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 ________________________________ This is a story about a sexual FANTASY
written for consenting adults.  If you're not both of those, don't read it.
Characters in a FANTASY don't get sick or die unless I want them to.  In
real life, people who don't use condoms and other safe-sex techniques do
get sick and die.  You don't live in a FANTASY so be safe.  The fictional
characters in my stories are trained and experienced in acts of FANTASY -
don't try to do what they do - someone could get hurt.

   If you think you know somebody who resembles any of the characters here,
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   ________ I am 28 years old and about to go through another major change
in my life.  This seems a good time to put down in writing the things that
have brought me to this juncture.  Don't misunderstand; I'm neither trying
to justify my life nor seek understanding or forgiveness.  My life is as it
is, and this I can say, that most can't: My life has counted for something
in the lives of others.

   My main reason for writing this is to organize my own mind, to map out
the path that has brought me here, so that as I go forward, I do so with
clarity, without confusion or doubt.

   Most of this is interpreted from entries in a series of diaries that I
kept over the years.  Some is from memory.  I think most could have been
done from memory, as it is crystal clear in my mind and in my heart.  It
begins in Bangkok, 16 years ago...

   _________ My mother had spent her last few Baht to buy me the dress.  It
was the loveliest dress I had ever owned, and, ungrateful daughter that I
was, I was staining it with my tears.  I tried, but I could not stop!  I
knew she had no choice.  I knew my brother and sisters would starve if she
couldn't get a good price for me.

   But oh, the shame!  The anguish I felt, knowing I would never see my
family again!  I had only a vague idea of what sex was, but I knew I didn't
want to do it with strangers.  This fat, sweaty man had a lot of pretty
girls at his clubs in Patpong, and all of them had sex with strangers for
money.

   My mother was haggling with him, and I listened only half-heartedly, too
absorbed in my grief.  The price he offered was good - apparently the
younger the girl, the better the strangers liked it.  Mother, though, had
spent most of her life haggling with vendors in the market, and she would
squeeze everything out of him that she could.

   She told him how I could speak English, and would attract a lot of
Americans.  She pointed out my long silky hair and beautiful face.  She
conjured up pictures of the riches a lovely twelve year old virgin would
bring him, if he only marketed me properly.  She even raised the skirt of
the dress to show him my hairless little girl cleft!  In the end, he
offered almost half again as much.

   Mother was still trying to think of ways to raise the price, when an
American voice interrupted.

   "I'll double his offer!"

   All of us turned, shocked at the intrusion.  Few Americans dared to come
into this part of town, and NO ONE ever horned in on the greasy man's
business.  He was a very powerful and ruthless man, and many who angered
him, including Americans, had disappeared.

   The fat man made a small sign to the hard-eyed men around him, and we
all found out why the American dared to venture into this part of town.  He
knocked out two of the fat man's men so fast I didn't even realize he'd
moved until they fell, then his own fighters took out the rest, leaving the
fat man sweating and alone.

   "Go away, Henry." the American said to the fat man, "This one's mine. 
You already have plenty of girls, and will, no doubt, get more."

   "You betta not stick your ugly white head into Patpong, Loomis!" the fat
man's livid countenance spluttered, "My boys will cut it off for you!"

   "You mean these boys, Henry?" he asked mildly, indicating the toughs who
were just getting to their feet.

   Mother and I stood watching, speechless, as the fat man stomped off,
surrounded by his limping guards.

   "Madam," the American turned, bowing grandly to my mother, "and young
lady, perhaps you'd like to conclude our business over a meal?"

   He led us out to the main street, his fighters ranging all around,
watching for any sign of trouble.  He waved us into an unmarked doorway
halfway down the block.  Inside were tables covered in the whitest cloth I
had ever seen.  Since it was midafternoon, only a couple of the tables had
customers.

   The proprietor beamed and bustled over to our host.  "Mr.  Loomis! 
Welcome back!  I have your table all ready for you, sir!"

   He waved us toward a corner of the dimly lit dining room, signalling a
waiter to help us.  Mother and I followed the waiter as Mr.  Loomis hung
back, speaking with the proprietor in hushed tones.

   The owner smiled and bustled off to the kitchen as Mr.  Loomis threaded
his way to the table.  His men faded out of sight, though if one looked one
could find them.  They didn't hide, they just became inconspicuous.

   The food was delicious, and I'm afraid mother and I embarrassed
ourselves by eating far more than we should have, especially when someone
else was paying for it!  We had not eaten this well since father died more
than two years ago, and we just couldn't help ourselves.  Finally, we were
full, and my mother abased herself by asking the American if she could take
the leftovers home to her other children.

   Mr.  Loomis smiled graciously and ordered several takeout dishes for her
to take home as well.

   "Now," the American began, "about my offer..."

   "You say you double fat man's offer, yes?" Mother wasn't going to forget
a detail like that!

   "Yes," the light-haired man replied, "but I've changed my mind."

   "You no change mind!" mother was almost hysterical.  She knew as well as
I what was coming next.  Having driven off fat Henry, the white man had no
need to offer anything, much less double the offer.  He could just take
what he wanted for almost nothing.

   Instead of getting angry at mother's outburst, he held up placating
hand. "Wait, madam, and hear what else I have to say before you get angry!
What I'm offering instead is $100 American, every month, for the rest of
your life."

   Mother and I both gasped.  I now know that $100 a month isn't a large
sum, but when you live hand-to-mouth in Bangkok, it's riches beyond
imagination!

   Mother would not have to sell any more of her children to the likes of
fat Henry!  She would be able to feed them and keep decent clothes on them.
She would even be able to send them to school!

   "How I know you do what you say?" Mother was impressed but not stupid,
"You go back to U.S., I not see daughter or money!  You think I crazy?"

   "No, Madam," his voice was soothing, "I don't believe you are crazy or
stupid.  When we leave here, we will go to my bank and I will set up a
special account.  From then on, the bank will take care of the payments,
and I'll have no say in the matter.  First, though, I need to talk to your
daughter alone - please wait over there."

   He turned to where I sat, eyes wide at this turn of events.  "Did I hear
your mother right in the alley?  Do you speak English?"

   "Yes, sir." I whispered, "I speak English quite well."

   He smiled, "Good!  What is your name?"

   I knew he'd never be able to pronounce my real name properly, so I told
him the name I had prepared for use in the fat man's whorehouse.

   "May, sir."

   "Alright, May, do you understand what your mother and I have been
discussing?"

   "You want to buy me from her, like the fat man tried to do."

   His big head rocked from side to side, "Yes, and no, May.  I want to buy
you from your mother - that part is true, though I'm offering her a much
better deal.  Unlike the fat man, however, I don't own any whorehouses."

   "You mean you don't want me for sex?" I looked at him like he was crazy.

   "On the contrary, May." He was unperturbed by either the question or the
look I gave him, "I do want you for sex, but mostly just with me.  I don't
want to make money by selling your body."

   It was still a sale into sexual slavery, but I didn't think it would be
as bad if it was just him.  He wasn't hard to look at for a white man, and
there was less chance of catching some of the horrible diseases that killed
so many of Henry's girls.  I nodded my understanding.

   "Before I make this deal with your mother, May," he continued, "I want
to be sure YOU know what you're getting into, and that you agree to abide
by the deal I make with your mother, and the rules I will have for you."

   He looked me in the eyes for a long moment, then continued.  "I will put
this..." he placed my hand on his thigh and I gasped as I felt the enormous
bulge of his erect manhood, "...here..." he touched between my legs,
"...here..." his finger wormed its way between my buttocks, "...and here!"
He placed a finger at my lips, and slid it into my mouth.

   "If you displease me," he continued, "I will punish you.  I will, over
time, find other sexual things to do to you, some painful, some
humiliating, but I will always protect you from serious injury and
disease."

   He waited for me to say something, and I licked my dry lips before
asking, "You said something about rules?"

   He smiled.  "The rules are simple: You will obey me in all things.  You
will do anything I ask of you sexually.  You will attend school and
maintain a minimum grade average - I will set aside enough time for you to
study to ensure that.  When you have completed your college studies, I will
set you free to live your life the way you wish.  If you break any of these
rules, your family will stop receiving their monthly check.  Do you
understand all of this?"

   I nodded, numbly, my heart thudding inside my chest, "Yes, sir!"

   "Will you, of your own free will, submit to these rules, knowing what's
in store for you?"

   I wasn't sure he could do any of the things he said he would do with
that enormous weapon without causing me serious injury, and I knew, if he
did, it would be very painful.  But that would be only bodily pain.  It
would be as nothing to the torture in my heart if I let this chance slip
past for my mother and my brother and sisters.

   I looked steadily into his eyes and said, "Yes sir!" in the strongest
voice I could muster.

   The rest of the afternoon was a blur.  The bank was huge, and the
manager extremely polite, despite the rudeness of my mother's attire.  He
assured her that the account set up by Mr.  Loomis would, indeed, pay her
$100 US every month for the rest of her life.  He also said that if she
died before any of my siblings reached eighteen, the money would continue
to go to them, split three ways.  Once they all reached eighteen, the money
remaining in the account would be divided among the survivors.  If she was
still alive, she would get an equal share with her children.

   When he finished talking with her, she sobbed and threw her arms around
Mr.  Loomis, thanking him over and over again.  Much to my surprise, he
smoothed her hair, and comforted her in our dialect, until she could pull
herself together.  She kissed me and held me for a long time, praising me
for saving the family, and saying she would never forget me.  My heart
swelled near to bursting and tears ran down my cheeks.  It was the best day
and the worst day of my short life, and I knew not how to reconcile the
pride and the anguish that threatened to tear me apart.

   That was the last time I saw my mother.

   At the American Embassy, Mr.  Loomis breezed through the 'paper pushers'
and 'desk jockeys' as he called them, making short work of the adoption
process.  I was to be, it seemed, his newly adopted daughter.  I got the
impression that it normally takes months or years for an American to adopt
a foreign born child, but he managed it in three weeks.  I saw a lot of
green paper change hands when others couldn't see, and I was examined and
poked with countless stinging needles, but by the end of that three weeks,
I had an official American passport.

   In all that time, I slept in a separate room in his hotel suite.  I
never really took notice of how CLEAN things were in his hotel, until,
after a shower and a change into fine new clothes that he had bought for me
that very day, I went with my new owner to dinner.  As I stepped onto the
streets, my nostrils were suddenly assaulted by the familiar, but suddenly
distasteful, smells with which I had grown up.  The smell of rotting
garbage, cooking food, unwashed bodies, poorly maintained vehicles,
animals, and who knows what else, now invaded my senses where before they
had just been a normal part of life that I never noticed.

   Mr.  Loomis would watch TV with me on his lap most nights, touching me
in my most private places.  Almost every night, the TV we watched was
videotapes of sex.  He would point certain things out to me, telling me to
watch how they were done, so I could do them with him.

   I might have been only twelve, but I was human.  The obvious enjoyment
of the young girls on the screen, and the constant touching in forbidden
places, soon had me wishing that my owner would do more than touch me.

   One night, I got so frustrated that I slipped off my owner's lap and
opened his robe.  Since he wore nothing underneath, I got my first good
look at what was to become the center of my life.

   It was as big as I had imagined, but somehow, not as intimidating as it
once had been.  Perhaps watching all those big penises giving small girls
pleasure had made the prospect less fearsome for me.  Whatever the reason,
I was mesmerized by the rigid, velvet covered shaft that pulsed warmly in
my tiny hand.

   There was a drop of clear fluid seeping out of the hole in the end of
it. When I touched the tip of my tongue to that droplet to taste it, the
whole enormous tool gave a leap.  I looked fearfully at my adopted father,
afraid I had somehow hurt him.

   He smiled down at me.  "That's good, May!"

   The taste was a little salty, and it felt a little slimy, but after the
kind of food Mother and I had had to scrounge, just to stay alive, it was
nothing to complain about.

   Remembering the relish with which the girls in the videos had swallowed
their partners' pricks, I stretched my mouth as wide as I could, and pushed
down until the purple mushroom at the top of Mr.  Loomis' dick slipped into
my mouth.

   At his sudden intake of breath, I looked up.

   "No teeth, May!" He gasped, "Cover your teeth with your lips!"

   Of course!  How could I have been so stupid!  I covered my teeth as
instructed, and concentrated on trying to give my father the best feeling I
could.  I had no idea what made a man feel good, but soon found out that
his body would tell me when it liked what I was doing.

   I experimented with getting as much of the softly covered iron rod into
my mouth as I could.  I pushed it into the back of my throat, like the
girls in the videos, and immediately felt like I was going to throw up. 
Tears started from my eyes, but I was determined to show the American that
he wasn't wasting his money.  Somehow, I got myself under control and
pushed a little more.

   More and more of the slimy fluid was coming out of the hole in the end,
and I suddenly realized I liked it!  It wasn't so much that it tasted good,
as that the more I pleased my owner, the more of that fluid came out, and
that made me feel good!

   It was slow going, getting that monster down my throat.  I had to keep
coming up for air, and every little bit of progress I made was accompanied
by choking, gagging and struggling not to vomit.

   When I felt his hands on my hair, I was afraid he was either going to
push me all the way down, or push me away.  Instead, he just lightly held
my head between his hands, neither pushing or guiding.  Somehow, this made
me feel all warm inside, like he loved me, and approved of what I was
doing.

   I went to work with renewed vigor, determined to take the whole thing,
like the girls in the movies.  Pushing down, coming up for air, struggling
against the reflex that made me want to throw up - it got a little easier
with each passing minute.  I don't know how long it took, but it seemed
like an eternity, when suddenly I felt my nose pushed into the flesh from
which sprouted a forest of wiry hair.  I had done it!  I had the whole
thing!

   I waited like that, savoring my triumph, until I absolutely HAD to
breathe.  The next time was easier.  I still wanted to gag, but I had the
knack of controlling it now.  Soon, I was concentrating more on making him
feel good than on the mechanics of getting that enormous sausage down my
throat.  I twisted my head around his shaft and was rewarded with a moan
and a thrust of his hips as more nectar than ever flowed from the end of
his pole.

   His enormous hands grasped the sides of my head, and he bent his body
almost double to whisper to me.  "Are you ready for me to fuck your mouth,
May?"

   At first I wasn't sure what he was asking, until I remembered watching a
man with a giant dong pistoning in and out of a young blonde girl's mouth
in one of the videos.  He used her head like a pussy and pounded her
unmercifully, finally burying himself far down her throat to pump his seed
directly into her stomach.

   The thought of being used like that turned my legs to jelly, and
something warm and wet flowed like water from my unused little pussy.

   I let the long shaft slip from my mouth, and nodded solemnly at the
American.

   His smile was tender as he lifted me in his muscular arms and carried me
to a large footstool.  He laid me down on my back and positioned me so that
my head hung over one edge of the ottoman.

   Kneeling at my head, he placed the wet, dripping head of his cock once
again between my lips, and pushed slowly inward, not stopping until his
warm, velvety ball sack rested on my nose.  It was easier in this position
- he had a straight path down my throat - and I didn't feel the need to gag
as much.

   When he withdrew I reached up and grasped his buttocks with my miniature
brown hands, and pulled him back in, hard.

   My loins were on fire!  He started sliding slowly out, then letting me
pull him back in.

   "I can see my cock in your throat, May!" He rasped "It's huge inside
your little neck, see!"

   He turned my head a little to one side, and from one eye, I saw our
reflection in a mirror.

   I can't describe the fear, awe, and love I felt as I watched the giant
American and his monstrous penis invade my frail little twelve year old
body, over and over again.  My little pussy felt like it had melted and was
running down the crease of my butt!

   I kept my head turned to watch, and urged him to go faster and faster. I
didn't know what I was working toward, but something drove me on as I
opened my throat and moaned around the gigantic tree trunk that plowed its
way into my body.  It owned me just as surely as the man to whom it was
attached owned me.  I reveled in my submission to the degrading act of
having my pre-teen face fucked like a pussy!

   I tried to pull him in harder, faster, deeper!  His hips became a blur
as the slimy shaft of his cock slid smoothly and quickly in and out of my
eager little mouth, the bulge in my throat following the bulbous tip of
that masterful spear as it possessed my very soul!

   Suddenly, he grabbed my head and held it as he pushed hard against my
teeth.  His shaft swelled in my mouth and throat, threatening to dislocate
my jaw, and I felt something rushing, pulsing down its length.  He was
cumming straight into the center of my body!

   The world went white in a blinding, searing, soul wrenching explosion
and my mind tumbled through space for long moments before I gave up and
surrendered to oblivion.

   I awoke in my bed, covered by the clean, sweet smelling sheets of the
hotel, feeling confused, but sated, as if I had done a great and wonderful
thing.

   "Are you awake, May?" now I remembered, with the repetition, that those
words were what woke me.

   "Yes, Mr.  Loomis."

   He was sitting on the edge of my bed, smiling tenderly.  "I think you
should get in the habit of calling me 'Dad', 'Daddy', or 'Father' since,
legally, you are now my daughter."

   "Yes, Father." I looked up at him from under my disheveled hair.

   "Did I please you last night, Father?" I really wanted to know.  I
thought he had enjoyed what I had done for him, but I was still very young
and needed to be sure I was keeping up my end of the bargain.

   As I thought that, though, I realized there was more to it.  I really
WANTED to please this man!

   He smiled again, looking touched and amused at the same time.  "You
pleased me mightily, miss May.  I had not expected you to be able to do
that so soon, and you not only did it, you did it very well!  I am very
pleased with you, daughter!"

   He stood briskly and said, "Come on.  You need to get dressed quickly or
we'll miss our flight!  Today is the day we go to your new home.  Next
month, you will start school."

   I was fearful and excited as we boarded the giant airplane.  My first
time to fly would also take me far from my mother and my brother and
sisters.  How could I be heartsick and excited at the same time?

   I didn't want my new father to think I was ungrateful, so I tried to
hide my sorrow and just be excited about making this wonderful journey to
my new home.  Father, though, was more perceptive than I had given him
credit for.

   "I know it's hard, May." He took my hand as the pretty flight attendant
buckled me into the wide, plush seat.  It wasn't until I was much older
that I learned that not everyone got to fly in such luxurious
accommodations.

   "You miss your mother and your brother and sisters terribly," he said
gently, "that is to be expected.  You face an uncertain future, and that
frightens you, especially without your family to support you.  I will not
give you empty promises.  Some of what you face will be very hard.  If you
enjoyed what we did last night as much as I think you did, however, it may
not be as hard as all that.  You have done a heroic thing to sacrifice
yourself for your family, and I am glad that I happened along in time to
ensure that your sacrifice is sufficiently rewarded."

   I looked solemnly into the face of the man who had become my universe
and said, "Father, I will be the best daughter anyone could have, and I
will please you in every way that you desire.  I will honor my mother's
agreement with all my heart and soul.  You shall never have cause to
complain!"

   He smiled and asked, "Is that the only reason you did what you did last
night?"

   Can you see when a brown girl blushes?  I imagined HE could!

   "No, Father." I said in a low voice, looking into his eyes, "I don't
know why, but it gave me a great deal of pleasure to serve you in that
way."

   "I hope," he said as he affectionately cupped my face in his enormous
hand, "that it continues to do so.  I know it pleases me infinitely that
you serve me in that way."

   My new home was the grandest palace you could possibly imagine.  It was
an enormous structure built at the end of a long road that wound endlessly
through trees and hills, AFTER entering the gate.  The stretch limousine
that picked us up at the airport pulled up to the entryway and before we
could even think about opening the door, it was pulled open from the
outside by a man in a tuxedo.

   "Welcome home, Sir!" the man seemed genuinely glad to see Father, then
he turned to me.  "We have been eagerly awaiting your arrival, Mistress
May!"

   "May, this is our Butler, Michael" Father said.

   Not wishing to be impolite, I held out my hand to be shaken, as I had
seen ladies do on the TV in our hotel room, "Pleased to meet you, Michael!"

   "The pleasure is all mine, Madam!" Michael smoothly turned my hand and
lightly kissed the back of it.

   "I'll introduce you to the rest of the staff later," Father said, but
first I want to show you to your room.

   Michael followed discreetly as Father led me through the main doors into
the cavernous entry hall and up the right hand staircase that curved
gracefully to a first floor (oops!  I had to get used to the way Americans
numbered things-) a SECOND floor landing that was high above the ground
floor.

   It took me a couple of days to learn all the twists and turns that led
to my room, two doors down the hall from father's room.  Michael proudly
displayed the small alcove (bigger than our flat in Bangkok!) that would
serve as my study room, complete with computer, writing desk, and a small
sleek stereo, as well as an overstuffed chair or two.

   "You will write your mother a letter at least once a month," Father said
sternly, "starting tomorrow."

   "You, you really mean it, Father?" I had thought that I would never hear
from my family after I left Thailand.  I couldn't help myself, I threw my
arms around him and hugged him for dear life.  "Oh, thank you!"

   My bed had a canopy supported by sturdy posts (Handy for tying me to, as
I was to learn!).

   Father introduced me to the upstairs maid, who stood at attention beside
my bed.  Her name was Greta.  She was a tall, willowy blonde woman with
piercing blue eyes, and I was astonished to see that she wore a tiny skirt
with a very low cut top that revealed a modest cleavage.

   When she turned and bent to show me the contents of the drawers under
the bed, her bare butt and shaved pussy stared me right in the face, but
what really got my attention was the heavy gold ring dangling from the top
of her cleft!

   Father must have seen my consternation, for he smiled and spoke to the
girl, "Greta, May is curious about your clit ring.  Please tell her what it
is used for, and don't spare any details."

   Greta didn't even blush.  Still leaning over the drawer, she pulled
something that looked very heavy from within.  Its weight was confirmed
when she hooked it to the ring and let it fall.  The blonde maid gasped as
her most sensitive flesh was stretched impossibly far and fluid started
pouring from her opening.

   "A picture," she sighed, "is worth a thousand words, Master Loomis."

   Still bending, she looked at me over her shoulder with hooded eyes and
begged, "Please, mistress, swing it!?"

   I looked at Father and he just smiled and nodded.

   Mesmerized, I took the heavy thing in my hand and pulled it toward me.
Greta's legs, of their own accord, spread far apart.  I let the weight go
and the blonde moaned in pleasure, but soon cried in frustration, "Harder,
bitch!  Swing it hard!"

   I didn't know what a bitch was, then, but I didn't like the tone of the
maid's voice, so I yanked the weight up to her buttocks and threw it toward
the floor.

   "AAAAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEE!" she screamed, and her slender hips slammed back
and forth as though she were being fucked.

   Without waiting to be told, I grabbed it again, and pulled the weight
viciously backward before throwing it again.  Greta's hips slammed the
empty air and her screams got louder and louder as the weight swung beneath
her, slapping against her belly then bouncing back towards me.

   I took to slapping the weight with my hand each time it swung backward,
as the abused maid shrieked through spasm after spasm.

   Finally, Father gently grasped my hand.  "I think we get the idea, May,
Greta!"

   Greta grudgingly removed the weight from her ring and licked her juices
off its surface.  She placed it lovingly back in the drawer, then turned
and knelt before me.

   "Thank you, Liebchen!" she embraced my frail body and, to my utter
amazement, kissed me full on the mouth, her tongue delving deep into my
oral cavity.

   I didn't know what to do!  I rolled my eyes up to look at Father, but he
just smiled.

   Ok, he didn't seem to mind, and it wasn't unpleasant being kissed by a
beautiful woman, so even though I'd never even kissed a boy, I tried my
best to kiss back.  As our tongues dueled I felt my little pussy melting
again, as my heart raced.

   One of Greta's hands dove into the back of my panties, while the other
plunged into the front.  Still kissing me passionately, she began playing
with my front and rear openings.

   My mind was in turmoil and my heart was a maelstrom!  The feelings she
created in me were wonderful and exciting, but very, very naughty!

   Just as one of her long fingers started to probe the opening of my butt,
Father intervened.

   "There'll be time for that later, Greta!"

   Greta either didn't hear or ignored Father and plunged her finger deep
in my ass.  It hurt a little, but the wickedness of having a beautiful lady
sticking her finger up my virgin butt did very strange things to my pussy,
and it started leaking again.

   Suddenly, both hands were ripped from my panties as Father yanked Greta
to her feet using only a handful of her shiny golden hair.  Greta shrieked
and her hands flew to her head, only to be slapped down by my Father's
other hand.

   "You WILL eventually learn to obey me!" He said softly, his face only
inches from hers.

   Turning to the Butler, he said, "Michael, please be so kind as to take
this disobedient slut to the dungeon, and bind her to the whipping cross.
You may rape her ass for your trouble, after she is bound.  I'll come down
later and complete her punishment!"

   Michael wore a feral grin as he frog-marched the whimpering maid down
the hall.

   Turning to me, Father asked, "Did you like what she was doing to you?"

   I thought about that for a few moments before answering, "It felt
wonderful, Father, but I'm not sure I would have enjoyed it if you hadn't
seemed to want me to do it..."

   Father smiled, then said, "You have seen a little more of me and my
household, how do you feel about your bargain now?"

   I looked him in the eye as I replied, without hesitation, "I understand
the importance of obedience, Father, even more so now.  I cannot say why,
but the things I've just learned about you and your household have melted
the place between my legs and it's running down my thighs!  Right now I
would like nothing better than to have you deep in my throat again!"

   "There will be plenty of time for that soon, little one," Father smiled,
"and for other things too!  But first, let me show you the playroom you and
I will share."

   He opened a door in one wall of the room and I followed him into - what?
I could only guess at the uses for some of the furniture and fixtures in
the room, though it was clear that many of them had attachments to bind a
small person.  In my mind's eye I pictured my frail brown body suspended
naked from those cuffs, or strapped to that bench, or locked into these
stocks.  Each new image brought fresh waves of warm liquid from my pussy,
and my breathing got heavier and more rapid as I imagined myself living
some of the scenes from the videos Father had shown me.

   I couldn't help it.  My hand went under my skirt to rub at my itchy
little slit.

   Father gently removed my hand, saying, "I see you like your playroom. 
We'll try it out together tonight.  My room is through that door.  If ever
you decide you'd rather sleep in my bed than yours, for any reason, just go
through there."

   Leading me back to my room, Father opened another door and showed me the
luxurious bathroom attached to my room.  He explained the workings of the
bidet, and showed me the nozzle he wanted me to use each day to give myself
an enema.

   I didn't know what an enema was, and at my puzzled look, he said, "Here,
take off your panties and I'll demonstrate."

   As I sat on the seat of the porcelain fixture, he guided the tip of the
nozzle to my recently violated butt.  Father had covered it with some kind
of clear jelly stuff, and it felt extremely naughty as I sat on the seat
and the nozzle wormed its way deep into my brown little butthole.

   "Are you ready?" Father asked.

   I had no idea how to get ready, so I just nodded and said, "Yes,
Father."

   He turned a shiny gold knob and warmth suddenly flooded my bowels.  My
eyes flew wide as I felt the wondrous suffusion of relaxing warm liquid
invade my most private and secret places.  My little pussy once again
reacted to the evil wickedness of such a wonderful feeling coming from such
a forbidden place.

   Without my help, my hips started rocking back and forth, fucking my
twelve-year-old butt on the nozzle.  Gradually, though, I started to fill
and cramp!  The warmth and the wickedness were joined to the pain and
stretching as my belly started to bulge and I really needed to go number
two!

   Father was watching the expression on my face, and I'm sure he must have
known what I was going through, but I was determined to take it as far as
he wanted to.  Not only was that our deal, but somehow, all that water
invading my body, filling me from the wrong end, was sending sparks through
my pussy.

   Every time I pushed back on the nozzle, electricity shot up my spine.

   Finally, when I looked like I was about six months pregnant, Father
turned the knob the other way, shutting off the flow.

   "Each day, when you give yourself an enema," he lectured, "I want you to
take at least this much and hold it for five minutes before expelling it.
Can you do that for me, May?"

   "Yes, Father!" I gasped between cramps.  I could feel things moving
inside my guts, and I fought with my quivering butthole to keep from
letting it out.

   Father stroked my hair, then reached between my legs and stroked my
dripping pussy.  Each time I thought I was going to explode like I did when
he fucked my mouth, he moved his hand, and I was left humping air and the
enema nozzle in frustration.

   With one final glance at his watch, Father said, "Ok, May.  You can let
it out now."

   As I relaxed my butthole, Father pinched the little nub of flesh at the
top of my pussy, not too hard, but enough to create the explosion I had
been working toward.

   My impolite little butt spewed liquid and the contents of my guts into
the porcelain bowl as my pussy burst into flame and my mind rocketed off
into space.

   I was barely conscious as Father sprayed clean warm water all over my
bottom, then dried me with a large, fluffy towel.

   Father didn't bother putting my panties back on.  In fact, except when I
was on my way to or from school, I never wore panties in his house.

   That first evening, after an incredible evening meal, marred only by the
lack of rice, Father first took me to the dungeon in the basement to watch
Greta's punishment.

   The slender blonde beauty was bound to an X-shaped frame with her back
and buttocks exposed.  I could not see her face, but when she heard us
enter, her body started trembling violently.

   Father went to a row of hooks along one wall and took down a
vicious-looking whip composed of a short, leather wrapped handle and
several knotted strands of oiled leather.

   Standing behind the quivering blonde, who looked as tiny beside him as I
did beside her, Father asked, "Do you know why I'm about to punish you,
Greta?"

   "B-b-because I w-was disobedient, Sir?" she asked in a little girl's
voice.

   "That, and you violated my property against my express orders!" his
voice was quiet, but diamond hard.

   "I'm sorry, Master Loomis!" she wailed, "She was just so delicious!  I
couldn't control myself!"

   Suddenly it hit me.  They were talking about ME!  At first I was
outraged!  How could he call me his property!  But at the instant that
thought entered my brain, the facts drove it out.  I WAS his property!  He
had paid handsomely for me and had every right to call me his property.  As
I came to that realization, my pussy turned to jelly again!  I did not
understand it, but somehow, I LIKED being his property!  Then I remembered
what SHE said.  Me?  Delicious?  I had to sit.  It was all so confusing, so
frightening, and so, so, so EXCITING!

   "You will LEARN to control yourself, or you will be walking around
without that delectable skin!" Father hissed in her ear.

   To my amazement, HER pussy was leaking too!  I collapsed on a bench and
trapped my hands between my legs.  I still didn't know about masturbation,
but I HAD to do something!

   Father was not so wrapped up in what he was doing that he didn't notice
me.

   "Michael, please entertain young May, while I correct this undisciplined
slut's behavior, but do not penetrate her, not even with your fingers!"
Father said, conversationally, "She may cum, but only if Greta does."

   The Butler lifted me easily and slid into my former seat, placing me on
his lap with my legs spread on either side of his.  I could feel the
hardness of his erection against my little round buttocks.

   "Here, little one," Michael whispered, pulling my hands from between my
legs, "let me do that for you!"

   He flipped my skirt up and gently wormed a finger between the slimy lips
of my hairless little slit, moistening it with my own juices.  As Father
drew the whip back for his first cut at poor Greta's vulnerable buttocks,
Michael slipped his greasy finger upward and let it slide along the little
button at the top of my crevice.

   The whip struck the girl's fleshy buttocks just as the Butler's finger
grated along the top of my sensitive bud!  It felt as though the whip had
hit me squarely on my pussy!  My hips spasmed upward and my legs fell
further open.  I WANTED that whip to hit me!  Right there!  Right where the
Butler's finger was sending sparks through my body!

   Greta cried out in pain, but Father didn't pause.  Eleven times, he
struck her with all his strength, as the moisture between her legs grew in
volume to rival mine.  Each time the whip struck, Michael's finger tapped
my clitoris.  I was out of my mind, squirming around on his cloth covered
hard-on as I waited and built toward something - I knew not what.

   On the twelfth stroke, Father turned, and swinging across his body,
brought the knotted leather strands of the whip full force up into the
maid's unprotected pussy!

   Greta screeched in pain and, unbelievably, pleasure!  Her slender hips
ratcheted back and forth as her whole body went rigid and slimy liquids
poured from her shaven lips.

   The fact that she 'came' had just registered on me when Michael pinched
my sensitive little bud hard between his thumb and forefinger.

   I exploded right behind the poor abused maid.  My still virgin pussy
pulsed and pounded as blood rushed through its sensitive tissues and I got
lost among the stars as my head disintegrated into a million pieces.  The
blackness of space engulfed me and I went away for a while.

   I returned to here and now only gradually, and when I opened my eyes, I
found myself suspended upright in the middle of our playroom.

   Father was putting the finishing touches on my bondage, pulling the
chains at my ankles tighter to spread my legs far apart.

   "Oh, Father!" I cried, "I never dreamed that slavery could bring such,
such..." I searched for a word I knew I had seen before.  Ah, yes! 
"...ecstasy!"

   Father smiled warmly at me.  "You are a real treasure, little May!  Now,
I think it's time for us to open your body to all the pleasures it can
offer!"

   I stared at him wide-eyed, "Oh, Father!  Are you finally going to fuck
me?"

   He looked a little shocked.  "You mean you WANT me to fuck you?!"

   It was my turn to smile.  "I've wanted you to fuck me since about the
third day in our hotel in Bangkok."

   "Why then, little one," he asked, "didn't you say so?"

   "In Thailand," I said meekly, "that is not something one asks of one's
father.  My behavior in finally taking you into my mouth would have shocked
any other Thai, even those in the brothels at Patpong.  I could hardly
believe it myself!"

   "Ah, cultural barriers!" Father laughed, "In the future, pretty one,
since we are no longer in Thailand, you must not hesitate to tell me when
you want to do something that will please me so well!"

   "In that case, Father," I almost whispered, "I have a request..."

   "A request?" he asked, puzzled.

   "Yes, Father," I said, a bit more boldly, "a request."

   "Ask, then!"

   "Father," I began hesitantly, "you are large.  I am small."

   Father grinned, "Tiny, actually!"

   "Tiny, then." I continued, "I cannot see a way for you to fuck me
without causing me a great deal of pain, can you?"

   "No," he answered dubiously, "I guess not.  But don't forget that I
warn..."

   "Please let me finish!" I interrupted, "I want you to make it hurt!  I
want you to take me as an owner should take his property!  Make me yours!
Force your huge cock into my tiny body and make me scream!  Then!  Then I
will KNOW I belong to you!"

   Even as I said it, my little pussy started streaming juice, and I knew
it was right.  I wanted to feel that enormous cudgel ripping into my virgin
body, possessing me completely.

   Father looked solemnly into my eyes and kissed me tenderly.  I responded
with lustful abandon, thrusting my loins against the front of his robe. 
The kiss became more demanding as the robe disappeared.  Rough hands held
my fragile pelvis and ground me against his throbbing, dripping tower of
manhood.  The rigid, velvet covered shaft of my master's prick slithered up
and down my slimy cleft, coating itself in the copious flood of my virgin
juice.

   Even now, I can feel, as if it were moments ago, the sandpaper roughness
of Father's stubble, the rock-hard maleness of his giant muscular frame,
and the enormous rubbery tip of his club as it sought my unused,
unprotected entrance.  I surrendered completely to the passion and the pain
as, with a violent jerk, his massive shaft forced its way into my
unresisting body.

   I was awash in a sea of sensation.  Father smelled of sex and sweat and
soap and mint, and tasted like pineapple as I toyed with his tongue,
enticing it to invade my body just as his cock was doing.

   The insignificant barrier of my maidenhead melted away before the fury
of his onslaught, and my unprepared sheath stretched - oh GOD!  it
stretched!  I know I must have been screaming into his mouth, because
afterward my throat was raw, but I knew only the pain!  The ripping,
tearing, stabbing agony that drove my mad desire!

   My loins belonged to someone else, and I wanted that person impaled on
the giant's rod!

   Dripping sweat on my brown skin, Father strove like a demon, driven by
my madness into a frenzy of his own.  Kindness, mercy, gentleness, all were
foreign concepts within the maelstrom of passion that drove us together,
pounding and thrusting at each other.

   Suddenly, the purple mushroom of his monster cock thudded into my
cervix, and I knew that, impossible as it seemed, if I wanted all of him,
it would have to be through that portal.

   I swiveled my hips until the massive tip of the cudgel was firmly
planted atop the muscular hillock.  Tearing my mouth from his, I screamed
"PUSH!"

   Without thought or understanding, he shoved mightily, just as I did the
same, and a searing, tearing agony ripped through my guts as three inches
of his mighty spear shouldered its way through the constricted opening,
straight into my womb.

   I came then, for the first time with a man's sex inside me.  We held our
position as Father struggled not to release too soon, and I looked down at
the ridge that suddenly adorned the previously flat landscape of my belly,
realizing that I was seeing my Master's cock, in total possession of my
body.

   I came loud and long, just thinking about how thoroughly he now
possessed me!

   When my thrashing ceased, and Father had regained some semblance of
control, he fucked me.  Long, hard, driving, pounding strokes that bruised
the end of my womb and sent shockwaves through me as they barreled through
my cervix and past the little magic spot at the top of my tunnel.  My body
screamed in agony at the assault, and my passion climbed higher and higher
as my surrender became total, my submission complete.

   There was but one final stamp to put on the contract, sealing it
forever, and Father and I drove toward that moment in a mutual mad,
lust-filled frenzy.

   Father's driving rod pistoned faster and faster into my limp, leaking,
crying body, until he froze, deep inside me.  His already monstrous cock
swelled even larger and started forcing huge gobs of molten lava far into
the core of my being.  I shrieked and cried in ecstasy, knowing, deep in my
soul, that now, and forever, I was his!  The contract was signed, sealed,
and delivered, and I surrendered my consciousness as I had surrendered my
soul.

   It was late morning when I awoke, lying on silken sheets under soft,
warm comforters.  My poor pussy cried out as I tried to move, and I must
have cried out with it, for Greta appeared, followed closely by Father.

   He kissed me tenderly on the forehead as Greta rocked me solicitously in
her lap.

   "Just rest today, little May." Father told me, "That was a brave,
wonderful, incredible thing you did.  Even I got caught up in your passion
and lost control!  Perhaps later I'll have you and Greta take me to the
dungeon and teach ME some discipline!  Meanwhile, the doctor says you will
survive quite well.  Had you not surrendered as completely as you did,
there would have been some real damage, and that frightens me!  As it is,
though, there are some small tears and bruises, but nothing that won't heal
in a few days.  I am so sorry, Darling!"

   As comfortable as it was between the cushions of Greta's bosom, I
disengaged myself, and sat up, taking Father's large hand between my tiny
ones.

   "Father, Master," I said solemnly, "you are both of those to me now. 
Forever.  You did exactly what needed to be done to make me yours.  I have
no regrets."

   I smiled a little, then continued, "I have a very sore pussy, but no
regrets!  I think, though, that when you take my butt, I'll want to have a
bit of preparation, if that's all right with you?"