From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Story: Girl Toy  g4   
      
   by Pedro Vila   
      
      
      
       My first visit to Berry's house since we were friends in school   
   surprised me.  He introduced me to a little girl, not more than three, who   
   couldn't speak.   
      
       She was pretty with her blue eyes and seemed happy as she ran around   
   naked.  It became evident after a few hours that she wasn't very sharp   
   mentally, but he seemed to love her and he took care of her with potty and   
   food and he gave her lots of kisses and hugs.   
      
       I figured that something had happened to her early, like an accident or   
   problem at birth.  I didn't ask about her much except to ask where her   
   mother was.  He'd said that she was long gone and he'd been entrusted with   
   the child's care for good.   
      
       I didn't remember her name and he always called her "Girl".   
      
       The next time I visited was a year later.  That's when I started to   
   realize that there was something funny with Berry and Girl.   
      
       Now, Berry was strange in the first place, so you have to understand how   
   funny he would have to act to become noticeable with our history.   
      
       I knew Berry during school.  We were outcasts and we had a common   
   interest: sexual depravity!  We collected many magazines and videos of   
   Tiawanese piercings, Mexican beastiality, Swedish underaged sex, German   
   scat, Japanese rape, and plain old American bondage and discipline.  We   
   also had tried some of these things with kinky people we would meet through   
   the sourses of those entertainment items.  That was back in school.   
   I was visiting still to trade new things I had found with pictures and   
   video tapes with him, as well as have him show me some new depravity I had   
      
   never seen.   
      
       While we were discussing our experiences, Girl was straddling a large   
   stuffed toy and seemed to be squirming over it.   
      
       While I was describing this twisted thing I had seen a hooker do with   
   pool balls and no hands, Berry got up and put Girls hand onto her ankles   
   and she held then behind her back.  My jaw dropped as her then grabbed her   
   waist and rubbed her body up and down over the stuffed toy until she   
   started to breathe harder.   
      
       He made her orgasm on the plush item and she shuddered in his big hands.   
   Then he sat back down as if nothing was wrong.   
      
       Now, mind you, I had seen things like that in pictures and movies but   
   there was something that felt odd about seeing it in real life.  Before, I   
   always felt detached and it was a simple, sometimes faceless thing   
   involving children.  But Girl was a real person who I had felt sorry for.   
   Part of me wanted to scream abuse.  The other part said it wasn't any of my   
   business, leave it alone.  Then there was this spark that had always been   
   with me that was attracted to depravity.   
      
       I left his house later with an odd feeling of ambivalence.   
      
       It would be two years before Berry and I would see each other again.   
      
       The furniture had changed.  The couch was replaced with a futon with   
   wooden railings and there were some hanging plants and strange art mobiles.   
      
       The biggest change was Girl.  She was still naked and she had slimmed   
   down some as well.   
      
       She had a ring poking out from between her legs which I saw now and then   
   as she crawled and rolled around the floor in simple mindless energy.   
      
       I had to ask Berry finally what was going on with her.  This is what he   
   told me.   
      
       "Girl is the daughter of an illegal immigrant who had been gang raped   
   savagely here.  The child inside her was just too much for her to bare.   
   Margo, that was her name I think, had tried to abort it through primitive   
   methods like drinking and drugs and even self inflicted physical abuse.  It   
   was during that abuse that I had met her.  You know, I wanted to watch a   
   pregnant woman take things up her body.  Only I thought it was for her   
   pleasure.   
      
       "I offered to take the child off her hands if it survived and give it a   
   chance at life.  I guess I had a moment of weakness.  You have to   
   understand that this woman would have surely killed the child herself,   
   maybe slowly.  She hated it that much.   
      
       "It was a home delivery with no actual complications and she split as   
   soon as she was able.  The girl appeared healthy and I didn't bother to   
   register her with any agency.  They would have taken her immediately, you   
   see, and I wasn't even sure if I was going to actually do this.  I think I   
   waited in case I could sell her quietly to some couple and make a few bucks   
   under the table.   
      
       "Well that was a hard year for me.  You know, taking care of a kid is   
   real hard work and in that year is when I discovered Girl's mental   
   problems. Who knows what it was that Margo did to cause it.  All I knew is   
   that my chances of selling her went to nill.   
      
       "It's not like she's retarded.  She understands some of the words and   
   she behaves herself as well as a pet.  It's not unlike having a dog, you   
   know.  And it's too late to make anybody aware of her existence.  After a   
   few years, I'd get in trouble for keeping her so long anyway.   
      
       "Well, not long before your first visit, I got this strange desire to   
   masturbate her.  It worked too.  Girl loved it.  She didn't know how to ask   
   for it though and it became understood by both of us that I would do it   
   whenever I felt like it only.  You know, she has no urge to even leave the   
   house?  No curiosity at all.  Just does what ever I say.   
      
       "I don't thing she has any vocal chords because she can't even scream or   
   grunt.  But the part that fascinates me is that she has no volition.  She   
   doesn't run from anything she doesn't like, she will do anything I tell   
   her, and has no self motivation about anything.   
      
       "It didn't take long for me to figure out what a unique opportunity that   
   I found myself with.  The perfect sex slave, and I could raise her to   
   become what ever I wanted her to be.   
      
       "Last year, while she was asleep, I pierced her little clit and it   
   wasn't too long after the initial discomfort to her that I found it   
   increased my control over her little orgasms."   
      
       Berry watched my face as I struggled with what he had been telling me.   
   Part of me was disgusted and part of me was turned on.  I had no idea what   
   to say.   
      
       He must have seen that last part in my eyes because he smiled then and   
   called Girl over to kneel in front of him.  He said, "She can take me in   
   her cunt and up her ass.  She doesn't struggle if you want to be rough.   
   I've even got down her throat once but she's missing her two front teeth   
   right now and the side teeth can scratch you a little.  Would you like to   
   fuck her?"   
      
       My breath caught.  I couldn't.  Could I?   
      
       "No one but me has ever had her and I think she should learn her place.   
   You would be her first outsider." Berry told me.  Then he talked to Girl.   
      
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