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THE COMMUNITY 1 of 3: CHILD BRIDE By Wojo Martin In part one of this trilogy, an arrogant and sometimes cruel young man finds himself loathing both the Outside World and The Community, the religious cult in which he has become a privileged member. His choice of a very young bride brings out first his worst, and then his best instincts. WARNING: This story deals with the exploitation and sale of young girls as dowry brides. It is fantasy and far from an endorsement of the actual behaviors. SECOND WARNING: As befits the setting of a radical religious community, this story makes use of Biblical names and references. If that will bother you in a sex story, best to bail out now. Male/young girl, reluctance, oral, virginity, young, pissing. Asher Cain asked himself what he was doing here, talking to this skinny dish-rag of a man. There were men like Brother Chesterson both in The Community, where Cain held ridiculous power, and in the Outside World, where Cain had made himself an immense fortune. He hated both places and most of the people in them. Cain did not suffer fools gladly, but Chesterson found himself in possession of something Cain desired, and that meant the two had business to conduct. “Come inside my home, Elder, and we will seal the final terms of the deal,” Chesterson said, barely able to contain his greed. Cain gestured that the man should lead and followed him into the tiny house. Chesterson had been a member of The Community longer than Cain had been alive, but still had nothing to show for it. Cain was only twenty-four and possessed a huge house on the hill, a seat on the Council of Elders and more modern luxuries than Chesterson would ever know. Cain had been told that Chesterson was once a young man of promise but had fallen on “hard times.” He knew what the other Elders were saying about him with that. Chesterson was intelligent after a fashion, but lacked the steel it takes to be a success in either world. Chesterson did have two bits of luck, though. First, when he was still a promising young man he had managed to secure a very young and attractive, albeit stupid, wife on the cheap from one of the poorest families in The Community. Second, their two daughters favored the mother in appearance, but the father in intelligence. The girls were worth a fortune in The Community where Elders paid handsome dowries for pleasing young virgin wives. “We do like a sweet little virgin cunt,” Cain thought, showing both the sketchy morals with which the Elders used religious power to obtain carnal pleasure, and the crude language he had learned from doing business in the Outside World. As they went into the house, Cain glanced across the yard at the young teenage girl tending the garden. The long, shiny black hair beneath a white virgin’s scarf caught his eye. Her face was angelic, and her body strong from hard work. This girl was like her mother in build, short, but with big tits that stood firm. Even nearing thirty, the mother’s tits stood proudly, Cain had noticed that at Temple. The girl in the garden was freshly fourteen and therefore of marrying age by Community Standards, the guidelines which the Elders occasionally changed to suit their needs. Community Law was not so easily changed, but even that could sometimes be circumvented with a fortune like Cain’s. His young manservant, Levi, had recommended this girl as the finest of the unmarried young ones. Many girls were pleasing to the eye, but Levi was only sixteen and knew their personalities as well. The Chesterson girls were smart, he had said, and they were hard workers who never whined. The girl noticed Cain’s greedy gaze, froze in terror to see him talking to her father, and then returned to her work. She had a pleasing face, not quite a grown woman’s, but not a child’s either. Her eyes were big and innocent. She was clearly a singular beauty. The Elders even elbowed each other at Temple and grinned when she came into the room. She definitely looked the type that would be pleasing to push down on Cain’s big bed. Since his first wife, the Outsider whore, Evelyn, had run back to her world, Cain had desired a nubile girl who would do as she was told without complaint, and this one looked to fit the bill. Cain’s entrance prompted an immediate silence from the wife and younger daughter chatting and darning socks at the table. They stood to acknowledge the Elder’s presence. The younger Chesterson girl was thin like her father. She was already taller than the short, busty sister Cain had seen outside, but this one was slight and nowhere near as developed. She had the same black hair and tied it with the same white scarf symbolizing her virginity. She didn’t yet have any of the look of a woman in her face, but it was clear she soon would look much like her sister, yet different at the same time. She was a cute girl, but no precocious beauty. Still, put even a bit of her sister’s bust on her and in a few years and she might damned well be worth another dowry. Possibly more worth it than her sister, Cain thought, noticing the fire in this one’s eyes. Community Standards discouraged men from marrying sisters, lest the sister’s become carnal bedmates. Still, Community Law did not forbid it. This was not the time for that thought, however. There was still today’s business to be done. Chesterson led Cain to the little walk-in closet he referred to as his “study.” “What’s the girl’s name?” Cain asked for the sake of convenience. “Esther.” “Esther, who replaced Vashti, the disobedient Persian wife of King Xerxes.” Things seemed too perfect. She would replace Evelyn, the disobedient Outsider wife. Cain would take her down to the bed and assert a husband’s right to make her display her shiny black pussy hair to him. Then he would put his thick cock into her tight cunt, taking her innocence and her white scarf. After that, he would shape her into a greedy little fuck that wanted to have him plow into her every night, from every angle. God had created an intelligent and beautiful virgin girl, the perfect raw material. Cain would create the perfect wife from there. “You know your Book, Elder.” “Of course, I do, Brother Chesterson.” “Of course you do. So, in regards to the dowry…” “You’re a poor man, Brother Chesterson. I could offer you half the dowry for a young virgin and you would be forced to take it. That’s how you got a pretty young wife, isn’t it?” “There are other Elders who look with desire on Esther.” “True, but when they hear that I had offered only half, they would offer no more.” Cain despised the slightly archaic speech of the Community, but found it gave him an edge when conducting business with fools like Chesterson. “How fortunate for you that I have decided to pay you the full price as a way to bring honor to my new wife. Let no man say Asher Cain has a wife who was worth a penny less.” “You are wise, Elder.” “And you are in my debt, Brother Chesterson. I have other options. Call your family together.” Cain did not shake the man’s offered hand, but rose quickly and moved from the smelly little closet where Chesterson had spent too many hours sweating over schemes that never paid off. The room reeked of failure. Cain would close the deal only when he had inspected the girl up close. Soon, Chesterson’s wife and younger daughter stood beside him in the main room of the little house. The elder daughter came in last, and stood next to the mother where an eldest daughter should. The women of the family were a handsome set, at least. “Good news, my womenfolk,” Chesterson said with a little less enthusiasm than he should have mustered, “Elder Cain has chosen our Esther to be his bride, and I have consented.” “God be praised,” said the mother, and the younger daughter repeated it. All eyes fell to Esther. “God is great,” she whispered. “We all do his will.” Cain saw the girl’s eyes move not to him, but to her father. It was not a look of sorrow at leaving her home, nor a look of fear that she was to be wed to a man known for his arrogance and cold temperament. Cain had expected the girl not to be thrilled with the arrangement; most folk in The Community feared him. But the look she gave her father was the look of a conspirator. Cain’s eyes darted to the mother, and he saw the same look. She not only knew about the little secret; she was somehow involved. There had been innocence in Esther’s eyes when she looked at a stranger; there was none when she looked to her parents. Chesterson, fearful that he was about to be given away, would look at neither of them. “You are a fool, Chesterson! I will not pay a father one penny for his favorite whore!” He snatched the white scarf roughly from Esther’s hair. Cain was terrible in his wrath, and the man stepped away, even as the guest in his home called his daughter a whore. The wife sank into the chair and sobbed. Esther fled the room. The younger girl looked to both her parents, and her face grew dark with anger and contempt. “One chance to turn your miserable excuse for a life around, Chesterson, and you let your dick destroy it!” “Please, Elder. Do not condemn the child to poverty; the sin is mine. We’ll take half-dowry, and no one need know.” “I will know. The whore can stay with the man who ruined her!” Cain turned to the mother. “This Esther replaced a wife, but she replaced the wrong damned one!” Cain saw that neither husband nor wife was going to say anything more. What he nearly didn’t see was the younger girl coming at him with the long needle she had been using. But he caught her wrist just in time and twisted until the needle fell and she cried out in pain. He drew back to strike the child, and Chesterson and his wife still cowered. Only the girl met his gaze, defiant and angry. Cain used the arm to force her to her knees, but did not let his blow fall. “You alone love and defend your sister, little one. You alone in this house are worth the dust from which God made you.” The girl looked to her useless parents, and saw that Cain was right. When Cain released her, she did not try to strike him again. Her anger and distrust were now focused on the parents, where they belonged. This was the jewel in this family; Cain could see that now. “How old is this one?” Cain asked, finding the kneeling child suddenly bringing a stir to his loins. “Only twelve-and-a-half,” the father said, disappointed that he could fetch no dowry for her yet, and certain that his behavior with Esther would assure that even when the time came there would be none offered for the unbroken one either. “She has fire, and she will grow into her beauty. I will take her.” Chesterson brightened. “She will be kept for you.” “No. I will not trust the two of you for another moment with this child. I will take her now.” “But Community Standards…!” the mother protested. “…are secondary to Community Law which is far older and far more sacred. The Law states that the girl can be wed to an Elder at any age, provided she has her hair.” “The Law is very old, and she’s too young!” Either the mother’s greed only extended so far; or she had designs of her own for the younger girl. “I would need full dowry, and your silence about Esther,” the father said all too quickly. “Not until we see if this one fits the Law’s requirements. Skirts up, girl. Show me you have your hair.” The girl looked at him, and fear flickered across her face; she had shown none at the prospect of him striking her, but it was now clear that the idea of becoming this man’s wife at such a tender age was beyond her ability to fathom, and that strangeness brought a fear of its own. But when she looked to her parents there was a second fear in her eyes, a fear that came with knowing those she had trusted were false and weak. She looked almost queasy when she gazed at her mother. The child turned back to Cain. With her best impersonation of brazen courage, she hiked up her dress and under garments. There was a thin patch of shiny black hair over a closed slit. “I need a witness for verification.” Too quickly, Chesterson stepped forward to take a look. Cain struck him with a backhand that dropped him to the floor. The girl did not flinch or lower her skirt. “YOU will never see my wife that way.” He turned to the mother who had begun to rise. “Woman, I trust you no more than him. Move from that chair and I will knock you on your ass, too. Chesterson, go get the other girl.” Chesterson scrambled to his feet and returned with Esther. He dragged her by the arm. He was whispering instructions in her ear. Esther moved to her sister and looked very quickly at her exposed nethers. “She has her hair,” she whispered in a voice strained by tears. The little girl lowered her skirt and consoled her big sister with a hug and kisses to her perfect black hair. “The money will be here shortly. Elder Wallace will perform the ceremony within the hour.” “You are not invited,” the girl said to her parents. “Elder, may Esther come? I love her so.” Cain had determined that Chesterson had been right about only one thing, perhaps ever. The sin was his and his wife’s, not the elder girl’s. She had been coerced—at the very least. “Esther may come. Cain turned to the busty older sister. “Girl, bring your little sister’s things and meet us at Temple. Do not tarry.” He returned Esther’s white scarf, symbolizing that he would be silent about her unfortunate situation. Cain put his arm around the trembling younger child and led her from the horrible little house. The child did not look at him, and he dropped the arm away from her as they walked out the broken gate. It was inappropriate for him to do otherwise until after the wedding. “Is it chilly?” she asked after a minute. “No, child. It’s a warm summer morning.” “Why do I feel so cold?” “I’m not sure.” He really wasn’t. Was he so cold in his heart that he cast a chill? He had just snatched the child from her home to take to his bed. He had done it to protect her from her father’s illicit advances and a life of ruin, but he knew in his heart that he had also done it because he wanted to fuck her thin body and have her serve his needs. He desired a young virgin to mold into his personal fuck toy. He wasn’t cruel just for the sake of it, but Asher Cain had never let compassion sway him from his desires. “What is your name, girl?” “Yael.” “That explains the attempt to jab me with a sharp instrument. I’ll sleep lightly.” The girl looked at him knowingly. She was sharp and knew her letters. She had read the Book and knew she was the namesake of the Biblical character who had driven a tent stake through the temple of a sleeping enemy general. Cain raised his eyebrows with an unspoken question on that topic. The girl shook her head and laughed softly. So did Cain. It was the first moment of warmth that had passed between them. He loved it and hated it. Less than an hour later, Cain stood before Elder Wallace with a slender black-haired bride that did not quite reach his shoulder. Esther, being of marrying age, served as witness. When the ceremony ended, Cain kissed his new wife on the lips. A desperate desire for tenderness led her to kiss him again and lay her hand on his cheek. He moved it away, and her eyes sank to the ground. Sadly, Yael moved to her sister and embraced her for what she feared may be the final time. Cain was in no tender mood, yet did not want to see his little bride crushed at the moment of her marriage. “I cannot abide a sad little wife spreading gloom through my house. If it makes you happy, Yael, Esther may come to visit you as often as you’d like.” The two girls embraced again. “Thank you, Elder!” Esther cried. “Thank you, Elder!” Yael repeated. “Yael, you are my wife now. You are to address me as Asher at home and ‘husband’ in front of others.” “Yes, husband. Thank you for the wedding gift.” She still clung to Esther. Yael was overjoyed and looked at Asher as if he was to be admired. “I’m sorry I have nothing to give you.” “You have a white scarf to give, beautiful child.” The child blushed, but kept up her adoring gaze. Such fond looks made him uncomfortable. He began giving orders. “Esther, you are to leave by suppertime every night. The evenings are for me to be alone with my little wife. I will be keeping her very busy during those hours. And don’t visit us for the first week. You understand why.” “Yes, Elder.” “Kiss your sister goodbye.” He stepped away. He tried to give the girls a good long moment, but patience was not his nature. He returned to them. Esther saw him coming, and took Yael’s slender hand and placed it in her husband’s broad palm. “She is young. Please be gentle, Elder.” “I will be however I please with my wife. Do not meddle again!” “I am sorry, Elder,” Esther said, stepping away. “Obey him in all things, sister!” she called after them as Asher led Yael out of the Temple. There was a car waiting for them there. Asher could tell that Yael had never ridden in one before. Only Elders who did business with the Outside World owned vehicles, others who might leave for business had to rent them from one of the Elders. None of the Elders had a car as big and as comfortable as Asher Cain’s Cadillac. None of them had anywhere near as much money. Cain held the door for her and she slid into the seat. “Home, Levi,” Cain said as he slid in beside the child. “You married the other one!” the driver declared. “Well, both the Chesterson girls are smart and pretty, I told you that!” Asher looked at Yael, who sat back in stunned surprise. “Levi Bowe?” she asked. “One and the same, Mrs. Cain. One and the same.” “Mrs.?” “Levi has had some difficulty shaking off the Outside World.” “Can’t yet call you Mother Cain. Shall I address you as Mistress? It’s more Community.” Yael looked to Asher. She was out of her depth. “Mistress is fine, Levi,” Asher said, assuming control. “Yael, address Levi by his familiar. He is part of your household staff. I prefer that you address his mother by her title. Mother Bowe is wise, and we respect her.” “I knew Mother Bowe worked for you, husband. I didn’t know Levi had returned. He was our funny friend growing up. He teased Esther, but she laughed. He’s only two years older than her. Aren’t young men required to be trained at the Outside School until eighteen?” Most never returned, and the Elders and other men liked that; more young wives for them. “Unless an Elder calls them back. I needed a manservant, and Mother Bowe’s foolish son fit the bill. He is often impertinent, and you may beat him as you see fit.” Asher saw a look of horror in her eyes, but then she recognized that he was only teasing Levi. The Bowes were like Asher Cain’s family. He hid that from others, but his wife would have to know. He felt relaxed around Levi, and he was not going to give that up to create a pretense for his new wife. “For example, Levi is far too proud of the fact that he guided me to your house for a wife, even though he steered me to the wrong daughter!” Levi opened his mouth to answer, but stopped when he looked in the rearview mirror. Asher turned to see that Yael was silently crying. Esther’s shame was more than she could bear. “I’m sorry, husband,” she said, remembering that he had said he wanted a cheerful little wife. Asher hated problems he could not fix. He would fix this. “Levi, say a Psalm.” The boy began to speak to himself loudly enough to interfere with his own hearing but not so loudly as to make it difficult for his master and mistress to communicate. “Your father knows that if I speak ill of your sister she is ruined, correct?” The girl nodded. “So, he can be forced to let me take her on as a servant to help Mother Bowe. The money would sit well with him. Her honor will not be impugned, and there is no less joy in being one of my servants than being part of your house, is there?” “I suppose not, husband.” “She will also be out of that house of sin and live under Mother Bowe’s care. Levi will be kept from abusing her proximity. He is never impertinent with his mother.” “You are kind, husband.” “Do not make that mistake, Yael. I am, however, willing to spend a little money to take your father’s favorite plaything from him.” He turned away from her. He had nearly asked her permission to carry out his plan, but that would have been weak. “She will have to work hard and receive no special treatment.” “Praise the Lord, all his works; everywhere in his dominion. Praise the Lord, my soul,” Levi said the last few lines a bit loudly to signal that the Psalm was over. It all timed out right for Cain. He wanted this conversation to be over, and they were arriving at Cain Mansion; the huge house stood on the hill outside of the tiny village and overlooked it like a castle. Levi opened the door and extended a hand to Mistress Cain. She took it and climbed out of the car. Cain took the girl and shooed Levi off to put her things in Cain Mansion and then go to the Little House which stood on the back side of the hill. Cain snatched Yael up in his arms. She could not have weighed more than eighty-five pounds. She threw her arms around his neck and leaned her face up to him. She hoped for a tender kiss to calm her nerves. She got none. Asher Cain had done his good deeds for the day, none of them without some form of reward for himself. He carried her over the threshold as tradition demanded. He did not speak, but carried her right up the steps toward the bedroom. They passed Levi on his way back from leaving her things in the master bedroom. The newlyweds soon arrived in that room themselves, and Cain set the child down on the floor beside his bed. He looked down at her. Her bottom lip quivered as she slowly looked up his body to his face. He was no small man, and against her thin frame he seemed immense. She was going to know pain when he entered her, more pain than he had ever inflicted on a girl before. He had had more than a sampling of Outside World girls, but they were older and different. They lusted for him and his big body. This child would know none of that. Cain was pleasing for women to look upon, he knew that. But such a girl as Yael feared to even look longingly; she had been taught it was a sin, and she simply hadn’t the years to overcome that silly teaching. Still, that only made her a more pleasing thing to possess. Her eyes were blue and innocent, and she had just a hint of a woman’s curve at her bust. Scarcely a hint at that, a whisper… a rumor maybe. Her long dress gave precious few clues as to the shape of her backside, but girls who worked as hard as she did would be firm there. He had seen the slightest hint of a curve to her hips when she hiked her dress to be inspected. He remembered that little pussy now. It was closed, seemingly sealed from the world. He would be splitting it open soon. Little Yael had just enough woman about her to be tempting to a man of Asher’s considerable desires. And she still had so much little girl about her that he felt filthy that she appealed to him in such a fashion. Asher did not mind feeling filthy. The Outside World had taught him that feelings of filth brought with them feelings of pleasure. The Community had taught him that men of wealth and power could bend their little world to allow them those feelings of pleasure. Asher leered at the child he had purchased as a bride. She was his newest plaything, and the most delightful he had ever owned. He did not enjoy inflicting pain and fear for its own sake, but he did not let such things stand between him and his desired goals. His goal was to fuck this child until he was satisfied, and then to do that again as often as he liked. He did not conceal that lust for her in his gaze. Yael, who had bravely stood before him when he raised his hand to strike her with the same backhand that would knock her father to the floor, now shook with fear. Any illusions she had about tender lovemaking were gone. “What do you know about fucking, child?” he asked. “I don’t know that word, Asher.” He stepped to her and mauled her tiny budding breasts. She did not run away, but she locked her knees so tightly that she nearly fell backwards. “Is this fucking?” Asher laughed at her. He kissed her, sticking his tongue in her mouth and nearly laughing again when she almost gagged. He grabbed her ass with both hands and rubbed her against the front of his trousers. He kissed her neck and then spun her around so that he could handle her ass from behind. It was firm, as he had predicted. Asher was known as a man of God, an Elder in his church. But the young man had the Devil himself inside him when he was aroused, and this child aroused him in every way. “Fucking is when I stick my cock in your little cunt. Do you know those words?” She shook her head. “You will know them and use them. What do you call this part of your body?” He raked a hand over the portion of her dress that covered her most intimate region. “My nethers, Asher.” “Now you call it your cunt. This,” he said, turning her to face him and placing her hand on his crotch, “is my cock.” She felt it, and her eyes opened wide with terror. “When I stick this in your cunt, that is fucking.” She had known that men pressed into women. But as she moved her hand on his trousers, her mind began to fully understand how big he was compared to her tiny little opening. She suddenly stepped back, releasing her hold on the big cock that terrified her. There was a sudden look of surprise on her face, and then she quickly looked down and pressed her hands hard to the dress in front of her pubis. Nothing she did could stop the flow. Asher found himself laughing as she wet her grey dress. That laugh was unnecessary cruelty, and he felt some shame in that. He would not let her see that shame; it was weakness. “Well, little pisser, you’d better take off that wet dress now.” She did so, piling the dress and her undergarments neatly in the corner by her other things. She stood naked before him, covering her breasts and nethers as best she could. “I-I’m sorry, Asher. I didn’t mean to disgust you.” “You didn’t, child. Go to the bathroom and make sure you’re finished.” She looked around. There were two walk-in closets and two bathrooms attached to the master bedroom. She didn’t know which door to use. “Yours is right there,” he said, pointing to the door nearest the entrance of the room. “The two middle ones are closets. The other is my bathroom.” In the midst of everything, she stood momentarily amazed at the fact that he had more bathrooms attached to one bedroom than her family had in their entire house. She walked quickly to her bathroom and closed the door. He gave her a second to sit down on the toilet. Then he opened the door. Her accident had triggered his darkest impulses. “Never close this door to piss or shower. You may close it to shit. Don’t stare at me, girl. Piss.” Yael had been terrified of his big cock, and she had been embarrassed to wet herself, but this new shame was the worst she had ever known. She didn’t reach down to open herself. She simply let a tiny stream of piss tinkle between her labia and into the bowl as her husband watched. Only two hours ago, she had been darning socks at the kitchen table and seen this man walk into her house to buy her sister as his wife. Now, she was in his house, pissing for his amusement. She reached for the toilet paper. Asher beat her to it. He folded a few squares over his hand, pulled her quickly to her feet, and wiped her little pussy. It was warm and damp. He had never done this to a woman before. He now knew he would do it again. “As often as I can,” he informed her. “I will wipe you like this. You are my wife now. Even your piss is mine.” “Yes, Asher.” She leaned against him for support, or her knees might have given way. He dropped the paper in the toilet and flushed it away. His hand went right back to her pussy, and he began to rub it. She clung to his arm. “This is a sweet little cunt,” he said. “Thank you,” she squeaked, uncertain as to what else to say. Her voice sometimes sounded like a teenager’s, other times it sounded like a child’s. This was Yael’s voice at its most childlike. It perhaps should have steered Asher toward feeling compassion; it steered him toward feeling filthy. That steered him toward lust. He snuck two fingers between her cunt’s lips and spread them. With his other hand, he closed the lid of the toilet and guided her to sit on the lid. He knelt between her legs and sucked greedily at her pussy, running his tongue up and down her slit. “Ohhhh! Ohhhh!” she exclaimed softly as the surge of what she would later interpret as pleasure fired through her body. Her legs came up from the floor slightly, and he roughly guided one to his shoulder. The other moved to a matching position of its own will. He tongue-fucked her for a few minutes, rubbing his fingers over her clit as he did so. “Ohhhhh! OHHHHH!” she would exclaim from time to time. He could feel her naked body warming up to his probing and stroking, and he could taste her juices against his tongue. Her hand found his hair, and she stroked it. This act was strange to her, he knew, but it was giving her body pleasure and chasing away her fears. It was hard for her to worry about what would follow when this new experience totally occupied her mind. She was getting very wet, and had she not been such a jumble of nerves, she would have probably cum for him. He stood and massaged her little breasts. She moaned softly. “Your cunt’s getting wet. That’ll make the fucking easier.” “Oh, okay. That’s good, then.” She seemed to think perhaps it would be something she could handle in the end if this made it easier. “It will be even easier if my cock is as hard and straight as can be. One of your jobs is to make sure that happens.” “Teach me, Asher. I want it to be easy for you to do the fucking to me.” “For me?” he thought. “That was never really a problem.” He stood her up, dropped his trousers and shorts and sat on the toilet lid. “Suck my cock, little wife.” Yael’s blue eyes were wide with apprehension again. The naked cock looked even bigger than it had felt through his trousers. “It’s pretty straight and hard already,” she said. “Suck my cock, little wife.” She knelt and took the cock in her mouth and began to suck. “Get your tongue into it, and hold it steady with one hand. Cradle my sack with the other. You can put your elbows on my thighs.” She began to do everything he asked, just like Esther had advised her to do. It had been good advice. He kicked his way out of his pants and shoes. “Nice job, little wife. You sure are a good cocksucker.” He held her hair with one hand and bobbed her head up and down his shaft. “Suck it like that, child. Fuck it with your mouth.” “It’s getting bigger,” she said when he released her to breathe. “I know. But trust me; the hardness makes it easier to push it in.” That image was now in his mind. His big cock penetrating the tiny little pussy that had tasted so clean and innocent on his tongue was all he could think of in that moment. “Time to fuck,” he declared and rose up, grabbing her upper arm and steering her to the bed. He let her go with a bit of a toss, and she stumbled slightly, clambering up on the bed as soon as she could. She rolled over to face him, to see the end of her innocence descending upon her. He spread her legs wide and placed the soles of her feet a little way below her ass. “This’ll hurt at first. It gets better,” he said. He lowered his cock to her tight entrance and ran it up and down her labia to spread them. As he began to let himself creep up inside of her, she threw her arms around his neck and whispered, “I love you, Asher,” in her little girl voice. That was what she had dreamt it would be about. Even a girl of twelve dreamt that she would take a man inside her on her wedding day, and that he would be kind and they would love one another. For an instant he wished he could be that man, and it made him angry that he was not. He drove himself into her, tearing her virginity away. She screamed a child’s scream of pain and fear and it infuriated him. He did not pause, and he did not wonder if he had injured her. He ripped her white scarf from her hair and then took her with animal fury. His ass bobbed up and down as he grabbed her tiny, firm behind in his hands. He was grunting and swearing, calling her his sweet little fuck. “OWWWW! OWWWIE!” she cried, but then fell to silent weeping as he tore into her again and again. She did not move her legs for a long time, just squeezed her new husband’s thick neck as hard as she could. He was her tormentor, but also her only hope for support, for mercy, for love. He had none of those things to give her now. He had never known love for a girl, even Evelyn, especially Evelyn. They had laughed together and fucked all night long. They had known joy, but never love. Evelyn was there for the thrills of fucking a rich handsome man whom others feared, and he was there to possess an Outsider beauty that would stoke the envy of the perverted old Elders he hated so much. Now, he had innocence and love beneath and around him and he poured into her with undeserved fury. But the thrill was so intense! Her tears spilled as he tore into her. She was tight and helpless and he could do as he pleased with her slender girlish body. She was all the young man had ever thought he wanted. Why was he angry at her? He wasn’t. He was angry at himself. He slowed then. Asher slowed his attack on the child’s pussy and began to kiss her slender shoulder which was so far beneath him that he nearly couldn’t reach it. She gasped, and her feet came off the bed and wrapped around the back of his legs. “Oh, Asher,” she said softly. “It barely hurts this way.” He felt her slender arms around his neck slacken slightly, and he rose up and kissed her on the beautiful lips he had forsaken before. “Oh, my husband, there you are,” she whispered in a dreamy voice. The voice still carried pain, but there was another side to it now. He felt a new thrill. This was pleasure. He had been hammering so hard he had forgotten to enjoy the wonder of her little body. It was so young, the skin so tender and unblemished. The pussy in which he buried his cock was so warm and so incredibly tight. He had never felt anything like it. It squeezed and pulled at him like a hundred tiny hands. It bathed him in warm fluids. This was her one and only virgin fuck, and on her wedding day to boot. He had nearly missed it in a fit of self-loathing. Now, he felt all of it. He felt the budding swell of her breasts rubbing his broad chest, the gentle strength of the girlish legs that now urged him into her, and finally her first coo of pleasure as other sensations grew more powerful than the pain. He owned her far more completely than he had moments before. She didn’t just feel him inside of her now. At least on some level, she desired him to be there. This little creature was becoming completely his. It was still perverse to fuck a child in even a gentle way, but it was far more intoxicating than taking her by brute force. He was making her crave him. He was shaping his little wife into what he wanted her to be. He didn’t know how to love her, but he knew how to make her want him to fill her tight pussy with cock. “Sweet little fuck,” he said in an entirely different tone than before. “So strong…” she whispered. “…so frightening …so thrilling.” She was in a dreamlike state. It bordered on shock, but her body was telling her that it was safe from harm now. He reared up a bit, and took her slender neck in his hand, but she did not react in fear. His grip was strong, but not painful. He picked up the intensity of their fucking and took his child bride for rough pleasure, but not with anger or hatred. She did not fear for her life or that he was going to injure her. She would gladly let her husband control her in this fashion. “I’m your little wife… do with me as you please.” He did with her as he pleased. It pleased him to throw himself into her with great force and move both hands back to her ass. He picked her little frame up off the bed now and held it straight in front of his hips as he knelt on the big bed. She was so light, and her legs could support her whole body as they wrapped around his ass. He had never fucked so freely, and each thrust and pull felt the warm embrace of her tight pussy on his cock. He could see her tender breasts now, and her white throat. All these things were his. Time and time again he drove himself as deeply as he could go. She arched her back as he did it, allowing him to penetrate her to the greatest depth he could reach. He had reached the point where he could sustain the powerful fucking no longer. He buried himself in her impossibly tight cunt and let his seed fly. He did not want to impregnate a girl so young, but he took his chances. A virgin bride should feel cum in her cunt on her wedding day. Asher groaned in pleasure as Yael’s mouth flew open wide in surprise at the new sensation. “Sweet, sweet, little fuck,” he said as he felt the last of his seed drain away from him. “I love you, Asher,” she said again, in her big girl voice. He could not lie to her. He adored her body, and her spirit, but he did not yet know how to love her. “You are a beautiful girl, Yael, and you are brave and strong.” It was the best he could offer, but it meant something to her. She so desperately craved approval and affection from him. He wiped a tear away from her cheek with the white scarf he still clutched in his hand. “How bad does it hurt?” “Not so bad anymore. I’ll be sore. But God intended man to fuck his wife. My body can take it for you.” “You are brave, little one, and tough. I want to fuck you some more.” The last bit should have been something of a request, but it came out as a statement of fact. She nodded in understanding, not consent. She didn’t see her consent as necessary. Neither did he, but he was sort of beginning to hope for it. “Go put your hands on the wall,” he commanded. “Yes, Asher.” She got up and did as she was told, though it was clear she was confused as to why. Asher saw the spot of red on the mattress. He had made that happen, but when he stared at it he saw that it was not so very much blood. He had simply broken her hymen, not ripped her to shreds. A popped little cherry, that’s all it was. Still, it was his first. His Outsider girls had not had that gift to offer him. He turned to see his slender little willow standing straight up with her hands to the wall at shoulder height and her feet close together. Not exactly what he had in mind, but she was bright, she would learn. He moved behind her and slid his hands up to her breasts. “Turn around for a minute,” he told her. She did, and reached to put her arms around his neck. He pinned her hands to her sides and pushed her firmly against the wall. He lowered his mouth to her delightful little titties. The nipples were puffy, and it thrilled him to suck them and tease them with his fingers. He knew that he wanted to hear her moan in pleasure. Her pleasure spots would be important in shaping and controlling her. “Make as much sound as you want when we’re fucking and sucking,” he said. “And tell me what you like.” Her pleasure was secondary to his, but he did like the way it had felt when she had begun to like some of the things he did. “Make sure you tell me or I will be displeased. I don’t want any silly, stupid shyness from my little wife.” He wanted her to know she was under an order, not merely a request. “OW!” she gasped when he pinched one of the nipples. He stopped. “No wait; do it again, Asher! I just wasn’t ready.” He pinched the other nipple. “Too much would just hurt, but somehow a little is nice.” She was going to tell him what she felt, just as she was ordered. And the information she gave him was a roadmap to cementing his ownership of her body and desires. “Tell me about everything we are doing and have done,” he said between kisses and sucks on her nipples. “I love the feel of your mouth on my breasts…” “Tits,” he corrected. “I love the feel of your mouth on my tits, and I love the way your mouth felt on my cunt, even though it scared me because my body felt so different than it ever had before.” “And sucking my cock?” “I was too scared. It was so big and you were going to put it inside me. I can tell you more after next time. Of all the things, though, I loved it most when you just kissed me on the mouth.” He gave her that then, for a good long time. Honesty should be rewarded. Then he returned to kissing her breasts. “The pissing?” “I’m sorry husband. I hated it.” “Why?” “It felt shameful. Father never watches Mother make water.” “Your father is a pervert and raped his own daughter. Your mother at least watched, but I think she did more. They are not to be mentioned in this room again.” He was on shaky ground, criticizing anyone after he had been so rough with this child, but he at least knew the difference between a wife and a daughter, no matter what age either was. “Yes, Asher.” He did not need to look up to know she was crying. “Poor Esther,” she said and stifled a sob. “I have found so much joy today, and she only got pain.” Asher stopped sucking at her tits. He was amazed to hear her say that she had found joy. Had he somehow pleased her? If so, it was a happy accident. He stood to look her in the eyes. “She will be out of that house tomorrow. I promise you, little one. If your father doesn’t consent, I will beat him until he does.” “Thank you. I love my sister. And I love you, Asher. I will learn to piss for you and enjoy it so that it makes you happy.” “You’re a good little wife, Yael.” “Thank you. You’re a strong husband, and you’ve given me so much help already…. Oh my, I love what you just did with your tongue…. You will provide well for our children, and I will worship you and put only God before you.” “I don’t usually settle for second place,” he said, “but that arrangement pleases me.” “I am a little sore in my cunt, Asher. But not so much that it wouldn’t feel good, too. I know you want to do the fucking to me again. A good husband deserves to be pleased. I-I did like the fucking better after you let me catch my breath and weren’t so angry at me for being bad at it.” “I was never really angry at you, and you were never bad at it. I was angry at myself. Don’t ask why.” “I won’t, Asher. You are getting big and hard again. Shall I lie on the bed?” “No. I was going to take you against the wall, but now I have another idea. Bend down and grab the frame of the bed.” She did as she was told. “Spread your legs… Good, now move about a foot to your left,” he said. Yael moved without looking up, but then turned over her shoulder, again seeking his approval. “Look straight ahead, child.” Then she saw it, a wide and full-length dressing mirror on the far wall. There she was… bent down with her tiny breasts showing between her outstretched arms. Behind and slightly to the side was a handsome naked man. She wouldn’t really know what the phrase “turned on” meant, but Asher could see that she was moved by the sight. “You are beautiful, Yael. You deserve to see how much.” “You’ll make me vain,” she said, but giggled. “Watch your beautiful face.” He moved behind her and knelt. He began to lick her cunt from behind. She watched in the mirror as a look of pleasure spread across her pretty little-girl face. Asher pulled up and leaned his head on her tiny butt cheek and looked into the mirror. His own face was pleasant at that moment, and for once he didn’t feel weak to look like a fond man. He gently stroked her pussy from this position and watched in delight as his little bride got turned on. He moved back to kissing, fingering and licking her sweet little cunt. She cooed in pleasure, even though she sometimes seemed to wince when he hit a sore spot. Asher gave her something he had been given by Outsider girls, but had never given in return. He stuck his tongue into her tiny asshole. He paused for a moment. “Talk to me,” he said firmly. Then he resumed. “If it’s a sin… it’s one I’ll commit for my husband. It feels wonderful!” “This ass is mine, too, Yael. It’s pure and perfect and mine.” “All of me belongs to my husband….” It was not an affirmation; she was processing thoughts in her clever little mind. “…So, if it pleases him to do it… it cannot be a sin.” He tongued her ass with increased vigor at this, and began to stroke her pussy at the same time. Yael watched herself in the mirror. “Asher, you are making me WANT to do things for you.” She was clever. “Thank you. It will be better this way.” “I am going to fuck you in the ass,” he said, standing up and looking in the mirror for her reaction. She was a little scared, but not terrified. “Yes, Asher.” “But not today,” he said, “And not until you get used to the idea of your asshole being played with. There are things we can do to make that easier.” “Thank you, sweet Asher.” She was everything he ever wanted. “God, I love you, little girl,” he said. He hadn’t meant to say it, but he had meant the words. She sprung from her position and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him over and over. He put his arms around her and held her bottom as he returned the kisses. His tongue probed her, and this time she tried to do the same to him. She was clumsy at first but found her way. “Oh, oh, Asher. I AM happily wed!” She held him, then. Her body was so tiny in his arms, and he felt protective of her. He was protective of Mother Bowe and Levi, too. He knew he loved them like family. Now, he realized that he had all those feelings for this child, but he had more than that. Her love was given to him because she was a loving child by nature, and because she understood the need for love between a husband and wife. Asher knew that, but felt for the first time that he was going to earn her love from now on. “Tell me, Yael. What do you want to do? Forget what I have told you to do. What do you WANT to do?” “I’ve already told you, Asher. You did things to my cunt and to my ass that make me want to please you. That’s what I want more than anything.” She returned to her position, grasping the bed frame as she presented herself. “Please yourself. That’s what I want.” “This is for my pleasure, then,” he said happily. He smacked her on the ass, not hard, but with a nice sound. She looked at him in surprise, but then turned to the mirror. “Do it again,” she said. He did, and she watched it. “Why does that feel good to us?” “Your ass is perfect, and I guess that makes me want to smack it. Maybe you like it because I like it.” He smacked her two or three more times, never in a manner that would cause real pain. She looked thoughtful. He waited for her to come to her conclusion. “No, I like it because your hand is so big. It’s a man’s big hand on a tiny ass that belongs only to him. That’s where the joy is.” “You know me better than I do,” he said. Levi had told him the Chesterson girls were smart. He slid his finger into her pussy a few times. “You really made me hard again, Yael. And you never even touched my cock.” He positioned himself behind her, and they both looked into the mirror as he ran his cock up and down her wet slit a few times. He could see ecstasy on her face. “Do the fucking to me again, Asher.” “Just say ‘fuck me,” he said with a warm chuckle. “Fuck me, Asher. And… if it’s okay, tell me you love me again.” “I will try,” he said, and pushed into her. “OOOOOOOH!” she cried. It was not a scream of pain, but it was clear she was exerting herself to let him in. “Are you okay?” he asked. “Yes, Asher. Fuck me, please.” Then, they watched as he took her again. She didn’t know what to do from this spot, but he guided her hips and taught her to rise to him. She was so trusting, and her limber body followed him without resisting. There was little dancing in The Community, but Asher had loved to go to clubs in the Outside World and dance with the sexy girls. Yael could have put them to shame. “I love your little body, he said. She had perked up at the first two words. She wanted so desperately to be loved. “I love you, little wife,” he added. Her smile warmed the coldest places in his heart. Asher pumped into her with long powerful strokes, and she rose and fell on her own, then. He slowed to barely thrusting at all and showed her how to make circles around his shaft. “This button is called a clit,” he said, reaching around to touch her. “What you want to do is find a way to make it touch my cock.” “I was figuring that out,” she said. “Thank you for teaching me.” “Grind around on me and find the places you like it most.” He let her experiment. She settled into a little rhythm after a time, a few circles and a few rocks up and down. “Something’s happening!” she whispered urgently and picked up her pace. “You’re climaxing, Yael. You’re going to cum on my cock. It’s like when I shot my seed inside of you, but you won’t have to stop after. You can keep going.” She was probably not taking all of that in at the moment. She was on the edge. She reached one hand back, frantically seeking for Asher’s. He gave it, and she squeezed it. Years of hard work had made little Yael Cain’s slender young fingers strong. Asher thought she might break his fingers, but did not pull away. Her pleasure meant something to him now. He would not disrupt her rhythm for the world. “OHHHHH! OHHHH, my husband! Fuck my cunt, now!” He began to push into her. She bore down so that his cock hit her clit with each stroke forward and back. “This… is… it!” He felt warm juices flow from her and her tight vaginal walls seemed to twitch rapidly. “It’s so wonderful!” she said breathlessly. Then after a calm moment, “More, Asher, please.” Pleased with himself at giving her some pleasure of her own, he took the child with abandon. He still had some time to go. She had taken his cum once already. Asher looked in the mirror and saw that she was flushed in the face, but not at the point of exhaustion. She was staring at the sight of them as well. He looked down for a long while at the curve of her slender back and the muscles in her tiny bottom. It was still a perverse thrill to be fucking a child, but now it was at least a child he adored. He felt a desire to have spared her from this, but then looked back and saw her pleasure reflected in the mirror. Whether he was an evil man or a loving husband, he did not know anymore. The fact that there was even a question about that point proved he had come far from where he had been when he first imagined forcing himself on her pretty sister that morning. How could he have thought there was a better bride for him than this girl? How could anything be as thrilling as making her cry out in pleasure? And she did cry out now. Loud, unintelligible sounds came from her pretty mouth. Some were womanish, and others were the squeals of a little girl. She was both, now. She was also thinking. He could see that in her furrowed brow. What thoughts she was assembling he had no idea, but he soon learned. She was a clever girl, and she had determined all of what he wanted and dreaded and found words to describe it. She began to shout for him. “Fuck me!” “Shame me!” “Hurt me!” “Fuck your virgin wife!” “Own me!” “Take your child bride!” “Pleasure me!” “Shame me!” “Say bad words to me!” “I love fucking my little whore!” “Shame me!” “You pissed for a man!” “More!” “You love fucking, little whore!” “I love it too much!” “You dirty little slut! You love fucking my cock with your cunt!” “Tell me you love me!” “I love you, Yael!” It had sent him over. She had learned so quickly what he wanted, what he loathed about himself and how that loathing translated into lust for his young bride. He pulled out as he erupted and sent streams of cum onto her back and into her hair. He would get her on the pill soon. Elders knew Outside doctors for that. For now, he didn’t want to put a baby on her too young frame. He grabbed her gently by the hair and pulled her to her knees before him. She knew what he wanted and sucked his cock, cleaning it with her tongue until there was nothing left on it. He could see that she was thinking again, but she also was enjoying making him groan in pleasure. “The shame is a lie,” she said, gazing up at him. “Between husband and wife there is none.” “You’re a child,” he said in a choked voice. “And I’m a wife. You stood before God and gave me forever. That means everything.” Asher Cain, the coldest man in The Community pulled her to her feet and kissed her warmly over and over. She clung to him, her naked warmth filling him with strength. Neither of them could have told another how long they stood there in each other’s arms. But it didn’t matter. They had stood before God and given each other forever. Asher spoke at last, after he stroked her hair and found his sticky seed there. “We need to get you cleaned off. Time to go to your shower.” “Who is throwing me a shower?” she asked in the little girl voice. He opened his mouth to explain, but saw that she was playing with him. They laughed again. “I’ll help you get clean too, Asher. I’ll even wash your feet if you’d like.” “That’s very Biblical.” “You do know me in the Biblical sense.” He had never appreciated intelligence in a girl so much. This child was a wide-eyed innocent, but she was far sharper than the older girls and women who had shared his bed. The things she knew of, she understood deeply. And in this one day, she had known all of Asher Cain. He had struck her father; he had called Esther a whore; he had joked with Levi; he had laughed cruelly at Yael’s shame; he had returned Esther’s scarf and later given her an honorable escape from a house tainted with shame and her unwilling virgin blood; he had taken Yael cruelly; he had fallen in love with her. Yael knew of him, and she understood him deeply. Even as she fed his worst desires, she knew how to make him a better husband and lover. As they walked to her shower, she stopped and sat on the toilet. “Yael, you don’t have to…” She pissed for him, and she looked at him with love and desire in her eyes as she did it. She stood and handed him the squares of paper and leaned against him as he cleaned her. When had this new fetish become so simple and loving? She took his hand and led him to the toilet. She looked down at his cock. He released a long stream into the toilet. He sighed with pleasure and relief as he did so. He had pissed in front of women before, on one once or twice. It had never felt anything but filthy. It still did, a bit. But that drove him to lust, and she knew it. She handed him the paper, and he chuckled. “We just do this,” he said, shaking himself clean. “That’s just too easy,” she said with a little laugh. “I will learn lots of things about a man, won’t I?” she asked earnestly. “Trust your instincts,” he said. “They have served you well so far.” “I meant them to be serving you.” “Oh, Yael, I love you so.” He kissed her again. “I will try to be a good wife.” “None could be better, child.” They entered the shower together and washed the day’s exertion from them. It took them a long time; there were many detours along the way. After the shower, they ate lunch and spent the afternoon talking. She wanted to know all about the Outside World, especially the girls and women. She understood little of it, but tried to make sense of it all. He could see that her clever mind was filing and sorting things. But as the evening began to fall, Asher grew restless. His mind was on another person’s problem. And try as he might, he could not push it out of his mind and focus on his bride. The fact that the other person looked so much like her was making things difficult. Cain never let his own problems fester. Why should he let someone else’s? He rose as Yael was in the middle of a question. She had been curled with her head in his lap, and was shocked to see him move away so swiftly. “Asher, did I say something wrong?” “Esther is not coming to this house tomorrow,” he said. It was a foolishly phrased half-formed thought, but he was agitated. He grabbed his cell phone from his shirt pocket. “Levi, get your ass up here, now. Bring the car, and a gun. Bring your mother up to the house to sit with Yael.” He hung up without waiting for a reply. He turned to look at his bride, tears streaming down her face. “Oh, Yael, I’m sorry. I said it badly. Esther is not coming here tomorrow. She is coming here tonight. She will not suffer another night under that roof.” “Because I love her so?” asked Yael, suddenly understanding. “And because I love you so, little wife.” In a few minutes, Yael found herself in another pair of loving arms. Asher was glad to see how easily the girl took to the proper mother-figure who held her now. He and Levi whispered plans, but he could still overhear Mother Bowe. “Have you had a good wedding day, Little Mistress?” “Oh yes, Mother Bowe.” “Your new husband is not totally displeasing?” “He’s wonderful. He told me he loves me.” “Well that he should.” “And he put his cock in my cunt and did the fucking to me over and over. He made me climax, and it was wonderful.” “I’ll bet he did, and I’ll bet it was, Mistress.” She laughed kindly and hugged the girl. Asher turned to speak to Yael about what she should say in front of others, but Mother Bowe waved him off. “I’ll take care of it,” she said. “It’s woman’s work. Go do man’s work, son.” “Yes, Mother Bowe.” Levi was grinning, and Asher cuffed him on the back of his head. “If it comes to shooting, Levi, manage to aim at the right person,” he said. “Maybe you shouldn’t hit me before we go out then, Elder. It might knock me senseless and make me hit the wrong man.” Asher found an unpleasant scene at the Chesterson’s. He would not relay the details to Yael. At least Asher had the satisfaction of seeing three long claw marks down the side of Chesterson’s face. Esther had found her fighting spirit at last. The wife had a big bruise under her eye, and Asher hoped it had not come from her husband. Chesterson cowered before Cain’s wrath. Cain punched him in the face anyway and knocked him to the ground with a satisfying thump. On her way out of the house, Esther clutched the front of her torn dress and spat in her mother’s face. “I will give you a payment for her services as housemaid,” Cain said to the mother. “When the time comes for her marriage, I will make the arrangements, but you will receive the full dowry. I do not expect to hear from you again. Make the least bit of trouble, and I will destroy you utterly.” He turned away and it was all he could do to keep from turning around and punching his mother-in-law in the face. He chuckled and wondered how many men had felt that way. Suddenly, Levi launched himself from the place where he had stood guard at the doorway. He punched the woman square in the face and left her lying next to her husband on the floor. An iron was in her hand. She had been so stupid that she was going to brain the one man who could have brought them a second dowry. “Now, you get nothing,” Asher Cain, the cold Elder said. “Leave The Community by Monday, or you will be stoned for raping Esther.” He wasn’t sure even he could pull that one off, but they wouldn’t be bright enough to know. When he got in the car, he put his arm around Esther and let her cry on his shoulder the entire ride home. He had big broad shoulders; they were good to cry on, but he had never let anyone do it before. When they got to the house, Esther left the car and ran to her sister. There was a slender shoulder there to cry on, and there were Mother Bowe’s kind arms to wrap about her. Levi walked boldly to him. “I saved your life, Asher Cain.” “Yes, you did, Levi Bowe. And now you want to ask me for something in return. What is it?” “I want Esther’s white scarf. I think maybe I always have.” “You understand all of what has happened to her?” “Yes, I do.” “Poor Esther. A rapist for a father and a fool for a husband.” “Same could be said of Yael.” “That it could, little brother-in-law. Those Chesterson girls, eh?” Asher Cain swung his big arm around the gangly boy’s shoulders and walked into a house that had been lonely twelve hours before, and was now filled with love and family. Be it in the Community or the Outside World, there could be no greater comfort than a home like that. |
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