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It turned out that my mum and my stepdad were going to divorce. They had spent the holiday together in a cottage at the sea. Seeing my 10-year-old sister running around in her bathing suit made my stepdad getting horny. With me being absent, he enjoyed his perverse sexuality with her. Obviously, my sister was just like me. She didn’t scream or resist. But his cock made her tight asshole bleed. He probably was used to my stretched hole and didn’t use any lube. However, my mum found out and kicked him out. Unfortunately, we lived in his house. Which meant that we had to pack our things and move out. We moved to my aunt, who I hated because she was arrogant and sniffy. She had reproached my mum with being married to my stepdad all these years and now her triumphant smile said everything. But we had nowhere else to go. My mum struggled to find an affordable place for the three of us to live. This was my chance. One evening, when she sat on the floor, crying over miserable life, I sat next to her and suggested that I could move to my boyfriend. I had asked Andy before, of course. I had provided a huge list of advantages, why we should live together and I was ready to convince him. After I asked, how he would feel if I moved in, he just asked “When?” I was baffled. That was easy. My mother however looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train. “You have a boyfriend?” After we discussed that topic at length, she was willing to let me go. I could see she was a little happy that looking for a place to live with my sister became a lot easier. However, she had one condition. She wanted to meet Andy first. At his house, to see where I was going to live. Andy invited us to come over for dinner on Friday evening. I was nervous and so many things rushed through my head. In the end, I had worried for nothing. At the beginning, my mum was doubtful. But during the evening, she relaxed and I had the feeling she was flirting with Andy. She gave us her blessings and the next day, I moved in. Andy wanted to redecorate his home nevertheless. During our holiday, he received an offer for his software and sold it. He looked at me and smiled. “I will never have to go working again.” Knowing that he was financially secure made him even more attractive. It didn’t take long to redecorate the house. I had my own dressing room. It was bigger than my former room. It contained a two-storage wardrobe and a closet for more than 100 shoes. I felt like a princess in heaven. My mum had to sign a few papers for me to be able to life with Andy. On this occasion, I included a paper allowing me to get piercings wherever I wanted. My mum signed them all and a week later, I sat in Andy’s tattoo shop. While he was getting a tattoo, I got my piercings. Both nipples, my navel and my tongue. In addition, I got a bridge-, a septum- and a Christina-piercing. I was so proud, I stood in front of the mirror for hours, watching my body, sticking my tongue out. About half a year before that, I was disgusted to watch myself in the mirror. However, the person I saw in the mirror then had nothing to do with the pale, slightly overweight and insecure girl I used to be. In these few weeks, Andy had formed me into a woman. I wasn’t finished. My tattoo sketchbook was full and I wondered if there was enough space on my body to fit all those tattoos. I used the sunbed on a daily bases then and after I dyed my hair blue, my transformation was complete. Boys asked me out on a daily basis and when the end of the school year was near, I was a little sad. I enjoyed the attention people were giving me. Anna visited us very often. She joined us on some parties during the weekends. Andy got on well with Anna. They often mocked me. Especially, when Anna told a story about me before I had met Andy. It was embarrassing sometimes, but I knew Andy knew that he was the reason I was the girl I was then. At one of those parties, Anna met her girlfriend. She was a long-time friend of Andy and she was his age. At that moment, Anna understood how you could fall in love with a person 10 years older than oneself. We often went on double dates with Anna and Tanja. My mother and my sister also visited us regularly. First, they were shocked by my transformation. After a while, they got used to it and Cindy, my sister, always said she wanted to be like me. Andy felt sorry for them and wanted to pay for a bigger apartment, but my mother refused. He gave Cindy a present every time she was over and bought her heart like that. We sometimes even baby-sat her, when my mum had a date or something. Andy made Cindy laugh all the time, he was so good with c***dren. I imagined him being a great dad. We wanted to go to a tropical island for our summer holidays, but all countries I wanted to go and all hotels wanted my mum to come with me. That was unfair because I already had an adult with me. What we were able to do was going on a yacht and sailing across the sea. Andy organised the boat for us and we spend five weeks sailing across the sea, stopping at cities we wanted to see and enjoying life. On a warm summer evening, while being anchored in the harbour of a beautiful city, Andy said he felt something inside his belly. He urged me to have a look. I lubed my right arm and searched his insides. I was in shoulder deep, like I had been many times before. There was something in there indeed. It was a small box. I could hardly grab it, but managed to get it out. Andy turned around and I opened it. Inside was the most beautiful ring I had ever seen in my life. He didn’t even have to ask. I jumped at him, kissed him and shouted: “Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes, I want to marry you!” Tears ran down my face and I was hyperventilating. The ring fitted perfectly on my left ring finger. I looked at it the whole evening. I was so happy and distracted, I totally forgot to tell my mum and Anna.
A couple of weeks before Christmas, Andy asked what I wished for. I had hoped for that question. “I have a great idea. We spend the Christmas holidays in your cabin. And on Christmas eve, you will degrade and humiliate me like never before. I want to be completely broken afterwards.” Andy smiled and I could see in his eyes that he already knew what he was going to do with me. While signing the documents for me to move in with Andy, my mum also signed a contract where I discharge Andy from all responsibility towards me. He signed the same contract for me. These contracts ensure that we could not report each other for v******e. Of course, my mum didn’t read the contract, she wouldn’t have signed it then. She was sad that we won’t spend Christmas with her and my sister. We started our journey a day before Christmas, the car loaded like the first time we went to the cabin. The only difference this time was that almost half a year has gone by and I was not the same person I was back then. In the last couple of months, Andy and I spent a lot of time to train our bodies, physically and sexually. We sometime spend days, wandering from bed to the kitchen and back. Fucking, eating, fucking, eating and so on. That was all we did. After our engagement, our relationship was lifted to a new level. It felt like we were already married. We went on double dates with Anna and Tanja, played paint ball, went skydiving and so on. I felt like an adult women, except I had to go to school and still was only 15 years old. But my body had changed. I had become more athletic, my dark tan and blue hair were a great combo with the piercings and, of course, the constant anal fisting had formed my asshole into a well-trained fuckhole. Sadly, I wasn’t able to wear a G-string in public anymore, at least not at the lake, because my anal workouts had left some scars around my asshole. I had wanted it that way and it was totally worth it.
Waking up on Christmas morning, I smelled fresh coffee and waffles. Andy had prepared a delicious breakfast. It had snowed a lot during the night, so we went out and built a snowman. After we finished it, Andy rubbed a hand full of snow in my face. I shrieked and threw snow at him. Within moments, a snowball fight evolved and a few minutes later, we lay on the snow, both covered with the ice cold white powder. I pulled down Andy’s trouser, then mine, my ass touching the cold ground. We had sex and it formed a funny imprint in the snow. We spent the afternoon in front of the fire in the living room and fell asleep eventually. I had absolutely no idea what Andy had planned for us and I didn’t ask him. We didn’t have a play room like we had at home, so mainly the bathroom was used for this purpose. After dinner, Andy gave me his present. He told me to go to the bathroom with it and change. “Be back in five minutes here in the living room,” he told me. I went to the bathroom and unpacked my present. It was a black jump suit and a ski mask. I looked like a ninja. That was kind of cool. Back in the living room, it was dark, except for a flashlight with a note. “Look out for the clue.” I took the flashlight and wanted to switch on the light of the ceiling lamp. It didn’t work. I didn’t quite know what to do and wandered through the cabin, looking for clues with the flashlight. When I came in the bedroom, I saw something blinking in the corner. I looked at it and suddenly felt somebody standing behind me. Before I could turn around, huge arms seized me. A piece of fabric was pressed against my mouth and I fainted. When I woke up, I was sitting on a chair, tied up, a spotlight shining directly in my face. I heard footsteps behind me. Andy came around the chair and stood in front of me. He was wearing a police officer’s uniform. “Now look who we have here. Our little thief. Finally, I caught you. Let’s see who hides behind that mask.” He pulled the ski mask of my head. “Now who would have guessed that? A little girl. Does your mommy know where you are?” He leaned forward, his hand on the armrests. I spit in his face and screamed at him. He grabbed my throat and squeezed it. The blood supply to my brain was stopped in an instant. I spit again. He let go, only to slap me in the face. His right hand hit my left cheek, my head whirled around. I tasted blood in my mouth, turned my head back and spit blood in his face. He slapped me with his left hand and I spit at him again. When I thought he would slap me again, his hand formed a fist and hit me in the belly. I tensed my abs in the last moment, but the hit was too hard. It knocked the air out of me and I fell backwards, stilled tied to the chair. Andy sat me back up and revealed a big scissor form the table. He cut open my jump suit and removed it, leaving me naked. He took the Taser from his belt, placed it on my left breast and fired it. Bolts shot through my body and I winced. He did the same with the right breast and couple more places on my body. The permanent wincing caused my bladder to release its content. I constantly spit blood at Andy, his face was already covered with it. He untied me and grabbed my hair, pulling me towards the bathroom. I kicked and lashed about, but he was way too strong. In the bathroom, he tied me up again, the robe cutting deep in my flesh. I had never recognized the hook above the shower before. Now I knew what it was for. My arms tied together, connected to the hook via the robe, the robe fixed to the radiator. Andy pulled my arms up high, I had to stand on my toes. He wandered around me, looking at me. I kicked him, but he didn’t mind. He undressed himself and started the shower. Ice cold water burst out over my body. Then the first hit of the paddle touched my back. Andy stopped the shower and kept wandering around me. The paddle hit me from all sides. 50 hits was our standard number, but for this special occasion, Andy stretched it to 100. My whole body was shaking when he was done. He put his arms around me and dryfucked my ass. Before he came, he untied me and provided me with a huge facial. He rubbed the sperm all over my face and into my hair. “You are a dirty little girl. Let’s get you cleaned up. Open your mouth!” I didn’t open my mouth. “Open your mouth, I said!” I still didn’t open my mouth. He leaned forward, grabbing my jaw. I spit at him and smiled. He hit me in the face, this time with the outside of his hand. His wrist struck my nose. My head flew to the side and with it my whole body. It slammed into the wall. I lay on the cold floor in the shower, blood pouring out my mouth and nose. I felt the warmth of his pee sprinkling my body. He pulled me up and made me crawl out of the shower. He tied my arms to my legs, my ass high up in the air. I knew what was coming now. My favourite part. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, revealing my huge gape. I hardly felt the oil filling my rectum, lowing deep into my body. Andy’s hand crashed into the dark hole like a rocket. His hand went deeper and deeper. I felt my belly bulging, my rectum being stretched. His fingers almost touched my rib cage. He fucked me with his hand, moving it forward and backward, getting faster and faster. When he removed his hand, I pressed hard, catapulting my rectum out. Andy massaged the prolapse and pushed it back in. I wanted to push it out again, but his hand stopped it. He had formed it into a fist, pushing it through my loose asshole and pulling it out again. In and out, faster and faster, his hand still a fist. He punch fisted my asshole like it was a punching bag, dilating it with every punch. It felt so good and every time I wanted to push out my rectum, the fist came and pushed it back in. When he was finished, my asshole was hot and glowing. He left me there for a couple of minutes. He came back with a one-litre Cola bottle. We hadn’t tried it since the first time and I also thought it might be a good time to try it again. He untied me, lubed the bottle and it slipped in easily. But like the last time, it didn’t fit in completely without effort and after he pushed it in, the same piercing pain shot through my body. This time, Andy knew no mercy. He sat behind me, holding my arms, pushing down my legs with his. One of his hands was enough to hold my arms, so his right arm was free. He grabbed my throat and compressed it. Not just my breath, but also the blood supply to my brain was interrupted. Seconds before I fainted, Andy released his grip and let me breath. For about two seconds. Then he started over. My body tensed, but he was to strong. And every move of my upper body reminded me of the bottle inside my belly. I can’t remember much from the following minutes, the constant choking caused me to get dizzy. I blacked out eventually.
When I woke up the next morning, my body felt like I was run over by a truck at least ten times. I was lying in bed and it was already day. I wanted to move, but stopped immediately. Pain rushed through my body. I fell asleep again. I woke up again in the afternoon, my body still hurting. But I was able to get up. I looked at my arms and legs. Red weals around my wrists and ankles and across my whole body. I stood up and walked to the mirror. I was naked and could see everything. I smiled, almost laughed. My body was covered with weals and bruises. My face looked like it had an encounter with a bear. Cuts on the lips, bruises around the eyes and cheeks, both eyes blood-shot, the right eye swollen. Even my throat had strangulation marks. This is the best Christmas present I ever received. I staggered towards the living room. Andy was sitting on the couch, reading. He didn’t recognise me till I was in front of him. He smiled at me. I sat on his lap and kissed him. “Thank you for this wonderful present. Now I want to have sex!” We had sex more than ten times that day. Every time I passed a mirror, I waited a moment, looked at myself and giggled. We took lots of care of my wounds the following couple of days. I didn’t want to see my mother what had happened to me. In case she asked, I would say that I slipped and hit my head. But that only counted for my head, not my wrists and the rest of my body. The rest of the holidays consisted of having sex, sleeping and planning our wedding. We planned to marry on my 16th birthday. I think my mother secretly was happy to know I was getting married because she had a lot of trouble lately and me being married meant she was no longer responsible for me.
The last couple of months before our wedding went without any special happenings. We planned to marry in our garden and spend the honeymoon in the south at a warm, sandy beach. We only invited our closest friends to the ceremony and after a copious meal, Andy and I had sex for the first time as husband and wife. I was so happy and couldn’t imagine anything bad happening to us. Little did I know what the future had planned for us.
A couple of weeks before Christmas, Andy asked what I wished for. I had hoped for that question. “I have a great idea. We spend the Christmas holidays in your cabin. And on Christmas eve, you will degrade and humiliate me like never before. I want to be completely broken afterwards.” Andy smiled and I could see in his eyes that he already knew what he was going to do with me. While signing the documents for me to move in with Andy, my mum also signed a contract where I discharge Andy from all responsibility towards me. He signed the same contract for me. These contracts ensure that we could not report each other for v******e. Of course, my mum didn’t read the contract, she wouldn’t have signed it then. She was sad that we won’t spend Christmas with her and my sister. We started our journey a day before Christmas, the car loaded like the first time we went to the cabin. The only difference this time was that almost half a year has gone by and I was not the same person I was back then. In the last couple of months, Andy and I spent a lot of time to train our bodies, physically and sexually. We sometime spend days, wandering from bed to the kitchen and back. Fucking, eating, fucking, eating and so on. That was all we did. After our engagement, our relationship was lifted to a new level. It felt like we were already married. We went on double dates with Anna and Tanja, played paint ball, went skydiving and so on. I felt like an adult women, except I had to go to school and still was only 15 years old. But my body had changed. I had become more athletic, my dark tan and blue hair were a great combo with the piercings and, of course, the constant anal fisting had formed my asshole into a well-trained fuckhole. Sadly, I wasn’t able to wear a G-string in public anymore, at least not at the lake, because my anal workouts had left some scars around my asshole. I had wanted it that way and it was totally worth it.
Waking up on Christmas morning, I smelled fresh coffee and waffles. Andy had prepared a delicious breakfast. It had snowed a lot during the night, so we went out and built a snowman. After we finished it, Andy rubbed a hand full of snow in my face. I shrieked and threw snow at him. Within moments, a snowball fight evolved and a few minutes later, we lay on the snow, both covered with the ice cold white powder. I pulled down Andy’s trouser, then mine, my ass touching the cold ground. We had sex and it formed a funny imprint in the snow. We spent the afternoon in front of the fire in the living room and fell asleep eventually. I had absolutely no idea what Andy had planned for us and I didn’t ask him. We didn’t have a play room like we had at home, so mainly the bathroom was used for this purpose. After dinner, Andy gave me his present. He told me to go to the bathroom with it and change. “Be back in five minutes here in the living room,” he told me. I went to the bathroom and unpacked my present. It was a black jump suit and a ski mask. I looked like a ninja. That was kind of cool. Back in the living room, it was dark, except for a flashlight with a note. “Look out for the clue.” I took the flashlight and wanted to switch on the light of the ceiling lamp. It didn’t work. I didn’t quite know what to do and wandered through the cabin, looking for clues with the flashlight. When I came in the bedroom, I saw something blinking in the corner. I looked at it and suddenly felt somebody standing behind me. Before I could turn around, huge arms seized me. A piece of fabric was pressed against my mouth and I fainted. When I woke up, I was sitting on a chair, tied up, a spotlight shining directly in my face. I heard footsteps behind me. Andy came around the chair and stood in front of me. He was wearing a police officer’s uniform. “Now look who we have here. Our little thief. Finally, I caught you. Let’s see who hides behind that mask.” He pulled the ski mask of my head. “Now who would have guessed that? A little girl. Does your mommy know where you are?” He leaned forward, his hand on the armrests. I spit in his face and screamed at him. He grabbed my throat and squeezed it. The blood supply to my brain was stopped in an instant. I spit again. He let go, only to slap me in the face. His right hand hit my left cheek, my head whirled around. I tasted blood in my mouth, turned my head back and spit blood in his face. He slapped me with his left hand and I spit at him again. When I thought he would slap me again, his hand formed a fist and hit me in the belly. I tensed my abs in the last moment, but the hit was too hard. It knocked the air out of me and I fell backwards, stilled tied to the chair. Andy sat me back up and revealed a big scissor form the table. He cut open my jump suit and removed it, leaving me naked. He took the Taser from his belt, placed it on my left breast and fired it. Bolts shot through my body and I winced. He did the same with the right breast and couple more places on my body. The permanent wincing caused my bladder to release its content. I constantly spit blood at Andy, his face was already covered with it. He untied me and grabbed my hair, pulling me towards the bathroom. I kicked and lashed about, but he was way too strong. In the bathroom, he tied me up again, the robe cutting deep in my flesh. I had never recognized the hook above the shower before. Now I knew what it was for. My arms tied together, connected to the hook via the robe, the robe fixed to the radiator. Andy pulled my arms up high, I had to stand on my toes. He wandered around me, looking at me. I kicked him, but he didn’t mind. He undressed himself and started the shower. Ice cold water burst out over my body. Then the first hit of the paddle touched my back. Andy stopped the shower and kept wandering around me. The paddle hit me from all sides. 50 hits was our standard number, but for this special occasion, Andy stretched it to 100. My whole body was shaking when he was done. He put his arms around me and dryfucked my ass. Before he came, he untied me and provided me with a huge facial. He rubbed the sperm all over my face and into my hair. “You are a dirty little girl. Let’s get you cleaned up. Open your mouth!” I didn’t open my mouth. “Open your mouth, I said!” I still didn’t open my mouth. He leaned forward, grabbing my jaw. I spit at him and smiled. He hit me in the face, this time with the outside of his hand. His wrist struck my nose. My head flew to the side and with it my whole body. It slammed into the wall. I lay on the cold floor in the shower, blood pouring out my mouth and nose. I felt the warmth of his pee sprinkling my body. He pulled me up and made me crawl out of the shower. He tied my arms to my legs, my ass high up in the air. I knew what was coming now. My favourite part. He pulled my ass cheeks apart, revealing my huge gape. I hardly felt the oil filling my rectum, lowing deep into my body. Andy’s hand crashed into the dark hole like a rocket. His hand went deeper and deeper. I felt my belly bulging, my rectum being stretched. His fingers almost touched my rib cage. He fucked me with his hand, moving it forward and backward, getting faster and faster. When he removed his hand, I pressed hard, catapulting my rectum out. Andy massaged the prolapse and pushed it back in. I wanted to push it out again, but his hand stopped it. He had formed it into a fist, pushing it through my loose asshole and pulling it out again. In and out, faster and faster, his hand still a fist. He punch fisted my asshole like it was a punching bag, dilating it with every punch. It felt so good and every time I wanted to push out my rectum, the fist came and pushed it back in. When he was finished, my asshole was hot and glowing. He left me there for a couple of minutes. He came back with a one-litre Cola bottle. We hadn’t tried it since the first time and I also thought it might be a good time to try it again. He untied me, lubed the bottle and it slipped in easily. But like the last time, it didn’t fit in completely without effort and after he pushed it in, the same piercing pain shot through my body. This time, Andy knew no mercy. He sat behind me, holding my arms, pushing down my legs with his. One of his hands was enough to hold my arms, so his right arm was free. He grabbed my throat and compressed it. Not just my breath, but also the blood supply to my brain was interrupted. Seconds before I fainted, Andy released his grip and let me breath. For about two seconds. Then he started over. My body tensed, but he was to strong. And every move of my upper body reminded me of the bottle inside my belly. I can’t remember much from the following minutes, the constant choking caused me to get dizzy. I blacked out eventually.
When I woke up the next morning, my body felt like I was run over by a truck at least ten times. I was lying in bed and it was already day. I wanted to move, but stopped immediately. Pain rushed through my body. I fell asleep again. I woke up again in the afternoon, my body still hurting. But I was able to get up. I looked at my arms and legs. Red weals around my wrists and ankles and across my whole body. I stood up and walked to the mirror. I was naked and could see everything. I smiled, almost laughed. My body was covered with weals and bruises. My face looked like it had an encounter with a bear. Cuts on the lips, bruises around the eyes and cheeks, both eyes blood-shot, the right eye swollen. Even my throat had strangulation marks. This is the best Christmas present I ever received. I staggered towards the living room. Andy was sitting on the couch, reading. He didn’t recognise me till I was in front of him. He smiled at me. I sat on his lap and kissed him. “Thank you for this wonderful present. Now I want to have sex!” We had sex more than ten times that day. Every time I passed a mirror, I waited a moment, looked at myself and giggled. We took lots of care of my wounds the following couple of days. I didn’t want to see my mother what had happened to me. In case she asked, I would say that I slipped and hit my head. But that only counted for my head, not my wrists and the rest of my body. The rest of the holidays consisted of having sex, sleeping and planning our wedding. We planned to marry on my 16th birthday. I think my mother secretly was happy to know I was getting married because she had a lot of trouble lately and me being married meant she was no longer responsible for me.
The last couple of months before our wedding went without any special happenings. We planned to marry in our garden and spend the honeymoon in the south at a warm, sandy beach. We only invited our closest friends to the ceremony and after a copious meal, Andy and I had sex for the first time as husband and wife. I was so happy and couldn’t imagine anything bad happening to us. Little did I know what the future had planned for us.
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