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I put two
sections together and so this is the second to the last piece of this story. Still looking for that little girl. Enjoy!
It
was about ten at night and she hadn’t eaten yet. So I suggested we go out to a
bar and grab something. I took a light cotton summer dress from my closet. I
had bought it at a street market the year before, when I thought I had a
girlfriend, a relationship that slipped away like smoke. It was a little like a
sailor suit, white and blue, but in an A type construction. We put her
stockings back on her and her mary janes and brushed her hair out and she looked positively
adorable. Could I take her into a bar? She had her identification (still in my
car). Why not?
In
the bar itself we talked about average daily life, like two adults, while she
sucked down a hamburger with mushrooms and blue cheese. We both had beers and
the waitress checked Misty’s id carefully and gave me
such a dirty look.
But
I didn’t care. This girl was from a dream I had had all my life. I could not
stop looking at her. And remembering all the things I had already done to her.
My cock was thick the whole time. Waiting for his next chance
at her tender flesh.
In
the parking lot as we approached the car, I pulled out my keys and said, “Misty
girl, let’s take the dress off.”
She
paused, next to me, and looked around the parking lot. There were people going
into the bar at the far end. Then she reached around and unbuttoned in the
back, under her neck and shrugged it off of her shoulders. Underneath she wore
no underwear and suddenly, there she was, naked under the street light. I
pulled her to me and started kissing her. Lots of tongue, my
hands on her bottom, tracing the delicate, small curve, sliding into the space
between, over her anus. She shivered.
I
opened the car door and put her in her side. I got in and we drove through the
night. I kept one hand on her leg that was nearest me. “Open,” I said, and she
spread herself so that my hand could slide up to her pink pussy. My fingers
played with the flesh, already wet. She
started breathing faster. I flicked her clit, and pinched her, rather
cruelly. We stopped at a stop light, my
fingers up her, my index finger and thumb pinching her. I leaned over and
kissed her. She tasted good, beer and burger and Misty. “I can’t wait to hurt
you really bad.”
“Yes
Daddy. Hurt me so bad! Make me cry!” She was panting and I knew she was going
to come. “Ask me Darling.” “Please Daddy. Please let me come!” “All right
Angel.” And she shuddered and creamed all over my fingers. Her fragrance was
strong in the small car. “Oh Daddy! You’re the best,
My Daddy!”
She
slept in my arms that night, curled up in the bed, so light. I buried my nose
in her hair and held her against me all night long. My cock seemed like it was
always hard, full of blood. My mind turned over scenarios of sex and pain. I
could hear her steady breathing and I sniffed her like an animal with his
dinner. I wasn’t sure I would ever really be able to let her go.
The
Next Day
We
got up late, Sunday morning. I fixed us some light breakfast, bloody marys. We turned the tv
on and I hooked up the card from the digital camera and we ran through the
pictures I had taken of Misty, while we scarfed down
our scrambled eggs and toast.
“Oh
Daddy, I look like such a sweet little girl!” Misty seemed pleased with the
photos. She sat next to me on the couch, wearing one of Daddy’s t-shirts, too
big for her, and nothing else. I sipped the bloody and smelled her hair some
more. “What will we do today my Daddy?” She turned to me,
face bright, a beatific smile. “I know what you want to do, my Daddy.”
“Oh
do you?” I rubbed my hand along her thigh, pushing the shirt up. She had put
her plate on the coffee table and her arms around me. “Yes,” she exclaimed,
smirking a little, “Daddy is gonna whip Misty today,
isn’t he?” I nodded my head slightly, “And has Misty been whipped much by her Daddys?”
She
kissed the corner of my mouth, “Some, Daddy. One time pretty
hard.” She kissed my lips, running her tongue over the lower, full lip
that is a genetic marker in my family. I slipped my tongue out and she licked
me with her’s, very sweet. Cute
even. “Did Misty girl like the whipping?” She got all solemn and nodded
her head up and down. “Yes Daddy. It was scary and Misty got hurt, but I wanted
to be fucked hard when it was over.” “Yes,” I agreed, “There’s a part of you
that knows the pain is all about coming. That’s why you are my perfect little
girl.”
I
stood up in my shorts and stretched, while she ran her hand along my leg and up
to my Boy. “Oh Daddy you are so big. Is He gonna hurt
my bottom today?” I nodded yes. “But, Daddy will fuck his girl hard in her
pussy too?” I nodded again. Then I spoke, “And Daddy will pay special attention
to Misty’s pussy today. Daddy has a fantasy of
hurting a little girl’s pussy he would like to live out. I promise you it will
hurt a lot.”
She
looked a little worried, but shook her head up and down. “Yes Daddy. I want to
be your fantasy. I want to be sorry I was born a girl. I know I will be.”
***
In
the Bedroom I took her shirt off. I brushed her hair out and pulled her down on
the bed. “You will be tied up for awhile here. If it gets too much, not the
pain per se, but being tied in this position, Daddy will untie you and tied you
in a different manner. Okay?” “Yes Daddy. Tie me up.” She was young and very
lithe. Her body was skinny, no breasts to get in the way. I tied her again,
arms over her head, legs above her on each side. I tied her thighs and brought
the rope down to the sides of the bed, spreading her a little more. And I put a
bigger, bolster type pillow under her bottom, so that everything was pushed up.
“Better
access for Daddy’s toys,” I told her. “Yes my Daddy. My pussy and my asshole
are your’s. I know you will hurt me and make your Boy
bigger and bigger. I want it. I want it to really hurt.” She was being sincere,
and twelve. A good combination for her.
I
went to the closet and took our my video camera, which
was mounted on a tripod. I hooked up the power and linked the cord to the
bedroom tv. Then I aimed it
at the sacrifice on the bed. I had on the dark sheets so her white white flesh with its pink crease and ruby dot stood right
out. I have always loved how a girl,
young and tight, displayed like this looks like an exclamation mark: ! Pussy/Asshole. Yes the energy
of this makes me holler.
I
went over to her and started kissing her and running my hands up and down her
naked flesh. I tickled her nipples on her flat chest and I strummed her tummy
and let my fingers follow her folds. I didn’t quite put them in her. But I
could feel she was wet and if I pushed my fingers in her slit she would open
right up.
Taking
the latex glove from the bed table, I pulled it on and took out the container
of Icy Hot. “This won’t hurt at first, then it will.”
She looked truly nervous. “Oh Daddy! Do you have to?!”
I
looked at her. “Let’s ask the Boy, what do you think?” And I pulled my shorts
off, freeing that evil male weapon, who stood right up, all hard and huge and
already wet at His tip. “I think He wants it,” I said to her. “Oh Gawsh,” She said, biting her lower lip, “I know. He does.
Oh please. Darn it Daddy. Go ahead.”
“That’s
a little girl who loves her Daddy.” I swept up a dollop of the stuff and
painted her pussy lips with it, both sides, and then I rubbed her clitoris with
it for several minutes, while it came on, and she started breathing hard, tears
squeezing out of her eyes. “Oh Daddy, this is gonna
be really bad, isn’t it?” “Very bad, my beautiful darling.
That is why Dady turned on the video.” I looked at
the tv and observed us there
on the bed. A long shot: you could see both her tortured genitals and her face,
wet now with her tears, her mouth twisted and biting her lower lip and then
suddenly, as I watched her on the television she opened her mouth and started
screaming, “Oh god Daddy! Hurts too much. Hurts too bad!! AAAHHHHH.” And my Boy got all
twitchy, wanting to come.
I
had more in store for her, though. While she whined about the icy hot, I got
the ginger root out and cut a big thumb of it and peeled it. I wet her asshole
and pushed the ginger in, holding it there. “You’ll keep that up in you,
understand?” I said to
her, as she sobbed steadily. “Yes Daddy. Whatever
you say.’
Then
I softly rubbed her forehead, watching her cry, her chest heaving. I rubbed my
cock with my other hand. He felt huge, electric, like a big charge waiting for
the switch to be thrown. I could fuck her mouth in this position and thought I
probably would. But right now I had one more aspect I wanted to pursue.
“Did
you ever hear of the Story of O,” I asked her. “Yes Daddy. I read it when I was
twelve.” “Well, there’s another book, the
Image, by a person who called themselves Jean Berg, very like O. And in
this book there is a beautiful little blonde girl who is tortured with needles
heated in a candle flame.”
I got up and went to the dresser and got out the candle in its holder, and the
set of needles set in wooden dowels. I brought them over to the bed table and
pulled the bedroom chair up to the bed, just below her thighs. I checked to
make sure I wasn’t in the way of the camera, but it was more towards the other
side. She was crying steadily now, whining, “Please Daddy, don’t don’t. It hurts too much now. Oh Daddy mine, it hurts it
hurts bad Daddy!!! Please STOP!!!!” “Well, you know I won’t. But I do love to
hear you sing that song darling daughter.”
And
I put the needle into the candles flame, and held it there for a count of ten.
Then I brought it to the hood of her clitoris and lightly pushed it in.
“AAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” And my boy jumped. I repeated this another time, pushing
the needle into her lips, spreading them open and pushing the hotneedle into the delicate red flesh. “AAAAHHHHH
OOOOOOWWWWWIEE!” Her face was already wet with tears and now she burst out, crying
heavily. “Please stop Daddy. I’ll do anything for you forever!”
I
don’t believe in blackmail or punishment/reward scenarios. I stopped and said
to her, “My Boy wants this. Do you want Him to have what He wants? Or do you
want to stop now?’ This was one of those moments.
She
was shivering, her legs pulling at the rope. She looked at me, her blonde hair
spread behind her beautiful sculpted face. She tried to stop sobbing, but she
couldn’t. Everything must hurt terribly. Finally she croaked out, “Don’t stop
Daddy. I’ll do anything for you. Hurt me as much your Boy wants. But, I can’t
help myself. I’m gonna beg you Daddy, to stop. But,
you don’t have to. Not for me. However much you want to hurt me,
just hurt me. AHHHHHHH!” I started using two needles
at a time, pressed into either side of her clitoris. Over and
over again. “AHHHH! UNHHHH! AHHHHHHH!”
She sounded like an angel
falling into the abyss.
I
couldn’t stand it anymore I was so turned on. I had meant to put on a condom
and fuck her asshole, but I just pushed my swollen cock up her asshole into the
ginger. I could feel it start to burn me too and I celebrated feeling that
terrible feeling she was having. I rode her bottom very hard and she screamed,
literally screamed. “AHHHHH!!” and whined, “Hurts sooooo
bad my Daddy!!! Hurts bad, please stop!!!” And I came, again like some terrible
star exploding deep inside of her. Over and over again.
I could feel my whole body coming out of me and going into her bottom. All that energy.
I
was on her kissing her and holding her head, still buried in her bottom. Then I
realized my cock was on fire and so was she and I stopped shaking and pulled
him out of her and wiped him off with the sheet from the floor. She lay there,
sobbing. I untied her legs, and brought them down and rubbed them and then her
hands. My cock burned like it was on fire and I knew she felt even worse.
“Let’s go get in the tub, Darling.” “Okay my Daddy.” Shelooked up at me, “Daddy?”
“Yes little one?” “Daddy, I love you.” “And I love you too, Darling.” “Always Daddy?” I looked at her, in my arms. She looked
about twelve, face streaked with tears, “Always my
little girl.”
We
spent about an hour in the tub before the pain subsided much. It felt luxurious
and we talked some more about her life and mine, what we liked, where we wanted
to go. She lay back in my arms in the big tub. “Daddy, are we done today?” “No, sweetheart. You haven’t come yet.” She turned in my
arms, splashing water, “You are the best Daddy!” She kissed me, deeply.
“But
you’ll have to earn your come with a serious whipping.” She put her head down
on my chest. “Okay Daddy. Anything you want.”
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