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Inspired by Aurelianus Augustus.

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We had done about everything we could think of with Jane. After
only 3 years, she had been modified and manipulated in every way
imaginable. As I admired her rigid body, listening to her subtle
whimpering beneath the inflated bladder stretching her jaws, I
couldn't help but feel sad that I wouldn't have her to torture any
longer. Three years ago, when she had written me with her interest in
becoming the ultimate bondage toy, I hadn't believed someone like her
existed. But after many months of conversation, we finally met, and I
realized that she was for real. Only 19 years old when she arrived,
she was impressive. Only 5'6", she already had massive breasts,
measuring a delightful 38D. On such a small frame, they stood out
dramatically. She was rather proud of them, wearing a tight t-shirt on
our first meeting, with hip hugger shorts and a bare stomach. I was
still certain she would back out at the last minute, but she eagerly
signed the contract giving her life to me, then drinking the potion I
had set out. Within seconds she was asleep.

It only took a few minutes to throw her tiny form over my
shoulder and carry her down to the dungeon. Already a large house
nestled in the woods, I had built an equally large dungeon
underground. The long, stone steps were foreboding to strangers, as
were the dark walls and sounds of dripping water in the distance.
Setting Jane on the floor of the primary chamber, I undressed her,
then lifted her onto the chair. Her ass settled on two flat bars,
leaving her entire crotch accessible. Legs stretched out in a dramatic
V, parallel with the floor, while her arms strapped behind her at
wrist and elbow, then attached to an upright bar. Her head bent back,
resting in two thin half bands that held her at the base of the skull
and toward the top of her head. Thin straps extended from these, one
circling her chin with the other reaching around her forehead. Once
tightened, her head bent back sharply, forcing her to face up. When
she woke, she would be able to see herself clearly through the large
mirror suspended above her. I wanted her to see everything that was
happening to her. An added attachment connected to the lower band and
stretched over her mouth. I reached in to pull out her tongue, then
fit it between two serrated pieces, clamping them down tight, holding
her tongue out of her mouth. Two rubber wedges at the back of her
teeth held her mouth open wide. I stepped to the back of the chair and
began cranking the two dull spikes. They touched her skin on either
side of her spine, at mid-back. Though not sharp, they were
uncomfortable, and served the purpose of slowly forcing her chest out,
while stretching her body. The pain of the metal pressed hard against
her back brought her eyes open wide and a scream from her throat. I
watched out of the corner of my eye as her eyes darted about the room
in fear, trying to assess the situation. I ignored her, actually
humming as I worked, positioning the dildo penetrator beneath her
exposed anus. Greasing it, I cranked the dial until the pointed tip
began to press past her sphincter. She jumped at the sensation, which
told me she had too much slack. I stepped behind her again and gave
the spikes a few extra turns, grinding their dull points harder
against her sensitive back and creating a wail from her throat. The
result was to force her large tits out further, and to remove her
ability to move at all. I returned to the dildo, making sure it was
lined up, then flipped a switch. For a second nothing happened, then
suddenly, the dildo shoved it's 6 inch length deep into her ass. Jane
screamed out loud, tears beginning to spill down her cheeks as the
dildo extracted slowly, then plunged itself deep once more. The
sequence was random and would continue unrelented until I shut it off.
I figured a few days of anal raping by the machine would soften her
will.

As I returned to her face, I avoided eye contact. I could see
without looking that she was terrified. After all our conversation
about these and the coming events, I could tell she wasn't quite
prepared for the reality of the situation. With a pair of scissors, I
began to cut off her long blonde hair, letting it pool around my feet.
Soon her head was stubble. I stepped to the side and rolled over the
silver tray loaded with shaving cream and a razor, then applied the
foam to her head and proceeded to shave her. Despite the attack waged
on her ass, I could tell she was more disturbed by the shaving. She
watched as I ran the razor over her head, removing the last bits of
hair. Soon, she was completely bald. After wiping her dry, I took a
pair of latex exam gloves from the tray, pulled them on, then squeezed
a liberal amount of gel from a small tube onto my palm. Rubbing it
across both hands, I touched her head, smearing the brownish substance
across her bare head. The chemical stung as it attacked the hair
follicles, though the pain couldn't have been anything compared to the
dildo. I looked down to see it was in heavy pump mode, forcing the
dildo deep in, then extracting it quickly, only to shove it back in.
It was like a good hard ****ing. She closed her eyes, squeezing tears
onto her face, as she felt her baldness become permanent.
Shaving her eyebrows, then plucking her eyelashes was easier.

I coated two eye patches with the strong depilatory, then placed them
over her eyes, forcing them shut. I stepped around her and sat on a
stool in front of her pussy, then spread more depilatory over her
shaved crotch. I had to stop the machine for a second as I coated her
ass with the same gel. It only took a moment and soon the machine was
back in action. Pulling the gloves off and depositing them into the
trash, I took another tray and selected a thick needle. I removed the
eye patches, wiping her eyelids clean as well, then allowed her see
see the sharp device I held. Her tongue was already pulled out, but a
few turns of a small crank pulled it out even further. I again avoided
eye contact as I lifted the huge needle and without pause, shoved it
through her tongue, near the tip. A blood curdling scream rose from
her throat as blood ran down her throat from the hole. I grabbed a
fairly large ring from the tray and fit it through, clicking the
locking ends together to form a seamless shape.

After 30 minutes, I had completed her piercings. In addition to
the front ring, I had pierced a series of holes down both sides of her
tongue, placing smaller rings there. A large nose ring now dangled
from her septum. Both nipples had a ring at the base and a rod through
the middle, while her clit sported two rings; a larger one behind her
clit, and a thick yet small ring through the middle of her clit. She
had watched the entire process, simply grunting as each needle
penetrated her flesh, moaning slightly as each ring clicked together
in permanence. I stood back, admiring her modifications. I wasn't sure
if I would like the image of the hairless creature before me. But now,
as the rings sparkled from her flesh, her face seemingly featureless
without eyebrows or hair, her body contorted by the bondage and
spikes, I smiled. I knew I was going to enjoy this immensely. I walked
behind Jane, then leaned in to her ear.
"Welcome to the rest of your life," I whispered. I left her then,
letting the ass ****ing continue as she felt the first pangs of regret
for her decision.

For the years she served me as a slave, I rarely ever again got
the impression that she hated her life. I think she learned that she
was forever modified now, and would never return to normal existence.
Despite my observation, I continued on with the plan we had made
before she arrived. She had asked for some very specific punishments,
and I happily complied. Now, she stood before me as she had so often,
and I couldn't help but wonder if she regretted her decision. Even if
she had been given the opportunity to be released, she wouldn't be
able to live a normal life. From that first day she arrived until this
very morning, I had injected growth hormones into her breasts. Her
formerly 38D breasts were now an amazing 44HH. They were perfectly
shaped, for breasts, firm and perky, but just amazingly huge. To
compliment this, she now wore a permanent, spring steel corset. A
surgeon had removed her two lower ribs to enable her current size. I
stepped up to her and placed my hands around her waist. My fingers not
only touched but overlapped slightly. For over a year now her breath
had been forced into a shallow pant, her lungs unable to fill
completely. Her mouth was gagged with an inflatable bladder, bulging
her cheeks out dramatically. The look seemed to go with her inflated
lips. A series of collagen injections had created the look of a sex
doll. My guests had enjoyed the bizarre image of a woman at parties,
her face painted and a gaudy wig over her bald head. I looked up to
her, catching her eyes for the first time in months.
"You know what day this is?" She shook her head slightly, fear
filling her eyes. "Well, this is the day you get boxed." I watched as
she began to cry, knowing exactly what I meant. "Remember, you asked
for this and, as you can tell by the time you've spent with me, I've
done everything you asked for, haven't I?" She gave a slight nod, her
eyes dipping in resignation. She knew that I was not going to waver
from her own plan, regardless of how she felt about it now. "I can
tell by your response that you've changed your mind?" She lifted her
eyes again, a look of pleading. "Perhaps I shouldn't do this?" Again,
a nod, as emphatic as possible with the posture collar on her neck.
"Well, I'm sorry to say, but you chose your own fate," I smiled
at her face as she realized her fate was sealed.

The box was only 4 feet long, 3 feet tall and 3 feet across, made
of 1/2 inch riveted steel . As I led Jane to it, her eyes grew wide in
panic. The thought of the box and the reality was almost too much for
he to handle. She began to struggle, trying to pull away despite the
chain that I held, connect to her nose ring. My newest slave Monica, a
young brunette, helped hold her as I pushed her to her knees. As was
customary, Jane was naked except for her corset, the ballet shoes she
had learned to walk in, and the bondage that held her arms in place.
She hadn't had use of her hands for nearly 2 years now. I had wrapped
them up in tiny rubber balls, and then trained her arms to fold into a
reverse prayer, until they were strapped behind her in permanent
fashion.

We finally got her to the ground and I spread her legs, removing
the inflatable dildos in her pussy and ass. Attaching a rubber strap
to the front of her corset, I let it rest on the floor as Monica
handed me the first dildo. The steel shapes were hollow in the middle,
with stiff tubes and wires extending out of them. Greasing the tip, I
slipped the steel phallus up Jane's stretched ass until the retaining
ring wedged into place. The second, larger dildo fit into her pussy
nicely. I made sure the dildos were positioned well, then slipped a
thin metal probe into her urethra. In order, I pulled the strap up
between her legs, fitting a tube through the designated hole, then
moved to the next, until I stretched the thick rubber up to meet the
back of the corset. We rolled her onto her back and I grasped her
face. The breathing tubes pressed into each nostril until I was
certain they were seated in her lungs. With a combination of wax and
glue, I filled the gaps around the tubes in her nostrils so she could
only breath through the tubes. Attaching a bulb to her gag, I deflated
and removed it. Almost immediately, Jane tried to speak. The rings
through her tongue had made it difficult for her to talk since her
first day, an activity I discouraged anyway. But now, her fate on the
line, she began to panic.

"Masssa! Peese! Ah don wanna ga an u box! Peese, na, peese! Ah
beg ya. Peese!!" Her pleading continued in her bizarre broken English,
the metal from her rings clicking off her teeth. I looked down at her
and smiled.

"Of course you're going in the box, Jane," I said sweetly. "Do
you remember when you made me promise that no matter what you said, I
would go through with the plan? Well, I'm not going to break my
promise." My words brought a stream of new tears, a morbid wail from
her throat and a new round of thrashing. But her restricted body was
no match for my slave and I. Monica simply sat on her tiny waist as I
took her head again and began to push a much larger tube down her
throat. Her eyes, large with terror, watched me as the tube hit the
back of her throat.

"Now be a good girl and swallow, Jane," I said. Reflexively she
did, and the tube slid into her stomach. Once I was sure it rested in
the proper position, I took the rubber bladder Monica held, slipping
the rigid middle over the tube, then pressed the rest of the bladder
into her mouth. The middle section held the feeding tube firm,
pressing against the top of her throat. Monica offered the injection
gun, which I fit on the inflation nipple. Slowly, I squeezed the epoxy
into the bladder. I had to reload the gun a second time, but after a
short time, I couldn't fit anymore into the rubber. Jane's cheeks
bulged from the pressure of the liquid filled pouch in her mouth.

"That's epoxy filling your mouth now, Jane," I said. "It'll dry
in a few minutes into a solid mass." The feeding tube still stuck out
from the middle of her cartoon lips. I capped it off and moved to
Jane's ears. Small speakers fit deep into them. Tilting her to the
side, I filled up the rest of her ear canal with wax, blocking off all
sound. Once her other ear was done as well, Jane could no longer hear
at all. I stepped over to a control station and flipped on the
microphone so she could hear us.

We flipped her onto her chest, then I attached a chain to her
right ankle. Stretching it up with all my strength, I attached the
other end to a ring on the band just above her left elbow. Her ballet
shoe nearly touched her elbows now. After attaching her left leg in
the same manner, I admired how her body was bent backward into a
severe arch. Pulling her legs so severely up her back not only created
a painful U shape with her body, but also forced her shoulders back
even further, creating a constant ache that added to the dull pain she
already felt from her arm bondage. A spreader bar was placed between
her knees, holding her legs apart.

We lifted her rigidly bound body into the box. With the harsh
bend her body was held in, she fit nearly perfectly, her forehead just
touching the front of the box with her knees an inch or two from the
end. Though I couldn't hear her, I could tell that Jane was terror
stricken, both from the intensity of the hogtie as well as the coming
event that she both had begged for, and now dreaded. I grabbed the
heavy hood from the table and laid down low, so Jane could see me.
"Well, this is it, Jane," I said. "Once I put this hood on you,
you'll be able to see yourself from that camera above." I motioned to
a camera above the room. "I hope you enjoy your ultimate fantasy. I've
had a lot of fun torturing and playing with you, but I guess it's time
to finish your request." I stretched the hood over her face, covering
the torrent of tears pouring down her cheeks, and the sobs that could
just be heard through the rock solid gag.

With the hood stretched over her hairless scalp. I made sure all
the tubes escaped cleanly, then ensured the goggles built in were
positioned over her eyes. Tiny lcd monitors would now be showing a
bird's eye view of the room to Jane, so she could watch the final
preparations. Once the hood was laced and strapped into a skin tight
fit, I placed a heavy leather head harness over it, pulling it
painfully tight. Another length of chain attached to a ring at the top
of her head, and I pulled it hard, forcing her head back dramatically,
until the chain reached the band holding her elbows together. Now,
Jane fit in the box perfectly, a good 2 inch gap at both ends, with
plenty of room on the sides and top. As Monica fed the rigid tubes out
a hole on the end, I considered Jane's bondage. For any other slave,
this would be incredibly severe. For Jane, I'm sure it was as well.
But considering her fate, it seemed the right thing to lock her in
some painful position. Monica nodded to me. Jane was ready.

I extended the angled trough over Jane, then threw the lever. The
thick substance flowed out and over Jane, slowly filling the box
around her. I could see her trying to move, perhaps to escape, as the
cement began to fill the box. I looked up to the camera and smiled.
"Isn't it great to be able to see your own encasement? I bet you
can feel the cement surrounding you, pressing against you." I looked
back to the box and adjusted the flow of the feeder to make sure it
was even. Within in seconds, the box was filled, the last evident of
Jane soon covered in a smooth layer of liquid cement. I stepped to the
box, reaching my arm into the cement to grab hold of one of Jane's
nipple rings. I twisted it merciliously, knowing that she was
screaming in pain, but no evidence of her reaction could be seen.
"That's the last time you will ever be touched by anyone, ever,"
I said to the camera. "Once the cement sets, it will lock you in that
rigid position for eternity, Jane."

Monica had hooked Jane's breathing, feeding and crotch tubes up
to the control machine, along with the accompanying wires. Jane was
breathing heavily, or more so than usual, as she felt the weight
around and upon her. I taped the keyboard and the machine activated an
enema. Quickly, Jane's ass was filled with a huge dose of ice-cold
water. I figured the added pressure on the inside would only add to
the feeling of pressure on the outside. I turned again and waved at
the camera, knowing that Jane's panic and agony would only be
increased by my casual attitude.

After 12 hours, the cement was fairly solid, with Jane embedded
inside.
"Well, Jane, the cement is pretty much solid now," I said to the
camera again, as I pressed against the solid mass in the box. "You're
probably feeling the weight of all the stuff on you, and maybe even
panicking a bit because you find yourself absolutely immobile. Well
guess what? That's how you'll be forever now." The concept excited me,
and though I could easily remind myself that a live girl was locked
inside, the fun for me was largely over. With Monica's help, we lifted
the steel top onto the box, and I riveted into place. With a large
winch, we lifted the box to the pit I had dug in the room, slowly
lowering the concrete and steel box into the bottom. The hole was
nearly 10 feet deep, already lined with concrete itself. The box
looked small at the bottom. We fit the tubing and wires into a PVC
sleeve, and I began to fill the hole with more cement.

It took a week for the cement to dry over the box, but I had
already covered it with dirt, then fit the flooring back over the
hole. For most of my guests and many of my slaves, they would never
know the difference. Monica enjoyed keeping track of the machine.
Though I had trouble imagining Jane as a real person any longer, she
seemed to love tormenting Jane's unseen and forever entombed body.
Considering Jane's condition, I put no limits on her punishment. I'd
often come into the room days after Monica had been allowed to play,
and found the controls set in some extreme level of torment. With the
combination of enema torture and the ability to deliver electrical
shocks to pussy, ass and urethra, Monica had found some inventive ways
to punish Jane. Often, she would forget to feed her for days, and I
felt like I was scolding a child about their pet.
The truth of the matter was one day we would all tire of her. The
time would come when, as she had requested long ago, her pussy, ass,
urethra, and stomach would be filled with cement as well, sealing her
completely in her tiny coffin, beneath the ton of concrete that now
rested above her.

As I watched Monica giggle at a new found combination at the maching,
I began to wonder who might be next.

The End

Last edited by Sync (2016-05-30 21:29:11)

enet · ^

Please make it audible so I don't have to read effort

Last edited by enet (2016-05-30 21:33:36)

Hika · ^

smh bruh wtf omfg

Brian OA · ^

enet wrote:

Please make it audible so I don't have to read

http://vocaroo.com/i/s0RQ99HzSPV8
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1wzByxi7VET
http://vocaroo.com/i/s1uR5muJcRT6

Well I'm done with that

This is the most TL;DR worthy story I've ever seen

sonatora · ^

Brian OA wrote:

enet wrote:
Please make it audible so I don't have to read
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0RQ99HzSPV8

This is just the best

enet · ^

Brian OA wrote:

enet wrote:
Please make it audible so I don't have to read
http://vocaroo.com/i/s0RQ99HzSPV8

This made me wet.

Hika · ^

NASAL AF

Brian OA · ^

http://vocaroo.com/i/s11z8M9UvBYW

enet · ^

I like the random comments and fuck ups you made here and there.

Brian OA · ^

The first two were mistakes

The rest were just me getting bored

I am glad you've found them to your liking though

enet · ^

I also like your pronunciation of shaved.

enet · ^

Brian OA wrote:

http://vocaroo.com/i/s11z8M9UvBYW

Why does this story sound familiar?

Brian OA · ^

Oughta be enough of a lead

B1rd · ^

▼!? !1!

I never was much of a city person. It was always very noisy, and crowded,
and most of all gray. I moved to Japan for my job, and I made well enough,
but the city life was just not for me. When my superiors mentioned a
transfer to a branch out in the country, I jumped at the chance.

Japanese country folk were a hardy, yet friendly people. Where I moved,
they were mired heavily in tradition and rich history. At a small
restaurant I frequented for lunch near every day, the owner told me these
stories about how they were the direct descendents of a clan leader that
governed that small town. The people told me these wild, outlandish
stories about spirits that watched over the region, making the place
prosperous because they loved the people, so the people in turn praised
them and gave offerings at the shrine. Growing up without a faith to call
my own, I didn't put much stock in their claims, but I also didn't look to
offend them. It seemed like a relatively harmless faith, and as long as
they weren't hurting anybody, who was I to judge?

Around one month of living out in the country did I finally work up the
courage to try out the hot springs, or onsen, that Japan was famous for.
It was one of the luxuries that didn't exist in the city. Sure, they had
spas, but they were all indoors and crowded with balding, middle aged men
with bodies like unkneaded dough. Out here in the country, there was room
to spare, though I had to work up the courage because there was a procedure
to it beforehand. You had to wash your body thoroughly before entering the
spa, and I didn't want to accidentally offend anyone by doing something
wrong.

The first day, however, went just fine, and after washing myself off
after a day at work, I was sitting in the open air springs and relishing
the moment. I could feel the tension and stress seeping out of my pores.
For a while, I felt like I might actually drift off to sleep in this
relaxed state.

And then she walked in.

She couldn't have been any older than six or seven, but she walked in
alone, wearing nothing but a towel around her waist. It was at that moment
that I heeded the sign in hiragana outside that it was a mixed bath. The
hot water was slightly foggy, but I instinctively closed my legs to shield
my masculinity from her.

"Good afternoon." she said, bowing respectfully. "Are you enjoying your
stay here?"

"Huh? I'm not staying at the hotel." I said, as the hot springs was one
of the services provided by the hotel, but you didn't need to stay at the
hotel to gain access to them.

"Oh. Well, I hope you enjoy the hot springs." she seemed quite a nice
girl.

"Does your mom work here or something?" I asked.

"Uh huh! I like to rest in the onsen after I get home from school!" She
replied. I looked away as she removed the towel, then turned back once her
body was submerged in the water.

"You're an American, aren't you?" she asked.

"Yeah. I moved here for my job."

"Hmm, I see." I can't say I'm really good with kids, and an awkward
silence grew between us when I couldn't think of anything else to say to
her. She didn't seem all that keen on continuing our conversation, either.
When I looked back at her a few minutes later, I realized why.

The girl's legs were spread far apart. Even though she was submerged
under the water all the way up to her shoulders, I could still see her
running her fingers up and down the tiny puffy slit between her legs. A
heavy flow of blood rushed to my face, and I looked away.

"H-hey, what are you doing!?" I exclaim.

"I do this every day after school." she said nonchalantly, continuing to
stroke herself.

"Does your mom know you do this?"

"She scolds me whenever I do, but it feels very good."

"And aren't there rules against mast- doing that in the hot springs?"

"I won't tell if you don't." she replied. I don't think I would have
been able to bring myself to tell her mom, but... it didn't seem right for
a kid to be doing this.

"Where is your mom, anyways?" I asked.

"She's working in the lobby." the girl said matter-of-factly, as if I
was supposed to somehow know that. I thought of the front desk employee,
and wondered if that was her mother. If that was the case... I
immediately figured that the girl and her mother lived in the hotel as
well. It was a weird, but reasonable way that Japan functioned. Because it
was a small island country with a very dense population, real estate was a
premium. Some people actually lived in the same building where their
businesses were owned. A hotel was basically just a giant house with rooms
that you rented out, so the hypothesis at the moment was a sound one.

The little girl stood up and waded across the hot springs towards me,
jilling herself the entire time.

"Do you tickle yourself, too?" she asked, stopping a few feet away from
me.

"What!? I- ye- no- that's not something that you should be asking at
your age!" I stammer. How was I supposed to respond to a little girl
asking me that question!? My hands cover my crotch. Against my will and
to my extreme horror, I realize that my manhood is swelling between my
legs! What madness is this, that I'm actually getting turned on by the
naked child in front of me?!

"Why does everyone say it's a bad thing to do?" she asked. "It just
feels very good."

Now that was a question for the ages, wasn't it? It was definitely one
far above my pay grade. I thought of the various courses of ethics, law
and morality back in college. If you ever wanted anything that made you
question your values and perspectives, that would do it. The way we
treated sex with such taboo while glorifying death and violence was
strange. We would give a kid a toy gun and encourage fantasies of war, but
punish them for exploring their body and understanding the inescapable and
perfectly natural way the species propagates. There was no reasonable
explanation as to why we hold this belief, but it's one that's kept with us
through countless generations, and I was nowhere near equipped to try and
combat it here with this girl.

"I guess grown-ups don't know how to handle it." I said finally,
summarizing all my thoughts into the simplest possible explanation. "Where
did you learn about this?"

"I saw my mom doing it one night. She was making all these weird sounds
and it looked like she was enjoying it. I don't get why I can't do it,
myself.

"Mom also did this one thing with dad one night. He had his thing out
and he put it inside her... like this." The girl climbed up next to me out
of the hot springs and spread her legs far apart. She pushed her index
finger into her puffy slit, and her she took a small, but sharp intake of
breath and her legs tensed up. I wanted to look away, but it was like
watching a train wreck; you just couldn't. "It feels very good when I do
this, but I can't get my finger in deep enough.

"Hey, you're a boy like dad!" she said, her eyes widening in revelation.
"You could put your thing inside me!"

"No! No no!" I protest. "We could get in serious trouble! Especially
me!"

"Then we won't tell anyone. It'll be our secret." she said. There was
definitely no escaping from this girl. She was going to continue pushing
until she got what she wanted, and if it wasn't me, then it could be
someone else who was a lot less morally scrupulous who might seek to hurt
her. At least if it was me, I could guarantee her safety. It was a huge
risk on my part, but if it would stifle her curiosity...

"Alright, then, but we need to be extremely careful." I told her. "I
can't stress that enough."

"Don't worry. I do this all the time." she said, then went around to
the front of the hot springs to grab her towel and wrapped it around her
body. I followed her, grabbing my towel and washing myself off with my
back turned to her before covering my modesty with it. I tried to
concentrate on something else very hard to get my erection to go down, but
it was being persistent. There was no way in hell I was going to go down
the hall sporting a massive boner.

I grabbed my clothes from the basket, and the girl grabbed hers, and she
led me down the hallway to her room. Thankfully, there didn't seem to be
anyone in the hallway, though that might be because it was in the afternoon
and most everyone would be at work, still. The girl led me to the back of
the building, where her room was located on the last door to the left, in
the outer corner of the back of the hotel building. Her room, and I assume
all the others were just like it, was a rather nice room. It was one of
those pre-industrial Japan-style rooms, with tatami mats and rice paper
sliding doors. The place reminded me largely of something straight out of
Love Hina.

The girl's living space was more personalized than a hotel room would
be. Her futon was still laid out on the ground next to the table in the
center of the room. Other than that, the rest of the room was pretty
spotless.

Once I closed the door behind us, the girl tossed off her towel and
dropped her basket of clothes. I set mine down next to the door.

"Now... I just need to make sure. You are absolutely certain you want
to do this?" I asked, my throat as dry as a desert.

"Yeah!" she said, nodding her head. She plopped down on her futon,
nestling into the covers and spreading her legs far apart. I knelt down
next to the futon, gazing at her young virgin pussy lips. Until now, I've
never seen the vagina of a little girl. It was a vivid experience, and
almost reminded me of my first time when I was a teen, first looking at a
girl's foxhole. It looked like a much more simplified rendition of a
vagina. She was relatively featureless, with no pubic hair or inner labia.
It was more like a pair of puffy mounds pressed together with a shadowy
slit in the middle. Her clit was little more than the sheathe like a ridge
overlooking the pleasure valley below. In a way, it was kind of cute.

"Okay, just tell me if I do something that makes you uncomfortable or
hurt in any way." I told her. I situated myself as I lay down in her futon
so my dick was to the side of me. My head hovered over the lower half of
her body. I could smell her scent from this position. It was very sweet
and warm; I meant to do this only to warm her up and and lube her tiny
hole, but the smell was enticing me to have a taste.

"What are you do-huaahh!" she lost her words as my tongue flicked across
her soft mounds. I could feel her thighs clamp around my head almost
immediately, refusing to let go.

"That's nasty! I pee from there!" she panted, though I didn't answer,
and she wasn't physically protesting or crying out in pain, so I continued.
She had a remarkably smooth and sweet taste, and I found myself enjoying it
a lot more than I probably should have. My tongue flicked up and down the
slit, teasing her clitoris with every pass. She moaned and gasped from the
sharp, wonderful sensations that I guessed were coursing through her body.
Her legs uncoiled from around my head, and she started stamping and kicking
the ground, her movements janky and twitchy.

"Aaahnnn! What is this feeling?" she moaned. "It's building up inside
me!"

My mouth was too full of pussy to tell her, but I knew she was on the
verge of her first ever orgasm. She must have never achieved it herself,
only allured by the light tingling she discovered. I was more than willing
to show her just how good it felt. The sound she made when she came was a
unique and adorable one. Her limbs tensed up and she bounced her hips up
into my face, riding the wave of her first ever orgasm. I lapped up her
sweet pussy juices, which flowed freely from her young girlhood like wine.

After a few minutes, she finally came down from her high, and I sat up,
wiping my face with my hand. It was at that point that I realized with a
combination of many thoughts, though mostly horror, that I made a little
girl cum! I also likely kickstarted a lifelong fascination with sex in
her. I thought about the many ramifications of my actions, but I steeled
myself with the knowledge that I was doing this for her safety, so her
curiosity wouldn't lead her into the arms of someone that might do her
harm. It wasn't a reassuring one; no one outside of us would be so
understanding.

"That was really weird!" she panted, relaxing into the futon. "But it
felt really good. I've never felt such a weird thing before."

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked. She nodded her head. "Do you want to
continue?" Another nod. I could feel my heart racing, and the blood rush
to my face. Eating her out was one thing. I was about to take her
virginity, and she was just fine with that. Or maybe she just didn't
understand the importance of the moment and was following the lust in her
body. Either way, we had come too far to stop now.

I scooted up to the girl and spread her legs apart. I guided my swollen
member between her legs and up against those small young lips. Given her
size, it was highly unlikely I would be able to get more than a few inches
in her, much less my entire length. I could feel the heat from her young
pussy radiating onto the tip of my dick. It made my dick throb, even
though I couldn't get any harder, especially after sucking on her puffy
mound.

"This might sting a little, but just bear with it." I told her. I
inched the head of my dick in between her tight lips. My girth spread her
very far apart. Her face tightened slightly, but other than that, she
offered no protest. I pushed in very slowly, watching her carefully for
any hint of pain. Before I knew it, half of my length was inside her,
something I didn't even think was possible. I thought I wouldn't get much
beyond the head in, but she was somehow able to take it all in!

"Ngh!" she grunted as she felt her insides getting stretched apart for
the first time. I was three fourths of the way into her when I realized
that she didn't have a hymen. I didn't know much about women's biology,
but I knew enough that the delicate membrane could be torn by accident
during play or exercises or any other kind of strenuous activity that
affects the lower body. Hell, sometimes a girl could just be born without
one. I didn't even bother to ask her since she most likely wouldn't know
what I'm talking about.

I was surprised when I finally touched bottom. Her pussy lips hugged
the base of my cock, and I could feel my head pushing against her cervix.
Her hands gripped my arms and her legs were wrapped around my hips. She
looked up at me with widened eyes and gritted teeth.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"No, but it's really tight." she said. "It's pushing against my tummy!"

"I know. You took in a lot more than I thought you'd be able to. But
don't worry, it's going to feel as good as you felt earlier." I moved us
into a more comfortable position, with me laying on the futon and her small
body resting on top of me. Her tiny hands pushed down on my stomach as she
sat up. What I did next, I couldn't help myself. My hands explored her
body, feeling up her flat chest, her rounded belly and her small, tight
ass. The cheeks were small enough that I could obscure one behind my hand,
and my hands weren't even that big!

"Why are you touching me in weird funny places?" she asked, giggling a
bit as I squeezed her butt cheeks.

"This is what grown-ups do during sex." I explained with a dry mouth and
racing heartbeat. "It's how they show their love for one another."

"Do you love me?"

"Well, we just met, but you're a sweet girl." She smiled and leaned down
to give me a tight hug. "Okay, now just relax, and tell me if you start to
hurt."

I took a deep breath and began to thrust my hips into her very slowly
and gently. Her insides were soft and moist like a hot marshmallow. It
was one of the most incredible feelings I ever experienced. I held her
head close to my chest and rested one hand across her back and the other on
her ass cheeks. My index and middle fingers dipped down and prodded
against her asshole. She squirmed a bit in my grip, but went along with
it. I drew circles around the soft sphincter muscle before digging my
fingers in, spreading apart her asshole and taking her black cherry.

"Ahhh! That's a nasty place!" she protested, but I continued to push
them in. Her vaginal and anal muscles clenched tightly around me. She
didn't offer any further protest besides. I sat up into a more comfortable
position. The girl's legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms around
my chest. Her grip tightened as I bounced her on my lap while finger
fucking her ass. I could hear and feel her breathing heavily, trying to
bear through the sensations she never felt before.

"Mmmhh!" she squealed. "I'm feeling ticklish all over again! My butt
feels really weird, too!"

I rolled us over so she was back on the futon, staring up at me with a
bewildered and wispy expression. I doubled over her and continued to
thrust into her young body while probing her ass with my fingers. Her
vaginal muscles by now were quivering very rapidly, almost vibrating. It
struck me that she might be getting close to her first double orgasm, or
maybe this is just what her body did when she came. If that was the case,
she was definitely going to make some lucky boy very happy some day.

The girl's squeaking and grunting reached fever pitch as her second
orgasm and her first double orgasm of her life numbed her mind and filled
her with incredible bliss. She stared up at me, her eyes wide, pupils
dilating and her mouth slacked open. She spoke in a string of gibberish
that was neither English nor Japanese. Her little fox hole tightened
around me like a vice grip. So this is what it was like when little girls
orgasmed...

I was so concentrated on making her first time an enjoyable one that I
didn't realize how much it was stimulating me. Seeing her cum on my cock
set something off inside me, the empathy that connected me to her on an
emotional level, willing to join her in that vague, but incredible bliss.
This came to my surprise and horror. I tried to remove myself from her
folds, but she still had a death grip on me and I couldn't pull out. I
instinctively pushed in as deep as I could as I shot my load. I tried to
keep my moans to a minimum, but the bliss was so intense I felt like I
might pass out.

The tidal wave in my body finally settled down, and my senses came back
to me. I pulled out of her, now that my erection was withering, and laid
down next to her. She writhed around a bit, slowly returning to her
senses. I wrapped my arms around her to comfort her as she returned to
normal.

"How was that?" I asked her.

"It's... so scary, but feels so good!" she exclaimed through tears.
She hugged me tightly like she would a parent. Our chests were pressed
together. As you might imagine, her chest was completely flat; she was
years away from actually developing any breasts.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked. She sniffled and nodded her head. "Then
why are you crying?"

"Because it really scary!"

The intensity of her orgasms and all the other hormones and unique
sensations in between must have overwhelmed her and freaked her out. I
comforted her, even more glad that I helped her explore her body and
sexuality. That wasn't enough, however, to alleviate the anxiety that hit
me. If she mentioned what happened to anyone, I was a dead man. It
wouldn't take much to find an American in a small town like this.

"I'm better now." she said after a minute, then what she did next was
completely unexpected. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss on the lips.
I sputtered and drew back.

"Wha- what was that for?!" I exclaimed.

"Isn't that what boys and girls do to when they love each other?"

"Yeah, but we just met. How do you know you love me?"

"I don't, but you're a really nice guy!"

"Heh, thanks. Just remember that we can't mention this to anyone, or we
could get in very big trouble."

"Okay! I can keep a secret!"

Before we got dressed, I took the opportunity to clean up her pussy with
some tissues. My cum was all over her insides, and there wasn't much I
could do about that. Thankfully, since she was prepubescent, there was
virtually zero chance of her getting pregnant. Still, I made a thorough
effort to remove any trace of our activity. Afterwards, we both got
dressed and left her room. I folded up our towels and brought them back to
the onsen, discarding them in the bin marked "used".

I returned to the lobby, where I met the front desk clerk that signed me
in to use the onsen.

"Welcome back. Did you have a good time, sir?" she asked, giving a
small bow.

"I did. Thank you." I replied.

"Mommy, I made a new friend!" the little girl squeaked. I felt the
blood rush to my face, cold as ice.

"Now now, Yumi, it's not polite to interrupt a conversation." her mother
scolded with a gentle tone.

"It's alright." I said as Yumi wrapped her arms around my waist. "She's
a good kid."

"Will you come back again?" she asked.

"If I can. Now please let go. I have to go now."

"Thank you for coming, sir." the clerk said, bowing her head. "I hope
you visit us again soon."

"I will. Thank you." I reply, bowing in return. I gave Yumi a pat on
the head and left the hotel.

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