Chapter 6: Puella
Notes:
(There is some accidental plot at the beginning of this chapter but there is porn, I swear.)
[Kinks: EXTREMELY UNDERAGE, slavery, non-con/rape, urethral penetration, father/daughter, incest, Uncle/Nephew, M/f/m, Mm, Mf, oral sex, underage, mentions of castration, forced feminization]
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It was perfectly legal to purchase slaves that had been kidnapped from outside of the country (the most popular pleasure slaves to buy for personal use were the unwilling ones, the ones you could rape and train up yourselves.)
And while technically not legal, when it came to the paying mercenaries to go on kidnapping jobs, the law usually looked the other way. If one managed to actually get charged with something, there were many legal loopholes to get you out of it. This left most cases ending up dismissed or the defendant acquitted.
Hart had been carefully monitoring his ex-wife the day after his divorce, immediately hiring a private detective to observe her 24/7 and the detective reported back with any news of interest. He was glad that he had, because she had recently left the county and moved in with her sister, who lived in one of the backwards prudish countries that even hadn't (yet) legalized slavery. She left to keep her parents marrying her off yet again (Hart couldn't help but cheer for the man who had unknowingly escaped a horrible fate; being married to that woman had been hell.
It seemed she'd prefer to live as a frigid spinster than be in a comfortable marriage, so she fled north. The head of a household was completely in charge of his or her family; the title of paterfamilias or materfamilias going to the most wealthy or powerful individual in the married couple, which was her father. (The title was generally passed down to a son or daughter; something that Hart needed to eventually produce… and not enslave the next time time. He needed an heir; preferably a boy.)
His ex-wife had been seen constantly doting on her little nephew during her stay, so Hart had decided to have his detective start watching the boy as well.
James was a pretty little eight year old with the same short stature, slim form, pale skin and fiery red hair that Hart's ex-wife and Ada had (even though the witch had always dyed her hair blonde, gorgeous, but Hart preferred red hair. She had refused to stop lightening it.) The only real thing setting him apart from his aunt and cousin were the light spray of freckles that covered his body from head to toe and his eyes, which shone a bright bottle-green. He looked like he could be Ada's little brother.
Or little sister, he was so pretty.
After some time of thought, Hart had hired his own mercenaries and had given them his nephew's photograph and all the information that he had.
The boy had just arrived.
He had been taken from his yard yesterday without any fuss. The hired gun had been instructed to treat the boy well, and to tell him that his parents were sending him to visit his uncle because of an emergency trip. He would be told that there was no time to pack, and that his uncle would have clothes and plenty of toys for him at the man's home. He knew the boy wouldn't question it too much; his parents were frequently flying off on last minute business trips, leaving him to be watched by someone else. He would easily accept the situation as the truth.
Hart stood from his chair as James was brought into his study, escorted by William. The tall slave met Hart's eyes and nodded his head toward James with a grin and raised eyebrows. Hart frowned in mock disapproval at the crude (and correct) implication.
William's lecherous grin didn't fade, and he took one last look at James before going back to his duties, shutting the door behind him.
James stepped further into the sunny study, alone now with his uncle. He wasn't nervous as he looked around the room curiously. He either didn't notice the display of toys against one of the walls or hadn't understood it and dismissed it as unimportant. James finally turned toward his uncle, not quite meeting his eyes, shy. He waited for Hart to speak first.
"Hello, James," Hart smiled and crossed the room, drawing the boy into a hug without giving him any time to protest.
"Hi, Uncle Percy, James replied politely into the hug.
The man held James against him until the boy started to fidget. Hart rubbed his back once more and then freed him from the embrace. He guided him over to a chaise lounge with a hand on his back, sitting the boy next to himself, and draped an arm around the sloping back of the chaise lounge. He occasionally brushed his wrist or fingers against the back of James' neck, making sure to not do it frequently enough to make him uncomfortable.
"You know about your parents' trip, right?" Hart asked, serious but friendly.
"Yeah, but I don't know where they went," the boy spoke around his thumb as he chewed on his nail.
Hart gently pulled the boy's hand away from his lips, "none of that."
James nodded, chastised, and put his hands in his lap.
"Where your parents are isn't important. In fact, their trip isn't important at all; that's not why you're here. Your mother and father know about how poorly you've been doing in math and and writing. They're very disappointed. In fact, they don't want such a dumb and naughty boy as their son anymore," Hart informed the child gently, as if he was trying to lessen the blow.
Tears welled up in James' eyes and began to spill over, "no they didn't! I want my mom!"
"Of course they did, why else would you be here? But don't worry, you won't be here forever, I'll send you home," Hart began to pet the distressed boy's hair, "They don't want a stupid and naughty son like you, but a girl can be as stupid as they like, as long as they're pretty. And you're very pretty; so all we have to do is turn you from a naughty son into a well-behaved daughter. You'll stay here with me until the time comes when I've decided that you're now a proper girl and then you'll be allowed to go home."
Hart was lying blatantly and completely; the boy would never see his parents again. The child needed a reason to cooperate, however, and the prospect of going home was a classic. James sniffed and scrubbed at his face, "I don't want to be a girl, I'm a boy," he protested with a glare.
"I'm sorry, but you're not going to allowed to be be a boy for much longer. Your mom and dad already changed you to one legally to be a girl, so if I let you be a boy it would be against the law," he lied, "I'm going to make you into a girl tomorrow, so we'll be celebrating your last night as a boy tonight after Terra gives you a bath."
Terra was summoned into room and she took James' hand with a small, sad smile directed at the tearful boy, "come on, let's go get you cleaned up."
After they were out of earshot Hart called his daughter into the study as well. Ada entered a few minutes later. She was more at ease than she had been in the beginning, but was still timid, constantly dreading being violated. She flicked her eyes up to her father's face briefly, "you wanted to see me, Daddy?"
Hart nodded and made his way over to his desk, stopping to press a kiss to Ada's rosy lips as he passed, "I want you to see something," he sat in his desk chair and woke up the screen of his computer with a tap.
"Do you remember your cousin James?" he asked, pulling up a program.
Ada nodded; she remembered playing with a red headed toddler once when she was younger. The Harts had all flown to meet with his wife's family one year, but that was the only time she had really met him, "I think so."
"Good. Now," Hart turned to her steely, "I'm going to give your mother a call, and you are going to keep very, very, quiet and still. You are not to let her see you or know that you are here in any way, do you understand?" Hart met her eyes with his, deadly serious, "you do not want to make me punish you for disobeying me during this call."
Ada's lips parted in surprise, she was going to get to see and hear her mother! Her gut lurched. She hadn't forgiven her mother for agreeing to watch her be raped for money, but... she was still her mother, and she missed her. The girl bit her lip and nodded, standing stiffly in a spot behind the desk that allowed her to view the screen without appearing on camera herself.
Hart's call was answered almost immediately, "what do you want now?" a woman asked sharply as soon as the connection was made, glaring at the camera.
"Vanessa, you're looking well," Hart greeted cordially, ignoring his ex-wife's demand.
And she did look good; she was still relatively young at thirty four, having married Hart when she was only twenty. Her hair was bleached blonde like always, and Hart admitted that it did suit her. Ada really did take after her, Hart mused to himself. Vanessa's gaze hardened further.
Physically, at least.
Ada had to stop herself from jumping forward and throwing herself in front of the camera as her mother appeared on screen. Tears began running silently down her face as she watched her mother longingly.
"I said, 'what do you want?'" Vanessa repeated.
Hart folder his hands in front of him, "I understand that you are having a bit of a situation with your finances. Your father took most of it?"
"Your point? I'm busy, Percival." the woman could not make it more obvious that she loathed the man as she eyed him with total contempt.
"I have another proposition for you. I'll send you the same amount as before if you agree to watch again."
Vanessa visibly hesitated, "I really am busy."
Hart nodded in understanding, "ah, yes, little James. He's gone missing, hasn't he?"
"How do you know that?" her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Oh, because I bought him. I just stumbled into him at the slave market today. Strange, isn't it? What a small world," Hart grinned at her.
Ada's head whipped to look at her father in surprise. James was here? Her father had bought him?
Horror spread over Vanessa's face and her body sagged in her seat, "please don't."
"Calm down, I won't mistreat the boy," Hart told her, lip curled, "now, are you interested or not? He'll be here with me either way, and I'm going to play with him even if you turn down my offer, so you might as well."
Vanessa was in tears, but she bit her lip and considered.
Ada held her breath, waiting for her mother to respond.
After a long minute the woman looked up, "fine. I'll do it."
Ada couldn't help but let out a little cry of dismay at her mother's agreement to watch her nephew be molested, just like she had watched her. She immediately clasped her hands over her mouth after she realized what she had done, looking at her father in horror.
Hart laughed, "well, I suppose the cat's out of the bag," he turned the screen slightly, adjusting the camera in order to include Ada in the picture as well, "now she knows how much you care about her nephew."
Vanessa's eyes widened with shock, and she practically lept forward towards her screen, "Ada! Ada I'm so sorry, I-"
Hart muted the feed and told Ada that she even though she had to be punished for disobeying him, she had done well for quite some time, and so she could go rest for now.
Ada hesitated and didn't move.
"Yes?" prompted, intrigued.
"I hate her, Daddy. Can I get back at Mom too... please?" Ada asked bravely, straightened herself and eyeing her silenced mother with narrowed eyes.
Hart laughed again, delighted. Ada had essentially just asked to molest her own cousin. The man was left incredibly amused as well as aroused by her declaration, and so he nodded, smiling, "of course you can, baby girl."
Hart tapped the screen again and Vanessa disappeared, the screen going black. He rose from his chair and ran a hand down Ada's back, stopping to rest it on the swell of her ass for a moment, "James is probably done with his bath by now."
He gave her ass a little slap.
James was waiting on the bed, completely nude, when Hart and Ada walked in, "Terra wouldn't give me back my clothes," the boy explained, gawking at Ada's body, which was completely visible under her sheer gown. He had never seen real boobs before (other than his mom's, but those didn't count.)
Hart smiled, "that's okay, none of us will be needing clothes right now. Ada and I will take ours off too, so that you don't feel embarrassed," he nodded to Ada and brought his hands up to begin unbuttoning his dress shirt.
He checked his phone quickly before folding up his pants and lying them neatly on a chair, making sure that the recording of the room had started and was being viewed, "the feed is live now, your mother is watching," Hart informed the girl and nodded to one of the cameras.
He always recorded his more extreme adventures for prosperity, watching them in bed sometimes while Puppy lapped at his cock. There were enough cameras to cover the room from many different angles, placed strategically around the room in order to get the best shots. It wasn't uncommon for his rooms to have cameras, nearly all of them did, at least for security purposes.
The little boy avidly watched Ada disrobe, glancing away whenever she looked back at him. Once they were all naked, Hart moved to sit on the bed with James, motioning for Ada to do the same. He smiled, "since this is your last night as a boy, we're going to have some fun with your penis. You won't be needing it anymore after tonight so we'll be saying 'goodbye.'"
James couldn't make sense of what his uncle meant, and it showed on his face. Hart put the boy in a prone position, lying him down in the middle of the bed, "greet your cousin, Ada, give him a kiss."
Ada's eyes flickered up to meet Hart's briefly and then bent down to press her lips to her cousin's. The kiss lingered too long to be chaste, but not long enough as to make the boy too perplexed.
"have you even made yourself feel good with your penis, James?" Hart asked as he watched them.
The boy shook his head, not entirely understanding what that meant; James hadn't discovered how to play with himself yet and he was schooled privately at home, meaning that he was left unexposed to the things little boys might talk about together. This had left him very innocent as well as gullible. It was perfect.
Hart removed James' small hands from where he had been trying to cover himself and continued, "well, we'll just have to show you how nice it, so that you can have those good memories. After tomorrow morning you'll only be coming from being fucked up your pussy, just like a good girl should."
Hart was taking the boy into surgery early in the morning in order to fully castrate his penis and testicles. He was curious to see if he could train to boy to be able to rely solely on prostate stimulation, and if he could make him consistently able to cum from nothing but being fucked up the ass.
But for now..."Go ahead, Ada, show him how good his dick can feel."
Ada's blue eyes snapped to her father's, "you want me to?"
Hart nodded, gesturing impatiently at James' crotch. Ada let herself take a closer look at the tiny cock as she reached out. His dick was a barely there nub with a small, empty, crinkled scrotum; his balls were still tucked inside, out of the way. She reached forward and covered the tiny dick in her fingers, lightly stroking. She had never touched another cock before now.
(Piper's giant clit didn't count as a dick, not really.)
James' brow wrinkled in confusion as her fingers wrapped tighter around him, "what are you doing?"
Hart ran his fingers through the child's short hair, "she's making you feel good," he told him gently and looked at Ada, "what do you think about being fucked, Ada?"
"...Its- its fun. Sometimes it's scary but it can feel really amazing, so don't worry," she gripped him tighter and moved her hand up and down, causing him to take in a sharp breath.
"Oh!" he wondered, looking at his own dick like it had been keeping a secret from him his whole life, completely blown away.
Hart interrupted Ada's ministrations, "It's his last day as a boy, Ada, be nice. Suck him."
Ada carefully avoided looking James in the face as she lowered until she was level with his crotch. She opened her lips and took him in all at once; he was barely a mouthful. James started jerking harder as she began to suck, letting out a constant melody of " oh oh oh! s as his little member started to rapidly fill and harden.
James tensed not a minute later, his legs spasming and his hands flying to his face as he experienced his first orgasm. The little boy's hands hovered above him, his fingers clenching and grasping at nothing desperately as he let out a startled cry.
Because he was coming dry, James' orgasm rolled over him in a large wave that seemed to last an eternity to him, cresting and then slowly ebbing. James' chest heaved and he stared down as his still hard dick in shock and disbelief as he came down.
Ada had sat up again and used her tongue to moisten her lips, watching her father and waiting for further instructions.
"Did you enjoy having Ada suck your little cock?" Hart inquired, reaching into one of the bedside table's drawers and pulling out a sleek black case.
"Um," James wiggled, trying to see what was in the case, "yeah. It felt weird, though, like I melted and got all fuzzy."
They boy curiously reached down to take himself in hand and Hart let him touch himself, watching as the little boy clumsily began getting himself himself off; mostly by just pressing his palm against his dick while he ground his hips in jerky motions.
The man opened the case with a click, getting James' attention. He wrinkled his brow in confusion at the long thin steel rods that his uncle produced, slowing in the humping of his hand. Hart held one up for him, "this is Ada's favorite game. Tell James what you like about it, so that he's not scared."
Ada looked away from the case of sounds and back toward her cousin, "it feels really good when it goes inside. It's- It's amazingly good. Um, it's really sensitive in there and it might sting a little at first but it's okay, it gets better," the girl assured.
James stared at her, uncomprehending, before turning to look at Hart for an explanation. Hart smiled and translated, "she means that it feels really good when I put one of these in her pee hole."
The boy looked down at his cock in alarm, grabbing it and eyeing the little mouth at the end of his dick, "no, it won't fit! And it'll hurt."
Hart had already finished slicking up the smallest sound by the time he had finished protesting, "Ada, help me hold him, he's not going to hold still."
Ada moved to kneel by James' head and took hold of his shoulders, pressing the boy firmly to the bed with a quiet "sorry."
Hart grabbed the resisting boy's legs and held on until he settled back into the mattress, crying, "I don't want to, please Uncle Percy!"
The man ignored him and took a hold of the boy's dick, pressing the rounded tip of a small syringe into his urethra gently, making James gasp at the stretch and again at the sudden feeling of cool lube being injected directly inside of his pee hole immediately after. The syringe was quickly replaced with the prepared sound, the slim tip of the probe teasing against the little boy's urethra. The sound, even as small as it was, still looked huge against the tiny opening and Ada couldn't imagine how it could possibly fit inside.
"Here we go," Hart warned him and tilted the boy's little cock at an angle.
He placed the sound against the little hole and pressed it inward, firm but gentle. James began to struggle again, tears staining his face, " no no no no no!"
The tip of the probe suddenly pushed through the resistance. The boy shrieked and immediately stopped thrashing in their grip, his whole body frozen with tension. The sound slid in the rest of the way in easily, bottoming out almost immediately inside of his tiny cock.
James gurgled as the burning stretch became his entire existence, leaving dazed. His mind becoming empty, unable to know anything beyond the overwhelming sensation. In truth, he couldn't even tell if it all only felt bad. There was something underneath the stinging pain that was making him feel strange. Good.
He slowly realized that something was moving inside of him. He snapped back into himself and craned his neck to look down to where his uncle was slowly feeding the sound up into his tiny one inch erection. Hart smiled at him proudly, "you got hard again," the man told him, amusement in his voice, "if you love huge things being shoved in your cock, I bet you'll love having them in your ass, too."
The sound bottomed out and he began removing it again in a slow drag, causing James to let out several high pitched noises of pleasure-pain. Ada was watching the whole thing, face flushed and eyes fascinated.
"Would you like to try?" Hart asked the girl.
She hesitated before making herself say, "Yes please, Daddy. Thank- thank you for letting me have a turn."
Terra had been helping Ada get better at talking sexy, but she spoke softly, unsure of herself and worried about messing up. She was also still embarrassed to say a lot of the words and expressions required, and so she tended to shyly trip over them.
She reached out hesitantly and took over, taking the sound. She started slowly pumping the probe in and out of the tiny dick, careful, stopping to rotate the sound while it was at its deepest. He let out a high pitched whine as it rubbed at his sensitive insides.
She fucked him harder and realized with distress that her sex had begun throbbing in between her legs. She shifted and pressed her thighs together, swirling the sound slightly, and tried to will her arousal away. The tip pressed and stroked his prostate from inside of his urethra over and over, and James began to babble and writhe on the bed. Hart pressed him back down in order to prevent him for hurting himself, holding him there firmly as Ada played with him. She was no longer as reluctant as she fucked the boy, and Hart noticed, that she was starting to enjoy herself. He regarded her with a small grin that went unnoticed by the girl.
Ada rocked her hips in place, frustrated, when the boy let out a wail and came again. She looked up at her father questioningly, and he nodded in permission. The girl nodded back and continued her motions, fucking James at a fast pace. He shrieked and screamed, his pretty face and chest flushed red with exertion. Two minutes went by and he came again, but Hart still didn't signal for Ada to stop.
By the fifth orgasm James didn't have the strength to fight any longer, even past begging. He lied limply as his uncle (who had switched places with Ada two orgasms ago) held a vibrating sound inside his dick, making him twitch and moan pathetically as the man rocked it mercilessly back and forth into his prostate. He came for the sixth time with a weak convulsion and a pained sob.
Ada had been instructed to play with herself as she watched, and so she pumped the large musical ball at the end of her decorative plug in and out of her own urethra, her breath hitching each time it passed over her clit. She had come once already but was still forced to gingerly masturbate.
Hart decided to grant the child mercy, pulling the sound free from James' abused cock. Lube dribbled from the tip, his hole still gaped wide.
James muttered something and tried to close his legs, completely tired out. Hart caught his legs gently and chuckled, "I think we broke him. We should let him sleep, he has a big day tomorrow."
The boy's eyes fluttered shut, too heavy to stay open. He was completely exhausted down to his very core, and his body was left in a completely relaxed; it felt like he was floating, content.
He fell asleep immediately. Hart pushed Ada down until she was completely on her back and climbed on top of her. James was so tired that he didn't wake even when the man began fucking her directly next to his prone form.
Once the father and daughter had both sated themselves with each other, Hart cut the live feed to Vanessa. He put James under the covers and got settled in bed with Ada, who slipped in to the left of James, which left Hart free to press up against his nephew's back. He tucked his soft cock against the boy's cheeks and fell slowly and deeply asleep, eager for the following day.