PART ONE:
The little girl in red and the Stranger.
Once upon a time there was a little girl that lived in a sleepy village. The town’s people all loved the little girl. She was kind and helped each one of them when she could. They all thought she was an angel.
The little girl had not only been blessed with a sweet compassionate nature, but also beauty. She had long silky hair that hung in fiery red ringlets down her back. Her peaches and cream skin, flawless. When she smiled her full red lips would part and her bright green eyes would sparkle. Her sweet button nose was lightly dusted with freckles.
She was petite in stature. She had soft curves and beautiful apple sized breasts. Her nipples and areola a beautiful dusty pink color against her creamy skin. Full hips and supple thighs incased two of the tightest, sweetest, the most desperate and needy holes. The innocent town’s people had no idea about that.
There were a lot of things they didn’t know about the sweet little girl. If they had it would have shaken them to their cores. While the beautiful little girl had an angelic appearance and reputation in town, there was a man who knew different.
The stranger:
Christopher Wright lived on the outskirts of the same sleepy village. He was known as an eccentric, wealthy man that no one knew very well. Christopher was 30, and a giant at 6’5″. He had light copper brown hair and almost black eyes. Christopher had moved to the little hamlet in south Ireland when he was 6 but kept his deep Scottish brogue. He was a handsome man. Had he not had his particular proclivities he could have had any lass in the village.
Christopher liked that he was surrounded by mystery and that the villagers avoided him when they could. He had inherited his fathers wealth and was free to do as he wished. It left him to his favorite hobby, watching innocent young girls. There was one he had had his eye on for some time.
The little girl, Lucy, the town’s folk called her, was raised by her nurse maid. The nurse was a pretty thing but not quite young enough for Christopher. The feel of a tight little girl cunt around his cock was a feeling like nothing else. He watched her from the shadows and noticed things about her that no one else seemed to notice.
As the little girl grew up Christopher noticed that her cute little dresses got shorter and lower cut at the top. The nurse would preen over her in town, he even noticed once or twice the nurse caress little Lucy’s ass and the gusset of her panties. He would hear the little girl giggle and knew there was more to the pair than meets the eye. Christopher knew it was time to do more research on the two.
Over the years Christopher watched as the nurse would caress the little girl and awaken her sexual desires. It was lovely to watch her blossom into a sexual creature that would all but beg the aging nurse. Christopher took great delight in watching the two and then working on the rooms that he had built for such a little girl. He was hoping she would turn out to be the little girl he longed for.
One afternoon while working on the kennels Christopher took a fall. While he wasn’t badly hurt it did take some time to get back to his usual self. What Christopher didn’t know during his time of healing; things had changed for little Lucy.
Lucy all alone:
Over time the little girl ended up alone. Her parents died when she was younger, and her nurse maid took care of her until her last birthday. The nurse had fallen ill and left Lucy all alone. Christopher saw her at the market and noticed she was not escorted by her nurse.
She wore a lovely red and white dress that laced up in the front and hinted at her cleavage and when she bent over, he had gotten a glimpse of her cute red and white panties. She was the picture of innocence. Christopher knew her true nature but loved to see her walk innocently through town. Seeing her bent over lewdly held his attention.
Christopher watched the little girl as she walked through the market. Smiling, laughing, skipping along as she went to the stalls. He noticed the villagers dotting on the little girl and filling her basket with various treats and staples for her pantry. Christopher allowed himself to get close enough to hear a few of the local ladies talking.
“What a shame, poor little thing all alone like that.’ ”Aye it is. Luckily, she has all of us to look in on her.”
Christopher felt a wave of euphoria wash over him. Lucy had been left alone. Now was his time to strike. He hadn’t wanted to snuff out the nurse but to get his prize he was willing to do whatever needed to be done to make her his. He watched her as she headed home later that evening, after a few of the older ladies had fixed her a warm meal.
Christopher took up his old spot and watched thru the window as Lucy returned home. She sat her wares from the market in the small kitchen and placed her hood on a peg beside the door. Christopher noticed she had grown over the months he had been away; he didn’t know that Lucy’s sexual appetite had also grown without her nurse to keep her satisfied.
The little girl bent over her bed and lifted her right leg to the mattress, Christopher noticed a light reflection for the little girl’s asshole. His eyes grew wide as he watched her slowly pulling a large butt plug from her tight pink asshole. He hissed out his breath when he saw the gaping hole. He knew a hole and plug that size took time. The man watched as the little girl whimpered and fucked her ass with the plug. That must not have been enough for the naughty little girl.
What he saw next had him stroking his cock. She went to the corner of her bed and pressed her ass to the rounded post. She rubbed her ass crack against the post and lifted and arched back. The man gasped when the little girl pushed the knob of the post into her ass and fucked herself while she rubbed her clit. With her free hand she pulled her nipples and called out. Rocking up and down the little girl fucked her ass furiously. Working herself closer and closer to a beautiful orgasm. She cried out obscenities when she came in a flood. Lifting her ass off the post she laid back on the bed breathless. When she came to her senses she sat and wrote in a journal, with a satisfied look on her face.
**Today was a lovely day. I helped the widow Jones with her shopping. How would she act if she knew I had a big ol plug in my ass? I wore my pretty red dress today that shows off my panties. I wonder if any of the men looked when I bent over? I wish they would. I wish they would show up one at a time to fuck me. Nurse Anna said men would want to if I showed them my goodies. I’ve been trying since she left me. I miss her fingers and tongue inside me. Maybe one day a nice man will come along and fuck me like Nanna said he would. The bed post is the only real fun now.”**
The man had been shocked at first but smiled as he watched. He had had an idea long ago. He had made provisions for just a little girl. He wondered if she was the one. He watched her for a long time that night. He had to know all her darkest secrets, her most twisted fantasies. He had had the feeling she was the one he had been searching for now, he was sure.
Part two:
Watching and waiting.
Christopher watched until she fell asleep. Reluctantly he walked away from the window, this new knowledge swimming through his mind. He went back the next day. He had to know what she had written. He hadn’t felt the slightest bit of guilt when he snuck into her cottage and read her journals. He read every one of them and there were several. What he found there made him hard as a rock. This sweet little girl so beloved for her kind innocent heart and compassionate nature was also deeply and beautifully perverted. He wanted to know more. Had to know more.
He sat by the window and read her deepest fantasies. How she longed to be spanked and slapped. To be spat on and pissed on. She dreamed of a dark and twisted man that would find her and take her away. To make her his sexual plaything. To use her as a little slut. One passage caught his attention…
**”Oh, to be kept and used as a pretty-pretty princess. Fucked like a slut and cuddled as the little girl I am.”**
The man found himself stroking his cock thru his pants. The next few parts of “Red’s”, as he would call her, journal were more fantasies. Rape and torture. Water sports and fisting. It went on and on. Her nurse maid had taught her well. The last entry he read made his heart stop. He pulled his slick hot cock from his pants and stroked with a furry. If she fulfilled this fantasy, she really would be everything he ever dreamed of. Coming with a loud groan he shot rope after rope across the pages of her journal.
Gasping, he sat back in the chair. His cock still aching he smiled. He would have to wait a few days to find out and wait and watch he would. Tucking himself back into his pants he left and wondered what his Red would think when she saw her journal.
He came back again that night and the next.
PART 3:
The taking of Red.
Christopher would growl quietly in the dark as he peered thru her windows late at night. Stalking her became his only past time. He would feel excitement course through his veins with each act he witnessed. Every night he knew more and more she was the one he wanted.
Finally, the time came. Christopher had been waiting for this final act, one last sign of depravity. Tonight, was the night. He waited in the cold for Red, The man dressed in black to blend into the darkness.
Little Lucy had gone to check on a neighbor’s dog. They were away and being a sweet girl, she had agreed to feed it for them. The man knew from reading her journal how she was longing for this moment. His breathing quickened as he watched the girl enter the house.
Wearing her shortest, prettiest party dress the little girl approached the large dog eagerly. She rubbed her thighs together and he could see her breasts shake as they rose and fell with her heavy breathing.
He knew the little girl’s pussy would be throbbing and getting wetter with each passing moment. She rubbed the dog’s head as he sniffed her curiously. Christopher heard a soft moan as the dog’s nose brushed against the little girls’ panties. Her head feel back, and her tits strained against the material of her dress.
His cock grew watching the little girl’s filthy behavior. To see her arch, her back and push her hips out hungrily for the beast with no thought of the taboo. Thinking only of the depraved pleasure. Lucy ran her hands over the curve of her breasts and to the front where her hard nipples were apparent against the dress. Untying the silk ribbon keeping the peasant style top closed, her pert tits shook as the top fell away.
Putting two fingers in her mouth the little girl sucked them lustfully, covering them with spit. Her free hand went to the leg of her panties and ran her fingers up and down it. The dog kept sniffing and nudging her with his nose. He would huff as if he was getting frustrated and just wanted at the delight under the cotton.
Taking her fingers from her mouth she took her left nipple between them and coated them in her spit. Twisting and pulling them, increasing the pressure with each turn of her fingers. Again, she moaned pressing her wanting pussy towards the curious dog.
The man wanted to unzip his pants but thought better of it. He didn’t want to leave evidence of him being there. He rubbed his hard cock thru his pants and thought of all the things he would do to the little girl. Things he knew she desired, needed and deserved. Hearing her whimper pulled the man back to the scene inside the house.
The dog was licking the little girls’ thighs and she was shaking in anticipation. Both hands working her tits. Squeezing and pulling her nipples as the dog laved her thighs and the front of her little girl panties. One more lick from the animal’s large tongue and the little girl fell to her knees. Shaking in orgasm she thrust her hips towards the dog like the filthy cunt she was.
Christopher smirked at the sight. He knew she was the one he had been waiting for. Thinking of the rooms he had made for her he watched as the dog continued licking at the little girl’s pussy. She shook as she felt the orgasm slip away. Not able to take it anymore Lucy finally gave in.
Sitting on the floor Lucy pulled the wet gusset of her panties to the side and felt the first contact of the rough hot tongue against her swollen lips. She called out to the night and threw her head back, arching lewdly to the dog. She was lost to her twisted desires and didn’t hear the door slowly open. The dog began to lick with abandon. His nose rubbing her clit as his tongue went into her hot little hole.
Christopher couldn’t wait any longer. He crept to the door and pushed it open slowly. The sounds of moaning filled his ears. The little girl panted and whimpered as the dog lapped at her sopping hole. Writhing and pumping her hips Lucy didn’t hear him position himself behind her. Looking down he saw a beautifully perverted sight. The sweet angelic girl was bent backwards with her eyes closed. She was on her knees, and they were spread as wide as they would go, tits pushed up and out, her hands behind her supporting her thrusting body. The dog was feasting on the cum the supposed princess was dripping. A depraved angel is what she was. A beautiful filthy cunt.
Christopher knelt beside her and in one quick move he covered her mouth with one hand and her throat with the other. The little girls’ eyes shot open and filled with fear. In that instant the little girl came again. Her screams of fear and ecstasy was only a squeal. Christopher leaned in close to Lucy, taking a deep breath as the smell of her pussy filled the air.