Date: Tue,  4 Aug 2009 21:02:38 +0200 (CEST)
From: trevormaytum <trevor@maytum.fsnet.co.uk>
Subject: SEDUCTION OF AN INNOCENT Chapter Three

Continuing the adventures of Becky and her transformation into slave at the
hands of her salacious Aunt Kate...


		    BECKY AND AUNT KATE (Chapter Three)


Becky behaved perfectly while I shaved her. I could not have asked for
more.
  "Do you understand why I'm doing this?" I said, drawing the razor across
the top of her pubic `V' for the first time. Her silken hairs felt like
damp moss on a hillside in spring, now softened further by the soap and
water. They came away easily and cleanly and I watched the honey-brown
fibres swirl away from the razor-head when I dipped it in the water after
each harvest.
  "Yes, I think so."
  "What do you understand it to mean, Becky? Can you explain to me?"
 She sniffed and nodded, wiping a stray tear from her eye. "Is it because I
am to belong to you and you alone, and this is a kind of symbolic
initiation where I give myself over to you completely?"
  "Very good, Becky, excellent! I could not have put it better myself. You
have understood perfectly your new status. This important procedure will
confirm your position in relation to your mistress. It will help
consolidate our special relationship."  When I had finished shaving her I
bathed the red rawness around her vagina with cotton wool infused with a
mild disinfectant. I held her against me with an arm locked around her
waist and the cotton wad pressed firm against the newly shorn flesh of her
pubic mound. The sting took her breath away. She gave a small inward cry,
almost a sigh. I held her tight against me until she adjusted to the pain
and until I felt the defensive tension leave her body.  Then I relaxed my
hold and lovingly soothed her tender pubis with butterfly-light dabs until
all was reasonably sanitised.
   When I had finished her vaginal ablutions and after-care I kissed her
tenderly, feeling the small bruise on her bottom lip with the tip of my
tongue where I had bitten her earlier. There was no taste of blood now,
although I considered re-opening the wound, but that would have been too
cruel. I then took her by the hand and led her through to the bedroom where
everything was ready.
  "Stand beside the bed, Becky."  She looked around her. The curtains were
drawn closed and a small lamp glowed on a bedside table either side of the
double bed. I allowed her to take in the subdued but gently threatening
atmosphere of the room. I had managed to create a dark but sensual feel
with my improvised props and I silently congratulated myself on the success
of my efforts.  She gazed at the bed, her eyes alighting on the
flesh-coloured satin bedcover embossed with a floral pattern, and the four
black satin ribbons tied loosely at each corner of the bed. I stroked the
back of her neck and she shivered at my touch. But it was not cold in that
room. I feasted my eyes over her virginal, unmarked flesh, noting the
jutting attitude of her impudent bottom in sharp contrast to the valley
that was the small of her tanned back. My hands trembled with a pent-up
energy, the like of which I had never known before. It was indeed a very
special moment.  Never again would she be the embodiment of
innocence. Never again would she be the same person as now. Never again
would she just be my sweet little niece, and briefly a vision came to me, a
distant memory of me pushing her to-and-fro on a playground swing and she
turning to look at me, a wide gap in her gleeful smile where her milk teeth
had once been, and I had thought even then that the day would come when she
would be mine. My dream had come to fruition and the long wait had been
worthwhile.  All was ready for the major part of Becky's conversion, and it
was high time I executed my salacious plan to the full.
  "Turn around." I said, rather brusquely helping her to do so with a firm
hand on her shoulder. My tone had become distinctly cooler. Any future
endearments would be saved for afterwards, when I would have to soothe and
placate her following her conversion.
   I drew her to me so that my breasts (which were still enclosed) pressed
into her bare back. I could feel the warmth of her splendid bottom against
my crotch. We were the same height and perfectly contoured to each other. I
played with her breasts, fairly roughly, squeezing, pulling at her nipples,
pinching, rolling. I heard her sharp intake of breath and felt her back
arch away in natural reflex. But I held on and drew her close again.
  "Do you like it?" I said, twisting her nipples as if tuning an old radio
set.
  "I think so, Aunt Kate. It hurts a little."
  "Good. I want you to come to terms with any pain you feel. I want you to
embrace it, to love it."
  "I'll try."
  "I know you will. You won't let me down." And here I pinched both
nipples, with varying degrees of pressure. They felt plump between my
forefinger and thumb. She made a subdued little squeal, followed by a sigh
of what sounded like pleasure. "Good girl, see how much you can take for
me."
   Then I led her over to the full-length mirror. I was still behind her,
still playing with her breasts, kneading, teasing, pinching. Her eyes were
closed, her breathing now ragged.
  "Open your eyes, Becky. Watch what I'm doing to you. See the marks
appearing, observe how dark your nipples have become."
   Her eyes fluttered open. My chin was on her shoulder, our faces side by
side, looking into the mirror. I could smell her sweet breath. "You are
very beautiful, Becky. Perfect! Almost too perfect in fact. And that's what
makes it such a pleasure to mark you for my own, and then to steal from
you, to deprive you of such supreme innocence and beauty that is at the
moment yours alone. Your beauty, your innocence, your pureness will empower
me. I will drink it in, devour it in the way that a vampire feeds on the
blood of its victim do draw new life and strength."
   I gave her a peck on the cheek. "I want you to understand how it is,
that's all. Do you love me Becky?"
  "Of course, Aunt Kate... more than anything in the world."
  "You will have to prove it. I require you to demonstrate your love to me
by your willingness to accept pain."
  "I will if I can, of course I will."
  "Let me hear you say it first." I began menacing her nipples again, which
by now must have been getting rather tender. "Say, I love you more than
anything in the world, Aunt Kate. And will do anything to prove it."
   This she did, word for word and with perfect diction. I kissed her
again.
  "Do you love me too, Aunt Kate?"
  "You will have to earn my love and respect first, Becky, but I'm sure
you'll succeed. You're doing just fine."
  "I want to, I really want to. But I'm afraid of being hurt, of not being
able to take what you require of me."
  "There's no need, Becky. The pain I bring upon you will never be more
than you can stand, I promise you."
  "Why do you have to hurt me at all? Why isn't it enough to just kiss,
make-out and stuff?"
  "I have to know that you are worthy, worthy of your mistress's love."
   I didn't dare mention the sheer sadistic delight I obtained from
performing gratuitous torture upon another female.
  "Okay then."
  "Good. All you have to do is accept everything I do to you as good."
                 "Yes, I do accept it."


		     (to be continued in Chapter Four)