#Abuse #Rape #Teen
First chapter in the new series continuing Elara’s story. TW: Abuse, Emotional Trauma, Humiliation, Rape, Swallowing, Violence
“You look good, Elara. A bit messy now that you’ve ruined your lipstick, but that is okay. I hope you like the clothes I picked out for you, but you’ll get used to it either way.” Crane took Elara by her hand and led her through the house. Elara thought she had been everywhere, that was until he showed her a special painting with a secret door behind it. “You see, Elara, just like us, this house has secrets. You can never go into this room alone, you’re not even permitted going into it… yet.”, he calmly explained. “See, behind this door is a special place, for truly special girls, like you aspire to be one day. To enter it, you have to earn it. Consider this, as long as you’re not permitted in that room, you’re not perfect yet. You have a way to go, but I believe you have what it takes to become a special little girl. For now we go back to the bedroom, and I will teach you some manners.”
Elara opened her mouth to say something, but Crane cut her off, “-ah, the first rule is, to speak only when permitted to. If you speak, you’ll look down at my feet while doing so and end every sentence with ‘sir’. Nod if you understand.”
She stopped for a moment and her thoughts were racing again. Why can’t she speak freely anymore? Surely, becoming perfect isn’t becoming silent? But she knew better than to speak up. A calming breeze settled over her as she realized she simply needed to follow commands. No need to think too much, here she was accepted, cherished and loved. Elara simply nodded.
Crane studied Elara’s expression with a cold demeanor, happy she took her first lesson in grace well. “Kneel”, Crane said, followed by “crawl behind me, look at my feet and come.” As if zoned out she complied, kneeling down, the short skirt-like dress exposing her bare ass. Soon, guided by his footsteps she found herself in Crane’s bedroom again, the soft carpet cushioning her knees.. Her breath trembled with anticipation. “Kneel again. Spread your legs. Eyes down. Straighten your back” came the commands. Slowly and deliberately she obeyed. “Straighten your back, hands behind your back. Puff out that chest. Drop your shoulders.” Elara assumed the position dictated by the pervert’s words. She felt a cold hard object, perhaps a ruler of some sort, correcting her position till she sat exactly as Crane wanted. “Remember this position Elara. It is your most pure and valuable offering of submission. This pose is called ‘Inspection’, you will learn it, repeat it, become it. You may speak to answer.” Elara took a deep breath and said:” Yes, sir.”
Pleased with Elara but sparse with too much praise, Crane intended her to hunger for approval. The child in whore’s clothing knelt before him and he felt true happiness. “See Elara, you’re offering your body, mind and soul to me. A special little girl in training. Strive for perfection and follow my commands and you’ll see what pleasure you can bring – and earn.”
Elara nodded. “To be a good submissive, a perfect special little girl, as I like to call them, is a lot of work – mentally, emotionally, and sexually. I believe you are up for the challenge. So remember to always show that you truly desire to be owned. It will not be simple, but if I sense you aren’t committed, I will not teach you further. This means, no coming back. Do you understand that?”
She shed quiet tears. To be owned, now, he said. To serve sexually. She felt humiliated. She knew he loved her. And she loved him. This was her life now, reduced to servitude, or perhaps elevated. She wasn’t sure yet. For a moment she thought back to warmer days with him but they were rare now. All she had to do was please him. I can do it, she thought.
“Oh don’t cry, little one. Good girls only cry when given a reason to”, Crane stated. “A thirteen year old girl won’t cry for being useful, cherished and heard does it? No it doesn’t and for a submissive, it’s not befitting to shed tears at her position, unless they’re of joy. Are yours’ tears of joy?”
She took a moment to compose herself before shaking her head. Taking a few deep breaths and she managed to calm down.
“Brrravo”, he rolled, “now you must always strive to please your master, physically and sexually. Master, that’s another word for me – though I prefer ‘tutor’. This means that you have to give up the rest of your own personal freedoms and preferences. I dictate what you wear for example, but more about that later. Next up, I suppose is for you to conduct yourself in a respectful manner at all times. To not overburden you, we will begin this dynamic only during your stays at my place. The fourth rule to remember is that you exist to make me happy and my life easier, not harder. So think, before you act, especially when we’re not together. One last fifth rule for the day: Obey the rules to the best of your ability, but if discipline is in order, take it willingly and with pride. These are the key rules. There are more, but we do not want to overburden you.
Elara’s head reeled. That was a lot to take in and she didn’t even understand the meaning of half of it. Her knees began hurting and Crane noticed. “Nu-uh, don’t give up yet. Stay in this position, close your eyes and open your mouth, little one.” Elara complied, not knowing what came next would humiliate her greater, than the previous night’s rape ever could.
Crane admired the child before him. So eager for approval and acceptance. Elara heard him unzip his pants, yet unaware of its implication. He took out this cock. To most women it was neither big, nor small, but to the children who had it in their mouth, ass or cunt, it was huge. Huge and veiny, but definitely aesthetically pleasing if you could call it that. Crane took great pride in the tool he got equipped with, clean and uncut, a sizable handful. It looked all the bigger when he shoved it down their throat. And that’s what he did. Slowly though, knowing she never had sucked cock, and eager not to hurt himself, he dipped it against her lips. Elara recoiled for a moment, almost losing balance, as she took in his musky aroma. Clean aside the precum, he thought. Slowly, he tapped it against her lips which she instinctively had closed again. The messy red lipstick mixed with his sticky precum and coalesced into a slimy wetness. Slowly, increasing pressure between each bump, he forced her mouth open again and slid in the tip of his cock. “That’s it, little one. Open your mouth for my cock, close those beautiful kiddie lips, suck on it like the little whore you are! Open wide, I do not want to feel any teeth!”, he thundered. The sudden change in demeanor had Elara’s heart racing. She opened as wide as she could and fought the ever increasing gag reflex. At first it tasted disgusting. And so it did for a long time after. She used her lips to create a seal and didn’t know much better than to suck as if her life depended on it. He began moving in and out of her mouth, creating a popping sound each time as he slowly fucked the kid’s mouth.
“Now breathe, through your nose.” Crane guided. He paused for several moments while she tried to adjust the way she breathed while receiving facefucking from his dick. Elara struggled desperately trying not to throw up, while trying to accept every inch pushed inside. She started moaning slightly, mostly due to panic but also because the pain in her jaws was building up along with tension from the fear. Each sloppy thrust sounded loud and nasty while making her gag repeatedly. As Crane picked up the pace, his balls began slapping against her youthful chin. Te salty taste filled her nostrils and he went deeper and faster until reaching almost full penetration. His grip tightened around her hair as she started choking and crying. “I hope you’ll learn how to enjoy that sooner rather than later. You might become fond of doing it”, he suggested mockingly.
While still holding her, tightly enough to cause discomfort, he pulled back just enough to allow air in her lungs. But once he made sure that she stopped breathing in and held onto her neck firmly once more, he jammed it inside again, forcing her to swallow him whole, or cough it out, which resulted in his pleasure. Once there, he began fucking his toy intensely and hardcore, using her hair to control her movements. Few minutes passed before finally pushing his dick right where it should go, deep into her throat. In return for her efforts Elara received some praise. “You see little one, you are naturally good at something. You’re a born cock sucking slut” Crane explained, chuckling as he watched his young student stuttering and coughing around him helplessly.
He removed her mouth from his pole. “Spread those cheeks apart!” he commanded, while pointing at her ass . She gasped for breath. “Look up. Hold your breath.” he ordered while placing one hand on her skull. Aware of his grip and position above him, she obeyed without question. “Lick my balls clean, Elara!”. Licking them was no problem, however swallowing the thick layer of drool left on them seemed impossible. After several tries he encouraged her; “Try really hard, slut!” and smacked her across her face. With tears streaming down her reddened cheekbones, the terrified young girl let go of her asscheeks, trying to push him away. Elara wasn’t really thinking, not resisting even. It was a natural reaction to the humiliation. Crane though, her threw her onto her back on the bed and pinned her wrists to the side. Just like the last night and the memory of rape flooded her being. “Keep your hands where they are and look at me.” She opened her eyes, their gazes meeting, staring into each other’s souls. Not thinking beyond resistance he lifted her hips upwards while holding his cock with the other hand. As soon as he entered, he thrust deeply and his dick glided in. Elara was surprisingly wet. She loves being taken, Crane thought. The girl didn’t know that yet. In this moment she wanted nothing more than for it to stop. He pushed his dick even farther within and waited. When she released a sob, signaling complete defeat and surrender, he withdrew his cock completely before inserting it again. “Be glad we are barebacking, babygirl.” He whispered gently stroking her belly comforting her briefly, before returning with forceful pounding on top of her squirming frame. The sexual frustration quickly mounted as her body screamed with need. Every time it happened, his grip became tighter. Without warning, he changed direction midstroke shifting to hit her sensitive spot hidden up her cunt. This caused an intense wave of contractions hitting deep inside her and sending searing waves across her childish body. Her muscles clamped involuntarily around his cock, as Elaras first real orgasm surged through her petite frame. The intensity ecstatic feeling instantly rewired her brain. However, unlike adult pussies, her untrained child cunt wasn’t nearly capable of generating a significant amount of pressure to satiate his needs. Knowing it, the sadistic tutor wouldn’t settle for anything less than maximum intensity. She cried in pure desperation of being fucked from one orgasm to the next. Sensing the emotional exhaustion setting in and her stamina fading he switched positions again allowing her to rest while maintaining the connection by simply rubbing himself and cumming on her face. “Good job sweetheart, that’s a job well done.”
Elara laid there for hours later, she never felt this good, bad, dirty, humiliated, loved and useful at the same time. She was his, she wanted this and soon she would need it. The thoughts coursed through young Elara’s brain and with realization came acceptance. She licked his disgusting cum off her face and offered her body, truly willingly, finally ready.
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