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WARNING: This story is only for people interested in sexual arousal. (i.e.
no vice squads, district attorneys, F.B.I., Interpol, dildopol, C.I.A., or
Canadian Mounties. You may proceed to the Justice Department public
service page.
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The Justice Department protects our national heritage from the
scourge of foreign invidiousness and domestic criminality, equally. The
Justice Department mission is a tri-partite one, consisting of
coordination between national, state, and local agencies. In addition to
this tricameral arrangement, Justice Department officials are trained to
work with overseas personnel in threat assessment, threat management,
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SUPREME COURT.
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appointee of the PRESIDENT OF THE UNITED STATES with the cooperation
and advisement of the Congress. His functions include presidential
briefings, departmental oversight, departmental coordination and junk like
that.
AuthorÕs Note:
People sometimes wonder how I do the research necessary to write
my stories. Do I have a free pass to the Playboy Mansion? Do I get to push
around Larry FlintÕs wheel chair? Am I a literate seventh grader?
Actually, I look at magazines. Here are my resources for some of my
latest stories:
1. The Economist magazine, November 17, 2001, pg. 38. Here we see
a beautiful Brazilian girl, about 13-years-old, with her mouth wide and
screaming. Is she about to suck cock? Is she having her pussy eaten? Is
something being shoved up her ass? (Well, all three, depending on which
chapter of which story of mine youÕre reading!) In fact, sheÕs cheering her
favorite soccer team, but you would hardly know it with the EconomistÕs
caption under her photo, which reads, Òmore agony than ecstasy.Ó Veteran
readers of the Economist will know that it is a delightful source of
photographs of all sorts, not least of beautiful young girls! (And little
girls too!)
2. A page from a 15-year-old American Express catalog. It pictures
a 9-year-old girl in pajamas with her hair pinned up like some junior ÒI
Dream of JeanieÓ. SheÕs seen from the side as she decorates a Christmas
tree. The purpose of the ad is to sell watches, but I swear, this is the
best Christmas photo IÕve ever seen, except for some nude Jenny McCarthy
Playboy photos in November 1994.
3. Since the 9-year-old in the American Express ad has her pajama
bottoms on, I make up for this unfortunate fact with an old Penthouse
Variations photo, featuring a bare-bottomed woman eating out another
female. Unfortunately her ass crack is cut off, alas! (Maybe there was
something coming out of it?)
4. A photo from an old Centurians catalog. The caption above the
photo reads ÒJapanese BondageÓ. It shows a young girl with a beautiful
face. She has marvelous big tits but they are obscenely distorted by ropes
wrapped tightly around the upper halves of her breasts, making her tits
look like squeezed milk jugs. Just in case sheÕs thinking of getting free,
her arms are bound behind her back. But, lest this prove too comfortable,
another rope runs between her legs, where it rubs against her cunt.
Usually Centurians just has tiny photos in their catalogs but I guess
this month they were feeling generous because the photo of this girl is
large. The best thing about this photo is that the girl isnÕt some slut. She
looks like a very well brought up Victorian schoolgirl who unfortunately
ran into the Marquis de Sade.
5. Just to keep things cooking, I have two photos of the same girl
torn from two different issues of Penthouse Variations. The girl is ready
for torture, as she is tied spread eagle to a bed. But her bonds are velvet
ropes, with tassels, and the bed is sumptuous, consisting of a series of
padded squares. SheÕs even been adorned with a tiny gold wrist bracelet.
Obviously her master loves her, even if heÕs going to make her scream.
Andrew Roller Presents
NAUGHTY NAKED DREAMGIRLS
in
Night Games
Chapter Twelve
Cindy knelt on the floor, coloring in a book. It was a book about
Lousy Mousy, and Alicia, her dear sweet mother, had bought it for her
earlier in the day when they went out shopping together. CindyÕs mother
was liberal in her views and she allowed her young daughter to run around
their house naked. But soon Daddy would be home, and he was not so open-
minded. In fact, he was quite strict.
Alicia looked over at CindyÕs round upturned behind as she knelt on
the floor. It was such a precious looking pose, one the little girl had no
doubt adopted unconsciously, for she was only just starting kindergarten
and what could such a young child know about sex?
ÒHoney, daddy will be home soon,Ó Alicia told her five-year-old
daughter.
ÒOkay, mommie,Ó Cindy answered. She colored for another five
minutes and then, after being reminded of her fatherÕs imminent arrival a
second time, she showed her mother the colored-in picture of Mousy Lousy.
He was hitting Bud Bear on the ass. ÒLook, mommie!Ó Cindy told her
mother.
ÒOh, what a pretty picture!Ó Alicia gasped, though the picture was
mostly scribbles. Cindy had some more coloring to do before she learned
to stay within the lines. ÒBut daddy will be home soon, dear,Ó Alicia
repeated to her daughter. ÒHe mustnÕt find you still running around. Daddy
and Mommy want to have some private time together.Ó
ÒOh, mommie! Do you mean I have to take a bath and go to bed?Ó
Cindy whined.
ÒThatÕs exactly what I mean, dear,Ó Alicia told her daughter. ÒRun
upstairs and start your bath. DonÕt make me do it.Ó She put out her hands
and drew the girl in closer to herself. She was sitting in the kitchen
chair, and, unlike her daughter, she was not naked. She was wearing a
baby doll nightie, and only someone as young and innocent as Cindy would
fail to guess what Daddy and MommieÕs planned private time was to
consist of. ÒMy, youÕre such a growing girl!Ó Alicia said to the 13-year-
old. ÒYour kindergarten teacher is going to be amazed when she sees how
big your breasts are.Ó Cindy looked down at herself. Still holding her
coloring book with one hand, she put her other hand, in which she held a
crayon, to her lips. She sucked on the crayon a little and then said,
ÒI hope the other kids donÕt tease me.Ó
ÒIÕm sure they wonÕt,Ó Alicia told her daughter. Suddenly Ben walked
into the room. Cindy whirled about, fear on her face.
ÒDaddy! I didnÕt know you were home!Ó Ben, who had been home all
along, answered,
ÒI came in the back door. You left your tricycle in the driveway.Ó
ÒOh, no!Ó Cindy cried.
ÒI hit it again. Now IÕve put it away for you,Ó Ben told Cindy. At the
same time as he was reporting this bad news, he began unbuckling his belt.
ÒNO! Daddy, donÕt beat me!Ó Cindy cried. She pressed herself into
her motherÕs arms.
ÒCindy, that was very bad,Ó Alicia told her daughter. A tear
appeared in CindyÕs right eye and she gasped as Ben strode up to her. But
he did not grab her, not just yet. He had a daughter to raise, and he wanted
to make sure she was in bed and up in the morning so she could get good
marks in kindergarten. Lovingly Alicia embraced her daughter, who
clutched at her tits through her nightie like a baby needing to be fed.
ÒTake her upstairs and see that she bathes and gets into bed,Ó Ben
told his wife. ÒIÕll be up later to deliver her punishment.Ó
ÒOh, daddy! Please donÕt!Ó Cindy cried.
ÒTwelve strokes of the belt, little girl,Ó Ben told Cindy. ÒAnd if you
play in the tub like you did last night, IÕll raise it to twenty.Ó Cindy leapt
out of her motherÕs arms. She ran for the stairs. As Ben watched her
little legs flee, and the pumping cheeks of her endlessly darling ass, she
cried, ÒIÕm taking my bath right now, daddy! You donÕt have to spank me!
IÕll be in bed in five minutes!Ó
Ben and Alicia were embracing on the sofa when Cindy came
downstairs. She was as naked as ever, her PJÕs nowhere to be seen, and
her hair as dry as ever, though sheÕd masturbated for ten minutes sitting
on the toilet while letting the bath water run into an empty tub. In her
right hand, which was wet from her pussy, she held an erotic novel.
ÒMommie, I canÕt sleep,Ó she whined. ÒWould you read me a story?Ó
Alicia, who had finally been getting the attention her pussy was
craving, after being brought so close to the brink by CindyÕs tongue at the
party, looked up with honest anguish at the young girl.
ÒCindy! Ben and I were having our private time together,Ó Alicia told
the little girl.
ÒBut I want a story!Ó Cindy insisted. Ben looked at his wife. The
present she had bought for him was proving to be wonderful. She was even
playing along with his secret fantasy of having a daughter, and belting her.
ÒYou certainly are a demanding daughter,Ó Ben said sternly to Cindy,
secretly grateful that she was giving him every opportunity to punish her
darling behind. It seemed made for discipline, the young cheeks arching
out saucily, the line between them tight with promise, the hole within
reputedly deflowered but obviously in need of much more. And to top it
off, the girl was a virgin! ÒDid you take your bath?Ó Ben asked Cindy.
ÒYes,Ó Cindy told him. The man stood up. The girl flinched as he
came up to her. He took a handful of her lustrous blonde hair.
ÒYou either did a very good job of drying your hair, or you didnÕt take
a bath,Ó Ben told Cindy. He turned to his wife. ÒTake her upstairs,Ó he
told Alicia. The young woman got up. Cindy smiled awkwardly, had she
fooled her parents?
ÒI donÕt need a bath mommie I already took one,Ó Cindy told Alicia.
ÒUpstairs, little one,Ó Alicia answered in a no-nonsense voice.
Cindy dropped her book and went scurrying back toward the stairs. Ben sat
back down on the sofa, and when the two women were out of sight he
yanked out his dick and desperately rubbed it.
ÒBend over more. I have to powder your bottom,Ó Alicia told Cindy.
The girl had not bathed but in the story they were creating for themselves
she now had, and it was time for a treat Cindy had not been expecting.
Hunched on a table specially-built for the purpose, she looked back at her
ass and watched with wide-eyed wonder as her ÒmotherÓ sprinkled baby
powder on it.
ÒWhatÕs that for?Ó Cindy asked her mother.
ÒItÕs so you donÕt get diaper rash, honey,Ó Alicia told her. Cindy
looked alarmed, and it was real, not faked.
ÒDiapers? IÕm not a baby!Ó she cried.
ÒYou never know when you might wet the bed,Ó Alicia told her
daughter. She had every intention of diapering the 13-year-old but just
then Ben put his head in the door.
ÒHas she had her bath?Ó he asked his wife.
ÒYes,Ó Alicia answered, though she and Cindy had only left the living
room two minutes ago.
ÒGood,Ó Ben said. ÒShe gets dirty playing naked around the house all
day.Ó
ÒShe just refuses to wear clothes,Ó Alicia said. She shook her head.
ÒNow she wonÕt wear her diapers.Ó
ÒWhat?Ó Ben roared. ÒSheÕll wet the new mattress we bought for
her.
ÒI know,Ó Alicia said.
ÒI wonÕt wet the bed,Ó Cindy said, wondering if her hosts really did
think she was still too young to control her bladder when she slept.
ÒIÕll be downstairs if she needs any discipline,Ó Ben told her wife.
And then added, ÒIn addition to what sheÕs already getting, of course.Ó
ÒAlright, dear,Ó Alicia said.
ÒI donÕt need any displeen,Ó Cindy said, mangling the word. Alicia
rubbed the baby powder into the girlÕs bottom. It was soft as silk, and
deliciously white. Her husbandÕs belt would make lovely red marks on
such rich young flesh.
ÒIÕm going to read you a story now,Ó Alicia told Cindy.
ÒGoodie!Ó Cindy cried.
ÒGet down off the table,Ó Alicia said, and Cindy obeyed, hopping
down, her lovely 12-year-old tits bouncing with unabashed delight. The
story proved to be an erotic novel as as Cindy sat on her motherÕs lap, in a
chair in her room that was decorated with teddy bears on the walls, she
secretly diddled herself with her finger between her naked thighs. Finally
her mother caught on, despite the fact that her daughter was innocently
sucking her thumb, and she said,
ÒHoney, are you playing with yourself? You know I told you to keep
your fingers out of your pussy.Ó
ÒIÕm not, mommie,Ó Cindy lied, and kept right on diddling herself.
ÒYes you are, dear,Ó Alicia said, looking down at her daughterÕs hand.
She reached down and plucked CindyÕs fingers from her dell. She put the
little girlÕs hand to her own crotch. ÒThere. ThatÕs better. Play with your
fingers there, honey.Ó
ÒAlright, mommie,Ó Cindy said, and soon the woman, who was only
20 but felt suddenly, on this night, maternally older, was gasping.
ÒIs something going on in here?Ó Ben, who was in fact rubbing his
cock as he spoke, asked, appearing suddenly in the doorway.
ÒNo daddy,Ó Cindy lied. Alicia, gasping, motioned for her husband to
come into the room. When he had, coming up to his wife and the daughter
who sat poised in her lap, Alicia, in whose dell Cindy was still playing,
told her daughter,
ÒDaddy has something for you.Ó
ÒWhatÕs that?Ó Ben asked, reaching for his belt again. But before
Cindy could leap out of her motherÕs lap Alicia said,
ÒA lollipop.Ó It did not take Ben even a second to realize what part
of himself got to play the role of the lollipop. He presented his cock to
Cindy, who drew back from it a little uncertainly, and not entirely from
play acting. It was an excellent cock, but the man was so much older than
her! But he stuck it out at her all the more urgently and so in a quiet voice
Cindy finally said,
ÒThank you, daddy.Ó
ÒArenÕt you going to lick it?Ó Ben asked, after the girl remained
chastely in her motherÕs lap, sinning only with her fingers.
ÒI think IÕll save it for later,Ó Cindy told Ben.
ÒWhen I buy you something, little girl, I expect you to eat it,Ó Ben
said with a sudden desperate urgency that was not play-acting at all.
ÒBut daddy, candyÕs bad for me!Ó Cindy said.
ÒStick the fucking thing in your mouth!Ó Ben cried suddenly, for it
was agonizing to have the 12-year-oldÕs pretty lips so close and his wife
willing to see him pleasured, only to have the damn minx resist.
ÒOh, God!Ó Cindy gasped. She opened her mouth. She had to open it
very wide, for he was enormous. Or at least, if he wasnÕt super big, she
was going to pretend he was. ÒI think youÕre too big for me, daddy,Ó Cindy
said. She drew back. Then, fearing that Ben really was going to take to
her with the belt, she popped him in her mouth.
ÒSuck! DonÕt just tease me with your lips,Ó Ben told the child. Cindy
began sucking. At the same time she kept her fingers in AliciaÕs slit; it
was a decidedly more agreeable task than sucking this big pervertÕs penis!
When she had sucked him for about thirty seconds she took her mouth off
him.
ÒIÕve had enough,Ó she told Ben. But it was the man who had had
enough. He grabbed the back of the 12-year-oldÕs head and, as she let out
a yell, he forced his cock back into her mouth. She choked, she resisted
him, but he was too strong for her and he kept her mouth on his penis even
when she tried to threaten him with being bitten. Finally she
accommodated herself to him and she sucked him until he was groaning on
the brink of release. Then it was AliciaÕs turn to interrupt things, for she
didnÕt want her husbandÕs wonderful erection to be wasted in this little
trampÕs mouth. She pulled Alicia back by her forehead, producing a Òpop!Ó
as the suction of the girlÕs mouth suddenly broke from her husbandÕs cock.
ÒThere. YouÕve had enough, darling. You know mommie told you not
to eat candy before bedtime,Ó Alicia told the girl.
ÒDaddy made me!Ó Cindy cried.
ÒHe only made you because you run around naked all day,Ó Alicia told
her daughter. She told Cindy to get out of her lap. When the girl had, she
gave her a slap on her ass.
ÒOW!Ó Cindy cried.
ÒGet in bed, dear,Ó Alicia told her daughter. ÒYou canÕt stay up any
longer. Mommie and daddy want to go to bed now.Ó So Cindy traipsed off
to her bedroom. But she was not quite so innocent as she pretended, for
although she left her motherÕs side rubbing her ass, with her finger in her
mouth, by the time she got to the hallway outside her hand on her bottom
had moved to her pussy.
Later, just as Ben was fucking his wife in the master bedroom next
door, Cindy walked in.
ÒMommie? Daddy?Ó the girl called out in the semi-dark room. A
lamp glowing on a night stand in the corner revealed that the girl now had
both her hands on her pussy or, rather, in it, her fingers diddling away as
she spoke. ÒIÕm scared,Ó Cindy said. ÒThereÕs monsters under my bed. Can
I with you?Ó
ÒDammit!Ó Ben swore. But he was not in fact at all displeased, as
the gorgeous little 12-year-old climbed into bed beside him. For he had a
plan, which he had shared with his wife while the girl was out of the
room. Cindy did not stay on BenÕs left side, where she had entered the bed.
Provocatively, her little bottom high in the air, she climbed over BenÕs
erection and snuggled down between himself and his wife. She was about
to lie on her back, her eyes aglow at the obvious mischief of interrupting
two people in bed and then getting between them, when Ben said gruffly,
ÒTurn over.Ó For a moment Cindy thought Ben was talking to his wife.
Then she realized he was looking at her and she shivered. ÒYes, you,Ó Ben
said. The little girl put a finger in her mouth, her other hand now finding
her pussy again, and said, ÒWhy?Ó
ÒBecause I have a treat for you,Ó Ben said. He rolled on his side as
he spoke. He opened a the top drawer in a nightstand beside the bed.
ÒWha-?Ó Cindy asked. Her finger mangled the word. BenÕs wife
giggled. Suddenly Cindy saw what Ben was taking from the drawer. It
came as an authentic shock to her, and her bottom, which neither person
beside her could see, tightened so quickly and reflexively that both
husband and wife sensed it. For the ÒtreatÓ in BenÕs hand was a butt plug.
ÒRoll over,Ó Ben told Cindy in a no-nonsense voice. ÒIÕm going to put
this in your little schoolgirl ass.Ó
ÒNO!Ó Cindy cried. But the look on BenÕs face had such severity to it
that the girl quickly flipped on her belly. Her bottom still tense, she
looked at the thing in BenÕs hand, a finger still in her mouth, her other
hand rubbing more furiously than ever in her pussy. As if the butt plug
was not a fearsome enough sight, for it was unpleasantly wide looking and
dauntingly long, at least for a little girl, BenÕs cock, which had been
interrupted mid-coitus, was sticking up from his loins, tremendously red
and throbbing, a thermometer looking for the nearest rectum. Which
happened, of course, not to be his wifeÕs but little CindyÕs!
ÒMen talk,Ó Ben told the girl. ÒYou have had two penises up you now,
both in back, and the men involved have spoken to me and they say youÕre
much too tight.Ó
ÒNoooo,Ó Cindy gasped, her finger blocking the gasping rush of air
that now escaped her wondrous, disbelieving lips.
ÒYes,Ó Ben said. ÒIn fact they said that you were so tight that you
were not really enjoyable. The purpose of a female is to provide pleasure
to the male, but you obviously are not because youÕre much too hard to get
into. So we have this plug,Ó Ben said. ÒYou will wear it in bed here with
my wife and I. We will supervise your anal training.Ó Cindy trembled, her
face turning white, her ass clenched more tightly than ever now. Suddenly
she was no longer role-playing. She was no longer a little six-year-old in
bed with her parents. She was 12 again, and with strangers to boot, and
with a man she barely knew lying beside her, a potent erection between
his legs and a butt plug in his hand. He intended, as Cindy saw in his eyes,
to use both. And he, a man of nearly 50 and used to power, was not to be
denied.
ÒNOOO-OOO-OOO!Ó Cindy cried out, when she realized it wasnÕt a
game anymore and saw BenÕs wife, instead of helping her out of this jam,
pull from under her pillow a bottle of lubricant.
ÒStraight up!Ó Ben crowed. Alicia took the plug out of her husbandÕs
hands. With Cindy quivering beside her, now moaning slightly as she
watched, Alicia calmly greased the plug.
ÒSpread your legs,Ó Alicia said to the 12-year-old when the plug
was gleaming. Cindy obeyed. But both her hands suddenly flew to her
bottom.
ÒDonÕt make me belt you before itÕs put in,Ó Ben said to Cindy,
seemingly concerned that she not suffer too much. He reached down and
prised her hands from her ass. Gently, but firmly. He held her hands aloft
and left it to his wife to insert the thing.
ÒOooh!Ó Cindy gasped, as the plug nosed against her ass crack.
ÒThis is going to hurt,Ó Alicia told the girl.
ÒYEEEK!Ó Cindy shouted, when she felt the tip of the plug find her
rosette.
ÒThere is no easy way to do this dear. You are just going to have to
take it,Ó Alicia said to Cindy.
ÒI canÕt!Ó Cindy cried. Something about the nonliving implacability
of the plug terrified her. She twisted, but Ben ordered her to remain flat
on the bed. Alicia looked at Ben.
ÒI think we should,Ó Alicia said to her husband.
ÒReally?Ó Ben asked.
ÒYes,Ó Alicia said. For some reason Cindy interpreted this exchange
as meaning they would not go ahead, and she let out a big sigh of relief.
ÒThank you,Ó Cindy sighed. But the next moment she let out a
startled scream for now Alicia was taking something from the nightstand
on her side of the bed, and it was much worse than the plug in her hand. It
was a needle!
ÒIÕm going to inject your bottom with a shot of novocaine,Ó Alicia
said to Cindy. She drew, along with the needle, a gauze pad and bottle of
alcohol out of the nightstand. As Cindy watched and quivered, Ben still
holding her down, one of his hands now pressed flat in the small of her
back, Alicia dampened the gauze pad with alcohol. Then she caressed the
pad across a small spot on the apex of CindyÕs bottom.
ÒDonÕt worry. The needleÕs not going up your ass, just into the cheek
here,Ó Alicia said. Cindy bit her lip. She felt the coolness of the alcohol,
soon to be replaced by the sting of the needle! She held her breath.
ÒMasturbate,Ó Alicia told the girl, whose left hand, no longer held by Ben,
was already sliding down the bedsheet. ÒIf you diddle your slit while I
stick in the needle, you might feel it less.Ó
ÒÔKay,Ó Cindy said, her voice almost babyish with fear now as she
watched the syringe glide down toward her bottom.
ÒGod, this is a turn on!Ó Ben cried. Suddenly he let go of CindyÕs
remaining arm, and with only his hand against her back, not really holding
her down anymore by force but simply by persuasion, he put his left hand
on his dick and began rubbing it hard. His cockhead was pointed right at
the summit of CindyÕs other bottomcheek.
The needle pricked CindyÕs ass. The girl screamed.
ÒDonÕt move,Ó Alicia warned the girl. ÒI donÕt want you to bleed.Ó
She pressed the end of the syringe home, driving in the needle, pushing in
the novocaine. But the acute sting would not be lessened by the pain-
killer. Nothing could stop the feel of the needle going into CindyÕs little
bottom. The girl yelled at the top of her lungs, more from fright than from
any great pain in her ass. Yet she could feel the medicine going in, and it
was cold comfort, for it, though perhaps dulling the feel of the plug, would
not save her ass from the stretching that was intended.
ÒYou will be only slightly damaged,Ó Alicia said, still holding the
needle in CindyÕs ass. ÒA bit looser, perhaps, than other girls your age.
Such a darling bottom must not be allowed to go unused any longer. It is
well to put it to work in the fields of love. You will make an excellent
beast of burden for the male penis.Ó
ÒReally, dear, she is hardly a beast,Ó Ben said. He stroked CindyÕs
back with one hand and his cock with the other, as his wife extracted the
needle. Cindy let out a giant, plaintive sigh when she felt the needle
withdraw.
ÒNow for the plug,Ó Alicia said.
ÒWait! It hasnÕt taken effect yet!Ó Cindy cried, meaning, of course,
the pain-killer. Alicia laughed.
ÒYou think that was for you, dear?Ó Alicia said. ÒWhy you little tart,
that was for my husband. He loved seeing it. DidnÕt you, dear?Ó
ÒYes,Ó Ben said, now beginning to huff as he approached the brink of
release. Suddenly and without waiting Alicia jammed the dildo down
between the cheeks of CindyÕs ass. She did not stop when she hit the anus.
She kept right on pushing, intend to cause the girl as much pain as
possible. All for her husbandÕs pleasure! Poor Cindy, who had been
momentarily relaxed by the withdrawal of the needle, did not have time to
tense her anal ring to stop the entry of the plug. It went in, with
difficulty but propelled by such determined pressure that it could not
stop. The result was painful, and as Cindy cried out in distress Ben
ejaculated on her ass.
ÒYOOOOOOK!Ó Cindy cried, pinned right through her guts by the thick,
heavy plug. Alicia showed her no mercy. She took a breath and shoved
again, hard, driving the thing in so deep that the end of it, which was a
broad flat circle, wedged deep in CindyÕs ass crack. Immediately Cindy
broke into tears. Only now, with the plug fully inside her, did Alicia show
any compassion for her. She reached up and stroked the girlÕs long hair,
smoothing it where it fell, slightly tangled from her squirming, down
along her back.
ÒThere, there,Ó Alicia said. ÒI know it hurts, dear. We will do this
every night for a week and then you will be properly prepared.Ó
Unfortunately the did not have a week and so they repeated it twice more
that night and again in the morning, and by noon CindyÕs bottom felt like a
pincushion.
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