Date: Fri, 28 Jul 2006 06:55:16 +0200 (CEST) From: Domingo Santana Subject: Archive;'Unexpected Domination - Part 1'{Domingo Santana}(MG/Mb/MGG) TITLE: Unexpected Domination PART: 1 of ? STORY CODES: MG/Mb/MGG AUTHOR: Domingo Santana, domingo.santana@yahoo.fr COPYRIGHT 2006 Domingo Santana. All rights reserved. DISCLAIMER: This is work is utter and complete fiction. It is not, nor should ever, be confused with real life. It is simply the daydream of a demented mind. Any resemblence to anyone is simply coincidental. I neither encourage nor condone the involvement of children in sexual oriented acts with adults. AUTHOR'S NOTE: I wrote this story (and may continue writing this story, depending on responses I receive) because the idea of switching the power in a sexual relationship from the adult to a child intrigued me. I'm quite confident that a situation like this could never really happen, but I did try my best to make it realistic. I've only come across a few stories that seem to use this for a theme, so I hope you find it original and interesting. Part 1 ==================================================== I can't believe that this is happening to me. I've completely lost control of my life. For the last three months, I've been dominated by a thirteen year-old. Thirteen! I'm thirty years old! I'm still not quite sure where I went wrong, but I should probably fill you on in how it all started... A couple of years ago, I took a new job. It was a promotion complete with a significant increase in salary. As part of my responsibilities, I was required to travel extensively, both within the U.S. and abroad, mostly Europe, but some trips to South America as well. It's been a blast. I've visited parts of the world that would have been almost impossible had I been spending my own dime! Well, about four months ago, I found myself in Houston, Texas, staying just outside the city proper for an extended visit with a client. I'd been there for about three days of my two week long visit when it all started. One night, after a particularly grueling session with my client, I was relaxing in my hotel room when a knock came at the door. I got up, opened the door and there was nobody there. Now before you go picturing the Ritz, I should tell you that I was staying a hotel that took the term very loosely. Generally, I prefer to stay at hotels that have interior hallways, but for some reason, my secretary booked me at this one where all of the doors open outside. My room was on the third floor and overlooked an interior courtyard that had a pool, hot tub and outdoor sauna. It wasn't a Motel 6, but it wasn't four star either. Anyway, when I stepped outside to see who had knocked, I saw two kids, probably in their early teens, go running around the far corner. It was a simple prank, but in mind of a child, I could easily see how a dare could result in a knock on a random door and wrote it off. Little did I know that was only the start. I wound up taking the following day off, my client was still working with their employees to generate the documentation that was required for us to fully begin examining their processes. Of course this was supposed to have been done long beore I arrived, but I'd spent the first three days just getting them to understand what I need and telling them how to do it. So to give them some time to work, and me a chance not to have to, I took the day and relaxed. I decided that I'd be better off working by the pool. It was a gorgeous day in early summer, so I picked up my laptop, a couple of cans of beer and headed to the pool. I scored a table next to outlet so I didn't have run down the battery on my laptop and started checking email. It had been a few days, and stuff seems to pile up exponentially. After about 30 minutes a mother and two kids showed up and took the covered table next to mine. After some cursory introductions, we started talking. It seems they were refugees from Hurricane Katrina that had struck the Gulf Coast a few months earlier and were living in a couple of rooms at the hotel. She explained her husband was working to rebuild their home on the coast and working during the week, so he only came back on weekends. She worked at a college along the coast that was rebuilding and most of their classes had been dropped. Fortunately for her, the school decided to offer her classes online, so she was able to work from Houston. The children were apparently enrolled in a local school, and they thought it would be better to have them finish the year in Houston before moving back to the coast. She was generally a interesting person and we continued to chat for a while as I was also checking and reponding to some of the more urgent emails I'd received. At one point the kids came over and she introduced me to Kylie and Jason. Kylie was 13 and had shoulder length blond hair with blue-ish green eyes. Very intense eyes. Jason was a year younger and, like his sister, was blond, but had a clear blue eyes without a touch of green. After talking for a couple of minutes, it was very clear that both children were very intelligent. If you didn't remember that they were 12 and 13, you would have thought you were talking to another adult. However, our conversation didn't keep their interest, so they went back to playing in the pool, leaving their mother and I alone again. She confirmed my suspicions about her children's intelligence - apparently they're both exceptionally gifted children and were offered spaces in a local Montessori school after the hurricane hit. They've excelled in the school which was just one more reason to keep them here until the end of the school year. Late in the afternoon, I called my client to check on their progress and found out that she had called in sick, so nothing had been done. I left a message for her with her secretary to let her know that I wouldn't be coming in tomorrow either, unless they accomplished the goals I'd laid out yesterday in record time. Michelle, my new companion, overheard the frustration in my voice and asked about my work. I briefly explained what I do and why this particular situation was so annoying. She did cheer me up by remining me that the charges for this trip were coming from my clients budget, not mine. It was a good point. I decided that I should just look at this as a paid vacation and deal with my client when they decided they'd paid enough and were ready to get some actual work done. The next couple of days went by in the same fashion. Apparently the children were off on a week-long break before classes resumed the following week. Friday rolled around and found me still lounging by the pool, my inbox completely empty. So I resorted to general web surfing, looking at anything and everything that offerred the slightest bit of interest. That afternoon, Michelle's husband, Tom, showed up and we spent a few hours by the pool chatting. After exchanging a couple of knowing glances with each other, they asked if I wouldn't mind watching the kids for a few minutes while they ran back to their room. I agreed, knowing it wouldn't be a chore and I didn't have an plans to leave anytime soon. I decided I'd earned a soak in the hot tob and had no sooner gotten in then Kylie and Jason joined me. We'd had a few more conversations over the week, but none of any real signfigance. As Kylie climbed down into the hot tub, she asked "Did Mom and Dad go back to fuck?" I have to admit, i was a little flustered. Not knowing what else to say, I offered a neutral response. Kylie replied, "The fuck like rabbits, don't they, Jase?" Jason merely nodded in response - looking something like a disapproving parent in the process. "It seems like it's all they do all weekend long." I was starting to feel like I'd lost control of the conversation, so all I could offer was "Well, its probably hard not being able to spend very much time with each other." Kylie just looked at me like I was a leper. "Whatever. I don't see you running off to fuck that next thing that walks by." Then she tilted her head quizzicaly and asked, "You're not gay are you?" Now I knew I'd completely lost control of the conversation and was in over my head. "No. I'm not gay - I'm bisexual, but not gay." This response seemed to have intrigued her. "Really?!?" she asked incredulously. "So you fuck anything that moves?" "Well, not anything, I do have standards. I just don't like to liimit my attractions to people of one gender." "So which do you like better - cock or cunt?" she quizzed. "It depends." "On what?" "on what my mood is at the time." "So if I grabbed your cock, would it get hard?" At this question, I had to pause. I'd never thought of myself as a pedophile. I've never been attracted to children. While my tastes usually did run to partners that were youthful and slim, I'd never breached the under-18 category, so I felt safe in my response. "No, you're a little too young for me." I guess the fact that I didn't intend this to be challenge didn't make any difference in how Kylie took it. Without batting an eyelash she sidled over to me, weaseled her hand up inside my swimsuit and grabbed my cock. It immediately responded to her touch and became instantly hard. Apparently, I don't know myself as well as I thought. But in my defense, it had been a couple of weeks since I'd had any relations with anyone other than my right hand. "Guess you were wrong." She said as she pulled her hand back. "But you've got a nice one there. I'd say it beats my Dad's and it sure as hell beats Jase's." I was starting to get a completely different picture of this child. Her intellect obviously knew no bounds and crossed over into areas I'd though children were oblivious to. "That wasn't appropriate." I told her. "You should never do that. "whatever. You liked it. The fact you're uncomfortable with it is your problem, not mine." "No, it's not just that - it just wrong. You're too young to be doing something like that and if someone saw you, I'd be the one who got blamed." "So?" was all she replied. Then a spark showed in her eyes. She jumped up and pounced on my lap facing me, throwing her arms around my head. "So, if I do this, then, you'll be the one who gets nailed, right?" she said as started grinding into my still hard cock. Even as I was putting my hands around her waist to push her off, I could feel my cock sliding against her prepurbescent cunt and had to admit I was turned on. I pushed her across the hot tub. "Enough! That's enough" I said with a slight tremble in my voice. "I'm not like that and you shouldn't be either." "Mom and Dad always say sex is a natural thing. Why are you so against it?" "I'm not against it, I just don't want to do it with a 13 year old. No offense." "Well, then I'll just have to get myself off." She quickly stuck her hand below the water and started moving it energetically. Fortuately the bubbles from the hot tub jets didn't let me see what was happending below the water line, but the expressions that raced across her face were enough to keep me from relaxing. I quickly glanced around the pool. Thankfully, we were the only ones in the immediate area. Sensing my opportunity to escape, I jumped out of the hot tub and bounded back to my chair, grabbing a towel and draping it across my obvious excitement. In her excited state, Kylie didn't even notice my departure. Jason just stared at me with his piercing blue eyes, saying nothing. As the timer for the hot tub wound down, so did Kylie. Noticing my absence for the first time she just looked at me and smiled. She slid over to Jason and they began whispering for a few minutes. Then, as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, they both ran back to the pool and began playing. I kept replaying the incident over and over in my head. I just couldn't figure out what I could have done to prevent it. Should I not have agreed to watch the kids? I didn't have the faintest clue that something like that would even happen! Wouldn't it have been rude to my new acquaintences to decline such a simple request? Why would I have? What on earth could have caused a child to act the way that Kylie did? The vicious cylce of thoughts just kept racing around in my head, so much so that I didn't even notice when Michelle and Tom returned to the pool area. "I hope they didn't give you any trouble." Tom said. "Sometimes, they can be a handful!" I don't think he realized how right he was. Not knowing how to explain what happened, I just replied, "No, no trouble at all." Which my erection now under control, I quickly excused myself and went back to my room, still pondering how I could have that happen. Completely thrown for a loop by the events of the day, I threw on some clothes and left to take a drive to calm my nerves. After cruising around for about 40 minutes, I found a little bistro and decided it was time to eat. After an incredible meal and few glasses of wine, I was starting to feel more in control. I decided that the day was just an abhorration of events and it was best just to let the whole sordid event fade away. Maybe I should have realized that Kylie had different plans. That night, around 11:30 or so, there was a knock on my door. Immediately, the events at the pool jumped to the forefront of my mind. I cursed, jumped out of the bed and thew on a pair of shorts and opened the door, half expecting it to be the police and half expecting it to be Tom or Michelle. In fact, it was neither. Once again, nobody was there. I stepped out onto the balcony and looked around - there was nobody around. I figured I was once again the subject of a prank. Then I saw a figure run from the stairwell acros the courtyard. She stopped and turned and I instantly recognized Kylie. She spun around bent over and flashed me her ass before blowing me a kiss and running off into the darkness. I immediately regretted my decision to spend the weekend in Houston. I should have flown home for the weekend. The next morning, I went for a run to clear my head, came back and showered. I decided it would be best to steer clear of the pool for a while, lest I find myself in another uncontrollable situation. I'd planned on seeing a movie anyway, I I got dressed and headed out. On my way to the car, I had to walk across the courtyard and by the fence surrounding the pool. Of course, Tom, Michelle and their kids were already there. Kylie and Jason were sitting across the pool from their parents, surrounded by five or ten other kids. Michelle waved at me and as I responded with a wave of my own, I caught Kylie out of the corner of my eye. She immediately bent over and whispered in the ear of the girl closest to her and pointed in my direction. I picked up the pace and headed out the exit to the parking lot. I didn't return to the hotel until around 10pm. I figured, the more time I was gone, the less chance I had to be caught again by Kylie. Walking back in the room, a flashing button on the hotel phone caught my eye. I walked over and dialed to retrieve my message. It was Kylie. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I promise not to tell my parents what happened. Your secret is safe with me." her voice whispered. I immediately deleted the message, knowing full well it was stored indefinitely on a server somewhere. A sense of foreboding swept over me and I immediately wanted to escape. I just had no idea where to escape to. I flopped on the bed and began to massage my temples in the darkened room. What options did I have? If she did say something, it would be her word against mine, unless Jason volunteered the truth. I didn't see that happening, not with his big sister around. Should I tell her parents what was happening? The thought alone almost gave me a panic attack. Eventually, my anxiety-ridden state gave way to a eerily calm realization that there was nothing I could do except leave. I vowed to check out first thing in the morning and find a different hotel. Preferrably, one without kids. That night, another knock on my door woke me up. I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was 1:30am. I wrapped the hotel robe around me and stumbled to the door. I opened the door fully expecting that this was yet another prank. Instead, Kylie stood there, wearing a t-shirt and shorts. As soon as the door what open, she walked past me into the room. I stood there holding the door open, refusing to be caught alone in a room with her. "You can't be in here." I finally managed to say. "Sure I can. I'm here aren't I?" was her reply. "No, I mean you have to leave. I don't want you in my room." "Too bad. I'm here and I'm not leaving until I'm ready." With that, she stripped off her t-shirt and shorts and hopped up on the bed. "You should probably close the door. Somebody might walk by..." I was stuck. Do I close the door so nobody can see the naked child on my bed or do I just leave. After a few seconds, I realized that I couldn't leave wearing only a bathrobe. My keys, my wallet, my computer - they all were still in room. Even if I went to the front desk in my robe, what would I say? A little girl ran into my room, stripped and wouldn't leave? I slowly closed the door. "What are you doing?" I asked as I turned to her. "What do you mean?" came her innocent response. "I mean, why are you naked on my bed? In my hotel room? Why are you doing this?" "Can't a girl just be horny? Why does there have to be an ulterior motive? Plus I think you're kinda cute." My brain couldn't digest this. I couldn't think of any rational reason this was happening. Or how I could extricate myself from this situation. All I could come up with was "Won't your parents be looking for you?" "No. They put Jase and me to sleep hours ago. So they could fuck some more. I listened to them in the next room until they finally quieted down, then snuck out to come here. They won't be up again for hours. Trust me." I knew that trusting her would be the biggest mistake I could ever make. That was very apparent at this point. "So I have to ask again - what is you point? What do you want?" "I only want what every girl wants...well, most girls anyway, a boy. Why do you seem so confounded by that? Are you sure you're not gay?" "Yes, we've covered that - but why are you here?" "I told you," she replied patronizingly, "I'm here because I'm horny. H - O - R - N - Y. Does spelling it out help you? I thought you were quicker than that, but maybe I was wrong. See, I'm even wet already." Her index finger pointed down to the fold between her legs. Only a few trace hairs covered her lips and then her finger dove between them and began rubbing. "Mmmmmm...that's what I want." Slowly, I could feel my traitorous cock begin to spring to life. How could I be turned on by a 13 year old girl? It didn't make any sense. I wrapped the robe tighter around my body, wish I'd actually put on clothes before answering the door. "Are going to join me or not?" she asked, still rubbing her clit vigorously. In a moment of sanity, I felt myself saying "No, I'm not." "Your loss..and your cocks loss..." she said pausing her rubbing long enough to point to me. I looked down and realized that my dick had emerged through the front of the robe and was now point its pinkish head directly at Kylie. I quickly recovered and rewrapped the robe around my body. She just laughed and resumed masturbating. Now I've dated quite a few women. Not a riduculous number by any stretch of the imagination, but I've never found myself in a situation where a woman was this forward. This confident of herself to be openly masturbating and almost begging for me to fuck her. I didn't know what else to do, so I just turned away. The sounds of her masturbating seemed to fill the room. I heard each moan and gasp as she got closer and closer to orgasming. I managed to control myself enough not to turn around, but my mind had enough images of her naked body to conjure up a pretty good picture of what was going on. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, but was, in reality, only a few minutes. The noises stopped. I waited a few seconds before turning around. Kylie had already put on her t-shirt and was pulling up her shorts. "I really don't understand you," she said to me. "I've given you every chance, and you keep saying no. What's it going to take to get you to fuck me?" "I'm never going to fuck you. You're too young. I've told you that before and I'm sticking with my original response. I'm not willing to risk everything I have just to fuck you. It's not worth it to me." She just stared back at me for a second, then replied, "Fine. If that's what it takes..." I turned, opened the door and checked the balcony to make sure nobody was around. Stepping back, I held the door open for her and said "I'm glad you finally understand. It's not that you're not attractive, it's obvious you are...I'm just not that kind of person." "Fine." she said again as she stepped through the doorway. "But I'm not done with you yet." As the door slowly closed, I saw her turn as she said "Oh, and by the way - don't think about leaving anytime in the near future...I want you around for a little longer." As the door clicked shut, I realized that it was my wallet that she had been pointing at me. I grabbed for the door handle, missed and by the time I managed to open the door, she was gone. I realized that I didn't even know what rooms her family was in. I didn't have any way to get my wallet back. It would be another few minutes before I realized that she'd also left with the boxers I'd been wearing all day. The ones I'd left on the floor when I'd gotten into bed. She must have grabbed them when I opened the door. Now I was really worried. I don't think that I slept at all that night. I had to have a plan. I had to get ahead of this girls plan and head it off. But I could imagine how. Now, she had my wallet and my underwear. How could I ever explain that? I must have fallen asleep at some point. I awoke in late morning and remembered the dream that tormented me all night. Only, it hadn't been a dream. It was real and I was stuck smack dab in the middle of it. I realized that I couldn't leave. I had to see her and try to straighten this whole mess out. Plus, I needed to get my wallet and underwear back. I had to go back to the pool and catch them, catch her before things really got bad. I put on my swimsuit, grabbed my laptop and headed down to the pool. I spent the morning surfing the web trying to find a legal case that could give me some guidance. My search came up empty. From what I could tell, the courts were always willing to believe the word of a child over that of an adult. And even if they did take my word over hers, my reputation would be tarnished forever. By 3pm, I was starting to get worried. I couldn't imagine that they'd left. The thought was completely irrational, but that didn't stop me from thinking it. I didn't know what I'd do if they did. I'd have to call and cancel all of my credit cards. How would I fly home? I needed a photo ID to do that! I didn't even have the first clue about how to fly without one. Or even if it could be done. About an hour later, just before full-panic mode had been reached, I heard the kids laughter. Sure enough, Kylie and Jason were running toward the pool area, with Michelle and Tom a few steps behind. A small sense of relief flowed through me. Michelle wave as she saw me. Kylie didn't even glance in my direction as she entered the pool area. She just ran to a lounge chair on the far side of the pool and threw her stuff down. Jason waved then quickly glanced at Kylie to see if she'd seen him. Tom and Michelle came and joined me at an adjacent table. "Hello neighbor!" Tom greeted cheerfully. "We went to the mall and caught an early matinee, but the kids insisted on getting back here in time to get in the pool. I think they'd live in the water if they could!" Michelle added, "Kylie's really the instigator. I think she really just wants to be as naked as possible. She's always be something of an exhibitionist. Tom, remember that time a couple of years back when she ran out the house after her bath and nearly gave Mr. Johnson a heart attack?" "Mr. Johnson was our neighbor back on the coast." Tom said to me, "He was nice older man, but I think the sight of a naked, screaming Kylie was a little too much for him." Tom went on to talk about the status of the renovations back home. I was only half-listening, trying to unobtrusively keep an eye on Kylie to get some kind of signal from her. But I could catch her even glancing my way once. Then Tom's voice jolted my attention back to him. "...and we were kind of hoping you could help keep an eye on the kids until we get back." "Sorry, I must have zoned out for a minute - what'd you say again?" I asked. "I think you've been spending too much time in the sun." Michelle joked. Tom replied, "We're heading out tomorrow morning to fly back to the coast. We've got a final meeting with the insurance adjuster and they need both of our signatures on the final settlement. With school starting up again tomorrow, we didn't want to take the kids out - they've had enough of that already this year! Another family from the coast that also staying here is going to watch them for us, but they're not always the most attentive people in the world. So we were kinda hoping that if you were going to be around, you could server as a second...well, actually a third, pair of eyes to watch out for them. They can be a handful at times..." I don't think Tom had any idea of exactly how true his statement was. And it was probably better that way. I can't say I was really comfortable with them going away and leaving Kylie behind with only minimal supervision. That didn't bode well for me, but I felt I had to accept, "Sure, I'd be happy to help - when I'm around. But I am hoping to actually do some work tomorrow, so I probably won't be back until tomrrow evening." I said. "Oh, that's fine," Michelle replied. "They've got soccer after school tomorrow and then they're eating dinner with the McAllisters, they're the family watching them while we're gone. They're in room 202 on the far side of the courtyard. Oh, just so you know, we're in room 109 and the kids are in room 111. If you get a chance tomorrow night, could you just stop by their room and make sure they're not terrorizing the complex? We're pretty liberal with their bedtimes, but they should be locked in by 11pm at the latest. We'd really appreciate it. And here's Tom's card, I wrote his cell phone on the back, just in case." "We should be back early Wednesday afternoon. I think we'll be able to get it all done in a day...assuming there hasn't been another hurricane before we get back!" Tom said with equal degress of humor and frustration. Great, I thought to myself. Not just one, but two nights of terror. But that also gives me two nights to corner Kylie and get my stuff back. This may work out for me. Tom opened the small cooler they'd brought and offered Michelle and I a beer. We sat around and chatted about nothing until the sun had long since gone down. "Well, I think I'm going to head back to my room and order a pizza." I said. "I didn't sleep good last night so I'm hoping to go to bed early tonight. Thanks for the beer!" I gathered up my stuff and headed out of the pool. Just then Jason and Kylie came running up, "Are you leaving?" Jason asked. "No, he's not leaving. He can't." Kylie said and threw a knowing look his way. Then turning to me, she said "I guess we'll see you tomorrow. Mom and Dad said you'd be helping watch us. That's good. I need watching sometimes." My face just flushed as she laughed and ran back to the pool dragging Jason with her. I hurriedly made my exit and didn't let out a breath until I'd thrown the deadbolt on my door. What was I going to do with that girl? I was starting to think she might not just be intelligent, but also a little crazy! That wasn't a very good combination in my mind. I felt like a captive in my own room. I'd planned on confronting her, but in a moment she'd wiped the plans from my mind. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. I decided to try to get my mind off all of this by surfing the web and checking email. This decision was made all the easier by the fact that without my wallet, I couldn't very well go out for dinner, so I was stuck munching on the snacks that scattered around my room. When I opened my inbox, the first email was one from my client, the whole purpose of this damned trip. She finally had forwarded the information I'd requested. I spent the next couple of hours reviewing the data and jotting notes that I wanted to address with her and her staff tomorrow. It helped. Then another message popped into my inbox from an address I didn't recognize. I'd already clicked on it before I thought twice about opening it. Before my eyes the contents of the email started to appear. It was a large picture file...of Kylie. Panic gripped me again. As the picture appeared on the screen it started with head and continued to move down her body. By the time it reached her neck, I was praying I wasn't going to see what I thought was coming. Sure enough, she was stark raving naked. In fact, her hands were actually pulling back the lips of her pussy, giving me a clear view of her young clit. I stared. I just couldn't help myself. Even though I'd seen her naked, masterbating in my room the night before, there was something intriguing about staring at her naked picture. Then, in a sudden panic, I scrolled back up to check the message headers. Shit! She'd sent it to my work account. That meant it was backed up on servers back in the office. I quickly deleted the email, praying that nobody in IT was watching my email account. No sooner had I delete the message than another series of messages appeared. All from the same gmail.com account. I opened the next one - it was another picture of Kylie, this one with her laying spread eagle on a bed, with her hands and ankles tied to each of the four corners of the bed. Delete. The next one added a carrot sticking profanely from her cunt. Delete. A sudden thought crossed my mind, "Who was taking these pictures?" The next picture answered my question. Replacing the carrot was Jason, his bare ass blocking the view of his sisters nether-regions. Delete. I don't know why I was continuing to open these emails, but I couldn't seem to stop. In the next one, Jason had moved and Kylie could now be seen sucking on his hairless balls. His asshole puckering a smile for the camera. I realized I was hard. Really hard. Embarrassed, I deleted this picture. I realized the pictures were coming in faster than I could delete them. In some of them Jason was tied to the bed. In some Kylie was tied in other positions. Picture after picture displayed the two of them in various positions. My jaw was on the floor. I simply couldn't believe any child would be capable of this. But the proof was staring me right in the face. Picture after picture after picture. After about 20 minutes of continual deletions, I finally started to catch up. They appeared to be slowing down. I opened another picture - it displayed Kylie face down eating the pussy of another hairless cunt. I couldn't see the girls face, but I also knew they didn't have any other siblings, so this had to be someone else. I looked closer. The resolution was clear enough to tell that this wasn't someone who had shaved. That meant it was probably another child. What on earth had I run into? Delete. Another email exposed Kylie with being penetrated by two boys. Their hairless balls were pressed against her, leaving no doubt that their pricks were buried in her. I think my jaw hit the floor on that one. I realize that I shouldn't have been surprised, but I was. This girl was completely out of control. I deleted the last batch of emails and sighed. Please let them be wiped from the system before some sys admin gets curious about these large emails in my inbox. Just then another email appeared, but this one simple read "read me" in the subject line. I opened it and started reading. "I sent you the pics you wanted. I hope you like them. I'm looking forward to see you tomorrow. Stay hard." I couldn't delete the email fast enough. She was doing everything possible to make it look like I was the one who was initiating all of this! How had she gotten my email address? Then I remembered...my wallet had my business card in it. My drivers license. My home address. Everything. I sat there for a minute as the realizations rolled over me one by one. I was screwed. There was no way around it. I couldn't go to the police. They'd pull my email backups from the server and find these pictures and I'd be the one to wind up in jail. Nobody would believe that this child had masterminded the entire series of events. Again panic hit me...what if she'd already called the police? She could have me arrested any second! I quickly opened up my own gmail account and sent an email back to her. "Please stop sending me the photos. I don't want them. I didn't ask for them. I don't want to see you tomorrow. Please don't bother me again." Send. I waited for a response. And waited. Then it came. "Goofy. You asked me then you tell me no? Make up your mind. But you're right, I guess I should go tell my parents - we shouldn't be meeting in secret. I'm sure they'll understand." God no! I quickly wrote back, "Please don't tell them. You don't understand how much trouble I'd be in. Please don't do this..." Send. After a few painful minutes, I realized I'd fallen for her trap. She now had an email from me asking, pleading...almost begging her not to tell. As if I had done something that I didn't want her to tell about. I was screwed. A new email appeared. "Okay. I'll keep your secret." The cement around my feet solidified. "I can't wait to see you tomorrow, but I want you do something for me... Go get a nice thong. I left some money taped to your door. :) Make sure you're wearing it tomorrow evening. See ya soon!" Quickly, I got up and ran to the door. Sure enough, taped to the door was a $100 bill from my wallet. I can't believe someone hadn't taken it. When had she put it there? I peeled it off the door and slowly pulled the tape off the bill. At least now I could get some dinner! The following day went so well with my client, I'd almost forgotten all about Kylie. It wasn't until I was driving home that it all flashed back to me. As I drove, I debated doing what Kylie had instructed. It seemed crazy. But I was in a precarious position - I knew it would only take a call for her to end my life as I know it. But would she really do it if I didn't buy the thong? I'd never owned a thong before. It seemed unlikely that she would, but did I want to take the chance? I ended up turning around and went back to a mall I'd passed a few miles back. I figured that JC Penney's probably wouldn't have a mens thong, so I opted for Macy's. Sure enough, I found one. It was a little embarrassing checking out, I sure the young girl at the checkout was holding by a smile, but she managed to keep it in. By the time I got back to the hotel, it was almost 8pm. I walked in my room, half expecting to find Kylie already there. At this point, there isn't much that she'd do that would surprise me. But she wasn't there. I didn't realize that I'd been holding my breath. After a quick shower I sat down to await my fate. I didn't have to wait long. It wasn't even an hour before a knock came at the door. When I opened it, Kylie walked in like she owned the place. "Miss me?" she asked with a smile, then she threw her backpack down in the chair next to the door. When I didn't answer immediately, her next question popped out, "Did you get it?" "Yes," I replied, "I got it." "You don't have to sound so down about it. This is going to be fun!" she claimed. "So when do I get my wallet and underwear back?" I asked. "If you're good tonight, then maybe I'll give them back to you later. But if you're not..." Her threat hung in the air for a few seconds. "Fine. What do you want?" "First, I want you to cut the attitude. I don't appreciate it. Second, I want you to put on my toy. Then, we'll figure out what to do next." "Go on. Lets go..." she urged. I grabbed the bag from Macy's and started toward the bathroom. She stopped me. "Where are you going?" "The bathroom. To change, like you requested." "I never said go to the bathroom, I just said put on the thong. Wow, you're an uptight one." I debated, do I change out here like she wants or do I risk pissing her off by still going to the bathroom to change. After a minute, I decided to play it safe. I dropped the bag back on the dresser and started to undo my pants. She moved her backpack and sat down in the chair. I'm surprised she didn't pull a bag of popcorn out of her pack for the show. I pulled my pants off, exposing the boxers that were my normal underwear. I could feel my cock starting to stir. I took off my shirt and even though I'd worn this much to the pool, where she'd seen me before, I still felt more exposed. As I paused before removing my boxers, she squealed and clapped her hands in anticipation. I felt like a pig about to be judged at the fair. Slowly, I slid the boxers down and let them fall to the floor, then I stepped out of them. Standing naked before a 13 year old girl, my cock started to rise to the occasion. Now I could exaggerate and say that I was incredibly well hung, but the truth of the matter is that I'm just average, maybe a little thicker normal, but definitely no Tommy Lee Jones. I figured most 13 year olds wouldn't know the difference, but then this was no normal 13 year old. "Ooo, very pretty." she chirped. "I like it. Now put the thong on." After I'd done it, I asked, "Now what." "Go lay down on the bed. On your back." "Good. Now here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to tie you to the bed, just like in the photos I sent you. You're okay, with that, right?" Okay, maybe I should have seen something like this coming. But I still squeaked out some kind of response affirmative enough for her to open up her backback and pull out a few lengths of rope. She started with my hands, knotting the cords around my wrists and then tying them off to the frame of the bed. Then she tied my ankles the same way. While she was tying my ankles, I tried to pick at the knots around my wrists. "You can try, but you're not going to get untie them, at least not when I get done." Then she pulled out a tube and went back to the knots around my wrists. She twisted the cap off and squeezed as she explained, "The superglue will hold the knots in place. It'll soak into the fibers of the rope and bind them together." When she'd finished gluing the knots, she put the tube back in her pack and then sat down. "How you feeling?" she asked. "OK, I guess." "Good. Now, I've got to leave for a while and be tucked in. Then I'll be back." With that she picked up her pack and grabbed my room key from the bureau. The she turned out all the lights in room,except for the bathroom light. Leaving the room dim, but not dark. Then on her way out the door, she slid the curtain back leaving the window wide open. Anyone walking by would be able to at least see a figure laying on the bed, and they'd probably be able to see what I was wearing. "What are you doing?" I asked loudly. "Shhh...do you want somone to hear?" she replied. Then she propped the door open with the security latch and disappeared in the darkness outside. I was just trying to scare me and would be back in a couple of seconds. But as time passed, I realized that wasn't going to be the case. I can't tell how long it was, but a while later, I heard voices outside the door. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but they were getting louder. As the got closer, it didn't sound like Kylie. I figured my best chance to not be seen was to pretend to be asleep, but I kept an eye to the window cracked to see who was coming. It was two teenagers. Great. Just what I needed. "...and then he started..." one of the voices stopped. "Hey look...there's a dude laying naked on that bed!" she whispered excitedly. "Do you think he's okay?" the other voice whispered back. "Look...he's breathing. You can see his chest move." "Pervert." "Ohmygod, the door's propped open!" One of the gave the door a push and then let it close against the latch again. It made a loud noise, but I kept my breathing regular and didn't move. "Do you think he's passed out?" the whispers continued. "Maybe. There only one way to tell. I dare you." "No way!" "what are you, chicken? C'mon! Do it!" "You do it." "Okay...watch out for me." Slowly one of the girls pushed the door open. Light from the outside lights lit up the head of bead. I quickly closed my eye and kept breathing slowly. "Hey, you." she said loudly. "Are you awake?" I didn't move. "Hello." she said a little louder. "Hey, your door is open." "He's completely out." a voice said. "Go in," said the second voice. "I've got an idea." Then she pushed her way past the other girl and walked in the room. "You're going to get in trouble!" "Shhh..." She walked over to the bed and bent down. "He's got some kind of underwear on." The next thing I knew I felt something brush past my cock. "Ohmygod, its a thong! He's wearing a thong!" I heard the other girl close the door against the latch and walk over. Thankfully the light on my closed eyelids was blocked again and I cracked an eye open. The first girl was tracing the outline of my cock against the thong's fabic. That was the brushing I felt. My cock stirred. "Did you see that," the second girl exclaimed, forgetting to whisper, "it moved! He is alive!" My stirring had startled the first girl, but she quickly recovered and pulled the thong over exposing my cock. "Check it out!" she said. "Its getting hard!" "Touch it," urged the second. "No, you." With that, the second reached out and gently stroked my cock from the base to the tip. This was all I needed and my cock sprung to full attention. I guess this was enough to startle her so she jerked her hand away quickly and then laughed. "I can't believe this. Do you really think he's passed out?" "Hey look at his ankles," noted the first girl, "he's tied to the bed." "His hands are too," answered back the second. "This is some kinky shit going on!" "I've got another idea. Quick, close the curtain and lock the door." "What are you going to do?" the second asked as she moved to close the curtain. Once the curtain was closed again and the door locked, the first girl turned on the light by the bed. I figured I couldn't play being asleep anymore so I stiffed sleepily and opened my eyes - pretending to be in a drunk stupor. "Wazzup?!?" I slurred. "He's awake! We've got to get out of here!" the first girl exclaimed. "No not yet - he's not going anywhere. Besides, he deserves this for playing these kinky games." With that, she went to the bathroom and came back in a second holding a razor and shaving cream like trophies. "What are you doing!?" asked the first. "Shaving." the second replied with a smile. Then she walked over to me and directed the first girl to hold down the thong. I didn't even know what to do as she sprayed the shaving cream on my crotch. Then she started shaving. "I can't believe you're doing this." "Shit. The hair is getting caught in the razor. Go rinse this for me." While the her accomplice was cleaning the razor, the second girl looked at me and asked "So how did you get into this mess?" Not waiting for me to respond, she slowly started stroking my cock back to hardness. "Not so fast, I need to you to stay hard. Plus, you like this, don't you?" I didn't answer. What on earth could I say. This was turning out to be a week from hell. Finally, after about fifteen minutes of shaving and rinsing, my cock and balls were completely smooth. "There," my would-be barber said smugly, "now that'll give him something to remember." And with that she leaned down and took the head of my cock in her mouth, rolled her tongue around the tip and then let go. "Ohmygod, I can't believe you did that!" "Mmmmm..good. Its good, you should try." The other girl came over to the other side of the bed and knelt down beside me, her face even with my cock. "They look so weird, don't they." "Yeah...but they're sooo much fun!" She said and leaned over for another kiss. When she was done, she nodded to her friend and pulled her head to my cock. She tentatively licked at my cock, the saliva from the first girl forming a thin strand that held to her tongue briefly before it broke. Apparently convinced it was safe, she leaned all the way over and took my entire cock in her mouth and slowly started moving up and down. Meanwhile, the girl who had shaved me pulled off her top and bra, exposing her small, but firm breasts. Then she pulled off her shorts and stood waiting for her friend to finish sucking. Apparently bored with waiting, she gently nudged her friend off my cock. As she did, my sucker noticed that her friend was naked for the first time. "Ohmygod! What are you doing!" "I've fantasized about having complete control over a guy and making him do whatever I want. I'm not going to pass up this opportunity!" With that, she slid a leg over me and sat so the tip of my cock was just pressing against her slit. "You don't mind, do you?" she said to me. I couldn't find my voice. My horniness was in complete control of my body and all it wanted was a release. Slowly she started rubbing her slit along the length of my shaft. I could feel her wetness increasing with each stroke. Just as I started to tense up for the release, she stopped. "Naya..not yet you don't. I'm not ready!" Then after a pause that felt like an eternity, she start rubbing again, this time a little faster. Again when I neared my climax, she backed off, laughing a little in a low throaty voice. Her friend just stared at my cock twitching, millimeters from her friends pussy. A longer break this time. Then just as my cock started to settle, she came back down on me, but this time she started to push my cockhead into her. She was definitely wet and my cock entered her. She moaned. I moaned. My cock slid in further until it was buried deep within her. The tightness of her cunt was incredible. The twitches of her vaginal muscles were almost enough to send me over the edge. Sensing this, she stopped moving and just sat there with her eyes rolled back in her head. Then a stroke. Then a pause. Then another stroke. Then a pause. Her friend slowly stood up, transfixed by the sight of us fucking in front of her. Slowly she removed her shirt and bra. Her pants followed. As I continued to be fucked slowly and deliberately, she began masterbating to the same rhythm. As the excitement began to overtake her she moved to behind her friend and I felt her crawl up between my spread legs. The next thing I knew I felt her take my balls into her mouth. Then she pulled away and began licking my balls and the base of my cock. I could feel her tongue creeping up and then the touch disappeared. When I still heard slurping sounds, I realized that she was licking her friend. Another stroke. Another pause. I have no idea how long this torturous fuck lasted, but everytime I seemed close to cumming, she'd pause just long enough to let me slide back away from the precipice. I was going nuts. Needing more attention, her friend slid off the bed and came up along side the bed. Then she crawled over me facing my fucker with her pussy directly over my face. Slowly she lowered herself to me. Knowing what she wanted, I extended my tongue. When the tip of my tongue touched her skin, she shuddered. As my tongue ran up and down the length of her slit, probing inside of her, she moaned. When I found her clit and started licking it vigorously, her body spasmed and she orgasmed. And again. And again. She collapsed on my face and my tongue dug into her canal, circling and circling. She orgasmed again, falling forward onto her friend. As soon as they touched, her friend came. I felt the orgasm pulsing along my cock, bringing me right back the edge. Just then, I saw a flash and her the distinctive click of a camera. And another. And another. "Allison, Kendra. Hello." I heard Kylie say. "Get a little bored with your high school boys?" Both girls on me sat up immediately. "Kylie?!?" the girl riding my cock said confusedly. "What are you doing?" "I'm taking a picture to remember this moment by, Allison. Isn't it obvious?" she replied sarcastically. "But how...why...what..." Allison's voice trailed off. Kendra picked up, "How'd you get in here?" "Who do you think left him like this?" Kylie asked in return. "Now, you've had your fun, get off of him, get dressed and get out of here before I tell your parents what you've been up to. No, correct that, before I show your parents what you've been up to." She raised the camera menacingly. Too dazed from their orgasms, both Allison and Kendra jumped off of me and scrambled for their clothes. Dressing and running out the door, they were gone in a flash. "Well, here I was starting to feel sorry for leaving you for so long. I guess you managed to find something to do to help pass the time." Kylie said once the door had closed. My cock just throbbed having missed its opportunity for release. "Its your fault, you left the door and window open. Don't blame me - I'm tied to the bed, remember?" "It's okay. Now I have pictures of you with two fifteen year old girls. And I get the added bonus of having pictures of two fifteen year old girls with you. I didn't plan on that, but it's going to work out just fine." Blackmail. It just came to me. I don't know why it had taken so long or how it missed it earlier, but it was blackmail. And I just realized how well I'd been set up. And why I'd get my wallet back - because with photos, she wouldn't need my wallet. The pictures would be ample proof of my transgression. I just laid my head back and closed my eyes. "I see you've just put the pieces together. Pity its too late to stop it. Boys are so easy to manipulate. You were barely a challenge." "No, no...don't go getting soft on me," she said as she reached out and wrapped her little hand around my cock. "I want you stay hard for me. Will you do that?" Without waiting for answer, she started slowly stroking me back up again. "I've got to say, I liked Allison's technique. I'm glad to see she didn't let you cum, that would have been unfortunate." I wondered how long she'd been in the room watching. Then another knock at the door came. Kylie stopped jerking me off and went to open the door. As I turned and opened my eyes, I saw Jason come in. His eyes grew big as he looked at my cock and said, "You weren't lying! Holy shit! You weren't lying!" Jason moved toward the bed and eyed my cock close up. Slowly he reached out and touched my now purplish cockhead. My cock quivered in response. "Be careful," Kylie warned, "he's about ready to blow." "And that would ruin my plans for the evening," she added. "Are you ready?" Jason just nodded. After pausing for another second to stare, he slowly backed up and started undressing. "What's going on?" I asked. "Jase has agreed to help me," Kylie answered. "See, Allison and Kendra weren't part of my plan, but I'm happy they chose to include themselves within it! It's going to make life at school so much more fun." Jason was now completely naked, standing next to the bed. He didn't have a trace of pubic hair, and his little circumsized cock stood out erect. I was suprised he didn't seem the least bit self-conscious about standing naked in front of his sister. But then I remembered, this probably wasn't the first time he'd been seen by her. Kylie set the camera down and reached down into her backpack, which I'm assuming she brought back with her. She pulls out a tub of Vasoline, scoops out a small handful and walks over to Jason. "Bend over," she tells him. When he complied, she began rubbing the stuff along his crack and into his asshole. "See, I included him after you admitted you were bisexual. I thought this might make things a litle more interest, both for you and for me. It took a while to convince Jase, but now that he's on board, its going to make this a piece of cake." Once she seemed satisfied that Jason had been properly lubricated, she turned her attention - and the tub of Vasoline - to me. With a small handful, she slowly began to coat my cock, bringing me immediately back to the edge of orgasm. My cock throbbed - I don't think I'd ever gone this long without release! Sensing that I was ever-so-close to orgasm, she slowed her pace and took frequent breaks to keep me from shooting my load. Jason, meanwhile, was standing next to the bed, slowly stroking his little cock with his thumb and forefinger. I tried not to look at him, but the sight of him pulling his skin over his mini-cockhead was difficult to resist. I'd never realized that a boy could be so arousing. "There." Kylie said with satisfaction. She screwed the cap back on the Vasoline and wiped her hand on the bedsheets. "Now we're ready." Like a director on a film shoot, she positioned Jason with his cock next to my face. Snapping a couple of quick shots, she explained "This is just to make sure that nobody can question your identity, or that you were with an obviously underage boy. I just want to minimize the chance for confusion." Jason pushed his waist so that his cock was millimeters from my mouth. "Take this pick, sis." "Good, Jase...keep it up!" After a few more shots where she moved Jason all around me, he finally wound up squatting over my still-pulsing cock. The camera never seemed to stop clicking as he slowly lowered himself down until the tip of my cockhead was pushing against his asshole. With great deliberation, he pushed himself down until my cockhead was buried in his ass. The sensation was amazing and I felt the orgasm build in me. "Take it easy, Jase," Kylie warned, "Its not going to take much for him to lose it." Jason paused and allowed his ass a chance to acclimate itself around my dick. As my orgasm receded, he slowly began to work more of my cock into him. With slow, deliberate movements up and down, I sank a little deeper into him with each stroke. The camera continued snapping pictures as Kylie danced around the bed looking for different angles. Finally, Kylie seemed satisfied and announced "Ok, Jase, that's enough." Obeying her command, Jason lifted himself off my cock, which make a slight popping sound as it left his asshole. He staggered slightly as his feet hit the floor and said "Thank god, I think I'm getting a cramp in my leg!" Meanwhile, Kylie had set the camera down and quickly stripped out of her clothes. Once again I was face to face with her hairless pussy. I marvelled at how innocent she looked, knowing that she was anything but. Then, she pulled a miniature tripod out her backpack and attached it to the camera. "Ok, Jase - back on the bed. Pick a side." When Jason was in position, she used a chair to position the camera at the based of the bed and then hit the shutter button. As the camera began to beep she crawled up on the bed and positioned herself next to me, spreading her own legs for the camera. A few seconds later the camera flashed again. I don't know how many hours I was tied up, but my arms were starting to feel numb. After I shared this with Kylie, she assured me "Not much longer now, I'm just about done." She jumped off the bed and removed the tripod from the camera and handed the camera to Jason. "Now take some pictures of me and him, " she ordered. Climbing up on me, she faced me and positioned herself over my still-hard cock. Grabbing a sheet, she cleaned off the Vasoline that was still coating me and then began rubbing her cleft against my member. I couldn't help myself and raised my head to watch as my cock nestled itself in her fold. She just smiled at me as she contined her gyrations. Slowly she picked up speed and closed her eyes as her own orgasm built. I was responding the same way. After a little shudder shook her body, she stopped and reached down to grab my dick. "Make sure you get some good pictures of this, Jase." I'd almost forgotten the entire session was being recorded. She wedged the tip of my cock in her pussy and slowly rubbed it back and forth. The sensations were driving me crazy. As her wetness spread to my cock, she began forcing it deeper into herself. Eventually, my entire cockhead was buried within her and gave a small groan as another shudder ran through her body. Her tiny nipples were fully erect and it wasn't difficult to tell that she was really enjoying this. Slowly she began pushing her body against mine as my cock sank deeper into her. "Don't worry," she said in a breathy voice, "I broke my hymen long ago. But your cock is the largest I've had in a while." I couldn't imagine what "a while" meant to a thirteen year-old, but that thought vanished quickly as she started to ride me in earnest. It didn't take long and I was right back in orgasm territory. "I'm gonna cum!" I warned. "Cum in me," she answered, "I want to feel you explode within me." There wasn't much I could do not to. Not at this point. My orgasm was volcanic. My whole body shook as what felt like a gallon of sperm finally had their release. She didn't stop moving and my orgasm kept going with each of her strokes. I'd never had an orgasm that intense, or that lasted that long, before. When finally, the waves subsided, she stopped. I was spent. Completely wasted. "Wow," was all I could say. She smiled again and slowly pulled herself off me. Repositioning herself, she put her feet on either side of my head and then sat on my chest. As I looked down her thighs, I could see my own cum leaking out of her. She just sat there with her arms crossed around her knees. Jason snapped some more pictures. "You probably want to know what's going to happen now, don't you?" she asked. "Not right at this moment," I replied, "I'm a little preoccupied. But I was wondering earlier what you had planned." She laughed. "I like you. I think I'll keep you for a while." She paused before continuing, "I'll leave a list of presents for you to get me. We'll see how you do with that, then take it day-by-day." With that, she untied the knots holding my wrists and then eased off the bed and untied my ankles. I slowly massaged the feeling back into my muscles as Kylie put the camera away and started to get dressed. Jason did the same and it was only a matter of minutes before both of them were fully clothed and on their way out the door, only a pink piece of paper and some sore arms to remind me that they'd even been there....oh, yeah, and the rather distinctive smell of sex. I lay on the bed unable to comprehend it all. I still wasn't sure how I managed to get here...it didn't make any sense. I'd just fucked two kids, who didn't really act like kids at all. You almost could say I was sexually schooled by them. And now, I was fucked. I swung my legs off the bed and sat on the bed for another few minutes. I really couldn't recall another time I'd felt so completely out of control. It almost seemed like I was a bystander watching an accident happen. Everything just kinda merged into a blur and only fragments of images floated past my eyes. Resigned to my fate, I stood up and walked to the coffee table to see what "presents" I'd be getting for Kylie. ---to be continued---