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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Tuesday, May 24, 2011

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story_codes: M/g, first, bondage, submission

story_intro: Young Grace gets the reward that every good little slave girl deserves and gets her cherry popped by her master. 

story_language: English









Transforming Grace, part 4

Written by madvlad


Note: this can be read as a stand-alone story. See earlier parts for more in-depth plot and character backgrounds. Part 4 takes place the day after Part 3.


	The room was mostly dark when Grace awoke in her bed. She had no idea what time it was as she heard the rumble of thunder outside. Peeking at the gray light that filtered in around the edges of the curtain, the eight year-old shifted her body to get a look at her clock. She groaned at the pain she felt deep in her bowels, and then groaned again, more softly this time, at the soreness in her throat.

	Last night, she had been in a latex bondage suit that had rendered her blind and deaf. It had been unnerving to feel so isolated, unaware if anyone was close by. At last, she had received some blessed contact to let her know she was not alone. And as one cock after another was shoved into her little body, at least she knew she had not been abandoned.

	Now on the morning after, the muscles in her throat and ass protested the workout they'd been given. Grace looked at the clock and was stunned to see that it was nearly noon. She slid out of bed and realized she was naked except for the piercings and gold chains in her nipples and clit hood that marked her as a slave girl. One chain joined her nipple rings together while another ran from the center of that chain to the ring in her crotch.

	After she donned a robe, she slowly walked down to the kitchen where Hannah and Deb, two other willing slaves who belonged to her master, Mitch, were at the table, talking. 

	"She lives," Hannah announced with a grin.

	"Big night, huh kid?" Deb asked.

	As Grace nodded, Deb got up and returned with a glass of water and a bottle of pills. 

	"Take two for the pain. And don't worry, it won't be as bad as you get used to it."

	Grace thanked her and took the pills. The two young women were in their twenties and had become willing slaves of Mitch, who looked after all of their needs in return for their obedience. Another slave, Meredith, was a little older and also had a regular job as a financial auditor. She was the one who usually looked after Grace but she was likely at work. Grace's mother was somewhere in the house, likely sleeping off her latest drug cocktail.

	Hannah asked Grace if she was hungry and when the said she was, she made her a sandwich. While she was busy at the counter, Mitch walked into the room.

	"I'm leaving for a meeting this weekend and will be back Monday morning. Grace, how are you feeling?"

	"I'm okay," she said.

	When Mitch raised an eyebrow, Deb spoke up.

	"She's sore, of course."

	"I would expect so," he replied and looked at Grace, smiling. "Don't feel bashful about telling me if you are in any pain. I look after my girls. You had a very big night last night and performed splendidly. I had three offers to purchase you on the spot."

	"Are you going to sell me?" Grace squeaked.

	Mitch hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

	"Of course not. Now, just rest today and be good while I'm gone."

	"Mitch?" Deb asked. "Should we, um, broaden Grace's horizons this weekend?"

	Mitch glanced and saw Deb's hand resting on Grace's thigh. Her fingers were slowly bunching up the robe to expose some of the little girl's bare thigh. Although Grace was oblivious to this, Mitch knew where Deb was going and his prick hardened at the thought of the eight year-old at the tender, lesbian mercy of these two young women.

	"While the master's away, the servants want to play," he chuckled. "No, I have some other plans for my little one first. But don't worry, you'll be able to teach her all kinds of tricks soon enough."

	On Monday morning, Grace was getting dressed for school when Meredith came into her room. 

	"Wardrobe change," the woman announced holding up two pieces of shimmering black material. 

	"I'm wearing those to school?" Grace gulped as she recognized the material as latex like the bondage gear she had been wearing for Mitch.

	"Just underwear, don't worry," Meredith replied. "Panties and a bra."

	"I don't need a bra," Grace giggled as she waved a hand over her flat chest.

	"These are the rules," Meredith said wit ha smile. "Here, let me help you."

	She stretched and pulled the one-piece bra over Grace's head and shoulders. Grace gasped as it tightened into place, pressing the rings in her little nipples against her tender flesh. When Meredith had her move her arms and twist her torso, the rings shifted and made her nipples stiffen against the tight material.

	Meredith walked the little girl to the mirror so that she could see the how well her snugly her first bra hugged her undeveloped bust. Next came the latex panties sliding up over the hairless pussy, which pushed in on the vertical ring in her clit hood, making it rub her sensitive nubbin even harder than the cat suit she had worn for two nights last week. Meredith grinned as Grace gasped and squeezed her thighs together in response. 

	The woman inspected the third grader's underwear for school. The little bra tightly encased Grace's undeveloped chest while the shiny black panties molded themselves to the child's sex and buttocks, showing each off in erotic detail. A thin gold chain ran from underneath the middle of her bra and disappeared beneath the tops of her panties.

	"You look perfect," Meredith announced.

	She let Grace finish getting dressed in her normal clothes. When the girl came down to join Meredith, Deb, and Hannah for breakfast, she looked like any other elementary school girl with her colorful sneakers, skirt, and blouse. The fact that this innocent-looking child was dressed in sex slave gear beneath her attire made all three women's cunts itch.

	Although Grace usually enjoyed school, today was a torment. Normal movements like climbing school bus steps or raising her hand in class made her piercings rub her private places with delicious agony. Concentration became difficult and more than once she had to be excused to go to the bathroom to pull the latex away from her erect nips and dripping cunny as a temporary respite. As Grace had been absent on Friday, her teacher was concerned that the girl's face seemed flushed, but Grace carried on throughout the day.

	When she entered the house, she only managed to climb a few stairs before she collapsed against the railing, crying. Meredith calmly helped her back down the steps.

	"I'm sorry," Grace sobbed. "It's just that it kind of hurts, but sort of in a good way and also feels...I don't know."

	"Like your body wants to burst in certain areas?" Meredith prompted.

	"Uh huh. That first night when Lawrence and Sharice rubbed my...rubbed me down there. I did that thing...um..."

	"Cumming?"

	"Yes. I wanted to do that so badly today, over and over - right in the classroom! Everything felt really sharp. Does that make sense?"

	"Yes. Do you still need to cum?"

	Grace nodded with tears still in her eyes. Meredith led her to one of the guest bedrooms and then called out to Mitch. When he entered the room, Meredith had Grace stripped down to her latex underwear. Mitch's cock hardened at the sight of the youngster's slim body with its tight, shiny coverings. He motioned to Meredith, who quickly stripped these from the girl.

	Grace was laid on the bed where Meredith shackled her wrists and ankles in manacles chained to all four bed posts, leaving the preteen spread-eagled. Kissing Grace's forehead, Meredith assured her that Mitch would take care of everything. As Meredith left the room, Mitch undressed and gazed at his little sex slave.

	After a day of ceaseless agitation, Grace's little nipples were engorged - the pink color now red and the tips standing out from her smooth, flat chest by about an eight of an inch. It certainly wasn't much, but that was enormous for the little girl. 

	Grace's bald cunny was a soaking mess of clear fluids seeping from her modest slit. Mitch spread her puffy lips apart and then lifted the end of the clitoral hood. The eight year-old's sex button was reddened and quite erect. Grace whimpered as her master manipulated her private parts. 

	"Actually, I'm quite surprised - and pleased - that you made it through the entire day," Mitch told her. "I was expecting to have to pick you up from school. It wasn't easy being a horny little virgin today, was it?"

	"No sir."

	"Well, you'll still be horny and little quite often, but let's see if we can't fix that last part."

	Mitch climbed on the bed and rubbed his penis along the slit in Grace's hairless mound. The girl groaned in response before Mitch began questioning and teasing her as he continued to rub. So much agitation had left her nearly delirious with the need of some release.

	"Are you still horny?"

	"Yes."

	"Do you want my prick?"

	"Yes."

	"So you want it in your pussy?"

	"Yes."

	"Tell me what to do with my prick."

	"Please put it in my pussy."

	"Do you want me to bust your little twat open with it and take your cherry?"

	"Yes," Grace panted, rolling her hips beneath Mitch's teasing cock. "Please do it now."

	Mitch positioned himself to get a better angle against the youngster's slippery twat. There would be no gradual entry - she was so far gone and he was getting close to cumming himself. With one fierce heave, he brought his cock thundering into Grace's tiny hole. The eight year-old's hymen burst as his head ripped through, followed by several inches of his cock. The contact her sex had been instinctually craving had finally arrived. That intimate contact, along with the sudden pain of her deflowering, made Grace cry out.

	In the kitchen, Meredith, Deb, and Hannah clinked their wine glasses together as they heard Grace's scream signal the end of her last virginity.

	"Can we watch now?" Deb asked.

	Meredith nodded and the trio went to the bedroom to watch Mitch's muscular form rutting into the little preteen chained below him.

	The sharp pain was gone and now Grace only felt the peculiar sensation of her vaginal muscles being pulled wide around Mitch's invading member. As his cock hammered into her tight sheath, she felt curls of heat swirling up in between her legs. These ran much deeper than when Lawrence, who had opened her ass for the first time last week, and Sharice, his girlfriend, had rubbed her pussy to climax.

	The copulation continued at a frantic pace with the liquid sounds of flesh against flesh. Meredith bent down at the foot of the bed and motioned to the other two women to see where the man's and child's bodies connected. Mitch's cylinder of meat sprayed the fluids from Grace's cunny as it thrust in and out of her straining little slit. The smooth flesh of the little girl's pussy and inner thighs were stained with the wetness that contained bright red threads of blood from her shattered virginity.

	As Mitch hammered into Grace's preadolescent pussy, he sealed his ownership of her. The little girl gave her acquiescence with every statement he made.

	"I may share your mouth and ass with others, but your pussy will have no cock but mine, right?"

	"Yes."

	"And I own your entire body, don't I?"

	"Yes."

	"In a few years, your body will bloom and prepare you for babies."

	"Yes."

	"And if I choose, you'll bear my babies."

	"Yes."

	"And you'll nourish them with your growing breasts."

	"Yes."

	Mitch looked down at the flatness of the little girl's chest where the gold rings and chains bounced. She would stay like this for several years more. And as much as he loved to see and take her childish body, he imagined what it would be like when her breasts began to bud. He would probably first notice it when the soft flesh around her nipples would shift up and down as he fucked her.

	But that was for the future and he brought himself back to the here and now. He altered his strokes so that his cock pressed harder against the top of her slit. Grace's high pitched warbling and the juicy response of her young pussy told him how hard she was cumming. Her slender body was gleaming with sweat as she strained against her chains.

	Then, as suddenly as her climax had peaked, the child's body went limp. She was lying still - and very compliant - as he fucked her now for his pleasure. The grasping of the little girl's steaming cunt on his cock was making his balls ache.

	"Are you ready to receive me in your womb?" he growled.

	"Y-yes."

	"Then take it!"

	Mitch's low grunting and Grace's high pitched moans mixed together as the eight year-old's baby maker was filled for the first time. The semen overflowed, further painting Grace's crotch with more sex juices. When it was over, Mitch collapsed on the girl. The room remained silent except for the heavy breathing of the pair. 

	Mitch finally got up and kissed Grace on the mouth. She smiled back; so proud to have served her master. He nodded to the women as he climbed off the bed and gathered his clothes.

	Meredith unshackled Grace as Deb and Hannah smothered her face with kisses, congratulating the girl on her final initiation. They helped Grace sit up and the child cupped a hand to her hairless pussy, amazed at the amount of fluids that were still draining.

	"I'm stretched," she observed as she examined the entrance to her small cunny.

	"You're young," Hannah said as she stroked Grace's back. "It will be back to normal in no time."

	"Will I always bleed like this?"

	"Nope, once you're popped, you're done. No more bleeding unless you get someone with a donkey-sized dick in you."

	"Or a donkey," Deb added.

	"A donkey?" Grace yelped.

	"No donkeys - I promise!" Mitch yelled from his study down the hall, making everyone on the bed collapse in laughter. 

	Meredith helped Grace to her bathroom and tenderly washed the little girl. The youngster shivered as the woman's finger cleaned inside her pussy. Then she showed Grace how to finger herself.

	"Oh!" Grace blurted in surprise when she felt a tremor in her snatch. "There's a lot of stuff to learn."

	"Trust me," Meredith said as she poured shampoo into Grace's hair. "We have the best damn classroom for that."

	
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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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