Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. An Export Business. (c) Hamilton Joyce Mg nc She dropped off the school bus shouting goodbye to the other girls as usual, and came down the scruffy little path short-cut to her cottage at the edge of the village. He checked the path was empty as usual except for her, he stood in the shadows admiring his victim. He was cool and confident: it was many years since he had last felt any nerves. Just thirteen, ash-blonde with a long pony-tail over her light blue school blazer: lovely legs. Like most of the girls she had adapted the black school uniform skirt so it was above the knee and showed her calves and a few inches of tanned thigh, skirt tight over that cute little bum. He knew her crisp white cotton shirt hid perfect little breasts. How did he know? Be patient! All will be made clear. She was happy, skipping along, and as she passed he shot the dart: from his hide beside the solitary ragged privet bush it was only three feet and the dart stuck in her neck, pumping the poison. With an "Ouch!" she clapped her hand to the place, imagining perhaps she had been bitten by a horse fly, and then in one second collapsed unconscious. Quickly he lifted her.... no weight for his muscular frame.... behind the bush and up the grassy bank to the side of the arterial road where he had parked the van, side door open ready. There was traffic on the road, but the van hid the bank, the muscular man, and his burden as he pitched the girl into the van, slammed the door, got in and was away. She would be out for an hour at least. He had rummaged in her satchel and found her phone, which he had switched off and put in the lead-lined envelope along with the tiny dart from her neck. All that, satchel and probably her school clothes unless her purchaser wanted them would eventually go in the furnace at his 'safe house'. He had touched nothing between the van and the path except his trainers on the rabbit-cropped grass on the bank. The informal lay-bye was stony and would leave no tyre print, and the light traffic on the A road was moving at seventy to eighty, ripping along too fast and dangerously to take any notice of an anonymous white van where there was often similar parked up for a moment or two. There was a strong smell of urine on the bank, and tissues, cigarette ends and all the usual disgusting roadside debris was spilling down the it, so any unlikely trace of his DNA would be masked by hundreds of others. Anyway, he wore gloves, and kept his head and all body hair shaven as an elementary precaution given his chosen profession. He was away clean, as usual. ....................................... 'His chosen profession'? Some ASSTR readers may recall the story about 'Satisfaction Inc.' Stephen Buckingham had been a young graduate back then, and had joined an organisation run by a wealthy procurer/pimp called Lawson, whose speciality was providing teenage and pre-teen boys as sex toys for the world-wide jet set. Stephen had been given the huge recruitment territory of Africa, the Middle East and Asia. There had been no kidnapping : purchase from poor or venial parents and guardians, occasionally blackmail or threats, these were the inducements. And only boys, no girls. Boys were Lawson's obsessional interest and his company's niche market. His skills in that decade were honed in the areas of people-smuggling, and importantly he had gained a pilot's licence, and a large fortune. Stephen no longer called himself 'Buckingham' and indeed, had a dozen aliases, with passports and documentation for each, and was forever adding new personae, and removing old ones, to keep ahead of the game. About five years ago he had left 'The Firm' as they called it to set up his own business. Lawson was ok with this as Stephen would specialise in teenage girls, from the UK only, and thus would not cut across Satisfaction Inc supply arrangements. Lawson was not a man to annoy, and Stephen was careful to keep on good terms with him, sometimes co-operating when a Satisfaction Inc client wanted a boy and a girl together. He had changed in the ten years he had worked with Lawson: no longer exclusively homosexual as he had imagined himself at first, he had learned the pleasures tits and female pussy could offer.... though he still liked 'Bottom' men if young and feminine and, initially as a favour for exceptional lovers and later because he found he enjoyed it he would accept cocks up his own arse if their "Top" was big, strong and dominant. In addition he had discovered that despite being apparently riskier kidnapping is MUCH safer than attempting more peaceful recruitment in the UK's advanced and heavily-monitored society. More enjoyable too, as he had discovered a mildly sadistic streak in his pleasures, getting a real buzz from the planning and then the moment of capture. The "Buyers" often middlemen between him and the end-user of his girlie playthings frequently over-lapped with Lawson's, and the network of contacts Stephen had built up in his ten years with Satisfaction Inc. proved very useful in the launch of his new business. Also his expertise with software dating from his university days but constantly updated gave him access to his victims beyond anything their parents, or even the law, could guess at, and the Dark Web was secure and ideal for negotiation, logistics, and payment if used very carefully. Pretty English girls, especially blondes age between eleven and fifteen, were in great demand world-wide, but there was some UK and European regional demand for English-speaking and preferably English-accented Black and Asian teenage girls. Stephen enjoyed them all white, black or brown, training them to be ready for the demands of their eventual owners as they passed briefly through his hands (literally!) Moral? Not at all! But get it in proportion: it seems a child goes missing every 3 minutes in the UK. At the most I am responsible for one a month, a drop in the ocean... Yes, I am Stephen, though I would have to check to find out what surname I am using at the moment and it is probably different by the time you read this! I am known as Stephen throughout the hidden world of people trafficking and my merchandise is renowned as the very best available. This is because my methods of training produce willing, eager little nymphets. I like the word "nymphet", which was coined in the seminal novel "Lolita" to describe under-age girls who combine ravishing beauty with sexual precocity. Mind-stopping beauty is the minimum requirement for my choice of kidnap subjects. I train them by using kindness rather than the aggressively violent methods most traffickers employ to groom their victims. Think "Horse Whisperer". Think also Stockholm Syndrome... google it if you have not heard of it! But since it is central to my methods I will quote a medical definition. "Stockholm syndrome refers to a group of psychological symptoms that occur in some persons in a captive or hostage situation. It has received considerable media publicity in recent years because it has been used to explain the behaviour of such well-known kidnapping victims as Patty Hearst (1974) and Elizabeth Smart (2002). The term takes its name from a bank robbery in Stockholm, Sweden, in August 1973. The robber took four employees of the bank (three women and one man) into the vault with him and kept them hostage for 131 hours. After the employees were finally released, they appeared to have formed a paradoxical emotional bond with their captor; they told reporters that they saw the police as their enemy rather than the bank robber, and that they had positive feelings toward the criminal." These "positive feelings" are key: each advance in the girl's sexuality is prompted by her deep-founded wish to please her kidnapper and finally increasingly lubricious acts of sex are ardently desired by the girl. I never have full-on sex until asked by her, and that opens the door to all the other variations my customers expect from one of my nymphets. A brow-beaten, cowed girl is worth a few thousand dollars in a brothel: my randy little beauties are worth seven figure sums in the stables of mega-wealthy buyers. .................................... I knew a lot about Heather McFarlane. I had picked her out from a local newspaper report of a village fete in August, and she had stood out as a valuable prospect with her English-rose innocent beauty. The colour photo did full justice to her sunny smile and willowy young body in that virginal white cotton dress. Looked as if she would have good tits and nice legs and bum. She was on my list for further investigation. With her name and the village she lived in it was easy to find out where she lived, and where her parents worked, he as a doctor in the town ten miles away, she as the manager of a dress shop, same town as the father, and the daughter's high school. When term began in September the house would be empty weekdays, and then pretty little Heather home alone, un-missed for over an hour weekday evenings. Very promising...... She moved up my short list, not only lovely but also vulnerable, and in September I decided she was next. In the event I did not need to break in (always an increased risk): the girl was careless about the security of her laptop and it was simple to get the right virus installed and remotely download the contents of her HDD: it was everything I needed for my sales pitch. The girl was innocent, virginal, and a bit silly as she should be at thirteen. She was active in the social media, but although she chatted about boys to her girl school friends, there seemed to be none in her life, and certainly no men. Not yet! The recent family holiday photos from a beach and hotel in Spain would be useful, and the video of her in that tiny blue bikini would get my customers drooling and fuel the action when I opened the bidding..... My guess she would have good breasts for a thirteen year old was confirmed by that video. There were no naked selfies on her laptop.... a modest little girl! But she had a close friend, Shirley, and they did sleepovers, in my experience a euphemism for teenage lesbianism. Shirley was pretty enough to be a potential target too, a brunette with latin beauty: her breasts more developed than Heather's, her arse just a little bit fuller, her legs less slender. She would, however, be an acceptable piece of merchandise if that did not break one of my basic rules: nothing that would suggest there was an abduction. Two girls in the same village would really attract unwanted interest from the law! Better they should think it was a banal missing person run-away teenager case and quickly lose interest if there were no leads. ....................................... She was still out cold when I laid her on the bed in the cell that would be her home for the next few weeks until her training was accomplished and complete: I like to think of it as acclimatisation with the physical and psychological conditioning a good coach gives a gifted athlete, though there is something of brain-washing about it as well. I was tempted to have a look at her tits and pussy or at least cop a feel, but teased myself by deciding to wait till she was conscious. The pleasure of revelation would be increased by her distress: this was clearly a modest and chaste girlie and humiliation would be an important factor in her grooming. So it was a pretty little blonde teenager in her neat school uniform who was shackled to the old iron bed her long blonde hair over her bosom, white shirt rising and falling with her steady breathing, legs wide-spread but part-hidden by her black skirt, and who became the subject of a couple of photographs to add to the auction prospectus. I like to include a video or two in my auction prospectus, but steer clear of anything sexual in them. Two reasons: first I would figure in any such and my anonymity is precious; any sexual video has a way of escaping into the general internet! Secondly, some things are best left to the buyer's imagination. The video of her on the beach is delightful, innocently sexy, and shows her athleticism.... That will do! I have a CCTV camera hidden in a smoke alarm (out of reach of her chain), but do not keep any of the film. I enjoy it for the weeks of captivity and then shred the tapes. You could divide prospective buyers into three classes in this respect. Some found the school uniform ultra-sexy, some wanted them dressed like teenage whores in lingerie and stockings, others like me lusted after their naked bodies. So these bondage photos of her in school uniform, along with a couple of school-type photos downloaded from her laptop, one of which showed a delightfully hot and sweaty girl with her hockey stick, and nipples erect under a wet red shirt, should create interest among school-girl fetishists. You can almost set your watch by the time that dart anaesthetic lasts so I was standing by the bed watching as she came round, enjoying that familiar bewildered look, the growing panic as she realised she could not move a muscle of the body, the fear when she saw a huge, muscular, shaven-headed, bare-chested male looking down at her. She struggled, turned her head and saw the stainless steel lavatory bowl , matching sink, and the sloping floor of a shower in the corner behind it, the plain wooden open shelf with a bottle of Evian and a plastic glass with a toothbrush and tube of toothpaste in it. Apart from the bed she lay on the only furniture was a metal table and metal chair both bolted to the raw concrete floor. Spartan! "what?....... Where am I?...... Why?..... Who are you?....." "Four questions, Heather, and one answer. I own you now, body and soul, and this is your new home for as long as I want you, these four walls. I have a name, but if you need one for me, just call me 'sir'." "Don't hurt me, sir. Please don't." Tears had started down her face and she had stopped struggling against the ankle and wrist restraints. "I can hurt you, Heather if I need to. And I would need to if you refuse to do everything I tell you to. Everything. Got that? You are to do everything I tell you to. And to start I will unshackle you and you are to undress for me and fold your clothes up carefully. I want you naked." "Oh no! No, sir, please. I can't...." "You can and will, Heather. And remember what I said? I meant it." I leaned over her and touched the delicate flesh of her inside calf under the skirt, using my cattle prod. She screamed. "You said you wouldn't hurt me...." "Unless you refused anything I asked. That was 5000 volts, sweetie. Imagine what it would be like where you really are sensitive. I expect you can think of a few sensitive places and I certainly can: think about it! Now again: if I untie you will you strip naked for me and fold your clothes neatly?" "Please don't hurt me again, sir. I'll do it." Still holding the cattle-prod in my right hand I unclasped an ankle and wrist, circled the bed and undid the other side too. Realising, perhaps, this was her last chance she bravely struck out, aiming a blow at my balls..... and missing. I laughed and touched the offending arm with the electrodes. The scream of pain was gratifying, as was the look of desperation as she literally hugged herself in despair: my cock was hard, and not only in anticipation of her nakedness. A girlish scream always turns me on, and now I have my millions stashed away it probably is my main motivation..... not so much the inflicting of pain as the resulting humiliation and submission. See.... I am honest with myself, warts and all! "Brave, but foolish. I warned you. Now be a sensible girl and undress." Kneeling, she slowly undid the buttons on her shirt, and as she pulled it from the waistband of her skirt it fell open to show her tanned torso and a glimpse of a simple, plain white brassiere. Her breasts seemed to be filling the cups completely, rounded and distinctly promising..... "Take your time, sweetie. No hurry....." I clipped the cattle-prod back in its holster and suggestively rubbed the crotch of my trousers to fix her eyes on my cock as she slipped the shirt off, and as instructed folded it on the bed. She was kneeling and her blonde hair was in her eyes: she with both hands swept it back so it hung down her back, a gesture that emphasised her breasts in their tight little bra cups. She hesitated, looking at me but not meeting my eyes. "Do I have to, sir?" There was a sob in her voice but she had stopped actually weeping. I made now answer, but she saw me unclip the catch on my leather holster, and immediately pulled her bra up. There was no clasp on it, just stretch elastic, so she had to stretch her arms above her head as she pulled it off: her pretty breasts were shown off to their best effect as she stretched upwards. The girl was sun-tanned this September after our long hot summer, and after I supposed that beach holiday she had documented in her laptop files. Her breasts were a lighter gold than her torso but rounded and shapely little cones, tipped by small pink aureoles, about the size of a ten p coin, nipples a deeper pink but not erect: I would change that soon. "Lovely, Heather, You've been sunbathing...." "Yes, sir." "Topless?" Silence. "I asked you a question, Heather." I took the cattle prod from its holster. "Oh, not again, please, sir. It hurt bad. Please. Yes topless on the beach: all the girls were topless there." "But not as lovely as yours, sweetie. A-cup?" "Yes, sir." "Squeeze the nipples. Make them stand for me. I need a couple of photos." I enjoyed the first overtly sexual act by the girl as she pulled at her nipples and they rose like little acorns. I took close-ups straight on, and from the side to capture their matchless profile, standing firm without the slightest sag-line under them, rounded and full, though satisfactorily small, as they had to be to satisfy the expectations of my bidders for a thirteen year old blonde and if she was to achieve top dollar as she ought to. "And now your trainers, then the skirt....." She was obeying now knowing there was no alternative, that I was willing to inflict pain if she did not. As she knelt to fold the skirt I was treated to a vision of teenage beauty, the shape of her thighs and arse with its flimsy cotton panties, a graceful and so sexy curve. Those breasts hardly changing shape as she leaned forward, so firm and pert. She was going to be a delight! "Stand up." It was difficult on the sprung mattress, but she managed with a sexy little wobble. Still she would not meet my eyes, submissive and down-cast.... perhaps at the level of my penis, hidden by my trousers, but clearly visible in outline, diagonal across my belly. I knew I was leaking pre-cum! My eyes too were focussed crotch-wards. Her pastel blue panties had a satin finish and that cute little crease down the centre caught the strong light of the bulb I had changed to get high-res pics today. I had teased myself by waiting but now I just had to see that pretty teenage pussy so clearly suggested by her little camel-toe: I recalled that same camel toe from the beach bikini pics, but this would be clearer. I took a zoomed in pic. "Take those panties off...." "Oh! Please. I can't do that..... Please." I made no reply beyond again clicking open the catch on my leather holster... She leaped to it, pulling the panties down to her knees and then raising her left leg to pull them over one ankle. Her curvaceous hips and that cute little arse were emphasised by this, and again when she did it for her right foot. The panties were laid tidily atop her pile of clothes. "Legs just a bit apart, Heather...." Her pussy was perfection: the pubic fleece was a tiny triangle of fine blonde hair, not curly as it would be one day, but still little-girl wispy and straight. Her clitoral hood was a small pale pink triangle, hairless and leading the eye down to hairless, tight-closed cunt-lips, with an altogether virginal and little-girl aspect, I took several front on shots, and some zoomed in close-up of her pussy, and then a couple full length in profile, to capture those pretty little tits and her small but jutting arse. A million dollars? Could be! Could be a record auction. Lay down now, Heather. I turned her on her side and lay behind her, my trousered cock hard against that naked bottom, a hand over her shoulder and down to her breast: as silky textured and as firm under my palm as it had looked to be. She sobbed..... but was no longer weeping. Time to begin the seduction: I had two weeks, maximum a month to turn her from this scared, innocent child into an eager little nympho. Time to destroy not only her modesty but also any independence of spirit. Young, eager and submissive was what my pedo buyers wanted in their harems. And at least two weeks of the greatest pleasure known to a man, to have a lovely teenage girl at his mercy!" She was completely passive and accepting as I shackled her again, wrists and ankles, pillows under her head so she looked down the length of her body. "Do you know what masturbation is?" A hesitation, but then she admitted she did. "And do you masturbate, Heather?" Again the hesitation and again the admission. "Is this how you do it?" I opened her cunt-lips and I saw the pinkness within.... it looked dry, but as i stroked her and pulled at the clit with thumb and forefinger I could see it beginning to glisten and feel it becoming slippery. Her nipple had become erect between my own thumb and forefinger, quite long, and nicely rubbery as I pulled at it and gently squeezed, to add to her growing sensations of pleasure. I was whispering in her ear now.... "Thinking about boys, your boyfriend?" "Haven't got one and don't want one...." "Girlfriend then, one you sleepover with perhaps?" I could almost feel the girl's hesitation as she faced a dilemma. If she admitted to having a friend called Shirley she might put her best friend at risk...... if she was caught in a lie then I would use my cattle prod on 'a sensitive place'. God! He might mean her clitty, or nipple. I was gently rubbing her clitoris now, and circling my finger around it in a figure of eight. "I haven't got any real friends, and don't do sleepovers. My Daddy won't let me..." I touched her thigh with the two electrodes and if I had not been holding her tit she would have bucked right up in the air as she screamed. My cock twitched despite being pressed against her thigh. "I warned you, Heather, no lies... I know all about you, you see, and I know about Shirley too: pretty little thing isn't she, though personally I prefer blondes to brunettes. Now tell me about those sleepovers..." Hesitation.... but then she accepted the inevitable. "We do each other. I mascerate her and she does me, and we kiss while we do it." "Masturbate, Heather, That's what you do, not 'mascerate'. Does she do you like this?" Still twanging her clit like a guitar string I removed my hand from her breast and stuck a finger up her vagina. Tight, of course, and very hot... nicely wet. The body does not lie... despite her terrifying status she was feeling pleasure. Of course! No hymen. "Are you really a virgin, Heather?" "Oh, yes, sir. Really. Please...." "It's all right, my dear, I believe you. But something's been up here. When you masturbate, or when you're having your lesbian frolics with Shirley Perkins?" "My hairbrush.... the handle. And we're not lesbians, sir. We just....." She couldn't think what to say, and I found her tongue-tied awkwardness so sexy! "If the cap fits, wear it, Heather. And now just lay there and enjoy this. You are going to cum for me." I only had to finger fuck and strum her clit for a couple of minutes and her body tensed. I could feel her orgasm with my finger as her cunt gripped and released several times, but she came silently. That would change with time and the increasing power of her climaxes over the coming days.... "I need to pee, sir." This was my cue to take the stainless steel collar from its hook on the wall in the far corner opposite the bed and lifting her head from the pillows, fine golden hair slipping on my hand I fastened it round her neck. A satisfying click as it locked and a perfect fit. I could just get a couple of fingers between the steel and her tender neck. The long, fine but incredibly strong steel chain locked onto her collar and the other end onto a steel ring let into the wall behind the bed. The same key opened all three locks. The chain is long enough for you to get to the toilet bowl and the shower. If you need to pee, it's over in the corner! "I can't while you watch, sir." "You'll have to, because I will be watching." Oddly enough, because I am very broad in my sexual tastes, piss is not one of them. But if it humiliated her I certainly would watch! So I did. "Wipe yourself, my dear. There are tissues beside the pedestal, on the floor." I hung my belt up on the hook in the corner. "In case you have any ideas, the belt and cattle prod are beyond the reach of your neck-chain, and I just leave them there as a reminder that however kind I may seem sometimes, that only lasts as long as you do what I say. Now I have to get some things. By the way, that door lock only opens with my finger print and the exact sound of my voice, and the door is in any case out of reach for you. I'll be back in a few minutes. I suggest you masturbate a bit to pass the time.... I like my girls hot and juicy." ............................... I gave her an hour to settle in before I returned, this time with the shaving kit. I was pleased to see the shower had been used, and probably the toothbrush too. (I missed that on the CCTV as I was sorting out the food in the freezer chest!) She was sullenly accepting when I shackled her again spread-eagled on the bed, but pleaded with me when she learned I was going to remove her pubic hair. "please, no, sir. I like it." "And I like nice hairless pussies, my dear. Now you are going to feel a little prick." Nothing to do with shaving, but the prick in her arm was her contraceptive injection.... good for two or three months. I would be free to fuck her in seven days, immediately if she had just finished a period. Not that my plan included full-on sex for about a week, any way. And then the pleasant ritual of shaving the teenage pudenda, a prelude to all those sexual delights that make my work so worth doing. Most of the girls I market are blondes, and they are easiest to shave, certainly you get a smoother finish than with brunettes. Asian girls, whether from the subcontinent, South East Asia or China shave nicely like blondes.... same very fine hair. Black girls have less hair but wirier, mostly, and difficult to get a completely clean shave. She lay quietly while I clipped her with my scissors, and then when I lathered her with aerosol foam. I use an ordinary safety razor, and keep it clean and hot in a basin of warm water. I had propped her head on a pillow so she could just about watch what I was doing, and she seemed if anything interested rather than alarmed. I was surprised. Several sweeps of the razor, stretching the skin with my left hand and her pubic mound was clean. and then more carefully the few wispy nearly white hairs on her labia. This was more delicate work, but more amusing, especially as I realised she was becoming aroused by my stretching her lips: her slit was getting nicely juicy. Not all girls do, and young Heather was beginning to show great promise. I stood back and admired my work: naked of hair her pubic mound seemed larger than it had with that blonde fleece: it was lighter than her torso and swelled slightly rounded at the base of her athletic-looking belly, leading the eye to the triangle of pinker flesh protecting her clitoris and the still tight-closed cunt lips, now looking a bit more swollen and adult without their scanty froth of hair. I took some photos for the auction site. These little-girl hairless ones would go along with the earlier pretty blonde ones. The final lucky buyer could make his choice.... pretty and fifteen, or lovely and ten! "Can you see, Heather?" "Yes, sir." "And good, or not?" She hesitated not wanting to seem to encourage the villain, but she had to admit to herself that it was pretty. She had already decided not to risk again the pain of that cattle thing hanging on the wall to remind her. "I think it looks good, and my friend Shirley did hers months ago, and I was wondering if I should too. Lots of girls have a 'Hollywood' nowadays." The real test of a good shaving-job is with the cheek and the lips. I knelt between her splayed legs and nuzzled her mound and pussy: all as as smooth and soft as her lovely bottom. I kissed her closed labia, and she gasped. But did not protest as I opened the outer lips with thumb and forefinger and kissed inside her cleft. She gasped again, I licked the length of her pink, glistening cleft, savouring the taste of arousal already there. Her clitoris was a hard little nub just begging to be sucked, licked, and pulled between pursed lips. "Oooooh!" My head bobbed up and down as I sucked and kissed, tongue lingering at her vagina entrance, penetrating half an inch, circling, returning to her clit. I was rubbing her with my whole face, every part from forehead, nose, lips, chin was rubbing in there, getting bathed in heady girl-juice. I did not penetrate her vagina and did not need to as she came: not a noisy cum, but I could feel her body tense and relax, her hips raise and then fall three times, three spasms shooting through her young body. I did not stop: see if she could be multi-orgasmic or would her genitalia become ultra-sensitive? No problem: as I sucked and pulled at her clit she came again, this time with a chorus of 'Ooooohs!' and 'Aaaaaahs!' and finally an "Oh my God, please stop, sir. Please. It's too much. "Oh! There it goes again!" I let her rest finally and looked down at her, red-faced, dazed look in eyes, sort of lethargic after the passion of those electric spasms. I unclasped her wrist and ankle shackles, turned her on her side, and embraced her, her naked breasts pressed on my bare chest, her little body against my cock..... still inside my boxer-trunks. "Kiss me, Heather." Slowly, but not quite reluctantly, she put and arm around me and offered her lips. Her mouth yielded when I pushed my tongue past her lips, and then I felt hers tentatively enter my mouth, and we were kissing with enthusiasm. I whispered, low. "And you never did that with Shirley, truly?" "Truly, sir." "Wish you had, though?" "Sort of. It would have been nice." "I'll kiss your pussy again. Heather." "Please. But not just now, sir." "OK. Later. But you kiss my cock, Heather." I knelt up, pulled my boxers down, lay down again and pulled them off. now laying on my side, my cock stiff. "Feel it. Feel how hot it is. Hot like your cunt, my dear." Her little white hand so slender and lovely as she gingerly closed it round my red shaft. "You can hold it tight, Heather, Really grip it: it won't break! Yes! Like that. Now rub it up and down. I like that. All men do. It's like when you rub your clitoris." "Is that sperm sir?" Amazing how curiosity about sexual matters always trumps fear in young girls and boys! "No, my dear. It's called pre-cum. The sperm comes later and there's much more. Lick it and taste it." I watched enthralled as she tentatively touched my knob with the tip of her tongue, and bolder licked up the knob to its eye. "No taste. It's sort of slippery." "That's its job, Heather, to be slippery, just like the juices I've been lapping from your pussy." It was the time to remind her that I had sucked her off, swallowed her juices. This first penetration of my cock into her body was important, and it was vital that she did not find it either frightening or disgusting. I intended to have, in a couple of weeks hopefully, an eager and randy little thirteen year old girl to market to the highest bidder. I knelt over her, her breasts under my balls and thighs. "Lick my cock, Heather, and see if you can get it in your mouth." Yes! Good girl. Now suck, and lick it with your tongue." I saw her cheeks hollow, and felt her tongue fluttering against my cock. I pushed gently with my hips, and a couple of inches of my shaft slipped easily between those full lips. Her eyes met mine, not frightened but certainly submissive. She was ready, and I started to move my cock in and out: I held her head between my palms, feeling the silky blonde hair, and the skull beneath. I was getting most of my cock in and was content with that. I did not want her gagging on it, not this first time, "That's lovely, Heather, You're doing it well!" I speeded up, and made no attempt to control the climax I felt building in my arse and then my cock. I came without warning her, and enjoyed the surprise in her eyes as her mouth filled with my cum and she tried to pull away. My hands held her head firmly in place as I came with two more spurts and she had no choice but to swallow.... and then I was still as my cock twitched and oozed, before becoming progressively limp. I lay beside her and turned her on her side facing me. "That was sperm, my dear. Now Kiss me, Heather, so I can taste it on your lips, and you can taste pussy juice on mine." It was a proper kiss, willing and passionate.... "There was so much, sir, and slippery like the pre-cum, but silkier. I don't think it has a taste, just a silky feel. But I know mine tastes..." "And very nice it is too. Next time we'll suck each other at the same time if we can. That's good too. Now, you've been a good girl and must be hungry?" "I am sir?" "What would you like, a pizza or a nice fish pie with some green beans." "Oh, the pizza." "Fish pie tomorrow then," ................................... I watched her eat her pizza, and then the dish of lychees, the whole can, and drink her pint or so of grape juice, all that while I grilled and ate my rare steak with microwaved chips and a tomato salad. When she had done at the table she went over to the wash basin and brushed her teeth, then picked up the hairbrush and sat brushing her lovely hair. She did not look exactly happy, but not miserable either. A spirited, brave little girl: would make some lucky billionaire a delightful sex-toy! I took the lap-top in with me. Battery operated (good for seven or eight hours), and with no internet access, all it had loaded was a very simple operating system with about twenty hours of video and a couple of hundred "short stories". It is one of my most effective seduction resources: all my subjects are denied any external interest or stimulus that is not sexual: the videos cover the full gamut of sexual practises, but with the exception of a few lesbian clips all feature adult males with teenage girls, and that is the theme of all the stories. With nothing else to occupy them my subjects are overwhelmed by the repeated scenes and descriptions of sex, and gradually become inured to it, accepting it as normal first, and then desirable later. In other words, they become horny..... all of them. It never fails. When I returned to her cell she was sitting on the bed, looking very bored. She had stacked the empty paper dishes and plastic cutlery tidily! "And now, my sweetie, we're going to suck each other at the same time.... It's called sixty-nine, and you will see why. We have to lay down facing each other and I have to bend so we can reach each other. If you were taller or I was shorter then you could lay on top of me, which is even nicer for both of us, but that won't work for us two. Now can you reach?" "Yes, sir." "Me too: you know what to do." And she did, palpably enjoying it, a real success this early in her training. What a delight to have a young girl clamping your face between her thighs, cunt wet and clit hard, her arms around your bum, and her mouth bobbing up and down on your cock. It would look good too in the short resumee I add to the auction prospectus: 'willing sixty nine on first day of captivity with multiple orgasms, and swallowing cum. Expresses wish she had had oral sex with her girlfriend'. So after that surprisingly good sex with the teenager I was ready to reward her. "You're going to be alone with nothing to do quite a lot, but there's some stories, and some films here which will while away the time for you: I think you will enjoy them, Heather." I watched her on the CCTV screen as she looked at the first video.... I knew it was a video and not a story as she did not need to scroll. Within a couple of minutes her hand was on her pussy, fingering her Clitoris. Then a hand on her breast as well, pulling at that rubbery nipple. She came, those long, slender legs tensing and her feet pointing to the ceiling. She did not stop watching, though, and now had a finger in her vagina. I switched the screen off and put the boxing on my TV. ..................... In the morning I took her a bowl of muesli, some toast and honey, a couple of mandarin oranges, and a plastic mug of cocoa, and watched while she ate.... healthy appetite. I could see from the shower that she had used it. Good girl! "I dropped off to sleep and left the laptop on, and now it won't work." "No problem. I've got a spare battery in my bag over there. I'll just plug it in........ There, all ok again. Just tell me when you need a battery: I'll re-charge this one, but there's a couple more in that bag." Out of reach of the chain of course..... So it was another sixty-nine with the girl, several more climaxes, and then my load satisfactorily swallowed. .................................. This pleasant oral sex went on for three days, with the girl getting more and more passionate. Me too: those firm tits, and her rounded little bum so pert and firm, that and her full willing lips almost made me wish I could keep her. Nonsense idea, as more than a few weeks of confinement and she would either become deranged, or would sicken. Probably both. Any way, plenty more girls out there to train and sell! Finally the videos and stories worked their usual magic, transforming the lively but innocent girl into one at least curious about full-on sex, wondering if it was as good as those stories and those videos suggested. "When you took me, sir, I thought you were going to rape me. But you didn't." "I was tempted, Heather. You are so sexy and beautiful. You have a wonderful body and a perfect face: any man would want to fuck you...." "I try to keep fit, sir. But I'm too young for sex. Please don't: I think you want to be kind, so please don't" "I know you are fit. You must be doing press-ups and so on..." Of course, I knew she was. "And squats, running on the spot as well. But I wondered why..." She hesitated. "I wondered if you have decided not to rape me because your thing is too big for me as I'm only thirteen..." "No. It's not too big: trust me, I know it isn't: your vagina can stretch happily to much broader than my cock. I know because I have fucked girls your age and made them happy with it. You must wonder sometimes what it would be like?" "Sometimes. But I think it would hurt..." "It certainly wouldn't as there is no hymen to split: you must have lost it doing sports or with your hairbrush handle or fingers, my dear. When did you have your last period?" "It ended the day before..... the day before I came here." Now that was good news. She was nearly ready, at least curious and a bit randy, nervous of course. Probably not very bright I guessed. Lovely but thick. Some of my customers would like that! And for me there was no need to wait the full week for the contraceptive injection to work. "I'll clear away the breakfast and bring you a toy about the same size as a man's cock and you can practise, see if it's good. You'll like it I'm sure as it has a vibrator switch. Promise you'll tell me if it fits in you, and if it feels good." ..................................... I watched her on my cctv screen of course. I watched as she prised open those pretty hairless lips and rubbed the head of her new toy up and down again. then there was that charmingly innocent look of concentration, biting her lower lip as she gently eased it into her vagina, gradually and carefully pushing it in till only the ring at the end, the vibrator switch, was held between thumb and forefinger. Then gently out and in again. Relaxing visibly, she stretched her legs wider apart and soon was fucking herself enthusiastically while teasing first one rubbery little nipple then the other with her free hand. I marvelled again at the beauty of perky teenage breasts. She was beginning to look flushed..... and unsurprisingly my cock was stiff. If it were not against my safety rules I would have kept the tape of the moment she decided to turn on the vibrator, the look of amazement as it worked its magic deep within her young body, and then the excitement, beads of sweat on her forehead and upper lip as ramming it in and out faster and faster she came, body tensing and legs stretching, toes turned up. I could imagine her grunts.... I really must get sound on my camera I decided! Finally she pulled the vibrator from her cunt, switched it off, and licked it. I already knew she liked the taste of woman but this gesture was strangely erotic. I knew that today was the day for me to take the first of her two virginities, the female one. I sat back in my easy chair and remembered some of the other girls I had trained and sold to new masters. Early on in my business it had been mostly screams of distress, tears, sobbing pleas for mercy, and back then I had enjoyed the grief, using the girls' distress to drive on my own sexual desire. But nowadays I had learned that softly softly brought better results, and much much quicker. The idea was to produce a submissive sex-slave, one whose only real interest was in the sexual act, being caressed, kissed, fucked, spanked, being used now the very centre of her being: to be owned by a master her greatest ambition. My combination of depriving the trainee of any sensory or intellectual stimulus except that of my own body, her fingers, her dildo, and above all the porn videos and stories that were her only diversion from the bleak prison cell, that was the way to produce the item buyers would fight for in her auction, the beautiful teenage nymphomaniac slave..... There was no way, of course, that the necessary training in anal sex could be pain-free, nor that in passive S&M, but if the girl had been sufficiently groomed in oral and vaginal sex and emotionally fixated on myself then that could be achieved without too much drama. Was I getting soft as I aged, I wondered? No! It was just good business. The modern way of training a horse or a teenage girl..... ............................................... So in I go bearing her dinner tray: a plate with a well-done steak (I guessed she would want it well done as most children do) plenty of chips and peas, and another plate with strawberries and cream. Plus a full half pint of sweet Italian red, bubbly wine..... can't stand the stuff but children love it and it is strong enough to make them pleasantly giggly and compliant. She was sitting on her bed looking at her laptop: I guessed it was porn. I placed the tray on her table, walked over to the bed and stood looking at the video with her. It was a quite ordinary clip, one of dozens similar in the laptop's files, a middle-aged guy shagging a teenage girl..... nice long, brown hair and small tits. "Looks as if she's enjoying it, Heather." "Yes, She's not acting, like some of them. You can see her getting wetter and wetter.... almost squirting." "How did you get on with the vibrator?" "Great. I want to keep it!" "Well, You better eat your dinner. It'll get cold." "I'll keep this up me while I eat. It's fantastic!" She held the vibrator in place her hand immodestly rammed over her pussy to hold the buzzing dildo in as she sat down. At the table she started with the chips.... of course! "Hey, you trusted me with a knife?" "Ten feet apart and you on a chain, dear, but if you used it you'd never get out of here, and you know it. Anyway I don't think you want to. I'll be back to collect the washing up in a few minutes." ............................................ 'Horse Whisperer' time; the girl was ready, primed for proper sex. This was a key session in her grooming so I treated myself to a blue pill: needed stamina this afternoon. I watched as she wolfed the food down ..... the girl had developed an admirable appetite, and not only for food!... and then returned to the bed, dildo still up her coochy, picking up the video where she had left off. I slipped into my white silk dressing gown, bare-arsed naked beneath. It was tented in anticipation! Grabbed a bottle of baby oil, and into the room. She had left the steak knife on the table, but I cleared the debris, including that potential weapon, and put it across the room out of reach of the chain. Can't be too careful! I never saw you in anything like this...." She stroked the white satin as it flopped over my thigh. "You like, Heather?" "Mmmm. It's sexy! But it must be the video did this...." She giggled as she grasped my cock through the satin. "No, sweetie. It's these." I put my arm round her shoulder, hand on her breast gently squeezing the familiar firmness, feeling the rubbery nipple pressing into my palm. "And this!" My other arm round her waist, hand slipping down to find the cleft between those pert buttocks, seeking first the secret place of her anus, and then the focus for today, her plumping cunt lips. My finger slid between the outer lips and found warmth and wetness as I knew it would. That dildo, the porn movie, my hard cock, all had prepared her for the willing sacrifice of her virginity. How much better this grooming than a tearful, traumatised little girl..... "Cuddle...." She reciprocated, hugging me, and it was her lips that sought mine as still clutching my cock she kissed me. Two minutes of lips and tongues and then. "We're going to fuck aren't we? That's why you gave me the wine. I feel all woozy!" "But you're ready, Heather." I pulled the vibrator from her vagina, left it buzzing on the bed, and tested her warmth and tightness with my index finger. "Oh yes! You're ready, sweetie." "I want it too, Stephen." The first time she had used my name in all these days. Must surely signify something. "You have no hymen, Heather, so this will just be pleasure with no pain at all. Now let's slip this pillow under your bottom. Now open your legs. And if that is not the loveliest sight there is......" She smiled. She knew she was lovely! Knew and loved the effect her young body had on me.... I thought to myself how beautiful a teenage cunt could be when the fleece is shaved off, and hairless lips are plumped by desire, the glistening pearl of the clitoris peeping shyly out. I could so willingly have applied my lips to that succulence as on so many times recently, but today we moved onto adult sex: the girl was willing and eager, I was chemed up with viagra, the video was recording and the moment had to be grasped. I knelt between her legs, her pussy raised just enough for me to prise the lips open revealing the shocking pink inner cleft, wet and shining in the strong lamp light. I rubbed my cock-head up and down mixing my precum with her arousal. "Now, Stephen. I'm ready." How did she know my name... I must have been careless at some time, breaking all my rules. But this little girl was already half in love with me, and in any case would soon be far from any ability to communicate with UK authorities. In all probability they already knew there was a procurer calling himself Stephen. Forget it! And enjoy the moment. She gave a little gasp as my knob pushed into her vagina, and I felt the tightness of a teenage girl, never found in older, more experienced females. I was lucky in the perks of my chosen profession! Her hips rose as I moved so I lay atop her and thrust downwards, my knob pushing into and stretching her sheath. Yes, she had dildoed herself, but my knob was broader than her vibrator. (I chose the dildo with that in mind). As our pubes pressed together, my cock found the end of her vagina and just reached her cervix. She was long in there compared with some girls I had seduced, but just as hot, wet and tight as any of them. I held steady a moment or two so she could get used to the feeling: I blessed the absence of hymen: made the first insertion so much less traumatic, so much more delightful for her as well as me. "OK, Heather?" "Mmmmm. Feels ever-so full though. Nice!" I pulled slowly out as far as the rim of my knob and then slowly in again. A little gasp as my cock touched the cervix. But we were fucking now, her hips rising just slightly to meet my powerful down-thrusts. I propped myself on a elbow so I could fondle a perfect little breast with my free hand. Her eyes had been closed but she opened them and smiled as I did this: her arms had been life-less by her side but now they were round me, pulling me down onto her. I felt her legs around my back and guessed her ankles were locked. "Not too heavy?" "I want to feel your weight." I shifted an inch up her body, and now my cock was rubbing much closer to her clitoris with each thrust, my pubic bone actuallt hitting it. Another inch up her and with the pillow under her bum my shaft was raking down her clit every time. She was panting, and beginning to flush, eyes closed again. I could feel her cunt, wet and easy to fuck, but tighter even than before. Her nails dug into my shoulder muscles. She was close to cumming. So was I but I intended to control it: this was about her, not me, and about the training I was paid so generously to provide. She was on the edge and I brought her off with a dozen or so short, sharp, completely ruthless jabs each one smashing into her cervix. The little squeaks became a sort of moaning shriek, and then a series of grunts deep in her throat coincided with the spasms I could feel in her vagina, but also though her body as we fucked. I managed not to cum! As those spasms receded I returned to the long, slow, powerful sweeps. The effect was immediate. "Oh sweet..... Oh my god! God! I'm gonna cum again." "Nails painfully in my back: good, help me not to cum. Now short sharp jabs again and her body under me like a bucking horse, her vagina like a bucket of eels, milking, gripping, releasing. And the language! Appalling! I had never heard her swear, but this was something as she begged me to fuck her faster and harder. I did. And many more grunts and spasms. Again I managed to hold myself in. I raised up on an elbow and looked at her as I reverted to slow and steady: she had beads of sweat on her forehead and upper lip, biting her lower lips. I reached for a breast and tweaked the erect nipple. She opened her eyes, a sort of dazed look for a moment, and then that smile. "I never knew..... I never knew how good...." "Shh, sweetie. Here we go again!" This time I would let myself cum. She started to cum immediately I went to short jabs again, and I told her I was cumming. That triggered an almighty orgasm, rewarded by at least four spurts straight at her cervix, timed for four grunting spasms of her body. I collapsed on her. and we lay like that. Finally I rolled off and lay beside her, holding her head as I kissed her. "Best sex ever, Heather!" "I never guessed it could be that good, Stephen. Let's do it again," "I need a few minutes to re-charge, sweetie. Shower, and I'll show you a trick to get a man hard after he's cum!" ..................................... My box-of-tricks on the shelf beyond the reach of Heather's chain contained nestling under the strap-on, another dildo, and a couple of butt plugs, a new anal douche. All these were for the penultimate and ultimate stage of her sexual education, and the moment had come for the douche. Showering with her fit young self was as usual a great pleasure, running my soapy hands over breasts, bottom, and pussy, as well as her silky arms and legs. A pleasure. too. to feel her soft hands on my body, and especially making sure my cock and balls were particularly clean.... or at least that was her pretence! She watched in amazement as I filled the douche with warm water, inserted the nozzle in my bum, and squeezed it empty. "Five minutes, and then I'll be clean inside as well as out." I dumped the water and shitty stuff in the toilet bowl, flushed it, and soaped my arse again. "Mow, Heather, let me trim two finger nails. There. that's better. Now I want you to stick two fingers up my bum and feel inside, towards the front: should find a lumpy place.... Yes! That's it. ..... Now press on it, rub it, give it a little massage. Feel my cock as you do it...." "Cor! You're getting stiff again." "Yeah! Not many men know about that, and even fewer women. But now you do, Heather. Bed again! I want you kneeling this time. I'll do you like the doggies do!" ............................................. So many girls pass through my educational establishment that it is sometimes difficult to remember which one contributed when I gloat over my various off-shore bank account and even more difficult to recall individual stages in the development of one of my trainees. However, I can remember with clarity (and a stiffening cock!) kneeling behind Heather and spreading her lovely, heart-shaped bottom. opening the little hairless purse of her cunt lips, and forcing my knob into the tight passage of her vagina. Remember especially her turning her head to look at me, our eyes meeting, and that beautiful childish smile as I thrust till my thighs rested on her smooth flesh, my knob on her cervix. I reached beneath her with my left hand and started to rub her clitoris, while with my right I caressed a small, pert breast, drawing my fingers around it travelling from the base up to the tip to feel the urgent little erect nipple, and then again and again, one grope with each thrust. The combination of cock in tight cunt, fingers on clitoris and nipple, worked the miracle of orgasm and she was cumming.... how many times was that? three? four? Whatever, a big one, and the grunts and spasms enough to have made me cum if I were not controlling myself: this was about conditioning the girl as much as giving me pleasure. But just as her cunt was gripping, releasing, gripping, releasing my cock, milking it, I realised this was a golden opportunity to move Heather on to the next, last but one stage of her sexual education. Anal sex. And so I let myself cum, emptying my balls yet again into her eager little vagina. I pulled out, rolled off her, and pulled her sideways so we were laying side by side.... me still fondling her breasts, she now holding my limp, wet cock. "Still ok?" "Better than ok. You can do that any time you want. I never knew...." "You said that before, sweetie. You never knew how good it could be. Well if you want to do it again now you'll have to do something a bit special for me." "I'll do anything...." Over to my magic box again, and pulled out a second vibrator, a couple of butt plugs and the strap-on. "Right, Heather. First stick the vibrator up my arse and switch it on. Then fuck me with it till I'm hard yet again." I don't get fucked in the arse often enough nowadays. At the start of my career, when it I specialised in finding teenage boys, I often included "Top" among the skills I taught them before passing them on to my Boss for sale to his customers. I also had time for frolics with my gay or bisexual colleagues. Since I set up my own business, specialising in teenage and pre-teen girls I had been far too busy accumulating wealth, making hay while the sun shines, and devoting my sexual energy to grooming my (eventually nearly always willing) victims to find time for getting my arse filled with cock and cum. So this was really exciting: a nubile, and devastatingly pretty girl enthusiastically fucking my arse with a vibrator, and at the same time soaking up knowledge of anal sex in real time (as opposed to the fiction and videos scattered about on her lap-top files.) I was soon hard again. "Thanks, Heather: I'm ready for you again, sweetie. Now just stick one of those butt plugs up me. The big white one is best. And we'll fuck again, doggy=style." This time I spanked her. One slap with each thrust, left hand, right hand, left hand, right hand. At first little protests, shrieks of pain as my open palms on her silky buttocks slapping noises echoing round the room, but soon her bottom wriggling provocatively and her shouts off harder, faster, as my thighs crashed into her buttocks. She had to push back against me as each thrust and accompanying slap moved her an inch or two up the bed. She was gripping the metal bed-head with both hands, and any pleasure she was certainly feeling came from my cock in her vagina and not from her clitoris, which was untouched in this position. But she came, a great shuddering orgasm that I could feel in my cock, and hear as she gasped, panted, squealed, and swore using language I had not heard from her before. I had liberated something in her, destroyed some last inhibition so she could let it all well out in the heat of her repeated climax. Because as soon as her orgasm died away, another began. This was incredible in a girl who until a couple of hours before had never felt a cock in her cunt. I put it down to her physical fitness, plus probably good genes. It would be something to boast about to her potential buyers: I just hoped the cctv was getting it all on tape..... ..................................... It did, and the automatic zoom had picked up some close-ups too. Better still, as I sat in my armchair with a coffee and toast I could see her beginning to experiment with her own anus. As soon as I left the cell she was filling the anal douche and sticking it up her bottom, before unloading in the toilet bowl. She must have enjoyed that because she repeated the process before wiping her bum and retreating to the bed, where butt plugs, dildos and strap-on awaited her explorations. She stuck "her" dildo up her cunt, lounged back against a pillow, and with the laptop over those tanned thighs studied videos... by the time she spent looking for what she wanted I guessed she was either reading fiction involving buggery, or more likely looking for the video clips that included anal sex. Sure enough, the dildo still buzzing in her cootie she shifted the pal-top, bent her legs showing her anus straight at the camera, spread some oil on that cute little pink flower.... and gently inserted the anal dildo. With its narrower, but still realistic helmet it slipped quite easily in, and she allowed it to penetrate as far as the blunt end, which she turned so it too buzzed. Now she leaned back again and read.... or perhaps watched, while the two vibrators worked on her vagina and anus. It did not take long before she tipped the laptop sideways and went into orgasm. My camera zoomed in on her movement and I had a lovely sequence of her face screwed up with pleasure and her toes curling up as she climaxed. That would make some excellent stills for the auction prospectus. But she had not finished.... Probably in a further experiment she switched off the vaginal dildo and pulled it out, stretching those plump, pink lips as her cunt reluctantly let go. Now there was only the buzzing imitation cock in her bottom, and she fucked herself in and out, playing now with her nipples. She did this for about five minutes, but that must have been unsatisfactory, because she stuck "her" dildo up her cunt again and switched it on. Now she fingered her clitoris, her other hand on her tits, while both holes were stimulated. That worked.... a huge orgasm, legs twitching, bottom lip bitten, eyes closed, and then open again but glazed. This little girlie was hyper-sexual: a credit to my non-violent training methods. I was almost tempted to keep her, but the lure of what must be a million-dollar sale, surely, outweighed the demands of my cock... incredibly stiff yet again watching her antics. ................................ I left her to herself until supper time, when I again brought her a steak and chips plus a plate of strawberries and cream. Also it was time to get her into lingerie again for some more pics for the prospectus: I chose black, a skimpy little flimsy bra which decorated rather than supported those perky little tits: they needed no support, not to be honest any decoration though I knew some of the bidders would be lingerie fetishists as well as pedos. The panties were a bikini thong, quite a large triangular panel at the front, the silk so fine that her cunt-lips would show as ghosts behind it, and the back a mere strip of black silk lace parting the heart-shaped buttocks. Her garter-belt was more substantial, black embroidered silk with three suspender straps each side. The stockings expensive Italian fully-fashioned, black of course, and silky surfaced despite their lightness. Like retro silk stockings they were not of the stretch type, but those she needed to slide her little toes into with great care, and gently pull them up her calves and thighs, I helped her with the clasps. This little girl had strong appetites.... not just for sex but for food and wine too, as she sat there, a fetishist's wet-dream, wolfing down her steak, her desert, the half bottle of wine I allowed her. And then on the bed again together, she in her lingerie, me in my white silk dressing gown. "I've been trying out the bottom stuff. Feel. I've still got a butt plug in. The little red one, not the big one you like. But then my hole must be smaller than yours." "But still much bigger than that dildo, sweetie. Think about the biggest log you ever shat...." She giggled. "I see what you mean. Anyway I like the full feeling. Though it's not like you. I don't cum just with it up my bottom, not like you. But if I have one in my pussy as well, then that's nice." "No! Girls don't have that lump you found up me: that's called the prostate, and only men have it. That's why most men like being fucked in the arse once they try it." "Doesn't seem very fair, I mean for girls. Still it's ok and I think we should try it, I mean fucking me in my bottom. There's some videos on the lap-top: one is a girl screaming in pain, but she looks as if she's ever-so young... real flat chest. The others seem to like it, especially if they rub their clitties too." "You sure, sweetie? I mean I'd love to fuck your bottom, but only if you're sure." "I want to try everything there is! And I'm ok with the dildo, and the butt plug's been up there for hours. Let's! Do I kneel down?" "Can do it on your back too, but probably best kneeling, and with a dildo up your vagina as well. Can you hold it there while we fuck?" "Easy. No hands!" I believed her knowing how that vagina could grip! The butt plug. Too, was held by powerful teenage muscles but I managed to pull it out.... it came out clean luckily. And it left her hole if not exactly gaping, at least relaxed and not tightly closed. I just could not resist it and leaned forward grasping a buttock in each hand to rim it with it pointed tongue, scenting the odour of fresh-penetrated rectum, always a delight to me. So I snuffled, licked and slobbered joyfully while she wriggled and squeaked with pleasure. All the while that dildo, completely hidden up her vagina, buzzed, muffled by her closed pussy lips. "Please! I'm ready. I know I am...." I promised myself that no matter what I would persist, even if it meant holding down a screaming, writhing, tearful little girl. In the even there was no such. My cock-head was not much broader than the butt plug she had worn most of the day, and popped easily in with just a little squeal from Heather. I did not pause at all having won the crucial first inch and gently but firmly eased my full length up her: no cervix of course to stop it, nothing at all in the way till my hairy thighs tickled her smooth buttocks. Then I paused. "I'm completely in, sweetie, and it's the nicest, tightest bottom I've ever had the pleasure of filling. Is it ok?" "Doesn't hurt. Feels odd. Very full! The dildo up my cunt is nice. It's ok to fuck now..... why not spank me like you did last time.?" "Not a request a gentleman would refuse a young lady. It will be my pleasure to fuck you and spank you while the dildo works its magic." So there we were, the beast with two backs as Shakespeare called it somewhere. For me the pleasure was doubled by the knowledge that the penultimate lesson had been taught and learned with her happy acceptance of anal sex, and the ultimate task, teaching her to like sbmission and pain mixed in with her sexual pleasure, was well on the way to being confirmed. The only danger was that I would cum before she had her orgasms.... ideally three or four, spanked and buggered. I wanted to fix in her mind the supreme importance of sex in all its varieties, all the permutations. Yes, some would have to wait for her next owner: no chance of lesbian sex just yet, or interesting group action. But I was confident she would now embrace all the little variations with the same enthusiasm as she had followed my curriculum. ......................................... The next few days sped fast so rapidly, a whirlwind of pleasure for me: no further planning or scheming needed. A happy, willing girl, a delight. A few snap-shot memories of that happy week remain with me: Heather in gold satin lingerie with a strap on gleefully fucking me in the arse as a prelude to giving me her anus to kiss, finger, and fuck, finally cumming and them rimming her again to felch up my own semen mixed with the lubrication of her rectum. Heather, in black lace bra and open-crotch panties, tied to the bed belly down to be spanked and then fondled, spanked again and fucked. Heather naked except for garter-belt, stockings and high heels arms stretched up to the ceiling hook, legs wide stretched apart with a chrome-plated bar fixed to velcro ankle-cuffs, being whipped with my cat-o-nine tails, and loving it. And lots and lots of plain sex, oral, vaginal, anal, fuelled in my case by viagra and in hers by her adolescent excitement. At the end of a joyful week I broke the news to her that now I had taught her everything I knew it was time for her to move on. Obviously she could not just return to the leafy suburbs I had taken her from. and in any case she did not want to: what she wanted was sex, and more sex. So Heather herself helped me finalise the auction prospectus, giggling and enjoying the memories that each of the chosen still photos and even wrote some of the paragraphs attached to each picture. The auction was set for 21:00 GMT on a Saturday evening, with seven bidders registered (at a cost of £10K each to sort out any chancers). Heather approved of all except one of them who seemed too old and decrepit. The others were rich, successful and personable. We both followed the auction on the Dark Web, which lasted just the allocated twenty minutesj and Heather was really excited by the prospect of belonging to His Highness Prince Jamaalaani. Delivery was set for the next day. Heather was told she would have to be smuggled out: dressed in her school uniform as that was what His Highness had specified. He fancied seeing, owning an English rose in her school uniform.(She giggled when I got a hard on dressing her, calling me an old perv! Said I was like those guys who ogled her in the park). sSe would have to be asleep through the journey, so she could be well well hidden, smuggled out of the country. So she would go to sleep in her cell, and wake up in a Palace.... I gave her the sleeping pill, then fitted a cannula to her wrist so I could top up the potion during the flight, then loaded her into the crate already in my van, shutting the doors and driving the van the twenty or so miles to the little private airport where I stored my jet. There I screwed the lid on the crate, making sure the breathing holes were clear and could not be blocked. The cargo manifest was "Books, Religious. Charitable Gifts." And the flight plan was genuine UK-Gulf. There were no customs or any other officials that day and two burly workers helped me load the coffin-sized crate of "books". Four hours later I was cleared to land and instructed to taxi direct into a hangar where the doors closed behind me. I had injected twice into the cannula and she was still sleeping quietly when I screwed the lid again in case there were prying eyes. In the event that had not been necessary as a stretch limo was waiting in the hangar, and an ambulance. The greeting party consisted of His Highness, two pretty young concubines from his harem, a nurse, and two drivers in military uniform. The soldiers unloaded the crate, unscrewed the lid, and opened it for His Highness to inspect his latest acquisition, laying there serene and lovely in her school blazer and skirt. The prince leaned over the box and felt her breasts, through the white cotton shirt, then lifted her skirt to see tanned, shapely legs, and school cotton knickers pulled tight enough to give a pretty little camel toe. "Delicious! As usual you have produced fine merchandise. The agreed sum (which was 1.4 million UK£s by the way) will be transferred this afternoon to the account you nominate. In the meantime you will need to rest before returning to the UK, and perhaps you would be my guest tonight. May I offer you a companion to warm your bed.... a girl perhaps, or a boy? I would much appreciate that, Your Highness, and a boy would be pleasant company. Serge is blonde and sixteen: fit and muscular. Or Ali is of our nation, slender and something feminine about him. twelve years old and very cheerful and submissive. I chose Ali: it would be a pleasant change to suck and fuck a boy again: there had been so few since I started my own business! "Can you wake her up?" I handed the phial to the nurse and pointed to the cannula. Heather opened her eyes immediately and the first thing she saw was her new master, a tall, dignified figure in white robes, eagle-sharp features and eyes, and clearly fit, muscular. She sat up and murmured "Oh yes! Oh yes!" The Prince was obviously delighted at her evident admiration. He turned to the two pretty girls and the nurse. Take her and prepare her. Bring her to me at ten this evening. We will make such pleasure the two of us, Heather!" That's all for now.