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This story was produced as adult o o entertainment and should not be read by minors. o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o o Alana's Virginity by Nikodas (gamergeek555@gmail.com) *** A preteen girl's virginity is sold to a lewd photographer who makes a deal with her father. (Mg, pre-teen, ped, nc, rp, 1st, voy) *** "Go over to that pole and straddle it," is the order he gives her. With an ever so slight sigh, she moves to the stripper pole. She is wearing a nearly shear, and extremely tight fitting, crop-topped shirt, that did very little to hide her small nipples, and only extended an inch or so below her small breasts. She has on a pair of cut-off denim shorts, that are probably a size or two too small for her. Her accessories consist of a straw, cow-girl hat and sandals. She isn't allowed to wear anything more, and she is only twelve years old. This wasn't the first time she'd done this, or something similar anyway. She'd been at it for about two years now, ever since her dad had discovered he could use these lewd photos as a means to get money out of her, and her dad was always looking for "easy" money. Easy for him anyway... This photographer's name is Paul. He is about the same age as her dad, with a thinning hairline, and a goatee. His hair and goatee are tinged with grey, though he really couldn't have been past his 40s. This man was bossy, more bossy then other photographers she'd posed for, and he looked at her with a desire in his eyes she'd not seen before. He has her get into an uncomfortable pose. Her butt resting on her heels, and her knees straddling his stripper pole. He has her reach out with her right hand and grasp the pole, turn slightly towards him, revealing her nipples and tits to the camera. He allows her to put her left hand on the ground behind her for support. The cowgirl hat on her head makes keeping an eye on the camera hard, but she is good at following orders. "Good," he said after a few shots. "Now, I want you to unbutton your shorts and fold the top over. Show the men jacking off to you that you're not wearing any panties." She scowls at him, but sits up, unbuttons her shorts, folds them down, and gets back into pose. "Nice, nice," he said as he starts taking shots again. He mutters to himself as he moves around her, but she catches a few words. "Slut," and others that more annoys her than anything. "Now stay there, just like that. I need to talk to your dad," was the next set of instructions. Her dad, a large, pot-bellied man whom she'd always feared, was sitting in the back of the room. He always sits in and watches these little shows, making sure she wasn't hurt. Not really out of any love, she didn't think, but more so his source of money wasn't damaged. That's all she was to him, and she knew it, a source of easy money. The photographer walks back to her dad. She could tell by the look in her dad's eyes the conversation was about money. As they were talking she notices her arms getting tired, and her legs cramping. She wants to move, but knows better than to disobey an order. After a couple minutes though, she dares to stretch out her legs, left first, then right, to relax the cramped muscles. The conversation between photographer and dad lasts for a bit longer. No doubt they were haggling over every penny, her dad was like that. Finally though there were nods and handshakes. She sighs again, wondering what fate has in store for her next. Then, to her surprise and shock, her dad gets up and walks out of the room. He doesn't even so much as look back at her. She starts to sit up, to see where he was going, but Paul steps into her gaze. "Well, little bitch, you're mine," he said. She looks up at him in shock, and is frightened by the look in his eyes. "You're dad tells me you're a virgin," and he laughs a cruel little laugh. "How he managed to keep that intact after two years of doing this, I'll never know." He walks over to her and kneels down in front of her. Eyeing her from head to toe with undisguised lust, a treatment she wasn't really used to. After a moment he reaches a hand out to her and caresses her cheek. She pulls back slightly from him, but manages to hold her pose. With a laugh he reaches down to her chest and grabs her right tit. This surprises her, and in shock she losing her poise and falls onto her back. He just laughs and remains where he was. "Get up, bitch," he orders in a harsh tone. "Get up and get back on that pole." She does, as she doesn't know what else to do. She puts herself back into that uncomfortable position and looks up at Paul with a new respect, born out of fear. "Good, good little bitch," he says to her softly. "Don't pull away this time, slut," and with those words he, again, starts pawing at her face, neck and her tits. He grabs a handful of tit, she doesn't really have that much more than a handful, and squeezes. Harder and harder he squeezes until his knuckles are white, and she cries out in pain. "Yes, yes, that's it. Let it all out, slut," he says with closed eyes. "You are mine for the evening, and it's time you learn what that means." He gets up from in front of her, released her tit in the process, and moves into his living room. He looks around for a moment, as she is rubbing her now-sore breast. He settles on the couch and lounges on it, facing her. "Get over here, you slut," was the next order. She scowls at being called a slut, but she's thankful that she no longer has to hold this pose. She gets up, stretches out her sore muscles, and looks at him. With a sigh she makes her way across the room to stand next to the couch where he can easily see her. "Good," he says with a smirk, "you know how to follow orders." He motions her around to the side of the couch and orders, "Stand here." She walks over and stands where he told her to. Now in range of his hands, he starts pawing at her legs, "Very nice," he mutters to himself. When his hands reach the edge of her shorts, however, he grabs the bottom and rips them off of her. She yelps, but finds the shorts are down to her ankles before she can grab them. "Step out of them, bitch," he orders her. With another sigh she finally understands what the conversation this perverted man had with her dad. She'd always hoped to give her virginity to her knight. To the man who got her away from her dad, to her rescuer, but, as she thinks on it, she should have expected this. Knowing she has no choice, and knowing that this man might turn violent if she disobeys, she steps out of her shorts, and her sandals, and allows Paul to toss them over the back of the couch. Alana stands before this man, nude from the waist down, and trembling in fear. Paul turns and resumes his pawing. Starting at the back of her kneels, he traces his hands up to her hips, then reaches behind and grabs her ass cheeks, squeezing almost painfully. With his thumbs, however, he works his way to her pussy. He runs his thumbs up and down her slit, and comments to himself about the smoothness of her skin, and her lack of bush. He explores her most private spot and eventually, using only his thumbs, he parts the outer lips and looks at the pink inside. Finally he looks up to her face and asks, "Are you really a virgin, girl?" She nods, "Yes, sir," she replies automatically. "Have a boy ever seen you naked?" "My dad, a few times, after photo shoots. He'll have me take all my clothing off and look me over to make sure the photographers didn't leave any marks." "Yeah, I'm sure that's the only reason. Well," Paul pauses for a moment then sits back. "Lucky me," he says. He looks up at this trembling, dark skinned girl. "You don't look quite American, girl. Where are you from?" Alana rolls her eyes and sighs. "I'm told I like a lot like my great-grandmother. She was from some island out in the pacific ocean, somewhere. Can we get on with this, please? I know what you want and I really don't want to be here all day." Paul sits up and becomes angry. "Your dad just sold you to me, so don't get snippy, bitch. We'll move along at my pace, and if you speak out of turn again... I'll hurt you." She places a hand on her hip and looks down at him, "And upset my dad? I doubt it... you're just as scared of him as I am and..." Paul reaches up and grabs her right nipple. He pinches and twists hard, until Alana falls to her kneels and cries out, then he twist even harder. The little twelve year old desperately grabs at Paul's hands, begging him to stop between screams. When he releases her he also shoves her back, causing her to fall onto the floor. "Now that I have your attention, bitch, understand that your dad told me I could do anything to you. Anything that wouldn't leave a mark, that would ruin your picture quality," he says with a sneer. "There are so many ways I can hurt you, so many ways I will..." he lets his voice trail off. "Now, since you're in such a rush, get your ass up here," he orders the crying girl. Alana slowly picks herself up, grabbing the couch for support. Paul, however, gets impatient and grabs her arms, pulling them into his lap. "Hurry and take my pants off, bitch," he orders the now-terrified girl. Too afraid to disobey she fumbles with his pants, eventually managing to remove them, though he has to help her a bit. Frustrated and annoyed, Paul also takes his underwear off as he stands to remove his pants. His dick, the first one Alana has seen, stands at attention right in front of her. Despite her fear her eyes lock onto it, and she watches intently as he sits back and she finds it pointing right at her face. His dick is a large example of a male, ranging in at nine inches long, and about two inches thick. Fully erect already, and hardly more than Alana can get her hand around. She stares at it without moving, and again Paul becomes impatient. "Well, bitch, there it is, now do something with it," he orders in a hateful tone. "But, I don't really know what to do," she timidly replies. "Grab it with your hands, slut, and stick the tip in your mouth. Swirl your tongue around the tip, and move your hands up and down. It's not hard, you little bitch!" As Paul gives these orders, Alana looks at him in disgust, and shakes her head no. He reaches out, grabs her head, and shoves the girl onto his cock. "SUCK IT, BITCH!" She clamps her mouth shut and shakes her head no. Paul keeps one hand on the back of Alana's neck and uses the other to grab her nipple again. Again he clamps his fingers down and twists. With tears in her eyes the girl keeps her mouth shut refusing to submit to him. "Open your mouth, slut, or I'll rip your tit off!" Paul says in anger, and he twists even harder. Unable to resist any longer the poor girl screams, and as soon as her mouth is open Paul pulls on her head with both hands. The girl finds her scream muffled by a hard cock. She closes her eyes and starts to cry again, Paul isn't having it though. He shoves with his hips, using his hands to hold her head still. Quickly he shoves his dick down the girl's throat, gagging her, but he doesn't care. He just keeps shoving, cutting off her air supply. Alana starts to panic, but she is unable to pull away from him. Paul starts moving her back and forth on his cock, but she doesn't even realize what's happening. The edges of her vision start to go dark, and her struggles weaken, but still Paul keeps face-fucking the twelve year old. Just at the edge of unconsciousness, however, Paul releases her and pulls back. Alana falls to the ground, gasping for breath. Her position, on all fours, gives Paul an idea however. As the tiny girl is trying to get her breath back, and distracted by her near-suffocation, Paul slides off the couch and gets behind her. He takes aim at her virgin cunt and slowly places his cock at the entrance. He slides the tip up and down her slit, and it's only then that Alana realizes what's going on, but she's too frightened to really fight him. She lowers her head to the floor. "No... no, please don't... please don't," she begs over and over. Paul just laughs, finds her hole and, with a pop, slides the tip of his dick in. "OH!" she exclaims as she feels him enter her. Paul just chuckles and grabs her hips. "I'm going to fuck you now, little slut, and I want to hear you scream!" Paul threatens. "Please don't... please don't," the frightened little girl keeps saying, only partially paying attention to what Paul is doing. Finally however, Paul shoves foreword, his hands holding the tiny girl's hips in place. There is no preamble, no foreplay, no care if the girl enjoys it or not. Paul shoves into her, tearing past her hymen, and not stopping his pressure until the tip of his cock is wedged against the girl's cervix. Alana screams in pain and terror from the moment he starts shoving, and she doesn't stop until all the air in her lungs is emptied. Paul slaps her ass, "Doesn't that feel good, slut. All you preteen sluts want is a good dick," he says with a laugh. The girl just cries, her ass in the air, his dick in her pussy, and her head on the ground, shaking her head no in answer to his questions. As Paul begins to pull back she opens her eyes, idly wondering if he's done, but then he shoves back in, even harder than before, and she screams again. Paul begins to truly fuck the little girl, watching the blood from her lost virginity ooze from around his dick. He rocks her on his cock, fucking her quick and hard, listening to her moans and sobs, thrilled by her pain. Finally, however, he releases her and gets back on the couch. "Get up here and mount me, it's time for you to do the work," he orders. Crying, almost in hysterics, the girl remains on the floor shaking her head and trembling. With a sigh Paul reaches down and smacks her. "Get up here, now!" he orders. Slowly the girl gets up and moves to the couch. Still crying, and unable to see, she gropes around until she finds his legs. She gets on the couch and straddles the legs she found. Paul reaches over and guides her into position, lining his cock up with the girl's freshly pierced virginity. "Now impale yourself on my cock, slut," he orders. Alana nods her agreement, takes a moment, and slams herself down. She cries out a moan as she forces his member deep into her again. She places her hands on his chest for support, but keeps her eyes closed. "Now, bitch, move your ass. Fuck me!" She nods, and slowly lifts her hips up, and slides back down. Her abused pussy is tender and sore, the girl is glad to be in control. She is able to set the pace, and the depth, of his penetrations. Not even minding then Paul removes her shirt and mauls her tits with his rough hands. The pain in her breasts nothing to the pain in her cunt. Paul doesn't let this last long, however. The slow pace of her fucking isn't what he wants. "Faster slut," he orders her, and again places his hands on her hips. Knowing what's coming, Alana opens her eyes and looks at her forced lover. He waits for her to be at the apex of her rise, then, with all his strength he forces the girl down on his dick. Knowing what he wants, and wanting this to be over, the little girl joins in and forces herself down. The combined pressure forces her cervix to relent, and his cockhead forces its way directly into her womb. The girl screams in pain, but Paul just loves it. Without even giving her a chance to relax he raises her back up and slams her back down. Over and over again he continues forcing the preteen to fuck herself on his dick. Each time he pulls her down she cries out, and each time he loves it even more. Slowly his pace quickens as he feels his own orgasm building. Finally bouncing the young girl as fast as he can on his dick he orders, "Keep this up girl, or I'll really hurt you!" She nods in answer to his order, and he seems to accept that. He moves his hands up her waist and over her breasts. Squeezing her tits and using them to push and pull the girl as she fucks him. Squeezing her tits harder and harder as his orgasm builds, and causing her to cry out again, he tries to hold back the inevitable, but her pussy is too tight, and her screams too much for him. He moves his hands up to her shoulders, and pulls the girl down with all of his strength. With his cock buried deep in the tiny, preteen girl's womb he explodes with more force than this rapist has ever felt before. Alana feels him swell, and feels the heat of his cum as he paints her insides white. The girl just cries, her head lowered, her hands on his chest, and her eyes closed. He keeps the pressure on her shoulders, until his orgasm completely subsides. Then he very calmly lifts the crying girl off his cock and tosses her to the floor where she curls into the fetal position to cry. "Oh, do pick yourself up," he says, "I'm not done with you yet. Go get yourself cleaned up, put on your swim suit, and get your ass back out here so we can do this again." When she continues to lie on the ground he walks over and kneels behind her. "Remember, you're mine for the evening, and I intend to use you at every opportunity. I'm going to fuck you in every way I can, and you can either try to enjoy it, or I can rape you each and every time. Now, do as I say..." He gets up and walks into the kitchen. The little, preteen girl knows that he's telling the truth. Not only that, but what will her dad do to her if this guy doesn't report that she satisfied him in every way. Unable to stop her tears, she picks herself up from the floor and stumbles to the bathroom. Idly wondering why her dad, a man who should be protecting her, not selling her to this monster, would allow this. She also wonders why none of the neighbors came to investigate her screams. END