Chapter 1 - Reminiscence
Codes: Fg, MF, Mg, M+g (implied), inc, pedo, ir, nc, oral
Eva Green was standing right in front of her full length mirror and gazing at the reflection. The white tube top she was wearing hasn’t been worn by her since childhood. That assessment had the eleven-year-old chuckle. Her childhood was no more than two months ago and yet felt like ages had past. The preteen slightly turned to her right and tentative caressed the little bee stings that would one day become her boobs. Though she had to be very deliberate not to touch the inflamed tissue of her nipples. Her teats were still obscenely enlarged by the shots her uncle had injected into them. Not only that but the studs of her piercings also irritated the aureoles of her tits. Looking closely one could clearly see the darker edges of the skin around her nipples against the faded material of her top. Not to mention the visible outline of the golden bars that were helping to keep her teats erect while the stretched fabric did all it was still capable of to squish them into the soft tissue of her chest. She could still remember her eight birthday when her uncle had gifted her that insanely inappropriate piece of garment. For her then it was the best present she had ever gotten. Not only did it made her feel very grown-up when she was wearing it, but she had also possessed something she could tease her mother with. She was constantly told by her that she was not allowed to wear that slutty crop top. But what her mother didn’t know was that she was donning it whenever possible under her regular clothes. Knowing her naughty behavior made her feel very itchy in her special place all the time. Her cunt she corrected herself in her mind as this is the appropriate grown-up way of saying. Uncle Donny had taught her all the proper words for the parts of her body. She could still feel the sting of his hand on her bare ass whenever she used her old baby language. Back then his flat was also the only place where she was allowed to show her beloved tube top freely not only to him but also to the friends he invited regularly. Sometimes they were watching sport together, but most of the time played silly games like Twister or Simon Says. In the end she had to remove it one way or another because she was forced to by the rules of the game, or it got dirty. Even the smallest smudges her uncle could see and always had her machine wash the garment at the highest temperature. Needless to say the cotton fabric was gradually shrinking in size and became threadbare rather quickly. A fact which Eva was now more aware of than ever. She could see some seams to be at the edge of tearing. Also, the ripping sound when she struggled to squeeze her torso in the now much too small garment was not very reassuring. Having become quite shy about her body in the last two years she hadn’t worn the tube top ever since and was also avoiding her uncle whenever possible. Maybe that’s the reason he had become so mean to her but on the other hand he had also shown her how to make herself and others feel fantastic. The only times she couldn’t evade his presence however was when her mother had to work the night shifts and asked her only brother to babysit his niece. Eva was a single parents child since she could remember. Therefore, her uncle often had to play the role of her daddy and later on her master. Just recently she found out who her real father was and that he had left her mum when Eva was still a baby. At first, she was quite mad at him, but then her uncle made sure she would appreciate him once in a while cumming back home, literally. Leaving her abused tits her eyes wandered further down on her reflection in the mirror. The small tube top left a substantial amount of her chest above her tummy visible. If she’d had any bigger swellings you’d see a nice set of under-boobs, but currently the seam ended just shy of her aureoles. Further down was her belly button pierced with a small golden ring. Now it was just hanging down uselessly but most of the time it played a much more dominant role in her daily torment. Her gaze followed her narrow hips further down to her groin. Just shy of her pubic mound started the miniskirt she was forced to wear. Riding so low on her hips the black garment threatened to slip down any second. Additionally, it wasn’t a real skirt and more like a pool cover-up which she had to tie a knot at the swelling of her tender ass to keep it afloat. The material itself was coarsely mashed so if one looked closely they could see Eva’s aroused snatch. Since the early days of her sexual training she cannot remember a moment it wasn’t red and puffy. Literally crowned by a ring piercing her clit the vaginal opening was visible almost all the time. More so these days as her uncle kept her at the verge of orgasm and hadn’t allowed her to come for nearly two weeks. Which didn’t mean he was vowed for celibate through her distress. The reminiscence of their recent fucking was still leaking down her thighs. Somehow he was able to keep the preteen at the very edge by inducing enough pain during sex and not granting her the last push for release. Looking back up Eva starred at her own face. Her piercing green eyes, a family trait, have seen so many horrible things a sixth grader shouldn’t have to. The pigtails she had braided her fiery red hair into were reaching down to her lower back and made her look even younger. She was also not allowed to wear any makeup as her uncle liked her as innocent as possible while still emanating the allure of a cracking sex pot. Her freckled cheeks and nose helped to emphasize that image immensely. Not to mention her small lips which always reminded her of that first time her uncles friend pushed his dick into her mouth and stretched it to its limit. They even made a video of that for her to see whenever she got cold feet. Just so to show her what she was capable of when she was determined to succeed. Her tear-filled and frightened eyes from back then when she was still a little child always helped her find the courage to press on. Just as it was right now. The shaken preteen was long gone. In its place the child-slut has taken over eager to finally find her salvation in the powerful orgasm her uncle had promised her for today. A gentle knock on her bedroom door pulled Eva from her thoughts. She still had those countless Taylor Swift and One Direction posters innocently hanging on the walls. Here and there you could also see smaller depictions of Disney Channel star Hannah Montana. Only one showed the later Miley Cyrus riding lasciviously on a massive wrecking ball. In the entirety of the whole decorations in her room this one particular poster might be seen as a mistake in childish naivety. So long as one didn’t take a look in her bedside drawer filled to the brink with sex toys, or using black light on Eva’s bedsheets only to be blinded by the immense reflections.
“You see? Even your former heroes are doing it nowadays, so there is no sense for you being shy at all” her uncle told her when he taped the poster right next to her headboard.
It was printed with a special type of self-illuminating color so that Eva was able to admire it in the dark until she was dozing off.
“May I come in sweetie?”
The voice of her mother once more pulled her back to reality.
“Yes.”
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[
a /
grim /
hi /
me /
rx /
vg /
weed /
wp /
x /
zom
]
[
co /
diy /
eh /
fit /
halp /
jew /
lit /
phi /
pr /
rnb /
sci /
tg /
w
]
[
ai /
cake /
cd /
d /
di /
elit /
fag /
fur /
gif /
h /
men /
pco /
s /
sh /
ss /
unf
]