Sold As A Slave (M/g spank reluc roman) Written by cc When I was ten my mommy sold me to a man. I don't mean like a prostitute, I mean like a slave. My mom was pretty poor. A lot of times we didn't have very much to eat. I had a little brother, too. I think mom really didn't like me very much. She was always mad, or sad. Sometimes she'd hit me. She liked my little brother a lot. But even though I tried to help her, and take care of my brother, and stuff, she never said anything nice to me. She bought him new clothes, sometimes, but I always had to wear her old clothes. Sometimes she didn't even try to cut them or pin them up to fit me. Then this man came along, Mr. ****. I think he saw me playing outside on the street and found out where I lived. He talked with my mom for a long time. The next thing I knew, we were on a plane! I'd never even been to the airport before, let alone flown. It was cool! Then we landed in a foreign country. Everybody looked strange and some of them dressed strange too. Mr. **** said we were in *****. He took us to a hotel that was really fancy. We had great food and soft beds to sleep in. He left us alone for awhile, then he came back with some papers that he gave to mom. He signed them and she signed them. He gave her a folder; it had some money in it, and plane tickets. Then he looked at me and said, "Well, little missy, that's it. You're mine, now." I didn't understand what he meant, and I just looked at him, and at my mom. She kinda looked mean or sad or something, and she said, "That's right, sis. I just sold you to him. You're his slave now, so better get used to it. Now I don't have to worry about you anymore, or about anything!" And she waved the money around with a big smile. I couldn't talk, or even think, I was so...numb, or something. I don't even know if I was sad, or mad. I couldn't feel anything. Mr. **** gave my mom a kinda dirty look, and put his arms around my shoulders and sorta guided me out the door. He took me to a big house way off by itself. He said it was his. There were some servants there, but nobody else. He took me to a room that was all done up real pretty, with hearts and flowers and stuff on the walls, and heart-shaped pillows. There were some dolls and stuffed animals, too. Seeing that room made me sort of wake up, and I said, "Is this my room?" all kinda excited-like. He just smiled and nodded. I jumped on the bed and hugged one of the pillows to my chest. "I love it! Thanks a lot, Mr. ****!" I bounced around the room looking at everything and checking out all the dolls. After a while Mr. **** came into the room and sat on my bed. He patted it and told me to sit down next to him. "Do you know what is going on?" he asked me. I just shook my head. I hadn't been thinking of anything, really, and the new room had made me forget what little I was thinking about. "In this country, in *****, slavery is legal. Do you know what it means if someone is a slave?" I nodded, but I wasn't really so sure. I think he knew that, because he went on, "If someone is a slave, she belongs to someone else. Someone owns her. She has to do everything that her master tells her to do, and her master can do anything her wants to with her. If she doesn't obey him, he can punish her. Do you think you understand?" I sorta gulped, and nodded. I thought I was beginning to catch on. He continued, "I don't mean to be mean, but I don't think your mom cared about you very much. She sold you to me to be my slave. I didn't even have to pay as much for you as I was prepared to. See, I'd been watching you for a while, for a long time before I got to know your mom. Do you know why I was watching you?" I shook my head. "Because you're the cutest little girl I've seen in my whole life. You are so sweet, and precious, and pretty. You're like a little angel to me. I just fell in love with you." I didn't know what to make of that. But it sorta felt good, to know that someone grown-up thought that about me. He went on, "When I saw how your mom treated you, I didn't like it at all. You should have pretty clothes to wear and at least a few toys. I know your mom didn't have much money, but she wasn't taking care of you as well as she could have." I nodded, `cause I'd always thought the same thing. It made me feel better to know that I wasn't just being selfish or anything. "That's why I bought you," he said, "So that I could take care of you, and cherish you, and teach you, and raise you. And so that I could punish you, and use you like a slave." I'd been getting a kinda warm, fuzzy feeling about what he was saying, but that last bit brought me up short. I jumped a bit, and stared up at him. "That's right, I said punish you, and use you. You're my slave. I'm your master. You do what I say, or I punish you. Sometimes I'll punish you just because I want to. Like right now." Suddenly he grabbed me, and pulled me over his lap. Before I knew it he had tossed the hem of my pretty little sundress up, pulled down my panties, and started spanking me! WAP-WAP-WAP! his hand went on my bare bottom, and I yelped, "AH! OH! Oh, Mr. ****! Oh, please!" but he just kept spanking me for a while. It stung my little bottom, but I guess I must admit, it didn't hurt that bad. But it was so embarrassing! A man was spanking me on my bare bottom, and I was only ten! I started to cry. Suddenly he picked me up off his lap and gave me a big hug. I didn't know what to do; I sorta hugged him back without thinking, and it felt so good to have his arms around me, holding me, and rubbing my back, and to hear him whispering how much he loved me. I sobbed for a little while, but pretty soon I quieted down. Around that time I noticed that his hands had run down my back and lifted my dress, and he was rubbing my bare bottom. It was still a little sore from the spanking, but his warm hands felt so good as he squeezed my little bottom cheeks, pushing them together and then pulling them apart, so that I could feel the air on my little rosebud. My head sorta felt swimmy, and I was so sleepy. I yawned. He picked me up real soft, and laid me down on the bed, and pulled the covers up to my chin. He kissed me on the forehead, saying, "Good night, angel!" Then he turned out the light and closed the door. I fell asleep even as he was walking down the hall. The next day I woke up to smell bacon, and muffins, and other great stuff. I jumped out of bed and ran towards the aroma. Before I got there I saw Mr. **** sitting at a big table, with all kinds of good-looking food on it. He called me over and told me to sit down next to him and dig in. He didn't have to tell me twice! While we were eating he talked to me some more. "From now on, you are to call me any one of the following names: `Daddy', `Master', or `Sir'. Do you understand?" I nodded slowly. "Tell me that you understand me," he commanded. "I understand," I replied. "'I understand' what?" he demanded. I got it. "I understand...Sir." "That's better. Do you know why you can call me `Daddy'?" I shook my head. "Because along with buying you as my slave, I also adopted you. Legally you're my daughter now." I don't know why, but that made me feel good. I guess it must have showed, because he asked me, "Do you like that idea?" "Yes, Daddy!" I giggled. "So do I, angel, so do I," he answered. "Are you done eating?" I nodded. "Good. Because I think I'd like to punish you now." I just gaped at him as he pushed his chair back. Somehow I hadn't really thought about what happened the night before. I had no idea he was going to do it again, so soon. Almost without thinking I got up and shuffled over to him, ready to be pulled down over his lap for a spanking. But as I did, he stood up too. He led me away from the table a bit, then he just pulled my little sundress right up over my head and off me! Now all I had on was my little panties, my kneesocks, and my saddle shoes. I was so embarrassed, `cause he could see my little nipples. I could feel myself turning red, all the way down to my chest. "You're so beautiful, so gorgeous," he said. I was so anxious, and trembling, that I hardly heard him, but still a part of me did, and it made me feel really good to know that he thought I was beautiful. "Your breasts were really made for the riding crop, you know," he continued. I didn't know what he meant, but I soon found out! He went to a drawer in a nearby cabinet a pulled something out. I guess it was a riding crop. It was a sort of whippy like thing with a flat end, made out of leather. Before I knew it he just brought it down right across my little nipples, SWAP! I cried out, "AAAA!" and kept on yelping as he whipped me again and again. Boy, did it sting! By the time he stopped my little nipples were kinda red and stiff. He put the riding crop down and put his hands on my little breasts. It was so embarrassing to be only ten and have a grown man holding my little nipples! I whimpered and squirmed. But he just rubbed them and rubbed them, and it did feel good, somehow, to have him rubbing my breasts after he whipped them. A week or two went by. Every day he punished me, usually by spanking me, sometimes by whipping me on my breasts. We did other stuff, too. He showed me some schoolbooks he had gotten for me. I was glad that I was going to be learning things. He took me around the city and showed me different sights. We even went to church. Afterwards he sat me down and talked to me. "You're probably wondering why I'm doing all this, aren't you, little one?" he asked me. I nodded. "I'll try to explain it to you. But to do that, I need to know how much you know about some things," he said. "You know what `sex' is, don't you?" I nodded again, kinda slowly; I wasn't too sure about where this was going! "And you know what sexual desire is?" I didn't really know what he meant, so I sorta cocked my head at him. "Do you know what happens to a man when he wants to have sex with a girl?" I shook my head. "Well, he gets very excited in his mind, and often his penis gets stiff. Do you know what that means?" I giggled and nodded. I told him I'd seen my little brother's penis get stiff before. "A grown man's penis is bigger, of course, and I doubt that your little brother was thinking about having sex when he got that way! Anyway, the important thing to know is that some men get sexually excited about some things, and some by another. For some it's enough to just think about having sex with a pretty girl. For others, there are other things they want to think about as well." "Let me tell you about something that may seem kind of strange to you," he said. "Now you know that most men can be sexually excited by seeing a pretty woman and thinking about having sex with her, don't you?" I nodded my head slowly. "Well some men will get sexually excited by many other things having to do with a woman. Some of them might seem weird. All of these unusual ways of sexual excitement are called "fetishes". Some men have to have their fetish as part of sex in order to be sexually excited, others just like it more with it than without it. "Let me give you an example: believe it or not, some men are sexually excited at the thought of a woman wearing high heeled shoes, or red shoes, or both. They can't get fully sexually excited unless she's wearing the right shoes. Other men with a similar fetish might only need to imagine that she's wearing certain shoes to get more excited. Do you understand?" I nodded again. "As you might have guessed, I, too, have a fetish. Actually two of them. "One is that I enjoy spanking and punishing a pretty girl. Oh, I can have sex without it, but with it it is much more enjoyable. But that's not all... "My other desire is to have sex with a very young girl. A girl who is slender, like you..." And he traced his hand down my side. "And has slim hips, like yours," he said as he patted my bottom. "And no more than little buds for breasts," he said as he slid his hand from my belly to my chest, tracing a finger over first one of my nipples, then the other, making me tremble. "I saw you playing on the street. You're so cute, and adorable, I noticed you right away. And I could see you were kind of sad, somehow, and when I met your mother and saw how she treated you, I thought I knew why. I wanted you. I wanted to be your father, and protect you, and love you, and cherish you. And I wanted to be your master, to have you as my slave-wife, to punish you, and use you, and rape you. And now I have you, and I can be your father, and your husband, and your master." I'm going to leave it up to you, little one. Your mother doesn't want you; I do. But if you want me to, I will go back to her, and see if she'll take you back. If she doesn't want to, and I don't think she will, then I will make sure you're taken care of. But you won't be able to stay with me; it would be too hard on me to have you near me, and not be able to have you as I want to. I'll find a boarding school, or orphanage, or something like that, and pay for your care." But, if you're willing, you can stay with me, and be my slave, and my daughter, and my wife. So what do you say, little one?" He waited, staring at my face. I looked down at my hands in my lap for a while. I was so confused. I knew, somehow, that I ought to be freaked at the idea of staying with him, but... "I want to stay with you, Daddy," I heard myself saying. He picked me up and held me in a big hug for a long time. It felt so good to be held like that, so strong and gentle. His aftershave smelt good. I buried my face in his neck as he nuzzled my hair. After a while he set me down. He cupped my chin in his hand and tilted my face up to look in my eyes. "I think it's high time you were punished, young lady. Take off your panties," he ordered. I slid them off, anxious and kinda shaking. He bent me under his arm and gave me a brisk, business-like spanking, WAPWAPWAPWAP! on my bare bottom. "OOOO! AH! O-O-O!" I yelped, and danced from foot to foot as he spanked me and spanked me on my bare bottom. It was so embarrassing, being only ten, and getting spanked on my naked bottom by a grown man. I could feel my face getting red, and my bottom, too! Finally, with a last heavy SMACK! he was done. I sniffed and whimpered a bit. He rubbed my bottom kinda softly, and soon my whimpers turned to gasps, as he slid his hand towards my private parts. He stood me up, and as he did so he moved his hand around my hip and slid between my legs. He cupped my naked girlcleft in his hand, and I jumped and squealed. Then all of a sudden he began to spank me, right on my little cleftlips and clitoris! WAP-WAP-WAP! I cried out wildly, "AAAAAA! OO-OO-OO!" With his other hand he slipped between my bottom cheeks, and just pushed his fingers into my anus, pushing them in and out of me as I kinda moved around and moaned. The idea of having a grown man so expose and abuse me, being just ten years old, was so strong. I felt like I was going to faint. After he was done punishing me, he rubbed me gently, this time right on my anus and cleft. Soon my breath was coming short, my mouth dry, my knees weak. I had never felt such a tingle in my little nubbin before. It was so much more intense than when I would just rub it myself in bed at night. It felt like it was supposed to do something else...but it didn't, yet. He stopped, and just held me for a while, rocking me back and forth. Soon I fell asleep in his arms. The next day he drove me to a small building in the city. He said it was a "justice of the peace", whatever that is. We went inside, and the next thing I know, there's a wedding going on, and it's his and mine! They had an organ playing and everything. And when the "justice" asked me if "I do", I said Yes! Then we had a wonderful day, going out to eat, and shopping, and going to the zoo. I was so happy. That night, when we were back home, he called me into the big bedroom. He told me that I was a very naughty girl, and I had to be punished. By now I knew that he was sort of kidding about being naughty, but that I sure was going to be punished! He pulled me over his lap, pulled down my panties, and spanked me over and over on my bare bottom. Then he sat me on the bed and pushed the straps of my dress off my shoulders, so that it fell to my hips. My nipples were kinda stiff over my little breast buds. He took them in his hands, and sorta squeezed and rubbed them for a while, while I gasped and moaned. Then he took a riding crop to them, smacking me on my little breasts again and again as I cried out wildly. He stood me up and pulled my dress off me, exposing me completely. Now I stood naked, a ten-year-old girl in front of a grown man. I blushed to know that he could see my little girlcleft, peeping out from between my thighs. I didn't get to think about it for long, though. He walked slowly around me, slapping the strap-end of the riding crop into his palm, as I trembled and whimpered. Suddenly it flashed out, whipping me on my calves, then again and again on my thighs, back and front. He spent some time disciplining me on my bare buttocks with the crop as I danced and yelped. He strode around in front of me and swung the strap-end back and forth against my little mons and cleft-lips. I was swaying on my feet by now, mouth dry, knees weak, breath short, and a strange wetness between my legs. I felt kinda faint `cause of the punishment being so intense. He put me on the bed in knee-chest position. I knew that my anus was bared to his gaze. I never dreamed of being punished there, but that's what he did. He whipped me over and over on my tender, delicate anus, as I moaned and cried out. Finally he was rubbing me, over and over, on my anus and my cleft. He put some lubricant on his fingers, and then he pierced my anus, and penetrated and probed me deeply, with two, and then three fingers. His other hand seized my clitoris, pinching and twisting it. I was bucking and sobbing, yipping and yelping. The next thing I knew, something big and hard was penetrating me. He was raping my anus! I nearly screamed at the sensation of being stretched so much by a grown man's rod piercing my little rosebud, and at the thought of being only ten and so abused by a grown man. He pounded into me, thrusting his whole length in, then nearly withdrawing fully, before ramming into me again. He reached around and continued to molest my clitoris as he raped my anus. Soon that burning feeling was rising in my cleft. It spread and grew, until I was shaking and sobbing, bucking and rocking, and crying out, "Oh, Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! AAAAA!" A wave of intense feeling flashed through me, building and building. Meanwhile he was shuddering and shaking, too, pressing his hips against my buttocks, his rod fully penetrating me. Finally the feeling began to fade, leaving a wonderful glow behind. We both collapsed on the bed together, and he held me and kissed me, and told me how much he loved me. I fell asleep listening to him, his rod still inside me. In the middle of the night I woke up to find him spanking my thighs. It startled me, but he swept me up in his arms and held me til I relaxed. Then he sent me to the bathroom with a swat on my bottom as I giggled. When I came back, he sat me on his lap, facing away from him, with my thighs apart. He spanked me again and again directly on my little girlcleft. I yipped and yiped. Then he laid me back on the bed and kissed me all over. He started at my forehead, then my glabella and eyelids. He kissed my nose, and then full on my lips, long and sweet. Then he slid down my neck until he reached my chest. He fastened on first one nipple, then the other, biting and sucking them as I trembled and whimpered. He moved to my stomach, and paused to blow a flurbish in my bellybutton, making me giggle. He pretended to be stern, saying "No laughing, young lady!" and he smacked my cleft once, sharply, making me gasp. Then he was there, nearly raping me with his lips and tongue, pushing hard against my maidenhead, making me cry out. He caught my clitoris in a long, excruciating bite between his tongue and teeth. I shuddered and moaned, louder and louder as he continued to work my little clitoris, bringing that wave of burning on and on. He rose up over me and positioned the head of his erect rod at my cleftlips. Then with one firm thrust he penetrated me, raping me of my maidenhead. I screamed one short scream, then sobbed and shook, as he lay still buried inside of me. I could feel him pulsating. He kissed my hair and stroked my shoulders, soothing me. After a while my distress died down to the occasional sob and sniffle. He began to rape me in earnest, long hard strokes penetrating to my cervix, pinning me to the bed. I cried out rhythmically with each thrust. He raped me faster and harder, rocking me on the bed. Soon his firm tool was forcing me to come, bucking, nearly screaming. He punished me with a few more forceful strokes before he allowed himself to come, pouring his seed into my abused preteen vagina. Afterwards I lay in his arms, as he again murmured into my ear of his love for me. It felt so good to know that I was his daughter, and wife, and slave. To know that I was loved, and cherished. And punished! The End. cc All comments deliriously welcomed! ccccc12345@lavabit.com