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My brother had too much money, and too many houses. I just finished going thru a horrible, divorce, and I was devastated. I ended up not only losing my marriage, and getting crushed by who I thought was the love of my life, but I self destructed, drank a little too much too often, and lost my job too. My brother was the vice CEO of a fortune five hundred company, was over seas building a new venture, and generously offered to let me put myself back together at his house while he, and his family, were in China for six months. He even offered to pay me to watch his dog victor and his place, and the income that he offered not only was too good to be true. It was almost as much as I was making in the factory that I just fired from. His house was huge, fancy, and way too good compared to what I was used to. Forty five hundred square feet, complete with a den, sauna, hot tub, work out room, Olympic sized in ground pool, and a television that was bigger than the bathroom wall of the place that I was just evicted from. I walked the vacant house the night that I got there. Nothing much had changed. Every room was huge and decorated with taste and elegance. Everything was elegant. Well almost everything. It seemed, for some reason, my brother had suddenly gotten into dead presidents. Every room had at least one, and sometimes more, large portraits of dead presidents. They creeped me out a little, and I wondered if I could get away with taking them down. The only condition that he had for me was that I couldn't drink. Not at all. He wouldn't explain to me when I asked him how he would know, he just dared me to try it and find out for myself. I took his word for it. Besides that I made myself drink. Truth was that I really didn't actually enjoy being drunk. I was pretty sure I could live by that one rule. Summers in Virginia were gorgeous, and I knew that this time away was enough to help me get my head straight. I needed this break, and even though I had previously been rather jealous of all of my older brother's accomplishments, I was now grateful for them. He was giving me what I needed, and even though I wasn't proud about my predicament, but I wasn't too proud to accept his generosity. I spent my first morning lounging around the pool. The house was secluded. It was completely surrounded by trees, which made lawn care a little difficult, but the relaxation was heaven. I wouldn't mind taking care of the house, because I was free. At least I was for the next six months. I could lounge for most of the day and still have plenty of time to take care of the house. Victor laid next to my chair, and cheerily panted as we sat next to the pool and bathed in the warming sun. It seemed that my brothers infatuation didn't stop in the house. There were six more dead president statues watching us warm ourselves. They looked new, and bronze and their eyes were black and looked serious and again... Creepy. I tried to ignore them, but I couldn't help feeling like they were watching me. A cold chill ran down my spine. My Iced tea went dry so I went into the house to refill it. I hadn't done more than gotten more ice into my glass when I heard a splash in the pool. It was loud. Way too loud to be the chipmunks and squirrels that I had seen rummaging about during my morning relaxation. I quick stepped it to the back yard to find out what was going on. I didn't get half way out when I saw a young black girl swimming in the pool. Her skin was midnight black, and I could tell that her shape was trim and athletic. I watched as her legs cut the water, and I could see her muscles stretch tight as she did it. Her head was down, her long black hair tied into a knot. She was swimming toward the end I was standing at. She moved gracefully, and her movements were effortless. I should have been happy to have company but I wasn't. I could feel anger welling up inside me. This was a young black girl, and consciously there was no correlation between her and my cheating slut of an ex-wife, but I automatically hated her anyway. I didn't know this girl and yet a part of me blamed her for the pain that I felt inside. I stepped up to the edge of the pool and waited for her to swim to where I was standing. When she did her head popped up, and she was startled to see me standing there. “OMG... You scared the shit out of me!” Her use of the letters OMG almost brought me out of my fury. It was kind of cute, but it was just an almost. The anger quickly returned. “What do you think you are doing?” “Swimming silly. Dan and Jen said I could keep using the pool even though they will be gone. I am on a swim team at my school, and I gotta keep up on my skills.” The fact that my brother told her that without mentioning it to me made me even madder. I could feel the blood swimming up my spine like migrating fish. “They might have said it but I didn't. I am staying here, and I don't want you hanging out here.” She gave me a pouty face, and I wanted to slap it off of her. “Just go,” I told her “Grab your towel and go home.” “No,” she responded, and she crossed her arms in front of her. “I'm not kidding you little brat bitch!” I yelled. She was unaffected. She stood there in the water in complete defiance. I couldn't take any more. I went to reach for her and she was off. She was quick, she sprung off of the side of the pool and started to swim away. She was like a dolphin in the water, but it was no use. I was fully clothed but I didn't care about that. I got a running start and dove in after her. I was on her in no time. She struggled, but she was still a kid. She was no match for me. I wrapped my arms around her, and worked my way toward the edge of the pool. She kicked and struggled, but I didn't give in. I actually started to enjoy the feel of her being helpless against my will. I couldn't remember the last time that I had this much control over a woman. Not that she was a woman yet. I got her to the edge and pinned her there. I grabbed both of her arms, forced them above her head, and grabbed both of her wrists with my stronger right hand, and pinned them to the cement above her head. I had my body pressed tightly against hers, smashing her against the cement. I grabbed her face with my free hand. The German Sheppard started to get a little nervous and paced back and forth whining as he went, but he made no move against me, which was good. I didn't want to have to fight him too. “Look her you little bitch!” I exclaimed. “If I tell you to leave, it would be well advised for you to do it. I am not messing around here!” I felt a sense of power come over me. She was helpless, and I felt myself begin to harden against her. “I'm sorry,” she said, but I could hear a little sarcasm in her voice. I didn't like it. “You keep this shit up and you will be very sorry,” I said. My dick started to ache. I don't know what came over me but I kind of instinctually repositioned my hips, placing the head of my dick between her legs. Then I humped into her a little, and waited for her reaction. She was a young girl and a part of my brain was screaming for me to stop this behavior, but I was mad and I wanted to make her pay for her defiance. I didn't listen to my conscience. Her eyes widened a little. I could see the fear in her eyes. For all I knew it was the first time that she ever really experienced that emotion. I decided to give her a better taste of it. “That's right little one. I think you are starting to understand. You better listen to me and high tail it out of here. If you don't you are gonna get a lot more of this,” I said and I pushed my clothed dick harder up against her. “Matter of fact,” I informed her. “If you don't leave when I let you go and not come back, then I will take it as permission to turn you into a little whore!” Then I humped into her a little bit. I could tell that she wasn't sure what to do with all of this information. I watched her face as everything that I just told her ran blankly through her mind. I knew what I had just told her was sick and demented but at that point I didn't really care. The anger inside of me was in full control and I didn't try to fight it. I just enjoyed the way that her young hips felt against mine. “Well,” I said finally. “You gonna leave, or are you gonna be my little bitch?” “I'll go,” she said defeated. “I just wanted to swim you know.” I have to admit that a part of me was disappointed to hear her say that. I only said it to scare her off, but there was a little part of me that hoped and prayed she would agree to it. Of course that was ridiculous, but there it is. It is what I wanted and now that she denied my offer some of the anger resurfaced. I released the pressure against her, lifted her up, and tossed her out. I wasn't gentle about it and she scraped her knee on the cement. “Look what you did you jerk!” I twinge of guilt came over me. I had just injured a kid, but at the same time there was also a little pleasure when I looked at the pink spot on her knee where the cement scraped away the skin. “Look what I did,” I said angrily. “I told you to leave, and you refused. “You brought this on yourself.” “Well give me a band-aid at least,” she pouted.. I got out of the pool and walked to where my brother kept all of his pool supplies. There was a first aid kit in there. I rummaged around, took out a band-aid and threw it in her direction. It landed near her feet. She looked down, and then back at me. There was anger in those eyes, but not as much as what I felt at the moment. “What about the band-aid cream?” I reached back into the kit, and pulled out some of the ointment that she wanted. I threw it at her, and it smacked against her chest. “Now go!” I pointed toward the edge of the property, and held my stance. “My dad is Dan's boss you know,” she said smugly. “If I tell him then he will be pissed that your talking to me that way. He might even fire Dan because of it. My dad does whatever I tell him to do!” Her voice rose after she spoke each word. She was a spoiled little brat that was used to getting her way. “I am going to tell you one more time to leave. If you don't then I warn you. You will regret it.” She crossed her arms again in complete defiance. That was the last straw. I lunged at her, grabbed her, and dragged her to my nieces aerobic horse. It was the perfect height. I bent her over it, pulled the bottoms of her bathing suit down and began spanking her ass. She struggled, but it didn't do any good I held her in position easily with one hand on her back pushing her into the horse, and whooped her ass but good. Spanking her gave me a sense of victory and began to relieve some of the anger I felt inside. The redder her ass got, the better I felt. I whooped her until my hand was numb, and her black ass cheeks had a dark red tinge to them. I knew that the pain in my hand would hit me later, but the adrenaline prevented me from recognizing it. Somewhere in the back of my mind I recognized that she was crying. I was so focused on relieving my anger that I had forgotten all about what I was doing or how it would be affecting her. I gathered myself and came back to reality. Her crying was fake. I don't know how I knew that, but I did. I guess people just know that kind of thing. Her fake tears were not going to influence me. “Stop your act. I am not buying it.” “You hit me! I am so telling my dad!” I looked at her ass again. She didn't bother to cover it up. She was still bent over the exercise equipment. She sulked into the leather pad. Once again I felt a wave of victory. Her ass was full and shaped like two smooth and plump boulders attached two muscular thighs. She was dark, but kind of beautiful for such a young girl. I could feel myself harden as I gazed at her young body. “How old are you kid?” “What do you care?” she asked. I smacked her ass again. This time with the other hand. “Ouch,” she proclaimed. More for effect than anything. She didn't move though, and I found that fact interesting. She sniffled again though trying once again to gain sympathy from me. It didn't work. “How old are you?” I asked her again. “Twelve,” she informed me. “What is your name?” “Kamen,” she said. She finally stood up, and faced me. At first she must have forgotten about her state of dress, but my gaze shifted to her snatch. She looked down, and covered herself. Her pretty black face turned a darker shade. She was blushing. “Where are my bottoms?” I looked down and they were next to my feet. I kicked them away. She looked at me, and for the second time I could see a little fear in her eyes. I couldn't help but laugh, a deep and hearty laugh. I turned and walked away. I had too. I knew that if I didn't my dick would be splitting through her hymen, and I wasn't ready to take it that far. Yet. I had a change of heart. I didn't want her to go. A part of me still meant what I had told her earlier, and I thought that if she stuck around I meant to do exactly what I had told her I was going to do. At the same time though, I figured that if I just chased her away that she might not come back, and I wanted her to. “You can swim now. I guess you earned that much. Today though. If you come back here tomorrow then I will do what I told you I was gonna do!” I walked away and went into the house. For today I would let her have the fun that she came to have. I went back into the kitchen and finished making my iced tea. The memory of putting the girl in her place still fresh in my mind. For the first time in my life I felt like I had come out on top where a woman was concerned. I didn't care about the fact that I had bettered a young girl. The only thing I cared about was that I had finally been the one in control. I went back out to my lounge chair, and sat down. Watching the Kamen do her laps. Her movements were disciplined and graceful, and she cut the water like a pro. I imagined she was probably one of the stronger swimmers in her age group. I couldn't help but to be impressed. Kamen swam for a full hour and I watched her round ass passing back and forth in front of me the entire time. It wasn't something I was used to doing, gawking at a twelve year old's ass, but at that point I really didn't care how old she was. I was enjoying myself. My life had gone miserably for the past three years, and I felt that I deserved a little recreation. She finally got tired of swimming and came out of the pool. “You like the show?” “Huh,” I said. Truly confused. “You don't think I know you were looking at my ass?” She chided. “I might only be twelve, but I aint stupid.” “Yeah,” I admitted. “I did. You say your dad is Dan's boss?” “Yeah,” she said. She sounded completely unimpressed. “Well then. How come you don't have your own pool?” She laughed at that. “Cuz my dad is a cheap ass mother fucker,” she said as a matter of fact. Then after a second. “Go get me a sandwich.” She ordered. This girl was crazy. Did I just hear her correctly. I stared at her in disbelief. “Um. Did I stutter old fart.” The anger quickly returned, and my dick started to stiffen again. I got up, grabbed her by the hair and dragged her off of the other lounge chair. “Hey! Ouch. Stop it,” she cried. “I swear I will tell my dad on you.” “You need to learn a little respect. Your dad is not my boss, and I don't give a shit if he fires my brother to be quite honest with you.” I brought her back to the horse again, scooping up the two jump ropes that my snobby nieces left lying on the ground on the way. When we got to the horse I tied one end of one rope to Kamen's wrist, and secured her arm to the handle of the horse. This time she fought me with more passion which did nothing but fuel my resolve. I tied her other arm to the other handle. Kamen kicked me three different times while I did it. I walked around to the other side, grabbed her hair, and slapped her face three times nearly as hard as I could. Man did it feel good. “I am an old fart eh.” “Fuck you old fart!” She screamed. I slapped her three more times just as hard. Then I went and rummaged for more jump ropes. I found two more, and went back to the girl. “What you gonna do?” “Gonna tie your legs down, and whip you but good,” told her. Kamen let herself drop, stretching her arms, and positioned herself so that whipping her but good would be difficult. I looked around for something that would give me back my advantage. The girls had a balance beam that was just the right height. I dragged it over, slid it in between Kamen and the horse, which forced her ass out and made it impossible for her to deny me my target. I pulled the girls bottoms down, and removed them for the second time. Then I tied each leg to the leg of the balance beam, forcing her to spread nice and wide. I went into the house, to the guest bedroom where I was sleeping, and grabbed my belt. No sense causing myself any more pain. When I got back outside Kamen was struggling to get free. I had her tied, but good. There was no escape. I brought the belt down squarely against her ass. Crack! “Ow ow ow,” Kamen cried. “Please stop! I won't say it again. Crack! Kamen wiggled and squirmed to no avail. Crack! Crack! Crack! “Ouch, ooh, Ow!” She cried after each time I hit her. “Please, Please Please. No more! I am sorry.” This time she started to cry for real. This fueled my fire, and I whipped her a little harder. I wanted to break her will, and I was accomplishing that. “Ooooh... Gaaaawwwd it hurts so bad!” I grabbed her hair again, and leaned in close. “Am I still an old fart?” She actually had to think about it. She still wanted to say yes, but she knew better. “No,” she said. She waited for a second. “You aint that old!” I hit her three more times across the ass. Which was welting up quite nicely. She would be sore for a few days after this, and would get a nice reminder of her visit here every time she sat down. I leaned back in again and asked her the same question. This time she answered right away. “No,” she said quickly and left it at that. “That's more like it,” I said. “You just might be trainable after all.” Victor began pacing again. I could tell that his adrenaline was up as well. He made no move toward me or the girl though. He just paced back and forth whining, and barking occasionally. I rubbed her sore and red ass. “Ow. Stop that. It hurts,” she said. I kept going. Her ass felt hot, like cooked meat. I felt a little bolder and let my hands explore her bottom a little more. One of my fingers grazed one of her swollen pussy lips, and Kamen inhaled deeply. “Oh God,” she said. “What are you gonna do?” I reached down further and felt her pussy completely. It was wet and felt juicy to my fingers. “Just checking you out,” I said. “Don't worry. I am not gonna fuck you today. I want you to come back tomorrow though. I will let you swim again, but not until you are officially my little bitch. Tomorrow you learn what it is like to be a little whore.” “Huh,” she said. “Are you serious?” “Very,” I told her. “I want to know what you feel like. I want to be inside of you.” “But,” she said. “I am only twelve. That's not legal!” Victor was still pacing and whining even though things had calmed down. He was excited. His ears were perked up, and his tail was twitching. “Don't care about that. I am not gonna untie you until you agree to come back tomorrow.” “I can't,” she said. “I am a good girl.” I laughed at that. “Is that really what you think. You are a spoiled rotten little bitch, and you deserved everything you got today and more. Tomorrow I will give you more.” “Nope,” she said. Her stubbornness had returned. “Okay,” I said. “have it your way. I backed away from her. It didn't take Victor a second. He came right in and began lapping up at her pussy juices. “Hey,” she said. “No Victor. Bad dog.” She wiggled her hips, but there was no conviction in her voice, and none in her movements. “Make him stop. It's gross to let him lick me there.” Victor was lapping hungrily at her small and wet little cunt. She stopped moving and just let him. “Will you come back tomorrow?” “Umm... Oh God. Shit. Okay, okay, okay!” “Fine then,” I said. I bent down, and untied her legs. This time I took a good long look at her pussy as I unfastened her bindings. She was still wet, and not from swimming. It was partially from the dogs tongue, and partially the stimulation that he gave her. “Get used to the idea Kamen. I won't be the only one fucking you,” I said. “He will get his share too.” I untied her completely and went into the house with out saying a word. I went straight to the bathroom, and pounded one out. Was she turned on? I thought to myself. The image of her fluids running down her leg resurfaced in my mind. I jacked off again while reminiscing about the beating that I gave her, and imagined myself cumming into the little bitches mouth instead of the toilet bowl. I jacked off again right before I went to sleep. I felt good. I felt alive, and I hoped that she would come back again tomorrow like she said she would. I was startled awake at six in the morning by the phone next to me ringing. “Hello,” I said groggily when I got it to my ear. “Are you a fucking retard, or what?” It was my brother and he sounded furious. “Huh?” It was the only thing I could think of to say. “That was my bosses daughter you asshole!” what the fuck? I thought to myself. How could he possibly know? I asked him that question. “I had camera's installed everywhere you dumb shit! Everywhere except for the bathrooms. No way was I gonna let you stay in my house without being able to watch your stupid ass.” “Oh. Shit,” I said. “Oh shit is right. The fucked up thing is that my boss was sitting next to me while I watched it.” “Fuck me,” I said. “Well that stuck up little bitch asked for it,” I said defensively. “You think anything she could have done justified what you did to her. Look. I get it. She is a mouthy disrespectful little bitch, but she is my bosses daughter, and she is not your kid. You can't just beat the shit out of somebody else's kids for one. Then you felt her up, you fucking little pig! And that wasn't enough. Then you let my dog lick her. What kind of sick prick are you?” That brought back memories of his bachelor party. This mother fucker had the nerve to lecture me on sick. He had a young latina girl for a stripper. She wasn't an ordinary stripper though. Even back then this mother fucker had money. He paid that girl to take on a donkey. He had no right to lecture me on sick when he paid a young girl to fuck an animal in front of fifteen gawking guys. “Fuck you Dan. She liked it!” “What?” “You heard me. She liked it. I don't even feel guilty about it. She said she was coming back today for more of the same,” I said. My words had an effect on him. I didn't know whether or not he could hear, but I assume is was video only. So I went with it. “Your kidding right?” “Nope. So, is he pissed or what?” I asked him point blank. I really didn't care too much. What was the worse that could happen. “Luckily for you he knows she probably asked for it. He aint gonna make an issue out of it. Just don't let it happen again.” Did I just hear him right? I pretty much raped his daughter right in front of him. In a way anyway. And his stance was that she probably deserved it. This was too good. “You won't have to worry about it if she don't come around here no more. Tell him to call home and tell her not to come here no more. If she comes back and mouths off again she is getting the same thing, and probably more.” “Listen you little fuck! Get the fuck out of my house. You are putting my job on the line. Just get the fuck out of my house all right. I knew I should have never let your loser ass stay at my house!” The anger really began to boil now. “No. I aint going nowhere. Remember Lilly?” “You wouldn't dare.” Lilly was the one time that my brother lost his self control. His one indiscretion, and the one thing I could use to get over on my brother. It was the first time I ever used it though. “I would dare. I have never threatened to use it before, because I really don't even like your wife to be honest, and I wouldn't want her living the rest of her life high on the hog off of your money. But this time it is different. I actually appreciate what you are doing for me, and I need this. I want peace and quiet. I want to get my head together. The last thing I need is some snotty disrespectful little bitch getting under my skin every day. Make her stop coming here, or you deal with the consequences. Tell your boss to keep her away from me, or to accept what happens.” I felt the surge of power coming back over me. I felt like I was in control again. My brother actually sat and listened while I was talking, and sat in silence after I finished. “Fine,” he said “Call me back after you talk to him and let me know what he says,” and I hung up the phone, and fell back to sleep. I woke up two hours later, relieved myself, and went to the kitchen to grab a bite to eat. The phone rang before I could even get to the fridge. It wasn't my brother this time though. It was his boss Darrel. I looked at the caller I.D. And seriously considered not even answering it. I wasn't in the mood to argue. Not with my brother, and not with his boss. I answered anyway, figuring what the fuck. Darrel was a big dude, and could even be considered intimidating. He worked out furiously, but I had met him, and his wife, and she was the one to be afraid of out of the two of them. He was as limp as a dishrag. “Hello,” I said into the receiver. “Hey Greg,” he said back. “There's something I want to talk to you about.” He sounded like he was a nervous wreck, which was something that threw me a little off guard, and I decided to proceed with the conversation a little more cautiously. He was up to something, and I didn't like it at all. “Okay. Shoot,” I said. “First off I'm not mad at you about yesterday,” he said through a rough and choked voice. I could hear him struggle to frame the words. “Um. Not mad at all. My girls have been testing my absolute limits lately. Pushing my buttons, and going out of their way to make my life miserable. I am getting sick of it. I have tried to discipline them myself, but my wife won't have it. She threatens to leave me if I even raise my voice at them. I know it makes me sound horrible, but Fuck it Greg. I actually liked watching her get what she had coming. Do me a favor though. Lay off of the dog shit. Okay.” “I just did that to break her will Darrel. And I will use Victor again, if I think it is necessary. Besides that Darrel. I think she liked it. She may even want to go further with him. “Shut up,” he said. “Your not serious.” “I am very serious. I think your daughter likes a lot of freaky things. I am just saying.” He took a deep breath, gathering himself mentally and then continued. “Listen. I talked to my daughter this morning, and she was actually pleasant to me on the phone. She actually sounded happy. I asked her what she did yesterday and she giggled like the little girl she is. I haven't heard her do that in a while. Whenever we talk we are arguing about something stupid. Today was a pleasant relief. I decided to rub it in a little. I couldn't help it. He was being a coward with his family, letting them rule the house when he should have been, and I wasn't going to pull any punches with him. “You know why Darrel. At least why I think she is always pushing buttons?” I asked him. “Because she wants you to do it. She wants you to man up and whoop her ass, but you never do.” “I know,” was all he said. He was starting to sound like a whiny little kid “Well,” I said to him, “Here's the thing Darrel. I actually kind of enjoyed it. So if your okay with it then I am too. Did she say if she was coming back?” “Yeah. She sounded like she was looking forward to it. She even mentioned that you were staying there, and told me that she enjoyed your company.” That kind of threw me a little. I mean I had just told him that she wanted him to whoop her ass, but I thought it was a little more on a subconscious level. “Well then Darrel. Let me ask you something,” I said feeling a wave of boldness coming over me. “Would you be mad if I didn't wait for her to misbehave? What if when she did come over if I just stripped her down, tied her up, and smacked her around for no reason? Would that bother you?” He sat quietly and didn't say a word. “Well Darrel. That's the way its gonna be,” I informed him. “If you don't stop her from coming here, then in my mind its because you want me to roughen her up, and if that's the case I am just gonna get right down to business. Skip to the punch line so to speak. How does that sound Darrel?” He paused for a second and I could here him breathing. It almost sounded like he might actually be getting turned on. Was he pleasuring himself? I thought he just might be. “Fine. Do it!” was all he said. “Good. And just so you know I am not gonna stop there either,” I told him, and I hung up the phone I half expected for him to call me back. To have second thoughts and to beg me to explain the last comment to him. I wouldn't have though. I would have just let him stew on it. He didn't call me back though. I pretty much just eluded that I was going to rape his daughter, and he somehow he didn't even pursue it. I went to the gym and set everything up for my visitor. Twenty minutes later I was sitting in my lounge chair waiting for her to arrive. Ever since my brother had called this morning I had been on the lookout for the cameras that he was using to spy on me. At first I couldn't find them. They were very cleverly disguised in the eyes of the various creepy portraits that hung in every wall of the house. No wonder I felt like they were watching me. She didn't show up as early as she had the day before. She didn't arrive until almost twelve thirty. When she did she was wearing the same suit that she was wearing the day before. “Take it off,” I ordered. She glared at me, but did what she was told. Once she was undressed it was her natural instinct to cover herself. Her black skin shined against the noon sun. Her hair was down and straightened today. It was long, about halfway down her back, and her perk little breasts hung pleasantly on her chest. Her nipple were erect, and ready for action. “Unless I tell you different that is the way that you cross onto this property from now on. Leave whatever else you are wearing on the edge before you come in.” She shook her head yes, and stared at the ground. “And quit covering yourself. What good is it to have you naked if I can't even look at you.” She moved her hands to her side and fidgeted with each of her legs. She didn't look look up at me. Her eyes were glued to the ground. I got up from my lounge chair, grabbed her by the hair and towed her into the house. She walked obediently behind me, without so much as a word. I took her into the gym where Abraham, and Ulysses watched what was about to happen. The gym was not only huge it was a gymnasts dream. Yep. My brother had way too much money. Everything a person could want to exercise themselves was in this large room with a very high ceiling. Directly in front of Abraham Lincoln's portrait was a contraption that my brother used to hang himself upside down. This was the perfect place for me to rape her, and to give her father a perfect view of it happening. The leather straps that went to the hanging machine were lying on the floor. I picked one up strapped up one of Kamen's petite little wrists, and then did the other. She didn't fight. She just watched as I put the leather contraptions on her wrists. Earlier I had positioned buckets on the inside of either leg of the machine. I directed for her to stand on the buckets, which brought her just high enough to latch herself on to the top rail. I took one length of the rope that I found in the shed and, started wrapping it around and securing her leg to the frame. I wrapped it all the way up to the knee. Kamen watched me as I worked, duplicating my efforts on the other leg. I looked Abraham in the eye and wondered if her father was watching me now, or if he was sleeping. I guessed I really should check to see how much time differed in China. For all I knew he was sleeping. One way or the other he was sure to be watching this sooner or later. Went to behind Kamen, and began running my hand up and down her leg. Enjoying the way that her skin felt against my hand. I went for the gold and began to massage her pussy lips, knowing full well that her father would have a clear view as my fingers played with her clit. She let out a little moan as I tickled some part of her that she liked. I decided to have a little fun. I took off my belt and slapped her ass. Her entire body stiffened, and she took in a deep breath squeezing it through her teeth. I could still see the welts on her ass from yesterday. There was no doubt that she was still very tender there. The fact that she was so willing to submit herself to it again so soon was a testament to who she was. “I talked to your father today,” I informed her. “You did?” “Yep,” I admitted. “My brother had cameras installed, and he watched the whole thing.” “Shut up,” she said. “Was he pissed? Did he yell at you?” “Nope. I think he liked watching me beat you. I think he wishes that he had the balls to do it himself. What do you think about that?” Kamen hung her head low. She was deep in thought. “Answer me. I just told you that your dad wants to beat the shit out of you. He thinks you deserve it.” “I know. He's right. I do, but he won't do it. Sometimes I even try to get him to but he just won't. I think if he loved me he would do it. At least that's what my cousin says. She says her dad spanks her because he loves her, and wants her to learn. My dad just won't do it. Does that mean he don't love me?” I watched as a tear formed in her eye. “You want him to spank you don't you?” “Yes,” she told me. “You are bad just so he has a reason to aren't you?” “Mmhmm,” she said. Shaking her head as she said it. “Would you enjoy it the way that you enjoy it when I hit you?” She thought about that one for a second, but didn't answer. “Your pussy gets wet when I spank you that's how I know you like it.” She was quiet. “Would your pussy get wet if he spanked you do you think? I bet it would. I think you are a very naughty girl that wants her daddy's hand spanking her. You do don't you?” She looked me in the eye with a determined look. Then she finally answered. “Yes.” I walked around to her front and striped her belly three times. She endured it without making a sound. I looked over and Grant had a nice view and so did her father. I changed my angle and punsihed her cute little pussy. “Would you like your dad to spank your pussy too?” The answer came a little quicker this time. “Fuck. Yes.” “Good girl. Nothing wrong with being honest.” I pointed to the camera. Tell him. The camera is right there. Tell your daddy you want him to spank your tight little pussy!” “I want YOU to do this to me daddy!” She admitted. I smacked her pussy with my hand. “Oh God,” she muttered. “Do that again!” I smacked her pussy again two more time. “Shit,” she said. “Damn that hurts!” “You deserve it.” “I know,” she admitted. She hung her head low. “Hit me again. Harder this time.” I did. I laid into her. Letting out all of my frustrations on her. I was lost in a white frenzy. I think I actually lost track of time. When I regained my senses her midsection was covered with red blood spots. My dick was hard as a rock. I looked down and her pussy was clearly dripping wet again. It was more than I could take I came in close released my dick from its prison. Her body was the perfect height for me and I took her. I didn't go easy or gentle. I ripped through her hymen, and enjoyed the feel of her tight previously unfucked, pussy. “Do you want your daddy to do this to you too?” She looked up at me and shook her head yes. “My Uncle Dixon too. He touched me once, and my mom saw it. She won't let him come around no more, but I liked it. His dick is so big. I felt it when I sat on his lap once. So big!” My dick got even harder at this admission and started fucking her faster. She started to moan as I pumped it in. “You are a little whore aren't you?” “Yes,” she said. “I'm a such a little whore.” “This is what your pussy was intended for,” I informed her. I thought about it and then added. “This is what you were intended for. This is your purpose.” She looked at me questioningly. “Say it,” I demanded. She hesitated and I smacked her face. “Say it.” “This is my purpose?” It was like a question. “Yes. You are a little fuck doll. Your purpose is to please men. Do you understand?” I could feel her pussy get wetter as the words left my mouth. “Yes,” she said. “My purpose is to let guys FUCK me!” She exclaimed through gritted teeth.” “Do you like that idea.” She thought about it again as my dick stretched out her tight little pussy. “Mmmhmm,” she said. “I like this. You feel so big inside of me.” I couldn't help it her admission fueled me. I came deep inside of her. “Good girl!” I think you and I are gonna get along just fine. I wasn't done though. I wanted to give her father one last little show. It wasn't enough for him just to watch me fuck her. I had to go further. I untied her and led her over to the weight bench. I raised the angle so that she would be on a diagonal. I tied her down with her ass down by the end and her legs spread as wide as they would go. Then I went to the kitchen and grabbed some peanut butter. Victor was laying in his bed in between the living room and kitchen. He watched me with curiosity. “Come on boy,” I said. “It's your turn.” Victor got up, at the sound of my voice. His tail was wagging furiously. He followed me into the gym. I dipped a chunk of peanut butter out of the jar, and smeared it all over Kamen's young cunt. She watched me, knowing full well what was about to happen, but she didn't say a word. Victor was licking her pussy before I even finished spreading it around, and Kamen began to moan immediately with pleasure. “You like that don't you?” She shook her head yes, and I watched as her hips began to gyrate. “I thought you said it was gross. Remember?” Victor didn't seem to mind the idea that what he was doing was gross. He worked diligently at getting all of the peanut butter out of kamen. She shook her head no. “No what?” “I don't know.” “Tell me.” “It feels good. His tongue. It's rough and long and it goes up in me. It's not gross. I like it.” She admitted. “You know he's gonna want to fuck you after he cleans you up right?” She got a little nervous. I could see it in her eyes. “He is?” She asked doubtfully. “But don't he know that I am not a dog?” “I don't think he cares sweety.” The back of my mind kind of laughed at that. The only person I had ever called sweety before this day was my slutty cheating ex wife. What joke that was. Now I was calling a twelve year old girl sweety as I let a dog lick her pussy. Women were sluts. Plain and simple. She was actually liking this. “He won't?” “Nope,” I explained. “All he cares about is getting his rocks off. He is just like every other guy in the world.” I stood back and watched for a second and Kamen's attention switched to Victor's snout buried in her pussy. Her hips began to twitch. She was having an orgasm. Maybe her first, and Victor had the honor of giving it to her. Her moans intensified, and I watched as her body stiffened. She squirted all over Victor, which startled the dog. He backed off, licked himself clean as best as he could and came back to the girl. He cleaned her up, and just as I predicted he mounted her. “Oh my God. He is really gonna do it.” Victor's pink shaft climbed out of his hairy sheath as he began humping the area around her juicy snatch. Kamen could feel his prick poking around and she started to work her hips, trying to find a position that would allow him entry. Victor knew what he was doing though and he found her entrance and began hammering away at her. “Oh my God. He is so fucking big. Shit.” The girl had a mouth on her that was for sure. Victor hammered away at his newly found bitch, clawing her belly as he tried for a better grip on the girl. I watched as Kamen squirmed beneath him, and did her best to fuck him back. “Do you like having him inside of you?” “Yes. I do. It feels so fucking good.” “Good girl,” I said. “Very good girl.” Victor finished, and began cleaning himself up. I untied Kamen. She sat up. She was out of breath and sweating. My dick was throbbing again. Begging me for more release. I straddled Kamen and shoved my dick into her mouth, grabbing her hair, and forcing myself all the way into her mouth. She gagged a little but didn't protest. I looked directly into Grants eyes. Knowing that whenever her father did watch the video that our gazes would meet. I came into her mouth, making her gag more. I emptied my load, backed off and smacked her across the face. Then I leaned down and kissed her deeply. She kissed me back. Now we were friends. |
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