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story_codes: M/g(10) Man/young girl, first, non-cons, cons

story_intro: Now fully revived, Nick adjusts to life in the twenty-first century. Still, he would like to have a house slave or two like in his earlier life. There are several likely candidates and he finally settles on a youngster whose mother and stepfather pimp her to provide oral sex at a truck stop. Marcy, the reluctant preteen prostitute, has no idea how different her life is about to become when she steps into the really nice-looking red car.


story_language: English





The Guardian, part 3

Written by madvlad


Note: If you've read some of the "Getting Directions" series, yes, this is the same Sandra and Chyna from those stories.

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	Unearthing the orbs had created all kinds of disturbances in the ether-world. This amazing thing in the current age, called the internet, that could find virtually any piece of information could not detect it. But Nick's preternatural senses registered these and he soon found himself on a plane (in first class, of course) to New York City.

	Thanks to his unwilling benefactor, whose mummified remains were currently on display elsewhere, Nick had no trouble in acquiring money and identification so he could live a life somewhat akin to his royal existence. What he was mainly missing was a suitable slave, or perhaps several of them. While he had a maid visit regularly to keep his penthouse apartment in good order, he really wished he had some live-in help for the daily things - not to mention serving him in bed.

	There had been those girls on the other side of the river from the city where he now called home. Nick had found quite an assortment of them sitting on a hill outside of a lower class neighborhood called a trailer park. It was there that they displayed their young wares to people who pretended to be lost and required directions. It was an amusing charade and Nick found a saucy young blonde girl of ten named Sandra.

	When Sandra asked if he wanted a second girl, Nick thought that was quite suitable and they were joined by a pleasingly plump friend of Sandra's named Chyna who was about a year younger. Eschewing the rather seedy motel that Sandra suggested, Nick took them back to his place where a private elevator from the parking garage to his apartment maintained their privacy.

	Once inside, the girls were quite impressed with his luxurious accommodations. They were soon even more impressed when Nick, with the aid of a spell, managed to bury his entire prick into their sultry little pleasure holes. First it was Sandra who was riding his meat, gasping and undulating as her slim body took the man's massive tool though the stretched mound of her bald pussy.

	Nick enjoyed exploring her all over, especially the tiny areas of white skin amidst her golden tan. After making Sandra's pink nipples erect within the small triangles of paleness on her chest, he gripped and kneaded the preteen's milky little rump while he pounded her up and down on his dick. Sandra had two orgasms before the third came to life as he pounded her body with his semen.

	While her friend was lying in a daze, Chyna squealed lustfully as Nick's cock drilled deeply between her plush buttocks. While gripping her round little torso, Nick hammered the nine year-old's ass, making her jiggle all over and cum as well before he washed her snug little rectum with his thick jism.

	Alternating between the pair, Nick satisfied himself five times with each girl, using each of their holes once or twice before depositing them back on the hill. The dazed pair waddled their way up the slope, each lewdly throbbing all over and a few hundred dollars richer. Although he looked forward to future visits, Nick wanted a permanent girl or two...or more.

	He had heard of some opportunities to acquire such a girl but had to put those on hold when he sensed a potential rising from the dead. So he was in in the American Museum of Natural History, wearing a costume while standing guard in an Egyptian display. The wax figure he replaced was currently stuffed in one of so many storage rooms in the warren of the museum's basement levels.

	Amrop had been a greedy and degenerate priest of some cult who, when finally brought to justice, had been burned alive. As a lesson to those who might follow him, Amrop's ashes had been poured into a vat of liquid gold that was then laid out to cool as a tablet with inscriptions warning of the dangers of false holy men.

	Said tablet, Amrop's eternal resting place, was on display in the museum. But with the emergence of the orbs, Nick had sensed a disturbance and feared the priest, who had been dead more than two hundred years before he had born, might somehow be trying to emerge from his prison of precious metal.

	Now Nick stood in plain view as he maintained his vigil, sensing that Amrop's resurrection was getting close. Wearing the costume the dummy had been wearing, Nick added a dagger that had been blessed during a rare alignment of the moon and three other planets. Feeling the presence of a powerful weapon in the bowels of the museum, he had found it in the archives office where one of the librarians used it to spread some kind of paste.

	Nick was not sure what to make of the mysterious substance on the blade. After sniffing it, he was intrigued. And with the first taste, he experienced nirvana. Finding the jar that contained the stuff, he emptied the contents with his fingers and into his mouth before making careful note of what this wonderful substance was.

	Peanut Butter.

	Only Ra and Isis could have bestowed such a gift on the undeserving world! Nick said a prayer of thanks before leaving to take his place in the Egyptian room. With unnatural discipline and ability, he remained as still as a statue with not even the hint of breathing through both day and night for nearly a week as he waited for Amrop to make his move.

	By day, his photo was taken by people who often posed with him. Many of them felt the need for "selfies" which mystified Nick. Since his awakening, he had found remarkably high quality mirrors were plentiful and ridiculously inexpensive so that even commoners could purchase them in quantity. But apparently, there were still many people out there who didn't have mirrors and needed photos of themselves to see what they looked like.

	Then there were the interactions. One young couple was regarding him when the man, who had already commented on how various things at this fine, world-class institution had failed to meet his lofty standards, turned his contempt to one thing. Regarding the perfectly still Nick, his remarks remained acidic.

	"Garish and cheap," he snidely - and loudly - observed. "They must have combed the trash bins in back of Madame Tussauds and found something that the alley cats had just pissed on."

	"Mike," hissed his scandalized companion.

	A few people glanced at Nick in response but found nothing worthy of further analysis.

	"Looks real enough to me" were some of the comments.

	No one noticed when Nick murmured a spell designed to make hair grow rapidly - useful for sudden disguises. But he altered it somewhat and less than an hour later Mike was hurriedly leaving as his pubic hair had begun growing at a rate of one cubit (about 18 inches) per hour. But his condition would pass in forty days.

	Then there were the two young ladies who wondered if Egyptian men wore anything under their shendyts (the wrap-around skirts). One of the women knelt down as if to tie her shoe. Peeking upward, she gasped and then got to her feet.

	"Come on, Ellen," she whispered to her friend as she took her arm. "Let's get some lunch - hot dogs. I've got a sudden craving for a foot-long."

	Nick was pleased that he measured up to modern standards.

	A day later, Nick found himself under the close scrutiny of a very little girl whom he guessed to be about two. From beneath her light brown bangs, she solemnly observed him with wide hazel eyes as she stood nearly as motionless as he was. When it dawned on Nick that, with the powers that only the very, very young had, she understood that he was indeed real, he gave her a wink and a quick grin.

	The little girl responded with a wide smile that showed off her tiny, square baby teeth. Then she continued to stare at him, apparently waiting for something else. Recalling how he played with his own little sisters when they were her age, Nick flashed her some funny faces when no one else was watching. The tot giggled delightedly with each one before a woman who was obviously her mother knelt beside her.

	"Is this a new friend?' the woman asked the toddler.

	"He makes silly faces!"

	The woman regarded the man she thought was a stern-looking statue and attributed her daughter's enjoyment to a very active imagination.

	"Well, he certainly looks like he makes little girls laugh all the time. Now, come on, Sweetie. Let's see if we can find your daddy and Trevor in the dinosaur wing before your brother tries to take one home with us."

	"Trebber wants a T Rex," the girl informed her mother.

	"That's what I'm afraid of."

	The woman scooped up the girl and cradled her with one arm against her hip. As she walked off, the girl looked over her mother's shoulder and waved.

	"Bye, bye, Silly Man," she called to her new friend.

	Fighting the urge to wave back, Nick gave her another wink which wouldn't attract attention. But his warm inner glow from that bit of play was interrupted by a dark stirring close by. Amrop's time was almost at hand.

	Dr. Jane Branski closed her laptop and slipped it into her bag. It was late and she needed to get home before Mrs. Mendez in the apartment next door went to sleep which she did after the Tonight Show. Jane didn't want to wake the woman up to retrieve her sleeping daughter. As always, she felt guilty about working late and made her nightly resolution to be home by dinner the following night. The next time she did that would be the first in three months.

	With her grandchildren all living in Florida and California, Mrs. Mendez doted on three year-old Charlotte like she was one of her own granddaughters. But Jane still wanted to spend more time with her little girl and felt terrible about the late hours. But she also knew that a position at this museum for any ornithologist, let alone one with just a few years of post-graduation experience, was a rare thing. She hoped it would translate into a better life for her and her daughter.

	"Good Evening, Doc. Calling it a night?"

	Jane nodded to the security guard whom she judged to be anywhere from sixty to a hundred.

	"Yes, Murray. I'm sure the specimens will still be waiting when I return tomorrow."

	"Yes, ma'am."

	If the old man had any opinions against young single women balancing careers and motherhood, he kept them to himself. At least he called her "Doc" - no different than how he addressed even the senior department heads here. It sure as hell beat the moniker of "Bird Woman" which Jane had suffered through several times because of her choice of study and her petite build.

	Murray walked with her toward the front of the museum where she would exit through a small door to the side of the main entrance. From there, she knew he would watch until she was safely inside a cab. Perhaps he was a bit old fashioned, but she didn't mind.

	"My grandkids are coming next week," the guard mentioned. "I've asked to see if I can have them in here one evening after hours. You know, "Night at the Museum" stuff."

	"Hmm...I'll bet they've seen the movies a bunch since you work here doing the Ben Stiller thing," Jane replied.

	"Yeah, but not as many time as I have," Murray laughed before stopping suddenly. "Hey, did you hear that?"

	Jane thought she had - something like loud whispers on the wind that echoed from down on the left from the Egyptian area. Murray took his large Mag-light from his belt and hefted it like a police baton.

	"I'm going to check it out," he said. "You can stay here."

	But Jane would do no such thing. She wasn't frightened - merely curious. Struggling not to trot as she kept pace with Murray's longer strides, she stayed at his side as they went down the hall, turned the corner...and went utterly still.

	In the heavy, alarmed case where a large gold tablet of some kind was displayed, a dark whirling cloud was buffeting the glass. Jane could hear those vague whispers again, forming words that she did not recognize but nonetheless sent prickles of ice down her spine.

	Then the cloud seemed to ooze through the thick glass before coalescing into a vague human shape. Within the featureless face the mass, two eyes formed, burning an unholy orange as they bored in on Jane. It was tasting - that was Jane's impression - her thoughts to find what she held most precious and found the deep affection for the little one waiting for her mother. She felt herself melting and like she was about to fall horizontally into the pulsating figure before Murray stepped protectively in front of her.

	The brief loss of eye contact with the thing broke the effect on Jane be she could hear it starting to approach. She poked her head out from behind Murray, wondering what an old man with a flashlight could do against this...whatever it was.

	The answer never came as something equally bizarre occurred. One of the Egyptian statues moved. Not haltingly like a zombie but with swift, deliberate action. The man produced a dagger that began to glow a peculiar blue. The black figure must have sensed it as it began to turn. But the statue man plunged the dagger in what would have been the blackness' chest.

	A mouth suddenly formed on the cloudy face, opening in a shriek of pain and outrage. As the living statue spoke in a long-dead language, the black figure writhed and its eyes began to dull. A hand, made of the swirling darkness, tried to clutch at the statue's throat but the statue kept reciting his words. With a mournful wail, the black mass dissipated with a few tendrils returning through the glass where they disappeared into the gold.

	"Holy shit," Murray breathed.

	Jane had no counterargument for that. She wondered what the statue man would do with them but he simply started toward the door to a service access corridor that led from the room. The door was kept locked but Jane could hear the mechanisms inside moving about as soon as the man touched the knob. Then he opened it with ease. As she was stepping through the doorway, Murray called out.

	"Hey! If you see Teddy Roosevelt, tell him I said hello."

	The man in Egyptian guard stopped and gave them a wave before disappearing into the corridor and closing the door behind him.

	Nick reviewed what had just transpired. Amrop was not defeated. No, but he had been checked back into place for a while. This would be something that Nick would have to research before confronting him again to permanently end the threat. But for now, he would return the wax figure to take his place among the displays and head for home. The dagger he would keep; its mystical properties would no doubt be needed.

	He also wondered who the hell Teddy Roosevelt was.

	Back in the city where he now resided, Nick followed the GPS in his Maserati to the coordinates he had found. The supermarket dwarfed the bazaars he had known back in his father's kingdom so long ago but it did not take him long to find what he sought.

	Oh my. Creamy or crunchy?

	A decisive man, he chose both. And an inquiry to one of the hired servants in this supermarket informed him that there was much more in the back. Apparently, this product had a nearly endless supply. But he did not wish to take chances and instructed the storekeeper's assistant to bring forth the entire stock.

	As he drove back to his apartment, Nick considered retrieving those two little wenches from the trailer park. But there was no room left in his convertible for them as it was filled with cases of peanut butter.

	Two days later, Nick was on the prowl for a slave. While Sandra or Chyna or the others at the trailer park might be suitable, something told him there might be complications when he bartered with their families as they might be knowledgeable about what the girls often did with paying customers.

	Having mastered the internet and all of its secret places, Nick discovered a place less than a day's drive away. Something called a truck stop.

	Sue usually charged fifty bucks for her daughter to give a blow job, but by the looks of this guy's fancy red car, she went with a hundred. And damn if the guy didn't peel off a Benjamin like it was nothing. Jerry, Sue's boyfriend, scratched his scraggly beard and eyed the man greedily.

	"Marcy! You got a customer!" Sue called before turning to Nick. "You keep your car parked right there where we can see you, mister. And remember - only her mouth"

	"Agreed," Nick said amiably as Marcy appeared.

	She was a thin girl with long brown hair she wore straight down her back. Through the grime, her sneakers were pink. On her chest was a thin tube top of shiny pink that did nothing but emphasize the complete flatness of her chest. Her belly was equally lean, running straight down to the pink satin shorts that hugged the tight curves of her luscious behind. The crotch was pulled snugly against the small mound with the material creeping into her cleft to show the outline of her young sex.

	Although Nick gave her a polite smile, she gave no response as she walked with him back to his car.

	"How old are you?" he asked.

	"Ni- Uh, ten," she replied bitterly. "Today's my tenth birthday but it's like any other day. I gotta work to support my mom and Jerry. And he gets his blow jobs from me for free. Says he has to check my technique and...oh! That's a nice car."

	Nick opened the door and let Marcy climb in and crawl over to the passenger seat. After he got in and closed the door, he unzipped his pants and produced a sizable erection that gave the girl, who had been sucking dicks for money since she was six, a moment of trepidation.

	"I can't do deep throat stuff so I'll only suck what I can get in my mouth," she flatly informed him.

	Smiling mysteriously, Nick nodded in apparent compliance.

	Marcy leaned over, opened her mouth, and got to work. Nick sighed as the youngster wrapped her lips around his prick, pulling on it as she moved her head up and down on his member. With every movement, she used her tongue on him to either swab his head or caress his shaft. Nick was impressed - this one was even better at the oral arts than that Ethiopian girl he had owned back in his old life. But he could make her perform even better.

	This guy wasn't so bad, in Marcy's opinion. Along with the cool car, he hadn't said anything crude to her like many others did. Even though she was whore (at age ten, she had grown up hard already and with few illusions in life), it didn't mean they had to be so nasty to her. And his penis was clean at the start - another rare bonus.

	She heard him say something but she didn't understand the words. Then something rolled over her and through her like a wave. It wasn't unpleasant and only left her feeling slightly light-headed. His fingers wrapped themselves in her hair and suddenly she was being pushed down farther onto his member.

	Marcy felt a brief flash of panic as he entered her throat. But her esophagus expanded to take him and she felt him going all the way in until her nose was mashed into his pubic hair. The girl whimpered for a moment as she was stuck with her airway blocked. But the presence of him inside her like that made her feel...needy in some strange way.

	Nick controlled the girl's head, whipping her up and down on his hardness as it scraped along inside her throat. Craving his meat, Marcy clamped as hard as she could with her lips but her spittle still flew as slurped her way up and down, up and down. She lashed at him with her small tongue, greedily enjoying his taste. In the dim recesses of her mind, she understood that she was no longer breathing but it did not affect her.

	With his hand now only lightly holding her head, Nick let the preteen whore gobble his cock to satisfy her newfound desire. He reached beneath her, feeling the warmth and firmness of her belly before sliding over the satin of her skin-tight shorts. Marcy's childish mons was pliant inside of the sluttish garment and compressed as he squeezed it.

	Moaning against the hard meat crammed in her throat, Marcy pressed her vulva against his hand. Men were allowed to cop a brief feel through her clothing but Jerry and her mother didn't allow anything else. Nor did Marcy ever enjoy it. But her mother and her mother's boyfriend weren't in the car and Marcy, for the first time in her young life of forced prostitution, was enjoying this molestation as well as the prick boring through her mouth and throat.

	Amused by the girl's instinctive humping against his hand, Nick admired her trim little ass as it moved. Mostly, encased in its shiny pink wrapping, her buns were quite inviting and he looked forward to playing with those. Yes, this girl would do.

	Waiting until only his head was in her mouth, Nick erupted and sent his first shot sliding over the little girl's tongue so she could taste his seed. Now with his slime providing extra lubrication inside Marcy's already wet oral hole, he slammed his prick into her. She never had a chance to swallow and only grunted as she felt the heat of his jism shooting into her tummy while she worked her feverish, ten year-old cunt against his gripping hand.

	Now finished, Nick pulled her head from his member and let her fall into the passenger seat. She gasped loudly as she suddenly took in a lung full of air. His hand was no longer on her crotch and she rubbed herself there in a vain attempt to return those wonderful feelings he had been producing.

	"I'll be right back," he said to the stunned, gaping girl.

	"I'll bet he wants Marcy's cherry," Sue noted with more than just a touch of greed.

	"He's gotta be a rich fucker with a set of wheels like that," Jerry observed. "I'll ask high."

	Sue nodded. She was willing to let her daughter's virginity go for the right price. After Marcy was broken in a few times and knew how to really fuck, there were people she knew of who would pay to have her prepubescent daughter performing all kinds of acts on video.

	Sure enough, the customer did not surprise them with his request.

	"How much for the girl?" Nick asked, referring to permanent ownership of Marcy.

	Jerry scratched at his cheek for a few seconds as if giving this some careful thought.

	"A hundred grand," he finally said, prepared to haggle before the little girl got her cherry popped.

	The man didn't even flinch. Instead, he pulled several fifty-count bundles of hundred dollar bills from his jacket pocket, selected two, and returned the others. Handing them to a stunned Jerry, he nodded and turned to walk back to his car.

	"Just like that," Jerry mused in awe.

	"Did you see he had more?" Sue asked. "Shit, you should have asked higher. My Uncle Ralph only gave me a lollipop when he busted me open when I was eight."

	"I'll get more," Jerry vowed as he flicked open a knife and started to pursue the man.

	As he neared the car, Nick heard the footsteps behind him and the breathing of the man. There was an odor of nervousness and anticipation in the man's sweat and Nick read his intent. Still, he let him make the first move as he was grabbed by the shoulder. Although Nick could have kept walking, he allowed himself to be spun around and then stared in amusement at the knife pointed at his stomach.

	"I already paid the agreed price," Nick calmly stated.

	"Everybody's got to renegotiate and that means you too," Jerry said, proud that he remembered the line from that movie about football called...uh, he forgot. And it starred that guy from "The Godfather" - what's-his-name. Not DeNiro... Anyway, he still remembered the line and that had to count for something.

	Nick opened the renegotiation by grabbing Jerry's wrist and crushing the bones so that the knife clattered to the blacktop. It took a moment for the pain to register but by that time Nick swung his arm in a full 360-degree rotation that put stresses on the shoulder that were never intended to happen. After the second full circle, Nick let go and Jerry began screaming.

	With perfect calm, Nick got into his car and fastened his seatbelt while telling Marcy to do the same. The girl's eyes were huge after what she had just witnessed and it took her a little longer to buckle up. Once she was, Nick put the car in gear and drove off with his new acquisition.

	Sue had not seen what happened as she had been lighting a cigarette. With twilight settling in, she could hear Jerry better than she could see him but as he got closer to the overhead lights near the truck stop restaurant, she got a better view. He was squalling and bleeding and cradling his right arm in his left one. It took Sue a few seconds to realize that Jerry's right arm was no longer attached to the shoulder.

	Having just had her first glimmer of sexual arousal and seen one of her tormenters get disarmed - literally - Marcy was at a loss to do anything but sit in a stupor. Where was this man taking her and when would she be returned? Finally, she got up the nerve to ask Nick.

	"How long am I going to be with you?"

	"Permanently," Nick replied nonchalantly. "I purchased you. Unfortunately, your father tried to cheat me and I had to take action."

	"Jerry's not my father," Marcy said, correcting him before the other thing he said sank in."What you mean - you 'bought' me? For good?"

	"Yes," Nick confirmed. "I require a slave and you should do nicely."

	"But there aint no slaves anymore," Marcy sputtered. "Abraham Lincoln fixed all that."

	"This Mr. Lincoln did not consult with me," Nick replied dismissively. "But do not worry. I do not require you for field labor - only household duties. I do understand that society has some reluctance toward slavery - at least outwardly so although my research has shown there to be plenty of it about. So in public, you shall be known as my niece. I am your uncle. Uncle Nick."

	Marcy's head was spinning. She was a slave and had to call him Uncle Nick when they were in front of other people?

	"We will be arriving at a restaurant where I had my luncheon today," Nick informed her. "I am famished and you should eat as well."

	"Um, mister..."

	"Uncle Nick."

	"Yeah, Uncle Nick. If I go into a place looking like this, people will know I'm a whore and we'll get arrested."

	Nick glanced at Marcy, taking in her skimpy attire. At the same exit as the restaurant was an incredible place he had investigated before where many of the people in search of goods to purchase dressed in the most curious ways.

	"I shall purchase some clothing at a wondrous bazaar before we dine. It is called the Market of Wall."

	"Huh?"

	"That's how I remember it but I still have problems with this English language."

	Marcy had though he carried some faint accent but his speech was certainly better than anyone else she knew.

	"What kind of place is this?"

	"Many of the servants there wear blue sleeveless tunics. There are signs all over that are adorned with their god of commerce. He has a round yellow head and appears joyous."

	Marcy gave him an odd look.

	"I think you mean Walmart."

	"Ah yes, that is the place. There are also copious amounts of peanut butter there. It is truly remarkable."

	"Yeah. Uh, if you get me a t-shirt and shorts I could wear over this stuff, that's good. It's what I wear when we go to the truck stop and I just take that stuff off before I have to work."

	Upon reaching the exit, Marcy remained in the car while Nick went into the store. Noticing a police cruiser, she gave thought to bolting from the car so the cop could rescue her.

	And then what? Go back to the truck stop and give blowjobs? She'd probably have to do a lot more so Jerry could get his arm put back on if they could even do something like that. Defeated by her thoughts, she slumped down in her seat. Hell, they'd probably arrest her for being a whore. There wasn't much difference between being a slave and being behind bars, she guessed.

	Jerry would probably come visit her in jail and make her suck him. This other guy, Nick, would probably have her suck him off again but she didn't mind the way that had gone. No, she wouldn't mind that at all. Then she squeezed her legs together as her cunny twitched at the memory. What was it with this guy, Nick?

	Nick returned to the car with four bulging bags and one smaller one.

	"Are all those for me?" she asked.

	"No, these are your clothes," he replied, handing her the small bag. "The rest is peanut butter. We can never have too much."

	Marcy shrugged and slipped the ordinary t-shirt and shorts over her preteen prostitute wear. After a short drive, they were at the restaurant. To her pleasant surprise, Nick told her she could have whatever she wanted on the menu, plus dessert.

	As he expended energy in paranormal ways, Nick had a huge appetite. While Marcy contented herself with spaghetti, he had a huge Porterhouse steak with standard side dishes. The waitress, remembering his order from earlier in the day, also brought him two peanut butter and jelly sandwiches - heavy on the peanut butter.

	While Nick polished everything off and ordered two desserts, Marcy couldn't finish her spaghetti (which tasted so much better than the stuff poured from a can) but did manage to find room for dessert. Although still concerned about this whole slave thing, she couldn't remember ever eating so well. It made her sleepy and she drifted off in the passenger seat of the Maserati as Nick drove her toward her new life.

	It was noon when Marcy first saw the inside of Nick's penthouse. The only time she had seen anything like it was on TV or in magazine pictures. For someone who had driven all night, Nick seemed quite awake as she showed her about the place until they ended up in the bedroom.

	"Remove your outer clothing and your shoes" he said. "I shall have you now."

	Marcy didn't know what he meant by having her. Having her do what? Probably another blowjob. Well, the last one was fun. She slipped off her t-shirt and shorts and kicked off her sneakers. The first hint of his intent was when he slid her tube top up her chest. Since she had no attributes to hold it in place, it came up easily enough to expose her undeveloped nipples.

	Reluctantly, she raised her arms so he could take the thing completely off. When he took hold of her pink shorts, she swallowed hard as they were pulled down her legs until she had to step out of them. She had never been naked with a man before except when Jerry took pictures of her.

	Nick paused to admire the nude, slim figure of his young slave girl. As she had spent most of her walking hours out at night servicing other men, she was fair-skinned all over. He had enjoyed removing her last clothing, reminding him of how he had removed the simple linen shifts from new slaves from centuries ago before he took their chastity and sealed them to him as their master.

	Quickly, he undressed and noticed that Marcy was trembling. Despite her skilled mouth work, this one was a virgin, too. He could tell by how her eyes were measuring his huge erection.

	"A-are you going to put that in me?" she asked in a suddenly squeaky voice.

	"Yes," he replied as he pulled a silken cord from the dresser.

	The former owner of this place, Reese, had enjoyed a most creative sex life and Nick had been impressed with the paraphernalia that was now his. While Nick tied her wrists together, Marcy began to weep.

	"Please don't - it will hurt," she begged.

	"Yes," Nick agreed. "But you must know pain to appreciate your pleasure."

	That did not ease Marcy's fears as she cried while Nick placed her on the bed. There were several hooks and eyebolts fastened to the headboard and Nick threaded another cord through one of the bolts before tying the ends to Marcie's bound wrists. This would allow him to turn her over while keeping her hands secured.

	In reality, he could easily overpower her without her being tied, but experience had taught him that bondage helped to make slaves learn their place. Pulling her legs apart as he knelt between them, he prepared to mount her. There would be no spell when he initially deflowered her - she would have to bear his entry unaided.

	With her arms stretched over her head and the cord between her wrists and the headboard taut, Marcy writhed as she helplessly tried to prevent her violation. Enjoying the naked little girl's struggles, Nick easily wedged the bulbous glans of his prick between her bald cunny lips and made them flare apart as he settled against her entrance.

	Huffing in panic, Marcy could feel the delicate edges of her inner lips expanding. Nick paused as he felt the slight kiss of the girl's membrane against the tip of his head. Then he jerked his hips forward, sundering the ten year-old's maidenhead in a burst of blood. Wailing, Marcy tried to force the man out of her injured snatch but through the sharp pain of her defloration, she felt the thickness of him steadily invading her unready sex.

	Taking his time to keep from damaging his slave, Nick felt the preteen's twat reluctantly opening to accept the master's invading prick and to transform the little girl into a woman years before she was meant to be. The snug confines of the child's virgin pussy slipped around his cock like a hot layer of wet skin. He had barely managed to get a third of his member into the sobbing girl before he reached her cervix.

	He pulled out until just his head remained lodged inside. Marcy made odd choking noises as she saw her virginal blood dripping from the hard thing that had just been forced into her underage cunny. More of it dribbled over her bulging, hairless mons, painting the pure white skin obscenely.

	Nick spoke in more words Marcy didn't understand. Something rolled through her and she remembered the peace that had come over her the last time he did that - just before her desire grabbed hold of her being.

	Then Nick drove in, feeling the helplessly bound slave girl's prepubescent pussy stretching through the effect of his spell and the mass of his engorged member ravaging her body. Marcy groaned at the intimate friction of the man's immense hardness driving into her tender interior, reshaping it for the sole purpose of copulation. She shivered despite the erotic flames that burst inside her loins.

	Her slender body shuddered, suddenly drenched with sweat. Amidst the glistening flat plane of her chest, her tiny pink nipples jutted as much as they could as her body reacted to this luscious torment.

	Mumbling incoherently, she looked down and saw a straight, bulging line arise in her belly, marking the path of the man's prick as it burrowed deeply into her impossibly stretching young cunt. Nick grinned, his eyes boring into hers as they both understand he had completely taken her.

	The rutting became fast and relentless. Marcy screamed as her first orgasm struck her but Nick never slowed the pace of his cock as he battered her childish body with his heavy thrusts. Driving his meat into the drooling vice of the ten year-old's twat, he snarled as heavy wads of his seed shot into her baby chamber. Marcy squirmed at the sensation of her first insemination.

	Unlike the other men she had, Nick never went soft or had to stop. Her own lust had become blinding and she was unable to fight her body's growing need to be ravaged. Where an hour ago she had been concerned about the impending violation of her virgin cunny, that place was now a slippery pleasure socket for both her and her master. She wanted to hump her hips back at him but he held her slender body too tightly in his large hands for her to move. She was reduced to grunting and groaning between the peaks of her orgasms and felt her tummy tightening as it swelled from the repeated inseminations.

	It was sometime after dark and the lights in the bedroom were on. Marcy was on her knees and bound wrists, being taken like an animal as her fuck-slicked pussy squelched and squirted semen as the man drilled it again. Another load was punched into her aching uterus, making it swell from the load already in there. The seal between her master's cock and her immature snatch allowed for little release of his previous loads.

	But now he pulled out and she felt the lewd streams of jism escaping her bald cunt and coating her inner thighs. Her abused passage immediately began to shrink back to its normal, childish dimensions and she felt incomplete without the movement of a man's penis inside of her.

	Having used the girl facing up and down, Nick saw that she was well lubricated in the crack of her ass as he pulled her taut little buttocks apart. When he planted his head against the tiny pucker there, Marcy protested weakly.

	"You're going in my butt!"

	Nick paused, holding his little slave firmly by the waist.

	"It is mine to have whenever I wish."

	Marcy had been surprised at the attempt but now understood her place.

	"Yes, Master," she said as she lowered her head.

	Nodding his approval, Nick drove his prick through the girl's untried anus, making her squawk as the little ring was forcibly enlarged. Sopping with hours inside the girl's cunt, his cock penetrated her rectum, sliding along the sensitive tissues and removing the last trace of virginity from the ten year-old's body.

	Despite Marcy's acquiescence, the intrusion was unwelcome as her bottom was rudely plumbed. But then her cunny clenched and she felt a rush of her own juices joining in the flood of semen still oozing from her hairless slit. Surrendering to the pleasure, Marcy knew that even this buggery would make her cum.

	With the anal coupling in full gear, Nick's balls slapped the preteen's bald, gooey twat mound with every thrust. The ten year-old's rump cheeks jiggled as much as their compactness would allow. It was cute to watch and added to the velvety pleasure of her tight little ass as he roughly sodomized her. The strength left Marcy's arms and she fell to her elbows, presenting her ass for a more vicious pounding that sent her into another climax before Nick's balls released a steaming load of semen into the child's aching bowels.

	As her rectal passage was creamed, Marcy knew that he would not stop at one. And as the pounding in her abused ass continued, she was proven right.

	Morning.

	Marcy blinked at the golden shafts of light that probed her nakedness. Had she fainted at some point or had she been allowed to fall asleep? She couldn't remember but the aching in her sticky fuck holes dispelled any notion that the previous twenty hours had been a dream.

	Nick was awake and placed a possessive hand over the slave girl's flat tummy. Macy saw him shifting toward her and then he began to roll on top of her. Feeling his hardness brush against her thigh, her cunny began to moisten anew she willingly opened her legs to let her master enter her.

	One Week Later

	Marcy had come to understand that Nick was different in many, many ways. She gratefully learned how to serve him in all manners and enjoyed her existence in this place. Stretching in bed, she luxuriated in the feel of silk sheets on her nude body. The only time she dressed in more than a thong was when they went out.

	Twice a week, a cleaning woman who apparently owed some kind of deep allegiance to Nick came in and did the laundry (the sheets were always in need) and heavy cleaning. It left Marcy to prepare simple things to eat and drink as they consumed the more exotic things at restaurants or from delivery.

	Slipping on a thong of gold (Nick liked shiny fabrics as they clung to her) that barely covered the bulge of her little mound, Marcy walked into the den where Nick was busy at his computer. He was often there as he read about ancient discoveries and where they were now. Marcy didn't understand the nature of his interest but sensed it was something very serious.

	Over the last day, his research had consumed him most intently. Nick hadn't dressed since leaving Marcy in bed and the girl took advantage of this as she crawled under the desk and knelt before his chair. Sucking his penis into her mouth, she waited for his spell but none came.

	Still, he did harden and she contented herself by sucking what would fit in her mouth, masturbating his meat with her lips as she tongue washed him. When he came, she swallowed everything as a proper slave should and she felt proud as she felt her accomplishment warming the inside of her belly.

	After she crawled out from under the desk and stood by his chair.

	"Master, shall I get you a snack?"

	"Yes," Nick said distractedly.

	Marcy went to the kitchen and got out the peanut butter.

	"Master, your snack is ready."

	Nick realized he was hungry and waited for her to set the plate of peanut butter and jelly sandwiches down on the desk. When she didn't, he rotated his chair to face her.

	The front of Marcy's torso was no longer white. Instead, a thin layer of peanut butter coated it from the hollow of her throat to soft bulge of her mons. Nick grinned at his little slave's creativity. He was becoming quite fond of her.

	"I see you prefer creamy to crunchy," he observed.

	"I like both of them," she answered. "You can't see the crunchy but it felt really good when I put it in here."

	Nick watched as she inserted a finger into her little slit and began to churn the contents. Her moans were not faked as the hard bits of peanuts ground against her pussy lining. Chuckling, he grabbed the girl by her perky young ass and commenced to enjoy his snack.


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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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