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 The Magic Childslave Schoolbus, Chapter 02, Mg By Jack B Pink
(jack.b.pink@yandex.com) http://www.asstr.org/~JackBPink/
Codes: Mg (10), slave, nc
Please be aware that this story describes, in erotic detail, sexual
interactions between males and between adults and minors (both over and
under 14).  The author vehemently discourages and condemns any sort of
adult-child abuse including sexual abuse - even if all parties involved are
"consenting" at the time.  Seriously.  It's not worth destroying a child's

life to get off.  Just read these harmless stories.

   This story is meant solely for entertainment purposes, not instruction.
Please do yourself a favor and DON'T harm or abuse any real children.

   The characters and events depicted in this story are completely
fabrications and in no way relate to real people or real events.  Any
appearance of similarity to real persons or events is completely
coincidental.

   ***I thrive on feedback.  If you enjoy this or any of my other stories,
I'd love to hear from you.  If I made you cum, let me know (consider it
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   - Chapter 2: Emily

   Colin Stevens snuffed out his cigarette as the dark car pulled up next
to his.  They were in the middle of a quiet thicket in a wildlife preserve
somewhere in northern South Africa.  Colin got out of his car and crossed
his arms.  He knew he was an imposing figure.  In fact, he counted on it
during his business deals like this one.  Six months ago, Colin retired
from South Africa's pro wrestling league, a three times champion.  He was
big, bulky, and muscular.

   You couldn't get rich by wrestling, but you made lots of interesting
contacts.  If you were wise with your winnings and your network of fans,
you could become very rich.  A few other top wrestlers went in with Colin
on a small rare mineral mine.  It was risky-nobody but the Chinese knew how
to properly mine bulanthium.  But a few months ago it paid off big.  A
Chinese government firm bought the mine for an impressive amount of money.
While the other wrestlers sold out their ownership, Colin kept a sliver. 
The advice of a financial expert and a fan.  He still got a nice lump of
cash, but he also had a steady income so he felt safe splurging on his new
millions.  He bought a modest, but nice house in a private remote location,
a few acres of grazing land that he turned private, he funded a supply of
clean water for a nearby village (thus protecting himself from too much
official scrutiny).  He also bought this.

   The tall man stepped out of the car, dragging a little blonde white girl
with him.  Her wrists were tied and her mouth gagged.  Her blue eyes rimmed
red, and her cheeks splotchy with irritation.  The tall man must have just
wiped up her face.  She'd been crying.  The little blonde white girl wore a
loose sleeveless blouse, high heels and a tight, pink mini skirt that came
to just below her crotch.  She looked like a whore.  Colin surveyed her,
ten year old Emily, according to the descriptions when he bought her.

   The tall man pulled her up to Colin.  "Do you have the final payment?"
he said without preamble.

   "Right here," Colin held up a bag.  The tall man reached out for it and
Colin snatched his hand and the bag back, "I need to know she is
untouched."

   "I can assure you-" the tall man began before Colin cut him off.

   "Your assurances are nothing.  It is a lot of money, and it is very
important to me that I am her first.  I don't want AIDS."

   The tall man sucked his lips for a moment and studied Colin
indecisively. Finally, "Very well."

   Grinning in glee, and with no modesty, Colin Stevens dropped his pants.
His thick, eight inch uncut pens sprung free and hard.  It was a thick five
inches in diameter.  The tall man whistled with respect, and the girl,
Emily gasped behind her gag, clearly never seeing something like that. 
Still, Colin had to be sure.  This was a big investment, of course.

   Without warning, he grabbed Emily, and shoved her onto the hood of his
car.  She was to stunned to react as he spread her legs wide.  Her white as
snow panties snuggled into her sex, giving Colin a hint at her immature
labias as a camel toe.  He pulled the panties to one side and gazed at her
tight crevasse, no hint of hair or maturing lips.  Just ripe preteen
snatch. Colin spit on his hand and rubbed it on the tip of his engorgement,
adding to his black man pre to provide some lubricant.  This was more for
his comfort than her.  Before the ten year old had recovered from her
shock, the black glands entered her, her lips spreading in accommodation,
if unwelcome.  Colin pushed slowly but firmly against the tightness of the
prepubescent canal.  If she was as advertised, in a few years, this canal
would be pushing out Colin's babies.  But for now, he pushed, until he met
extra resistance.  He knew what it was, confirmation.  He'd finish his
purchase and buy her, but he wanted her popped before that.  So he jabbed
hard, causing a muffled cry from the tiny body below, still bound and
gagged.

   Colin slid out of the weeping girl.  He pulled out a white tag from his
shirt pocket and wiped his cock.  He looked at the towel, it was red with
cherry sauce.  A little membrane even rested on the tag.  He flicked that
to the ground and turned to the tall man who'd been watching with a
professional interest.  "Satisfied with-" he stopped abruptly as Emily
slipped of the car and made to run.

   With an unexpected quickness for his frame, Colin grabbed Emily by the
throat and shoved her back onto the hood.  He held her there as he turned,
once again to the tall man.  "I am.  Take the bag.  There is a little bonus
for you in the side pocket."

   As the Black man turned back to the ten year old struggling to breathe,
the tall man opened the bag and took a quick inventory.  Satisfied, he
slipped the way of cash from the side pocket and went to his car.

   Emily was kicking weakly and ineffectively at Colin.  The man pulled her
back to him, slipping between her struggling legs with ease.  Before he
entered her, the tall man returned with a large satchel.  "As a special
gift to a special client, these are tailored for Emily.  She's growing
quickly, so enjoy them while they still fit." he then stepped back.  "I now
pronounce you man and wife.  You may now fuck your slave." he drove away.

   And Colin did.  Looking down at his new property, he watch as he entered
the little girl's vagina again.  He said in farther, about three inches,
before once again meeting her resistance.  This time it was her womb.  It
would have to get used to his DNA, so Colin wasted no time.  His first rape
of ten year old Emily was exquisite as it was brief.  Her tightness around
his prick suckled him as he thrust in and out.  Her painful moans egged him
on her struggles weakened as she gave into the inevitable.

   Within a minute, his cock throbbed strongly, lifting the girl's pelvis
by her cunt, jets of seed plastered her cervix.  Finally, after a moments
recovery, Colin released her throat and helped his new wife-slave up.  He
started to untie her gag, saying, "Tell me you love me, Honey-Snatch."

   One the gag had been removed, Emily Stevens said, "I love you," looking
up at the huge imposing man who had just caused her so much pain, and so
much unfamiliar pleasure.  The man who now owned her body and soul.

   -
   Thanks for reading.  I can be contacted at jack.b.pink@yandex.com.