TITLE: How do good girls become bitches? My life so far.

AUTHOR:       Sonia Masters

EMAIL:           sonia_masters@hotmail.co.uk

STORY CODES:         M/F  M+/F  M+/F+  M/M  M+/M  F/M  MF/MF  Beastiality  Exhitionism  Incest  Interracial  Young  Snuff  Spanking  Teen  Toys  Voyeurism  Watersports  BDSM  Feet  Hair  Real  Humiliation  NC  Heavy  Violent

SYNOPSIS:    Born in Hong Kong into a mixed marriage this little girl (me) found herself living in the UK, abused by her Father and Uncle. Abused and used in the worst ways possible at home and by paying customers, until “saved” by a rich submissive who now has my full attention – well almost. My story can only start here after I became 13.

Chapter One – The story behind the story

Dear reader, I know why you are reading this and I want to help you by being as daring and detailed as I can – but bear with me please because I haven’t written anything longer than an email since I left school.

My name is Sonia Masters and this is my story. I’m 19 years old now and although that’s not old at all, sometimes I feel very old, like when I think about all the stuff I’ve been through over the years. This is my true story, based on the diary I kept from when I was only 10 – although I’ve had to add some stuff around the diary entries to fill in the details.

Why do I want to write all this down and put it on this web site? Because I’ve become a dirty little whore that needs the most disgusting ways of doing sex just to be happy – and it’s my Dad and uncle’s fault for doing that to me. I just NEED to do stuff with people….that’s why I chat on MSN, Skype or visit chat rooms like Silent-Screams. It’s why I HAVE to watch dirty perverts on webcams, sitting naked at their desks rubbing their disgusting cocks while they smoke pot and watch porn on TV….watch them stroke their cocks and talk dirty until they blow their load into their little daughter’s panties.

The people I talk about here are real and I don’t care if they recognise themselves. They are perverts mainly and made my life hell, so who cares if people point at them on the street. They turned me and my mum into whores, and ruined the lives of many other kids like me.

Because of the rules around these stories I can’t tell you much about my life before I was 13 years old, but if you are interested contact me and I will give you all the dirty details.

So who is Sonia Masters?

I was born on July 1^st 1987, in Hong Kong and lived there very happily until just before my 10^th birthday, just before Hong Kong was handed over from the British to the Chinese. I loved the place – so exciting, hot, steamy and fun. I had loads of friends there and hated to leave.

My Dad is British and my mum is Hong Kong Chinese, but I look more Chinese than British, with long shiny black hair and my mum’s skin colour and eyes – slightly tanned skin (even when it’s the miserable British winter), and deep brown eyes. The only things I think I got from my British half are my height, my boobs and my ass. I was as tall as my mum when I was 11 and I had bigger boobs (or should I call them tits?) than her when I was 13. And all the guys were staring at my ass as long as I can remember.

I guess guys always liked looking. And I’ve never minded them looking – it’s the touching that can be a pain.

So there I was - a normal, cool 9 year old living in a great city and having fun. Then one day Daddy comes home and we have to move. He worked for a British bank and they were moving him back to the UK before the Chinese took over. So where did they move us to? Exciting, fabulous London? No way! They only put us in fucking Manchester – the wet armpit of the universe. What a dump! Maybe if you were born there and didn’t know life existed in other places you might like it, but I didn’t. I hated it and still do.

So we moved in with my Dad’s older brother, Bob. Uncle Bob. Rich and kind Uncle Bob, who lived in a big house on the outskirts of the city. We all liked Uncle Bob and Uncle Bob liked us….especially me.

Now I’m going to have to skip the next 3 years because of the age limit on these stories, so you’ll have to forgive me and just let me tell my story. If you want to imagine what a dirty and corrupt pervert with loads of money can do around a little girl who is lonely and lost, then feel free – because he did it….he did it all! And yes…Uncle Bob’s hobby was photography so he just had to keep taking photos and videos of everything….I couldn’t move without Uncle Bob being there with a camera. But he was just so kind, buying nice clothes and toys….having me posing for the pictures.

So let’s skip to my 13^th birthday, 1^st July 2000 and one of the biggest events in a girl’s life – losing her virginity. This was a special treat from Uncle Bob and my Dad…yeah my Dad was well into me by now as well thanks to Uncle Bob’s encouragement.

I guess you could say I was lucky because I got the next day off school (the 1^st July was a Saturday), but then I wasn’t feeling too well that Sunday…the day after being fucked for the first time… fucked hard by those two bastards. So what happened?

I’d had my birthday party with 6 of my girl friends. Dad and Uncle Bob loved me to bring home friends from school, especially for sleepovers. But that’s another chapter. And it had been great fun, playing music, dancing, chatting, and playing a few games – cute girly games – innocent games, not like the games you would like. Uncle Bob was a pain because he kept taking photos of everybody and getting in the way, but after a while we went to my room and at least he wasn’t around – but I knew he was watching on the secret video cameras he had set up in my room and bathroom. Uncle Bob was into Do-It-Yourself porn film making and voyeurism – an exceptional pervert.

So the party had been cool, but around 9.00 pm my friends started to leave and the party ended. My mum was tidying up and Dad drove the last 2 girls home – I’ll bet he had a boner up to his neck.

Uncle Bob had bought me a really nice and expensive party dress for my birthday, made from cool white satin, with a tight bodice with intricate white lace around the neck and down the front, separating my boobs and circling my waist. There was lace around the hem as well, which came to just above my knees. The dress had little buttons down the back and there was no way I could put it on or take it off without someone helping me. I also had on cute white ankle socks and shiny black shoes - very daring with 2 inch heels and buckles on the top (I didn’t like them because I thought they made me look like a little kid). With a white silk ribbon in my glossy black hair everyone said I looked like a bride on her wedding day. I guess Uncle Bob thought so too because as soon as the girls had gone he was all over his “bride”.

So with mum in the kitchen Uncle Bob offered to help me tidy up my room. From the bulge in his trousers I suspected he might want the usual blow job, or if I was lucky just a quick hand shake with Uncle Bob’s trouser snake – yeah by now I had been taught all the tricks of getting a man off with my mouth, hands and even my feet! By the time I reached 13 I must have had enough cum pumped over me to fill a bath tub.

It’s true, my room was a mess! And I needed some help tidying up. But Uncle Bob’s hands didn’t start picking anything up, except the hem of my dress. He closed the door behind us as we came into the room and moved close up behind me. Slipping his hands around my waist he started stroking the smooth fabric and then cupping my breasts and squeezing them through the material. Uncle Bob is a big man, in lots of ways and the back of my head was well below the level of his chin. He held me tight against him, pulling me back into his bulge…rubbing himself against my tight round little ass and back…pressing into the smooth cool satin as he squeezed my poor breasts…making me gasp and groan under his big rough hands.

This had happened many, many times before and I knew better than to struggle or cry out. Switch off, think of something else until he was satisfied and then he would go away. And crying out – who would come to help me? Mum – no way! She knew what was going on and did nothing. Crying out or struggling would just get me a beating and I would still get used one way or another.

Holding me around the waist with his left hand, he bent forward and down, slipping his right hand under the hem of my dress. I felt his hand sliding up my right thigh…stroking the smooth warm skin. I knew both him and Dad loved my skin…so smooth and soft, but firm and tight…not like English girls, they said. Both of them could spend hours stroking and massaging my legs and body…sometimes just feeling for the pleasure of it, sometimes rubbing their cocks against a part of me…using the pre-cum leaking from their rock hard dicks to provide lubrication…before exploding against my ass…breasts…thighs…or even over my virgin-tight pussy.

His hand very gently moved under the dress to the front of my panties…white silk with a fine lacy design covering my still hairless pussy. The panties were also a present from Uncle Bob and matched the lacy bra that kept my growing breasts under control. He moved his left hand now up from my boobs, cupping my chin and stroking my lips with his index finger….at the same time stroking the warm mound of my pussy through the silk. His right hand abruptly stopped stroking and he moved his hand between my thighs…pushing them apart…spreading my legs…giving easier access to the heat and dampness that he could feel under the smooth tight material.

I knew he wanted me to suck the finger pressing against my mouth and so I opened my lips just enough to let it slide in. Guys love finger fucking a girl’s mouth and Uncle Bob loved it almost as much as having his dick sucked – well, almost. Today though he slipped in a second finger, and finally a third. This was enough to stretch my lips to the maximum and he wasn’t being gentle any more…he was pushing them in and out hard enough to hurt…making me suck and lick them.

His right hand was busy too now…pushing hard against my soft young pussy…using his fingers to try and push the silk into my opening…rubbing between my pussy lips and trying to finger fuck me through the silk. He quickly gave this up and pulled the crotch of my panties aside so that he could get at my tight and mostly dry slit.

I could feel the bulge of his cock pressing hard against my back and I was starting to wonder when he would replace the fingers thrusting into my mouth with his huge hard-on. His breath was coming hard against my ear and he was panting like a dog…Christ he even started licking my right ear and kissing the side of my neck…hard kisses, the kind that suck in the flesh and leave bruises.

We both knew that we didn’t have all night and Uncle Bob had to make some kind of move soon, or mum might do something – come upstairs or something. Not that Uncle Bob could give a shit if mum caught him with his cock in my mouth, might even give him a thrill to have her watch him shoot all over her little girl. But still, time was passing and he couldn’t last much longer the way he was humping my back.

What he did though took me by surprise as he suddenly took his hands from my mouth and from under my dress, lifted me up and carried me to my bed. He dropped me on my back and started stripping off his trousers and underwear…his straining cock standing up and looking bigger than I had ever seen it before.

Naked from the waist down he bent and lifted my dress above my waist, the hem now just below my chin as he exposed my tanned legs, flat tummy and white silk panties. He wanted my panties off in a hurry and I helped him strip them down my legs, wriggling them off over my ankles and shoes.

He quickly grabbed my pillow - part of a set I’d got for Christmas, with pink and white sheets and pillow cases matching, with Barbie all over them (yeah I know – Barbie!), and pushed it under my ass. Again I helped him by lifting myself up on my elbows so he could slide it under. I still wasn’t worried, he had got excited before and had either just wanted to eat me out or blow his load on my pussy, or both. And this time he started the same way, sinking to his knees in front of my pussy and pushing my legs open. My feet, still with my shoes and socks on, were dangling over the foot of my bed, with my naked pussy raised up on the pillow available for his mouth and hands.

He leaned forward and I felt his mouth kissing my thighs, first the left leg, then the right as he trailed upwards towards my pussy. I actually liked this and even though I had never had an orgasm this kind of treatment always made me go a bit weak and damp…especially when his mouth reached my slit. Like now…his kisses and tongue slid up and down my lips, the tongue slipping between them and tasting the virgin juices…pushing deeper into the hot core. I felt his hands sliding up my legs, caressing my skin, up and down, then on up between my ass and the pillow, cupping my ass cheeks and pushing my cunt against his mouth. His sucking, licking and kissing was starting to get to me and this was the best feeling I had ever had with all the stuff we had done before…and to be honest I was starting to feel downright wet. I guess Uncle Bob felt that too because he stopped with his mouth and climbed off his knees…his cock pointing skywards like it wanted to take off and his face all red and sweaty. Was it sweat or was it my pussy juice? A bit of both I guess.

“Now Angel”, he said “Uncle Bob has a birthday present for you, an extra special present for his little niece.” I was laying there with my legs spread and my arms by my side wondering what the fuck he was talking about…and hoping it wasn’t what sprang to my mind. But of course it was. He was going to fuck me…what a bastard!

Now I had watched loads of porn films and seen lots of pictures of people fucking in just about every way we can think of, but it’s not like that when you do it the first time. At least not for a girl, or not for a 13 year old girl on her birthday – with her bastard old Uncle. It’s not even like the first time you have a man’s cock in your mouth and he shoots his load down your throat or in your face and then cleans himself off with your own panties. It’s not like that at all…it’s much, much worse and it hurts and you feel like a piece of worthless shit after he’s used you.

This is where good old Uncle Bob changed his plan a bit. I think he had planned to fuck me there on my own bed, lying on my back like a fuck toy. But that wouldn’t have been humiliating enough for me…oh no…I could always have claimed I was raped if he did me like that. No, he had a better idea.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to up. He led me over to my dressing table, with the nice padded stool in front where I spent hours sitting and brushing my long silky black hair, keeping it perfect for Daddy and Uncle Bob. As it happened there was a camera hidden just next to it so they could see every little thing I did in that room. There were other cameras too, but this position was perfect for what he had in mind and we would be caught fucking from close up as well as different angles.

So down he sat, his back to the dressing table, with me standing in front of him. Still in my birthday dress, ankle socks and neat black little girl shoes. All I was missing was my panties.

“Okay Sonia”, says Uncle Bob “Time for you to get your present and show Uncle Bob how grateful you are for all the nice things he gives you and the nice house you live in.”

He pulled me closer, so that his legs were between mine, hidden under the dress. Pulled me closer still, until the hem of my dress was brushing his hairy thighs and touching the shaft of his glistening cock.

He took his right hand and wrapped it around his cock….gripping my right wrist with his left hand. “Sweetheart, you are gonna ride Uncle Bob’s magic pole and give us both the time of our lives.” He jerked my arm good and hard to wake me up. “Come on baby, we ain’t got all night, show me what a good time you are and give me that hot cunt of yours.”

This was when I said the first words I’d spoken since we came up stairs. “Please Uncle Bob this ain’t right, I’m too little to do that, why don’t I just take care of you like I did before…you like that, I know you do?”

The smile disappeared off his face faster than a Britsh summer and his hand flashed from his dick to the side of my face with a stunning slap that knocked me back a step - only his grip on my wrist holding me in place. “Listen you slant eyed little slut, you are gonna mount my pole and give me your fucking virginity…in fact, slut, you can beg me to fuck you…NOW!” And he raised his hand again, making me flinch away from the expected slap.

“Do it bitch, beg me to fuck your virgin cunt, or I’m gonna beat the shit out of you and then fuck you.”

My face was still stinging from the first blow and I was feeling numb, dizzy and sick. “Please Uncle Bob, don’t make me do that. Please.” Was the best I could manage and that raised a smile on his face.

“Fucking chink bitch.” He said, “Beg for my cock…say it…beg me to take your virginity…and smile into the camera as you say it…just for Uncle Bob.”

It was enough for me…the bastard scared me and he knew it…and he knew I would do what he said. “Please Uncle Bob, fuck me. Please.”

“Better, bitch, but still not good enough. I want to hear you say it. I want you to say please Uncle Bob take my virginity…fuck me hard. Then I want you to lift up that dress and put my cock up your slut virgin cunt. NOW DO IT!”

I started to cry, quietly, tears welling up and sliding down my face. “Please Uncle Bob” I whispered, “Please fuck me…take my virginity…I’m your slut.” And he released my hand so that I could lift the hem of my dress. I looked down below it so that I could position myself closer to his cock.

He was holding his shaft straight up, the head just a couple of inches below my virgin pussy. My tears dripped down from my chin onto his hairy belly. He laughed at that, the bastard.

“Now” he said, “Take the shaft in one hand and just ease that tight little hole down on Uncle Bob’s cock. Let Uncle Bob fill you up.”

I did as I was told and took his throbbing cock in my right hand, holding my dress up with the other. Slowly lowering myself I rubbed his cock along my slit – dry now – his saliva and my juice having dried up as soon as the violence started. I hoped that his pre-cum would help, because otherwise this would kill me.

He groaned as I handled his cock and the head rubbed against my hot cunt lips. For a second I thought he might be about to blow his load and I would be saved, but one look into his burning, Devil eyes told me I was damned.

He was smiling now…knowing he was going to have me…that I was going to give myself to him…the ultimate humiliation…using his cock to give up my virginity…raping myself on his cock.

Deeper…pressing the head deeper into my tight slit. Too tight…too dry. He was leaking so much pre-cum that at least something was lubricating me…and his cock pressed in deeper as my weight sank lower over his crotch…my knees bending to lower myself onto him.

No rubbing now…he was in too deep, the head was inside now, stretching me open…splitting me open. I stood a little higher to ease the pressure on my pussy and my legs, and his cock head almost slipped out.

The smile faded and the hand was raised menacingly again. “Do that again bitch and I’ll put you on the fucking streets so any fucking crack head can fuck you. Now get your cunt down on that cock!”

More tears flowed down my chin and onto his belly and chest…sobbing now…I lowered myself again. Again his cock head pressed up into my pussy…pressure…splitting me…open. A groan slipped from my lips and I bit the bottom lip hard to stop myself screaming and weeping. Unless you’ve never had 8 inches of cock pushing into your tightest hole you can’t imagine the pain of a dry virgin fuck. I tried standing up a little, up and down, slow, slower, just to try and ease the pain, find some lubrication – who knows maybe he will blow and it will be over. And maybe there are blizzards in Hell!

I eased down on that cock…taking more…how big is this thing? 8 inches – feels more like 8 fucking feet! Half way in…and Christ I’m splitting in two and there…I’m blocked…I can feel his cock head touching my hymen…this is it! What am I going to do? I look at his smug face…and I can see he feels it too. He smiles and nods. “Give it to me baby, you are one hot slut.” He says, and slides his hand up my thigh and squeezes my ass.

My legs are getting wobbly by now and I’m sweating with the pain and the position, squatting over his cock…holding up my dress, with him half embedded in my tight pussy. I’ve got to do it…got to push down on that cock and break my virginity…I’ve just got to….DO...IT. Raising myself an inch, or was it a foot? I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes – a last look at that grinning, red, sweaty face of my bastard uncle, and then…down! I forced myself down onto that evil cock…feeling that thin membrane of flesh…that child’s safety barrier…my womanhood - tear like a rip in my soul. The instant of pain, of agony and it was gone – my weight driving the full length of the shaft deep inside my ruptured sex.

I nearly fainted. Perhaps for an instant I did pass out. But not for long enough, not long enough to save me from the continuing self-rape. I had his cock filling me…penetrating me…impaling me…but he wanted more…he wanted, NEEDED to be ridden to a climax.

His hand slapped me hard across the ass…once…twice…3 times… before I responded by rising and lowering myself onto him. Gently, so gently at first. Up…down…feeling his shaft rubbing against my dry insides…but getting less dry as the blood from the ripped membrane added lubrication to the rape. 

Faster, encouraged by his slaps, I dragged myself up and forced myself down on his cock…teeth gritted…eyes squeezed tight shut against the pain of the rape and against the growing cramps in my legs.

At last, at last…his groaning is louder than mine and I open my eyes to see the familiar signs of impending explosion. His bulging eyes, open drooling mouth – so familiar for so many years and so many cum dumps. He is going to cum…oh my God! He is going to cum inside me! My legs start to give out and I have to drop the hem of the dress so that I can use my hands to support my weight…my hands on his shoulders…driving myself down onto his cock…up…down…cum God damn it!

Finally, finally his balls give up and his cock expands to pump his evil, hot seed deep into my young belly. Pumping…squeezing my ass through the satin dress…so smooth and soft…pumping forever…I can feel every spasm of his cock as he shoots his load into my baby womb.

Exhausted I slump forward…my legs unable to support my weight…I’m spent and so is he. He is pressed back against my dressing table and I’m laying on his chest like a rag doll…a used condom…a cum-filled whore. I feel his cock shrinking…slipping out of my poor abused pussy. Thank God it’s over.

As my first ever cock slips out of its bloody victory, I hear a loud catcall whistle from the doorway – dear Daddy is home. Uncle Bob opens one eye and with one hand pushes me from his lap to the floor. His bloody cock now a shrivelled shell of what it had so recently been, flopped against his hairy, bloody balls.

“Christ John” he says, “Where the fuck have you been? You should have seen the fucking little slut go – wait till you see the tapes later.”

“Take it easy Bob” my Dad says, “I’m here now and it’s never too late for some ass and I don’t mind sloppy seconds.” And with that he strides over to me, grabs me by the hair and with me struggling and kicking he drags me to my bed.

“Up” he says, “Get your fucking ass on that bed and spread your slut legs!”

I managed to drag myself up onto the bed and collapsed face down on my pink and white Barbie sheets. Dad grabbed my ankles and dragged my ass onto the same pillow Uncle Bob had so carefully arranged earlier.  Face down, ass in the air…perfect for a bastard like my dear old Dad!

Barely conscious I felt my dress being pulled up once again…cool air soothing my sore ass from Uncle Bob’s spanking. My legs were once again forced apart and I felt the mattress sink under Dad’s weight as he positioned himself between my legs.

I drifted in and out of blackness as I felt his cock starting to poke at my bloody, cum dripping cunt. Thankfully Uncle Bob’s cum and my blood helped ease Daddy’s cock into my ex-virgin pussy and the pain was much less than the first rape. But still I felt every inch as it squeezed deeper into my hole…and I knew Daddy’s cock wasn’t either as long or as fat as Uncle Bob’s so it couldn’t hurt as much…could it?

As his cock drove deeper past my burst hymen, the pain intensified and I groaned into the bed covers, my fists gripping the sheets in tight balls.

Once his cock was completely buried in my cunt Daddy set about fucking me as hard as his skinny ass could go. Humping me deeper into the bed springs, banging the bed against the wall. How could mum not hear what was going on…all the groaning, banging and bumping it must sound like the fucking Haunted Mansion in Scooby Doo.

Just to make my poor raped pussy even tighter, Daddy pushed my legs together, squeezing his cock deep inside me…so tight he could hardly move it…even with all his brother’s cum to help it slide.

With a fist full of my hair, wrenching my head back, pulling me onto his trapped cock like he was riding a wild horse, he fucked me hard. Pain from my hair and pussy…trapped under his weight…pressed into the bed so hard I could hardly breathe…rape and humiliation were the hall marks of life with Uncle Bob and Daddy.

Opening my eyes and screaming with the pain, there was Uncle Bob with a video camera right in my face…recording everything for posterity. Over the next weeks we would watch the recordings of today many times, from all angles. Uncle Bob would spend many hours editing the tapes and producing pretty good quality porn films for him and for swapping with or selling to his friends. Usually of course I was too busy to actually see much of the films, my head was often buried in someone’s lap, or I was lap dancing with some creepy guy, or I had my eyes closed while some pervert humped me.

The last scene in all the film versions was of course the moment when Daddy shot his load into my trapped, raped, little girl’s pussy – with my beautiful, tear stained, agonised face sobbing with the humiliation of the rape and over my shoulder the straining, red, sweaty face of my Daddy in ecstasy as his orgasm stripped his humanity away and showed us the beast that is a father raping his own baby daughter.

Chapter Two – The Good Doctor

Now you’ve got to understand that I can’t detail every sexual event in my little life in this history, otherwise we would be here for weeks. But according to my diary, from the time of my first rape on my 13^th birthday over the next 12 months I had sex of some sort with 87 people. Mostly with my Uncle Bob and Dad of course because they just couldn’t keep their hands and cocks off me, or out of me. And it was only when these two perverts started to get tired of fucking me that they saw a way of making extra money and humiliating me even more, so they started selling me, or trading me with other perverts so that they could get at other peoples’ kids.

Most of these 87 people were men, as you might imagine, but there were some girls and women too. Some were forced to do stuff with me, others – like wife’s and girlfriends of the sex fiends I was given or sold to – did things with me because they liked it…got off on raping a young girl with a strap on, or making her eat them out while being fucked by their husband or whatever. My diary says that I did some kind of sex with 13 women over those 12 months.

So you see it would be long and pretty boring to tell you about every fuck, rape, blow job, beating, or whatever that I’ve done – but I’ll tell you about the things that marked me the most. The worst of the worst if you like.

One thing you can say about Uncle Bob is that he’s not stupid – corrupt, perverted, sadistic yes – stupid, no. The last thing he wanted on his hands was a pregnant 13 year old school girl, who happened to be his niece. What he needed fast was a tame doctor that would put me on the pill. True I hadn’t started my periods yet, but he didn’t want to take any chances. I know him and my Dad talked about having me sterilised permanently, just to be on the safe side, but Uncle Bob thought that maybe in the future they might want to “breed me” and that I might be worth more if I could get knocked up – wasn’t that kind of him? He also needed a way to keep track of whether I was clean or not, after all he didn’t want me passing on any diseases and getting his precious cock all messed up. So they needed a doctor to supply the necessaries.

Being a normal (although perverted) person, you might think it’s hard to find people to do what Uncle Bob needed? Well it’s not. There are perverts everywhere – doctors, nurses, police, politicians, business men and women, whatever. You name it and there’s someone out there dying to do it – for a price. And Uncle Bob seemed to know every scum bag and sex maniac in Manchester and further.

It took Uncle Bob only a couple of phone calls to have an appointment with his chosen medical help – a certain Dr. Stuart Radcliffe. A middle-aged, married general practitioner with two young kids of his own and ambitions towards serious incest, rape and torture.

My Dad and Uncle Bob took me along to the good doctor only 4 days after my first rape session – my birthday present if you remember. My pussy was still sore, but the bleeding had stopped after the second day, and I still had trouble walking normally. My ass was bruised from the spanking, but at least it didn’t hurt anymore when I sat down.

In the days after my first fucking both Uncle Bob and Dad had been satisfied with regular and frequent blowjobs, while watching the rape videos that they had made of me. They didn’t want to fuck me again until I’d been to the doctor, just in case they did permanent damage to my cunt and organs – how caring! So they were happy just to fuck my face instead. And I was relieved to have an easy way out as well, because my pussy was so fucking sore I felt like I had broken glass stuffed up me and bits of blood kept staining my panties – but mum never said a word when she washed my bloody underwear, maybe she thought I’d started my periods? And taking a pee or a shit – Jesus Holy Christ did that burn! I had to squat over the toilet and spread my little cunt lips wide to make sure none of the piss touched my bruised and battered skin. And for some damned reason every time I needed to squeeze out a turd the shit seemed to put pressure on my ripped pussy, making every shit-taking a nightmare.

So there I was on Monday afternoon, sitting in Dr. Radcliffe’s waiting room, wearing Dad’s idea of cute little girl clothes – A tight red t-shirt with little white bunnies and multi-coloured flowers embroidered over the front, a white cotton skirt that just reached about 6 inches above my knees (very short in other words), white ankle socks of course and red open-toe sandals. If I hadn’t kept my knees firmly pressed together you would have been able to see the black silk panties that Daddy had picked out for me, but pressed together they were. My bra of course matched the panties, but you couldn’t see any of that through the t-shirt, you would just have enjoyed glancing at my 30AA boobs and wondering just what it would be like to squeeze those firm, ripe apples.

Dr. Radcliffe had made the appointment for us to arrive after his other patients had gone and his receptionist had finished for the day. So we had him all to ourselves and we soon went through to his office. Now Dr. Radcliffe is not an impressive looking man, being 45 years old, already having a well developed hair hole and a bulging belly – the result of too many Rotary Club lunches and pints of beer in the local strip clubs. The good doctor was of course happily married – happy in the sense that he could screw whoever he wanted as long as his wife didn’t have to hear about it. He is also the father of two children, the oldest – a girl of 8 called Wendy, and a boy of 6 called Jason. As I was soon to find out Dr. Radcliffe had well developed plans for these poor little mites, but they are too young to be talked about here so I’ll skip over them. If you like that kind of thing I’m sure you can imagine the sort of deprived acts he leeringly discussed with Uncle Bob and my Dad.

Once sitting comfortably in Dr. Radcliffe’s rather tatty office and having exchanged the usual British pleasantries about the weather, the price of beer and Manchester United’s chances for next season, we got down to business. At least the perverts did – I was just the object of the discussion and something to be negotiated over as to the level and frequency of abuse I was to endure as payment for the medical services they needed. Money was never mentioned in the discussion since it was clear from the start that the doctor expected payment in kind for his involvement. The question was just how little could Dad and Uncle Bob get away with in terms of my time with the doctor and which holes could he abuse during that time. The doctor had a particular wish to take advantage of my virgin anus and this was not on the table (so to speak) for Uncle Bob and Dad. They wanted to keep this prize for themselves, or at least to be able to auction my ass cherry off to the highest bidder – another great money-making idea from Uncle Bob.

So an agreement was reached and hands were shaken – I was to visit the doctor at his office or a place of his choice once per month, for a duration of 2 hours - for my check up and examination. He would provide all the prescriptions necessary for my contraception and if necessary arrange any abortions that may crop up if contraception failed. Should any sexual diseases be contracted, then he would take care of the treatment. If any other drugs or services were required from him then more time would be allocated or more services provided by me, to be negotiated at the time. On his part during the two hours per month he could take advantage of either my mouth or cunt, or any other part of my body, but he could not penetrate my ass with anything bigger than his finger. Nor could he inflict any permanent marks or damage on my body, but otherwise any torture was permitted. Bruises were allowed as long as they were not visible when I was in public or during school activities. He was also allowed to take photos or videos, but these could not be sold or distributed without my Uncle, or Dad’s permission. He was also not allowed to offer me to anyone else during the two hours. There…deal done, negotiations over – time to sample the merchandise.

So my first examination time had come and although I’m sure Uncle Bob and Dad were tempted to stay and watch, they decided to go off for a couple of beers and would come back in two hours. They reminded the doctor that I really did need examining and then took my prescription off to get my pill supply.

Give the doctor his credit, he did take his time and examine me thoroughly. After nicely asking me to strip he took my weight and blood pressure and he measured my height and physical statistics – maybe he over did the measuring of my boobs a bit, but he did act like a doctor. He was wearing a long white doctor’s coat so I couldn’t see the state of his cock, but from the way he was starting to sweat as I slowly pulled my t-shirt over my head, shaking out my long black hair, and unzipped my skirt I would say he must have had the boner of his life. And yes I was doing it slowly – why? Because he only had 2 hours with me and every second I could keep him off me the happier I would be. So down came the zipper on my tight little skirt…so slowly…reaching behind me with both hands for the zipper and pushing out my boobs so that he got a good look. Wriggling my hips (if a 13 year old girl has hips!), I slipped the skirt down my long smooth legs…and his bulging eyes followed it down…down to my shoes…me bending with the skirt so that he can get an eye full of what’s in my bra.

I straightened up holding the skirt and looked around innocently for somewhere to put it – what a neat girl. I folded it nicely and set it down on the chair nearest the door. 5 more minutes gone! Now for the bra…reaching behind to the clasp…licking my lips, “It’s so dry in here doctor, could I have a glass of water, please?” The clasp opens and I ease the shoulder straps down over my arms, the cups still snugly holding on to my boobs.

I thought he would pass out at this point; he was steaming and gripping the desk so hard his knuckles were white. God I was actually enjoying this strip tease! I wriggled my shoulders to shake off the bra and he gasped out loud as my cute little apples came into view – light brown orbs, tight and firm with slightly darker aureoles and cute little nubs standing up under the scrutiny of Dr. Radcliffe. The bra joined the skirt and still the seconds ticked by with no movement from the doc.

Putting one foot up on the chair nearest to him I bent down to take off my sandal, my boobs tantalising the hypnotised doctor…off with the sandal and then the little white ankle sock. Then the second shoe and sock followed, again placed neatly on the growing pile of clothes.

Now for the moment of truth though, I only had my panties left to delay with. Hooking a thumb into each side I began to wriggle the silky black underwear down, over my hot little ass. Over my hips…slow…must do it slowly…easing them down one side at a time…rocking them down my thighs…the crotch sticking to my pussy for a second as they slide down my long, smooth legs – long for a 13 year old anyway. Down to my knees now…lifting one foot, then the other as my nakedness is finally complete and the warm panties dangle from my finger. Neatly folded they too joined my skirt, t-shirt and socks on the pile.

Standing naked in front of the doctor’s desk he studied me from head to toe…paying particular attention to my boobs and pussy. He finally moved a hand and made a circling motion with his finger, “Turn around please Sonia.” He asked. And of course I was happy to make a slow turn so that he could take all the time he wanted to check out my ass.

Slowly he stood and came around the desk and pointed to his weighing scales – more time taken up with a real examination, but that meant really touching me, and that built up his confidence as he started stroking and squeezing his way through checking my breasts, taking the temperature in my mouth, my pussy and my ass! For God’s sake, who ever heard of taking a temperature that way? At least my blood pressure was normal, which is more than we can say about his I’m sure!

“Just hop up onto the examination couch Sonia and put your feet in the stirrups.” Says the doc as we get to the part that I really wasn’t looking forward to, the pussy inspection. He slipped on a pair of transparent rubber gloves – you know I’ve always found the taste of these gloves a turn on, like whenever I go to the dentist and he (or she) starts pushing these rubber-covered fingers around my mouth it just makes me so hot and I have to fight the urge to start sucking them. Do you feel like that? Anyway it’s not my mouth the old doc wants to poke around in, and he wastes no time pouring gel over his hands and sliding his fingers into my exposed hole. One, two and then a third finger…even with the gel this is stretching things to the limit. I can feel his fingers probing around inside my tender slit, my first ever deep exam. He grunts a couple of times like he’s found something worth digging at and then pulls out his fingers with a rude slurping sound – God that sound is just so rude, sort of like a wet fart when someone pulls out of a wet cunt or ass hole, I always get embarrassed when I hear it.

So next up (literally) is the speculum - cold but at least he lubricated it before sliding that damn torture device up my tight little snatch. Felt like I was being raped by some robot from Mars…and then my poor tight little slit is being stretched wider….wider…Jesus Christ he’s going to split me in half! “Just relax and it won’t hurt a bit.” No it won’t hurt a bit, it hurts a fucking LOT! My screams echoed around the office and if anyone had been in the building they would have thought I was being slaughtered. But I was going nowhere, with my feet held up and legs spread wide enough to dislodge my joints. My hands gripped the sides of the couch for all they were worth.

“Now, now Sonia.” Says doc pervert, “We can’t have you wriggling around like that, you might fall off the couch and hurt yourself.” So the doctor opens a drawer behind the couch and produces a set of thick black leather straps. With my mind occupied with the pain in my over-stretched cunt, he’s quickly able to fasten the straps around each wrist to a metal bar running under the seat of the couch. A third, longer strap is attached to both sides of the couch, across my neck – securing my head. From the same drawer he brings out a cute leather ring-gag, which he pushes into my gasping mouth and buckles behind my head. No room to move now and not much sound I can make either, just whooshing or oofing sounds like some damn retard. But the point was that I could make some sound, just not loud or coherent – that’s what he wanted, and a normal gag would have stopped me making any sound.  Why was that important? Because he was going to whip me and he was going to get off on my hushed, but not blocked, screams!

Now it was the doc’s turn to strip and he did it a whole lot faster than I had. In 10 seconds flat he was naked except for his fucking socks – can you believe it, he kept his fucking socks on! I guess he hadn’t filled his toy collection at that time because the only thing he had to whip me with was the leather belt that had been holding his trousers up (pants for you Americans). And that was plenty, but at least he didn’t use the end with the buckle.

The first strike of a whip is not the worst you know? It comes as a shock, but it doesn’t hurt the most. To help increase the pain of the blows you need the victim to anticipate the pain and be waiting for it – almost feeling it before the whiplash lands. It’s in the mind of the victim, the extra pain. It’s true, try it.

I don’t think the doc had much experience of this sort of thing – maybe I was his first real chance to try out his fantasies. He landed some pretty hard lashes across my tits and stomach, and I tried to scream – just as he wanted me to, but he seemed to be holding back – unsure of what strength to put into each blow.

The first hit caught me just at the bottom of my breasts and the shock made me strain against the straps and my pussy contracted against the metal spreader still stuck up inside me…trying to push the fucker out of me. But the shock made me suck air in and I didn’t scream at all – the second blow an instant later landed across my stomach – and brought out all the air in a pathetic “Whoosh!” that turned into an even more stupid “Wooor!” sound as the last air left my lungs. He got into a bit of a rhythm after that and gave me a couple of seconds between lashes, so I could get my next breath ready for the almost-scream. And that is what increases the pain – the anticipation of the hit. The knowing it’s coming and the hopelessness of not being able to stop it. Helpless, even unable to scream or turn away from the blows. And I can see him standing there with the belt – naked, his little cock standing up hard against his pot belly. He’s sweating like a pig with the excitement and effort, swinging the belt again…”Waugh…..augh….augh!” Is all I can manage as the tears come pouring out and my half-gagged screams get cut off as I run out of breath and have to drag in another lung full of air.

But tears aren’t the only liquid that started to leak – it’s one of the odd things about me, when I take a beating sooner or later I start to pee. Not big gushing streams, but a little trickle, a few drops at a time as my bladder loses some of its control. And that started now…drops of pee falling from my strained pussy onto the doctor’s office carpet.

It didn’t take long for Herr Doktor to notice my leak and to my surprise he stopped the beating. At first I thought it was because he didn’t want the mess on his carpet, but no he pulled a stool over in front of my slowly leaking pussy and started taking out the metal intruder. Relief! He was a bit rough taking the damn thing out, but I wasn’t about to complain. What he did next really surprised me – I mean REALLY surprised me. He put his mouth to my slit and started lapping at the leaking piss! Now this really was a first for me. I’ve been made to drink a man’s pee before a few times, but I’ve never had anyone drinking mine.

He was pushing his face deeper into my slit now and trying to suck my pee hole, opening my lips with his thumbs…drinking right from the source you might say. I could feel him sucking at me and so I did him a favour – hey you like my pee, have more. So I let him have it, not all at once, just sort of opened the tap a little and let him slurp it down.

I guess this was a big thing for him and really got his motor running. As soon as he’d sucked down the last drop – and there was quite a lot – he stood up, boner in hand and just stuck it straight into the place his mouth had just left. Now his cock was pretty pathetic, but still my pussy was still quite raw from all the mauling that it had received lately and it took a fair amount of effort for him to stuff that skinny 6 incher into my cunny. But this was nothing like the fucking my Dad and Uncle Bob had given me, and old doc Radcliffe humped away for a couple of minutes, his hands squeezing and pulling at my titties, and then he was over the edge. And yes I could feel him inside me, of course I could…I felt every push, every pull back and then every spurt of his dirty cum inside my belly. The fuck lasted maybe 2-3 minutes maximum, so it was no big deal. But my tits and stomach were on fire from the belting. I was bright red from the neck to my pussy – and my pussy was pretty damn sore as well.

He pulled out of me as soon as he got his breath back, pulled out like all guys do, just leaving me with a gaping hole, empty, already leaking cum down from my cunt to my ass crack.

You know guys, once you’ve had your fun and blown your load you are pretty pathetic creatures. You lose all interest in the girl you just fucked, even if you promised her the universe if she would just let you into her pants. I guess that’s why you like hookers so much – no need for commitments. And I guess that’s why guys like me so much, because they can do what they want and just pull their cocks out without a thought. Am I right? You bet your wife I’m right – yeah that’s right, what are wives really for? Fucking – forget it, after the first 50 times it’s a drag right? Having kids - how many guys really give a shit about raising kids? Looking after the house and doing the shopping - it’s not worth it, cheaper to hire a maid. Am I right?

So the doc has blown his load and got his money’s worth. Now he can’t wait to get me out the door and the straps and gag come off fast enough to take the skin off my wrists and neck. He was gentleman enough to help me get my legs down from the stirrups and hand me some tissue for the cum that’s leaking down my ass and puddling on the couch. There wasn’t enough left up me to trickle down my legs, so waddling like a fucked duck I was able to get dressed without getting a mess on my clothes. Putting on my t-shirt hurt like hell, but I left my bra off because my tits were all swollen and it would never have fitted.

As soon as I was dressed the doc hustled me out of his office and into his waiting room – not as much as a single word was said. I guess he called my Dad because 15 minutes later he and Uncle Bob arrived to take me home. From the time Dad had left until he picked me up, the whole thing had taken just over an hour. I guess I got off easy, but the doc certainly found it easy to get off using me.

That was the first time with the doctor, but after that he was a quick learner and every time was a bit harder for me, a bit more painful and the sessions got started a whole lot faster. If you want I’ll tell you more about the doctor and his experiments, just let me know – maybe I’ll make him the subject of a whole story, not just a chapter, he would like that.

You know, when you are writing one of these stories you sort of get drained and find yourself wanting to wrap them up quickly. When I first wrote this down I had thought that I would end this chapter here, but as I was laying in bed the morning after writing it I started thinking about what happened after I had finished with the doctor and was on my way home. Before I knew it my hand was down between my legs and I was masturbating furiously as I remembered what had happened in the car after my Dad and Uncle Bob picked me up. And I thought, after I had cum, maybe you would like to read about it – maybe it would make you feel the way I did this morning?

So, we walked out to Uncle Bob’s car – a shiny new BMW 5 series, pale blue with soft leather seats. Uncle Bob always had nice things and he liked fast new cars – never really figured out where he got his money from though to buy them.

It was pretty clear to me as we walked that they had been on more than just beer while I had been with the doctor. Even though I was a bit preoccupied with my own aches and pains I could tell they were both pretty high. My Dad got in the drivers seat and Uncle Bob got in the back with me. I love the smell of new cars, especially the new leather and today there was more than just the new car smells, there was a fug of smoke from the joints that they had smoked on the way over to pick me up. A nice sweet smell that I often smelled around Uncle Bob when he was in one of his more relaxed moods.

With Uncle Bob’s arm around my shoulder we zoomed off into the evening traffic and Uncle Bob asked me to tell him everything about what had happened after they left me with the doctor – “Everything”, he said with a leer, “Every little detail of what he did to you and what you did.” So I did. I told them about the striptease, about the examination, about how he strapped me to the couch and about the whipping. When I told him about that part he told me to lift up my t-shirt so he could see the marks and swellings. He whistled when he saw how swollen and red my breasts were and he gently cupped my left breast in his right hand and massaged my poor little nipple – which happily responded to his touch by stiffening for him. He liked that and stroked a bit harder, then switched to my other nipple and got that to stand to attention as well.

I could tell from the bulge in his trousers that he liked my story and he told me go on, with every detail. So then I told him about how the doctor had lapped up my pee and sucked down every drop from my bladder as I lay there strapped to his examination couch. That part nearly caused an accident as my Dad hadn’t been paying attention to the driving and nearly ran into a truck turning into a side street. A few nasty words were exchanged between Dad and Uncle Bob about driving tests and road safety and we were back into the story again. But Uncle Bob kept coming back to the pee drinking part and he seemed fascinated by it. After I had been over every detail at least 3 times he had to have some release, his cock was just too painful cramped into his jeans.

“Come on baby” he says, “time to help Uncle Bob relax after a hard day.” And he pointed down at his zip. Now you should know that Uncle Bob always liked me to do all the work around satisfying him. You might have noticed that in my first chapter when Uncle Bob made me rape myself on his cock? Yes, he is a lazy bastard and likes to add to my humiliation by having me make all the moves. So cock sucking often starts by me having to undo his zipper and extract the cock that is going to abuse me. That’s what happened now and with both hands I reached down and undid the button of his jeans and lowered the zip. Since his cock was applying full pressure on the material it was quite a job getting him open. But I’ve got small, delicate hands and longer slender fingers, perfect for wrapping around a cock, or opening zips under pressure.

Uncle Bob has a pretty good figure (for his age – 43 at that time, my Dad was 37) and his beer gut is smaller than my Dad’s. He’s also not so hairy. And, very important for trying to give blowjobs in cars, he wears cool, ball hugging underwear that slips down easily. He lifted his ass to help me get his underwear and jeans down to his knees, and there was Uncle Bob’s trouser snake ready for action – as usual.

The traffic was pretty heavy as we drove along and we were going pretty slow, from one traffic light to the next, crawling along really. So it was easy for me to just lean down and take his cock head into my mouth, left hand cupping his balls, right hand holding the root of his shaft. Giving a blowjob in a fast moving car can be a bit awkward if the road is bumpy or there are lots of bends. You either end up doing unexpected deep throat, or half biting off the poor guy’s member. Very risky. But no worries right now, it was a routine, well practised exercise of my tongue and suction – at least it started that way.

I had given Uncle Bob my bra as we got into the car – I didn’t need it and I had no pockets to put it in. But now Uncle Bob found a use for it – that is he reached down and pulled my hands behind my back, tying them at the wrists with my bra. So there I am sitting beside him on his left, but half turned towards him with my head buried in his lap and my hand bound behind me. Believe me this is not an easy to position to work in and requires balance and strong neck muscles, as well as good sucking technique to keep the cock where it needs to be. Fortunately (if I can say that), Uncle Bob was only using my mouth to warm up on. He wanted a fuck and of course I had to do all the work. He pulled my up by my hair and said, “Time to saddle up sweetie, let’s see if you can ride Uncle Bob all the way home.”

With my hands tied it wasn’t easy and I was glad that Uncle Bob’s car had darkened windows or else half of Manchester would have witnessed my ass riding Uncle Bob’s cock. With a little (a very little) help Uncle Bob positioned me over his cock, my head bent under the roof of the car and my knees on the seat either side of his waist. He did lower his ass on the seat just to give my legs space to get in the right position to mount him. And he did hold his cock for me…putting it against the entrance to my cunt and rubbing his pre-cum and my saliva up and down my pussy lips.

“Ok baby, take it” he says. So of course I oblige him, letting my weight sink down onto his shaft, but doing it really, really slowly, letting my pussy stretch open with each inch of his cock. Even driving along slowly the streets of Manchester aren’t that smooth and each bump pushed his cock in that bit further. Dad was watching in the rear-view mirror and Uncle Bob reminded him to keep his fucking eyes on the road.

Now you’ve got to remember that although I’ve given hundreds of blowjobs and hand jobs over the years, this was only my 4^th fuck. And I’m still only 13 so my pussy was really, really tight. But I had just been opened by the good doctor and fucked (fuck number 3), so it was a bit easier to fit Uncle Bob in this time. And it was a bit less painful since there was some of the doctor’s gel and a bit of his cum still up there, helping me along a bit.

By using my legs it was pretty easy to control the rhythm of the fuck, even with the bumping and turning of the car. It helped that Uncle Bob’s cock was big enough to stay up my cunt even with the rough ride – trying to ride a little skinny cock like this would be impossible, it would just keep slipping out.

So with my t-shirt pushed up Uncle Bob’s hands had free access to my bruised and battered boobs, and he took full advantage with his tweaking and squeezing. And for him it was a pretty fast fuck because we hadn’t been at it more than 10 minutes when he started grunting and thrusting harder into me, hands on my hips now, and his cock started pumping and spurting into my tight cunt tube.

The hardest part about a fuck like this is getting off a still-hard cock! With my hands still tied and Uncle Bob still pretty hard, it was like a contortionist act to lift my ass off him and get it back onto the seat next to him. And that’s when something really odd happened – if you didn’t think it was odd enough for an under-age girl’s uncle to be fucking her on the back seat of a car driven by her father!

Like I said, Uncle Bob liked his cars and he liked to keep them clean, so as soon as my well-fucked ass touched his back seat he goes ballistic!

“What the fuck are you doing you stupid slut?” He screamed, and my Dad almost crashed again for the 20^th time. “Stop the fucking car.” He yelled at my Dad, “The bitch is leaking all over my leather seats”.

So Dad zoomed into the first side-street he could find and skidded to a stop. Out he jumped and leaped to my door, wrenching it open. “Get out you moron.” Dad screamed into my face as he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me through the door.

“Holy fuck! Look at that mess on my leather. She’s leaked cum all over it. You FUCKING BITCH!”

He was in a real state. Angrier than I’d ever seen him. Probably made worse because he was still pretty high from the drugs he’d been on. I was just standing at the side of the car shaking with fear. I could tell my Dad was pretty scared too because he was all white and just kept saying “Take it easy Bob, she didn’t mean it.” And at least he stood between me and Uncle Bob; otherwise I think he would have kicked the shit out of me.

“Well it was your stupid bitch that made the fucking mess so you had better clean it up.” Was Uncle Bob’s answer, and he stood over my Dad with his fists clenched.

So my Dad pulls his handkerchief from his pocket and starts to wipe off the leather seat. “Not like that you fucking queer.” Says Uncle Bob with a sick grin on his face, “I know you like the taste of cum now and again, so let’s see you clean it properly – with your fucking tongue!”

My Dad went tomato red and opened his mouth to argue, but I think he saw Uncle Bob was in a mood for a fight and Dad would have been no match for him. So, like I was dreaming or something, Dad bends down and starts licking up the mix of his brother’s cum and my pussy juice that had dripped and been smeared all over the back seat.

While I’m standing there with my mouth open like an idiot, Uncle Bob has whipped out his camera and is filming Dad lapping and sucking at the cum I’ve leaked. And Dad starts to really get into it, rubbing his cock through his trousers as he slides his tongue over the wet leather upholstery.

So there’s this unbelievable scene – while my Uncle sticks his camera through the door on the other side, my Dad goes at the seat until it’s shiny and clean as new again. But of course now my Dad has a boner again and needs taking care of.

“Let’s do that again you fucking homo, only this time lets get the whole thing on cam.” Says Uncle Bob. “Sonia, you can jerk off good old Johnny-boy, right there on my seat and then Daddy can clean it up, good as new – OK?”

Now this is just sooooo weird, but we get ourselves set – right there in this side-street where anyone could pass by. Dad’s standing at the open door, his zip open and cock out, me crouching on the car floor behind the passenger seat – and Uncle Bob is filming the crazy scene from the other side of the car.

So I take Daddy’s boner in my right hand and start wanking him, nice and slow – for the camera. The back seat light is on so everything looks good for Uncle Bob’s masterpiece. Dad is well gone and is just oozing pre-cum all over my hand. I reach under his balls with my left hand to help him get there and after only a couple of minutes I can feeling him tightening-up, getting ready to shoot, his cum boiling out of his balls.

I moved my left hand quickly out of the way so the cum didn’t land on me and just used my right hand to milk him as he came, squeezing his load out and aiming into the middle of the back seat. The first spurts though reached almost all the way to Uncle Bob and splattered the full length of the back seat. Anybody can say what they want, but I know how to give a great hand-job and get every last drop of cum from a man’s balls!

So that was the first part of Uncle Bob’s script, now we needed the pervy part. We needed Daddy to clean up his own mess.

Now I know a lot of you guys get turned on at the idea of being made to lick up your own cum, but mostly that’s while you have a hard cock and haven’t unloaded. Once you have dumped your load it’s a whole new story and it’s only a real pervert that will REALLY get down and enjoy licking up his own hot cum.

So I guess my Dad really is special because he got down there with his face still all sweaty from the orgasm and started cleaning that leather seat like he was a porn super star. All I had to do was lean back against the seat behind me and let Uncle Bob get his close-ups as Dad scooped up the cum load with his tongue, displayed it nicely for the camera and then swallowed. I couldn’t have done it any better. Dad did a great job of finding and cleaning up every drop and polishing the leather seat to perfection.

Now you’ve got to admit that this would be memorable to a young girl, seeing her Dad for the first time do something that was pretty “gay”. And I can’t say I really looked at Dad the same way after that. I think that it must have marked a turning point for Dad too because I witnessed many other gay acts by him over the next years, usually with young boys and often with shocking violence and even “snuff” for the boys during or after he fucked them. I’ll put some of this in later chapters for you “bi” guys. Let me know if you want more.

Chapter Five.  An auction for my anal virginity – age 14

Hello and thanks for reading about me and writing to me. It’s coming up to Christmas and here’s my last chapter for this year - I hope you “enjoy” it. My first chapter next year will be about the first time I went with my Dad and Uncle to India and took part in a shocking torture and snuff session. So if you are into this kind of thing and the perverted sex that goes along with it, there’s something to look forward to.

Here I will once again skip over months of sexual abuse and jump to the next big step in my sexual saga.

In this chapter I’m going to tell you about how my Uncle and Dad held an auction among the local pedo community to sell off my anal cherry. So if you aren’t into anal rape, underage sex, incest and interracial sex I suggest you skip this chapter.

This time I’m also going to show how my ideas started to turn towards being a domme instead of letting myself be used forever as a toy and whore for pedos.

For those of you that I’ve been emailing with over the past weeks, don’t worry I haven’t forgotten my promises – I will write chapters on my cum-dumping experiences; being used as a piss whore; my times with good old Doctor Radcliffe; as well as other things that I saw my Dad and Uncle do, with each other as well as with other victims of their perversions.

And finally before I start this chapter – thanks again for reading my story and extra thanks to those who have written to me.

So here we go…I was 14 and being used just about every day by dear old Daddy and Uncle Bob. But they had done me one big favour, they hadn’t taken me in the ass – yet. Oh they had wanted to – my Dad had been badly tempted, and Doc Radcliffe had been fingering my little puckered friend at just about every visit. But Uncle Bob had something in mind that would lead to even better opportunities – let me explain.

In Manchester there’s a pretty active and growing pedo community and at the top of this sick pile is a big-shot Indian guy, let’s call him Mister Patel. Back then he was still growing into the lead slot and was using his connections back in India to supply the needy with his endless stock of little Indian kids – any age; any size; male or female, if the price was right. Home delivery sir? No problem. Would madam or sir like to visit India and select from the latest collection? Perhaps purchase one or two samples for a week, to play with and … use up…then throw away, if sir is into that total satisfaction trip?

Well Uncle Bob wanted into this supply of fresh flesh and needed a route to Mister Patel. And as it happens Mister P is a real ass bandit; boys or girls it doesn’t matter as long as they have a tight ass hole. So you can see where this is going? My ass was to be the bait to hook Mr. P and land Uncle Bob with a prime source of kiddy meat so that he could develop his tastes.

Now of course Uncle Bob could just have called up Mr. P and said “Hey I’ve got a nice piece of Oriental ass, how about we do a swap or sale?” But that’s too easy and leaves Uncle Bob looking like any other pimp, and we all know that people appreciate things if it takes a little something extra to get to the prize – right? The chase is almost as important as the catch, so here’s what he did. He takes a few pictures of me in action – with the focus being on how cute my ass looks, and sends out an invitation to some of the richest perves in the community with the offer of my ‘guaranteed-virgin’ ass to the highest bidder.

Now timing is everything and maybe it was a coincidence but it just so happened that the closing date for bids was a week before Mr. P’s 50^th birthday. It might also be a coincidence that Mrs. P was also into the same circles of perversion as her dear hubby, and she was copied on the auction details.

So to cut a long story short we ended up with the right winner and Mrs. P was going to give her darling a special birthday surprise – my tight little arse hole and anything else of mine he might fancy. I heard a long time later that the winning bid had been nearly £2,000 ($4,000 at today’s rates) – not bad for a piece of teen ass. Would you pay that for a few hours of whatever goes with a 14 year old?

Good old Mr. P celebrated his birthday with all his friends and cronies on Saturday 9^th September 2001, but his real birthday was on the Sunday and that was when I was to make my anal debut, at his private party. Now you can imagine that this date is pretty easy for me to remember and hard to forget – much as I would like to.

Right at 8:00 PM Sunday night there I was standing at Mr. P’s back door, with Uncle Bob dressed like a tart – that is I’m dressed like a tart, not Uncle Bob ;-)

Short black leather skirt; red t-shirt – 2 sizes too small; black patent leather shoes with 5” heels. No makeup though because he wanted me to look all young, clean and fresh. Uncle Bob didn’t think I should wear a bra, so my nipples would stand out nicely. He did let me wear some panties though – black silky ones, with lace trim around the waist band and legs.

Mrs. P opened the door at the first knock and after checking us over she beckoned us inside. She was a really snooty bitch in her bright silk sari and expensive low-heeled shoes – looking me up and down like I had just crawled out of the gutter.

After confirming the arrangements with Uncle Bob: 3 hours; anything goes except permanent scarring or hospitalisation; any films made to be shared by the parties. Half the money was handed over in a brown envelope, the other half would come afterwards and after it had been confirmed that I was indeed an anal virgin.

Agreement reached Uncle Bob was ushered out of the door and the last I saw of him he was giving me the eye to make sure I remembered what he had been drumming into me for the past weeks about doing whatever the Patels wanted “OR ELSE!!!!”

Mrs. Bitch P curled a long brown heavily jewelled finger in my direction and hissed at me to follow her fat ass into the house…down a corridor and up a flight of stairs…along another wide corridor, my heels click-clicking on the shiny wood floor.

We stopped outside a closed door halfway down the hall and she put her finger to her lips. She opened the door and slipped inside, closing it behind her. No sounds from inside, but I guessed this was going to be show time.

Two, maybe three minutes passed – seemed like a million years – and the door opened again, wide this time so that I could enter.

Mrs. P stood to one side and waved me in. Oh…disappointing? It was a normal study kind of room. Lots of books, a desk and computer, chairs, sofa – normal. And there was Mr. P sitting with his eyes tightly closed – looking like a great big kid just before he gets his birthday wish. How true in this case. He was dressed in smart casual clothes; grey trousers; dark red sweater; brown shoes. A bit podgy and going bald – your typical middle-aged Asian business man with an expanding hair-hole. 

Mrs. P led me by the arm over to stand in front of his chair; the carpets in the room muffled my footsteps and he sure was going to get a nice surprise. He sniffed a couple of times, like a big brown dog, and I wondered if he was trying to smell my ass and nearly laughed out loud.

Mrs. P reached down and took his hand off the arm of the chair and put it onto my left knee, “Happy Birthday Raj.” She said. “Now you can open your eyes. She’s all yours…for a little while. I got her for you.” He opened his eyes and looked me up and down. Yes he started from my feet, my shoes, and worked his way up to my face, and then his smile drifted back down to my shoes again. He was smiling…almost drooling, but she wasn’t – she had a cold hard look that made me shiver.

Finally he looked up at his wife and said “Thank you dearest, you always know how to please me.” And he stood up, took me by the hand and started off towards the corner of the room. She followed close behind until we came to an almost hidden doorway in the corner of the room. The door was unlocked and we went through into their play room.

If I had expected anything then this room was more like it. I’ve seen BDSM scenes in movies and even visited a few fake dungeons, but this was much more practical. The equipment in the room was not all fancy leather or rubber, with chains and racks of whips and stuff just there for effect. No this was much more “clinical”. Everything in there looked like it was there for a good reason and it was there to be used. Professional stuff; heavy duty and nothing fake. Scary and I was scared. If it had been the fake dungeon scene then I might not have been so scared – we all like to play games, but I got the feeling that these guys weren’t into “playing”.

No chance to back out or even hesitate since Mrs. Bitch fucker was right behind me, pushing me towards the centrepiece of the room – a sort of bastardised cross between a vaulting horse and a gynaecologist’s chair. Padding and stirrups made it look sort of comfortable, but the cuffs and collar attachments definitely didn’t look friendly at all.

“Just hop up into the chair my dear.” Instructed Mrs. P - Mr. P was too busy ogling me and adjusting the height of his equipment to say much.

Getting into the contraption wasn’t very difficult, and lying there it was pretty comfy – to start with. And I was still wearing everything I came in with so, hey this isn’t too bad.

Mr. P slipped the collar around my neck while Mrs. P clipped the cuffs around my wrists, holding my arms down at the side of the chair. She lifted one leg into a stirrup, supporting my leg at the ankle, and then Mr. P did the same thing on the other side. So I’m sort of lying on this thing, half propped up so I can see down between my legs, but unable to move a damn thing. There’s even a mirror above me so I can look up and see everything that’s going on down there.

And the key thing, the really important thing is that my ass is at the end of the “seat”, with easy access to either hole. Positioned at just the right height for His Royal Anus to pluck his prize.

Mrs. P pointed off to the far side of the room somewhere and flicked her head at Mr. P, indicating that he was to go somewhere and do something, but I didn’t know what. And she busied herself setting up some familiar equipment – a camera and microphone.

Christ it’s such a drag with guys like this, always wanting to film everything. Wouldn’t you think they’d be happy just doing something without all this voyeurism and Super Star attitude, performing for their freaky friends?

While dickhead Mr. P is off somewhere, Mrs. P slides up to me and for once is smiling – bad news of course. “Listen slut, this is going to hurt like Hell and I’m not going to make it easy for you. In fact I’m going to hurt you as much as I possibly can while he does you. I’m going to do this to you so that you see a choice – either you can stay the way you are and let people use you up, or you can take control and get into the other side. Oh, and feel free to scream as loud as you want – it turns me on, and I’ll be recording it for later so that I can use you to make me cum as often as I want. OK?” She chuckled and went on with the setting up.

Once the camera is ready she goes over to a cupboard and brings out a pair of large scissors – my mind does a double back flip thinking about what she’s going to do, but all she does is push my skirt up and snip off my panties, letting a cool breeze flow over my ass and pussy. She also pushes up my tee shirt – up under my armpits, so my little boobs are all exposed and that same cool breeze makes my baby nipples get all hard.

Finally she picked up a riding crop from the selection of mean-looking tools sitting neatly in their places on the cupboard and used it to rap out a few loud clangs on the frame of the “chair” I was attached to. I guessed that this was a signal of some sort and sure enough I was right.

Out from the far end of the room came Mr. P, suitably naked except for a black leather collar and wrist and ankle cuffs. This kind of surprised me because I would have thought he was going to be doing some dom stuff - dressed in black leather and all that crap. But no, here he was all slave-like and wimpy.

“Come here Darling”, said the Queen of fucking Sheba, “Come here and show this slut just who is in charge around here.” And she chuckled. I was craning my neck to see what was going on, but she stood at the foot of my chair – she wanted me to see everything.

Mr. P sort of sidled up, eyes not leaving the floor, and sank to his knees in front of his wife. “Kiss the whip.” She said, and Jesus Christ, he did. He leant forward and kissed the tip of the crop that she was holding.

She looked at me and smiled that smile again – the one that sends shivers down my back. “OK you piece of shit, let’s see if this little tart is worth the money. Get your face into her ass and tell me if she’s been had.”

Still on his knees good old Mr. doggy P shuffles over to kneel in front of my ass. And sure enough he starts to sniff right up against my ass crack. I can feel his breath against my pussy and ass cheeks. Finally I feel his nose pushing between my cheeks…right up against my puckered brown hole.

His hands gently gripped my ass cheeks and he eased them open… his face only inches from my hot spots. What was he looking for? I can’t begin to guess if there is a way to tell if an ass has been fucked just by looking at it and smelling it. Maybe you Indian guys know a way?

Anyway, the next thing I know I feel something wet and pointy touching my ass hole. Now this is something that I’ve always liked – having my ass hole licked! There’s something about it…maybe it’s all those nerve endings right there in your anus, or the thought of another human being licking your shit hole. Whatever it is, I love it. Always have and always will.

“That’s it shit boy, lick her ass and taste her shit. Can you taste the whore’s shit Baby Dear?” His darling wife said, and I felt him nodding into my butt crack. Like a good boy he knew not to speak with his mouth full.

Onward and upwards as they say, and that’s what his tongue did, probing deeper and further into my ass hole. Tied there like piece of meat I couldn’t do anything, but my juices were starting to flow and I could feel that heat starting – my belly starting to turn to jelly. God that felt good, his tongue working deep into my anus, playing with the nerves, slipping in and out like a little prick, his hands holding my cheeks wide so that he could get his face right into my ass crack. I could have used some attention to my clit right about then and good old Mrs. P didn’t miss what effect her hubby’s tongue was having on me either.

“Good dog!” She exclaimed, “The slut is already wet and seems to be enjoying your tongue – you must be improving Dear, you can look forward to servicing my ass later.”

“Now shit, I think we’ve loosened her up enough, let’s get to the part I like”. She picked up a lead (leash for you Americans) and snapped the clip to his collar. “Up boy” she said as she jerked the lead upwards, pulling him off his knees, “Up!”

My head had been lying back on the head rest, my eyes closed as I enjoyed his tongue, but now my eyes snapped open and in the mirror above I could see him standing in front of me, his cock standing out like a little flag pole.

Thank God his dick wasn’t anything like as big as Uncle Bob’s or even Dad’s. It was quite long, maybe 7 inches, but thin – like a long brown finger. The tip was glistening wet and a drip of pre-cum was sitting on the end like a tear drop.

“Pathetic aren’t you, you piece of dog shit – absolutely pathetic!” He nodded again and shuffled closer, his cock head now only a few inches from my ass.

Any sense of being turned on had gone now – my muscles were twitching and rigid. My ass felt tighter than a Scotsman’s wallet.

“Do you want to fuck this little bitch? Do you?” The taunting old fart went on. “Beg your darling wife to let you have this slut’s ass. Come on, let me hear you.”

Finally, for the first time since he had come back into the room, Mr. P looked at his wife and spoke, in a hot, breathless voice. “Please dear, please Mistress, please let me fuck her in the ass. You know I will do anything for you, I beg you, please let your worthless, pathetic little slave fuck this whore’s anus. I beg you my darling wife, I beg you to let me push my useless little cock inside her – to fuck her ass and cum up her. Please...a thousand times please.”

A tear rolled down his fat brown face and dripped off his chin, splashing on his belly. I couldn’t believe how much he was into this sub role – he really was begging like she might not let him do it. It never fails to amaze me how much sex is in the mind and how big a turn on it is to role play and fantasise.

“All right you worthless worm, have your whore – but I will punish you as you take your pleasure.” My nerves were screaming while they talked – like I was just a dumb object, tied there just waiting for her to decide if he was to rape my arse or not.

As soon as she gave him permission he moved in…moved his cock right up to the entrance to my last remaining virgin hole. My Uncle had fucked my mouth when I was only 10, then he and my Dad had raped my cunt on my 13^th birthday and now I was to be invaded again and anally raped at just 14 years old!

Holding his cock with his right hand he spread my ass cheeks with his left, rubbing his wet cock head up and down my ass crack.

“Better make the most of that slut...” Said the monster standing over both of us, “…because it’s the only lubrication you are going to get.” And she laughed again.

His cock head was pressing now…pressing against my virgin bum hole. His thin little cock was trying to worm its way past my anal defences. Past my tight anal opening (the external sphincter muscles for you experts), and boy was it tight. There was no way I was going to let ANYTHING get past that barrier!

Concentrated as I was on holding my defences tight, I missed the attack by Mrs. P. The first thing I noticed was when my world exploded and my left nipple went with it! Jesus Holy H Christ the pain was suffocating – the bitch had whipped me right across my little stiff nipple with her riding crop.

My head reared back and my mouth opened, but no sound came out. Not until I dragged in my next breath - and then I screamed. I screamed again when her next strike caught me on the right nipple.

I couldn’t move, but my body was rigid. My head thrown back, I screamed…and screamed as each strike of the crop found its target and left its mark.

But her tactic worked – while she was whipping me and the pain she was inflicting was distracting me, her cock-sucking little ass bandit of a husband was attacking my rear with more persistence. And he was winning, his cock head was now sneaking past my sphincter and he was pushing…pushing on into my rectum.

Christ I was hurting at both ends. My tits were in agony and my ass was burning as he forced his worm cock deeper inside me…driving his rod up my rectum, pulling back an inch or two before ramming it just a bit deeper each time. Finally he got his pathetic cock – his enormous monster muscle is what it felt like – all the way in. His hot sweaty face dripped onto my belly now as he paused for breath.

“SMACK!” The bitch’s crop slashed across flesh again, but this time I had no pain! Instead the fat old bastard buried up my arse bucked and screamed like girl – she had whipped his ass instead of my tit.

“Who said you could stop you shit eating cock sucker?” She yelled at him and “SMACK!” Down came her crop again. “Fuck the little bitch… HARDER!” She screamed into his ear.

So now I was in anal hell…with this fat brown fucker buggering me…and his fucking crazy wife beating the shit out of him with her crop. Each time he pulled his cock back down my shit hole I felt like I was being turned inside-out, then “SMACK!” down would come her crop and he would yell and drive his cock back up my arse.

You know, I hate anal sex. That burning pain as the cock drives through the sphincter muscles, and the stabbing pain as it hits the back of the rectum. Then when the cock drags back out you get that “gotta shit” feeling and then it starts all over again. It’s even worse when the bastard doing it doesn’t care about rupturing your ass muscles, or ripping open your anus and can’t be bothered to use any lube.

I don’t know what gays see in it. I guess it’s different for men, if it’s done right at least you have a prostate gland to target which gets you off…us girls don’t even have that, so we get NOTHING out of it…except pain and that God Damn feeling of being TOTALLY used. It’s not even the same as being raped like a woman, at least you can feel that the animal raping you wanted you because you were female and he had the urge to breed – no, anal sex is just someone fucking a hole and using you as a dirty cum dump.

To be honest I don’t even like doing anal sex to others. I’ve done it loads of times of course using a strap-on, other dildos and vibrators, and even other things like whip handles, carrots, candles and (don’t laugh) even a light bulb – yeah, switch that fucker on and see how fast it heats up and cooks the victim’s guts. I’ve even stuck my little fist up a few shit holes, but it doesn’t turn me on. It’s smelly and messy, and I guess it’s another one of those “all in the mind” things – some folks get off on being tied down and arse fucked. The submissive, or rape thing that some people just need – like my current sub-slave who needs something like this every few weeks, once his arse has recovered from the last time. He gets off on being dressed like a girl and being “forced” to kneel and suck my rubber cock (or whatever I’m going to use on him) and then bending over, lifting his skirt and spreading his cheeks. I do let him rub himself though through the material of the skirt so that he can come – and he does – spraying his slime like a dirty school boy.

But back to my first sodding butt fucking.

I don’t know how long he fucked my ass, but it felt like a lifetime. Grunt, “SMACK”, scream, hump….on and on…my own sobs were ignored of course and lost in the noise of the rape and beating.

Finally, with my arse feeling ripped apart and my throat hoarse from the sobbing, I felt him building up…even though my arse was raw there’s something about a fucking that tells you when a man is going to blow his load…and arse fucking is no different. His humping rate increased and his bloated, red, sweaty face bulged even more as he went into fast-forward. He came, I know he came, even though I couldn’t feel his seed spewing into my guts. I was too sore and in too much of a state to feel his hot cum pumping into my bowels, but I felt his last thrusts as he lost his animal urge to dump his load.

He stood there, half slumped over me and his cock buried in my ass…wilting fast as my still-tight ass muscles pushed his invading cock out. When his slimy dick popped out it came with a loud, wet, smelly fart. All that pumped-in gas had to come out sometime and I was only surprised that a load of shit didn’t follow it; it certainly felt like I needed the mother of all shits.

I don’t know if you’ve ever been butt fucked, but for me that first few minutes after it’s over and the cock is out are the worst. Not the most painful, but the worst. There’s the hurt, the emptiness of your ass and the feeling your are going to shit yourself, and the feeling – the feeling of having been….well used. Does that sound feeble? I guess you don’t know what I mean…maybe it’s a woman thing so you’ll never get it. Or maybe if you are ever banged up in jail and some big black bastard nails your ass, then maybe you will understand.

I think the worst thing ever for me in all the anal rapes I ever got, the worst one was where the guy not only came up me (of course), but he left his cock up there and as it got softer he pissed deep inside my guts. Yeah he emptied his beer-filled bladder into my anus and rectum, a piss/beer enema. Then when he pulled out it was like a fountain as my abused sphincter muscles pushed all that foul liquid out of my ass.

But all that was still to come. Just then I’d received my first ever anal rape and it hurt – it hurt physically and I cried like a little girl – shit I WAS a little girl!

But my night wasn’t over. The big thing about perverts is that they are insatiable. You might only fuck your wife every blue moon, but you can get it up 6 times a day in front of a porn video or when you’ve got a little strapped down and available for abuse. Am I right? Yeah and this brown mother-fucker was the same. He had just fucked my ass, but was he finished? No way!

They unstrapped me from the “chair” and it took both of them to lift me down …everything just hurt too much to do it by myself, I was just like a rag doll. When they let me go, I just sank to my knees, but that made me feel like shitting even more. It also brought my face into an unfortunate position…just in front of the bastard’s shitty cock.

I’m sure you are ahead of me here…you can see what’s coming? And yes, you are right. The bitch grabbed me by the hair and forced my face against his slimy, shit smeared meat pole. Christ that cock stank. But you’ve got to realise that I was gone. My mind was exhausted and my body was broken. She rubbed my face all over his dick. Across my nose, my mouth and my eyes. The smell was everywhere. Finally, when she saw no resistance, she reached round and gripped my lower jaw, pulling my mouth open. Do you want to know the rest? Do you want me to have to say it?

Yes he put his shit covered penis in my mouth. Yes they made me suck him clean and swallow my own waste that covered his shaft and cock head. And yes they kept at it until he was hard again.

How did I feel to have sucked a shitty cock for the first time? What did my shit taste like? I felt like nothing! A worthless, useless piece of meat that just wanted the night to be over. The smell was the worst part, the taste wasn’t so bad – I’ve eaten proper meals that tasted worse, especially Indian food. But of course these guys were over the moon. The humiliation they were inflicting on me was their drug – and they were well away. His cock swelled up in my mouth and before I knew it I was gagging as he tried to force that brown slug down my throat. But the missus wasn’t having any of that and dragged him over to another little piece of equipment. This was like a padded bench and she had him lie on his back while she buckled his wrists and ankles to the bench legs.

I was still slumped at the foot of the “chair” and could just sit there watching and trying not to vomit from either end. But the pain in my ass was fading and my strength was coming back already. Sure my tits were still killing me and looked like purple blobs with strawberries on top, and my ass was sore as hell, but that “feeling” of being gutted was slipping away and the need to shit was going with it.   

But like I said, the night wasn’t over.

Once the brown shit head was tied down, his bitch brought out a peculiar looking chair – with something like a toilet seat as the part to sit on. And she positioned it so that the hole was just over the bastard’s face.

“OK bitch”, she said to me, “Tea breaks over, time for round two.”

“Now you didn’t think we were going to pay all that money for a slut and then just let her get away with a single fucking did you?” And she laughed again. What a happy, evil soul.

“Get that ass over here.” And she hauled me up by my hair and dragged me to where hubby was waiting, his cock still nice and firm.

“This time you get to do the work. You are going to ride his cock with your arse until he comes, and while you are doing that he is going to be eating my pussy.” She just had to be kidding, I was too weak to even make a squeak.

“Just to help you lovers along, don’t forget that I’ve got my little toy here…” She held up her crop “…to make sure you keep up the pace.” Her grin just made me want to weep again.

She unwrapped herself from her sari, and then naked except for her pearl necklace and shoes she pulled and pushed me into position, using the crop to make me raise my leg and straddle his waist – facing towards his head.

I don’t know if you are into Indian women, but I can tell you that middle-aged Indian cows are not pretty to look at - brown, greasy, fat and hairy spring to mind. And the smell isn’t that great either. To be honest I wished she had kept her sari on; at least it hid her yukky body and bushy twat.

Once I was standing in place with my legs spread over her husband’s pole she went back to the cupboard to get my latest present – my very own collar, black leather now that my status in the pedo world had changed.

What do I mean? Well maybe you don’t know but most of these pervert groups have their own little code system to help tell others what they are into, or to show what kind of punishment they can take, who has had them and so on. The group that I belonged to used different coloured dog collars on their “pets” to show are far down the shit pile they belonged. Most little kids started out with green leather which showed they could do oral and stuff, and not receive much punishment; a blue collar meant she had lost her cherry, and could be beaten quite nicely; and a black collar meant she or he had lost everything and could be beaten as much as needed – but not hospitalised. A red collar was reserved for the ultimate – the snuff victims. There were some other colours, but you get the picture.

So here I was with a nice shiny black collar, with a pretty “owners” disc showing the sign of the perverts who had taken me to this new level “PP”. I’m sure my Dad and Uncle Bob would be delighted with my “promotion”.

In order to let me show my gratitude for the present the fat old bag stood next to me and lifted one of her arms, resting the hand on top of her head. “Here you are slut, let’s see doggy lick this clean as well.” And she grabbed me by the hair again and pulled my face down to her hairy, sweaty armpit. And when I mean hairy I mean it was FUCKING hairy! The bush of tangled, wet black hair stank of sweat and body odour and she pulled my face into it.

Believe me, this actually tasted worse than my own shit and I almost threw up, but still I put out my tongue and slapped at her rancid armpit – like licking the hairiest, ugliest pussy in the world.

Here’s another secret readers – I love having this done to me – having my armpits licked and kissed and sucked. Mine aren’t hairy of course; I shave mine every few days. But I do love the feeling of a tongue, any tongue, slowly working its way under my arms, leaving a snail-trail of saliva; it’s almost like having 3 pussies…ummmm.

And she liked it too, I could tell from her purring as my tongue worked to clean up that tangled mess, my lips sucking at the black curly hair; sucking out the sweat and dirt from her ‘pit.

But all good things must come to an end (yuk) and she lowered her arm to attach the ring clip of my matching dog lead onto the collar.

“Now baby, lets see you mount this dog’s pathetic cock, and don’t forget – if I see you slacking off I’m going to whip you raw.” And she held the crop up under my chin just to make the point.

She turned on her heel and walked to her “throne” – remember, that toilet seat positioned right over her dear husband’s face. She swung her leg over and placed her fat and wrinkled ass right in the middle of the hole, her disgusting hairy cunt and ass pressing down on his upturned nose and mouth. Christ – a fate worse than death!

She brought her crop down hard on his belly with a “SPLAT!” that made him yell and buck, or at least he would have yelled if his mouth wasn’t full of fat twat. “OK cunt, get eating!”

“And you slut, let’s go we haven’t got all night.” So I reached back to grip his slimy cock with my right hand and with my left hand I tried to pull my ass cheeks apart, taking a sort of squatting stance so that his cock could reach – sort of like you do when you’re wiping your arse after taking a messy shit.

I rubbed his cock head up and down my ass crack, a faint hope that he would blow just with a sort of combo hand-ass wank, but no luck. For my trouble I got a whack across my left shoulder and a steam of foul abuse as encouragement to “Fucking do it you slut!”

So there was no way out. I had to bite the bullet and do it.

Squatting further I started pushing his cock head at my ass entrance, gripping his shaft so hard his eyes must have been watering. But God it’s hard to get something up your arse when you are all tensed up.

I was hot and sweaty and trying to relax like Uncle Bob had told me: “The secret of an easy ass fuck is to pretend you are trying to shit and just let it happen. If you relax like when you have a good shit, then it will slide in easy.” Yeah, right!

But that’s not easy when you have a sadistic bitch suffocating a guy right there in front of your face, hitting you with a fucking whip just to make you scream – because she likes it.

Thank Christ his cock was thin though and I managed to finally stuff the head up my anus – helped by my sweat and his pre-cum. At least it didn’t hurt as much as the first time, but taking a shit started to become top priority!

Once the head was in past my guardian muscles I could use my weight to force the rest in and I could bring my hands back to the front so I wasn’t twisted like a fucking contortionist.

I couldn’t help it, I had to put my hands down and use his body to support my weight as I started riding his muscle. In and out of my back passage, working it like I was taking the world’s biggest dump.

Once I had a rhythm going it wasn’t so bad and I could take a look at what was happening right under my nose, so to speak. Old missus shit bag was having a ball and must have been cumming oceans from what I could see of the juice streaming down her trapped husband’s face. Every time she lifted her fat cunt for him to take a breath he would gasp like a landed carp and I could see his bloated, red lower face shining with her cunt slime. But he only got a couple of seconds and then down would come her ass again and his face disappeared under her brown flabby ass cheeks.

“Yes, yes, yes…” She was gasping as she rode his face and lashed at me with the crop, driving me up and down faster on his pole. “Cum you bastard, cum, cum...” as she alternated between whipping his belly and smashing the whip across my tits, shoulders and thighs.

How could he resist? Could you resist cumming with a big fat sow mashing her pussy and ass in your face while you are tied down, and a luscious little girl squatting over you with your cock up her arse? Could you help it if you flooded her ass with the contents of your balls? Of course not, it’s not your fault – you just have to CUM! And he did; his body spasmed and he bucked with his spurt of his cum that pumped out of him into my rectum.

Thank GOD, thank God, he came! She came too, God knows how many times. She slumped backwards in her cute little toilet chair – lucky for him or he could have been suffocated (what a shame) and I fell sideways in pure exhaustion; my legs like jelly and his cock popping out of my ass like a cork.

I must have drifted off somewhere because the next thing I remember they were both standing over me, dressed and trying to pull me back to consciousness.

So that was it. That was my first experience of ass fucking. It wasn’t my last by a long shot and it was only a few hours before Uncle Bob and Dad had followed the new trail into my dark passage.

Mr. Patel had enjoyed his birthday treat, as had Mrs. Patel and they both became close to my Uncle, as he had intended. Not friends exactly, but close business partners – my Uncle helping to find new customers for the Patels’ flesh trade as well as visiting India many times to help sample the wares.

What I learned the most from this whole episode (apart from how to cope with being arse fucked) was just how deceptive appearances can be – meaning that I had seen just how easy it was for a “little” woman to completely dominate a “big strong” man. And how much a man liked it.

Mrs. P had been right about the choices we can make and I started then to make mine. If a well connected guy like Mr. P would kneel to a fat cow like her and lick her arse, then why wouldn’t any man get down and lick mine?

Well that’s it for this year guys and girls. Thanks for reading and I’ll try and get more chapters out early next year – have a happy and rude Christmas. Remember, while you’re busy stuffing the turkey, or your wife (probably feels about the same) think of little me riding your shaft and pushing my dirty silk panties into your hungry mouth. Think of me as you cum and cum for me often.

HAPPY NEW YEAR!