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story_codes: M/g, semi-cons, cons, first

story_intro: Abdul is a multi-billionaire who wants Western wives who will be willingly obedient and faithful to him - and bear his children. He finds that the best way to start is to take preteen girls away from their rotten home lives. Daisy is the first as she is rescued from a dead-end existence in her white trash family. Note: Some of the story moves a little slowly to set-up the overall story line of the series.

story_language: English






Abdul's Harem, part 1: Daisy

Written by madvlad


	Eddie was cumming inside the mouth of his ten year-old niece, Daisy, when her father walked in the room and glared at him. When Eddie was finished, he pushed the girl's face off of his deflating prick and looked at the other man, his brother.

	"What burr got under your saddle?" Eddie asked in his southern, white trash drawl. 

	Ken, his brother, let out a long breath before he answered.

	"Betsy's gone got herself knocked up," he replied.

	"Shit," said Eddie. "Who has that whore been fuckin' - 'cept you and me?"

	"Don't know. She says no one, but I told her she damn well better make up a name so we can give it to Family Services and get more money on our check. 'Sides, we don't need the hassle with the cops if it was one of us."

	"Ain't that the truth," Eddie agreed. "How far along is she?"

	"The doc says about two months, so I reckon we have a few more before we gotta find some other pussy."

	Betsy was Daisy's older sister and was three years her senior. Eddie's wife had run off with a tire salesman a year ago and Ken's wife, Marlene, had grown morbidly obese and had no desire for anything except junk food and her television talk shows. She spent her days and nights on a battered couch that appeared to be on the verge of collapse and only got up to use the nearby bathroom with an extra wide door.

	Eddie had his two sons living with him. Ken and Marlene had six kids. The oldest boy was in juvenile detention. Then came Betsy at age thirteen, another son at eleven, Daisy at ten (her birthday having been a week earlier), and then two younger siblings aged eight and nine. Around the time that Eddie's wife had left, Marlene took up permanent residence on the couch. 

	This left Ken and Eddie free to chase women, but having Betsy at close hand was much less work. So at age twelve, she had become the mistress to her father and her uncle. She was clearly unhappy with this arrangement, but there was little she could do and had gradually given it a grudging acceptance of being her lot in life. 

	Since Betsy and Daisy shared the same room, Daisy had seen and heard everything her sister had endured. One night, while Eddie was happily pounding into Betsy, Ken had become tired of waiting. He turned to Daisy and gave the frightened girl an abrupt lesson in fellatio. Both men were pleased to have a back-up plan when the other man was busy with Betsy. Daisy hated it, but she had been beaten enough to know what would happen if she resisted - or if she failed to swallow the whole load.

	"You think this one is ready?" Eddie asked, pointing to Daisy.

	"Dunno," said Ken. "Daisy!" he barked. "On your feet and strip!"

	Trembling, Daisy stood. She was reluctant to begin disrobing until her father pointed to his oversized belt buckle in a threatening manner. He was skilled at disciplining his offspring with a belt. When she was finally naked, her father and uncle silently considered her potential suitability in bed.

	Daisy may very well have inherited every recessive gene her parents possessed. Unlike them, she was quite lovely with wavy blonde hair, soft brown eyes, and a pair of luscious red, Cupid's bow lips that would be begging to be kissed by boys in a few short years. For now, they had only been stretched around Ken and Eddie's filthy cocks. 

	She knew going to her mother would be of no use. Any tearful entreaty was stopped by a raised hand and a tired order to stop bothering her and do as she was told.

	But the two men had seen plenty of her face - it was the rest of her that concerned them now. Barely ten year-old, her body was lean with a completely flat chest and only the slightest curves at her hips. Her limbs were well tanned but her body was pale from her upper thighs to her torso and upper arms. She was a pretty child, but a long way off from even possibly having the figure of her namesake, Daisy Duke from the show and movie, "Dukes of Hazzard".

	"Well," opined Eddie. "She's got no hair on her cunt. Of course, neither did Betsy when we started plugging her and she still don't have much to show there."

	"True enough," agreed Ken.

	"But this one's got no tits. At least Betsy had something to bite on. I sure do love some titties."

	"Well, we can wish to the moon, but they won't come any sooner," said Ken. "I guess beggars can't be choosers."

	"Hell," Eddie laughed. "Maybe we can ask Family Services to send us a sixteen year-old while Betsy's pregnant."

	"Good one," Ken snorted. He turned to his daughter and fixed her wit ha glare.

	"Girl, have you been letting anyone get inside your little snatch? And don't you lie to me!"

	Daisy shook her head vehemently.

	"N-no, Daddy. I would never-"

	"Good! You had damn well keep it that way 'cause in a couple of months, your Uncle Eddie and I are gonna bust you in right. You understand?"

	"Yes, Daddy," Daisy said in a small voice. A voice small enough so that it could only be heard by her father and her uncle - and by the microphone hidden in a nearby lamp.


YEARS EARLIER

	Abdul stretched his tall frame in his recliner. He was an Arab in his early forties, with a shaven head, heavy brows, and a long nose that jutted from his swarthy face like the prow of an ancient warship. When he was angry, his face radiated deep, dangerous menace. But when he smiled, he looked like everyone's favorite uncle. 

	He was the tenth son of an oil sheik and had received a large sum of money from his father after he finished his college education in the United States. His father was proud to have many sons, but was concerned about how they might squabble among themselves for control of the family's interests. So he had encouraged his younger sons to seek their own way in the world.

	While most of his brothers had eventually remained close to the nest, Abdul excelled in his multitude of business ventures to the point that his share of the family's oil holdings was but a small fraction of his wealth. And the college years that gave him the foundation of his business acumen also exposed him to his greatest weakness - Western women.

	He loved them. He loved their various shades of skin color, eye color, and hair color. He loved their range of ideas and opinions. But he had also learned that they were not always faithful and he had spent millions of dollars in three divorce settlements. It wasn't the money that bothered him - he always easily recouped all losses with plenty to spare in his businesses. It was the betrayal and lack of appreciation from his wives that left him frustrated and down-hearted.

	After his last divorce, he was sitting on the deck of one of his beach houses, watching as people played and swam, seemingly without a care in the world. He watched the women and girls in their skin-tight, revealing swimwear and marveled at the wide range of bodies there for his viewing pleasure. He had visited pleasure houses around the world and had enjoyed sex with females ranging form five to fifty (or perhaps older, he was never sure) and was always ready for more.

	It was on his deck, watching as the sunlight glittered across the wet bodies of three young girls, that he had his inspiration. The girls were all pre-teens, perhaps eleven or twelve years old. He called to them and told them he was leaving soon and had some extra cans of soft drinks. He hated to see them go to waste and would they like to have them? 

	At first they were hesitant, but he realized that he was a stranger and it looked like he was trying to entice them into his house. He promptly set the cans on the steps leading down to the sand and told them they were free to help themselves. After this, they girls relaxed and took the cans, even passing some on to their younger siblings. The looks on their faces as they thanked him were of genuine delight, not of any calculating greed as to what more they might get from him. 

	This was his epiphany. If he could acquire his female companions at this young age, they would likely grow to be more faithful to him as they grew older. But he couldn't simply snatch them off the street. (Actually, he could if he just wanted sex, but earning love and loyalty from someone who has been kidnapped and raped was not realistic.) But if he could legally take them away form a poor home life, they would even be more emotionally indebted to him. Perfect!

	As he worked on his plans, a physician from his country who was experimenting with fertility treatments came to his attention. Dr. Haddad had come under fire from his colleagues in suggesting there were ways that younger girls could conceive a child and safely carry it to full term. This was useful in many nomadic tribes, he argued, where girls were married off as young as eight. 

	Dr. Haddad needed a patron for his research and Abdul was intrigued by the idea of his young brides giving him offspring, so the two quickly formed an amenable relationship. Three years later, Dr. Haddad had presented the conclusions of his research to Abdul.

	"With the proper hormone treatment, I can make a girl as young as eight, perhaps even seven, conceive. However, I recommend waiting until the girl is ten to give us a small buffer to allow the mother and child a safer pregnancy."

	"Impressive, Doctor," Abdul replied. "And this has been proven?" 

	"Many times over among several tribes," Dr. Haddad answered. "And if you choose to impregnate American girls, the safety is even better since they tend to be more well-nourished and slightly larger than the tribe children. Still, I recommend we remain with ten being the youngest age even for them, just to be safe."

	"Agreed."

	"Another point is the delivery of the baby. A vaginal delivery would be very unsafe. I have been performing Caesarean-section deliveries with great success. And I have used the findings from other clinical research to treat the mothers' skin afterward. No stretch marks and even the C-section scar fades to nothing in time."

	"Excellent!"

	"Now, there is the matter of making them better prepared for sexual intercourse," Dr. Haddad continued. "I have developed a pharmaceutical regimen that works twofold. It allows the tissues in their vaginas to stretch more easily without tearing, thereby allowing them to accommodate an adult penis without injury. Not only will they stretch widthwise, but their vaginas will elongate - that is, become deeper - when properly aroused, just as a fully mature vagina does."

	"I am nearly nine inches when I am erect," Abdul informed him with no small amount of pride. "They could take all of me?"

	Dr. Haddad shook his head.

	"I'm afraid that would be too much, Excellency. A ten year-old could take six, perhaps seven inches if under my treatment long enough, but no more than that until she is older."  He bowed his head. "I am sorry if this displeases you, but this is the limit of my abilities."

	Abdul shook his head and smiled.

	"Not at all, my friend, I think you have made miracles with your work!"

	Dr. Haddad bowed graciously and continued.

	"The second primary effect is that the hormone treatment will allow the child to become easily aroused and become a very willing participant in the sexual congress you desire. In fact, there are times where there will be a random hormonal surge that will put the poor child in heat - have her begging to be satisfied."

	"A lovely side effect, I'm sure," Abdul laughed.

	"Yes, but there are two other side effects you should be aware of - one of them beneficial and one of them not. We found that the drug treatment also makes the rectum more elastic and able to withstand adult sex much like the vagina. This was discovered after a rambunctious and overly excited young man of sixteen accidentally entered his nine year-old wife in the wrong opening. The poor child was obviously quite shock, but had come to no harm. It should be noted that the depth of the anal passage can accept more length and may be quite suitable to your...ah...extended needs." 

	"Thank you for noting that, Doctor. But I will not require that access if I am to impregnate my bride."

	"Of course, Excellency. The other side effect that you should be aware of is that, like the rest of the vagina, the hymen will also become more elastic. Not so much that it can simply be stretched aside - it will have to be broken to achieve full penetration. However, it will require a forceful entry. I'm afraid a gentle approach will not be practical. The other alternative would be to conduct a surgical removal of the membrane."

	"No," said Abdul, firmly. "If I am to turn a girl into a woman, it shall be done in a manly way." He softened his tone before continuing. "Your work has been most through, Doctor. I would be most pleased if you would stay in my employ to monitor by future little brides. Anything you want will be at your disposal - laboratories, a clinic at my residence, staff."

	"Most gracious, Excellency. And I humbly accept. In fact, I look forward to seeing my work bear its fruit, er, so to speak. One more thing. We should also hire a wet nurse. The younger girls will produce some milk, but their breasts will be too small to give enough to sustain the infant."

	"Of course, of course," Abdul said. "I would not want my little wives to have bloated bags on their chest from breastfeeding anyway. There will be plenty of servants to take care of my children. My wives will play with them as they wish, but I do not want them to be encumbered by the mundane tasks of child-raising. Now," he said, rising form his chair, please assemble your clinic at the new estate in California I just purchased. There will be plenty of room. I would like to have my first bride in six months."


PRESENT DAY

	Lee Bradley waited patiently as his employer read the file he had prepared. He was in his mid-thirties, well groomed and dressed in tailored suits. He had done plenty of dirty work for his government before deciding he could earn much more pay and appreciation for his efforts in the private sector. 

	He handled a lot of corporate security and espionage for his boss, and this side assignment he had been given was an interesting amusement. Some would have been aghast, but Lee knew of many supposedly righteous people who would do far worse while trying to justify it in the lamest of ways. He respected that his boss was open about what he wanted and the only reason being was that he simply wanted it.

	Abdul closed the folder and looked at his "fixer". 

	"Daisy. Such a lovely name and such a lovely little flower," Abdul mused. "According to the transcript of today's recordings, she is till a virgin, yes?"

	"That's correct, sir, although that time might be growing short based on how her father and uncle were talking."

	"Pigs. Both of them."

	"Agreed, sir. But before we proceed, you do understand that she has been forced to give oral sex for quite some time."

	Abdul waved in the air dismissively.

	"As long as her womb has not been soiled by another man's seed, this other thing does not bother me. After she is my wife, she will not be forced into anything. Please make the deal, Mr. Bradley."

	"So you see, gentlemen, my client looks for promising children for whom he wishes to provide the finest education so that they may go on to great success in the future. He has no children of his own, so this is a way of continuing his legacy."

	Ken and Eddie stared at Lee Bradley.

	"What's this feller's name agin?" Ken asked between swigs of beer.

	"As I said, he wished to remain anonymous" Lee informed Ken for the third time. Once you sign custody of Daisy over to the Foundation, any contact between you and her will only be initiated by her. Our students often find that the best way to move forward is to break away from their past."

	Ken completely ignored the last part of Lee's statement.

	"And we get all of the seventy-five thousand at once and in cash?" he asked.

	"That's correct."

	"You got that with you?" Eddie asked with a sly look on his face.

	Lee regarded Eddie as might look at something stuck to the sole of his show.

	"No. I'm not an idiot. When I make the call, two well-armed, well-trained gentlemen will be at the door in short order."

	"Well," Ken sighed before following with a belch. "Give me the papers."

	Lee handed him the contract which he signed without reading. Ken went into the next room to have Marlene sign. Lee sent a quick text message from his phone. After several minutes, he returned.

	"Had to wait 'til commercials," he explained jerking a thumb back to his wife's room.

	Lee looked at the two scribbles at the bottom of the last page and, apparently satisfied, placed the papers into a briefcase. As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Ken opened the front door and stepped back as two large men in dark suits entered. They looked at Lee, who nodded back. Without a word, they removed neat bundles of 100-dollar bills and placed them on the coffee table before walking back to the doorway to wait in the room.

	"Please tell your daughter, whom I believe has been hiding around the corner and listening to us, that she has thirty minutes to pack whatever belongings she would like to bring."

	Startled, Daisy appeared from the hallway.

	"I'm really leaving?" she asked with a mixture of confusion and hope. 

	"Yes," Lee told her with a warm smile. "Just bring any keepsakes or any favorite clothes you wish. The rest of your clothing will be provided."

	"Uh, how about if she leaves tomorrow?" Ken suggested.

	"Yeah, we'd like to throw her a special, going away party," Eddie sniggered.

	Lee caught the look of panic on Daisy's face. 

	"No. We are now leaving in..." he glanced at his watch. "Twenty-eight minutes."

	"Now just a-..." Ken started before one of the two men by the door cleared his throat.

	"I'll be right back," said Daisy as she ran to her bedroom. 

	Less than five minutes later, she returned with a tattered, mostly empty, backpack. 

	"I'm ready," she announced.

	Without looking at her father or uncle, she followed Lee out the front door to a waiting limousine. 

	The next three days were a whirlwind for the ten year-old girl. Following her first ever limo ride, she took her first flight - in a luxuriously appointed private jet. It was during the flight that she met her benefactor, Abdul, who was very warm and polite. Upon landing and being chauffeured to Abdul's estate, she was shown to her very own room which, she was assured, she would not have to share with anyone. 

	After a physical exam with Dr. Haddad, she was given a small batch several pills that she was told would help her nutrition. She would be given these pills twice a day with breakfast and dinner. Then she was taken shopping by one of Abdul's female assistants. The little girl was in awe at what she could get with apparently no limits on spending. Between the travel, shopping, and her accommodations, she felt like she was living in a fairy tale.

	She took her evening meals with Abdul, who was very friendly and wanted to know everything about her. Daisy was careful not to mention her treatment at the hands of her father and uncle, unaware that Abdul had full knowledge of that. 

	Abdul explained to her that next week she would begin taking classes with a private tutor. With individual instruction, she would only need about four hours a day in class as the teacher would not be distracted by unruly students or the need to follow state-required nonsensical curriculums. Eventually, she would be joined by a few other girls, but the class would remain quite small.

	After breakfast on the fourth day, Dr. Haddad met with Daisy to take a blood sample. She should have been ready for Abdul now and he new her blood chemistry would reveal how well she had responded to his drug regimen. Before he left, Daisy stopped him.

	"Um, Doctor?"

	"Yes?"

	"You know about, um, girls' private parts, right?"

	"Yes, my dear. Are you having any problems?"

	The girl hesitated and looked slightly embarrassed. 

	"Well, yesterday and now today, I've been getting these funny feelings in my...you know where."

	"I see. These feelings, are they painful?"

	"Oh no. They actually feel...nice. And then this morning when I woke up, I was wet down there. Not like I had peed. Just...wet."

	Dr, Haddad was quite pleased. Daisy's body had responded to his treatment better than he had hoped. He came up with an answer that would do until Abdul spoke with her later.

	"You should not be worried about this. It is just your body's way of adjusting to the better environment you are now in. Just relax, and enjoy yourself."

	Daisy's face brightened with relief.

	"Thank you, Doctor! Everything here is so wonderful."

	A half hour later, Dr. Haddad reported on his conversation to Abdul. 

	"Things are progressing a little more quickly than I expected, Excellency. Perhaps it is the latest improvements I have made to the drug treatment. Anyway, I believe that she is quite ready for you."

	Abdul's eyes glittered in anticipation. 

	"Thank you, Doctor."

	That evening, when Daisy got out of the tub, she dried herself off and donned a white, fluffy bathrobe. She went into her bedroom, but was surprised that the servants (there was something she was getting used to!) hadn't laid out a nightgown for her. Instead, there was a note from Abdul asking her to join him in the garden.

	Daisy tightened the belt on her robe and walked to the garden in her bare feet. She loved the area, with exotic plants scattered about, fruit trees lining the perimeter and a small artificial stream that bubbled from the house to somewhere beyond the trees. In the grass by the stream, a multitude of huge pillows had been scattered about. Hidden lights provided a low yellow glow.

	Abdul was sitting on a pillow and extended his hand in greeting. Daisy stepped onto some pillows and took his hand, allowing him to guide her to his side. Abdul put an arm around her shoulders and hugged her to his side.

	"So Daisy, my little flower, is everything here to your liking?"

	"Yes, Abdul. Everything is wonderful. And everybody has been so nice to me."

	"Good. These things should be expected now. Much better than with your father and your uncle, yes?"

	"Uh huh."

	Daisy lowered her head at the mention of her father and Eddie. She didn't want to keep any secrets from Abdul, especially since he had been so nice to her.

	"Abdul? I have something I should tell you, but you might not like it. I hope you won't be mad at me."

	"How could you do anything that would make me mad?"

	"Well, I... I had to do some things when I lived at my family's house that.... My Daddy and uncle made me do them. And it was going to get worse before Mr. Bradley came and took me away. I always saw them do this thing to my older sister in our room and I... I..."

	Abdul squeezed her shoulder and kissed her forehead.

	"Shhh. It's alright. I know all about that. There was nothing you could do, which is why I had to hurry and get you out of there."

	Daisy looked up at him with tears filling her eyes.

	"You knew? I was so ashamed..."

	"I knew you would tell me when you were ready, but things will be different with us. These things you saw and were made to do were done in a way that is ugly and violent. But done the right way, they can be very beautiful."

	"What do you mean?"

	"Tonight, Daisy, I will show you. I will make you my wife."

	The little girl was stunned.

	"Your wife? But I'm just a girl."

	"You are just perfect."

	Daisy could feel her heart thudding in her chest. She remembered Betsy screaming the first few times she was raped. And the blood that was on the sheets after the first time. And then her sister's sullen acceptance in later months when their father and uncle came to her bed.

	"But it's going to hurt, won't it?" she asked.

	"It will hurt a little bit when I enter you the first time. And there will even be some bleeding. But soon after, you will feel nothing but very good things. Ecstasy."

	Daisy sat rigidly, considering what he just said. He had admitted that there would be some pain, but it didn't sound like everything her sister had endured. And he even mentioned the bleeding. She guessed he was being honest and she hoped he was right.

	"What do I have to do?" she asked.

	Abdul had her stand up and he kneeled in front of her. With his greater height, he was still slightly taller than she was while on his knees. Gently, he pulled the knot loose on her belt and then put his hands on her shoulders to push the robe from her. He had admired the childish perfection of her smooth young body before removing his own robe. 

	Daisy had a few moments to look at his body. His chest was massive and covered with dark curly hair. She watched as his penis became fully erect, much larger than her father's or her uncle's, with the brown head slightly conical which made his organ look like a spear. 

	Abdul pressed his mouth to hers and was soon caressing her inside with his tongue. She remained compliant and even touched him back with her tongue. While kissing her, he rubbed her torso with his large hands. Breaking free of her mouth, he sought the little nipples or her flat chest and brought each one erect with his lips and his tongue. 

	He pulled her against him and kissed her mouth again. She could feel his hands fondling her buttocks and then realized the hard thing pressed against her belly, radiating heat was his cock. She felt those flutters in her sex again. 

	Abdul eased Daisy back onto the pillows and spread her legs. She looked up at him with a mixture trepidation and trust as he reached for the hairless mound between her thighs and began to massage it. Aided by the extra hormones, she quickly became wet and he knew he could not resist any longer. He brought his cock to her little slit and leaned over her.

	"Do not be afraid, my little flower. Soon you shall be a woman."

	Remembering Dr. Haddad's warning about her hymen, Abdul gave a hard thrust, driving two inches of his cock into the little girl and shredding her cherry. Daisy screamed as she felt herself tear and could not keep from crying after Abdul had stopped. 

	Abdul stroked Daisy's cheek, waiting as the pain subsided.

	Daisy looked up at him and sobbed "I'm sorry, I can't do this. Please stop."

	"Do not worry, the pain is now over. You shall only know pleasure."

	He slowly pressed downward; inching is cock into her virgin channel. Daisy felt the pressure inside and could feel her pussy stretching, but Abdul was right - there was no pain. When he felt himself reach the bottom of the child's pussy, Abdul stopped and looked down. She had taken a full six inches of his cock in her little body. Incredible!

	Abdul pulled nearly all the way out and proceeded to fuck her in long slow strokes, savoring the warm wet tightness that clutched at his cock. For Daisy, the stretching sensation soon gave way to hormone-enhanced pleasure. On Abdul's fourth thrust inward, she felt a huge shock jolt her pussy and it seemed like everything down there had turned to liquid.

	"Oh my God! What happened?" she gasped.

	"You came."

	"I though only men could do that. My daddy and uncle always did, me Betsy never-"

	"Those days are behind you. Enjoy the here and now."

	Abdul resumed his thrusting. He began to get a better feel for Daisy's reactions and was able to prolong her sensations much longer before her next orgasm. Abdul didn't last much longer after that and sent huge jets of semen into Daisy's body, flooding her young womb with his eager sperm.

	When he withdrew, he took a soft cloth to clean Daisy's pussy before wiping his cock. Daisy's eyes widened when she saw the red stains.

	"Oh! I did bleed!"

	"Yes, but you won't have this again when we make love. I think you enjoyed it, yes?"

	"Yes, It was nothing like I saw with- Well, like you said, those days are over."

	Abdul reached into a small box and withdrew a small gold chain which he draped around Daisy's neck with the ends hanging in the front. He then took a small golden, heart-shaped lock and latched it around the loose ends of the chain to complete the necklace. The lock was positioned so that the key hole was against Daisy's skin and the blank side faced outward. The necklace was too small to be removed without undoing the lock, but only he had the key.  

	"And with this symbol," Abdul told her. "You are now my wife."

	They stayed in the garden that night and made love three more times. It took longer for Abdul to cum each time and he enjoyed his extra minutes of pleasure inside Daisy's preteen snatch. The last time, he had Daisy ride him form above so they could both watch as her bald cunt lips stretched and flexed around his massive cock as it pumped in and out of her. Daisy could not get over how much of him was inside of her.

	Abdul had learned her body's rhythms quite well and would adjust the speed and force of his strokes to control when she came. During their last session, he had the timing perfect and Daisy came in huge waves as he filled her spasming little cunt. 

	When they rested after the last time, Abdul rubbed Daisy's small belly. 

	"Soon, you shall have our child growing in there."

	"I think I'm too young for that."

	"You will learn, my little flower, that many things are possible."

	Daisy grinned and snuggled against him as they fell asleep on the pillows.

	The following day, Abdul took Daisy to an amusement park. Daisy was wearing a light green dress with white sock and shoes. And of course, her necklace gleamed around her neck.

	The only thing that puzzled Daisy when her clothes had been laid out for her was the panties. The material seemed a little thick, but had a satin outer and inner lining which felt wickedly delightful against her smooth ass and pussy.   Abdul and Daisy climbed into a gondola on the sky ride that slowly took them across the park. While it was big enough to hold ten people, Abdul had used a generous tip to make sure that only he and Daisy were in their car. 

	Daisy knelt on one of the benches so she could look out the window at the sights below them. As she described the details with delight, Abdul stepped behind her and lifted her skirt from behind. Daisy wasn't aware of what he was doing until he started to slide her panties down her thighs. 

	"Abdul! We can't do that here!" she exclaimed as he began to manipulate her hairless little twat.

	"And why not? Who will see us?"

	"Nobody, but still..."

	"Ah, your mouth says no, but your little cunt is giving my hand some wet kisses now."

	Daisy giggled and then gasped as she felt his cock press against her tiny entrance. Abdul eased his way in, delighted in how her pussy, which had returned to its smaller size since last night, opened and flexed around him. She was slippery and tight and embraced his cock in a hot embrace. As the gondola glided overhead, it developed a slight side-to-side sway as its occupants got into a fierce rhythm.

	Daisy mewled and thrust her ass back toward Abdul has he pumped into her ten year-old twat. A week ago, she was in a dingy house, dreading the thought of forced sex with her father and uncle. And now she was dressed in expensive clothes, living in luxury, and willingly taking the cock of a multi-billionaire inside her. 

	She clawed at the top of the bench as she climaxed, then felt the burst of hot seed blasting from Abdul's cock, filling her taut pussy and pouring into her uterus where more hormones were at work. After Abdul pulled out of her grasping cunt, they wiped themselves off with a pair of handkerchiefs that they stuffed behind the bench. 

	When they arrived at their stop, they had already adjusted their clothes and departed the car with all of the appearance of innocence. They hadn't walked but a few steps before Daisy felt Abdul's sperm draining from her pussy. Although the hem of her dress stopped just above her knees, she felt awkward being this way in public, as if her wet little pussy was exposed for everyone to see. 

	"I'm leaking," she whispered to Abdul.

	"Don't worry, your panties were made to absorb it," he assured her.

	Daisy took his hand as they walked through the park and wondered what other surprises were in store for her.


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