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I finally untied her and took her into the master bath and let her shower. Afterwards I dried her carefully and roughly, kissing her again and again. I watched as she blow dried her hair and put on some makeup, using L'oreal that I had brought.
I had some nice demi-boots for her, four inch heels, and I brought out a very beautifully worked brown leather collar with a steel ring in it. “You'll wear this when you are with me. Token of your submission to my ownership. You agree?” She nodded her head, “Oh Daddy, I am your possession. You know that I will do whatever it takes to make your Penis happy. Anything!” She was so earnest when she said that. I smiled to myself, thinking of my dark plans.
We had a nice dinner that I fixed, grilled steaks and salad. Nothing too heavy. By then it had gotten late, and it was dark out. I brought a wonderful fudge brownie dessert to the table. I didn't tell her that it was heavily laced with marijuana. I wanted her good and sleepy and we had a couple of glasses of wine and watched a video I had found purportedly of a young girl's rape. Wendy seemed to really like the forced taking of the girl, and she sat next to me on the couch beginning to yawn.
I went to the bedroom and retrieved her nighttime ensemble: cotton flannel pajamas, in a teddy bear print. “Here, put these on,” I told her. She shed the boots and her hand went to the collar, “This too Daddy?” “Yes, for tonight you are my little girl. Tomorrow that little girl will become my slave baby pussy, forever! Tomorrow you will give me your gift.” She bent her head, “Yes Daddy.”
I put her in bed in the other bedroom. I turned on the nightlight, and sat on the side of her bed, gently rubbing her head. She became very sleepy and then drifted off. I returned to the living room and rewound the rape scene and ran it again, stroking myself over and over, thinking about Wendy, sleeping peacefully.
About two hours later I entered her room, in the dark, broken only by the nightlight. She was on her side, under the covers. I went to the bed, and carefully pulled back the covers. I knelt beside the bed and let my fingers play over her tummy, and pull at the waistband of her jammie bottoms. She looked like such a sweet little angel. I pushed her gently and she lay on her back. My fingers strayed down the front of her jammies and found her pussy lips. I stroked my index fingers between them down and up, down and up, feeling her dry but starting to open. Her eyes fluttered. “What, what are you doing? What is going on?” I whispered to her, “Hush up Punkin, Daddy's here to take what he wants.” She started whimpering, “No Daddy, that's wrong. I'm not supposed to let anyone touch me there. Please stop.” I raked my fingers hard into her vulva, pulling cruelly at her lips, and pinching around her clitoris. “What did you say, Young Lady?” My voice was low, but cold and hard, like my cock. I wore only my robe and could feel my evil boy ready to hurt this little girl. “I'm sorry Daddy, but, please I can't!!” She had started to wail a little and, although sleepy, she was deep in the little girl role. She tried to close her legs on my hands and that pushed me over the top.
“Young Lady you spread your legs right now,” “But Daddy!” “Don't you but Daddy me, you are going to be punished and it is gonna hurt like the dickens!” She started slowly spreading her legs, moaning “Dadddy!” “I said, get em apart!” “I am Daddy, here is this wide enough?” She stretched herself, still in her jammie bottoms. “Not hardly, those'll be coming off right now,” And I ripped the jammies off of her, tearing the cloth I pulled so hard. And suddenly she was naked from the waist down, her legs mostly spread. “Get them Apart.” I said again, and now I was angry. She was being too slow. “You are gonna get it Missy. It is gonna hurt you bad. And don't you even think about closing your legs.” I sat on her one leg and put my other foot on her other leg and raised my hand, and brought it down on her smooth hairless mound. Smack, Smack, Smack. And with that she was crying and screaming and begging me to stop, “Please Daddy please I'll do whatever you want! I'll put your penis in my mouth! I'll lick your bottom! Please . . .” But I just spanked her over and over again, finally using my other hand I pulled her lips apart and started striking her on her clitoris. “You better ask before you come young lady. And you better not come until I say so.” “Yes Daddy,” she said through her tears and hiccupping sobs.
I stood up and dropped my robe. “Here's Daddy's Boy. Now you make him feel special.” “Yes Daddy, he is special! He's my Lord and Master!” And she got up on the side of the bed and started caressing me and licking me like she was a little girl and didn't know how to do it. I grabbed her by the neck and forced my cock into her mouth. “Hmmpfpf, hmmf” I didn't care what she was trying to tell me. It was going to get worse for her. That was for sure. I squeezed her neck with both of my hands, thrusting my cock down her throat. She was so beautiful, choking on my flesh. I knew I was going to take her to a new level of agony, my perfect little girl.
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