Amanda's Secret Memories by Angelgirl

Amanda's Secret Memories

"Introduction"

I can't remember anyone calling me Amanda much after I started my period...

I remember that morning just like it was yesterday. It was late June 1984. It was the beginning of a new existence for me. My needs, passions, and desires all began to change that day. All the events in this story are true...The facts are recorded in my diaries. I have changed some names to protect the guilty.

"The Story"

It all started just before my 11th birthday. It was a Friday morning. I had just woken up. As I started to get out of bed I felt wetness between my legs. I had never wet the bed before. I wondered why it was wet now. When I looked on to the bed I could see that it was covered in blood. I looked between my legs. I was covered in blood. I started to scream. I thought I was dying. My mother came into the room and immediately knew what was happening. I could see my daddy standing in the doorway looking at me with a strange smile on his face. He didn't come into the room. He just stood in the doorway staring at me. Finally, my mom got up and closed the door. I could hear her telling him that this was girl stuff.

Over the next several weeks my mother explained to me what it was to be a female. She told me about all the functions of the vagina, uterus, and ovaries. She told me about the differences between men and women. She told me about intercourse and how it produced a baby.

"Amanda," she said. "You are very young to be starting your period. Some girls start very early. You just happen to be one of them."

I wondered why my daddy acted as though nothing had happened. He never said anything to me about what he saw that morning. I wanted so badly for my daddy to talk to me about it. He never really talked to me about anything. He had always been kind to me. He would let me do almost anything I wanted, but he would never hold me in his arms. He never showed me any affection at all. I remember asking my mom if my daddy loved me. She told me that some men just didn't know how to show affection.

I wasn't into socializing very much with children of my own age. My interests seemed so different from theirs. On Saturdays I would spend my days at the public library. I would read books about faraway places. I would imagine myself on an African adventure. I imagined myself hunting wild beasts, like lions and tigers. Things changed for me the day I started my period. I became obsessed with finding out more information about sex. I read every adult book I could find. In a short while I thought I knew everything there was to know about sex. I began to fantasize about what it would be like the first time a man would touch me. I wondered if it would hurt terribly when he put his penis inside my vagina for the first time. I wondered what it would be like to touch a man's penis. I thought I had learned so much. My mother and the books taught me a lot, but I had never experienced anything.

One day when my parents weren't home I was snooping through my father's den...I had done this many times before. On this particular day a drawer that was usually locked was left open. When I opened the drawer I saw that it was full of pocketbooks. They looked like very cheap books. They had simple covers with no pictures. There must have been over thirty books in the drawer. I pulled all the books out onto the floor. As I lifted the last book out of the drawer I saw a key lying on the bottom of it. I tried the key in the lock of the drawer. It was the key for the drawer. I sat in my daddy's big chair and started to read one of the books. I couldn't believe what I was reading.

Rape, Murder, Bondage, Torture, Incest, Bestiality...

I had no idea what the meanings of the words were. I felt terrified at first. They were talking about things I had never dreamt of. I was almost finished reading the book when I looked up to see what time it was. I almost died. I had been sitting in his chair for over two hours. It was almost 4:00 p.m...My daddy would be home any minute. I threw all the books back into the drawer and closed it. For some reason I kept the key.

Every night for the next several days all I could think about was the contents of those books. I wondered why my father would have them. I wondered if that was why he never touched me. Was it because I wasn't like the girls in his books? Was it because he was afraid that if he were to touch me he wouldn't be able to stop himself? I had tried so many times to sit on my daddy's knee. He always lifted me off of him. I would sit beside him on the couch hoping that he would put his arm around me and cuddle me close to him. He always acted as if I wasn't there. Was this what my daddy wanted? Did he want to do the things that were in his books? I decided to take another look at his books.

One afternoon while my mother was in the kitchen and my father was at work I snuck back to his office and stole another of his books. I took the book up to my room. I spent the afternoon reading it. It was a story about a young girl. She was eight years old. She had been kidnapped by a bunch of men. They did terrible things to her. They made her take all her clothes off. They beat her and tied her up. They put their penises in her mouth. When they were finished with her they cut her up with knives. They killed her. Then they fed her body to their dogs.

I was sweating when I finished the book. My body was trembling. I hardly had enough energy to get off my bed and take the book back before my father came home. Over the next few days I read every book that was it my father's office. I had read stories about girls with animals, girls being made into sex slaves, and murder and mutilation. A part of me found the stories totally revolting. They made me feel sick to my stomach. But another part of me found them intriguing. The one thing I noticed in all the stories was how much the men wanted to be with the girls. They would do anything to have a girl for themselves. It excited me to think about men wanting me that badly. I didn't think about the terrible things that happened to the girls. All I could think about was the attention they got. Every night when I went to bed I would put my hands between my legs and pretend it was a man doing it. I couldn't get the stories out of my mind. Getting so much attention from a stranger, like the girls in my daddy's books was all I could think about.

It was 9:00 AM Saturday morning. I was getting ready to go downtown to the library. My daddy was having coffee at the kitchen table. He looked over his newspaper at me. He sat there staring at me for what seemed an eternity...I was becoming very nervous. I wondered if he knew that I had been reading his books. He seemed to be looking at me differently.

"Amanda," he said to me, "you are becoming a beautiful young lady. You must be careful when you go downtown alone. The library is just a few blocks away from Main Street. You should never go there."

He said that there were very bad people down there. He got off his chair and came towards me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tightly to his body. It felt wonderful in his arms. I could feel the heat from his body. He kissed me on the forehead. Then it was over. He turned and went back to his chair.

As I got off the bus in front of the library I looked down towards Main Street. I wondered what my daddy had meant when he said bad people were down there. I wondered if he meant that there were men like the men in his book on Main Street. I stood in front of the big doors of the library for almost ten minutes before I decided that I was going down to Main Street...

It was a beautiful spring day. It was warm and sunny. I was wearing a light summer dress. It had buttons all the way up the front. Just before I reached Main Street there was a large department store. I was looking into the window of the store when I noticed my reflection. I stood looking at myself in the reflection wondering if I looked anything like the girls in my daddy's stories. I was just under five feet tall. My light curly brown hair fell over my shoulders. I could see the reflection of my blue-green eyes looking back at me. My sleeveless dress was cut very short. It was almost three inches above my knees. My breasts were just starting to form. I could see my training bra through the thin fabric of my dress. I tried to tuck my dress into the waistband so that it would rise a little higher at the hemline. I wasn't sure what I was doing. I wasn't sure why I was doing it. I just knew that it made me feel good.

As I walked down Main Street I felt very uneasy. Everything seemed so dirty. I had never seen so much garbage in my life. There were men sitting on benches and leaning against the buildings all along the street. As I walked by they would stare at me. I had seen men looking at me before, but they had always turned their heads away when I looked back at them. These men just kept staring at me. I felt very nervous to be amongst them. As I walked down the street I looked into the windows of the stores. They all seemed to be selling old things. I began to feel like I was being followed. It was like everyone was staring at me. I was beginning to wonder if I had done the right thing. Yet, I had a feeling of excitement rushing through my body like I had never felt before. I could feel the wetness between my legs.

I stopped in front of a building that had a ticket booth in front of it. I looked up at the huge sign hanging over it. "Starlight", it said. It was an old movie theater. I looked at the posters on the wall. There was a war movie playing. It wasn't any movie that I had ever seen. It was only 10:30 AM. I was sure that there would be more activity on the street in the afternoon. I thought that I might feel better if there were more people around. I needed something to do till then. I decided to go into the movie house for a few hours. When I went up to the lady at the ticket booth she looked at me really strange. I thought she must have been wondering why I would be on Main Street all by myself. I told her that my daddy had told me to come here while he went for a beer. She smiled down at me and gave me the ticket.

When I walked into the theater the movie was already playing. It was an old black and white movie. I had never seen a black and white movie before. I walked down the aisle towards the seats. It really stunk. It smelled like a dirty bathroom. As my eyes started to adjust to the darkness I could see that the theater was almost empty. There couldn't have been more than twenty people in it. I decided to sit over against the far wall. It was darker there than anywhere else in the theater. For some reason I felt like I would get in trouble if they saw me there alone.

I had been in the theater about a half-hour when I heard someone walking down the aisle behind me. I could see out of the corner of my eye that it was a big fat man in a large raincoat. He was turning down my aisle. He sat in the seat beside me. He smelled really bad, like booze and sweat. I tried to ignore him as I watched the movie. After about fifteen minutes I could feel his leg pressing against my leg. I slowly moved my eyes down. I didn't want him to notice. My legs were slightly spread. I was taking up a little more room that I should have. I figured it was his polite way of telling me to move my leg over. I moved my legs over several inches. My arm was resting on the armrest between us. I felt his arm start pushing against mine. I had as much right as him to have my arm there. I decided he wasn't going to push my arm off. He kept pushing harder on my arm. Finally I gave in. I lowered my arm to my lap. I could feel his leg pushing against my leg again. I looked down to see if I was still hogging the foot space...This time his leg was over on my side. He began to rub his leg against mine. I decided to push back. Our legs were rocking back and forth. It was like a game. I was having fun. I even started to giggle. I felt the man's hand fall off the armrest onto my side of the seat. I could feel his hand resting against my thigh. My heart was beginning to race. I wondered if he knew that his hand was touching my thigh. I was having trouble breathing. I didn't want him to know what I was feeling. I pretended nothing had happened. He shifted in his seat. Somehow his dirty old raincoat fell across my lap. I grabbed onto a corner of it and flung it back onto him, giggling the whole time. He threw his raincoat over my lap again. This time I left it there. I could feel one of his fingers rubbing against my bare thigh. It was sending vibrations through my entire body. I could feel the heat rising into my face. It felt like someone had just raised the temperature twenty degrees in the theater.

All my senses told me to get up and run. Something was making me stay. I never felt so excited in all my life. I somehow knew that this man wanted something from me that no other man had ever wanted before. I felt so important. As his fingers started to caress the outside of my thigh our bantering with our legs slowly stopped. His raincoat was over my lap and his hand was under it, caressing my thigh. I was scared to death. Yet I was thrilled that this man wanted to touch my body. I sat motionless, almost unable to breathe. His hand was stroking my upper leg. I did something that even shocked me. I slid forward on my seat till my knees hit the seat in front of me. The roundness of the back of the seat caused my legs to spread. My dress rode up almost to my waist. I couldn't believe what I had just done...I was so excited my head was spinning. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. My mind kept telling me to flee. My body wanted to stay and be touched. My body was in total control. When the man saw what I had done he turned towards me and smiled.

"I can see that you are a very good girl", he whispered into my ear. "What is your name my dear?"

"Mandi," I answered shyly.

"That's a very lovely name," he whispered, "And you are a very beautiful young lady."

His voice sounded old and gruff. There was something about it that made me feel at ease. I could sense his approval of me. His hand began to rub on the inside of my thigh. I had moved so far forward that my head was below the back of the seat. His hand was caressing my legs and my belly. He was rubbing in circular motions on my belly. I could feel his hand getting lower all the time. I felt his finger touching the waistband of my panties. His hand slowly caressed the top of my panties. It was going lower and lower all the time. I felt his fingers go between my legs. I tensed up. No one had ever touched my vagina before. My emotions were running wild. I felt like I was going to pass out. I could feel his finger starting to rub over my panties on the lips of my vagina. I had never felt anything so wonderful before. I closed my eyes putting my head back into the seat. My breathing had become so heavy that I was starting to moan. With his other hand the man touched my mouth. I knew he was telling me to be quiet. I closed my mouth. I tried to breathe through my nose. I felt his finger pushing my panties aside. His fingers were now under my panties. He pushed the crotch aside, until my vagina was totally exposed. I could feel his rough fingers trying to spread open the lips of my vagina. I felt like I was in one of my fantasies. I loved the feeling of his fingers probing my vagina. Without thinking I lifted myself off the seat to make it easier for his probing fingers. He leaned over to me again.

"You really are a good little girl. I can see that you are enjoying yourself. I can make you feel wonderful if you let me," he whispered again in my ear.

I had never felt such emotions. I had never experienced someone wanting me as this man wanted me. I was so proud. I felt so important. There was nothing I wanted more than to please this man. To drink in his affection on me. He leaned over and with his other hand he took my hand into his. He slowly pulled it over onto his lap. He put my hand down onto his leg. It was beside his crotch. His other hand was still between my legs. His fingers were making little circular motions over my clit. I felt like I was in heaven. My body was tingling all over. I didn't try to take my hand away when he put it down on his leg. I just left it there. He started to squirm around in his seat. I knew he wanted me to do something. I started to rub his leg just a little. I felt him taking my hand into his again. He lifted it just a little closer to his crotch. I felt something soft and hot. I didn't know what it was at first. Then it hit me. It was his penis that my hand was touching. I quickly pulled my hand away, just enough so that it wasn't touching his penis. I let it rest back onto his leg. He again took my hand in his. I knew what he was going to do. I let my arm go limp. He opened my fingers and closed them around his penis. My heart was pounding so hard I thought that it would burst. He was holding my hand around his penis. He started going up and down with my hand around his penis. He let my hand go. I didn't try to take my hand off his penis, but I did stop going up and down on it. He took my hand into his again. He started moving it up and down...This time when he released my hand I continued to do what he wanted. I could feel his penis getting larger. It felt so hot. I loved the feel of it. I had an idea what was happening. My mother had told me a lot about how a man's penis worked. My daddy's books had taught me a lot more. I felt very powerful as I pumped his penis. I could hear him starting to moan. He leaned towards me.

"Faster Mandi. Do it just a little bit faster. Yes, yes that's right. That's the way," he whispered to me.

He started to jerk in his seat. He moaned quite loudly. I was worried that someone might hear him. His hand between my legs was beginning to hurt my vagina. It felt like he was trying to push his fingers into me. For some reason I didn't mind the pain at all; in fact, it was exciting me terribly. All of a sudden I could feel wetness in my hand. It felt slimy and hot. He was moaning louder. My hand was covered in slime. I could feel it squirting out of his penis. I felt wonderful. I knew that I had done what he wanted...His arm came out and around my shoulders. He pulled me tightly to his body.

"You are such a good little girl. You need to be rewarded," he whispered into my ear.

As he was whispering to me I could feel movement on my other side. For a moment I thought it was the usher. I thought we had been caught. Then I felt another hand resting on my leg. I couldn't turn around to see who it was...The old man was holding me too tight. I felt the hand moving quickly between my legs. Spreading my panties to the side. Now both of the men had their hands on my vagina. Their fingers were probing between the lips of my vagina. It really hurt. For some reason I didn't care. All I could think about was receiving their attention.

"She really is a hot little cunt. Isn't she?" the new stranger said. "Her cunt is soaking wet. Are we going to take her back to our place so I can get in on the action?"

The new stranger put his mouth beside my ear. "Does your daddy fuck you? You are such a hot little cunt. Somebody must be fucking you. Is it your daddy?" He kept asking me.

"No!" I answered almost started to cry. "No one has ever touched me before...I'm a virgin," I protested.

The new stranger started to push his fingers into my vagina. The pain was so intense it almost made me stand up. If it weren't for the older man holding me down I would have.

"Well, I'll be damned." The younger voice said loud enough for the older man to hear him. "I think she's telling the truth. I think she is a virgin. I can't get the tip of my finger into her cunt. I think we got us a little cherry here Daddy," I heard him say to the older man.

The older man leaned down to me.

"This is my son, Billy. He is a very nice young man. He wants to give you things. If you come with us it will make me very happy. Will you to take my hand Mandi? Will you act as if I was your daddy? And come with us."

I looked up into the eyes of the old man. I could see the yearning he had for me. I knew that he wanted me more than anything else in the world. I never felt so alive. I was so excited.

"Yes," I said softly to him.

I felt the old man take my hand. I was full of fear of what might lie ahead. Yet I was so excited at the same time. I didn't know what the men wanted to do to me. I didn't really care. I just wanted their attention. I wanted to feel important. I wanted to be with them. I put my hand into his. As we got up to leave I turned back to see who the other man was. He was very small. Almost frail. He looked like he was about eighteen years old. When he saw me looking back at him he smiled at me, I could see a mouthful of rotten teeth. I didn't know what fate awaited me. I wasn't even thinking about it. I just knew that I was getting more attention then I had gotten in my entire life. The old man leaned down to me as we walked out of the theater.

"Don't you worry my little angel. We will take very good care of you. You are about to have the most wonderful experience of your life," he said smiling down at me.

We walked up to a back lane. The old man turned into it pulling me along behind him. The younger man was walking a few feet behind us. I wondered why we were walking down a back lane. We were beside an old white van. All of a sudden the old man opened the side door and threw me in. It all happened so fast. I didn't have a chance to say anything. I hit my head on the far side of the van. I was seeing stars. When my head cleared I realize that the van was moving. The old man was driving. His son Billy was sitting on the floor in front of me. He was just staring at me. I opened my mouth to speak. At the same time I saw the flash of Billy's fist. It hit me on the side of my head. I flew across the van. I felt Billy's fist hit me three more times on the side of the head. I thought he was trying to kill me. I pretended to be unconscious. My heart was pounding wildly. What had I gotten myself into? I felt Billy lifting my dress. I felt his fingers go under the waistband of my panties. He started to rip at my panties. I heard him talking to his daddy.

"Can I do it when we are finished with her? Can I daddy? Can I do it this time please?" He was saying to his Daddy.

I feeling of terror rippled through my body. I had a pretty good idea what he was talking about. I wanted to scream. I knew it would do me no good. I was at their mercy. They could do anything they wanted with me. There was nothing I could do to stop them. I knew that my life was in danger. Yet I still felt a feeling of excitement. Knowing that they wanted me so badly was overpowering my feelings of fear. I could feel the wetness between my legs betraying me as Billy's hands were trying to rip my panties off. Billy was pulling so hard that it was really beginning to hurt. I guess I must have screamed, I'm not sure. All of a sudden Billy and I were rolling towards the front of the van. The old man had slammed the brakes on.

"Billy, I'm going to smash your fucking head in with a brick if you don't do as I tell you. I've told you before to leave the cunts alone till we get to the barn." I heard the old man yell at Billy.

"I'm sorry daddy, I won't touch her again I promise," Billy pleaded.

Billy looked like a little boy that had just been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. I found his situation so funny that I started to giggle. Billy spun around. He looked me in the eyes. The little boy had vanished. He looked more like a wild animal now. A shudder of fear ran its fingers up my spine. I pulled myself as far away as I could from him. My back was against the outside wall of the van. I lifted my legs and wrapped my arms around them. Billy moved closer to me, but then he pulled back a few feet...I saw a broad smile starting to appear on his face. His eyes weren't looking into mine. He seemed to be looking at the floor in front of me. It came to me what it was that he was staring at. I was wearing such a short dress and having my knees up was not a smart move on my part. My feet were slightly spread. I knew that he had a clear view of my panties. My first emotion was to drop my legs down. For some reason seeing his eyes staring between my legs excited me. I could see the hunger in his eyes. He looked up and our eyes met. I didn't turn away. He lowered his eyes again to my panties. He crawled closer to me. His face was just inches from my feet...I still had my shoes on. I could kick him. Maybe I could even knock him out if I kicked hard enough. I could feel the muscles tightening in my legs. He looked like a little boy who had just been given a new cap gun. It was a look of pleasure and excitement. I felt the muscles in my legs relax. I could feel the heat rising into my face again. The temperature had surely risen in the past two minutes. I had never seen anyone looking at me that way before. I could see the desire in his eyes. The desire was for me. I knew that he was thinking of nothing else but me. It made me feel wonderful. It made me tingle all over. A strange feeling came over me. I wanted him to reach out and touch me. I wanted to see even more pleasure in his eyes. I knew he was too afraid to do it. If I were to scream his father would be on him. His eyes were driving me crazy. It was like he was torturing me by not touching me. Without thinking, without any idea of what I was going to say my mouth opened by itself.

"Billy!" I gasped softly. He looked up at me. A strange look on his face.

"What are you looking at Billy?" I whispered.

He lifted up onto his knees. His face in front of mine. Our eyes just inches apart. I had never seen such a look of lust in anyone's face before. The old man couldn't see or hear anything that was happening. The van made lots of noise as it rolled along. Billy's nose was almost touching mine. I could smell his stale breath. I could feel his need, his craving for me...My heart was pounding like a trip hammer. My mind was spinning with excitement.

"You know fucking well what I'm looking at," he growled, "I'm looking at your juicy cunt."

"You can't see through my panties," I said rather defiantly. "I have my panties on."

I could see a look of sadness come over his face. His mouth opened to speak but nothing came out. I knew that I had just destroyed his fantasy. It wasn't what I had wanted to do. I knew that I had displeased him.

"Is that all that you want to do? Look at it?" I heard myself asking. My voice was trembling with excitement.

He began to grit his teeth and he glared into my face. His eyes wide open.

"You shouldn't be trying to tease me little cunt. You will regret it later..." He sneered back at me.

With his face still just inches from mine I pushed my back up into the side of the van. I lifted my bum off the floor. I lowered my hands lifting my dress up to my waist. I could see his mouth drop open as his eyes followed my hands. He moved back for a better view. My fingers were trembling as I hooked them under the waistband of my panties. I couldn't believe what I was about to do. I had never exposed myself to anyone before. Now I was about to expose myself to someone who would just as soon kill me as look at me. Billy lay down onto the floor of the van preparing himself for the show. The look of joy had returned to his face. He was a child who was about to receive his favorite dessert. My emotions were running wild. I didn't know if I was terrified or overjoyed. A part of me knew how much trouble I was in. Another part wouldn't have left the van if they stopped it and opened the door for me. My heart was pounding so hard I thought I was going to pass out. I closed my eyes trying to calm myself. I could hear him repeating one word over and over again.

"Yes, Yes, Yes, Yes," he kept saying under his breath.

I locked my thumbs under the waistband and started to push my panties down. I could feel them sliding down over my pubic bone. I kept my eyes closed...I felt the waistband slide over and off my bum. I was past the point of no return. I lowered my bum back down to the floor. The coolness of the steel felt good. My panties were midway to my knees. As I slipped them over my knees they dropped from my hands falling to my ankles. I lifted one foot and slid my panties off of it. I could still hear Billy repeating that one word. He was saying it faster now as if inpatient to see his prize. I tried to imagine what he was feeling. I wanted to understand how he felt. I needed to feed from his lust. I wondered what he could see. I wondered if he could see my vagina yet. I wanted to please him. I wanted him to be pleased with me. I decided to spread my feet wide apart as I was removing my panties from the other foot. I could feel the cool air blowing through the van. I could feel its coolness across my exposed vagina. I felt little twitches as the cool air licked my vagina. I wondered what Billy was doing. I wondered what he thought, what he was feeling. I wanted so badly for him to like what I had just done for him that I started to pray that he would be pleased. I sat motionless with my head against the wall of the van. I was too afraid to open my eyes.

"What if I have disappointed him," I thought to myself, "maybe he thinks my vagina is ugly."

Ever since I had slipped my panties off, Billy hadn't made a sound. He was silent. It was almost like he wasn't there at all. I cracked one of my eyes just enough to see if he was there. He had pulled himself within inches of my exposed vagina. His head was between my legs.

"You fucking cunt!" were the words that broke the silence. "You fucking cunt, you fucking cunt," he repeated over and over.

I couldn't tell if he was pleased or mad at me. It almost sounded like there was hate in his voice.

"That's the most delicious little cunt I have ever seen. It is so soft and pink looking. And Hairless!" he said loudly.

I didn't think he was talking to me. He was just thinking out loud. It was enough to let me know that he was pleased with what he saw. A huge surge of pride filled my soul. I wasn't disappointing him. In a way it was like he belonged to me. All his attention was on me. I could feel my body betraying me again. I could feel the wetness between my legs. My vulva was filling with blood. I could feel the lips starting to spread apart. I could feel the cool air licking at the opening of my vagina. I knew that Billy had just witnessed my womanhood opening up to him like a flower in bloom. I knew that he could see my wetness. I felt both embarrassed and proud at the same time. I wanted so badly to know what my new Master was feeling.

"What the fuck are you trying to do?" he yelled at me, "What the fuck are you trying to do," he said again only much louder.

I opened my eyes. His face was almost touching mine. His eyes seemed to burn into mine.

"I'm talking to you cunt," he yelled again. "What the fuck are you trying to do?"

I could feel tears welling up in my eyes. He was really scaring me. He looked like a wild man. His face was all red. Large veins were bulging all over his forehead.

"I want you to love me," I said meekly. I didn't know what else to say.

His mouth dropped open in a mocking gesture of surprise. He began to laugh almost hysterically. His hands were holding his sides he was laughing so hard. He rolled over beside his father.

"She wants us to love her!" he said laughing so hard that he could barely get the words out.

I could hear the old man chuckling as he took a quick glance towards his son. All at once Billy became silent. Before I had a chance to blink my eyes he was back in my face. I didn't know that anyone could move that fast. The look on his face was horrible. It was full of meanness and hate. His eyes looked like they were on fire. I felt fear as never before. He looked like he was about to pounce on me and rip me to pieces. I could feel my entire body starting to feel cold.

"Do you know what we are going to do to you?" he asked as he spoke between his teeth. "Do you have any fucking idea what we are going to do to you?"

His nostrils were flaring. His teeth glared at me. I could feel his power over me. I felt like I was being crushed. I could hardly breathe. He seemed to be waiting for an answer. My mind was frozen in panic. I couldn't think. My mouth opened by itself. I don't know where the words came from.

"I thought you wanted to see my vagina," I spoke like a baby.

Before I could move his fist slammed into my forehead. My head smashed into the wall of the van. It rang like a large bell. I crumpled into a heap at his feet. He grabbed me around the throat and stood me up. He was squeezing my throat so hard I could hardly breathe. I tried to stand on my toes to relieve the pressure around my neck. I had no idea that he was so strong. He had lifted me into the air with one arm. I was starting to see stars before my eyes. Everything was going black. I felt him release the pressure around my neck. I dropped down onto my feet. His vice-like grip was still around my throat. He had released the pressure just enough for me to breathe.

"If I ever hear you say, 'Vagina' again, I will rip your fucking head off. It's a cunt. Do you understand? It's a cunt," he yelled at me at the top of his lungs.

His face was all red again. The veins were sticking out more than before. I tried to speak but his grip around my neck was still too tight. My mouth opened and my tongue wiggled around. But no sound came out. Billy began to smile. He was enjoying himself again. My feeble attempt at speaking was entertaining him. It was a strange time for me to be wondering what he was thinking, but those were the thoughts that were going through my mind. All it took was his smile and my fears were pushed aside. What was happening to me didn't matter. All that mattered to me was how Billy felt.

"Cunt, Cunt, Cunt," he yelled. "It's called a cunt. That's all it is. That's all you are. That's all you are good for. You are a walking, talking cunt. The sooner you get that through your fucking head the better it will be for you."

I could feel his spit covering the side of my face. He threw me down onto the floor of the van. I quickly pulled myself up into a sitting position. He looked huge as he stood over me.

"What is it called?" he screamed down at me.

My entire body was trembling with excitement and fear. I was trying to control my senses. I heard him scream the question again. I saw his foot moving back as if to kick me. I wasn't stupid. I had learned my first lesson well. I knew what it was, and what I was.

"Cunt," I said proudly, "it's a cunt." I dropped my eyes to the floor. I didn't know what his reaction would be. I watched the foot that was poised to kick me begin to relax.

"And what are you?" he asked in just a little softer tone.

I was sure I knew what my Master wanted of me. I knew now that the most important part of me was my vagina, [er, cunt]. It wasn't my mind, or my mouth, or my breasts that he was most interested in. It was my cunt. If I had any hope of making them love me, I knew that it would be through my cunt.

"I'm a cunt," I said as I continued to look down to the floor. My daddy's books had taught me that what men wanted the most from a cunt was submissiveness. Total and complete submissiveness. In all of my daddy's books I never read one story where a man got exactly what he wanted from a slave. The girls would either be begging for mercy, or they were refusing to do as they were told to do. I was determined to be the most submissive and obedient slave my new Master's had ever known. I wouldn't complain no matter what they planned for me.

"I am a walking, talking cunt. I am yours. You are my Master. You can do anything you want with me," I said proudly. I was taking a chance. I had reasoned that besides wanting to do things to my body, these men wanted to feel power over me. They wanted to feel like they were my Masters.

"Well I'll be fucked," Billy yelled to his daddy. "Did you just hear what this little cunt said?"

"Where did you learn to talk like that?" he said, turning back to me.

I started to cry. Tears were pouring down my cheeks.

"You told me Master. I understand now. I'm just a cunt. I only exist to give you pleasure." The funny thing was I meant every word of it. If I could give my new Masters enough pleasure with my body and cunt that they would love me, there would be nothing more on earth I could ask for.

"I like that little cunt. I like your way of thinking. Just to let you prove it to me, I want you to take off all of your clothes."

Billy sat watching me closely as I began to undo the buttons on my dress. I took it off and folded it neatly. I placed it onto a clean spot on the floor. I unfastened the snaps of my bra and dropped it from my breasts. The cool air made my nipples stiffen and stand erect. I didn't have big breasts, but my nipples were large and pink.

"Nice fucking tits!" Billy howled with laughter. "I don't know why you are piling your clothes, you're never going to need them again."

A cold chill ran up my spine as he spoke the words.

"I asked you before it you had any idea what we are going to do to you. You didn't answer, so I'll tell you."

I had just removed my last sock. I was completely naked. His eyes looked me up and down many times. He sat down against the wall of the van and stretched his legs out.

"Come over here," he said in a commanding voice. "Sit on my legs," he ordered.

I sat down onto his lap. I could feel his penis trying to push through his pants. He stretched out his arms wrapping them around me and pulled me against his chest. I could hear his heart beating slowly. I could feel the heat from his body radiating into mine. It felt wonderful to be in his arms. It was what I had always wanted from my daddy. How strange that I would find it in this man's arms. I wrapped both my arms around his waist pulling myself as closely as possible to his body. I was in heaven. I could hear him chuckling to himself.

"Let me tell you what is going to happen to you," he said in a very calm voice. "We are going to rape every fucking hole in your body. We have some very interesting toys for you. Clamps and things like that. We have an electrical transformer that can put twenty thousand volts of electricity through your body. Can you imagine what your body will do with twenty thousand volts of electricity running through it? To make a long story short little cunt, we are going to rape you, torture you, mutilate you, and when we are finished playing with you I am going to kill you."

I was amazed. The entire time that he had been telling me these things his heart had never sped up a beat. It was just thumping slowly in his chest. The only time it seemed to give a little skip was when he said he was going to kill me. I wondered if maybe those things didn't excite him as much as they should have. I wondered if it wasn't what he really wanted to do to me. I wondered if after raping and killing so many girls it was getting boring for him. I knew that they never liked any of the girls. I knew that all the girls before me must have hated them. They had never had a girl that was willing to allow them to possess her. I never wanted anything more in my life then for Billy and his daddy to love me. I was willing to sacrifice anything for it. I guess that was why Billy seemed a little surprised when I didn't try to pull away from him.

"Well little cunt. Do you still want to be my slave now that you know your fate?" he said smiling down at me.

"Yes Master, I'm your cunt. I belong to you. You can do with me as you wish. I only hope that when you are finished with me I have pleased you. That's all I ask for."

Billy rested his hand under my chin. He lifted my head. He looked into my eyes trying to find deception in them. He gave a little grunt and lowered my head back to his chest. He raised his arm to see his wristwatch. His hand came down to rest on my naked breast. He held my nipple between his fingers. He began to squeeze it. The pain shot through me like the bite of a scorpion. He squeezed harder. My head was starting to spin from the pain...I didn't make a sound. I was biting down so hard on my teeth that I thought they would crush. I heard his voice over my pain.

"We will be at the barn in about ten minutes my little cunt. Then we will see just how willing you are to be my slave."

I could feel the van beginning to slow down. We turned off the highway onto a gravel road. It was a very rough and bumpy ride. I didn't care; I was cuddled into the arms of Billy. His warm body protected me from the roughness in the road. I could have stayed in his arms forever. It felt wonderful and warm. I was feeling so content that I hardly noticed my nakedness. We drove down the gravel road for about five minutes before the van came to a stop. Without warning I felt myself being thrown through the air. I landed on the other side of the van beside the door. I heard the side door of the van start to open. I was greeted by the heat of the sun. It was pouring its rays onto my naked body. It felt so nice. A hand grabbed me. It started to pull me out of the van. I tumbled out the door, landing flat onto my back on the ground. The wind had been knocked out of me. I lay on the ground trying to catch my breath.

"Put the fucking noose around her neck asshole. I don't want to be chasing her around all afternoon," I heard the old man saying to Billy.

When Billy came out of the van he had a rope in his hands. I felt him lift my head and slip the noose over it. I felt it tightening around my neck. It was tight enough to feel uncomfortable, but I could still breathe all right.

"Try to run and this rope will squeeze the life out of you," I heard Billy telling me.

I had recovered from my fall from the van but I continued to lie on the ground. I just lay there looking up at them. The old man stood over me on one side and Billy stood over me on the other. They were looking down at me as if admiring a new toy.

"I see that you have gotten her all nicely prepared." The old man said as he smiled down at my nakedness.

"She did it herself," chuckled Billy. "The little cunt says she wants to be our slave."

I watched both men laugh as Billy spoke the words. The old man's fat belly bounced like a bowl of Jell-O.

"She sure is a beautiful little cunt," the old man said. "Get her into the barn. I can hardly wait to get started on her."

The only thing that was registering in my mind was the fact that he had praised my body. It felt so good to hear someone saying that I was beautiful. I hungered so badly for their praise and affection. It seemed to overpower all feelings of fear. I felt the noose around my neck tightening as Billy pulled on it to force me to my feet. I sprang to my feet. I made a point of not looking him in the eyes. I knew that to show my submissiveness I shouldn't look in his eyes.

"Come with me," he said.

We were walking over soft grass towards a big red barn. I could feel the heat of the sun warming my body. It couldn't have been much past noon. The sun was directly overhead in the sky. It was hard to believe that just a few hours earlier I had left the safety of my parent's home to go to the library. If I had done as I was told and not gone down onto Main Street this never would have happened. If I hadn't decided to go into that sleazy theater this never would have happened. If I hadn't believed the old man's kind words and left the theater with them this never would have happened.

A small smile crept across my face as I walked towards the barn. The thoughts that were going through my mind were not true. I knew it. I was as guilty as Billy and the old man for what had happened. I was as guilty as Billy and the old man for whatever was going to happen. I had gone down to Main Street looking for adventure. I wanted someone to find me attractive. I wanted someone to give me affection. I wanted someone to want me...Now, just a few days before my 11th birthday I was about to get everything and more than I had ever dreamt of. My concentration was broken when Billy told me to stop. We were standing in front of a huge red door. There was a large clasp and padlock on it. Billy pulled out a key and unlocked the padlock. The big door creaked as it swung open.

"This little bitch has the most beautiful ass," the old man's voice said from behind me. "I've been walking behind it all the way here. I can hardly wait to split it open."

I felt a pressure on my back. I flew forward as if I had been shot from a catapult. He must have put his foot into my back. I landed on the ground about ten feet inside the barn. The ground was soft. I didn't hurt myself when I fell. I stood up and lowered my head into a showing of submissiveness. I wanted them to know that I was giving them the most precious gift I had, my body. There was nothing I wanted more than their approval and affection. I felt Billy lifting the noose from around my neck. Both men began walking around me in a tight circle.

"You can't get out of the barn," Billy said to me. "I've locked the doors from the inside. You can scream all you want. We are almost six miles from the nearest neighbor."

I stood like a little statue between the two men. A part of me was so frightened that it was all I could do not to pee myself. My mind was remembering my daddy's books and all the terrible things that happened to the girls in them. Another part of me could only think about whether Billy and his daddy found me desirable. As they circled around me I could hear their heavy breathing. I could almost hear their hearts pounding. All of their attention was on me. They were risking going to jail, or even worse to be with me. I could feel their desire, their lust. I knew they wanted me. It fueled my need to please them. My need for affection from these men was so great that it completely hid from me all my feelings of fear. I could feel my body trembling as they walked around me. It wasn't fear. It was my own passion building in me. I felt Billy's hands pushing onto my shoulder. I fell forward into the waiting arms of the old man. I felt his hands groping my butt and squeezing it. Then he threw me back towards Billy. Billy cupped one of my breasts with his hand. My nipple was between his fingers. He squeezed it so hard I thought it would bleed. The pain shot sparks through my body. Then he threw me back towards the old man again. The old man held me tightly in his arms. I could feel his hands rubbing on the cheeks of my butt. Then I felt his fingers going between the crack. His fingers were pushing into the opening of my butt hole. It felt like he was trying to push his finger into me.

"Her fucking asshole stinks," I heard the old man say as he put his fingers to his nose.

I felt embarrassed. I had a bath in the morning, but I had never expected anyone to be trying to put their fingers inside my butt hole. They old man threw me back towards Billy. Billy turned me so that I was facing out. My back was against his body.

"You hold her while I get things ready," the old man said to Billy.

The old man began to climb a set of stairs that looked like they led to a loft. He stopped about halfway up the stairs and turned towards us. He undid the fly of his trousers and put his hand inside. He pulled his penis out of his trousers and started waving it to me. I saw him lean out over the railing. He began to pee. It was then that I noticed the bucket hanging on the outside of the railing. He was peeing into it. The bucket was hanging about eight feet off the ground. It had what looked like a plastic tube attacked to the bottom of it. My eyes followed the tube to see if any pee was coming out the other end. The tube was lying on the floor beside a small wooden table. I could see that the end of the tube had a clamp on it...There was nothing coming out of it.

"There is just about enough room left for you," the old man said to Billy as he pushed his penis back into his pants.

I felt a little frightened. I knew that whatever it was they were doing it was in preparation for something for me. I had no idea what it could be.

"Come over here cunt," Billy said to me as he led me towards the table.

He turned me around to face him. I felt both his hands resting on my breasts. I braced myself expecting my nipples to be squeezed again. He didn't. He pushed me backwards onto the table. My head fell over the far side. It was really uncomfortable lying on such a small table. It was barely big enough to cover my back. I could feel it's sharp edge biting into my spine. It was hard trying to hold my head up. I tried not to let on how uncomfortable I was. I felt Billy grab onto one of my ankles. He bent my knee until my heel almost touched my butt. Then he pulled my leg to the side resting it into a holder on the corner of the table. He then did the same with my other leg. My new position was much more comfortable than having my legs draping over the edge of the table. But I was embarrassed by it also...My legs were scrunched up into me like a pretzel. They were spread wide apart. My butt was hanging halfway off the table. I knew that my cunt and butt hole were totally exposed. I could see Billy standing between my legs looking down at my cunt. A large smile appeared on his face. That was all it took to start the heat rising in my body. His appreciating gaze at my cunt was exciting me terribly. I could feel the blood rushing into my vulva. I knew the lips were swelling and starting to part. I knew that my wetness would reveal my feelings.

"Is she ready?" I heard the old man asking Billy as he came back from the stairs.

"I've never seen anyone more ready," Billy laughed.

I felt Billy's hands putting straps around my ankles. A feeling of panic began to fill my mind. Not because of fear. But because I knew if he shackled me to the table he would never know that I was his willing slave. I had to take a chance.

"Billy," I said softly. He ignored me. "Billy," I said it again, this time a little louder.

"What!" he said with a snap.

"You don't have to tie me down," I whispered.

"What did you just say?" he demanded.

"You don't need to tie me down. I won't move unless you tell me to. I will do as you say," I answered.

Billy was silent for a moment.

"Do you have any fucking idea what it is we are going to do to you?" he shouted at me.

"No, It doesn't matter. I want to please you. You are my master," I said hoping that I could convince him I was telling the truth.

I felt Billy's fingers untying the restraints around my ankles.

"You are the most amazing little cunt I have ever come across. I thought cunts like you only existed in my dreams. We will see just how long you want to be my slave in a few minutes. We can always tie you up later."

When the old man arrived, Billy told him that he wasn't going to tie me up until I wouldn't do as I was told. I watched Billy walk the same stairs as his daddy had done. He pulled out his penis. It was the first time I had seen his penis. I couldn't believe my eyes. It looked like it was almost a foot long. It was as big around as my arm. It was huge. I had seen lots of pictures, but never seen one that big before. I heard the old man laughing as he saw me staring at Billy's penis.

"I might not have made him a very big man. But I made up for it with his cock," he said, laughing loudly.

I watched Billy pee into the bucket. It began to spill over the sides before he was finished. The dark yellow pee was running down the sides.

"Do you know how much five gallons is?" I heard the old man's voice asking me. "That's how much piss is in that bucket up there, and it's all for you little cunt."

He lifted the end of the tube and pointed it into my face.

"Oh God!" I thought to myself, "he is going to cover me in their pee."

I noticed something on the tube I hadn't seen earlier. The tube looked like it went through a large piece of rubber that tapered towards the open end...It was pushed back about six inches from the end. Behind it was the clamp that was holding back the pee. I began to visualize what it was going to feel like when he released the pee all over my body. The bucket was hanging high in the air. I was sure there would be quite a bit of pressure at the end of the tube. Billy returned and stood beside his daddy. They were looking at my cunt, {I thought}.

"She has such an inviting little ass hole," Billy said. "Have you ever had anything up your ass?" he asked me.

I thought that was a really strange question. I had no idea that it could be used for anything other than going to the bathroom.

"No Master," I answered rather confused by the question.

"Not even an enema? You've never even had an enema?" He had a sound of real excitement in his voice.

"No Master. I don't know what an enema is." I was telling the truth.

I had seen the word used a few times in my daddy's books but I never understood what it was they were talking about.

"Well, you are sure as hell going to find out what one is now," Billy laughed.

Billy got very close to my spread legs. I could feel his fingers spreading the cheeks of my butt apart. It hurt to have my crack spread so widely apart...As Billy was holding my buttcheeks apart I could feel the fingers of the old man probing my asshole. My reflexes were to tighten the muscles of my butt.

"You had better relax your fucking asshole or this is going to hurt you a lot," the old man said.

I tried to relax my muscles but it was very hard to do. I had never felt anything pushing on it before. It felt very strange. My ass lifted up off the table as I felt something pushing into me. It was a feeling I can't explain. Something was touching a part of my body that had never been touched before. It felt like there was something alive inside of me. It didn't hurt. In a strange way it actually felt good. It seemed to have an effect on my clit. I could feel my cunt swelling. I could feel the old man pushing the large rubber plug into my butt. I knew that he must have pushed the six inches of tube into me and was now making sure it stayed there with the large rubber plug. After the old man finished pushing the plug into my hole they both stood back smiling down at me. My ass felt really strange with the plug shoved into it. Out of reflexes my muscles were trying to squish it. I was enjoying the feeling. The old man was holding the clamp in his hand.

"Now comes the fun part little cunt," he said in a strange sounding voice.

I still didn't know what was going to happen. I hadn't thought about all the things they had done. All I knew was something was stuck inside my butt. The concept of what they were about to do was beyond my imagination. I saw him release the clamp from the tube. I felt pressure in my bowels. I could feel the liquid rushing into my body. I could almost hear it splashing inside of me.

"Oh no!" I thought. They are killing me. They are going to make me explode. They are going to fill my body with their pee until I explode. I feel like I'm going to explode already." I was beginning to panic.

I looked at Billy and his dad. They were just standing there looking down at me with pure joy in their eyes. I wondered why they wanted to kill me so soon. Didn't they want to do other things to me first? Didn't Billy say they were going to fuck every hole in my body? Did they want to do that to a dead body? I don't know if it was the look in their eyes or my own reasoning, but all of a sudden it came to me that this wasn't going to kill me. They were just having fun. It was their way of humiliating me. My mind was desperately trying to remember what my daddy's books had said about enema. I really wished I knew what was going to happen. I could see a shadow on the bucket showing how far it had emptied into me. It had only gone down a few inches. My belly was already beginning to swell up. I was sure there was no way my belly could hold five gallons of their pee. The feeling of pressure inside my body was unbelievable. I felt like I needed to go to the bathroom so badly. I dropped my head over the back of the table. I just couldn't hold it up any longer. I felt extremely weak. It was becoming hard to breathe. My heart felt like it was floating in pee. I think I must have passed out for a minute. I was startled by the old man's voice...

"I don't think we have ever drained that much piss into a cunt before," I heard the old man laughing.

I lifted my head to see them. All I could see was my tummy. It was huge. My skin looked transparent. I could see small veins bulging all over it. It looked like I was about to give birth. My belly looked like it had a huge basketball stuffed inside of it. I looked over to the bucket. It was over half empty. The pressure wasn't just in my belly. I could feel it everywhere. I lifted my hand to my face. My fingernails felt like they were going to blow off. I was sure that my hand was puffing and it seemed to be turning yellow. My eyes felt like they would pop out of my skull if I blinked too hard. I had a feeling that I needed to go to the bathroom that was like nothing I had ever felt before. I could hear the men talking but I couldn't see them.

"Yeah, I guess that's all she's going to take," I heard Billy laughing.

"If you let one fucking drop out I'll kick your fucking head in," Billy said to me.

At first I didn't know what he meant. The meaning was made clear to me in the next second. He began to pull the rubber tube out of my ass. I tightened my muscles as hard as I could.

"Not a fucking drop!" I heard him say cheerfully. "She really is a good little cunt."

My head was spinning with the need for release. The pressure was almost more than I could bear. The gallons of pee swirling around inside of my body seemed to be doing strange things to me. I felt almost delirious. I felt like I could pass out almost any minute. Stars were dancing in front of my eyes. I knew that if I did blackout I wouldn't be able to control myself...I knew that Billy and his father would be disappointed with me. They might even hate me. I had to stay conscious. I had to keep my hole shut. I could feel tears running down my cheeks. I dropped my head again. I needed all my energy to hold the pee inside of me. I saw something in front of my face that hadn't been there before. I tried to focus my tearing eyes. It was a penis. It was thick, but it wasn't very long. It was a short fat penis. I could see a huge belly almost hanging over it. There was white curly hair all around it. The huge testicles that were hanging beneath it seemed almost down to his knees. I knew that it must be the old man that was standing before me. For a moment I thought he was hanging upside down. Then I realized it was me that had my head hanging upside down over the table. His hand wrapped around the base of his penis. He moved it closer to my face. The slit was almost touching my lips.

"Open your fucking mouth," I heard him say in a very gruff voice.

Before I had time to think about what he had just said he started to scream at me.

"Open your mouth, you fucking cunt," he yelled.

As if totally under his control my mouth sprang open. I felt the head of his fat cock pushing into my mouth. I had never felt anything so strange in my mouth before. It didn't feel like meat. I could feel the life in it. It was twitching as it entered my mouth. My first reaction was to its taste. I thought it tasted terrible. Like a dirty old foot. I could hear him moaning loudly. I could tell that he was very excited as he pushed his penis forward into my mouth. My thoughts about his penis began to change. This thing that was in my mouth was the old man's very soul. It was his being. Everything that he was, was in his cock. Without it he would be nothing. He was entrusting it to me. He was giving it to me. He was allowing me to have it in my mouth. For a moment I almost forgot about the three gallons of pee floating around inside my belly. I forgot about the pressure and the pain. The only thoughts running through my mind was how honored I felt to have his beautiful cock. The taste changed from revolting to wonderful. I wanted to kiss it, caress it, and milk it. I began to lovingly lick around its head. The saliva was dripping from the corners of my mouth as I licked and sucked his magnificent cock. I felt him leaning forward. He rested both his hands over my tummy. All the pressure and pain came rushing back into my senses. The weight of his hands on my belly was more than I could bear. I could feel the pee dribbling out of my ass hole.

"Please, Please take your hands off my tummy," I begged him in my thoughts.

It was like the floodgates at Niagara Falls had just opened. I could hear the pee roaring out of my ass hole. He had pressed down with both hands on my tummy. What had been a terrible pressure for so long now felt like a vacuum in my body. My tummy felt like it was turning inside out. It felt like his hands were touching my spine. My eyes felt like they were being sucked into the back of my head. My cheeks sucked in so badly that they began to hurt. I could feel my belly trying to suck his beautiful cock down into it. I was afraid that I was going to hurt him. I tried to open my mouth to release the vacuum on his manhood. I couldn't. I felt his cock sliding down my throat. I couldn't stop it. I felt it going farther and farther down my throat. I felt so badly for my Master. It must be hurting him terribly. My head began spinning. Stars and lights were flashing all around me. With his cock so far down my throat I had been unable to breathe. I hadn't even realized it. The blackness came over me. The old man must have gotten his cock out of me just after I passed out. I was coughing and choking as I woke up. I could hear the two men laughing and congratulating each other on how well everything was going.

"That was the best damn suck I ever had," laughed the old man.

"Yeah, and look Daddy. She didn't even move after she passed out. She sure is one amazing little cunt. It sure is too bad we can't keep her longer."

I was so happy. They weren't mad at me. Everything that had happened was the way they wanted it to be. Billy was even saying that he wished they could keep me. I fell so proud that I had pleased them. Then my senses started to discover my own body again. I felt wonderful. All the pressure and pain was gone. I felt like I had been sleeping for hours. I knew that it had only been a few seconds. I felt refreshed and full of life. I couldn't wait for my Masters to seek new pleasures from me.

"While you play with your toys, I'm going to get me some more of that sweet mouth of hers. She was sucking my cock so good I almost didn't feel like pushing the piss out of her."

I could hear something being pushed towards the table. I turned my head just enough to see what it was. It looked like some kind of an electrical box on wheels. I could see lots of wires coming out of it. There was a large dial on the side with numbers all around it. Lying on the top of it were small metal clamps with wires attached to them. There was a long shiny rod lying beside them. It looked like it was about two feet long. It also had a wire attached to it. The rod was almost as big around as a Tampax except for the first two inches. It tapered very small at the pointed end. It looked a bit like a toy rocket ship. I had an idea what this thing was going to do. I was sure it was the machine that would make my body jump up and down. At least I had an idea of what to expect. I didn't have any more time to study Billy's toy. The old man pushed my head down so fast it fell like my neck was going to break. I felt his hand slap me across the face. It wasn't a very hard slap. I guess he just wanted my undivided attention.

"Open up cunt," I heard him say to me.

I could feel the softness of his cock pushing against my lips. I opened my mouth and he slid his manhood into me. He didn't push it in all the way. He only put its head into my mouth.

"You're going to have to earn the rest of it cunt. If I cum before you've taken it all into your mouth, I'll snap your fucking neck right here."

I had every intention of earning all of his beautiful manhood. I had one advantage. I had felt him cum before. I knew exactly what he sounded like just before he came. I started to lick and suck his delicious cock. I had almost forgotten about Billy. I felt a sharp pain on my left nipple. I was almost unable to stop my jaw from snapping shut on the soft flesh in my mouth. I must have bitten down onto it a little. I felt the old man's hand slap across my face again.

"Do that again bitch, and you die," he said to me.

I would have to be ready for whatever Billy was going to do to me and be able to suck the old man's cock at the same time. Billy snapped another clamp to my other nipple. It didn't seem to hurt as much this time. It had been more the shock of him doing it the first time that made me jump. I felt Billy's hands touching my cunt. My legs were still bent up tightly to my body and spread widely apart. I knew that he had perfect access to my cunt. His fingers felt wonderful as they probed and spread the lips apart. I was expecting a clamp at any moment to be placed somewhere on my cunt. I felt something hot touching my vulva. I felt it easily splitting the lips apart.

"Oh God, Oh God, he's licking me. He's licking my cunt." I was in heaven. Billy used his fingers to spread my lips apart and his tongue to enter the insides of my womanhood. With the old man's cock in my mouth and Billy eating my cunt I could feel the heat building within me. I could feel the blood filling my cunt with desire. My clit was on fire. The saliva was pouring from my mouth as I tried to suck the old man's cock deeper into my throat. A pressure was building in me that was greater than any pressure I had ever felt. I felt a sharp stabbing pain in my cunt. It was just over my clit. Billy had attached a clamp to the skin over my clit. This time I was ready for it. It didn't hurt at all. The pain from the clamps only seemed to heighten my pleasure. I wasn't sure who was the Master or who was the slave. How could a slave be experiencing so much pleasure? It was like they were doing my bidding. I felt Billy's fingers pushing into the entrance of my womb.

"Please Billy, please Billy, fill me. I want you in me so badly. I don't want to be a virgin any more. Rip me open and fill me," my mind cried out to him.

I felt something entering my womb. It was feeding into me with no resistance.

"Is that all it feels like?" I thought disappointedly.

For a brief second I thought it was Billy's mammoth cock that was feeding itself into my womb. Then I remembered the long shiny rod that had been lying on top of the transformer. The one that was just a little bit bigger around than a Tampax. That was what Billy was feeding into me. I could feel its coolness as it slowly violated my cunt. The feeling of having something inside my cunt felt very strange. I had never even used a Tampax before, because it felt too large. Ever since I had started my periods I had used ugly old pads. It must have been that I was so full of desire that the rod was going into me so easily. I could feel the tip of the rod pushing against my cervix. Billy was continuing to push it inside my cunt even though it was all the way inside. I was having a hard time concentrating on the old man's beautiful cock. I must have been doing okay though, he wasn't complaining. Billy kept moving the rod around inside my cunt. He had hit the opening of my cervix a few times and made my body jump from the pain. I could feel the rod circling around inside me. He was definitely doing something very deliberate, but I didn't know what it was. I felt the tip of the rod push up against the opening of my uterus. As much as I tried not to jump my body did it for me out of reflex.

"Got it!" I heard Billy say in a pleased manner.

I felt a burning feeling rip through my cunt. Billy was pushing the rod up into my uterus. It felt like he had pushed it another foot into me. I was sure it was resting against my ovaries. I was surprised that the pain started to subside almost immediately when he quit pushing it in. I just knew that there was something stuck way up into my body. I could feel its coolness. I could hear Billy playing with his machine. I figured that meant he was finished attaching clamps and probes to my body. The thought that even my insides were now venerable to Billy's touch was driving me wild. My cunt was dripping with lust. I tried to turn my concentrations to the old man's neglected cock. I started to lick and suck on it like it was the most beautiful thing in the world. I was using my teeth on the area just behind its head. The area that is called the glan. I read about it in my daddy's books. It's the most sensitive area on a man's cock. I could tell that my efforts were becoming fruitful. His cock was beginning to swell and he was rocking forward into my mouth. I felt the first jolt of electricity ripple through my body. It was just a little stronger than a tingle. It seemed to be equally strong everywhere. They only place it felt really strange was in my cunt. The tingling seemed to travel from my clit all the way up inside my belly. I felt a vibration in my ovaries as if they were rattling together. Then Billy started to play. He would shoot a jolt of electricity through one nipple and then through the other. Then I could feel its fire in my cunt. My muscles jumped each time a jolt of electricity shot through me. I could hear his heavy breathing over the breathing of his daddy. I could feel his excitement as he continually increased the voltage...My body was jumping all over the table. I could hear Billy's passion rising. My body was jumping and twitching like a chicken that had just had its head cut off. I was so thankful that it didn't seem to be affecting my mouth too much.

"Look at her bounce daddy. You better hold that little cunt down. I think her body's going to bounce right off the fucking table. I'm going to give her full power," his voice was full of excitement.

The old man was close to cumming. Watching my body bouncing around the table was probably very entertaining for them both. The funny thing was, when Billy had the voltage set lower it really hurt a lot. Now that my cunt was dancing all over the table it felt wonderful. I was imagining that it was Billy's cock thrusting into me. The jolts of electricity ripping at my nipples were Billy's fingers pinching them.

"Yes, Yes, that's what it is. It's Billy fucking my cunt. I can feel it. I can feel it," my mind was screaming.

I knew they old man was just a few seconds away from cumming. He was pulling his cock almost all the way out of my mouth and then shoving it all way back in again. I could hear the slaps of his balls when they hit my chin. His pubic bone was flattening my nostrils with each trust forward. Unconsciously I lifted my hand. As he slammed his cock into my mouth I touched his ass with my fingers. I felt the entire flow of electricity through my body change. It shot through my fingers into his ass. It traveled down his cock into my throat, through my body till it collided with the electricity being generated by the rod in my cunt. It was like a small explosion. I loved the feeling. The power seemed to double in my cunt when I touched his ass. The old man gave a little jump when I touched him. He was so into the attention his cock was getting that he hardly even noticed. He was pumping feverishly now. My body was jumping around like a "Jack in the Box". I could taste the cum starting to flow from his cock. As he thrust forward I reached over my head with both my hands. I clamped my fingers into the cheeks of his ass pulling him into my mouth. A roar erupted throughout the building. His cum was filling my belly. The strong jolts of electricity were traveling down his cock into my throat, through my belly, and exploding in my cunt. It felt like my cunt was being ripped apart. The electricity was raging into it from both directions. In my mind it was Billy's cock ripping my cunt apart. I started to explode with my first real orgasm. I felt like I was disintegrating. Everything went black. In my blackness I could hear the old man's voice.

"Did you see what she did to me? Did you see what that fucking cunt did to me? She fucking electrocuted me, she fucking electrocuted me."

"Oh my God, I killed him," I thought, "we must be in heaven. I can't see anything."

As my mind slowly cleared I realized that I had my eyes closed. I opened them to see the old man was lying on the ground a few feet in front of me. He was yelling about what I had done to him. I felt so ashamed. I had ruined his pleasure. He thought I had tried to kill him.

"I am Fifty Fucking Eight years old. I have never cum like that in my life," he yelled. "I thought my balls were going to jump up and shoot down her throat. Did you see her cum with me? Her fucking cunt was spiting juice all over the fucking place. She is the hottest piece of cunt we have ever had. She did that all for me. She knew what would happen. Fuck Billy, I think I am falling in love with her."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He wasn't mad at me. I did give him the pleasure I had hoped to. He even said he loved me. I was totally spent but I couldn't have been happier. My feet had dropped off the table. I was lying there like a Raggedy Ann doll. My legs, arms, and head were dangling over the sides of the table. Billy began to remove the rod from my cunt. It hurt a little as he pulled it out of me. As he lifted the clamps from my nipples a sharp pain shot through my body. I could only see Billy from the waist down. He was totally naked. His huge manhood was standing out in front of him like a baseball bat.

"It's time to split this cunt," he said in an excited tone. "My cock has been waiting long enough."

I couldn't believe the reality of his words. After all that had happened to me, I was still a virgin. It hadn't really been his cock in me. It was just electricity. My selfish cunt was still a virgin. It had received so much pleasure from Billy and it had given him nothing in return. I hated my cunt. I hoped that Billy would teach it a good lesson. I could barely touch the ground with my toes. I tried lifting my ass off the table to make it easier for him to enter me. Billy stood between my legs almost motionless. He reminded me of a Greek God. His muscles were bulging from his slim body.

"This is all I have thought about since I found out she was a virgin," I heard him saying, "I have never split a virgin cherry before. Every cunt I've ever fucked was used. Mine is going to be the first cock to go into this cunt. I want to savor every second of it. I want feel her cherry ripping as my cock slices through it."

Even though it seemed that Billy was talking to me, I think he was talking more to himself. I was so thrilled that he was pleased I was still a virgin. I was so hot. My cunt was screaming for him to enter it. I wanted to share in Billy's joy as he ripped it open. I felt my vulva spreading as the tip of his cock pressed forward. My cunt, swollen with blood closed around its massive head as it traveled towards my waiting hymen. A stabbing pain shot into my pelvis as his cock slammed into my last defense of my virginity. I grabbed onto the sides of the table to stop myself from sliding forward. It felt like he was going to push me off the table.

"God Damn! This fucking cunt is tight," he yelled to his daddy.

He pulled back a little. The pain in my pelvis began to subside. I took the opportunity to take in a few deep breaths before he came forward again. I felt his hands grabbing me around my waist. He dug his fingers into the tops of my hips. It felt like he was rupturing my stomach. He pulled my hips towards him. At the same time I could feel his monster cock entering my cunt again. He was shooting into me like a guided missile. I knew that in an instant he would rip past my virginity and fill my waiting cunt. I held tightly to the sides of the table. My ass was as high as I could lift it. My heart was pounding so hard that it felt like there was a drum in my chest. I heard screaming. I heard the sound of a lion roaring, the windows were shaking in its wake. I knew that the scream had come from my lungs. The roar had surely come from Billy's. I sensed there was something wrong. The raging pain was coming from my cunt but I knew that I was still empty. I knew that I was still a virgin. The pain stopped. I couldn't feel Billy touching me anywhere. I lifted my head. Billy was standing about three feet from me. He was holding his cock in both of his hands. He was whimpering and moaning. His beautiful cock had gone limp.

"Her fucking cunt is too tight Daddy! It felt like it had peeled my cock back like a banana. I'm going to have to let you have her cherry. I can't get this fucking monster in her."

I felt so sad for Billy. I knew how badly he wanted to be the one to split my cherry. I was mad at my cunt. Why did it have to be so mean? Why was it being such a cunt? I managed to get a little chuckle as that thought went through my mind.

"I'm sorry son. But I'm spent. That suck job she gave me finished me for the rest of the day."

Billy's daddy was still lying on the floor where he had fallen after he came in my mouth. I was really feeling bad now. Billy couldn't get his monster cock into me, and his daddy was too tired. Was I going to remain a virgin forever? I could hear Billy sobbing. I lifted my head. He was standing a few feet away from me. Tears were pouring down his cheeks. I felt so ashamed. I had failed my Masters. Billy was holding a large hunting knife in his hand.

"I wanted to rip her cherry so badly daddy," he sobbed. "It was going to be the first cunt I've ever split. I always thought I would kill a bitch if I rammed my cock into her hard enough. Now I can't even rip a fucking cherry open. I'm a failure daddy."

Billy's daddy didn't say a word. He just lay quietly on the floor.

"I'm not going to let her get away with it daddy. Let's see how much she likes my hunting knife shoved into her cunt. Maybe you better help me tie her down first," he said to his daddy.

My cunt was going to get its just reward. Billy was going to take revenge on it. I didn't understand why he fell he needed to tie me down though. I couldn't wait for him to punish my disobedient cunt. I wanted to feel it screaming with pain. I lifted my legs up onto the table again resting my feet into the holders on the outside corners of the table. I spread my legs as wide apart as I could. I lifted my bum into the air so he would have good access to my cunt.

"Daddy!!! Do you see what she is doing? I can't believe she is for real. She is going to let me shove this knife into her. If there was only another way. If there was only another way. I would give anything to split her cherry with my cock instead."

It hit me like a brick. I was excepting failure. This wasn't what Billy wanted. This wouldn't make him happy. I wasn't giving him pleasure by allowing him to open me up with his hunting knife. We were both excepting defeat. I would not be remembered, let alone loved by them. I felt the tip of the knife entering my cunt.

"Can I try something?" I said meekly.

I felt the knife stop moving forward just as its edge was biting into my vulva.

"What did you say?" he asked in a desperate sounding tone.

I knew that more talking was unnecessary. He had stopped the blade. He was interested. It wasn't talking he wanted from me. I lifted my head and our eyes met. It was the first time I had looked him in the eyes since the theater. Even a slave must sometimes take control. This was one of those times. I lifted myself onto my elbows. Then into a sitting position. My eyes never leaving Billy's. They were telling him that I was now Master. The knife dropped from his hand onto the floor. He started to walk backwards as if in fear of me. I stood in front of him. I put my hands onto his shoulders. I began to push downward. He was unable to resist my power over him. He crumbled onto the ground. I spread his legs wide open. I lifted his arms over his head. I leaned down beside his head.

"I have just staked you to the ground. No matter what happens you cannot move," I whispered.

I could see little beads of sweat forming on his forehead. There was a look of bewilderment and fear in his eyes. I began to kiss around his neck. I put my mouth to his. Our mouths opened and our tongues met. We seemed to kiss for an eternity. When I lifted my head I glanced down over his belly. My plan was working. His beautiful cock was beginning to rise again. I kissed my way down his chest. The head of his massive cock dragged across my belly and between my breasts. He watched as I squeezed his manhood between my breasts. I could hear him beginning to moan. It fell wonderful that I was pleasing my Master again. I could feel the heat between my legs. I was kneeling between his legs. He could watch everything I was doing. I wrapped both my hands around his giant cock. I began slowly stroking it...I lowered my head and sucked one of his balls into my mouth. I licked around it with my tongue. I was pumping his cock faster and harder as each second passed. He was moaning loudly now. His cock was as hard as rock. I lifted my face so that he could see it. I opened my mouth wide. Saliva was pouring out of my mouth and dripping onto the head of his swollen cock.

"You're killing me!" he moaned. "You're fucking killing me!"

I felt so proud as I looked down at him. The desire and lust in his eyes had never been so intense. I was sure that he had never experienced obedience from a slave before.

"Close your eyes," I ordered him to do.

I lowered my head to his huge cock. I opened my mouth and slowly began filling it with his magnificent cock. I started licking around its base. My teeth taking little bites under it. His cock was as hard as steel. The dark blue veins were bulging everywhere. I was sure he thought he was going to cum in my mouth. But I had other plans. I could feel his balls beginning to tighten. I knew he was close to coming. His cock was larger than I had ever seen it before. It felt like fire in my hands. It looked like a fence post sticking out of the ground. I could taste his pre-cum. He was about to explode. I lifted myself onto my feet, still keeping the head of his cock in my mouth. His eyes were closed. I replaced my mouth with my hands. His cock was so beautifully covered in my saliva he didn't even notice. I placed one foot on the ground on one side of his body, and the other on the other side. I lowered myself down. I felt the mouth of my cunt opening and embraced his giant cock head. I slowly pumped myself up and down on it. I was sure he thought it was my mouth sucking on his wonderful tool. My cunt juices were pouring out of me. They were running down the full-length of the shaft. My entire body was beginning to quiver and shake as I anticipated my next move. Almost the entire head of his cock was into my cunt as I pushed down. I could feel shots of pain as I pushed it into my hymen. He was lifting his hips off the ground trying to push farther into me. It was now or never. At the same time as he was lifting his hips off the ground I raised my feet into the air. I saw stars, flashers of bright lights, bells were ringing, Sirens were screaming. The roar of a thousand lions was rocking the walls. Rome, the Coliseum flashed through my mind. The lions roaring as they were ripping the cunts out of their virgin victims. Then, all I could hear was screaming. It hurt my ears. It was coming from my cunt. It was ripping its way into my belly and out through my lungs. My eyes popped open. I was staring into his eyes. His eyes were wide open looking back at me. It was as though he was looking straight through me. I could hear a steady roar erupting from his body. We were both screaming at the top of our lungs. I could feel his hands resting on top of my hips. He was pushing me down onto him. His pubic bone was smashing into mine. I felt the magnificent pressure in my belly. I threw my hands into the air and screamed even louder.

"He is in me! He is in me! His beautiful cock is buried in me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

I could feel it pulsing as he started to feed my cunt with his seed. I could feel each hot blast of cum filling my emptiness. He roared like an enraged lion each time he shot into me. I felt the jolts of electricity rippling through my cunt. It was jumping and twitching so wildly it was like my entire body was in convulsions. I was having the most magnificent orgasm of my life. As our orgasms began to subside he pushed down on my hips so I couldn't move. I could feel our pubic bones grinding together. I was completely impaled on his magnificent shaft. I could feel my clit grinding into him. I started to become aroused again. I began to rock back and forth on him. I could feel him inside me; it was like he was rubbing my belly from the inside.

"Get the fuck off of me," I heard him saying.

He pushed me off of him. I felt myself rolling over onto the ground. Billy stood up. He stood over me for a minute. He was covered in blood. It was dripping from his cock onto the ground. His groin and legs were also covered in blood. He had a strange look it is eyes. It looked like he was going to speak. He opened his mouth but said nothing. I was wondering if I had injured him. He had a lot of blood on him. I wondered if I had made a mistake. He turned away from me. I watched as he walked over to his father. His father was sitting on a chair now. He was just a few feet from where Billy and I had been. I guess he had been watching the show.

"What the fuck are we going to do with her? She is everything I have ever wanted. She acts like she wants us to. She says she wants to be our slave...I want to keep her. I say we don't snuff her. I want her fucking cunt wrapped around my cock for the rest of my life," Billy said to his daddy.

His father just sat silently in his chair looking at me the whole time Billy was talking. There had been no expression on his face.

"Daddy!" Billy yelled at his father. "We can do anything we want with her...She was willing to let me cut her. We can't snuff her. I want her. I fucking want her."

The old man didn't say a word. He just sat in his chair staring at me. He lifted his hand and wiggled his finger to his son in a gesture that he wanted his son to follow him. I watched as they got up and walked out of the barn. I knew they had gone to decide my fate. I looked down at my body. I was covered in blood. I realized that the blood I had seen all over Billy's body had come from me. There was a small pool of blood between my legs on the ground. They had been outside for about five minutes when I heard them start yelling at each other. The only words I could make out were Billy saying "No" and his daddy yelling, "Yes". Then everything went quiet again. I leaned forward to look at my cunt. At first I thought it was all ripped open. It looked like raw meat. Then I realized it was covered in blood, dirt, and Billy's cum. I spread its lips apart to take a closer look at it. I was really intrigued by how it looked, and how it felt. It seemed so much bigger than before. The lips were puffy and soft. I pushed my fingers between them. They opened so easily now. My fingers disappeared inside. I had never been able to put a finger inside myself before. I loved the feeling. It was really wet and soft inside. I was thinking about how wonderful it had felt having Billy's cock stretching it to its limits. It didn't even hurt now. I could feel the heat building in it. The bleeding had stopped and the blood was drying on my legs. Every time I touched my legs together they would stick. I looked like a real mess. A flash of light made me jump to my feet. It was Billy and the old man coming back into the barn. They stopped just a few feet in front of me.

"Come with us," Billy said to me coldly. "It's time to go."

Billy and the old man turned and walked out of the barn. I stood for a moment looking around the old building. It was like leaving a friend. A feeling of sadness crept over me as I walked out of the barn. The old man was already behind the wheel of the van. Billy was standing beside the large sliding door.

"Get in", he ordered me as I walked up to him.

My clothes were where I had left them neatly piled. Billy and his daddy had put their clothes on. I thought that I should put my clothes on also.

"Leave those fucking clothes right where they are. You don't need them." Billy said to me, he had a sad look in his eyes. "Don't say a fucking word...And don't look at me. Put your fucking eyes down."

I lowered my eyes and curled up into the smallest ball I could on the floor of the van. No one was speaking. No one made a sound. We just bounced along the old dirt road, to where I didn't know. We had only driven for about five minutes when the old man turned off the dirt road. We were driving through dense bush. I could see small branches bending in the front window. I could hear squeals and shrieks as the branches scraped against the sides of the van. We drove for about another five minutes before we came to a stop. The old man got out and came over to the side door. I was greeted by my friendly ray of sunlight again. It felt wonderful on my skin.

"Get out," the old man told me.

When I climbed out I could see that we had stopped in a small grassy clearing beside a large river. It was right out of a postcard. It looked like one of those places that lovers would search out to have a picnic in. The grass was warm and soft on my feet. The water in the river looked crystal clear. I walked down beside the water's edge. I put my toes into the water...It felt warm and inviting. I felt Billy's arms wrapping around me from behind. I wasn't stupid; I knew why we were here. I chose not to think about it. I didn't think there was any sense thinking about bad things I had no control over. I decided instead to think about all the wonderful things that I had experienced. I decided to do that until I couldn't think anymore. Those would be the only thoughts in my mind for the rest of my life. Billy lifted me off my feet and into his arms. He cradled me like a baby. He started walking into the water. A feeling of fear started to invade my mind. I could feel my body starting to tremble. I was trying my best not to be afraid. I wanted my Masters to remember me. I wanted them to remember me as their obedient slave always. Not a screaming, frightened cunt like all the rest. My mind was trying to make me beg for my life, to kick and scream.

"I'm going to tell you something I've never said to anyone before," Billy said softly. "I've been to this place before. I have never felt as I do now. I was always happy to get rid of those screaming cunts. They acted like they were better than us. My daddy thinks that you must hate us too. He says we can't trust you. I have to do what my daddy tells me. My heart will break today. What I am trying to say is, I think I love you."

Billy started lowering me into the warm water. I could see the blood washing from my legs.

"Don't fight this, little cunt," he said, almost crying. "Take a deep breath and it will be easier for you."

I felt him push my head under the water. I could see his eyes looking down on me. They looked very sad. His words were echoing in my mind. He loved me. He loved me. I had given him all the pleasures he wanted. I was the best he had ever known. I would be remembered. Billy and his daddy would remember me every time they were with a new girl. They would wish she could be like me. They both wanted to keep me. The only reason they had to let me go was because they couldn't be sure I wouldn't tell on them. I couldn't blame them for feeling that way. All they had ever experienced had been hate. There was no way that I could prove my loyalty to them.

"I should have prayed," I thought to myself. "I should have prayed for a way to show them I was theirs. That I would always be their loyal slave."

The pain in my lungs was becoming unbearable. It seemed like I had been holding my breath forever. I took in a deep breath. It felt like someone had capped their hand over my mouth. At the same time it fell like I was being hit in the chest by a sledgehammer. I still needed to breathe. I opened my mouth again. Before I could take a breath I felt someone pulling my hair. My head burst out of the water. I gasped as the air rushed into my lungs. I never knew that air could taste so good. I gasped a few more times before I realized there was yelling going on all around me. Billy was standing in front of me with his hands stretched into the air. It looked like he was trying to touch the sky. I could see a look of terror in his eyes...

"If Billy didn't pull me out of the water then whose arms am I in?" I thought to myself, "and who is doing all the yelling."

I could feel strong arms holding me around my waist. I turned enough to see a light brown uniform. The man was holding me with one of his arms and with the other he was pointing a gun at Billy. He walked backwards out of the water and put me down on the edge of the bank. He turned back to Billy. I could hear him calling Billy bad names. He called Billy a monster and a pervert. He said he wanted to shoot Billy right where he was standing. I looked up towards the van. The old man was standing beside another man in a brown uniform. The man had a gun pointed at his head to. I could see a big truck with a circle on the door. It said "Forest Ranger". They weren't police, but I guess that didn't matter. They had guns. My mind was racing. My emotions were going crazy. I was saved, I was alive. I should have been happy, grateful, relieved. But instead I felt mad, afraid, and resentful. These men wanted to hurt my Masters. They were threatening the only people that truly loved me. Then, it came to me. I don't know how the thought came into my head at that moment. It was from an episode of, "Little House on the Plains". I knew what I had to do. I started to scream.

"Daddy, Daddy, Daddy," I screamed at the top of my lungs as I ran up to the old man. "Daddy Daddy I'm so scared," I cried with tears pouring down my cheeks. "Who are these bad men Daddy? Make them go away."

Out of the corner of my eyes I could see a look of confusion on the Ranger's face, and unfortunately on the old man's face too. The old man needed more help. I guess he had never seen the show.

"Daddy, Daddy," I said as I jumped up and down. "Now that Uncle Billy has baptized me, am I going to be smarter now?"

"Baptized?" I heard the Ranger say in a puzzle tone.

I turned to face the Ranger. I could tell that he was very embarrassed by my nakedness.

"My daddy will be really mad at me for taking all my clothes off. He told me not to. But that's the way it was done on, "Little House on the Plains". Wasn't it?" He was totally dumbfounded now. He didn't have anything to say. "I'm going to go put my clothes back on. Is that okay Daddy?"

I was trying to act a little stupid, maybe even a little retarded. That way all the focus would be on me.

"Yes Mandy," I heard the old man say to me. "You go get your dress on. And don't think you are going to get away with this young lady. Look at all the trouble you have caused by running around with no clothes on."

I knew that the old man finally understood what I was trying to do. It was up to him and Billy now. To talk their way out of it. I quickly threw my dress on. I didn't bother with my panties or my bra. I wanted the Ranger to see me with my dress on. I stood in the open door of the van. I started yelling down to the men.

"Daddy, Uncle Billy," I yelled. "I'm cold, I want to go home."

I saw the two Rangers shaking hands with the old man and Billy. I watched as they got into their truck and drove away. It was quiet again. I wondered how my Masters felt. I hoped that I had pleased them. They were both sitting down by the edge of the river. I walked down to them. A feeling of fear began to ripple through my body. I knew that they wouldn't want to waste anymore time with me. They had almost been caught already because of me. I knew that I would be back in the water in a minute. I could hear them talking as I approached them.

"It looks like we owe you our lives," Billy said softly. "I'm sure you will never forgive us for what we have done to you. All we ask is that you give us a day's head start before you tell the police."

I felt a sickening feeling in my heart. I didn't want my Masters to feel indebted to me. I just wanted them to love me. I wanted to be their slave. I wanted them to pleasure themselves with me.

"I am your cunt, Master. I am your property. You may do with me as you please. I only exist for your pleasure," I was running out of things to say...I wanted them to understand how I felt.

"Stop, Stop," screamed Billy. "I understand. Be quiet little cunt," he said as he stood up and walked over to me. "You are mine, I can do anything that I want with you. You will do anything I say. You are my cunt. Put your eyes down, don't look at me," he said with a broad smile on his face.

I lowered my eyes in obedience.

"She really is ours! She really is our cunt," I heard the old man saying. "What time do you usually get home after you have spent the day at the library?" He asked me.

"I'm usually home by 6:30 p.m. Master" I answered. "But my parents wouldn't start to worry about me till it starts to get dark outside."

Billy said that it was only 5:00 p.m...He said it would take us a half-hour to get to my house. He said we had almost an hour to spare. I didn't look up at Billy, but I did giggle enough for them both to turn my way. I slowly lifted my dress till it was up around my waist. My very pink, and freshly washed cunt was looking right at them. I got down onto my hands and knees on the soft green grass. I lifted my dress over my butt. I lowered my head to the ground. I spread my legs as wide apart as I could. Then, I didn't move. Their cunt awaited them.

"You are the most perfect slave in the world," I heard Billy saying as he knelt between my legs. "I will love you forever," he said as he fed his manhood into my eagerly awaiting body. Billy and the old man pleasured themselves with me for almost the full hour before we left our little paradise. When they dropped me off a block from my house it was 6:15 p.m...I wouldn't be late, but I sure looked a mess for having spent the day at the library...I snuck into the house and up to my room undetected. It seemed like a strange world to be in. I wanted to run back to my Masters. But I knew that was impossible for now. I stripped off all my clothes. I ran across the hall to the bathroom. I stepped into the shower; I turned it on very hot. My skin felt like it was burning. I loved the heat on my body. When I stepped out of the shower I stood in front of the full-length mirror. I look different, I felt different. I didn't see a ten-year-old girl looking back at me. I saw a cunt. I saw a walking talking cunt. I was proud to be a cunt. I was proud of my body. I looked like I had aged five years in that one day. Where there used to be an almost unnoticeable little slit between my legs I now had a gaping cunt. My breasts seemed to have grown. My nipples stood erect. As I admired myself in the mirror I noticed that the door to the bathroom was open. I saw my Daddy standing in the doorway smiling down at me. I turned to him in all my nakedness. I watched his eyes as he examined every inch of my body. My legs were spread just enough to expose the lips of my vulva. I could feel the heat filling my cunt. I could feel the wetness running down the inside of my thigh. My daddy's eyes were riveted to my dripping cunt. He had never moved past the threshold of the doorway before. I saw his foot move forward, he was crossing the threshold...He was coming towards me. I could feel my nipples swelling, my cunt filling with blood. He reached out his hand - - -

Now wait a minute, that's another story, isn't it?

A Little Note: If there is one thing in life that terrifies me, it is "Rejection". The first time I submitted this story for posting the editors of this site rejected it. They said it needed more work. They could just as well have stabbed me in the heart.

Please please don't misunderstand. They were 100% right. It was a mess. It's my problem. It took all my courage to try again. So, if you want to say something nice about my little story, if it entertained you and you would like me to continue writing, please let me know. But if you are mad at me, or didn't like it, please don't. Just hate me, but please don't tell me.

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