  She called out loudly for her
mother. She paced around some and stopped to inspect the TV.  It is a
beauty, 50 inches of HD goodness.  I hear a curious "hmmm" from her as she
attempts to find a way to turn it on.  But she can't of course.  She
returns to the door and pounds with a fist, calling again for her mother. I
can hear her talking to herself, confused about where she is and where her
mom is.  She is not panicking, and her voice has a pleasant tone and
inflection.  Not too high pitched.  I am going to enjoy chatting with her
when the time comes.

   I tap on my keyboard, bringing the smaller monitor in her room to life,
getting her attention with three loud beeps.  She walks over as a short,
colorful animation plays on the monitor, ending with a large pink "WELCOME
GUEST!" logo.  Under this is displayed, in a large playful font, "please
register so we may continue".  The next line is "What is your name?" A
cursor blinks in the box waiting for her to type.  She pauses and looks
around (for her mother?).  And then uses 2 fingers to peck out "s t e p h a
n i e".

   The instant reply is "Hi Stephanie, how old are you?" followed by
another answer box.  "1 0".  So I was right.  Next was "Stephanie, are
there any foods that you cannot eat due to allergies?" Response was "N O".
That was good, I would hate to accidently kill her with a peanut butter
sandwich!  A keypress displayed, "Thank you Stephanie, you are now
registered as our guest in the Pink Princess Suite." "Please Wait..." A 10
second pause just for effect, then displayed "Stephanie, you have been
registered for an extended stay by someone at your home address of 1814
Kingston Rd." This was her actual home address that I simply recorded off
of their mailbox when I had followed them to her home.  "Stephanie, your
room has been fully paid up for the duration of your stay.  Please enjoy
your visit!"

   I switched her terminal into the Pony Bucks management script I had
previously written.

   It displayed in large font, "Dinner will be served in 1 hour.  Served
tonight will be spaghetti with meatballs, side salad, garlic toast, and a
choice of milk, chocolate milk, or red wine.  Price of dinner is 1 Pony
Buck."

   I had put the wine choice in just to test whether she was the type to
test her limits.  If she ended up buying dinner, and wanted wine.  She
would get wine.  I am sure her getting drunk would be very entertaining.

   Back to the terminal screen.  Below the description of dinner was,
"Dinner must be ordered within the next 10 minutes.  Do you wish to order?"


   She typed "Y E S" I was guessing she was pretty much starving, after
having been asleep for 24 hours.  It had been longer than that since she
had eaten.  "I am sorry, you have a balance of 0 Pony Bucks and dinner
tonight costs 1 Pony Buck." Followed immediately by, "Do you wish to
purchase more Pony Bucks?  Type yes, no, or help Pony for more information"


   She replied, pecking out "H E L P P O N Y" "Pony Bucks are the currency
we use for all in room purchases.  Many different services and items can be
purchased with Pony Bucks, such as meals, cartoon access time on the TV,
extra warm blankets for your bed, even stuff like coloring books or
magazines to read!  Pony Bucks may be purchased for $5.00 each.  If you are
short on cash during your stay, we have a special trade program available.
If you need to trade for Pony Bucks, type help trade." "H E L P T R A D E"
"Pony Buck trade program allows you to trade your personal possessions for
Pony Bucks.  The trade is temporary, as you can buy your items back by
paying the cash value.  For example, you can trade a shirt in for 1 Pony
Buck, and then when you get cash later, you can buy your shirt back for
that same $5.00 value.  We accept any personal items, and sometimes offer a
bonus after the trade.  Bonus offers always give you great value and should
be taken advantage of.  "

   Next line, "Dinner must be ordered within 5 minutes.  Next meal is
breakfast served at 7am".  I saw her look up to the large digital clock on
the wall.  It was only 5pm.  If she missed dinner she would be going on
nearly 48 hours with nothing but water.  I was betting that I would soon
have her shirt so that she could eat.  I heard her through the intercom
again wondering why her mom left her here with no money.  She was working
through it mentally, and I was happy to see that she seemed to be not only
beautiful, but intelligent as well.  Time was ticking, and a final warning
came up for her, "Dinner must be ordered within the next 1 minute.  Do you
wish to order?" "Y E S" "You have 0 Pony Bucks and dinner costs 1 Pony
Buck. Do you wish to buy or trade for Pony Bucks?" "T R A D E" "OK!  Please
insert your personal item into the slot next to the monitor.  It will be
stored with care until you are able to buy it back." This was it, I was
about to get her shirt!  Imagine my suprise as she pulled off not her shirt
but her blue jeans!  She stood there in her t-shirt and panties and quickly
stuffed the jeans through the slot.  I broke away from the zoomed in shot
of her panty covered bottom as I noticed her panicked look on another
monitor.  She was watching the last seconds tick down and I had not
acknowledged her trade.

   Few key taps, "Your trade of 1 pair of blue jeans has been recorded. 
You have received 1 Pony Buck which has been applied to your order of diner
tonight.  Do you want milk, chocolate milk, or red wine?"

   "C H O C O L A T E"

   Close enough!  "Dinner will be delivered to your room in 1 hour."

   Time to test her a little more!  On her screen, "CONGRATULATIONS! 
Thanks for your first purchase of Pony Bucks!  You have earned a ONE TIME
OFFER!  Trade in another personal item in the next 5 minutes to receive TWO
more Pony Bucks AND credit for 3 full hours of cartoons on the big screen
TV!  This is a value of 3 Pony Bucks, all for just one more item traded in.
Offer good for 5 minutes only!" Timer on screen starts counting down.  I
was watching her closely on the monitors.  I could see her mental wheels
turning as she watched the timer, then she looked over at the TV and I knew
she was interested in that.  She looked down at herself, probably to figure
out how many clothes she would have left.  She went into the bathroom
alcove and pulled her shirt off.  She then took her training bra off.  I
was able to verify from the brief view that her breasts had indeed barely
started to swell.  I reviewed the camera footage and froze the HD image and
stared hungrily at the quarter size mounds standing out roughly an inch
from her chest, tipped by small nipples nearly the same color shade as her
skin.  The perfect size for sucking on.  But not yet.  She threw her shirt
back on and came back out, to shove her bra into the slot.  Her choice of
jeans and then bra showed me that she was getting comfortable.  Definitely
not panicked yet.  And now without her bra, her shirt was showing clear
little mounds, so it was a win for me too.

   "You have traded in one bra as a bonus item.  Thank you!  Your account
has been credited with 2 Pony Bucks and 3 hours of TV.  Just type TV to
start your time.  The TV will turn off automatically after 3 hours, unless
you wish to buy an additional 3 hours with 1 Pony Buck."

   "T V"

   I turned her TV on, which was set to a channel that showed only
cartoons, with no commercials.  I set the hidden timer for 3 hours and went
to make supper.  I planned on allowing her to settle in and relax for 2 or
3 days before I made a move for more of her clothes, which would probably
be harder to get her to part with since it would leave some of her girl
bits exposed.  I made her a nice large plate of spaghetti.  She would be
full after this meal.  She was cooperating and would be rewarded.  I had
her meal on a tray, including 2 cartons of chocolate milk.  Setting the
tray on a stand aligned with the slot I grabbed her traded clothes and
headed back up and made the terminal beep again, to get her attention from
the TV.  She came over and saw "Your dinner is ready, please carefully
retrieve the tray from the slot.  Be careful as it may be hot or heavy. 
You may return the tray to the slot when you have finished"

   She devoured everything and licked the plate before reluctantly putting
it back in the slot.  There were casualties though, as she had a spaghetti
sauce stain on her shirt and on her right leg where she had been holding
the tray.  She sat on her beanbag and watched cartoons until the TV shut
itself off, at which point she went into the bathroom and relieved herself,
then stripped her clothes off and turned the shower on.  The shower was not
enclosed.  It was just a nice large shower head coming down from the
ceiling.  The floor in the area sloped to a central drain.  I had not been
paying attention this whole time, and nearly dropped my glass of wine when
I noticed her washing up in the shower.  Fortunately, the camera system was
working as intended, getting 4 different views of her simultaneously.  I
was intrigued by her hairless, but very puffy pussy lips.  I know all girls
are different, and honestly this was the first 10 year old I had seen nude,
other than on the internet.  Her lower lips were full and puffy, pressed
tightly together with just a tight straight seam showing.  No gaping at
all, even when she lifted one leg up to wash down there.  I could not wait
to pry it apart with my tongue!  She found the soap, shampoo, and
conditioner dispenser built into the wall, and made good use of them all. I
was glad to see that she liked to keep herself clean.  I was even happier
when she finished the shower, and dried off, putting only her panties back
on, remaining topless.  The towels were actually anchored to the wall on
one end, to prevent using them as make shift clothing, so she was not able
to remove it from the bathroom.

   She plopped back down in the bean bag, staring at the now dark tv.  Half
hour later and it was 9pm.  The lights auto dimmed, and this seemed to
prompt a huge yawn from Stephanie.  She climbed onto the bed and managed to
get under the top sheet.  I accessed her room controls and set the
temperature considerably lower for the night.  Maybe she would use one of
her Pony Bucks on a blanket.  She fell asleep, and I decided to get my rest
also, setting the software to alert me if the cameras switched view due to
her moving around.  It was a workable security system, actually!

   I got up at 6am, made myself some coffee and then went to the
surveillance monitors to check on my guest, Stephanie.  She was still
sleeping, curled into a tight ball under the thin sheet in her cool room.
She was a petite girl, but not overly skinny.  Her genetics had simply
given her a small build.  She seems to be physically healthy and was
probably quite active before I brought her here.  I made a mental note to
figure out a way for her to get some exercise.  At 6:20 I sounded the beeps
in her room.  I had to repeat this 3 times before she woke up enough to
realize what it was.  Maybe she was still wiped out from the sedative, or
possibly just a heavy sleeper, as many kids are.  She slid out of bed,
hugging herself in the cool room.  I zoomed a camera in and could see her
skin prickling with goose bumps.  Since the day was starting, I bumped up
the temperature in her room to be comfortable for a young girl wearing
nothing but a pair of panties.  As she moved to the terminal, the lights
slowly brightened up to full.

   She read on the screen, "Breakfast will be served in 30 minutes.  This
morning we are serving french toast with banana slices and maple syrup,
bacon and scrambled eggs.  A choice of milk or orange juice is included. 
Price for breakfast is 1 Pony Buck.  You have 2 Pony Bucks remaining.  Do
you wish to order breakfast?"

   "N O"

   Hmm, wasn't expecting that.  She was probably still satisfied from the
huge dinner she ate, and wanted to save her Bucks.

   "Do you wish to purchase anything for your room at this time?"

   "B L A N K E T"

   "A warm blanket for your bed will be provided for the duration of your
stay for the cost of 1 Pony Buck.  Do you wish to purchase a blanket?  You
have 2 Pony Bucks available"

   "Y E S"

   "Your purchase has been noted, and will be delivered to your room today"


   Since I did not need to make breakfast, and she seemed content to just
go back to bed for now, I decided to make a quick run into town to pick up
a few things I had thought of to make things more interesting.  I visited a
couple of shops in the mall, and then hit the adult mart before heading
back home.

   She was in the shower again, and I was impressed again as I watched her
washing her shirt and panties with some shampoo in the shower.  She has
excellent hygiene it seems.  That gave me another idea for a gift to give
her to start gaining her trust.  I'm sure a bathroom set with a hairbrush,
toothbrush, toothpaste and mouthwash would earn at least a little
gratitude, even from a 10 year old.

   I jumped in my own shower.  All clean, I stood before my mirror,
checking myself out.  At 27 years old, I am in excellent shape.  I am
strong, but not overly muscular.  Very fit.  I stand at 5ft 10 inches, and
weigh in at 155 pounds.  I keep my light brown hair cut short, and I always
keep myself clean shaven.  I have a boyish face, and often have trouble
buying my liqueur; the shopkeepers often thinking my ID must be fake since
I appear so young.  I would like to be able to report that I am hung like a
draft horse.  But unfortunately, it is not so.  My cock falls well within
the average at 6.5 inches and rock hard.  It is more slender than I would
like however.  I have not had a girlfriend since college, but I take care
of my cock.  I have learned techniques and acquired training aids and have
practiced stamina.  When it comes to sex, I can go as long as I need to go
before I allow myself to climax.  I am also quite bald down there.  A few
years ago, I had laser hair removal on the entire area from my inner
thighs, ass crack, scrotum, and pubic mound.  Full Brazilian, it is all
gone.  It was quite the experience getting it done, and I actually went on
a few sex dates with a couple of the cute young techs that were helping
with the hair removal.  Now I just have to apply a hair removal cream a
couple times a year to get the fine fuzz that insists on coming back.

   Also it bears mentioning that I am the only child of my parents.  Less
than a month before I graduated college, they were both killed when a drunk
city bus driver slammed my folks in their Lexus into the side of a
building. I inherited everything my parents owned, which was substantial. I
also received more than 50 million from the city government to settle out
of court.  I had lined up lawyers prepared to go for over 100 million, but
I did not want the headaches of a long drawn out legal process.  So yeah, I
am wealthy now.  I received my degree in IT tech, and further pursued my
hobbies of surveillance tech and home defense.  I do not work for a boss,
but I sometimes contract out to high end clients for specialized IT
networks in their homes, most of which want protection in one form or
another from law enforcement, and rivals.  I enjoy what I do and it pays
very well.  I have made a lot of powerful contacts, through which I
sometimes obtain hard to get items or materials..  such as the knock out
gas I used to abduct Stephanie.

   I checked the monitors, which now showed Steph moving about her room,
picking up and examining the various stuffed animals.  She had not put any
clothes back on, both her shirt and panties draped over the sink drying.  I
spent a few long minutes just enjoying watching her petite, lithe body from
different angles.  I sent the attention getting beeps to her terminal, and
she walked over.  "Attention: Your blanket will be delivered within a few
minutes.  A staff member will need to enter your room to properly install
it on the bed.  Thank you"

   I watched her on the monitors for a few more minutes, seeing her face
scrunch up at the thought of putting on the wet clothes.  Unfortunately she
did put them on anyway.

   I picked up the heavy quilt that I had set aside, along with one of the
games I had purchased at the mall.  Added to the pile was a large bowl of
grapes.  I set the terminal in her room to allow commands under my
password, and I headed down to her room.  On the small video screen in the
entry way, I saw that she was standing near her bed.  So I opened the door,
stepped in, and closed it behind me, locking it.  She was watching me
nervously.

   I introduced myself, "Hi miss Stephanie, I am Jimmy."

   She replied with a soft, "hi"

   She watched as I set the other stuff on the floor and took the blanket
over, never taking my eyes off of her.  I smiled at her.

   "I am sorry for staring, but you are the most beautiful girl I have ever
seen!"

   She blushed just a bit and I went about attaching her quilt to the bed,
similar to the sheets, so that you could get under it, but not remove it
from the bed.

   "I bet this will keep you nice and warm at night, give it a try."

   I held the top up and she scooted under it, then got back out.

   "Thank you, sir", she said.

   I replied, "It was my pleasure, Steph.  And you need to call me Jim, not
sir." She nodded.

   "Hey Steph, I noticed on the guest list that you are here alone, and I
thought you might be getting bored.  I brought a game if you would like to
play with me.  I am not allowed to leave it here, but I have some time
now...?"

   She replied with, "Where is my mom?  And why am I here?"

   I put on a confused look, "I thought you knew.  I have heard some
rumors, but am not suppose to say anything."

   I moved close to her and whispered, "I will find out what I can, I
promise.  Would you like to play with me?  I brought Connect-4.  And some
grapes to snack on"

   She nodded a 'yes', so I had her help me set the game up, watching her
the whole time.  She occasionally glanced at me from the corner of her eye,
usually to find me staring at her.  And I admit being this close to her in
her still wet shirt and nothing below but wet panties had me resisting the
urge to simply pin her down and rape her.  And she would not be able to
defend herself against me.  No help would be coming for her if I attacked
in such a way.  I did resist though, and we had a fun time playing the
game. Although I had more fun watching her.  We sat cross legged on the
floor, which pulled her damp panties tight against her puffy vulva.  I
would occasionally toss a grape her way and she would try to catch it with
her mouth, giggling all the while.  On one of the attempts she over reached
and fell over backward, still cross legged.  She uncrossed her legs and
pulled her knees up near her head, ready to kick herself back into a
sitting position.  In that split second I saw pure treasure covered only by
a thin pair of panties.  I never commented directly on her lack of clothes,
but I tossed out lots of compliments about her nice legs, her beautiful
eyes and hair.  After a couple of hours I asked if I could use her
bathroom.

   "sure, but there isn't a door"

   "that's OK, I don't mind.  It is just us two in here" I went in and
pulled my cock out to relieve myself.  I did not look over to see if she
was watching, but I would definitely check the video later.  I told her
that I needed to get back to work, so we packed the game up and I let her
finish off the grapes.

   I said to her, "Steph you really are a beautiful girl, and I like you,
this was fun, maybe I can come back again soon.  I will see if I can find
out what's up with your mom, ok?  Do you need anything for your room?"

   Her eyes lowered a bit to the floor as she said, "I really can't afford
more, I don't have much left to trade."

   I gave her a slow head to toe, back to head appraisal, causing another
light blush.

   "Is that all you still have, your shirt and panties?"

   She nodded, and I said, "They are pretty strict here with the Pony
Bucks, but I will see if I can help you out somehow".

   She gave me a genuine hopeful smile this time, "thank you"

   I left, taking the game with me, and returned upstairs to watch her
reactions on the monitors.  The first thing she did was stand before the
full mirror in the bathroom checking herself out, front and back.  Was this
due to all my compliments?  I hoped so.  She removed her mostly dry shirt
but kept her panties on and then flopped down on her bed stomach first and
just lay there with arms and legs spread eagle.  Such a beautiful sight. 
By tomorrow evening, I hoped to have every bit of her clothing in my
possession.  All I had to do was entice her with a good enough deal to
trade it in.

   At the appropriate time, her terminal beeped and requested an order for
dinner.  She had skipped breakfast, but had a few grapes to get her
appetite up, so she was hungry enough to spend her last Pony Buck on a
dinner of Bacon Cheeseburgers, tater-tots, and side salad.  And chocolate
milk, of course.  She went to bed earlier than the previous night.

   The next day, she again skipped breakfast and refused the offer to trade
for more Bucks.  I had the patience to wait until she was starving enough
to trade her clothes, but I did not want her to suffer like that.  And
taking a direct hand in convincing her to give them over would be much more
satisfying, anyway.  She was showing more obvious signs of her growing
boredom now, pacing around, sleeping during the day, hot showers more
often.

   So around noon, her terminal beeps, then displays, "Staff member Jimmy
has requested to visit with you in your room.  Do you accept his
inventation?"

   "Y E S".

   I headed down again, this time armed with a small brown bag, and with
the JENGA game, where you pull wood blocks from lower in the stack to place
them on top until someone knocks over the pile.  I let myself into her
room. I definitely catch the smile as she sees me.

   "Hey Steph!  I hope you don't mind that I wanted to spend some more time
with you, it is hard for me to resist such pretty company."

   "I don't mind!"

   I am definitely staring at her now, as she was still topless, most
likely having simply forgotten that she was not wearing her shirt.

   "I thought we could play some Jenga today"

   She grabbed the box from me and plopped down on the floor, setting it
up. We played a few rounds and it was nearly an hour later before I
couldn't help myself and teased her, to get her reaction.

   "Steph, you are more beautiful every time I see you, and I am certainly
glad that I get to see more of you."

   My eyes were intentionally very obviously on her pointed little breasts.
She smiled then noticed my stare.  Her smile slowly faded and I saw her
realization even as her eyes slowly moved down to look at herself.  It all
happened at once and I was trying hard to not laugh out loud.  She turned
scarlet from her toes, up her thighs, past her neck and all of her face. 
Even those awesome little tits turned hot pink.  She screeched and dashed
for the bathroom where her shirt was still lying.  It was perfect.  Except
that now she was crying in the bathroom, mortified that I had seen her
boobs.  I went to her with a calming voice telling her there was nothing to
be embarrassed about, that I truly did think she was beautiful.  I thanked
her for letting me see her breasts, and that I hope to be able to see them
again.  She finally calmed down and I pulled her into a light hug.  She
responded, so I tightened my grip and ran my hands through her hair

   "Steph, I did not mean to embarrass you," I lied.  "I like looking at
you is all.  I should have said something when I came into the room, but
your just so beautiful that I couldn't help but wanting to see more.  I
have some presents for you too by the way.  Come out and get them?"

   She sniffed, dried her eyes, then followed me back out to the main room.
I opened the brown bag and handed her a new hairbrush, toothbrush,
toothpaste, and a small assortment of children's nail polish.  Her eyes lit
up at these simple gifts.

   "Will you let me brush your hair while I tell you what little I could
find out about whats going on?"

   She nodded, so I sat on the edge of her bed, and had her stand between
my knees as I carefully worked the tangles from her long blonde hair.

   "The staff isn't saying much.  But I found out that you were unconscious
when your mother dropped you off.  She gave you some kind of drugs and then
brought you here.  She did not give a reason, but set up an account so the
room is paid up for a long time, but unfortunately nothing else, like the
Pony Bucks, was paid for at all.  We really do not know why she did this,
Steph.  The management has been trying to contact her, but can't reach her
at all.  We do not know when, or if, she is coming back."

   "I like you very much and want to be your friend Steph, and more.  I
know your out of Pony Bucks, and the management here is very strict.  They
don't allow freebies, and they are not very nice people.  I only work here
because the paycheck is very good.  I have arranged a special deal for you.
I have worked here along time and they respect me, somewhat.  They were not
happy, but they agreed to do it for me, but only if you accept the deal. 
Do you understand what I am saying?"

   She nodded, staring at her feet.  I continued, "Before you see the deal,
I want you to know that I requested to be the only person to visit you
here, unless you specifically agree to let someone else in.  No one else
will come here to see you.  That may be important when you see the deal,
ok?"

   She looked quite worried now, but nodded again.  I led her over to the
terminal and had her type in 'T R A D E' This started a script I had loaded
before coming down.

   "Stephanie, you have a balance of 0 Pony Bucks.  Do you wish to trade
for more?"

   She looked at me and I encouraged her to reply, so she did "Y E S"

   "Bonus!  Bonus!  Bonus!  You have been offered a rare and valuable trade
in bonus!  This deal will not be offered again if you choose not to accept
it!  The deal is as follows: Trade in 2 articles of personal clothing to
receive all of this: 1.  Unlimited access to the TV for the entire duration
of your stay!  2.  A hot meal will be delivered to your room twice a day,
at no further charge to you for the duration of your stay!  3.  You will
receive 5 Pony Bucks to spend on items for your room, such as blankets,
coloring books, magazines, toys etc!  REPEAT, this is a unique one time
offer made at the request of a staff member.  If you refuse, it will not be
offered again.  Do you accept this offer?  You must trade in 2 items of
your clothing to accept." A blinking curser waited.

   I could see Steph swallowing hard as she read it again and realized to
get all this would leave her naked in this room for who knows how long. 
She seemed unable to come to a decision, so I encouraged her.

   "Steph, I promise that I will be the only one to come down to see you
until your mother gets back.  This deal is the best they will offer, and it
was hard to get this.  Please accept it."

   She pondered some more, her eyes getting wet, but not actually crying.
Finally she turned back to the terminal and typed her answer as I watched
over her shoulder, "Y E S"

   The terminal replied, "Thank you Stephanie!  Your trade in has been
noted.  Please deposit your clothing in the slot provided at this time"

   Inwardly I cheered, outwardly I said seriously, "It is what you needed
to do Steph.  I am not sure how you could survive if you didn't take the
deal." She was looking over to the slot, but I took her by the hand to get
her attention.  I put my hands on her waist and lifted her to stand on the
end of the bed.  I remained on the floor.  "Steph, I got this deal for you
to help you.  I would like to be the one to remove your clothes and put
them in the slot.  May I do this for you?"

   She looked like she was about to cry, but she squeaked out, "OK".

   I took her shirt by the hem and slowly lifted it, telling her to lift
her arms, which she did.  Off came her shirt, exposing her lovely little
tits to me again.  She covered herself with her arms as I walked over and
slid her shirt into the slot.  I returned to her.  She was still standing
on the bed, which put me near eye level with her panties when I sat beside
her feet, as I had intended.  I looked into her teary eyes as I slowly
worked her panties down, savoring this for as long as I could.  I pulled
them down a little in the back, then on the sides, then in the front,
making sure my hands made a whole lot of skin contact on all sides of her.
I repeated this until her panties were on the bed and I lifted one foot at
a time and then removed them.  I had placed her feet back down somewhat
further apart than where they started, spreading her legs some.  She moved
one of her hands down to cover herself, but I gently pushed it aside,
saying "You do not ever need to hide anything from me Steph."

   I was quite surprised when she lowered both of her arms to her sides.  I
was at eye level with her beautifully puffy pussy.  It was still fully
closed with just a tight line showing the slit between her lips.  She was
blushing again, but not like before when it was mostly shock.  Before she
could react I reached around her and each hand grabbed a firm round butt
cheek, then pulled her crotch into my waiting mouth.  I opened my mouth and
latched on with a sucking kiss over the whole of her mound, including the
fleshy lips covering her clit.  She screamed and tried to push me away with
her hands on my forehead, but this just made her back arch away, exposing
her more fully to my mouth.  Still looking up at her and with her pushing
on my head, I made a single deep lick from near her asshole up across her
virgin opening, my wet tongue sliding easily between the tight fat folds of
her vulva to press against the warm flesh underneath.  Continuing across
her pee hole, then brushing firmly across her immature clit.  I felt her
jerk from the intense stimulation.

   I released her ass and she fell backward onto the bed, screeching "EWWW
Gross!  Why did you do that!!?"

   "Sorry Steph, but you are so damned pretty.  I just had to know if you
taste as good as you look." I made a show of sampling the taste from my
lips with the tip of my tongue.  "I must say you taste quite good, indeed!"


   And I was not lying.  This was the first young girl I had the pleasure
of tasting, even if it was just a single quick lick.  And I knew I was
forever hooked.  Her flavor was fresh, just a bit of a sweet musky tang. 
With a hint of the sharp taste of traces of urine trapped within her
swollen folds.  Delicious and perfect.

   "Sadly I must get back to work, I am happy that we will be spending alot
more time together, and that I am able to help you get what you need to
live here, Steph.  I hate to think of what might happen to you if I wasn't
allowed to be with you."

   With that not so subtle message delivered, I headed for the door after
tapping my security code into her terminal.  Before I stepped out with her
panties in hand I turned to her saying, "I will be joining you for dinner
tonight if that's OK?  I will bring you a nice desert too.  My desert is
going to be more of that."

   And I pointed right at her pussy.  From the look she gave me, I knew she
pegged me as being serious.  I headed back upstairs as usual to watch her
reactions on my video displays.  I kept her panties and put them on my
desk. Back in her room, Steph probed at her vulva, wondering how Jim could
be so gross, and why it had felt like it had.  Still in confusion over what
had just happened, Steph went and took a long hot shower.  She returned to
the main room to find a message on the terminal giving directions on how to
turn the TV on and off.  She watched cartoons right up until dinner.

   I carried our dinner trays down atop a small lightweight table with
foldout legs.  I let myself into her room without bothering to send a
terminal message first.  Steph was obviously still nervous, and was
standing on the opposite side of the bed from the door.

   "Hey Steph, I hope you like beef stew and corn bread.  I brought you a
big glass of grape juice too."

   She wouldn't know it but I had put nearly 2 shots of top shelf vodka in
her juice, to help her relax.  It was good stuff, and she probably wouldn't
be able to really taste it.

   "Why don't you turn the tv off while I get get our table set up."

   She moved to the terminal and switched her tv off, then came over closer
to the wonderful smelling stew.  I caught the scent of the honeysuckle body
wash and shampoo she was now using.  We sat on the floor again, cross
legged.  She noticed I was looking down between her legs, and moved a hand
to cover herself.  I gave her a slight frown and shake of my head.  She was
a smart girl and instantly understood my unspoken meaning.  She moved her
hand away and lowered her eyes to her lap.  I reached over and lifted her
chin, saying "You do not need to feel bad or ashamed, Steph.  You are a
beautiful girl and should be proud of your body, ALL of your body.  Now
lets eat" We ate our meal in relative quiet.  She made a face when she
tasted the juice, but she drank it anyway.

   Nearly finished, I said, "Steph, the management here has agreed to put
me in total charge of your care.  They made you my very own little
princess. So anything you need, you just have to ask me and I will try to
get it for you, ok?" She nodded.

   I continued, "I have tried to get them to let me take you to our
swimming pool, but they don't want you to leave this room.  Do you like to
swim?" Her eyes lit up and she actually spoke, not just nod, "I love to
swim.  I get to go to the pool a lot in the summer.  Or I used to anyway. I
even went to the beach once.  That was a lot of fun."

   I said, "We have a pretty nice pool here, its all inside, and heated.  I
tell you what.  After we both enjoy our deserts, I will go talk to the
management again.  I am sure I can convince them to let you go to the pool
with me, if I really try."

   Her eyes had gone a bit wide at the mention of desert, probably
remembering my comment from earlier in the day.  I uncovered the last dish
on the table.  It was a slice of cheesecake topped with strawberries, which
I motioned for her to take.  It was all hers.  She ate it all, with many
"mmmm, so good" comments.  I could tell the relatively small amount of
vodka was affecting her small body.  It could very well be the first
alcohol she had ever consumed.  She was getting more relaxed and chatty. 
She finished the cheesecake and leaned back on her arms, which gave me an
even more enticing view of her pussy.  Even in this position, it was still
tightly closed, which I found fascinating.  It was time to more fully enjoy
my young guest.

   I stood up, and held a hand out to help her up, "Steph, did you like the
cheesecake?"

   She smiled and nodded, "Yeah, it was really good".

   "Great!  I am sure I will enjoy my desert just as much" I pulled her
gently to the bed and sat her on the edge.  The vodka was battling with her
nervousness, so she listened to me as I had her lay back onto the bed,
"Just relax Steph.  I want to taste you again.  I won't hurt you, I
promise. Just relax and enjoy the sensations you feel.  Close your eyes if
you like and just focus on what you feel."

   With that I moved over her face and gently kissed each of her eyes,
forcing her to close them.  I had told her I was going to taste her, and I
decided to try using just my mouth this time, not touching her at all with
my hands if I could help it.  So my lips and tongue trailed across her
throat.  I allowed my breath to land heavily on her, for an added
sensation. The tip of my tongue traveled down to the center of her chest
between her little soft cones, stopping occasionally to plant a kiss.  I
slowly moved my tongue over to circle around her left breast, not yet
hitting the pointed mound of flesh.  My kisses moved in an inward spiral,
finally moving onto the now blushing skin of her breast.  Her hand came up
instinctively to protect herself.  I caught her hand in my own and
whispered, "just relax and enjoy, it will be good, I promise" She lowered
her arm back down, but I could feel her trembling under my lips.  My mouth
continued its spiral, finally reaching the peak of her small pointed tit
and planting a soft sucking kiss on her tiny nipple.  I licked her nipple
then lightly blew across it before opening my mouth wider and sucking in
the entirety of her developing breast.  Her skin was warm and pliable as I
sucked and rolled my tongue around her breast.  I continued for awhile and
then moved my attention to the other breast, giving it equal attention
before my lips and tongue started a slow trail downward across her stomach.
I licked a trail straight from her naval, across her mound, stopping right
at the beginning of the tightly closed slit.  Here I moved off to the side,
allowing my wet tongue to paint the crease between her right thigh and
vulva.  I moved back up and then down the other side.  I made broad laps at
her puffy lips with my flattened tongue.  I made tight sucking kisses along
her inner thighs.  By this time Stephs skin was very flushed, and she was
breathing somewhat harder.  I was not sure if it was the alcohol, or if she
was getting aroused, or some of both.  It was amazing to witness though, as
I had not yet reached the true treasure.

   After sucking her wonderfully puffy pussy lips into my mouth, one at a
time, I finally hardened my tongue and made a slow, probing journey up her
crevice, feeling the soft, warm goodness hidden by her folds.  Her lips
were very large, proven by how far they came up on my tongue as I probed at
the entrance of her tiny virgin hole.  When it came time, I could probably
cover the entire head of my cock with her lips before I so much as touched
the entrance!  I realized that such large puffy lips could mean a lot of
satisfying play time before I actually took her virginity.  I probed at her
tight opening with the tip of my tongue, savoring a new, heavier taste.  I
realized that she actually was aroused, and her body was responding with
its slick lube that I was now tasting.  I guess she was not too young for
that as I had assumed.  Delicious.  I moved my tongue upward, prying her
crevice apart as I went.  I paused when the tip of my tongue found her tiny
hidden clit.  I couldn't actually feel it, but I knew it was hiding there
somewhere.  So I moved my tongue around that area and noticed the slight
flinching when it passed over a spot.  I softened my tongue and gently
massaged the area with it.  Keeping my tongue softer, but still pressed
deep within between her folds I began making slow laps top to bottom, and
back up again.  I continued this for many long minutes, enjoying every
second of pleasuring my little princess.  Her breath was coming in short
little gasps now, and I could see the sweat forming on the flushed skin of
her belly and face.  I broke my own rules as I moved a finger to her now
slick slit.  As my tongue firmly massaged the area around her clit, I
slowly pushed my finger between her folds, groaning at the hot slick feel
of her lips moving along my finger.  I stopped upon feeling her tight
entrance, then using the pad of my finger I applied slight pressure down
into the hole.  I released the pressure, then reapplied it.  Not pushing
into her opening, but just putting pressure there.  Her body responded very
quickly, pumping out lots of lube in preparation for the penetration it
seemed to think was coming.  I smeared it around her lips and dipped my
tongue down for another taste.  At 10 years old, and a virgin, she was
going to be very tight.  But her body knew what I wanted, and it was
definitely letting me know it was ready to be fucked.  But that would come
later.  Maybe even tomorrow.  Stephanie was mine now.  After tonight she
would deny me nothing.  And so I continued my tongue assault on her clit,
while my finger continued a steady paced surface level finger fuck against
the entrance of her sex.

   As my mind drifted ahead to fantasize about actually fucking her, I
realized she had stopped breathing as her entire body clenched up.  I
pressed my fingertip a bit deeper into her hole and felt the rhythmic
pulsing of her vaginal muscles.  I pulled my mouth and finger away from
her, grinning.  This little girl had just experience one very grown up
orgasm.  I quickly climbed onto the bed and pulled her into a hug.  She
seemed to be looking at me and trying to say something, but she couldn't
get control of her muscles or voice, just producing little whimpering
sounds.

   Finally she managed to get out, "What happened?  I couldn't move or
talk. I felt like I should be scared, but I couldn't even think enough to
be scared." I hugged her close and asked, "Did you like that?  You are
delicious and made for a wonderful desert!"

   "Yeah, I have never felt anything like that!"

   I am certainly glad to hear that!  I thought to myself with humor. 
"does that happen every time you.." she paused, unsure what to call it, "
every time you have desert?"

   I laughed and said, "I will try to keep my little princess satisfied. 
Soon enough you will share special treats of your own with me." I left it
vague and she did not say more about it.

   "I need to leave the room for just a short while, Steph.  I will be
right back though.  I hope to get permission for you to come to the pool
with me." I left her room, but only to retrieve another special item that I
had ordered.  It had just been delivered two days ago and was custom made
for Stephanie.  Enough money can get you anything you want.  I was becoming
quite fond of Steph, but I could not take a chance of her running off.  If
she tried to flee my home, then she would die.  I was taking a huge risk in
my plans by letting her leave the secure room.  I returned to her room,
where she was showering.  I sat on her bed where she could see me, she
started to get out of the shower, but I told her to take her time and
finish up.  I was enjoying the show, honestly.  Even considered joining
her. I have been telling her constantly how pretty she is and how much I
like looking at her.  Apparently the little vixen was starting to figure it
out.  She would glance over at me as she washed, turning herself so that I
could watch her rub body wash onto her breasts and stomach.  She soaped up
her crotch and rinsed, then bent over to rise herself better from behind.
But she was facing me, so her ass was away from me, so I suggested, "Turn
around and finish your rinsing, Steph" She looked at me, and I saw a light
blush, but she turned around and bent back over, legs slightly spread as
she used a hand to splash water up from below to rinse her soapy bottom. 
It was a wonderful view and I knew the cameras were catching every bit in
high def.  She finished her shower and towel dried.  I patted the bed
beside me and she came and sat down.  She was a very obedient child.  I had
expected a whole lot of defiance and anger when I had taken her last
clothing, much less when I manipulated her into receiving full blown oral
sex.  But there was no anger.  She was doing what I asked, and not trying
to avoid me.  It seems she has accepted her current situation and didn't
want me to abandon her.  I am sure that my lies about her mother was making
her think that she was going to be here for a long time, as I had fully
intended.

   I said to her, "Did you enjoy your shower?  I did!"

   She actually rolled her eyes and said, "I could tell"

   Yes, definitely a little vixen in training.  I think that I chose well
indeed with this one.  "I spoke with the management, and they really do not
want you to leave this room." Her face fell as she lost the hope of seeing
and using the pool.

   I paused for a bit of drama, then continued my thoughts, "But I argued
for your sake, since I like you so much, and you do everything I ask you to
do.  They finally agreed with some conditions!"

   Her smile came back showing her straight white teeth.

   "Steph, your mother left very clear instructions that you were not
allowed to leave this home under any conditions until she comes for you. 
This is a special place that no one, not even the police, knows about.  We
are not sure why your mother wants you here, but she paid a lot of money
for you to be here.  I do not want to scare you, Steph," I lied, "But I am
fully responsible for the consequences if you try to run away.  They will
kill you and me both, Steph.  If I let you come to the pool, and to see the
rest of this house, you have to promise to stay with me and not try to run
away.  This is very serious!"

   Her eyes were wide as she absorbed what I was saying.  I pulled out the
item I had retrieved and held it up for her to look at.

   "Steph, this is a special collar.  Management says you will have to wear
it all the time if you want to explore outside this room.  It should be
comfortable for you to wear, and can be worn in the water or anywhere else.
"

   I pointed out a small rounded box encased within the silk and nylon
fabric of the collar.  "there is a strong wire that runs all the way
around, so the collar can't be torn off or cut.  But most important is
whats in this box.  If you run away and leave the home, needles inside this
box with automatically stick into your neck and poison you.  It will kill
you, Steph!  The collar is quite safe and harmless if you stay near me,
though".  My description of the collar was mostly accurate.  It would
indeed inject her, but with a sedative strong enough to put her to sleep in
seconds, instead of a deadly poison.  I had made that last change last
minute when I ordered the collar.  I realized that I would never be able to
actually allow her to die.

   "Will you let me put this collar on you?  It locks on and will only be
removed when your mother comes to get you.  Until then it will mark you as
my pet princess.  "

   I smiled as if joking.  But I wasn't.  I handed the collar to her so she
could inspect it.  She took it and held it like it was a live snake about
to bite her.  It was pink with white lace trim, with the fabric being
layered enough to cushion the wearer from the wire, lock, and the small box
holding the electronics of the auto injecting needles.  It was actually a
modified dog training collar.  The collar was linked to a transmitter up in
my home.  If the collar moved too far from the transmitter..  pow..  an
injection instead of a shock.  I took the collar back from her and slapped
it down on the bed, then banged it hard a few times to show her it was safe
and would not accidentally go off.  I had fully tested the range and she
could go anywhere within my home, but not very far outside of it before it
was triggered.

   I held the collar up toward her neck and raised an eyebrow, "Shall we go
swimming, Steph?"

   That decided her and she held her hair out of the way while I locked the
collar in place.  "At least it is a pretty collar, for a pretty princess,"
I told her.  She didn't reply.

   "The other staff will be in secure areas of the home, so you will
probably not even see them, and they won't see you.  It will just be the
two of us, so don't worry about someone other than me peeping at your
boobs, ok?"

   I chuckled to lighten the mood, but I could see how tense she was as I
opened the door and let her out.  It was something that originally I had
never intended to let happen.  I led her straight to the pool room.  She
looked around the parts of the house we passed through, but it wasn't far,
so she really didn't see much.

   "The water is heated, and there are plenty of towels, so jump right in
and have fun." She still tested the water, but quickly jumped in after
finding it pleasantly warm.

   "Are you getting in?," she asked me.

   "Do you want me to?"

   "It is more fun with someone else to swim with," she said.

   Who was I to argue.  I turned on some lively music on the stereo
dedicated to the pool room, then walked back to the waters edge.  Stephanie
was paddling around and watching me as I pulled my shirt off, then my
jeans. I was standing there in my sport briefs and was about to jump in
when I grinned to myself.

   "Steph, I usually swim without clothes.  Have you ever seen a boy naked?
"

   "I saw my cousins little brother once," she said.

   "So you saw his penis?"

   "Yeah, he was running all over the house naked."

   I clarified for her, "You know a mans penis grows up too when he gets
older right?"

   she said, "I guess".

   I motioned her over to the side where I was standing on, and had her
climb out, which she did.

   "Steph, the first time I saw you without panties, you had let me take
them off of you.  You are about to see me naked for the first time, so you
get to take my underwear off."

   She frowned and said, "it's ok, you can do it"

   "No Steph, you are going to do it.  I know you are curious, so go ahead
and do it now."

   It was more of a command than a suggestion.  She did.  There was nothing
slow or erotic about it.  She grabbed the waistband and pulled them down to
the floor, nearly falling over backward when my erect penis sprang up and
nearly hit her in the face.

   She stared at it in fascination, "Umm the one I saw wasn't that big, and
wasn't standing up like that."

   I chuckled, "It stands up like that when I am around a beautiful girl
that is paying attention to me, it is proof that I really do find you
attractive and interesting!"

   With that I dived in.  She followed and we spent a few hours swimming,
splashing, and horsing around in the warm water.  It was innocent, if
naked, fun.  After the pool I took her to my exercise room and made her jog
on the treadmill for half an hour.  She complained but not too much.  After
that I left her locked in her room, but promised to return for dinner. 
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   I spent time with Stephanie every day for the next week, joining her for
breakfast and dinner, often bringing a game or two to play with her, but
avoided all sexual contact, just letting her settle in and grow more used
to having me fawn over her.  I always stripped nude for the pool, and then
did not put anything back on afterwards, until we finished our time
together and I left her in her room.

   So it was that at the end of that week we had returned to her room from
the pool and exercise room.  I led her into her shower, with both of us
still nude.  We did this often over the last week.  But this time I had her
soap me up, and as she did my cock sprang to life, knowing what my brain
was thinking.

   "He needs some attention too, Steph," I said while glancing down.  She
got more body wash on her hands and spread it on my cock and then rubbed
back and forth to wash.  "Yeah, just keep doing that, it will get clean,
and it feels good.  Wash my scrotum too," I said, guiding her hand to my
sack.  I enjoyed her attention for a few minutes before rinsing off.

   I led her back to the bed, saying, "Steph, I think I would like some
desert before dinner."

   She looked into my eyes as I pushed her down onto her back on the edge
of the bed.  Before I said or did anything, her knees bent and moved apart,
in a most inviting manner.  I truly enjoyed going down on Steph.  But I
stopped after tasting the slick lube coming from her virgin vagina.  I
spread it up and down her crevice, and all over the outside of her vulva.
Between my saliva and her own nectar, she was slippery indeed.  I crawled
up and lay on the bed beside her, and she looked at me confused, wondering
why I had stopped.

   "Steph, I want to show you something new,"

   I encouraged her into a position where she was straddling my hips.  I
pulled my cock down flat against my stomach and had her settle down on the
shaft.  Her pussy lips were so full, so puffy, and so slick that they
easily parted and spread down both sides of my cock, leaving the length of
my shaft pressed firmly into the base of this warm wet crevice.  I grabbed
her by the hips and pulled her forward, and pushed her back, making her
pussy slide the whole length of my cock.  On the back stroke, the head of
my cock rubbed against her clit, and her eyes widened.

   I guided her hips a couple more times then said, "Ok Steph, now you move
so that it feels good for you.  I am just going to lay here and enjoy it."

   And I did.  She moved in different ways, getting a feel for my cock
rubbing her sensitive parts.  I was thankful for all the stamina training I
had forced on myself.  Just the thought of this petite blonde 10 year old
riding my cock like this would have made me blow my load a few years ago.
But now I could enjoy the ride as much as she did.  She settled into a
steady back and forth rhythm on my cock.  I could see the flush in her face
as she worked toward her climax.  I reached up and took her slender breasts
in my fingers, gently rolling and massaging them.  She reached her orgasm
and collapsed onto my chest.

   I held her close for a minute then rolled her off onto her back.  With
her butt right on the edge of the bed, I lifter her legs, bending them at
the knees.  And then with her legs firmly together, pushed her knees into
her chest and held them there.  I had a perfect view of her slick pussy and
tight little asshole, and I could easily have fucked either or both of them
right then.  But I was saving those for later.  I simply pressed my cock
into her crevice, continuing what we were doing before, but now with me on
top.  I slid the head of my cock up and down the length of her slit, then
pressed it forward to move between her thighs, with her slick lips parted
on both sides of the shaft.  So I 'dry' fucked her, but she was far from
dry!  I continued this motion as I let my own climax build.  She had come
down from hers, and I know the intense stimulation on her clit was almost
painful as she flinched when I thrust forward.  My balls were about to
explode, and just as my orgasm hit, I forced her knees apart and shot my
load up her stomach and chest, the first powerful jet actually splashing
across her nose and cheek, because the moment I pushed her knees apart, she
had lifted her head to see what I was doing 'down there' Her jaw dropped
open as she watched 2 more thick white jets of semen shoot out and land on
her right tit, and stomach, respectively.  Mostly spent, the rest of my
semen oozed out and puddled on her pubic mound, then left a wet trail as it
drained down into her already slick slit.  It was the most erotic vision I
had ever experienced in my life.  She finally reached up to wipe away the
thick sticky glob slowly moving down her cheek, but I made her stop.  It
halted upon hitting the fine translucent hairs on her upper lip.

   "Use your tongue, clean it off with your tongue." She shook her head
with a disgusted look, so I said more forcefully, "Do it." She slowly stuck
her tongue out and the tip hit the glob, causing it to roll free and onto
her tongue, then into her mouth.  She had not expected it to actually enter
her mouth, as she had been just trying to knock it off, and so made an
awesomely disgusted face, and, trying hard to not laugh and look serious, I
quickly commanded, "swallow it, don't spit it out.  "

   She pleaded at me with her eyes, holding my cum on her tongue still with
her mouth open, not wanting it to move around if she tried to talk.

   "Swallow it, and then eat the rest that is on your chest and stomach.  I
will bring you a whole can of Sprite all for yourself with dinner."

   She stared at me for another entire minute with teary eyes, then,
deciding that I was not going to change my mind, finally closed her mouth
and swallowed it.  "Do I really have to eat the rest?"

   She asked, poking a smaller puddle near her navel."

   "Well, you ate some already, so you need to finish to get the soda."

   It was almost too easy to bribe a child with a sweet-tooth.  It took
awhile, but she finally scooped up the last of the congealing puddles and
slurped it down.  I sent her into the bathroom so she could rinse her
mouth, and take another quick shower.  While she was cleaning up, I
explained to her what the semen was, and that it was produced because of
how much pleasure she gave me.  I convinced her that eating it was an
acknowledgement of her affection for me, if she had any, and wasn't any
different than when I licked up the slick nectar that her own body produced
for me when I was licking her "down there" as she has been calling it.

   I decided that she had experienced enough sex education for a few days.
So I left her alone in her room more than I had been, but still sharing
dinner with her, and simply delivering her breakfast.  I took her for a
swim and exercise a couple of times during the week, and we enjoyed just
hanging out.  I found out that her 11th birthday was coming up in a few
weeks.  She was missing her mother terribly, and I held her and comforted
her through a rough crying spell, whispering assurances that she had me for
as long as she wanted me.  As I held her there, I solidified in my mind two
decisions I had come to regarding Steph.  The first was going to take the
patience and will power of a glacier on my part.  I was going to wait until
the day of her 11th birthday to take her virginity, which I am confident
she will give me willingly even after I explain beforehand what I want from
her.  The second decision could potentially cost me everything.  I am going
to help Steph make a nice cheerful video message to her mother, letting her
know that she is ok and having fun, even though she misses her mother and
doesn't understand why she was abandoned here.  Out of caution, I would
make sure the video held some not so subtle accusations against Stephs
mother to discourage her from showing it to the police.  Even if she did,
there would be nothing traceable about it.  I was smarter than that!  Just
making the video would be a huge lift for Steph's spirit.  And for some
reason, that really mattered to me.

   Today's agenda set, I left Steph locked in her room after delivering
breakfast and left the house to go do some shopping, stopping by the ATM
for a good amount of cash first.  I bought a beautiful short pink and white
dress trimmed all over in lace.  It would match her collar well.  I also
picked up a few accessories that I thought would look nice, and even a
moderately complete (to my male eyes) makeup set.  I already had all the
video capture equipment I might need, and then some.  At another store I
ordered a small white resin table and a couple of matching chairs to be
delivered later in the week.  I decided that since I am eating with Steph
in her room, we should probably not have to sit on the floor all the time.
I no longer have to sneak peaks at her as she sits down cross legged.  She
knows I like looking, and will often 'innocently' put herself in a position
giving me interesting views, indeed.  Another stop late in the morning was
the field office of a construction company I have done business with in the
past.  I had a project in mind for my back yard, and offered them a large
incentive to get it done ASAP.  My last stop before heading home was a
local fast food joint.  I despise fast food.  I consider myself a somewhat
accomplished cook with no formal training, and see fast food as nothing but
junk and fat.  But this was a treat for Steph, to get her in a good mood
for the movie making we would be doing before dinner.  In the bag was a
double burger and fries.  I even got her a small chocolate shake.

   With just the food bag in hand, I let myself into Stephs room.  She was
watching cartoons, but was laying on her bed with her head at the bottom so
she could watch better.  Her feet were on her pillows, but were very much
spread eagle.  She seemed to like that position.  Fine with me.  I hid the
bag behind my back.  She glanced at me as I walked in, but didn't get up. I
moved torward her as she went back to watching tv.  My fingers tickled her
behind the knee and she screeched.  I showed her the bag, which she
obviously recognized and made a gleeful grab for.  I pulled it back and
told her she had to lie still and not giggle in order to get the treat.  I
put her back into the spread eagle position she had been in, and tickled
her again.  She winced and was biting her lower lip, but trying so hard. 
My tickling fingers traced up the back of her legs to her inner thighs and
she buried her face in the blanket trying to hold still.  I finally let a
finger glide along the exposed, puffy lips of her sex.  I heard a sigh, and
guessed she thought I was going to 'have some more desert'.  But I slid my
finger up to her tight asshole and pressed lightly causing her to finally
jump and pull away.  She spun her head around, and I thought she was going
to be angry but she wasn't!

   She was laughing, "NO FAIR!".

   I held out the bag to her in a placating gesture, "ok ok I admit that
tickling your butt hole was a cheap shot to make you loose.  I will have to
play with it more later to see just how ticklish it really is."

   Another innuendo that I knew, and from the funny look she gave me, she
suspected, would actually happen later.  She took the offered food as a
concession, and seemed to thoroughly enjoy her meal, especially the shake.

   I excused myself as she ate, and returned a short while later with a box
full of video gear.  Tripod, lighting, the whole works.  This room has many
many cameras already.  But Steph hasn't figured that out yet.  So I set up
this high end video camera that writes directly in HD to a DVD.

   Steph was looking very concerned, and asked in a timid voice, "You're
not going to make videos of me naked are you?" She had no idea..  But she
had the wrong idea, so I explained my plan to her as I finished setting up
the lights and backdrop.  "We are going to make a short video that will be
sent to your mom's house.  You can tell her how your doing, about how great
the food is here, how much you miss her.  You can ask her why she drugged
you and left you here, or when she is going to come get you.  You can use
the video to just talk to her.  Remember that this place is secret, so if
you talk about me, you can't use my name, just say a friend, or a guy, ok?"
But Steph was stuck on an important issue, "But I am NAKED!  I can't make a
movie for my mom!!

   I ignored her, saying instead "Lets get your hair brushed, I have a few
things here you might like".

   I showed her the large pink silk flower hairclip and she loved it.  We
brushed her hair until it was wavy and shiny, then pulled it to one side
and I held it there with the flower clip.  It was quite pretty in her long
blonde hair.

   "I brought you some make-up too.  Do you know how to use it?" I asked
hopefully.

   She said, "nope, I have never had any makeup"

   Great.  So we stumbled through eye liner, lipstick, blush, eye-shadow. I
stepped back to admire my work and couldn't help but laugh.  She looked
like an old hooker with way too much makeup hiding her worn out face.

   Looking in the mirror, all Steph had to say was, "this is bad".

   I laughed again, and helped her wipe her face clean.  It turned out to
be a fun time spent together with her, and we both learned a lot about
applying makeup to a girl.  We finally nailed it with just a very light
blush and super sparing on the lipstick and eye liner.  It was remarkable.
She was beautiful without the makeup, but she was making a STATEMENT now.
She giggled at my ohhhs and ahhhs as we both stared at her in the mirror. I
knew she was enjoying this attention.

   I led her back to the main room and stood her before the camera, in
front of the bright green screen background that I had set up.  I would
edit the video later and use the green screen to drop in a convincing
environment that showed something other than her bedroom/ prison.

   I laughed again as she exclaimed, "HELLO!  Still Naked here!".

   I sighed with fake exasperation, "Fine.  Wait there and close your eyes"
She sensed another gift coming from the way she bounced around.  I made
sure the camera was on to catch all the bouncing up close, then retrieved a
small package from the bottom of the box of video gear.  I unwrapped it and
smoothed out the dress, then held it up.

   "OK, open up!"

   She squealed in pure delight at seeing the dress.  "Really?  It is so
pretty!".

   I helped her put the dress on without messing up her hair or makeup. 
She was instantly transformed once more into a pretty, well dressed little
girl.  Then she sort of shattered that illusion in a cute way as she lifted
the front hem of the dress to make sure I realized that she still had no
panties on.

   I said, "Lift it higher." She did, then caught where my gaze was
focused, and realized I was teasing her, so she dropped her dress back
down.

   "What if they can see me?  I need panties on!"

   "Well, you should only be lifting your dress and bending over for me,
not whoever is going to watch your video.  Just stand and tell your mother
what you want to, no one will know you have nothing on under the dress. 
Promise".

   I gave her a quick hug then adjusted the lights to get them just right,
and natural looking.  I assured her that I could cut out any mistakes she
might make, and not to worry and just be herself.

   She gave me a beautiful smile, then turned to the camera, and I knew
that would be the opening scene, with her smiling at someone just off the
camera.  She glanced over at me again, and I nodded, so she started in with
a smile.

   "Hi mom!" a little wave at the camera.  "My friend is helping me make
this movie so you will know I am OK.  I miss you so much!  They are taking
good care of me here and the food is amazing.  I would get fat if I didn't
get to swim and run on the treadmill.  They make me exercise too much
though," she said with a frown, which I knew for sure was fake.  "I have a
nice room with my own bathroom.  It only has a shower though.  I miss
taking nice hot baths.  I do have my own huge TV though!  And it only shows
cartoons all day long!."

   I could literally see her joy fade, as she obviously was thinking of why
she was even here.

   She plowed on, "I miss you mom.  I miss my friends.  I even miss going
to school.  I am not sure what I did to make you so mad.  I can't think of
anything I did to make you want to get rid of me like this.  Come get me
mom.  I promise I will be good.  I am so sorry for whatever I did.  They
told me when I got here that you had arranged for me to stay for along
time. Why mom?" She wiped a tear that was streaking her makeup, and managed
another smile as she glanced over at me, "On the plus side, I have a new
friend.  We play games, and swim and watch tv together.  He works here, but
has been great to me!  He got me this dress just so I could be pretty for
your movie.  He is the only reason I am not crazy with boredom!  I think he
wants me to be his girlfriend, but is just too scared to ask me."

   She had looked directly over at me as she said that last bit, and I
could see a whole lot of emotions in that gaze.  I snorted and nearly
choked, but she looked back to the camera and finished up, "Mom, I want to
come home, but if there really isn't room there anymore, I think I will be
ok here until you want me again.  I love you mom." She nodded at me and I
switched the camera off.

   I wiped a damp eye that was threatening to overflow, and held out my
arms to her.  She leaped at me, wrapping her arms around my neck, and her
legs around my waist.  I instinctively grabbed her to keep her from
falling, my right hand on her back, and my left holding much of her weight
as the warm flesh of her bottom pressed into the palm of my hand.  Her
dress had ridden up when she leaped, so my hand was against her bare skin.
She didn't seem to mind.  Her face was buried against my shoulder.  I was
ready for the waterworks to start but they didn't.  She just held me. 
Holding her weight, I wasn't able to rub her bottom as I wanted to, but my
other hand did pull her tight and rub slow comforting circles on her back.
I finally eased up, and she leaned back a bit to look me in the eye.

   I said, "My girlfriend, huh?  You think so?"

   I leaned in and kissed her on the lips, just lightly pressing my closed
lips against hers.  Even with all the other stuff we were doing together,
this was the first time that I had kissed her.

   When I pulled away she watched my face for a moment then replied, "yeah,
I think so."

   She leaned in with her own little girl kiss, tight puckered lips leading
her face.  I met her lips with mine and held her there.  She started to
pull away and say something but as soon as I felt her lips relax I pulled
her tighter and took her top lip between mine, sucking lightly on it.  I
switched to her lower lip, and I will say again this girl is a fast
learner. In only a few moments I felt her returning the more intimate kiss,
and it felt wonderful.  I progressed to licking the edge, and inside of her
lip with a firm tongue.  She mimicked my actions and we enjoyed this for a
minute before I sought her tongue out with my own.  She hesitated briefly
as our tongues touched, and she withdrew hers.  My tongue followed though,
pushing between her teeth and probing into her mouth, while my hand held
her head firm.  I licked her teeth and the roof of her mouth and she tried
to push my tongue out..  with her tongue.  I probed her mouth a bit more
then finally settled for more lip lock kissing, which she seemed much more
comfortable with, and was pretty good at, actually.

   Holding her tight against my chest, I freed my lower hand to give her
bottom the attention I felt it deserved.  Her legs were still tightly
wrapped around my waist, leaving her ass fully spread and vulnerable to my
seeking fingers.  As we kissed, my fingers traced the softness that were
the globes of her ass, then got more adventurous and moved in small circles
around the tight sphincter of her rectum.  The puckered skin here was dry
but with a slight tackiness to it.  I didn't press more firmly, fearing I
would accidentally pull the sensitive skin and hurt her.  Instead I shifted
my attention to that fascinating area just a bit closer in to my waist. 
Her clit was mashed against my shirt just above my belt-line.  This caused
the whole of her marvelously plump lips to wrinkle and gap.  My fingers now
explored this gap from behind.  I had a goal and quickly found it, the tip
of my finger brushing over the tight opening of her sex.  I switched to the
flat pad of my middle finger, using the fingers on either side press open
her folds.  My middle finger began a slow methodical massage, not rubbing
the skin, but just pressing and moving her flesh around, pressing against
the hole.  Slow repeating motions: more pressure, less pressure, slow
circular massaging for both..  All of this was happening while we were
kissing, and no more than a couple of minutes had actually passed.  I soon
felt her nectar wetting my finger tip, and I pressed more firmly as the
lube flowed, lessening the likelihood of irritating her delicate skin.

   She was wet now.  Our kissing had slowed, but our faces were still
pressed together.  I rotated my finger slightly and felt the first joint
slide into her hot, wet, very tight hole.  She flinched and pulled her face
back so she could look into my eyes, as if she was trying to determine what
I wanted.  I held her gaze and let just the first joint of my finger move
in and out of her vaginal opening.  I saw the trust in her eyes as she lay
her head back onto my shoulder and let me continue.  I gently rocked her as
my finger continued its shallow fucking motion.  I soon became aware of
another motion.  Her hips were thrusting slightly, in perfect sync with the
motions of my finger.  I am not sure how I am going to fuck her without
hurting her.  She is so tight and so sensitive.  But I know I will.  And
many times again after that.  And it all starts on her birthday.

   Her nectar was coating my fingers as I slowed, then stopped the probing
motions.  She opened her eyes and looked at me curiously.  Such an intense
blue eyed gaze this girl has.

   I whispered, "You know what I want to do?"

   She shook her head in the negative.

   "I want to pull this dress off of you, lay you down on that bed, and
give you something much more pleasant to think about than why your mom left
you here."

   I brought my wet fingers up between us so she could see them.  I inhaled
her scent deeply, then put my fingers in my mouth, sucking off the musky
juice.  "What do you say to that, girl friend?" She whispered, "I say that
sounds very interesting"

   I snorted and put her down, "interesting, she says"

   We carefully removed and folded her dress, putting her hair piece with
it also.  Once situated on her bed, I gave her pussy and my mouth a
thorough workout.  I was getting pretty good at gauging how close to climax
Steph was getting by her breathing and twitching.  She was fully aroused,
and very wet and I knew it wouldn't be long.  My tongue was working her
clit now, so I used 2 fingers on my right hand to glide within her folds
down lower, gathering up enough of the nectar, saliva mixture to thoroughly
coat my fingers.  Her ass hole was already wet with excess moisture that
had run down.  My finger pressed firmly against her anal opening, which
clenched down.  But my steady pressure, lots of her own lube, and the
overriding sensations on her clit proved too much for the valiant defender
of her rectum.  My finger joint popped past her clenching sphincter ring.
She grunted, but I knew she could handle this, and I wasn't going to be
overly gentle.  I pushed my slick finger all the way in and held it there.
She was squirming, but I continued my assault on her clit with my mouth.  I
began a full in and out fuck of her ass with my middle finger.  On impulse
I brought my other hand up and started a hard but not penetrating massage
of her sex hole.

   So here we are, Stephs ass is barely on the edge of the bed.  I am
kneeling between her spread thighs.  I am sucking and licking her immature
but still sensitive clit, while fingerfucking her asshole deeply, and
grinding my other hand against her vaginal hole.  It is too much and she is
thrashing and squirming, trying to pull away from me, but I hang on.  I
want to feel her orgasm, so I don't relent.  She finally sobs out, "Stop!"
right as her orgasm hits, twisting the word into a long drawn out whine.  I
remove my fingers and give the full length of her pussy a few last gentle
full tongue licks to clean her up, and to feel the slowing but still strong
contractions of her orgasm.  I crawled up next to her to hold her, but
realized she had passed out, her breathing returning to a slow deep
pattern. Maybe I had been a little rough on her.  I would make it up
though.

   I picked up her nude body and carried her out of her room and into my
home, into my own bedroom suite.  I lay her on my bed, made sure all the
curtains were closed, and started a hot bath.  I stripped off my clothes
and picked Steph up again, then climbed into the large sauna / bathtub.  I
sat down and leaned back, carefully positioning Steph in front of me
between my legs, with her head resting on my chest.  I added bubble bath
while the tub filled.  I sat there, not yet turning on the noisy jets of
the tub.  Sat there wondering what the hell I was doing in bringing her up
here.  Sat there kissing the top of her head hoping that I hadn't hurt her
and that she wouldn't be angry.

   I felt her stir as the warm water reached her chest.

   "Hey Steph", I said somewhat lamely.

   "Hey Jim," she replied quietly, then added, "You scared me, and my
bottom hurts."

   I reached down between her legs, intending to simply swirl some warm
water around her sore bum, but she clamped her legs closed.

   "I'm sorry I got carried away, Steph.  Relax now and let the hot bath
soak in."

   She looked around, "where are we, Jim?  This bathtub is huge!"

   Instead of answering, I reached over to turn the water and air jets on
causing the tub to roar into life.  She scooted away from me and turned to
face me with a look of wonder on her face.

   "This is amazing!  I wish this was in my room, I would stay in it all
day!"

   And just like that, her sore ass was momentarily forgotten.  The air
jets were causing huge amounts of suds with the bubble bath, and we played
in the tub for a long while decorating each other with bubble art.  I made
her stand up and gave her a bubble beard and then huge bubble boobs.  She
in turn made me wear bubble earrings and payed me back with my own set of
boobs, which made us both laugh as they slid down to my stomach.  She had
me standing up in the tub as she decorated me.  She didn't even pause as
she kneeled down and tried to pile up bubbles on my limp cock, but most of
it just slid off, leaving a long icicle like bit hanging from the tip.

   "Well that didn't work" She said as she flicked it off with her finger.
Unfortunately her finger nail stung the very tip of my cock.  It surprised
me more than anything and I grunted and grabbed myself instinctively.  She
fell back and apologized several times.  I simply suggested that we jump in
the shower to rinse the bubbles off.  That done, we sat on the bed.  I
overplayed my 'injury' and saw her real concern.  She asked if it still
hurts and I nodded, saying, "I bet if you give it a nice long kiss it won't
hurt anymore though."

   She looked at me with those thoughtful eyes and then pressed her lips
against the head of my cock.  Which felt good, but I wanted more.

   "He likes the other kind of kiss.  Try that and I bet he will jump right
up to play".

   She wasn't sure what I really meant, but she seemed willing to help me
out, so I gave her some instructions.  She planted little sucking kisses
all over my cock.  She kept one hand grasping the shaft as it came to life,
growing in her hand.  I told her to kiss the head and she did, wrapping her
lips around it and giving a light suck.  Amazing.  I was not going to get
too aggressive again so soon, but I wanted to feel my cock in her mouth, so
I explained my intentions and what I would like her to do for me.  She sat
on the edge of the bed while I stood on the floor.  She held my cock at the
base with one hand and was sucking on the head.  I thrust toward her a
little and she let my cock slide further into her mouth, pressing it
against the roof of her mouth with her tongue.  I had instructed her to let
me know when she had too much in her mouth to be comfortable.  I pushed
further in until she held her hand up to stop.  She had nearly 3/4 of my
cock in her mouth, and was looking up into my eyes.  I slowly pulled back
out and pushed it back in, and felt her warm wet tongue moving to keep up.
I was explaining to her that doing this felt as good to me as when I was
licking her.  I was doing the thrusting, but she was actively participating
with her sucking and working her tongue.  I did not have near the stamina I
was used to having.  I spent a large part of the last few days in a
constant state of arousal, with no relief, preferring instead to pleasure
Steph.  And now that same beautiful 10 year old girl is giving me the best
blowjob of my life.  Maybe not the most skilled, but definitely the best.

   I approached my climax fast, which was just as well, as I didn't want
her to loose interest before she has some cum to swallow.  I warned her
that I was going to orgasm soon, and make more of the semen that she had
tasted the other day.  She started to pull away, but I encouraged her to
keep going and that my semen would be better right out of my cock if she
swallowed it right away.  She was looking very unsure and a little scared.
I would restrain myself from ramming my cock down her throat when I came,
but I would hold her head so that she had no option but to take my sperm in
her mouth.  So I stared down into her eyes as I thrust into her mouth, then
warned her to get ready, and try to swallow it all.  I grunted and made
several quick thrusts, being certain to not push too deep.  At least 4
large streams shot forth, splashing against her throat.  She tried to pull
away but I held her and told her to swallow it.  She was struggling to
swallow with my still hard cock pressing her tongue down, but I wouldn't
remove it since I wanted to feel the pressure of her tongue and throat as
she swallowed my load.  After a few gulps and some swallowed air.She got
most of it down, with just a dribble rolling out the side of her mouth.  I
slid my cock out and let it hang, then took a finger and gathered up the
semen heading down her chin.  Staring into her eyes the whole time and
telling her what a wonderful job she had done for me, I pushed my finger
into her mouth so she could suck the sperm off.  I had her wait on the bed
and I quickly grabbed her a can of sprite.  A treat well earned.  I opened
the can for her, and she took a gulp and swished it all around her mouth
before swallowing, then taking smaller sips of soda.  The whole experience
left her looking like she was going to throw up.  Fortunately that danger
was now past.

   "Thank you Steph, that was amazing!  If felt so good!  You will get used
to the taste as we do it more."

   A kind of OH-NO look crossed over her face as she realized it wasn't a
one time thing.

   "Pleasuring me like that is something you will be expected to do now and
then as my girlfriend.  You are really good at it, even for your first
time. I have a couple of movies I will set up for you to watch.  They will
teach you different ways of doing what we just did.  You can learn their
tricks, and when we do this again, I want you to surprise me with what you
learn, ok?"

   She agreed, and I added just as a tease, "By the way Steph, it didn't
really hurt when you flicked me.  I just wanted to feel your mouth on my
cock!" She gave me a very stern, accusing look and said "That wasn't nice!"


   I countered with, "But it felt very nice indeed, and I can't wait till
next time"

   Now I had another problem.  Steph was in my bedroom.  To get back to her
basement room we would have to cross a large part of my home.  I could just
blindfold her and carry her back down, but I had another idea.  One even
more wreckless than bringing her up in he first place.  This girl was going
to be my ruin yet.

   "Steph, there is something I need to let you know.  It normally wouldn't
concern you, but since you and I are so close, almost boyfriend and
girlfriend, I thought you would like to know" I had her full attention and
she perked up on the bed next to me.  "The managers have put you completely
in my care, in all regards.  They even left this home where we were running
the business.  They have another assignment and were going to get rid of
you since it seems that your mom really isn't going to come get you.  Maybe
your video to her will change her mind when she sees it."

   Steph replied, "Get rid of me?  Where would I go if I can't go home?"

   Being brutal, I said, "They were going to kill you Steph.  They are not
nice people.  They were simply going to set off your collar to poison you,
and then bury you in the backyard before they moved on.  I argued with them
and begged for your life.  I had to promise to keep you here with me.  It
is why I brought you up to my bedroom.  The managers are not here to stop
me now.  But they are watching, and if you leave the house and I am not
with you, they will still kill us both."

   She was pale and visibly shaking, believing every word I was saying.  In
a very small voice, "You saved me?  They were really going to kill me?"

   I nodded.  "I did not want to scare you so bad, but you need to
understand.  I might let you have more access to the house, the pool, and
maybe even let you help me cook our meals in the kitchen.  But we have to
be careful, Steph.  We have to make sure no one sees you in here.  I will
keep the windows locked and covered with curtains.  I am working on a way
to let you go outside some for fresh air and sunshine, ok?"

   "Do you understand all I am saying Steph?  I called you my little
princess before, but it is true now.  The managers gave you to me.  No one
at all other than your mother knows where you are, and she doesn't want
you. I want to live here with you and take care of you.  We have each
other. This is a very nice house, and if we are careful, we have it all to
ourselves as long as we like!  If I didn't agree to do this for you, they
would kill you.  I am responsible now, so we are in this together, Steph."

   "I'm scared Jim."

   I pulled her into a tight hug, "I know lover.  But I promise that I
won't let anything happen to you as long as your with me."

   This child is going to be seriously messed up if she ever gets away from
me, I thought with a little guilt.  I had set rules down for myself
concerning my interaction with the girl I kidnapped, but Steph was much
more intelligent, intuitive, obedient, and adventurous than I had planned
on.  I was developing a serious, dangerous affection for this smart and
beautiful little girl.  It had all been an experiment to turn a child into
a willing sex slave and lover that I would keep locked in my basement for
who knew how long.  Coercion, reward, affection, manipulation, and me
setting myself as the only shield against unknown dangers has locked little
Stephanie into my dark world.  But she sees me as a shining light in that
dark world, which is the beauty of the whole situation.

   "Try not to worry about it Steph, just forget I said anything" Yeah,
right.  I continue with, "Would you like to help me make lasagna for our
dinner?"

   Her scared dull eyes regained a bit of the gleam I loved to see.  I
said, "Wait here while I close the curtains and make sure everything is
locked up"

   I went out and did close a few curtains, but I was mainly wanting to
secure my video surveillance area.  I wasn't yet ready to explain why I had
20 plus hidden cameras constantly watching Stephs every little move in her
room.  This whole area was set into a shallow wall, with a locking secret
panel that was very hard to detect unless you knew it was there.  Even the
small computers controlling the data flow did not store anything.  My main
server housing all the video, private communications with my discrete
contacts, etc was in an even more secure location.  A few keytaps from any
terminal in the house, or even a txt message from my cell, would lock the
server up with encryption so complex and tight it would take CIA experts
years to figure out where to even start.  But this video wall was
vulnerable, and could lead to questions that I was unwilling to answer.  It
set right behind my 'normal' work computer and monitor, neither of which
had any links whatsoever to the more private network.  You could strip this
system down to the bare data bits and find nothing but everyday, run of the
mill internet browsing, internet shopping, work related emails, etc.  In
other words..  it was my front to protect my real identity.  I was
satisfied with the current security of the house.

   I went so far as to retrieve the washed jeans and shirt that Steph had
arrived in, which she had traded for those precious, imaginary, Pony Bucks.
She was not getting her panties back, however.  A trophy is a trophy.  I
returned them to Steph, along with a promise to get her a few more items.
She agreed to the condition that she would remove any and all of her
clothing, or allow me to remove them, at any time for any reason.

   I even told her, "Sometimes it is more fun being able to undress you,
than it is having you naked all the time"

   She was not quite sure what to think of that.  So once again clad in
jeans and a t-shirt, Steph followed me to the kitchen.  She was very
interested in my home.  Most any one would be, really.  It is huge, has all
the modern amenities other than obvious phones or TV, which I have in a
smaller private area.  My kitchen is amazing.  A large half circle with an
oval island.  All solid marble.  Nothing was skimped over in my kitchen,
from the many restaurant quality pots and pans hanging on racks, to the top
end commercial washing setup that could wash everything in about 2 minutes.
I kept this whole room spotless.  At any given time you could throw your
ingredients down on the marble counters and not worry at all about what
might have been there before.

   I pulled down pans, mixing bowls, and a baking dish and sent Steph for
the ingredients.  I knew where everything was, but she took to the
challenge with enthusiasm when I pointed her toward the pantry and walk in
cold storage.  I only cook with fresh ingredients, and make everything I
can from scratch, unless I am in an extreme hurry or cooking for someone
that really doesn't matter to me.  Neither was the case right now.  So I
took my time, showing Steph the ingredients for the sauce, and then how to
cook it down properly to prepare it for baking.  I had made a large batch
of homemade noodles several days ago, so they were ready to go.  A variety
of quality cheeses was added to the table.  I really enjoyed my cooking
hobby and was humming a random tune, and I think Steph was getting caught
up in my heightened mood.  She must have her own music going in her head,
for as she was mixing the chopped dried herbs into the sauce with a long
wooden spoon, she was singing softly and engaged in a very cute hip
shaking, head nodding dance.  I paused in my preparation to admire again
the depth and resilience of this girl.  I made a mental note to buy her an
mp3 player and find out what she liked to listen to.  Watching her little
dance I also decided to buy some skimpier, revealing clothing for her to
wear.  For my benefit, of course!

   Now the lasagna needed to bake.  I set the timer and suggested to Steph
that we go for a swim.  We both stripped down and jumped in, spending the
next hour swimming laps, and splashing around.  Finally we toweled off,
threw our clothes back on, and went to have dinner.  The lasagna was
excellent, as usual.  My pride in both my culinary skills and in
Stephanie's intelligence was further stroked when she puzzled out the fact
that I had been doing the cooking all along.  She was telling me I should
open a restaurant since the food I cooked was so good.  I laughed and told
her I only cooked for people I really cared about, and that it would not be
fun anymore to have to cook just to make money.  She caught the message
that I really cared about her to be cooking like this.  I was rewarded with
a beautiful smile.  She asked for something to drink, so I had her pour us
both a large glass of milk.  She sat back down at the table, with the milk
carton still in front of her.  I was about to remind her to put it away,
but held my tongue when I saw her eyes go wide, and she exclaimed, "Jim,
why am I on the milk carton?" I grabbed it from her and saw one of the
"Have you seen me?" posters on the back of the carton.  I had not noticed
it when I picked it up.  It was indeed Steph, giving her name, age, basic
info, and a phone number to call if you see her.

   It wasn't unexpected, but I wish I had seen it so I could have grabbed a
different carton.

   I said, "Looks like your famous Steph!  You are on there because nobody
knows where you are.  They think you are lost, or maybe hurt and scared
somewhere, or worse.  The police are trying to find you, so they put these
ads on milk cartons where lots of people will see it."

   Steph said, "Then we should tell them I am ok so they don't have to
worry."

   I replied, "We did, Steph.  Remember the short video you made?  Once
your mom gets that, she can show it to the school and police and they will
all know you are ok and happy.  If you or I try to contact them directly,
the managers will know, and will come back for us.  That is why it is so
important to stay hidden, Steph.  If anyone happens to see you here, and
calls the police, we will be in huge danger.  The people I used to work
for, that owned this business do not want anyone to know anything about it,
especially the police.  They will come after us, and after your mother.  We
have to be careful"

   I hope it made some sense to her, because my explanation sounded pretty
thin and weak in my own ears.  I keep saying how intelligent Steph is.  I
know at this point it is only a matter of time before she starts finding
the holes in the fantasy I am weaving around her.  When she finally calls
me out on why she is really here, I just hope that her love for me is
strong enough by then to choose her pampered life with me over going back
to what she used to be.  I was staggered by my own realization that I was
already planning on telling her the truth.  Some day.

   Supper was finished, and I shared a small bowl of ice cream with her. 
She barely made a noise of complaint when I made her help me clean the
dishes and wipe down all the counter tops and table.  It was getting late
in the evening, and she had been up in the house with me all day.  I went
to her, and reached down to lift her shirt off.  I noted a brief, probably
instinctive, move to hold her shirt down but she controlled it quickly,
then looked up into my eyes and held her arms up, allowing me to easily
slide it over her head.  I then used my fingers to unfasten her jeans and
slid them down, lifting her legs one at a time out of them.

   "It's getting late Steph.  Time for bed.  I will walk you down to your
room.  Or, you can sleep with me in my bed tonight.  I will let you choose.
Just keep in mind that if you are next to me, I might get a sweet tooth
tonight."

   I wiggled my eyebrows at her, knowing she understood the reference to
what I liked from her for my desert.  She thought about it for a minute,
looking around the room as she pondered.  She then took my hand, saying "I
feel safer with you".  I led her to my bedroom.  We slept nude, snuggled
together deep under the blankets.  I simply held her in my arms that night
as we both slept soundly.

   I woke up early as I always do.  Steph was still deeply asleep, snoring
very softly.  I peeled the blankets down and ran my gaze over her nude body
in the nearly dark room, the low light creating deep, intriguing shadows
along her curves.  I decided to wake her up in the most pleasant way I
could.  I carefully moved her legs apart, opening her thighs for my
attentions.  With her still snoring, I began a very gentle, unhurried
lapping at her sex with my lips and tongue.  My tongue sliding slowly and
softly within her folds.  Before long I tasted her nectar starting to flow,
and her breathing had quickened, but she was still asleep.  I wonder if she
was having a pleasant dream, and If I was in it if so.  She soon awoke
though and put her hands softly on the back of my head, encouraging me to
continue.  I kept up the lazy, slow pace.  She was soon pulling my head
harder against her swollen lips, trying to give me an unspoken command to
pick up the pace.  But I resisted.  "Jim", I heard the rushed, but still
sleepy voice saying my name.  I held my pace, lapping her nectar, moving my
softened tongue top to bottom and back again in the warm wet groove of her
sex.  Eventually, after my jaws and tongue were starting to ache, her hands
came off my head and I felt the pulsing contractions within her virginal
vagina.  The slow rolling orgasm had her trying to pull her legs together.
I withdrew my mouth and raised myself over her to better watch her
experience this awesome wave.  Her legs clamped together, her back arched
up slightly off the bed.  Her arms fell to the bed, with elbows bent and
hands on either side of her head, palms up.  I watched as her fingers
clenched closed and then opened, like she was trying to grab onto some
shred of reality.

   She was coming back to herself when I leaned in with a soft kiss on her
lips, "Good morning, lover".

   "Wow." was her first reply, then "good morning Jim".  She sat up, and
her gaze went to my painfully erect cock.  She looked back up to my face
and said, "You want me to do you now?"

   Did I ever!  But I said to her, "Thank you for asking me, Steph, I
appreciate it.  But this morning was for you.  I will be showing you a new
kind of sex later today, and will get my pleasure then."

   She looked somewhat relieved that I was not expecting her to suck me off
and eat my load this morning.  "Go wash up, then join me in the kitchen for
breakfast."

   After a light breakfast I took Steph to her room, dressed in her jeans
and shirt once again.  I brought down a simple portable DVD player.  I
showed Steph how to load movies, and how to work the basic controls for
rewind, pause, etc.  I handed her 3 DVDs in paper sleeves.  I told her the
truth that they were sex movies and two of them would teach her how to
improve her oral sex giving talents.  I handed Steph the 3rd movie, saying
"This shows you what we will be doing later today.  Pay attention to the
tips the actors give as they are preparing themselves.  You can watch all
of these as much as you like today.  I will be back for you before dinner,
but I have to go for awhile now." After sharing a long warm kiss, I left
her locked in her room.  I had considered watching the movies with her, but
decided that she would probably get more out of them if she wasn't
embarrassed at having me right there.  I would probably have made her
practice on me during the show anyway, so it was just as well.  The
anticipation of enjoying her newly enhanced talents would sustain me for
now.

   I headed into town for a few hours of shopping.  All cash of course. 
Credit cards were evil, and I don't mean because of their ridiculous
interest rates if you carry a balance.  I mean evil as they are disastrous
to a person such as myself.  My interests and hobbies do not lend
themselves to leaving such a brightly marked trail that a credit card can
leave.  With every swipe of that card, investigators know where, when-down
to the second, even what you bought and how much you spent.  If I ever
became a person of interest in a certain missing girls case, it wouldn't do
to have a trail of purchases of kid size dresses and clothing.  Simply
using cash all the time avoided everyone of those dangerous pitfalls.

   As I moved through the stores, I thought about how enjoyable it would be
to have Steph here with me.  To see her joy and and share in her enthusiasm
as she tried on things that she knew she could actually buy, and not just
window shop wishfully.  I pushed those thoughts aside, knowing full well
that to bring her shopping was to invite recognition, and disaster.  Her
house, and probably her mother, were less than 15 miles from where I was
walking in the mall.  I browsed a variety of stores, buying her several
nice outfits for every day wear, shaking my head as I let my original plans
of having a nude submissive sexual nymph locked in her princess chamber
24/7 slip away.  She has indeed become my plaything, but this girl child
has gotten to me in ways I never anticipated.  I find myself yearning to
encourage her curiosity as she absorbs what I teach her, whether it be sex
games in the bedroom or the finer points of gourmet cooking in the kitchen.
She is a very intelligent girl, and I am restricting her potential.  So I
will find a way to reward her obedient nature with knowledge and education.

   To that end I made my way to a store at the end of one wing of the mall
that I had before now, never had a reason to visit.  It was a large 2 story
affair attached to the mall with a glass facade.  Large letters over the
entrance proclaimed it as The Learning Emporium.  This place contains a
staggering amount of toys, games, activities, and random stuff, all having
a description, however tenuous, as being educational.  I looked all around
the store, knowing Steph would enjoy any of this stuff., but not really
finding anything that might satisfy her growing mind for very long.  I
moved to the electronics section, with its substantial assortment of
devices.  From self contained learning electronic books and games for
little kids, to full featured high end gaming machines for kids of all
ages. I am no novice around electronics, but the sheer amount of variety in
front of me was a little intimidating.  My confused indecision must have
been showing, because I heard a friendly laugh from behind me.  I turned to
find the source of the chuckle, and my breath caught.  She was beautiful.
18, maybe 19 years old.  long red hair hanging freely about her shoulders,
bright green eyes above freckled cheeks and a white, toothy smile greeted
me.  My eyes involuntarily roamed from her face, down her body, then back
up, liking the look of her colorful, almost playful clothing, and catching
her name tag which showed Sheilla.  "Hi, Sheilla, is something amusing?" I
asked before she could introduce herself, catching her a bit off guard
before she remembered her name tag.

   "Sorry, I wasn't laughing at you.  I just see that confused helpless
look in here alot.  We have a huge variety in this department, and I was
hoping I might be able to help you find what you need.  I am Sheilla, but
you already figured that out."

   "Hello Sheilla, I am Ramon." I held my hand out to her, which she took,
to shake.  But I pulled her hand up, turning it wrist up, and leaned down
to plant a soft kiss on her inner wrist.  She took a step back, startled.

   But I merely said, "You might very well have what I need.  Let us
discuss it."

   This flirting would not be going anywhere, but I enjoyed the game of it
sometimes.  Not too long ago I would not have left this store without a
promise of a date or at least Sheilla's phone number.  I kept the banter
friendly and playful, and Sheilla quickly regained her shaken confidence in
dealing with me.

   I explained to Sheilla that I had sponsored a friends home-bound child
who had great trouble leaving the house, and could not go to school due to
physical imparities.  This child has a strong curious mind, and the home
school programs seem to be inadequate on their own.  Sheilla was starting
in on a sales pitch describing the advantages of the different video game
systems.  I listened for a minute, then politely interrupted her, "She has
a couple of these game machines, and the software seems very random, geared
much too heavily toward entertainment, even the so-called education
titles." Sheilla chewed on her lip, pondering.  I could almost feel her
disappointment at loosing the chance to sell one of the systems.  She must
earn a commission, and was obviously new at the sales profession.  I
continued, "I need something with structure, and a progressive learning
system that will keep challenging her as she conquers all the subjects
needed for her education..  Can these machines do that?"

   "Probably not." She admitted truthfully.  She thought for a minute, not
ready to give up, then I saw her eyes widen slightly.  I really was getting
good at reading body language, saying "You have thought of something"

   She nodded but wasn't looking too hopeful to my self trained eyes.  "We
have a schooling program for the pc.  It was developed by education and
development specialists.  It is very sophisticated, and supposedly very
effective.  It covers from 1st thru 12th and includes college entrance exam
preparation too.  The neat thing is that it will learn how your friend best
learns.  It uses games, lectures, videos, and complex interactive tutorials
to teach math, science, history, English, even art and foreign language. 
It includes all the subjects taught in US schools.  The program will track
progress and automatically adjust the difficulty of the lessons."

   I glanced at my watch, and she mistook that action for impatience, "I
can get you some literature on the software, to take with you, if you
like?"

   "You are paid on commission, Sheilla?"

   She nodded, "A part of my wage is commission, but I am paid by the hour
regardless, so my goal is to help you with what you actually need." It was
my turn to nod.

   "OK, Sheilla.  You will let me buy you lunch in the food court, and
bring the literature with you so we can talk about it.  I think I may very
well be interested in purchasing this software"

   She tried to evade the lunch meeting with excuses about store rules and
not enough time, and I made it clear that this opportunity was for right
now only.  Her desire for a large sale outweighed her uncertainty of going
to lunch with me.  I found it humorous that another young sales lady took
her lunch at the same time, and followed us to the food court.  Safety in
numbers I guess.  I paid for our food, and for that of her coworker escort.

   She definitely had my interest with this schooling software.  It sounded
exactly like what I was wanting.  We went through the literature as we ate,
and I saw the impressive credentials of all the people working to put this
software together.  It was a multitude of program modules controlled by a
central management and tracking software.  Quite impressive, and very
expandable.  The core set included everything normally included in public
schools, very comprehensive.  And then you could update any module as
needed, or add in different foreign language modules, and even specialized
courses like advanced sciences or literature.  It had been a very ambitions
software engineering accomplishment.  I cringed when I saw the requirements
of any pc that would run this beast.  Sheilla explained that the company
had not cut any corners on quality of the software in order to make it more
compatible with lesser computers.  They decided that anyone who would buy
it, would be willing to purchase an appropriate computer to properly run
it. They had a point.  A nicely equipped gaming computer might barely meet
the minimum requirement.  I mentally made my decision.

   Sheilla's break was nearly over, so I walked her back to her department
and waited while she clocked in.  We were a few minutes late, and her
manager was there, probably to crawl down her throat.

   I said, "Thank you for going over all that literature, Sheilla.  I
apologize for holding you up past your break.  I have decided that I will
buy it from you."

   Her eyes widened in surprise.  I had just avoided trouble with her from
her manager, and made her a nice little commission all in one breath.  "Do
you carry appropriate computers also?"

   Sheilla glanced doubtfully at her manager, "Custom computers are ordered
by Mike."

   "Well, I will buy one, the best you have for this software.  And I am
buying it from you, Sheilla, not Mike."

   I looked at the manager, "Sheilla will get the full commission from my
purchase, correct?  She sold me on this software, and on the computer.  She
will not be splitting her earned commission with anyone, right?"

   Other associates were listening in, interested in the exchange.  The
manager nodded, "I will make sure the commission is credited fully to her
when the sale is complete."

   I went to the register and motioned for Sheilla to ring me up.  "But you
have not even asked about the cost!" She protested.  I thought I heard a
snicker from the manager, thinking Sheilla was about to loose me when the
items were rang up.  They had to call Mike over to handle the computer
ordering details, but it all got rang in finally.  The grand total,
including having the software installed on the computer, came out to nearly
$5000.  The manager was standing with her arms crossed, expecting to have
to void all this out.  Sheilla was looking a bit green at seeing the total
on her register.

   I said, "wow, that much?  I suppose its for a good cause." I pulled out
my leather cash wallet.  It folds, but keeps the bills from creasing.  It
also has slots to hold my credit cards (which I never use).  I opened the
wallet, showing off various gold and platinum cards, then pulled the thick
stack of 100's from the center.  I counted out 5 grand, which is most of
what was left after all the clothing and misc.  purchases.  Sheillas hand
was actually trembling as she took the cash and entered it into the
register, then handed me a receipt.

   "The computer will be built and delivered here to the store within 7
days.  Add another day for your software to be properly installed.  I can
call you when it is ready".

   "I will just swing by to check on it next week." I then leaned in a bit
toward Sheilla, "but I will take your number, if your offering"

   She smiled and said, "maybe next week when you pick up your purchase."
So cold.  I smiled and shrugged, and left the store.

   I headed home with a car full of stuff, all for Steph.  I would pick the
pc up next week.  She would be getting a couple of things today, but alot
of it was for her birthday, which was only a week away.  She would be
turning 11, and would be loosing her virginity.  Today though, I would be
experiencing her tight ass.  She has had my cock in her mouth, and gives a
pretty good bj.  This evening her little asshole would feel the full length
of my shaft.  One of the videos I had left this morning showed the male
actor using a finger to lube up his female partners ass.  She was on her
knees, ass in the air with her head and chest on a pillow.  He basically
lubed her up, then pushed right in, fucking her until he pulled out and
came all over her back.  Steph would definitely get the idea, but it would
go a little differently with me and her.  I entered my home and hid away
the gifts, keeping out a pair of thin loose exercise shorts and a narrow,
strapless tube top.  It was late afternoon, and I headed down to her room.

   As I entered her room, I saw her draped over her bed.  She jumped up
when I entered, yelling at me, "Where have you been?!"

   I raised an eyebrow at her, "Are you really that eager to do what you
learned in the video?"

   That killed her irritation at me being gone so long right quick, "um,
no, not really".

   I smiled at her to show I was teasing, then tossed her the clothes,
saying "Change, we are going to get some exercising done."

   She stripped down and changed quick, admiring the new clothes in her
mirror.  They fit well and looked good on her.  We headed to the exercise
room, and she got on the treadmill, as usual.  After 20 minutes or so I
moved her to the Bowflex and adjusted it way down to where she could move
it.  I had her exercise every muscle I could until she was tired, then had
her do a few pushups and situps.  She was sweating and starting to complain
when I decided I had worked her hard enough.  I got in my own short workout
while coaching her.  We headed to the pool, stripped down, and jumped in
for a relaxing cooling off.

   As we floated on our backs, I asked her, "So did you watch all the
videos?"

   "Yeah, that last one was bad.  I thought he was going to kill her when
he put his penis in her butt.  It was huge!"

   I chuckled and explained that a girls flesh is quite stretchy in that
area, and if proper preparation is done, it can be indescribably
pleasurable for the man, and comfortable if not totally enjoyable for the
woman.  Some girls really like doing that.  But most just do it to please
their boyfriend."

   She said, "I think it is really going to hurt bad."

   I replied, "Well, at least my penis isn't as big as the guy in the
video. You will be fine.  I will make sure you are well prepared before we
do it this evening."

   I spent the remaining part of the afternoon with Steph playing a couple
of board games.  I taught her how to play both checkers and chess.  She
picked up the rules quick, but had never played either game before.  I
heard her stomach growl, and offered her a granola bar to hold her over
until dinner.  I decided it was time for the main event, and stood up,
taking Steph by the hand.

   "Lets go down to your room." She followed along, with a worried look on
her face.  Along the way I picked up a bag of items that I had placed in
the basement.

   "Don't worry, I am not leaving again today."

   We entered her room and I left the door open, intentionally.  I ran some
hot water into the sink and put the bottle of lube into the water to heat
up.  Steph was standing and wringing her hands together, and I gathered her
up into a hug telling her that she would do great and might actually enjoy
it.  I told her to get under a hot shower and relax while I got things
ready.  I pulled more items from the bag including a warm water enema
bottle with hose.  Opening the enema bottle, I poured in some distilled
water, 2 ounces of vodka, and several milliliter of a benzocain solution I
had picked up.  The vodka would help her relax.  Alcohol absorbs nearly 10x
faster in the colon than if you drink it.  The benzocain would help numb
her nether region for a short time.  This would be her first anal
intercourse, and I wanted to be sure she did not remember it just because
of how bad it hurt.  I closed the bottle and set it in the hot sink to warm
up.  Steph had relieved herself earlier, so at least I didn't need to ask
her to go drop a log to make room for my cock.

   I explained to Steph what I was going to do as I had her lay on the
floor of the shower, hot water still pouring over her.  Following my
instructions she rolled onto her side and brought her knees up to her
chest. I turned the shower off temporarily as I used a finger to apply some
lube to the rubber hose of the enema bottle and then using one hand to lift
her butt check and expose her puckered hole, I slowly pushed the lubed hose
a few inches up into her rectum and let the warm mixture flow into her
bowels.  I was frequently asking Steph how she felt.  At first it felt kind
of good as the warm water entered.  Then she reported feeling alot of
pressure from the liquid.  The bottle was empty now, I had only used a few
ounces of water along with the vodka and negligible amount of benzocain. 
She should be able to hold it easily.  I told her to focus on holding the
fluid in as I removed the hose.  She reported needing to poop really bad,
and again I explained it was just the pressure of the fluid.  After about
10 minutes she said she was having trouble holding it, and was feeling a
little light headed.  I was guessing the alcohol was pretty well absorbed
by now, and was affecting her.  I had her in the shower for a reason, and
told her to go ahead and push the fluid out as I turned the shower on. 
Watery brown fluid sprayed out onto the shower and flowed down the drain. I
helped her rinse herself off and again asked how she felt.  Good she said.
I would judge her at tipsy at best.  I didn't want her totally drunk for
this, but a good buzz would make it easier on her for this first time.  I
toweled her off and led her to her bed, grabbing the bottle of lube in
passing.

   The HD camera that we had used to make her video for her mom was still
here in the room.  I made a quick decision to set it up, along with the
lights to properly record her anal deflowering.  Steph protested at the
camera, but I convinced her that since it was her first time, we should
record it.  And that nobody but her and I would ever see it.  She finally
agreed, and I was sure the alcohol helped in that decision.  Camera set and
running, I helped her onto the bed.  I knew the benzocain wouldn't last too
long, so I encouraged her into position on her knees with her head laying
flat on the bed.  I moved her legs apart for the proper position.  I had
been hard as a rock since starting the enema in her.  I first got a good
coating of lube on my finger and spread it all over her clenching ass hole.
I could see that she was going to fight this.  I told her to relax and
pressed my finger into her.  I was gentle but firm as I spread some lube up
into her.  I smeared a very generous amount of lube over the entire length
of my cock and moved up behind her.  I paused to simply enjoy the vision of
my cock head slowly approaching that so tight little hole.  The tip made
contact with the puckered opening and I pressed gently forward.  It already
felt good, but she was resisting, maybe involuntarily.  I rocked back and
forth a bit, pressing harder.  It pushed her forward on her knees, but
didn't penetrate.  I said to her, "You need to relax your bottom or it
might hurt.  Push your muscles like your trying to make a big poop.  Don't
strain, but just push." I was still pressing my cock into the entrance of
the opening when I felt her push.  The reaction was almost instant with the
head of my penis popping just past her sphincter.  I pushed it in another
half inch or so to keep it from slipping out when she clenched down again.
I asked her if she was ok.  "I feel pressure, but it doesn't hurt at all."
She sounded surprised at that.  I grabbed her hips and slowly pulled her
back onto my cock, until half of it was hidden within her ass.  "You can
stop pushing now.  I am inside you, but we have a little ways to go.  How
are you now?" "It doesn't hurt, but it feels like I really need to poop,
worse than the water." "well, if it helps you can push like your pooping,
it might make it more comfortable for you." I pulled most of the way out,
then pushed back into her to distribute the lube.  I then held her hips and
pushed mine forward, watching my cock slide the rest of the way into her
bowels.  She grunted at the increased pressure, but still said it didn't
hurt.  Then she asked me, "does it feel good for you".  I tried to describe
it, but no words would do justice, "Steph, my cock is all the way inside of
you.  It feels like a hot wet velvet glove is gripping me all over.  You
are so tight in here.  I have never felt anything like this.  You are
amazing, Steph" I slowly pulled back until just the head was still within
her, and then pushed in all the way without pausing.  This brought another
grunt from her, but she was ok.  I continued this slow motion for several
minutes.  I was really fucking her ass.  My 10, almost 11 year old little
princess was right now impaled on my penis as it slid the entirety of its
6.5 inches into her hot squeezing bowels.

   After awhile, she said it was starting to hurt a little, so I pulled all
the way out and relubed, even squeezing a little extra into the opening of
her no longer closed rectum.  I played a little with her stretched
sphincter, popping my cock head in and out of the opening before once again
plunging all the way in.  I was thoroughly enjoying the feel of her and
could have continued so much longer.  But I sensed her growing discomfort
and decided to speed things along.  I had her lay flat on her stomach,
following her down to keep my cock embedded fully in her ass.  In this
position I couldn't penetrate quite as far, but that was more than made up
by the feel of her relaxed, soft ass cheeks pressed into my stomach as I
pushed into her, and the feeling as my balls bounced into her puffy pussy
lips as I bottomed out in her ass.  I also picked up my thrusting pace,
reaming deep and fast.  I felt my climax approaching fast.  I got back up
to my knees, pulling her ass up along with me.  Gripping her by the waist I
pounded into her, driving even deeper.  I had not intended to get rough
like this, but I couldn't help it.  I was beyond control.  She grunted at
every thrust, my ball sack making slapping sounds against her pussy.  I
thrust one last time and held her tight, as deep into her as I could go as
I spewed jet after jet of hot semen within her bowels.  I held her in this
position a long while, until my softening cock slid free from her rectum
with a sucking pop sound.

   "Are you ok Steph?"

   "I think I might be sore later, but it wasn't so bad."

   I sent her into the bathroom with a warning of what went in will need to
come out.  I soon heard the unpleasant sounds of her bowels ejecting the
mixture of semen and lube, followed by a disgusted but resigned sounding,
"this is so gross!" I couldn't stop the huge grin, and was glad she didn't
see it.

   After that initial cleanup, we went back to my room, and I let her have
the sauna tub all to her self.  I figured she wanted the alone time after
what she just put up with.  I took a quick shower and told her to take her
time, that I would get dinner ready tonight.  I pulled the bathroom door
closed.  Before heading to the kitchen, I got another gift out of my
closet. On the edge of the bed where she would be sure to see it when she
exited the bathroom, lay a supremely soft knee length (on her) bath robe in
pinks and purples.  It wrapped around and was held closed with a single
belt made of the same material.  I think she will love it.

   Steph finished her hot bubble bath, and rejoined me at the kitchen bar,
indeed wearing the bath robe.  I whistled my appreciation at her, and she
smiled and turned all the way around so I could see it.  She came up and
gave me a hug and a "thank you Jim, I love it".  I had thrown together a
home made mushroom and pineapple pizza, which was one of her favorite
foods. We finished our meal, and I saw Steph wobbling in her seat, eyes
starting to nod.  The evenings activities, along with the alcohol I had
used, followed by a hot bath and a full belly, had exhausted the girl.

   I said, "Steph, I understand if you want to sleep alone in your room
tonight.  You were great today, and I really appreciate all your efforts. I
will come get you when breakfast is ready, ok?"

   She came to me, saying "Good night, Jim."

   She tried to give me a kiss on the cheek, but I turned my head to face
her directly.  Another tired little smile, and she gave me a soft kiss on
the lips instead.  She left the kitchen and headed for my bedroom, not
hers, where she removed her robe and crawled under the covers.

   She rose late the next morning, as I had let her sleep in.  Breakfast
was a simple bowl of oatmeal and glass of juice, since our dinner had been
consumed so late.  I had Steph put on her exercise outfit and told her I
had another surprise for her today.  She was excited, but a little
withdrawn.  I asked about it, and she let me know that she was indeed a
little sore.  I assured her it would be better by afternoon, and I took her
by the hand and led her to the door to the back yard.

   She looked up at me, "We are going outside?"

   "Kind of.  I had something built just for you, Steph."

   Just three weeks ago, this door would have exited onto a small concrete
patio which in turn gave way to a larger grass yard.  Now, however, we
found ourselves in a small square entry which still smells of new paint and
lumber.  This entry presented us with two more doors.  The door on the left
is a reinforced steel exterior door with a keypad controlling both a heavy
deadbolt, and an even heavier magnetic lock.  It leads to the outside
world. The door on the right is much simpler.  It is a sturdy frame screen
door with a simple latch, no locks.  It is this door that I motion for
Steph to enter.  We stepped out onto a spongy shredded rubber material
which covers the entire 50 x 50 foot area.  I chose this grass colored
material simply because real grass would be way too high maintenance in
this enclosed space.  Yep, enclosed.  Four walls formed from panels made up
of a mixture of concrete and foam.  The panels were relatively light
weight, very strong, completely weather proof, and had allowed for the
rapid assembly of the 6 inch thick, 10 foot high walls.  The interior
surfaces of the wall had been painted two tone.  The lower part matching
the green of the ground, then transitioning to a sky blue for the upper
part of the walls.  Capping the entire area was a domed grid work structure
supporting a large guage screen.  The center of the dome was 16 ft high,
and curved down to rest on the 10 ft walls.  This screen roof would let in
more than 80 percent of the sunlight, and would do nothing to keep out the
weather or bugs.  The top of the screen roof had been painted with
variegated greens and browns.  This camo coloration would not hide the
structure, but would make it pretty much impossible for a random helicopter
or surveillance drone to see what was below the painted wire mesh.  Yeah, I
am paranoid enough to worry about that if I let Steph come outside.  I am
pleased.  This custom yard was completed in only three weeks.  My
contractor contact had given me a two month time frame, but I offered his
company a bonus of $1000 per day for every day less than the 60 that it
took to complete.

   I was looking around, admiring the construction, and odd but not bad
aesthetics.  Steph, however, had eyes only for the brightly colored play
and exercise equipment.  I had chosen the setup to avoid something too
childish that might quickly become too boring.  Steph looked up at me, eyes
full of question and wonder.

   I motioned to the area, "All for you, lover.  Go enjoy yourself for
awhile." I didn't have to say it twice.  She was off like a shot running
among the equipment, checking it all out.  She examined the swing with its
comfortable seat held by chains anchored nearly twelve feet up.  Next was
the jungle gym.  She paused as she looked at the monkey bars.  Each
handhold was suspended by two short chains.  A short ladder led up on one
side to the first set of hand holds.  Each handle was spaced just far
enough part that you needed to have a singing motion to reach the next. 
And each was a little higher up than the next.  They went about 15 feet and
ended over a padded platform that did not have a ladder to the ground. 
Starting from this platform was a 6ft high horizontal rock wall.  You would
have to find various size, shape, and height of hand and foot holds to move
across another 15 feet, but now being over 7ft off the ground if you fall.
Crossing this would put you at another padded platform.  From here you
could grab a fireman pole to return to the ground, or you could climb up a
thick, knotted rope that went right into the bottom of a round observation
platform.  From up there, you had an impressive view of the fields and
woods surrounding my home.  It too, had access to the same fireman pole for
a quick trip to the ground.  It was not an easy spot to get to, but I
believe the reward of it will be encouragement enough for Steph to pace
herself through the obstacles to reach such a lofty goal.  Pun intended. 
She would get exercise for strength and cardio, and sunshine.  All of which
she needs.

   She attempted the monkey bars but lost her grip halfway across.  I
winced as she fell but the soft shredded rubber did its job and she was
unhurt.  She was a little discouraged so I explained how it was a process
that she would build up to over time, getting stronger and having more
stamina.  She settled for me pushing her on the swing for awhile, both of
us enjoying the fresh air and morning sunshine.  Steph wanted to make this
a part of her daily activities, without me having to suggest anything.

   Her birthday is only a week away.  She has been in my home several
months now and she seems to accept this as her home.  I completed the
editing of the video she had made, using the green screen to drop in a
background of a rustic cabin by a lake.  It appeared as if Steph was
standing inside the cabin near a large window, through which you could see
the glassy surface of the lake.  It looked like a static background until a
fish broke the surface of the water.  I delivered the video via a proxy
contact I had in France.  I mailed it to him, and he opened the outer
package, and re mailed the inner envelope back to Stephs mother.  There was
no return address, of course, but it would be marked as coming from France.
I would have no way of knowing if she got the dvd or not, unless she went
public with it and spread it all over the news.

   Two mostly uneventful days passed after showing Steph the play yard.  I
had not initiated any sexual contact with her since taking her anal
virginity.  There was of course kissing, and I still very much enjoyed
peeling her clothing off for our swim or showers.  Knowing she always had
the option of sleeping alone down in her room, she still slid in beside me
in bed at night, both of us nude as we cuddled and fell asleep.

   I had stayed up late the night before, setting up communications with a
potential new client for my brand of surveillance tech services.  I finally
crawled into bed next to Steph, who was fast asleep by then.  I took a few
minutes to feel her soft, warm body with my hands.  Carefully so as not to
wake her.  I could see and feel a change in the tone of her young muscles
since she became mine.  The exercises I made her do were not grueling by
any means.  But doing them every day was making a change for the better in
my little princess.  She was on her side, so I spooned in behind her.  My
cock was semi hard from my exploration of her curves, so I gently lifter
her top leg and slid my cock between her thighs, pressed against the puffy
lips of her sex.  Laying still like this, just enjoying the feel of her
heat, I dozed, then fell fully asleep.  It was her hands that woke me up. I
awoke slowly, feeling her soft fingers exploring my limp penis.  It wasn't
sexual, on her part, it was curiosity.  She has held my cock in the shower,
'washing' it at my direction, but this was different.  She woke before me,
and took the opportunity to satisfy her curiosity without me watching her.
Her fingers were feeling and squeezing my shaft and glans.  She moved my
penis left and right, then folded it and watched it slowly straighten. 
Then I felt her cupping my scrotum, lifting my balls to examine them.  I
feigned sleep, wanting her to continue.  But I was awake now, and the
feelings her little fingers were causing could not be denied.  My cock
quickly swelled to full hardness in her grasping hand.  She continued to
move it around as it grew, then squeezed the spongy head.  She must have
realized I had come awake, because she said with enthusiasm, "Good morning
Jim!" I just mumbled, "don't stop." and kept my eyes closed.  However my
eyes popped open wide and I lifted my head to look down at her as I fet her
mouth descent over my shaft until the tip hit her throat.  She coughed a
bit, then staring into my eyes, she took a deep breath and pushed back down
onto my cock.  I felt the head slide into her throat.  She bobbed a few
time, then pulled back enough to massage my cock head with her tongue and
giving herself a chance to take a couple breaths.  Then down again.  This
10 year old beauty was deep throating me.  It was honestly the first time I
had ever experienced this.  It was amazing, both the feeling of it for me,
and the fact that she had taken it upon herself to do this for me after
studying from the videos I had given her.  She went down again, but this
time gagged and nearly threw up.  She had tears in her eyes from choking,
and I told her to just finish me off normally.  She understood, and gave me
the most amazingly skilled blowjob I had ever had, bar none.  The only
other time she has sucked my cock was basically just her letting me slide
my penis in and out of her mouth until I came.  But this!  Wow!  She was
working my cock like a pro.  Tickling and teasing all parts from balls to
head with her tongue and lips, bobbing her head up and down at different
speeds.  I briefly lamented the fact that I did not have cameras in my
bedroom to record the sheer awesomeness of what she was doing to me.

   I warned her that I was about to cum.  I would let her decide this time
if she wanted it in her mouth.  She earned that choice this time.  I soon
regretted having warned her though, as she abruptly changed her pace,
slowing dramatically and moving to less sensitive parts.  I grunted in
frustration and didn't want to upset her by saying anything.  Then I saw
her grinning around my cock, and the gleam in her eyes.  She was doing this
on purpose!  WTF have I created.  I made a mental note to get more videos
for her.  She mastered the ones I gave her over the last couple weeks, and
I have no idea how she managed this master performance since she had not
been practicing on anyone.  She managed to get several more minutes out of
me before I exploded into her mouth.  She kept sucking on the head until
she got everything I had to offer.  She swallowed and I thought that was
it, but then she crawled up and straddled my waist, leaning down to kiss
me. I dove right in with my tongue, only to find that she had held out some
of my cum.  Our tongues swirled together, my cum passing from hers to mine
and back.  I found it so erotic that she did this, that my cock was already
hardening again.  She might not make it another 3 days before loosing her
virginity.  The little vixen.

   Still kissing her, I lifted her hips and set her down, pressing my penis
against my stomach and sliding between her beautiful pussy lips.  I
realized that she was absolutely soaked in her nectar, to the point that
her thighs were damp too and I had not even touched her yet.  She started
rocking back and forth, and I knew she was horny as hell.  I broke off the
kiss, making sure she had most of my cum.  I looked her in the eyes and
said in a mock little voice that was suppose to be an imitation of her from
a few days ago, "Should I do you now?" Steph replied, her voice a little
shaky, "Yes, please!" She almost sounded desperate, and who was I to deny
my little lover.

   I startled her as I quickly flipped her over onto her back on the bed
and pushed her legs apart.  She was drenched from mid thigh on up.  The
musky sweet smell was strong and intoxicating and I couldn't get enough. 
Her lips were blushed a darker pink, and seemed a bit more swollen than
usual.  I had barely touched her with my tongue when she let out a blissful
moan.  Not an orgasm, but pure physical pleasure.  Apparently she was more
sensitive than usual too.  She had become this aroused from pleasuring my
cock?  Or did she take that initiative because she was getting so horny? 
Either way worked for me.  I was giving her pussy my full attention.  She
seemed to want it faster and firmer this time, so I obliged.  She was so
wet that I also inserted my middle finger into her still virgin hole,
feeling the tight ring of her hymn slide up and down my finger.  She was
soon bucking against my mouth and hand.  She was so deep into it that I
inserted a second finger along side the first.  I knew this would stretch
or tear her hymn, but it would make it easier on her when I fucked her in a
couple more days.  I latched onto her tiny clit with a curled, sucking
tongue as I pushed that second finger in, forcing it past the already tight
hymn.  She winced but otherwise did not react.  I rotated my fingers slowly
in her tight, velvety tunnel, and began a gentle 2 finger fuck and soon
felt the point of tightness lessen considerably.  I withdrew my fingers and
took a quick look.  Sure enough there was just a bit of blood.  So her hymn
had torn a bit.  Fucking her would finish it off, but it would not hurt her
nearly as much now.  I finished my oral attentions on her, bringing her to
a spectacular orgasm after several minutes of building her up.

   We lay there cuddling a few minutes when she asked, "Can we go make
breakfast now?  I want french toast."

   I replied with a chuckle, "What, I didn't fill you up?" She just looked
at me, either at a total loss as to how to reply, or simply deciding it
wasn't worth a reply.  I chuckled again and gave her a quick kiss then
jumped into the shower.  I hadn't asked, but she joined me there anyway. 
The shower took longer than planned as we enjoyed soaping each other up,
but we finally finished and got dressed and headed to the kitchen.  Steph
was a quick student of anything she studied, including helping me make
meals.  She was picking up the basics quick, and would eventually be a very
good cook all on her own.  For any subject, all it took was a desire to
learn, and the patience and intelligence to study and practice until it was
mastered.  She has what it takes, in every regard .  As we made breakfast,
I thought about the morning's events.  A couple of things came to mind. 
First was the fact that Steph had taken the full initiative to engage in
oral sex, having fondled me until I was awake and hard, and then jumping
right into the attempted deep throat cock sucking action.  The other thing
I thought about was that after I came in her mouth she had held me there to
get any lingering drops, and had swallowed most of it.  But more than that,
she had not immediately gone for a mouth rinse of water or soda.  And she
had held some in her mouth for added flavor when she initiated a deep kiss.
Still not sure what I thought of that one!  It seems that she has a desire
to please me, and is getting her own gratification from doing so, as
evidenced by just how aroused she became while pleasuring me.  Is she
starting to feel real love towards me?  So many adults in the world feel
that a child is utterly incapable of really knowing what love is before
they are nearly an adult.  A child lacks the experience that age brings,
and often lacks the emotional control also.  I have shown Steph what love
is, both sexual and in my actions and attentions concerning her.  For our
sexual intimacy, I have always explained to her beforehand what we would be
doing or wanted her to do, and she has been a willing, if occasionally
reluctant, partner.  I have not said the actual words 'I love you', and I
won't until I am certain she understands what it really means to hear it.
But I show her love every single day, with every single thing I do, and I
think she is truly learning what it means to love, whether she has put the
emotions and the word together or not.  The true test of her love will come
when I offer her a choice of returning to her mother, or continuing her
new, better, life with me.  It is a choice I will give her, but it will be
at least another year before I do so.

   It is now the day before Steph's 11th birthday.  I don't generally keep
calendars laying around, and Steph has no access to the computers or TV
other than her cartoons, and an occasional 'adult education' video I give
her.  She has not mentioned her birthday at all since she first told me
when it is.  That was several weeks ago.  She probably doesn't even know
what day of the week it is currently.  I made it a normal day for us. 
Fixing breakfast, exercise workouts (which were getting longer, and more
complex for both of us), shower.  I told Steph that I needed to go into
town today for some stuff.  She hated this, because she knew it meant that
I would lock her in her basement bedroom until I returned.  I have come to
trust that she would not try to flee, but I still cannot chance a random
visit by anyone while she is roaming alone in the house.  Her bedroom is
comfortable, and has everything she needs, other than freedom.  I sat
beside her on her bed, telling her I wouldn't be gone long today.  I
promised to get her something nice to make up for being stuck in her
bedroom.  She perked up a bit at this, but not much.  I asked for a kiss
before I left and she obliged, putting more energy and passion into it than
I had anticipated.  Maybe she was hoping to encourage me to stay and do
more than kiss.  It normally would have worked, but I had to pick up stuff
in town that was going to make her birthday special.  My arms were wrapped
around her, one hand cradling the back of her head.  On impulse I lowered
my hand to the collar on her neck.  While still kissing her, I located the
clever release on the collar and used both hands to release it.  Breaking
the kiss I pulled back and held the collar up for her to see.  Her hand
flew to her neck and her eyes got wide.  I gave her another quick kiss but
said nothing as I walked out the door locking it behind me, collar in hand.
I would save the collar.  Who knows, maybe I will have a new guest someday.

   In town, I resupplied with grocery items, including everything to make a
princess worthy birthday cake from scratch.  No box mixes for me.  Steph
would get a big clue this evening when she helped me make the cake.  But I
would decorate it early the next morning to surprise her with.  Next was
the jewelry store.  I had placed an order the last time I was out, and it
was now ready.  It was a custom made ring.  I would present it to Steph as
symbol of promise.  It would bond us as girlfriend and boyfriend, and
hopefully give her even more reason to never look to leave my company. 
This little ring was made to be resizable a couple of times, as she grew.
Yeah, I am showing how confident I am in having her with me for years to
come.  The ring is solid platinum.  Inset into the thick band are two high
quality, genuine, heart cut diamonds.  One diamond is noticeably smaller
than the other, by design.  It is a deep pink in color.  The other heart
diamond is larger, and has a light blue color.  The two are linked by a
twisting, intertwining pattern that abstractly resembles a couple
embracing. The entire ring is smooth, free from sharp edges and corners
that could catch on anything while at exercise or play.  It is beautiful,
and the shop got it perfect.  I had already paid (alot!) for the ring.  The
sales woman was absolutely beaming as I handled the ring.  She knew the
quality and expense of what she had just delivered to me.  I looked at her
with a slight faked frown and asked if the jewel smith was available to
talk.  As I intended, her face fell a bit as she thought I had found a
flaw. She headed for the back with an "of course sir".  The master jeweler
himself came out shortly, with his neat, clean apron wrapped around him,
thin gloves covering his hands, and his forehead mounted light and
magnifying glass pointing up into the air.  He looked at the ring I held
and asked if it met my expectations.  He had made this.  He knew there were
no flaws and I heard his confidence in that simple question.  I smiled at
him and shook his hand.

   "Sir, this is simply beautiful.  I wanted to tell you myself how
appreciated your skills and time are.  From now on there won't be any other
choices for me when it comes to a master jewel smith."

   I handed him 5 crisp $100 bills as a token thank you, then turned my
attention back to the saleswoman when the jeweler returned to the back
room. Her stress level had visibly decreased when I had complimented the
jewel smith instead of complaining as she had feared I was going to do. 
The ring was safely packed up in a beautiful gift box, which fit into my
coat pocket.  I did a quick browse of the display cases while the woman
hovered a polite distance away ready to provide instant assistance should I
need it.  I was about to depart the store when a necklace displayed on a
plastic throat caught my attention and I asked to see it.  It was quickly
set on the counter in front of me.  I inspected it while the sales woman
told me about the necklace.  The chain was short, being intended to be worn
more as a delicate choker than a hanging necklace.  The whole thing was
white gold; 10k for the chain for strength, and 14k for the decorative part
holding the gemstones.  The gems are what caught my attention.  Three large
teardrop cut sapphires were the main feature.  They were completely
natural, non treated stones.  Their coloring was unusual for sapphire, but
their hue and intensity were a striking match to Steph's deep blue
sparkling eyes.  I decided to purchase the necklace, imagining how it would
look resting at the delicate nape of her neck.  Then it was off to the mall
to pick up my new computer and education software.  The lovely Sheilla was
there to deliver it, and go over the preliminary use instructions.  I had
requested that they fully update it via the stores broadband before
delivery.  They had done so.  Sheilla assured me that she had received her
full commission.  I handed her another $300 covertly since company policy
discouraged tips.  She accepted it with gratitude.  I elected to simply
carry the boxes with the computer and monitor out, they were not that
heavy. Sheilla handed my my receipts.  I noticed another paper and glanced
at it.  It was blank other than her name and phone number written in neat
blue ink.  I smiled and winked at her, then left.  Steph was my project
right now, but it was hard not to think of the quality time I could spend
with this energetic, colorful, and quite pretty sales woman.  I put her
number away in my wallet for safe keeping.  I made another trip into the
mall after loading up my computer.  I picked up a few select items of
clothing, an mp3 player with a wide variety of current music.  Steph can
let me know later what she likes, and we can easily put more of that on it.

   Back home, I put away the gifts, but left the groceries on the counter,
so Steph could help put them away.  I also left the new computer equipment
on the counter, still boxed up.  I really wasn't considering this a
birthday gift, but the timing worked out.  I would set it up in her room,
on the new table that wasn't now needed for eating, since she was living
near full time upstairs with me.  Having it in her room would give her a
productive activity to work on when I had to lock her in.  Not to mention I
didn't want the computer and all its classroom data tracking sitting out in
the open for any investigator who may happen by someday.  I headed down to
Steph's room, opened the slot and yelled in, "Anybody home in there?" A
reply of, "Jim!  Your so funny," said with much sarcasm.  I opened the door
and motioned for her to come out.  She shut the tv off and followed.

   "What did you get me?  You were not gone as long this time, but I still
get something!"

   I replied, "oh really.  I might have brought something home for you,
maybe." She had her hands on her hips and was looking at me sternly.  It
was so adorable as she said, "So, where is it?"

   "Help me put the groceries away first, at least".  She dashed off for
the kitchen to do just that.  She commented on stuff that she either really
liked (such as the hot chocolate mix) and really disliked, (fresh broccoli
and other veggies).

   It took longer than I expected but she finally said, "what are the boxes
for?" I replied "maybe that is what I brought for you.  I know you miss
going to school, and I don't want you to fall behind, so I got this for
you. Its like a super computer with a whole school inside."

   She groaned in reply to the reference of having school again, but I
could see her interest as she eyed the boxes.  I handed her the box with
the monitor and told her to follow me and be careful with it.  We carried
the computer items down to her room, where I spent an hour setting it up. I
logged the computer on, making sure the wifi was disabled.  Steph told me
that she used to have a small laptop at home that she used for facebook and
a few games, but it was nothing like this.  I showed her the proper way to
turn the machine on and off, and how to log in and start the software.  It
was set up so that no other software could be installed without my
password. We registered her in the software as a student in the 5th grade.
The program suggested that Steph start with 4th grade material so the
software could analyze and adapt itself to her strengths and weaknesses.  I
told her to take a couple of hours to get familiar with the school setup.
She watched as I headed for the door, and was about to say something to me,
thinking I was going to lock her in again.  But I propped the door open,
gave her a wink, then went upstairs.  I logged into my own computer to
check on my financial accounts.  I had spent a huge amount of money on
Steph since she arrived, and was surprised that my accountant had not yet
contacted me.  Looking over the numbers I knew why he hasn't bothered me so
far.  I have a lot of money, tens of millions of dollars.  The investment
accounts are set up to pay me an allowance from the interest and dividends.
This allowance is mine to do with as I please, like a slush fund, and is
not even considered part of my investments.  For the last several years I
have not really spent much of anything, until Steph.  I still have several
hundred thousand dollars in my allowance fund that could be spent before I
would need to consider digging into my investments.  I have spent many
thousands of dollars on Steph, and can spend many thousands more, and not
even notice it being gone from my accounts.  Yeah, being wealthy is
awesome!

   Steph came back up to join me, and I made sure her basement door was
closed, then had her join me in the kitchen.  "Hey Steph, I was thinking we
could have cake tomorrow for desert.  I would like to make it now though so
it has plenty of time to cool before its frosted.  Want to help make it?"
Yep, she certainly did!  I gave her a choice of chocolate or vanilla, and
of course she went with chocolate.  I stood back and gave her detailed
instructions on each step of making the cake from scratch.  She did all the
work and soon the two round pans full of cake batter were in the oven.  I
ran my finger in the bowl, coating it with left over batter.  I held it out
to Steph and she took my sticky finger into her mouth and sucked the batter
off.  I had not intended this as a sexual thing, but my cock twitched
unexpectedly at the sensations of her warm mouth sucking my finger.  Some
of the batter got onto her lip, and I leaned in to lick it off.  I grabbed
her shirt at the bottom, and she held her arms up for me to slide her shirt
off.  We did this often enough that she no longer hesitated when I wanted
to remove her clothes.  I took more batter on my finger and placed a small
amount on each of her nipples.  She looked down at her chest, then back up
at me as I licked my lips.  She knew what was coming next as I leaned down
and took a breast in my mouth.  I made a large O with my mouth and sucked
her entire tit in, keeping a firm sucking pressure as I used the tip of my
tongue to clean and massage her nipple.  I gave the other tit equal
service. I wanted to hold off on sex until tomorrows big events, but this
cake batter adventure could get out of control, so I said, "we have time
for a quick swim while the cake cooks." An odd look quickly crossed her
face, but was then gone.  We made our way to the pool, and I peeled her
shorts off, as I love to do.  I quickly stripped as she jumped in, and dove
in after her.  My cock was still rock hard, and I was hoping that swimming
would calm him down.  It did not help when Steph swam up to me and wrapped
herself around me.  Her arms were around my neck and her legs went around
my waist, trapping my cock between my stomach and her soft pussy lips.  She
declared that I was trapped and had no escape.  I grabbed her ass cheeks
with my hands and pulled her hard against my cock.  I was going to loose
control if this continued.  I enjoyed the intense stimulation on my cock as
she started wiggling her hips, but after a couple of minutes I managed to
disengage enough to swim away.  With her chasing, and both of us laughing
and trying not to drown.

   I pulled myself out of the pool, tossing out an excuse of needing to
check the cake.  I sent Steph to start her strength and cardio exercises in
the gym.  I pulled the cake out of the oven and set it on a rack to cool,
then I joined Steph in the gym.  Neither of us had put clothes on after the
pool, and I openly admired Stephs toned body as she went through her
stretches and workouts.  I watched her muscles flexing beneath her skin,
any remaining baby fat she had when coming here was now gone.  A hard
exercise session helped to settle me down.  I managed to keep the shower
quick and mostly hands off.  Steph seemed a little confused by what she
perceived as me pushing her away today.  I assured her that there was
nothing wrong and we should save ourselves up for a big day tomorrow.  She
helped me make dinner, and then we played a couple of board games.  I
decided to let Steph help me decorate the cake.  I wanted her to figure out
that tomorrow was her birthday, but she seems to have lost all track of
time and date.  More obvious clues were needed.  I pulled out my cake icing
tools, which honestly saw very little use in my home, but I had them,
anyway.  We mixed up a light, whipped butter frosting for the chocolate
cake.  I stacked the two layers of the cake, separating them with a thick
mortar of a fudge like sauce.  I then covered the whole thing in a nice
smooth white butter frosting.  I used food coloring and several icing bags
to make up a few colors to add to the decoration.  I encouraged Steph to
add some pink flowers around the top edge of the cake.  She hesitated,
knowing she would probably make a mess of the pretty cake.  I assured her
that as long as she was trying, it would be perfect.  She tried hard.  We
agreed that her flowers were indeed more globs of icing, and had a chuckle.
I added pink ribbons around the outside edge, then drew a princess crown in
yellow on the top of the cake.  Steph added some yellow stars for sparkles
around the crown.  I proclaimed the cake a masterpiece, except that it
still needed some writing.  "Steph, this cake is lovely, but we should
write something on it, since it looks like it was made for a special
occasion.  What do you suggest?" She looked at the cake, and thought long
and hard.  I loved this about her.  You could almost see her thinking, and
it was obvious when the realization hit her.

   She asked in a somewhat timid voice, "Is this a birthday cake?"

   I said, "could be, know anyone with a birthday tomorrow?" Then she asked
me what todays date is, and I told her.

   Her eyes flared wide, "My birthday is tomorrow!"

   I acted surprised, "Wow!  What a coincidence that we made this cake!" I
used more pink to write in neat, small letters, 'Happy Birthday'.  Then
larger letters, 'Princess Stephanie'.  Now it was perfect.

   I looked over to Steph with a grin, which instantly faded when I saw the
tear running down her cheek.  She was staring at the cake, but wasn't
smiling.  "Are you ok Steph?" I was guessing that she was thinking of home,
her mom, and why she was still here with me.

   She proved me right, "I just miss my mom, and can't believe I have been
here so long already.  I held my arms out for a hug, and she moved into
them, wiping the tear away.

   I said, "We sent that video, and I promise I will try to get permission
to contact your mom more directly.  We just have to be patient and careful.
My ex bosses won't think twice about hurting you, me, or your mother."

   I used the term ex-boss, and Steph didn't miss it.  "ex boss?", she
questioned.

   I said, "Yeah, Steph.  I don't work for them anymore.  When they left,
it was with a threat to keep you out of the public view.  If anyone locates
you here, and they find out about it, we and your mother are in serious
danger.  But enough of that, you already know we have to be careful" I did
add in, "I walked away from them for you Steph.  You mean so much to me
now, and it has been completely worth giving up my other life to be with
you so long." She wiped away fresh tears and hugged me tighter, then turned
to look at the cake again, "It is a beautiful cake".  That ended the talks
about her mother and my 'ex boss'.  Whew.

   I went to bed somewhat early, and Steph decided to do the same.  We
cuddled and I held her, massaging her soft young breasts, then pulled her
into a warm full body hug.  I whispered in her ear as she was almost
asleep, "Tomorrow is a big day.  It's not every day that a girl turns 11. "

   She managed a sleepy reply, "I hope I get presents." Yep, priorities.

   I woke before Steph, as was usual.  I reluctantly untangled myself from
her warm body and pulled the cover back over her before quietly retrieving
all the gifts I had bought for her.  I took them into the kitchen to wrap
them.  I did not wrap the ring.  I had its flip open case in the pocket of
my robe.  I arrayed the wrapped gifts neatly around the birthday cake on
the dining room table.  Thus prepared, I started on breakfast.  I quickly
whipped up some French toast on thick homemade bread.  The bacon was nearly
done when Steph walked in, sniffing the air.

   "That smells really good".

   She sat down at the counter in the kitchen, which is where we normally
ate.  But after serving up breakfast onto plates, and pouring tall glasses
of milk, I suggested that we carry our breakfast into the dining room.  I
gave her a head start and was happy to hear her little girl squeal of
delight when she saw the table full of gifts.

   She was saying, "There are so many!" She was walking around the table
eyeing them all, and I had to tell her to set her plate down before her
breakfast slid off it.  I did not let her touch any of them as we ate.  She
scarfed her food, thinking to get to the presents quicker.  But I was
teasing her, taking very slow bites.  She couldn't touch them until we were
both finished and the dishes were washed.  She already had her dishes
washed, and was getting very agitated at my teasing, slow eating.

   I looked at her mischievously and said, "I know what you can do to speed
me up." I slid my chair back a little and gestured toward my lap.  She gave
me that 'Really?  Are you serious?' look.  I just shrugged and took another
agonizingly slow bite.  She rolled her eyes but soon got impatient and got
on the floor in front of me.  She opened my robe and fondled my cock until
it sprang to life, which didn't take long at all with what I was thinking
about already.  Looking up into my eyes she took most of my shaft into her
mouth.  The amazing sensation of her warm tongue and mouth working on my
shaft caused me to forget what I was doing.

   She pulled back, and with a raised eyebrow, said "Well?"

   I replied with a sheepish grin, "Oh yea, sorry." She went back to giving
me intense oral pleasure, and I quickly finished my breakfast.  I was not
going to let her bring me to orgasm, knowing my first load today would be
shot into her virgin womb.

   I held up my plate so she could see it was empty.  She jumped up,
leaving my cock standing all alone with a glossy sheen of her saliva.  She
grabbed my plate and empty glass and ran for the kitchen to wash it.  It
was interesting, and a good thing, that sucking my cock did not seem to be
that big of a deal to Steph now.

   She raced back in and I asked, "Did you clean the frying pan and
utensils?" "ARRGH!" as she raced back to the kitchen to do that.  I could
tell that she wasn't really upset, but was definitely excited and
impatient. Back she came, her anticipation so plain on her adorable face.

   I couldn't help it, saying "Maybe we should take our swim first?"

   "Noooooo!  Please do the presents first!"

   I finally gave in and pulled the cake closer to the edge and lit the
eleven candles arranged all the way around the cake.  I produced a camera
and had her pose so I could see her face, the cake, and most of the gifts,
and snapped a few still shots.  I then sang Happy Birthday to her.  My
singing is pretty awful, but she was beaming at me, her deep blue eyes
shining in compliment to her smiles of true joy in the moment.  I told her
to make a wish.  She thought a moment and then blew out all the candles in
a single breath.  I made her take her time with the gifts, reigning in the
hyper enthusiasm for gift opening that is so normal in 10, now 11, year old
children.

   She opened one package at a time.  The first contained a set of sweat
pants and shirt.  Dark grey with a wide hot pink stripe down each side on
both top and bottom.  I made her strip down and try them on before opening
anything else.  They looked really good on her.  The season was moving into
early Fall, and these would serve her well in the play yard.  Next up was
the MP3 player.  She recognized it immediately for what it was.  Her high
pitched squeals were hard on the ears, but brought more smiles from me even
so.  I started to show her how to operate it, but I got 'the look'.  She
quickly had a song she liked playing through the headphones.  She next
opened a large box which contained an arts and crafts set with an
impressive variety of activities.  She didn't show an immediate high energy
excitement as she looked over the items inside, but her mouth was in a
little 'o' shape as she considered what all could be done with it.  It had
a table top easel to hold the sketch book or canvas.  A huge assortment of
colored pencils, chalks, water colors, and a somewhat smaller choice of
pigment tubes for actual painting, along with several brushes.  Also in the
kit were hundreds of beads in several styles, with wire intended to make
bracelets and other bead craft.  Completing the kit were tools for drawing
and cutting shapes from craft paper, along with glue sticks to stick it all
together.  She looked over the items and thanked me.  We packed it back up
and moved on the the next present.  She opened it and was surprised to find
an indoor RC quad coptor.  The sales person had claimed it was strong and
stable enough to carry a pound of cargo around the house, once you were
skilled enough with the controls.  I have to admit I got this as much for
me as for her.  But she seemed to love it as we took the time to unpack it
and get the substantial batteries charging.  This one was not quite 'drone'
level, but it was pricey and well built.  The remote control even had a
panic button to automatically bring it into a level and stationary hover if
you lost control of it.  She opened a few more items of clothing, including
an assortment of sexy silk thong panties.  Yep, I made her strip down and
model them for me.  I had chosen the size perfectly.  She looked stunning
standing before me doing a slow turn, wearing nothing but the thin silk
thong.  I liked her naked, but she was somehow even more erotic with this
simple piece of cloth on.  I had her stay dressed like this for the rest of
the gifts.  She didn't mind.  The last box to be opened contained an ornate
wooden jewelry box.  It wasn't too large, as I doubt she will have large
quantities of jewelry anytime soon, but it was very pretty and well made.
She admired the box and then opened the doors and drawers to look inside.
She discovered the gold and sapphire necklace and carefully took it out,
with 'ooohhs and ahhhhs'.  I let her admire it for a short moment, then
took it from her, and commenting on how the sapphires match her beautiful
blue eyes, I fastened it around her neck.  I showed her how to easily undo
the clasp, and explained that she could wear it when she liked, other than
exercise, swimming, or shower.  She had to take care of it like the
expensive jewelry it was.  She was standing in front of me listening to my
explanations.  My eyes roamed over her from her curly blonde hair, past her
smiling face, noting how the new necklace rested at the nape of her slender
neck.  Her small, just developing, pointed breasts next caught my gaze as
it continued down past, to take in the view of her thong covered mound.  My
eyes lingered here, mesmerized at how the thong pressed in against her
deliciously puffy lips.  I ran my hands down her sides, over her ass and
pulled her close for a deep kiss.

   Breaking off I whispered, "I just can't get over how truly beautiful you
are, my little princess.  I am the luckiest guy in the world to have you as
my companion.  Happy birthday, Stephanie." She blushed a little and just
stared at me, with an unsure, tentative little smile.

   I helped her gather up and carry all the loot to her basement room, and
made sure she understood that it was all to remain there unless she was
actually using it upstairs.  We got her stuff put away and I started
thinking about what was to come next.

   "Steph, you know what I want now?" I watched her eyes briefly flick down
towards my robe covered waist before she said, "maybe?"

   I laughed and said "yeah, that too.  But first I need to talk to you."
We sat side by side on the edge of her bed.  "Steph, we have been together
here for months now.  I have come to know your intelligent mind".  I
touched her forehead with a finger.  "I have seen the feelings pour from
your heart," I touched her chest, over her heart.  "I have known the
pleasures of your soft, yet strong, body." I ran my hands over her breasts,
down her sides, and across her thighs.  "Steph, do you know what it means
to be a virgin?" She shook her head no, so I attempted to explain, "You are
a virgin.  That just means that a man has never had his penis inside your
vagina." She started to protest, but I kept going with the explanation, "My
penis, or cock, has been pleasured by being in your hands, in your mouth,
even in your butt.  All of which was absolutely amazing, and we will do all
of that many more times!  But you are a virgin because I have not
penetrated your vagina with my penis yet.  I put my fingers in there the
other day, remember when it hurt just a bit?" She nodded.  I continued,
"Your virginity is special.  Once you let a man enter you, the little bit
of skin keeping your vagina closed, your hymn, will stretch or maybe tear
some.  You will never be a virgin again after that first time.  It will
hurt some the first time.  But after that it can be the most pleasurable
sex there is, for both the man and the girl.  All that sweet, slick nectar
that I love to lick so much comes from your vagina.  Your body knows what
to expect, but I wanted to explain it to you fully." "And now Steph, I am
asking you, will you do me the ultimate honor of letting me be the man to
whom you give your unique gift?  Will you give me your virginity?  Before
you answer, I have one more gift to give you." I got down on one knee in
before her, while she was still sitting on the bed.  I pulled the ring box
from my robe and clicked it open and gently removed the ring.  "Stephanie,
this is a ring of promise.  I had it custom made just for you.  It is a
symbol of my unending devotion to you.  It is a symbol of the love that I
have come to feel for you.  The laws of this country say that you are too
young to commit to a relationship like we have.  But our situation is
different.  We have been forced together, and I have come to love you,
Stephanie, in all ways, and very deeply.  All I have will be shared with
you.  One day you will be old enough be be my wife, Steph.  Until that day
comes, I offer you this ring as a promise that I will protect and teach you
as you grow.  That I will offer you love of spirit and body.  It is a
promise that no matter what happens, and no matter what choices come in
front of us, I will always choose you, Steph." I took her left hand and
slid the platinum band onto her ring finger.  "Accept this ring, and the
promises I offer.  Become my girlfriend, and promise that you will always
choose me when there are other opportunities in the future.  Promise me
that you will accept and return my love in all ways.  Promise me that you
will not leave me, Stephanie." Her eyes were wide as I poured my heart out
to her.  She looked unsure of what I was saying, and a little scared.  But
I did not give her too long to think about it.  "Will you accept me as your
boyfriend, until you are old enough to become my wife?  Will you live here
with me as you grow and learn?  Will you make our love complete by offering
me your virginity, Steph, knowing that it can not ever be taken back?" She
looked deep into my eyes.  Both hers and mine were shiny with emotions
truly felt.

   She said it very softly and quietly, but I heard, "I will." I got up and
brought her in for a tender kiss.  It quickly progressed to something more
passionate as the tips of our tongues slid against each other.

   I lay her down on her bed and planted kisses on her mouth, cheek, ear,
neck.  One hand supported my weight, and the other was lightly caressing
her leg, from knee to upper thigh, inner and outer.  My mouth moved down to
her breasts, flicking my tongue across her small, sensitive nipples before
sucking each breast in turn into my mouth.  As my tongue was massaging her
tits, my fingers were tracing the edge of her thong along either side of
her swollen mound.  My tongue tracked slow swirling paths down across her
flat stomach, orbiting her shallow inny naval before continuing down to
taste her skin at the top edge of her thong.

   I changed my position then.  I moved her legs apart and planted my head
between her thighs and appreciated the close up view of her thong pulling
into the soft puffy crevice.  I could smell her sweet nectar and knew she
was aroused by my attentions.  The anticipation was killing me, but I kept
myself in check, determined to enjoy every bit of her before I claimed my
prize that she had offered me so willingly.  I licked around her covered
pussy, my tongue feeling the contours of the taught tendons where her thigh
joined at her crotch.  I finally used a finger to pull aside the thong and
ran my tongue along the outside of the swollen lips of her sex.  I allowed
my tongue to dip into the tight slick crevice and licked from bottom to
top. She reached down and grabbed my hair when I did this, pulling me in
tighter.  I gave her slow, steady pleasure over the entirety of her pussy,
moving my focus from her clit to her slick vaginal opening, then back
again. Her body was pumping out nectar and I knew penetrating her was not
going to be difficult.  There would be a little pain for her, but she was
so aroused that she might not even feel the sting of her hymn tearing.

   I was listening to her breathing, and feeling the involuntary twitches
of her muscles to gauge how far she was from her orgasm.  Feeling she was
getting pretty close, I hooked my fingers under the band of the thong and
worked it down and off.  She raised her hips for me to make it easier.  She
was still laying near the edge of the bed, so I stood on the floor between
her spread thighs.  I moved close and rubbed the head of my cock up and
down her slippery chasm.  She was so slick that the head easily pushed
between her large puffy lips.  I pressed my cock head into her folds until
I felt it pressing at her tight vaginal opening.  In this position her
swollen pussy lips completely covered the head.  It already felt amazing
but I pushed in very slowly.  I took my time because I truly did not want
to hurt her.  She just turned 11 years old, and had a very petite build
also.  It was a very tight fit, and I felt, with exquisite pleasure, her
tunnel walls stretching as I pushed an inch of my cock into her.  I came to
the tight ring of her hymn.  I pulled back and pushed back in.  This one
inch (two if you count her extended lips) fuck was the tightest I had ever
had.  I enjoyed the sensation on my cock head for a few more shallow
thrusts.  I then held that position and leaned over her, kissing her closed
eyes.  She opened them and stared up at me with slightly unfocused eyes. 
Watching her face, I repeated the shallow thrusting.  "How does that feel
Steph?" She replied, "Really good."

   I said, "It feels pretty amazing for me too.  It's time for me to claim
your virginity.  When I push deeper into you, your hymn will tear, and it
might sting for a few minutes.  I want to make sure you still want this."

   She nodded at me, but I said, "I need to hear you say it Steph.  Tell me
what you want."

   Still staring into my eyes she said, "I want you to take my virginity,
Jim.  Push your penis all the way into me and make me your girlfriend."

   Hearing my petite eleven year old lover saying this too me was nearly
too much to take.  I fought the urge to drive fully into her right then. 
It would probably have been easiest on her if I just shoved it in and got
it over with, but I wanted to savor every centimeter of her tight, hot
sheath.  Focusing on the feelings in my cock, and drawing on all of my
practiced stamina, I made a few more shallow thrusts, pushing against her
hymn each time before drawing back for the next thrust.  I paused, then
pushed in slowly, the wet sheath seeming to draw me in.  I felt her hymn
stretching against my cockhead.  She might not enjoy some of this, but I
certainly was!  I continued to push in with a very slow, but steady
pressure.  I felt the tight ring opening around the tip of my cock and I
continued the slow push forward.  I felt the barrier rip as my cock slipped
in another inch, and Steph cried out in pain.  I held this position as I
again leaned down, telling Steph how wonderful she was doing, and that it
wouldn't hurt for long.  I distracted her with a deep tongue kiss as I
drove my cock all the way into her in an exquisitely slow, single push. 
She grunted in pain as I bottomed out inside her, and there was a tear
running down each cheek, but she wasn't crying.  It was an amazing, perfect
fit.  I was pushed in as deep as I could go, our hairless pubic mounds
pressed together.  I could feel my cock head pressing against her cervix. I
was fully in her, and she was filled up.  I let several minutes pass before
I moved my cock.  Still fully in her, I pulled back only an inch and pushed
back in.  Steph let me know the burning pain of her torn hymn was fading,
so I slowly withdrew all the way out.  Her young pussy gripped my cock
tightly in its slippery embrace as I made slow full thrusts in and out of
her.  She winced a few times as I passed through her still sore hymn, but
the pleasure she was feeling far outweighed any remaining pain.

   I want to keep up my pace until she orgasms, but the sheer tightness of
her velvety sheath is going to be too much for me to hold out that long. 
Instead I slow my pace and use a thumb to gather up some of her nectar that
is flowing freely again after starting to dry up from her pain response.  I
rub my slicked up thumb in slow firm circles over her sensitive clit.  This
almost seems like cheating, but I want to experience her orgasm from the
inside.  I quickly build her toward her climax, while managing to somehow
hold my own back.  Her body tensed and a quiet moan escaped her lips as her
orgasm hit.  I thrust fully into her and held myself there.  Never have I
felt such a sensation as what her young body was giving me at that moment.
Her vaginal muscles clenched her already tight tunnel vicelike against my
cock.  Her muscles spasmed in waves of orgasmic contractions which started
near her opening around the base of my shaft and traveled deeper in toward
her cervix.  I could actually feel the waves travel up along my cock, like
her pussy was trying to pull me in and milk me.  The feeling was
indescribable and was so intense that I came just seconds after her.  Pulse
after pulse of hot semen forced its way from my cock, which was pressed
hard against her cervix.  I know some must have shot directly into Steph's
immature womb.  And her orgasm continued to milk my cock even as my knees
got weak from the intense stimulation.

   I withdrew from Steph's pussy, noticing the red haze of her virgin blood
coating my cock.  I lay on the bed beside her.  Her eyes were open but
pretty dazed looking.  Her mouth was hanging open a little and she was
flushed from head to toe.  I cupped a breast and gently massaged it as I
planted soft kisses on her open mouth.  Her eyes finally refocused on my
face and I smiled at her, saying only "You are the best girlfriend a guy
could ever have.  I'm so lucky that your all mine."

   I helped her get cleaned up, noting that very little of my semen
actually ran back out.  I realized with a , perhaps perverse, sense of
pride, that most of my sperm had indeed been forced through the tight ring
of her cervix directly into her womb.  My cock actually started to swell
again as I imagined her tiny uterus filled up like a water balloon with my
semen.  I showed Steph her blood on my cock and explained to her that sex
should never hurt or make her bleed again, after that first time.  After a
quick rinse off, I filled the sauna tub with hot water and started up the
jets.  We soaked for a good long while, with Steph leaning against my
chest, and my arms around her.  The next few days were spent in a more
normal routine.  We exercised and had breakfast together, then Steph would
spend around three hours on her school computer.  If I didn't need to go
into town, I spent that time keeping up with my contacts and checking on
potential new clients.  I did not mention sex to Steph, other than to ask
her if she still had any soreness.  By the third day after loosing her
virginity, she felt no soreness or other discomfort at all.  A full week
had passed, and I was ready for more of Steph's special desert.  I planned
on giving her tight ass another go that evening.  But to keep things fun I
challenged her to a race on the obstical course.  She had really toned up
and gained strength since coming here, with the daily exercise and proper
food.

   "Steph, we are going to have a race up to the observation platform.  One
at a time, using a stopwatch to determine the winner." She was excited at
this new twist, and was cheerfully telling me I had no chance to beat her.
But I knew I was in excellent shape.  I exercised regularly long before
Steph arrived.  So I told her exactly what my prize would be.

   "Steph, when I win, my prize is going to be your cute little butt.  I am
going to strip you naked, bend you over and fuck your tight little ass
until I blow my load deep inside you, ok?"

   I got hard while saying this to her.  She gave a nervous chuckle as she
glanced at my tenting sweat pants.  "And if by some miracle you win, then
you can name your prize.  If if is something I can do for you, or get for
you, just name it.  But not until you win." I held out my hand to her, "Do
you accept my challenge?"

   She took my hand and shook it, "oh, its on!  I already know what I am
going to ask for too!"

   I just smiled, knowing she couldn't beat me.  I showed Steph how to use
the stopwatch.  It had an audible tone for the start and stop, so you could
tell that the timekeeper wasn't cheating.  I announced that I was going
first.  I set some basic rules, like having to start with one hand on the
door to the house, and the timer would stop upon fully entering the
observation deck and waving down to the timekeeper.  I prepared myself and
waited on Steph.  "BEEEP" went the stopwatch and I took off.  I leaped onto
the platform and swung past the hand swings 3 at a time.  The rock wall
slowed me a bit, but not much and soon I was across to the knotted rope. 
Hand over hand I quickly ascended the rope and entered the observation
platform.  Breathing hard with the exertion, I waved down to Steph and
heard the telling BEEP that indicated the time was stopped.  I slid down
the fireman pole and strutted over to Steph.

   She gave me a soft clap, "not too bad for an old man.  Let me show you
how to do it right now." Boy she was coming up with some zingers.  I walked
around her and reached a hand down to goose her between the legs, letting
my finger tips press her exercise shorts into her butt crack.

   "Mmmm I can already feel what I am getting tonight.  Unless you can pull
some special trick out of here to win."

   She batted my hand away, saying "Get the stopwatch ready!" She put a
hand on the door and watched me.  "Beeep" and she was off.  But she didn't
head for the ladder or the monkey bars, as I expected.  She went right to
the firemans pole, jumping at it to catch with her hands and bare feet.  I
chuckled to myself, thinking she wouldn't be able to do this nearly quickly
enough.  I watched in amazement though, as her hands held tight, she
brought both feet up facing each other, one on each side of the pole. 
Holding herself with her feet, she loosened her hands just enough to slide
them up high, then used arms and legs both to move her self up.  She
repeated this quite rapidly, looking like a frog swimming up the pole.  She
reached the top and was waving down at me in less than half the time I
took. I was frowning as I hit the timer, then burst out laughing as she
blew me a kiss and spiraled down the pole.

   "That was quite creative, and very impressive Steph!  You have followed
the rules we made, and beat me fair and square."

   She was beaming in the praise.

   I continued, "A deal is a deal.  Your ass is safe tonight.  Name your
prize and if it is within my powers, it is yours."

   She replied with a simple, "I want to go to the movies with you."

   My enthusiasm died quickly, realizing that her request meant taking her
into the public.  She was still being discussed on the news, her picture
shown frequently as investigators worked hard to find out what had happened
to her.

   But I didn't want to let her down, saying to her, "I will see what I can
do."

   I did a little basic research online and found the perfect solution to
satisfy Steph's desire to go out to a movie, and my desire to not have her
spotted and myself end up in jail or worse.  That very evening we had an
early dinner.  I had Steph dress in long pants.  I tied her hair back and
had her put on a hoodie.  I told her when we leave the house for the movie,
she had to promise to keep the hood up all the time, no matter what.  She
was so excited that I was actually going to take her out of the house that
she barely heard what I was saying.  I escorted her into the garage and
helped her into the driver seat and made her scoot across to the passenger
side.  I had come out earlier that day and disabled the door handles on all
but the driver door.  None but it would open from inside or outside.  It
took about 45 minutes of driving to get to our destination, and we had left
the house at sunset.  So it was just getting fully dark when I pulled the
car up to the ticket window at the drive in theater.  I had instructed
Steph to keep the hoodie up and keep her head facing forward.  I bought our
tickets and a big tub of buttered popcorn and a couple of sodas, then
pulled the car into an open spot fairly close to the bathrooms.  It was
going to be a production if Steph had to go, but if she did, I wanted it to
be close.  Steph had never been to a drive in, and was amazed when the
movie started.  This old drive in had been somewhat updated.  They actually
broadcast on a short range FM channel for full stereo.  We stayed through
an entire double feature.  Frozen was followed by Rise of the Guardians. 
We both managed a stressful (for me) bathroom break in between the shows.
We talked about the movies on the drive home, and Steph was thanking me for
taking her there with every other sentence.  I was honestly quite satisfied
with the day spent with Steph, even if it wasn't going to end as I had
earlier anticipated.  She was on an excited high.  All bubbly and chatty
and adorable.  And I found myself caught up in her happiness.  It was very
late, nearly midnight when we got back home.  We entered the house and had
a small bowl of ice cream to polish off the evening and I told her it was
time for bed.  She got a serious look on her face and was biting her lower
lip.  I would never have expected what happened next.  Steph took me by the
hand and started toward her basement room.

   "Don't you want to stay with me tonight?" I asked, confused.  She just
looked at me and nodded, still leading me by the hand.  We got to her room
and I was honestly confused at what she was doing.  She dropped my hand and
went to the bathroom, returning with the bottle of sex lube.

   She was blushing scarlet red as she handed it to me, "I think old men
need their second place prize."

   My jaw dropped as I realized that she was actually offering me a round
of anal sex.  It was one thing for her to passively allow it, but for her
to freely encourage me to do it, was simply amazing.  I took the lube from
her and did not insult her by asking if she was sure.  I led her to the
bed, where we quickly stripped each other bare.

   For a little twist, I handed the lube back to Steph.  I then lay on my
back in the center of the bed.  I was hard and ready, just contemplating
what was to come.  I told Steph that she would be controlling the action
this time.  It was up to her to lube me up and settle herself onto my cock.
She squeezed out a generous amount of the sex lube and coated my cock
thoroughly.  I had to give her a bit of instruction, but she did most of
the thinking as she straddled my stomach, facing me.  She reached down
between her legs and held my cock as she lowered her ass down towards it.
The head of my cock ran up her thigh.  Her aim was a bit off, and my cock
was so lubed up that it slid right into her tight pussy.  I exclaimed at
how nice it felt, but I wanted the other hole.  Steph blushed again and
re-positioned herself with my cockhead pressing against her clenched
sphincter.  She was putting quite a bit of weight down on my cock, but her
ass was clenched tight enough to prevent penetration.  I encouraged her to
push like she was pooping.  She took a deep breath and pushed.  I didn't
realize she had most of her weight balanced on my cock, until she started
pushing and I immediately impaled her rectum, balls deep, as all of her
weight shifted down onto my cock before she could stop her downward motion.
Steph's face held a look of real pain, and she made a low grunting noise
and tried to get up, but I put my hands on her shoulders and held her down,
gently.  I held her there, impaled, until her initial discomfort passed.  I
told her that she would be stuck on my cock until I blew my load in her. 
So she needed to move herself around and up and down.  She held still for a
moment longer, then started raising and lowering her ass slowly on my cock.
It was just as tight and amazing as the first time, when I was standing
behind her, if not even more intense.  Putting my hands on her hips, I
showed her how to move her ass around in slow circles while moving up and
down.  I held my orgasm at bay for a good long while, wanting to thoroughly
enjoy this experience with Steph.  She was straining and sweating and
grunting from her exertions.  I had to re-lube twice more before I could
hold out no longer.  I grabbed her by the waist and held her down as I shot
hot streams of semen deep inside her colon.  I knew she was going to be
sore, but probably not as bad as that first time.  I really appreciated
that Steph had volunteered herself for my pleasure.  I decided to view anal
with her as an occasional treat, giving her plenty of time in between
sessions with more traditional sexual activities that we both really
enjoyed.  Steph lay down on top of me after I climaxed, causing my
deflating cock to slide out of her rectum as she leaned forward.  I gave
her a quick kiss and then rolled her off of me, onto her back.  I pushed
her knees apart and up toward her chest as I move my mouth into position to
bring her to her own satisfying conclusion.  As I moved in, I was
fascinated by her ass hole.  It was still stretched open nearly an inch,
but was very slowly closing as I watched.  There was still lube spread
everywhere so I slid my entire thumb gently up into her ass and felt the
curious sensation of her rectum sphincter slowly tightening around my
thumb. I left my thumb there and pressed my first two fingers into her
slick pussy, happy to feel not only the lube from the bottle, but a good
amount of Stephs own nectar, proving that she was aroused during her anal
exertions.  Using those three digits of one hand, I massaged the walls
between her vagina and rectum.  I then dove in with my mouth and latched
onto her tiny clit.  But unlike before, I had already been satisfied, so
was able to maintain control and pace my motions for her.  She wasn't
scared this time, and reached a good, strong orgasm after only a few
minutes.  A thin stream of my semen oozing from her ass reminded me that
she should really go take a shower.

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