Bea was lying in bed with her pretty collar on, playing with the little tag with one hand, and with her little button with the other. She​ was excited that they had another date, another hook up planned. But she was worried that he'd only want a blowjob again, which was all he had wanted the first two times. It's not that she didn't like giving him blowjobs. She did! He even said she as greedy about it! But...

Her breath was getting faster, and she rubbed the tag on her collar even harder. She liked what the tag said. She liked being Master's naughty little pet. It made her excited to think about it, like when she was sitting in a boring class at school. Just thinking about how she was his naughty pet made her feel so good. She slid her finger along her pussy slit. She wished he would touch her pussy. She wished he would...

Oh, wow! She felt sweet feelings flow through her body. She loved thinking about his cock and what she wanted him to do with it... I want, ooooh, I want...!

It was hard for the girl to really think about having sex with him. She was just so tiny compared to him, it was hard to imagine what it would be like to have him on top of her, like she saw in the movies. It was even harder to imagine what it would be like to have him inside her. He wouldn't fit! She knew that's why he hadn't even tried. He didn't want to, because it wouldn't be any fun for him if he couldn't even fit.

That thought made her feel a little disappointed, but those sweet feelings were still flowing through her, so she rubbed and rubbed and let herself imagine what it would be like: She's scared, because she knows it won't fit. She tells him no. I don't​ wanna, she says. And he gets angry at her for saying no. Oooh, he gets so angry!

She knew it was weird that she got turned on thinking about him getting angry. But it made her so wet! It made her cum so hard! Oooh, he's angry, and he doesn't care that I'm ​saying no! He, he, oooh, he does it anyway! He fucks me anyway, even though I tell him no!

She lay afterwards, rubbing the tag on her collar, her face hot and sweaty. She knew he wouldn't do that to her. At least, she didn't think that he would. He's a nice guy, right? Besides, most likely he'll just want another blowjob. That's all he really wants. And that's okay.

She wasn't really all that scared this time when she walked into the woods alone with him. He might pull on her collar, like he did before, and choke her a little bit with it. He'll probably touch her, lots, and put his tongue in her mouth, and make her say dirty things. But she was pretty sure he wasn't going to rape her, like she'd been worried about the first two times. She knew now that he didn't even want to have real life sex with her. That made her feel kind of... well, she was glad that he didn't want to rape her. That made her feel a little safer to be alone with him.

But she quickly realized that she was wrong about all of that.

Deep in the woods now, hidden away from the deserted parking lot and from the whole rest of the world, he suddenly stepped behind her and wrapped his arms around her. At first it was just like a big strong hug that held her tight, pinning both of her arms to her side, and he pulled her into to him so that her back was pressed tight against his chest. He didn't say anything. His mouth was up against her ear as he held her tight against him, and she could just hear him breathing. Hard.

This was different. He was acting strange.

Bea was suddenly very scared.

Holding her so powerfully, one of his hands began to explore her little body. It was amazing to her, how to tight he could hold her with just one arm. How strong he was. It made her heart race just thinking about it. His exploring hand grappled at one of her breasts, squeezing, then pinching the nipple. He pinched it so hard that it hurt. Before she had gained enough composure to ask him to stop, to tell him it hurt, he let go of the nipple and slid his hand down her belly, to her skirt. He gathered the fabric of the skirt in his fingers, lifting it up, then pushed his hand underneath, between her legs, onto her bare pussy.

"Whose pussy is this, pet?" he asked her. These were the first words he'd spoken since they'd left his car in the parking lot, and they sounded scary: distant, gruff, demanding. As he spoke, a finger poked at her between her lips.

"Y... Yours, Master," she stammered out. She was feeling very scared now.

"And I get to fuck her, if I want," he said, in the same gruff and forceful tone. "Do you want me to fuck her?"

She was so scared she couldn't even answer. Her heart was pounding so hard now!

He squeezed her tight. She felt all the air in her lungs exhale from her. "Tell me you want me to fuck her!" he practically shouted.

She couldn't say anything. She wanted to tell him yes, and she wanted to tell him no. But she was just so confused and frightened and completely overwhelmed by everything that she couldn't say anything at all.

And her Master didn't say anything, either. All she could hear was his heavy breathing in her ear as he took his hand away from her pussy and reached behind her. She could tell that he was unfastening his pants. Her heart was slamming in her chest now. Oh my god he's gonna rape me! Oh my god!

With just the one arm wrapped around her chest and trapping her arms to her sides, he lifted her up into the air. It seemed almost effortless to her. She seemed like she was just floating. He dropped down to his knees, then, still holding her back against his chest​. As he grabbed the back of her skirt and yanked it up over her ass, he simultaneously fell forward, forcing her face-first to the ground and landing on top of her, his weight knocking the wind out of her. In the same fluid motion, his arm moved up from around her chest to her neck, so that when she hit the ground, he had her locked in a tight vice grip with her throat right in the crook of his elbow. His other hand groped between her thighs and his knees spread open between her knees, forcing her to spread her legs. As if to emphasize that he would brook no opposition from her, he tightened his arm around her neck, and she gasped for breath.

It all happened so quick. In an instant. Like he had rehearsed it many times before. One moment he was fingering her cunt, and then next moment her face was in the dirt and he was laying his full weight on top of her. Her heart had barely had a chance to respond, but now it was pounding in her throat. She turned her head to the side, in a van effort to catch her breath, just as she felt his cockhead between her legs, pushing against her pussy lips.

Again, he didn't say anything. He was just breathing deep and hard, right in her ear. Then he growled, "ggrruhh," right in her ear again, as he shoved his cock into her pussy.

It hurt the poor girl terribly. It won't fit! I knew it wouldn't fit! Stop! she wanted to shout, please stop! But she couldn't say anything. She was still just struggling to catch her breath.

He lessened the pressure of his cock in her pussy for a moment, pulling back, and with another low grunt in her ear shoved his hips forward again. The pain for her this time was nearly unbearable, and she struggled to break loose from his assault; but he kept his arm locked tight around her neck, and his body heavy on her back, and there was nothing she could do but endure as best she could while he hammered at her maidenhead.

Once more he lessened, then rammed forward, even harder this time, as hard as ever he could. He let out a long grunting growl in her ear and a searing pain overwhelmed her and the flesh of her girlhood tore away. She held her eyes shut tight, and yet tears rolled down her cheeks, smearing her mascara and streaking through the dirt on her face. Stars flew through the darkness of her eyelids and she felt herself on the verge of passing out. His arm was such a tight vice grip around her neck, and his body so heavy on top of her, that she could barely struggle to gasp a breath. The only experience for the young girl now, her only sensations, were the searing pain of her tearing hymen and the low growl that the man exhaled into her ear as he entered her.

Finally inside his little pet now, he began fucking her hard, raping and ravaging her, slamming his cock deep into her bruised vagina. He took ownership of her, there in the deserted woods. He took away, that evening, whatever resistance the girl might have had, he even took away her sense of self. She was no longer Bea, an eleven-year-old girl with dreams and aspirations; she was simply and​ only a sex toy. She belonged, now, entirely, to her Master.

The girl had become a ragdoll, no longer struggling but simply lying unresponsive underneath him. And sensing that he had finally broken her, he loosened his arm's grip on her neck. She was able to breathe again, and she gasped repeatedly, filling her lungs with air clouded with dust that was kicked up by their sex. His grunts in her ear begin to turn into moans as the full length of his cock slid in her tiny hole. She was finally able to form coherent thoughts again, and she hoped that his moaning meant that he would soon be done. And yet, his assault continued, slamming violently into her, over and over.

But finally, he grunted into her ear, long and low again, his breath hot against her face, and he held his cock deep inside her and she felt the deepest parts of her vagina, all the way inside, a place that she had never felt before or even knew existed; she felt it suddenly fill with a pulse of hotness. He reared back, slammed in, and there was another hot pulse, longer that the first, and she felt herself get full inside her. He finished, then, grunting in her ear as he ejaculated multiple shots of cum into her.

It was a blessed relief for the poor little fuck toy when her Master finally pulled his cock out of her and took her arm off from around her neck. He climbed off of her and sat up on his knees, between her legs. She opened her eyes, for the first time since the assault began, and looked up at him. It was not a look of anger or accusation, and certainly it wasn't joy; it was simply a look of relief.

He put his hands on his ragdoll's hips and rolled her over, onto her back. He took hold of her knees and spread her legs wide. She did not try to stop him, she had no resistance left. He reached up and pulled her shirt up over her little budding breasts, then sat back and took out his phone and took a picture of her, lying there before him with her legs spread open and her breasts exposed, dirty and disheveled and leaking cum from her spent, used pussy.

After he'd taken the picture, he looked at it. "God," he said, "you look like such a slut!" He started stroking his cock, still staring at the picture. "You are such a little slut!"

She looked glassy-eyed up at him, motionless for a moment, then nodded, just slightly, acknowledging what she knew to be the truth. She really is a little slut.

As stroked himself, he brought himself to full erection once again. Then he climbed on top of her.

Bea was sore. The little pet was in pain. She was stretched and battered and bruised, and she did not want him to be inside her again. But he had broken her, she had no will of her own any longer, and even if she'd had the strength to raise a meek objection, she was terrified of what he would do to her if she did.

He entered her easily, sliding deep with one solid stroke, and he began fucking her again. She endured better this time. At least she could breathe. But soon he forced his tongue into her mouth, just as he had forced his cock into her cunt, and in this way, he violated her twice at once.

He rode her even longer now then he did the first time, but somewhat more gently, and although she was sore, and tired, and used, she was a bit surprised to eventually find that she liked the feeling of being so full with him, and she like the way his balls bounced, soft and large, against her ass.

Eventually he finished, unloading his hot cum into his fuck toy a second time.

Bea was a wreck when she walked into her house that evening. Her clothing was covered in dust and dirt, her face smudged from a weak attempt to wipe it clear of tear stains and streaked mascara. Her thighs, thankfully hidden behind her skirt, were sticky with cum and blood, and while she walked as deliberately as she could, she nonetheless had an odd, affected gait; a gingerly step. She avoided encountering her parents, although she did walk past her older brother, who raised his eyes in wonder at her appearance, and especially at the collar around her neck, which she'd forgotten to remove. She avoided looking at him or saying anything to him, and went straight to the bathroom, where she undressed and took a very long, and luxuriously hot, bath. She felt much better after that.

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For the fourth (and for now, final) part of Bea and her Master's adventures, see Master's Little Pet: Bea Gets Shared.

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