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 Bettina and the Picture Book

   The Baron had taken Bettina back to his house after their little
shopping expedition.  She was positively aglow with excitement, having
acquired a whole wardrobe of handbags and some jewellery, thanks to the
Baron's dubious agenda.

   The maid knocked on the door and came in, went to the bathroom and
proceeded to run a bath.  'Would you like me to help you bathe and dress
for dinner Miss?' She enquired of Bettina.  Bettina blushed at the thought
of a stranger seeing her naked, and shook her head.  'Dinner will be served
in about an hour.  Shall I come and get you?' This time Bettina nodded. 
'Yes please.' she said in a whisper.  'Is there anything I can get you, or
do for you?' Bettina looked at the woman.  Her face was strained.  'I don't
think so.  Thank you.' 'Oh my dear, you're so young....' The maid went
quiet, then continued.  'If you want me to come to you, just pull the bell
rope by your bed.  It doesn't matter what time it is, I'll come straight
away.' Bettina smiled, and the maid left her alone.

   The maid was well aware of the Baron's penchant for young girls.  He had
taken her from the women's workhouse when she was just ten years old, and
she had loved him for the clothes, the good food and the little room she
had all to herself.  But she too found out all too soon that the Baron's
generosity was just a payment in advance for the use of her body.

   She thought back to the first time he had come to her room all those
years ago.  She had been in his employ for just one month.  At first she
just watched him as he sat on the side of her little bed and folded back
the bedclothes.  She had cried when he had lifted her nightdress and had
touched her, but he had silenced her tears by telling her that it was much
better than going back to the workhouse.  After all, he told her, it was
what girls did for men, and only natural.  She had watched him undress. 
She was no stranger to the male body.  The guardian at the workhouse had
often made the smaller girls, including her, suck him, chuckling with glee
as he ejaculated into their mouths.  She had seen him with other, bigger
girls too, so she knew what the Baron required of her.

   He had lain down next to her on the bed and with soft words and a silk
handkerchief had dried her tears.  Then he had quite gently parted her
thighs with his hand, and had toyed with her until her immature little body
had responded to him.  She had felt the wetness and its slipperiness as the
Baron's fingers had played their role in her preparation, and remembered
the crude words of the Workhouse Keeper telling the bigger girls how they
were '....little wet sluts ready for a fuck!' She had assumed that as she
was wet, she too was now ready for the Baron to do it to her, so when he
climbed between her thin legs, and had rubbed his big penis against her
little slit, she had done what she had seen the other girls do, and had
held her legs up high and wide for him.

   The pain had been quick and fleeting, and after the first time she
gradually came to enjoy his thrusting's.  Eventually he became less
attentive and caring, as familiarity robbed their relationship of respect.
She thought of the nights she had lain under him since as he rutted
remorselessly, sating his lust with no thought to her or her feelings.  She
remember with bitterness the visit to the old woman who, when she was just
fourteen, had ended her pregnancy and had ruined her for childbearing ever
after.  She thought of the countless other women and girls to whom she had
served breakfast after they had spent a night with the Baron.  How many of
them, she wondered, had gone home carrying the Baron's bastards?

   He was, she concluded, a completely amoral man, a ready candidate for
the fires of Hell.

   Settling back in the bath, Bettina closed her eyes.  What luxury!  The
tin bath in front of the living room fire that she was used to, was a whole
world away from this!  She drew a deep breath, inhaling the scent from the
bath salts.  Her mother would never believe this when she told her about
it. She soaked for some time, repeatedly soaping and rinsing herself with
the perfumed soaps, and the unending flow of hot water.  She had never know
such joy!  So when the maid knocked on the door, she had to hurry and dry
herself, then quickly dress and go downstairs.

   The dining room was a cavernous place.  Large fireplaces almost filled
the walls at each end of the room, and three glittering chandeliers lit the
massive hall.  To Bettina's eyes it looked like a King's palace.  There
were two places set on the big table, and the maid sat her at the opposite
end of it to the Baron.  She looked at the array of silver cutlery in front
of her, at the fine Chrystal goblets, and felt an acute lack of social
skills.  What was it all for?

   When the maid brought her a delicate porcelain bowl filled with soup,
Bettina looked up at her, confusion on her face.  The maid bent and
whispered, 'Start with the ones at the outside and work inwards!' Bettina
smiled in thanks, and picked up the soup spoon.  She was, however, puzzled
by the absence of bread to go with it.  Minutes later, still feeling
hungry, she watched the empty bowl being taken away with some
disappointment, but to her delight, the maid put a plate adorned with a
single fillet of white fish in front of her.  Bettina loved fish, but very
rarely got it, and she ate it slowly, savouring each mouthful.

   It was at this point that the maid, with tears in her eyes, filled the
crystal goblet with white wine, that glinted golden in the candle light.

   Now, Bettina had been brought up as a well-mannered girl, but this was
new territory for her.  She had never seen wine before, let alone tasted
it, and she had no idea of it's potential.  She sipped cautiously at it,
and finding it a little sour, did not really imbibe as freely as the
closely watching Baron would have liked.  She drank enough though, and her
increasingly casual and relaxed demeanour told the Baron that all was going
to plan.

   When her empty plate was removed she eyed the remaining cutlery with
some excitement.  There was still some left in front of her, and it held
the expectation of more lovely things!  And so it proved to be.  They next
dined on thinly sliced beef, and vegetables; some of which Bettina had
never seen before, and which she tasted with some trepidation.  Finding
nothing that wasn't to her liking, she proceeded to clear her plate.  All
that was left now was a spoon and fork, positioned above and at right
angles to where the other cutlery had been.  At home, this would definitely
mean pudding!  But what about here?  Everything was so different.  A minute
later, Bettina's query was answered by a crystal bowl full of delicious
white ice cream, topped with hot caramel sauce.  Without doubt, the
highlight of the meal.

   'I shall be back in a minute or two my dear.  Please go through into my
study, there's a fire there....more comfortable.' Said the Baron as left
the room, leaving Bettina to finish her wine on her own.

   She left the dining room, making her way, as he had indicated, into the
small room he used as a study.  It was wood panelled, with a thick red
carpet on the floor.  A large fire burning merrily in the grate. 
Bookshelves lined two walls and a desk stood in the centre of the room. 
Papers were piled in one corner of it, and a large green leather bound book
dominated the centre of it.  She walked round the room, examining the books
on the shelves.  Many were about famous artists.  Some were account books.
She turned at the sound of his voice.  Instead of his usual black coat and
stiff collar, he was wearing a long, heavy Chinese silk dressing gown that
buttoned up the front.

   'I see you like books.  I have a great many.  Would you like to see my
favourite one?' She nodded.  He sat at the desk and motioned for her to
join him.  She went and stood beside him.  'This is one I only recently
acquired, but it is definitely my favourite.  It cost me a great deal of
money.' Casually he opened it.  'I love books, but we only have a few at
home.  Mother says we can't afford them....' Her eyes fell upon the open
page, and her voice trailed away.  She lifted her hand to her mouth as she
looked at the illustration that filled the whole of one folio sized page.

   It was obviously the work of a skilled artist.  The man in the picture
was young and handsome, he lolled back in a large leather armchair.  A
pretty young girl stood in front of him, laughing, and Bettina was
surprised to see that she was wearing a blue dress identical to the one she
was wearing.  The girl was holding up her skirts and wore nothing beneath
so the young man could see the golden nest between her thighs that barely
covered the pouting lips that peeped through the hair.  All this was enough
to take her breath away, but there was worse, far worse.  The front of the
young man's trousers were undone, and through the opening thrust a pale
shaft with a pink head.  The young man was holding it lightly between his
finger and thumb, and seemed to be pointing it directly at the girl's rosy
opening.  Bettina had never seen a naked man, and she had not expected
anything remotely like this.  She stared at the picture with dreadful
fascination, unable to tear her eyes away.  She felt waves of heat rising
up her throat and flooding her cheeks.

   'I thought the girl looked remarkably like you, don't you think so, my
dear?' said the Baron.  'I don't know...' she whispered quietly.  'Look,
her dress is identical to yours!' She thought her legs would fold under her
as she felt the Baron's hand once again settle on the back of her knee. 
His fingers dallied for a moment, triggering flashes of energy that set her
trembling.  His touch seemed to burn her flesh as he gently moved his hand
up the back of her leg inside her dress, not hesitating, nor quickly
either, but with a casual confidence that took away her ability to resist
it.  Reaching her buttocks, the hand paused, caressing her bottom.

   The wine had done its work.  Instead of outrage or fear, Bettina thought
instead of the her new silk finery; the new 'grown up' underwear her mother
had bought her, and which only this morning she had adopted with such
pleasure.  A feeling of pride ran through her.  She felt very grown up.

   The Baron watched Bettina's face carefully as he ran his hand up her
leg. Passing his hand over her silk clad buttocks, he smiled.  Her mother
had dressed her for him, how thoughtful.  Knickerbockers were so
inconvenient.  A surge of expectation stiffened his penis.  She was not
objecting to his attentions.  He moved his hand upwards, then dipped it
into the elasticated waistband of her new panties, feeling the flesh of her
firm young bottom.  Still no objections.  He glanced up.  She was bright
pink, and staring at the picture of the young couple.  She glanced at him,
and he smiled back.  With his free hand he turned the page of the book. 
Bettina's eyes moved back to the pictures on the newly turned page.  The
girl was kneeling in front of the young man.  Bettina was horrified to see
that her hand was holding the long shaft that protruded from the boy's
trousers.  Her pudgy little fingers encircling it.  But it was the look on
their faces that amazed her the most.  The girl was gazing lovingly at the
fleshy object in her hand, a dreamy smile inhabiting her mouth.  The boy
was equally infatuated; laying back in the chair, his hands reaching out
for the girl, a positively rapturous expression on his face.

   She squirmed slightly as she felt the Baron's hand cup her buttock.  She
had been right.  The Baron was going to play with her secret place
again....then enlightenment hit her like a lightning bolt.

   All of a sudden she knew why little girl's underwear was so different to
women's, and somewhere deep inside her, that realisation was converted into
physical feelings.  Feelings that started in her belly and ran through her,
terminating in her secret place, but filling her whole body with a
heightened sense of awareness and expectation.  Then another thought
flashed into her mind.  Her mother had bought her these new
things....especially for this weekend....when she would be alone with the
Baron.  Did her mother know, or guess that this might happen??

   'Rembrandt always took artistic licence in my opinion, Bettina.'
Commented the Baron.  Bettina's jaw dropped.  The man who had painted the
face of God painted this?  The Baron continued.  'You're a big girl now, I
think you should know the truth in these matters.' She heard the rustle of
clothing.  'There you are, that is what it really looks like.'

   Looking down Bettina saw that the Baron had opened the front of his
robe, and that he wore nothing beneath.  She stared at the thing that stood
proud through the folds of his robe.  The painting was a pale and
romanticised representation of it.  The real thing in front of her rose
massively from a patch of dark hair and seemed as thick as her wrist.  The
head was not an insipid pink as the boy's was in the picture, but the
colour of a ripe plum; the slit in the end of it glaring at her like a
cyclopean eye.  She screwed her eyes tightly shut.  This was bad.  She had
been taught so at church.  It was the way to evil.  Father Jacob had said
so.  More sudden flashes of enlightenment.  Father Jacob sometimes visited
their house, and Bettina knew that he and her mother went up to her
bedroom.

   'Open your eyes, Bettina.' The Baron said quietly.  She remembered her
mother's instructions.  She opened them just a fraction.  The Baron was
turning the page of the big book and as he did so his hand delved further
into her silk panties, pushing them down to her thighs, his fingers moving
closer to her secret place.  The feeling that was circulating around her
lower torso suddenly flared and filled that private place of hers with
heat.

   Bettina closed her eyes again as the rest of the world seemed to fade
away, leaving just her and the Baron's fingers.  Suddenly those fingers did
something that she thought they shouldn't really do, but she moved her feet
apart slightly so they could do it more easily.  How could something so bad
feel like this?

   The Baron didn't miss Bettina's movement, nor did he fail to take
advantage of it.  He slid his hand along her vagina and began to lightly
massage her little clitoris, running a finger up to it through the folds of
her outer labia.  She was wet, and getting wetter.  Oh, how he loved the
young ones.  The younger they were the wetter they seemed to get.  They
were so ready.  Their bodies betraying them so quickly, leaving them ready
and waiting for him despite any misgivings they may have.

   Bettina was no different.  She may be unsure of what was going on, but
her body was absolutely aware of the proceedings and, according to the
wetness that was now trickling down her inner thigh, was more than ready
for what both it, and the Baron, knew was going to happen very shortly.  He
turned her to face him, then ran his other hand up her skirts.  He eased
her silk panties down and let them drop to the floor.  It would have been
so embarrassing to have the Baron fumbling with the cord of her cotton
knickerbockers, she thought, instead of just slipping them down like
this....

   When he showed her the picture of the girl lying under the boy and his
shaft buried in her to the hilt, she did not believe it possible.  Even as
Bettina gazed at the pictured couple, the Baron was sliding a finger in and
out of her tight little hole, his other hand stroking his aching cock. 
'Come over here Bettina, so we may be more comfortable.' She stepped out of
her discarded panties and he seated her on the sofa in front of the fire.
Then he went to a small table on which stood a crystal decanter of ruby red
liquid and two glasses.  He filled one glass and brought it to her.

   'Drink this....it will chase away all the doubts and worries!' he said
with a smile.  She choked and coughed at the sting of the liquor, but then
a marvellous glow spread through her, to her toes and finger tips.  He sat
beside her, stroked her hair and spoke to her softly.  'What a beautiful
girl you are, Bettina.  I've so looked forward to this weekend.' He slipped
an arm around her shoulders, bringing them closer together.  Lulled by the
alcoholic warmth in her belly and his mesmeric voice, she leaned her head
on his chest and relaxed against him.  His right hand was draped over her
shoulder and he caressed her right breast.  His left hand moved up her
legs, back to her secret place.  She let her thighs part, allowing him
complete access to her.

   'Shall we undo these little buttons?' the Baron asked Bettina.  She
nodded dumbly, and her hands moved to do as he bid.  She watched them, as
if in a dream, the liquor now having removed her inhibitions completely. 
The Baron had to supress a laugh as Bettina began to undress.  This was
beyond his wildest dreams!  He had expected to have to do it himself, with
Bettina objecting.

   He eased the dress off her shoulders and she stood up to let the garment
fall to the floor.  She lifted her arms when he peeled her chemise from her
torso and returned his smile when he removed her brassiere to reveal her
pink pointed breasts.

   She was naked in the candlelight.  Her child like body was pale and
white, like milk in a jug.  She felt no shame as he smiled at her and
fondled her bottom, suckling her breasts and kissing her face.  The port
wine had worked its magic on Bettina, smoothing away her fears and
suppressing her inhibitions.  She turned this way and that at the gentle
urging of his hands.  He stood up and she watched him as he shed his robe.
Again the real thing was much different to the pictures in the book.  The
boy was pale, smooth and slim.  The man standing in front of her was a
different animal altogether.  His complexion was darker.  The muscles in
his arms and torso rippled when he moved, his chest was covered in a light
coating of dark hair which ran down his belly and surrounded his erect
manhood.  His testicles were large and round, his legs looked strong and
powerful.

   Bettina stared at him like a rabbit hypnotised by a snake.  For a few
moments her mind raced as she tried to take in the unfamiliar sight before
her.  She felt both frightened and at the same time elated.  There was
something about this naked man that she found irresistible.  She felt an
urge to go to him, to hold him and to be close to him, to bring her own
nakedness to his.  But the sight of his penis kept her motionless.  The
Baron was not a small man, and his twenty centimetre penis would have made
any man proud.  It stood upright at an angle of forty five degrees from his
body, it's head seeming to watch her, it's single eye fastened on her; the
snake about to strike.

   To Bettina, who now knew where it was supposed to go, it looked
absolutely huge!

   'There now, we're both as God intended.' murmured the Baron.  Confusion
ran amok in Bettina's mind.  As God intended?  But surely this was wicked,
Father Jacob had told them at church....then from somewhere she couldn't
quite place, she heard another, quieter voice.  'People made clothes, not
God!' said the quiet voice.  'But surely this is the way to Hell?' she
asked it.  'How can things made by God be evil?  Look at him, is he not one
of God's works of art?' the voice asked her.  Bettina gazed at the naked
man before her.  He did look quite beautiful, magnificent, really. 
Frightening and magnificent all at the same time.  The liquor coursed
faster through her veins.  'And are you not also just as beautiful?'
Bettina looked down at her own body.  'Are we not all made in the image of
God himself?' The demon drink continued.  'God made you and he, just the
way you both are now, so how can that be evil?  Don't you think this must
be the way God wants it?' The confusion was settling.  Bettina nodded
slightly, it all made sense.  She began to see it all now.  For a moment
she considered her body and that of the man before her.  Yes, it was how
God had made them.  It was how He intended.  After all, didn't Father Jacob
do it, and her mother as well?  It was all so obvious now.

   The port wine was thoroughly in agreement with her.

   The Baron moved back to the sofa, and she sat next to him.  Her
breathing increased a pace, and her eyes swivelled to watch the snake as it
came closer.  He took her unresisting hand and wrapped it around his cock.
It jerked as though it had life of its own, and she was surprised to feel
how hot and hard it was.  He closed his hand over hers, and began to move
them up and down, showing her what he wanted.  She mastered the action in
seconds, and the Baron lay back, his eyes closed.

   Bettina now fully understood the situation.  She was doing the same as
the girl in the picture.  He wanted her to do the same things as the girl
in the blue dress.  She WAS the girl in the blue dress!  She remembered the
picture of the copulating young couple and looked at the Baron's cock in
her hand.  It was too big.  It would never go in her, she was too small. 
She was sure the Baron would understand and forgive her.

   When he began to moan softly she stopped, fearing she was hurting him,
but he said, 'Don't stop!  Just like that!' So she continued, reassured. 
Suddenly he let out a deep shuddering sigh, and amazed her with a jet of
milky fluid shooting from the snake's single eye!  It splashed across her
wrist and his belly and as she continued her action, he grasped her wrist
and said, 'That's enough, Bettina!' Smiling, he slowly sat up.  'Thank you
Bettina, you've made me very happy.  You're very good at that.' She smiled,
pleased that she had made him happy.  She watched him absent mindedly as he
slipped from the sofa and knelt on the floor.  He put his hands on her
knees, moving them apart.  Bending, he lowered his face between her thighs
and she felt his moustache tickling them.

   'What are you doing?' she cried in alarm, and tried to sit up.  But he
gently held her down.  She cried out again and fell back across the sofa as
his mouth covered her secret place.  His tongue caressed her labia, then
parted them and its hot wet ministrations caused her to arch her back and
cry out.  She was overcome by a sensation so intense she feared she might
feint, but her legs clamped the Baron's head so hard that for a moment he
too felt dizzy.

   Floating in a hazy post orgasmic stupor, Bettina did not realise the
Baron had moved.  He gently lifted her legs up and apart, moving closer to
her, his penis nudging her body.  That body, however, was more than ready
for him.  She was dripping wet, her vagina was well lubricated and hot as
blood surged around her lower belly.  The ripples of her orgasm had flexed
her unused virgin passage, preparing it and making it eager for her
deflowering.  It was not to be disappointed.

   The Baron gently moved his hips forward, pushing the dark red knob of
his big cock easily past Bettina's tight, wet labia and into her oily
vagina.  Her alcohol and orgasm induced state of relaxation enabled him to
subdue her maidenhead easily, stretching it until it gave in to the
inevitable, and, having done its duty for twelve years, it snapped and
admitted a man for the first time.

   Feeling the prick of pain, Bettina's eyes flashed open.  She tried to
close her legs, but they only clamped his hips.  She put her hands on his
chest, but lacked the strength to fend him off.  She realised that the pain
was only momentary; that she wasn't being torn apart by the Baron's huge
penis.  She looked down at his shaft as it slowly disappeared centimetre by
centimetre into her.  She could feel it's big head forcing apart her tight
passage as the Baron pushed it relentlessly into her slick hole.

   Exhausted from her first climax, her will sapped by the liquor, she just
lay there panting, unable to resist him or his big cock as they overpowered
her body and her senses.  She felt full of him, as though the snake was
consuming her entire being from the inside.  Incredible sensations began to
build in her as he moved slowly back and forth inside her young, tight
body; her wet, velvet passage massaging him, embracing and caressing him,
urging his cock to give up the fluid it craved.

   Bettina relaxed, giving herself over to him, allowing him free reign
over her.  No more protestations or resistance, just a blind obedience to
his demands; acceptance of him and his cock as the Baron fucked her towards
another climax.  He began to move faster and faster, his thrusting making
her small breasts quiver.  Bending over her, he spread her legs wider,
easing them down almost to her shoulders, his cock now plunging deep into
her, the head crashing into her cervix at the end of each powerful stroke.

   He felt her fingers on his shoulders, gripping him, her nails sending
little flashes of pain, heightening his already intense pleasure.  She
began to cry out, her vagina gripping him tightly, pulsating, milking him
of the semen that burst from his bulging balls.  With a deep growl he gave
a last, strong thrust.  She arched her back in the throes of her first cock
induced climax, clinging onto him as he threw back his head and shot his
sperm deep into her.  His cock spasming time after time, filling her with
the potent liquid.

   She fell back on the sofa, whimpering and gasping for breath.  The
Baron, wide eyed and breathless, shakily stood up, and viewed his conquest.


   Bettina lay sprawled across the sofa.  Her legs spread wide, her right
arm and leg dangling on the floor.  A stream of semen oozed from her.  Her
once closed light pink labia were now almost red and slightly parted, the
glow of her orgasm spreading from there up her belly to her chest and her
face.

   'That,' mused the Baron, 'is one well fucked little girl'

   They retired to Bettina's room and for the next two hours, Bettina
eagerly learned what pleased a man and brought pleasure to herself.  They
sucked and licked each other and she coughed a little when he came in her
mouth the first time.  But she learned quickly and, hearing again the words
she had first heard at her mother's bedroom door, 'Suck a little longer my
dear...' swallowed easily the second time.

   She sat astride him with an earnest expression and learned how to fuck a
man; but she giggled insanely when he positioned her on all fours and
mounted her from behind.

   In the morning the maid found them curled up together, fast asleep. 
When her mother came later in the morning, Bettina said nothing about the
night and its adventures.  She did wonder, though, why her mother had tears
in her eyes when she asked on the train home, 'Will I be staying with the
Baron again, Mamma?' 'Would you like to?  I'm sure he'd agree.' Her mother
responded as she counted the money the Baron had given her.  She shook her
head ever so slightly when Bettina replied, 'Why, yes Mamma, he has a
lovely house, and the food is quite delicious.' 'And what of the Baron
himself?' queried Elizabeth, noting the increase in her daughter's colour.
'Oh, He's....er....very nice.' 'Hmmm....Yes, so it would seem....'

   Elizabeth folder the notes and put them in her purse.  Bettina watched
her mother and the money.  'I was right', she thought, 'Mamma did dress me
for him.  And he's given her all that money.  I think Mamma will be wanting
me to visit the Baron again.;

   She absent mindedly fingered the gold necklace she was wearing....