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story_codes: M/g, oral, bondage, submission

story_intro: After being clad from head to toe in skin-tight latex, eight year-old Grace gets her first blowjob lesson. The little girl does her best to please her master, Mitch. Then Mitch decides to see if his preteen slave can perform some deep-throat.


story_language: English





Transforming Grace, part 2

Written by madvlad


Note: this can be read as a stand-alone story. See Part 1 for more in-depth plot and character backgrounds. Part 2 takes place the morning after Part 1.


	"Wake up, sleepyhead. It's time for school."

	Grace blinked as sunlight poured into her bedroom as Meredith opened the curtains. Meredith was one of the people who lived in the house with Grace and her mother. As Grace's mother usually spent her time in a drug-fueled haze or was sleeping off the effects, Meredith was the closest thing that Grace had to a parent. She did the cooking and cleaning and made sure that Grace never missed the school bus.

	By habit, Grace kicked her legs out from under the covers and swung her feet to the floor. As she sat up to get out of bed, she stopped and winced at the unexpected soreness in her bottom. Carefully, she got out of bed and made her way top the bathroom. As she walked, the soreness slowly eased. 

	Although this was nothing she had experienced before, she knew the cause. It took no great leap of logic to deduce that getting two adult cocks shoved up one's ass for the first time the night before could do this to a little girl. 

	After brushing her teeth, Grace returned to her bedroom where Meredith had already laid out her clothes. They were normal enough for the third grade. When Grace took off her nightgown, though, the items she was still wearing would not be considered normal for an eight year-old. A thin gold chain connected the gold rings in her nipples. A second chain ran from the middle of this one down to a similar ring inserted in her clitoral hood. These were also new as of last night. 

	They marked her as a slave girl.

	She and Meredith were the only ones in the kitchen as they had breakfast. She had seen Meredith naked before and knew that the woman wore the same jewelry.

	"Meredith," Grace asked between mouthfuls of eggs. "Are you a slave girl?"

	"A slave woman, to be exact," the thirty-two year-old replied. "But yes, I'm a slave just like you."

	"But you have a job in an office and you drive your own car, and stuff like that!"

	"And when I return home, our master takes care of all my needs. He protects me, and pleasures me, and there is nothing I wouldn't do for him."

	Meredith knew that Grace had been chosen to be a slave because of the girl's naturally submissive personality and her eagerness to please people. It was an added bonus after her master, Mitch, and his cohorts had befriended Grace's mother after her father had died two years ago. After a great deal of self-induced stress in her teens and earlier adulthood, Meredith found the life of a sex slave to be relatively carefree.

	"So I can still go to school like always?"

	"Yes. And when you are here, you will have no worries, just like me."

	"The other grown-ups won't whip us, will they? I saw that on a TV show."

	"No, only the bad slaves - the ones that crave punishment - get whipped. We just do as we're told and we are happy. Don't worry, you'll get used to it like I did. And then you'll never look back."

	"Okay," Grace said thoughtfully as her eyes drifted to the clock on the wall. "Oops, I gotta go for the bus."

	"Have a good day," Meredith called. "And I'll be here when you get back - there's going to be a surprise for you."

	Grace spun around to ask about the surprise, but Meredith just winked and cleared the table.

	It was a long day at school for Grace. The rings in her nipples made them stiffen if she moved too quickly, making her very self conscious about whether they were poking through her blouse. But it was the ring rubbing against her clit that concerned her most. Several times throughout the day, she had ducked into the girls' restroom to wipe her wet slit as her sensitive flesh was agitated by her new jewelry. Despite her fears, no one suspected what the little girl was wearing beneath her clothing.

	When she returned home, Meredith was waiting for her in the bedroom. She made Grace undress and admired the preteen's nude body with its rings and chains. The woman pulled some thing shiny and black from a box and held it up for Grace to see.

	"It's your first slave outfit," the woman told her. "Remember when I took some measurements of you a few weeks ago? We were getting this customer made for you. It's made of latex, so it will stretch some as you grow."

	Meredith held a one-piece cat suit. After powdering Grace's skin, she helped the girl squeeze into the thing. Grace donned the outfit with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. The feet were part of the molded suit, as were the hands which had no individual fingers - just a mitt at the end of each sleeve. 

	After getting the suit on the child, Meredith secured the small zipper at the back of the neck. Walking Grace to the mirror, Meredith let the girl observe her new look. The shiny black material was snug over Grace's trim body. There were no loose areas or wrinkles to be found. And while the rings and chains that Grace had been so acutely aware of during the day were not visible through the material, her cunny bulge was well displayed. Meredith turned Grace around and saw that the little girl's ass was also perfectly covered with no blemish. 

	Although they were not readily visible, there were two slits in the suit for Grace's lower orifices. They were ingeniously designed with slightly overlapping sections of thinner material that stuck together. Meredith showed Grace how to rub the areas to catch and roll the upper layer apart.

	"This is so I can go to the bathroom?" the girl asked. 

	"Yes, and to also give others access to your body."

	"Oh," the preteen replied in a trembling voice. 

	"There are a couple more things," Meredith said as reached into the box. 

	She pulled out a latex hood that completely and tightly covered Grace's head except for two small holes for her nostrils and a larger one for her mouth.

	"I can't see," she said. "They forgot to put the eyes in."

	"No, that's on purpose," Meredith explained. "As a slave, you need to learn how to be at the mercy of others."

	Grace had to listen closely as Meredith's words were muffled through the latex covering her ears, like she was listening from underwater. She felt something getting placed around her throat and Meredith spoke again.

	"I've got a collar and leash on you now. Since you can't see anyway, you're not to move unless someone is holding the leash. They'll give it a tug and you'll follow them. As long as you do this, they will make sure you don't fall or get hurt."

	Meredith guided the blinded child downstairs. Grace could hear several grown-up voices nearby and seemed like they were discussing her. It was then she felt very aware of how form-fitting her outfit was. In a way, she felt more exposed like this, feeling the latex press against her skin, than had she been simply naked. They stopped and Meredith hung the leash on a coat rack peg mounted on the wall. 

	"Now, remember, stay here until someone takes you by the leash."

	Grace did as she was told. She had no concept of how much time had past and began to feel very alone and disoriented. Would anyone come and get her? How many people were nearby? Who was looking at her, ogling her body with its strange, skin-tight covering?

	At last she felt a small tug on her collar. She stepped in the darkness following whoever her handler was. The room had grown quiet and she had no idea who was there, how many of them, or what room this was.

	"Kneel," said Mitch in a calm but firm voice.

	Grace got to her knees and felt a large hand pat her head. Nothing happened as she could hear no movement through her hood, only the sounds of her own breathing from the inside. 

	Something warm and a little spongy touched her lips and she heard Mitch speak again.

	"Open wide and watch the teeth."

	Grace opened her mouth and felt the thing push into her mouth. It tasted faintly of salt and something else. It took a minute to register that it was the head of a penis, presumably Mitch's. At least no one could see her turn crimson beneath her hood.

	"Suck on it."

	Grace closed her lips around the shaft and pulled hard on the glans. Its presence made her saliva run and soon the little girl was noisily slurping on the thing. She reached up with her hands to steady it, but Mitch's voice cut through.

	"No hands - just use your mouth. That's it. Use your tongue to rub it - don't stop sucking either...Ah, now you've got it.

	Mitch took a sip of beer while he watched the small, black clad figure between his legs suck on his prick. With no means of sight, his meat in her mouth was her only frame of reference to the world around her and she clung to it desperately. It was just as he planned. 

	Her mother was practically useless now in any regard - he controlled all of her financial assets and property. Such a waste as the woman had been attractive enough. Now it looked like she would kill herself with drugs at anytime. He wouldn't have put any money on her surviving another year.

	Grace, on the other hand, was a fantastic find. An average-looking kid in the face, but she had just the right slender, undeveloped body that tugged at his balls. And with her pliable personality, she was quickly on her way to being the perfect slave girl. He motioned for Meredith to fetch him another beer and sighed. If only Grace knew how to brew a good lager, she'd be heaven on earth.

	But the little girl's mouth was heaven enough as it wrapped the end of his prick in its warm, wet grip. Grace was sucking for all she was worth and she was getting the hang of using that sweet little tongue of hers. She was definitely a keeper. The pressure in his balls told him that it was getting close to feeding time for Grace.

	"I'm going to cum in your mouth, Grace. When I do, try to swallow as much as you can."

	Grace continued to suck on the man meat in her mouth as she felt it quiver. Then a sudden burst of hot, salty liquid filled her mouth. As she tired to keep put with her frantically working gullet, she discovered the strong musky flavor of the stuff. It must be the same thing that the two men had pout deep inside her butt last night.

	Despite her best efforts, Mitch' semen overwhelmed the girl and she began to choke. Mitch pulled his prick out as the last jet squirted over Grace's hood. The child coughed and sputtered and much of his load dribbled from her mouth. When she recovered, she began crying.

	"I'm sorry," she sobbed. I really tried to eat it all, but I couldn't."

	Mitch gently patted the side of her face.

	"I know you did, Grace. But you'll get better at it because I know you'll try hard. In fact, I know another you can suck that will make sure you get it all. Would you like to try that?"

	"Uh huh," she sniffled.

	"I knew you would. We'll do this in a little while."

	Grace felt her collar tug and got to her feet. She was led somewhere in the house and then left alone. Again, she soon felt lost and adrift. She could hear some sounds, but had no idea what they were. Worried and isolated, the little latex-sealed girl waited for her master's next desire.

	
	Grace had no idea how much time had passed when her collar was tugged once more and she was moved through the house. No words were spoken to her as she was led and then brought to a halt.

	Mitch eyed her delicate, childish body hugged by the gleaming black material. The small bulge nestled between her slim thighs was excruciatingly tempting, like a forbidden fruit begging to be devoured. Of course, nothing about Grace was forbidden to him, but he wanted to take his time and prolong the little girl's passage into slavery. 

	There would be plenty of time later for devouring. He looked forward to having her thrash about while he nibbled on her plump little twat and pulled on the clit ring with his teeth, the bald flesh tasting so sweet as she marinated herself in her own juices. 

	"In the future," he said to Grace. "We will have no use for words in these settings. When someone presses on the top of your head like this, you will kneel as you did before."

	Grace immediately knelt.

	"Good girl," he responded as he pulled on her leash.

	Grace got to her feet.

	"Now, when someone presses down on your shoulder - either one - get down on your hands and knees."

	Grace did so when he pressed. Mitch walked around her, surveying the lines of her young form. He especially liked how her body smoothly bent in this position where her hip transitioned to her thigh, accentuating the pleasing contour of her buttock. He ran his hand over the smooth material that stretched over the little rump.

	"You have such a great ass. I certainly enjoyed it last night. Do you want to have more cocks shoved in there again?"

	"Yes master," she said without hesitation, although there was a slight quaver in her voice.

	Mitch smiled as Meredith had told him how sore Grace had been this morning. Yes, the child was putting his needs ahead of her own in order to please him. But he wanted to wait another day to give her violated young rear a little more time to recover. 

	"Good. There are plenty of eager dicks waiting to plunge inside you, but that will wait for another day."

	He pulled her leash and the girl rose. Another woman helped him as he had Grace climb on top of a coffee table. He pressed her shoulder and the youngster assumed the proper position. 

	He pushed his prick against the child's lips and Grace opened her mouth again. In the relative isolation of her suit and hood, she was craving any flesh to flesh contact. She swayed her tongue back and forth over Mitch's cock as it went in a little further than before.

	"In this position," he lectured. "The angle of your head will align your throat so that a cock will slide all the way in. As it touches the back of your mouth, you may feel the need to gag. Instead, concentrate on breathing through your nose. Try wriggling your toes, too. This will take your mind off your mouth."

	He pushed his cock in further and felt her cinch when he got close to her tonsils. Her feet moved as she tried to wriggle her toes and he could hear her hard breathing through her nose. He pushed further and slid his meat down her virgin throat.

	Grace was rigid as eight inches of cock penetrated her moth and throat. Mitch stroked the top of her head and assured her that she would get breaks to breathe. He began to fuck the little girl's face, savoring the different contact points on his prick.

	Grace's pink lips tightened around his shaft although she could no longer pull suction with her throat full. After a gentle reminder, the warm wet caress of her tongue tantalized his shaft again. Then the head and part of his length there were enclosed by the tight confines of the little girl's throat. Induced by her full mouth, her saliva was running and Mitch felt the rolling motion of her throat muscles against his cock has she swallowed her spit. 

	All of those places now touched his rapidly moving shaft as thrust in and out of his tiny slave girl. She made some noises in her throat which added a nice erotic touch in both sound and vibration. Mitch kept better control of himself this time and spent twenty glorious minutes deep-throating the preteen. The pauses to let her breathe helped prolong his stamina.

	He wished he could actually see inside of her but contented himself as he watched bits of spittle fly from her desperate lips as his prick pistoned in and out of her. His balls were well-charged and more than ready to release when he sent his jism thundering down her throat. This time, the eight year-old had nothing to do but except the semen that emptied into her stomach.

	When Mitch was done, he pulled on Grace's leash to make the girl stand up. He patted her flat little belly where his seed was now residing. 

	"You've learned much in the last twenty-four hours. You are a good little slave."

	"Thank you, Master."

	Now Meredith will take you to you room and bring you some dinner after you've dressed for bed. This is an early evening, but I want you well-rested for tomorrow night."

	


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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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