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 Rainbeaux was long dead and no one missed her at all.  Her 9 year old
daughter Teri lay naked on the edge of the table, no longer needing to be
firmly secured, but willingly allowing me to use her sweet tender body. 
After having her for over a week, she was still a virgin.  Her tiny barely
budding little titties were now bruised from hickies and kneading
mercilessly; her legs showed the effects of having been lifted to her
shoulders, being bent double as I chewed hungrily on her pussy.  Her tight
anal sphincter was loosened considerably from my fingers and the various
dildoes I had shoved into her...  yet her hymen remained intact.  It had
been touched, licked, photographed, even sucked on as I spread her open,
yet I had not burst it.  I tortured myself as mercilessly as I did her.

   My constantly swollen cock hated me.  There was nothing on earth it
needed more than to split the child apart.  I had only cum a hand full of
times since she was my property, and then only in her inexperienced mouth
which was less than satisfying.

   Yet I knew it was time.  I had to have her.  I had to deflower, to ruin,
to use, to corrupt her.  There was no choice.  I must have her.  I must be
the first to enter the child and to turn her into what she surely must
become in life, should she have that opportunity.  Always naked, the child
had become accustomed to my seeing, touching, sucking, and hurting her. 
There was no hesitation on her part to spreading her thin legs apart to
allow total access to her cunt.  She had come to accept that the most i
mportant part of her body lay between her young legs.

   It was not that it had not been used.  By now it was swollen and red
from my sucking on it.  It had been in my mouth for hours at a time.  I had
tasted her piss, I had eaten her to orgasm dozens of times and licked her
juices and excretions.  I know this child.  But she had become an object,
not an individual.  I no longer thought of Teri as "her" but as "it".  And
it was mine.  All mine.  It was my property and it dominated my essence.

   Maybe I was its property?  It was all I could think about, it controlled
my mind and drove me to distraction, yet I didn't fuck it.  Why was I
holding back, what motivated my self-denial?

   The time had come.  I awakened to the darkness of my surroundings, my
bed next to hers, our room deeply underground in my cave.  Alone with no
one to interrupt, no one to care what was happening to it..  her...  she
drove me insane with desire, yet the restraint was mine.  I had to do it.
This was the day.  Teri lay quietly next to me, not in my bed but a few
feet away.  I had not slept with her as I knew that had I done that I would
have done her immediately.  I had tasted every inch of her tender body,
licking her face, her neck.  I had shoved my tongue deeply into her ears
and had wet her eyes.  Her neck, chest, stomach, and arms were covered in
darkly bruised hickies.  I knew the flavor of each of her fingers and of
her toes.  They had all been in my mouth, my tongue had explored all of
her. She had but one secret - the tightness of her virgin cunt.

   I slowly removed the sheet I had allowed her to use to cover herself as
she slept.  Her nakedness excited me as always and my cock instantly
swelled to full extent.  My balls ached from unsatiated lust.  She awoke as
I picked her up and carried her to the deep hole I allowed it to use for
bodily waste.  She squatted over the hole and let her urine flow from her.
I washed my hands in her stream, so warm, so sexy.  I licked my hands
clean, enjoying the flavor of her piss.  I twisted her about, forcing her
mouth to mine and kissed the child hungrily, forcing my tongue deeply into
her mouth, feeling her teeth, her gums, her tongue, the roof of her mouth.
My hands engulfed her crotch, cupping her more tightly that I had done
before.  It was used to being touched but not this roughly.  I startled it.
It knew something was different today.

   I could not take her gently.  I had been gentle too long.  My patience,
though self-imposed, was gone.  It was time.  Her cunt still wet from
peeing, my cock harder than it had ever been before, I carried her to the
low table, the perfect height for proper positioning.  I had to eat it
again.  I cupped the underside of her knees and shoved her legs to her
shoulders leaving her cunt prominent and buried my face into it.  Like a
crazy man, I ate her, licking, cucking, biting, chewing on her, and
violently using the child's cunt for my pleasure.  She reacted to my
assault, struggling, trying to back away from me, no longer the submissive
child she had become.  Her struggles enraged me, drove me over the edge
into reaction.

   I grabbed her thighs and yanked her to the edge of the table.  No
hesitation, no lubrication, no gentle lover...  I shoved.  I shoved again
and shoved harder.  My rock hard cock pushed into the child, pushed against
her tight barrier.  I had to break her; I had to destroy her virginity. 
Again I shoved.  She screamed.  She struggled.  I was in.

   Tight, wrapping so wonderfully around my bulging cock, wet, slippery,
slick, so tight.  I pushed again and was all the way in her.  My cock was
held firmly in a tight wondrous tube.  My head spun, I felt my knees go
weak as I pulled out and re-entered the previously virgin, bloody young
pussy.  Never in my life had I felt anything so incredible on my dick.  So
tight, so wonderfully tight and smooth.  In two or three strokes I felt my
orgasm coming.  I hated myself for what was happening, not for using the
virgin, no, not that.  I hated myself for cumming so soon, so quickly, for
not being able to hold back, for not prolonging the exquisite feeling of
fucking this glorious tunnel.

   I don't know how much I came, no idea of the volume, only the intensity.
My head flopped back, my eyes rolling up, my breath in gasps, my heart
pounding in my ears.  My knees almost failed me, yet my orgasm continued.
Stream after stream of hot cum shot into the child's fuck tube.

   Minutes passed.  It may have been hours.  I don't know.  Then it was
over.  I flopped out soft.  No longer the rock hard fuck metal it had been.
Soft.  It was over.  I had done her and she was crying.  Crying hard,
sobbing as if she had lost her puppy.  I was not impressed.  She should
have been happy, should have been pleased to have given me that great gift
of her virginity.

   Over the next few days she didn't speak with me, wanted nothing to do
with me.  It took me days to realize what had happened.  It didn't like
being fucked.  It didn't have an orgasm.  That disturbed me.

   Over the next few days I came up with a plan.

   Chapter 4 coming soon.