When I was 11 years old my parents got divorced. We had had a nice, big, comfortable house in a swank neighborhood. I went to a private all girls school. I had nice clothes, summer camp, piano and ballet lessons. I had too many other luxuries for a spoiled little princess to list.

The divorce ended all that. The bitch formerly known as Mommy screwed my dad out of everything including the kitchen sink. She got the house, the beamer, the boat, the beach cottage, the retirement fund and I don't know what else. My dad got a run down trailer in a run down trailer park, an 11 inch black and white television, and me. The last words my mother ever spoke to me was "I never wanted kids, especially not a worthless little brat like you, I only pretended to love you and frankly I am relieved that I don't have to worry about taking care of you any more you nasty little belly stretching nipple destroying bundle of misery." She said a few more things after that but I couldn't hear the words through my own crying.

The relationship I had with my dad changed after that. I became a suragate housewife learning to take care of all those domestic chores that a housewife would take care of along with my homework. I coped by emerging myself in my studies. previously I had been a B-C student but the whole affair changed me and unlike how so many kids who react to such trauma by letting their grades slip, I buried my misery in books. I went from fancy upscale private all girl's school to public school. I had never been to a public school so I didn't know they didn't wear uniforms. I wore mine the first day because my dad didn't have the means to buy me a new wardrobe. I had to make do with what I had which looked pretty snotty to my fellow classmates who ridiculed me mercilessly. So I wore my uniform every day in shame and just spent all my time studying.

My teachers loved me and took pity on me and offered me refuge in empty classrooms instead of playgrounds and lunchrooms and I thrived academically.

I had gone from popular snooty spoiled rich princess to bookish outcast.

Ok so much for back story.

I know, some of you reading this are thinking at some point I started having sex with my Dad. I'll get to that later.

So I was walking home from school, my face buried in a book, ignoring the incessant ridicule of my cruel classmates until the sound faded away in the distance. I felt that daily relief of distance, about a third of the way home, I was engrossed in Louis and Clark and imagining myself as their guide when suddenly I was grabbed. A big strong smelly hand grabbed me around and another from the other side, a hand on my mouth to prevent screams, I was dragged away, something put over my eyes and before I could grasp what was going on I was inside a structure, dark and tied down.

I was so not paying attention to where I was going that I had no idea exacly where it was on my daily route home. If I every escaped, I could never tell the police where I was grabbed. I didn't recognize the voice. I had no idea who it was. All I could tell was it was a male, big, gruff, smelly, that was it.

He was quiet for a while. I thought for sure he was going to kill me. After all wasn't that what monsters do?? then the thought of ransom entered my mind and I was contemplaiting explaining to him that my dad wasn't rich any more so kidnapping me was useless. It just never occurred to me that anyone would want me for a rape toy.

I thik it might have been 20 minutes or so of him shuffling around, beathing heavy, making noises and such before he got close to me and started talking again.

"my but you're a pretty one little missy."

"I bet all the boys want to do you and do you really good"

I had no idea what the crazy old man was jabbering on about. I was too scared to interrupt him and secretly praying to whoever might be listening to arrange my release to expend any energy on trying to understand what he was going on about. but I was getty creeped out pretty badly.

"In case you haven't figured it out missy, I've kidnapped you!"

"Duh!" I was a little kid, not brain dead. I kept that thought to myself.

"Your probably wondering what I'm gonna do with you aren't you??"

Well I had been wondering so I just said a very soft "yes"

"Of course you are missy. Well let me tell you, I haven't had one of you in a very long time, damned near twenty years, too many if you ask me. Now I got you all to myself and I been watching you a long time Missy, you don't have any friends at all so nobody gonna miss you are they??"

He had a point but I didn't want to give him such valuable information by confirming his statement.

"Well now I guess I'll tell you why you are here. I'm going to fucking rape the living shit out of you pretty little whore!"

He was using a lot of words I would not have understood just a year ago but having read a lot in recent months I knew what the words "fucking" "rape" "shit" and "whore" meant and I put together that he was going to insert his penis in my vagina without my permission for the purpose of mating with me and gratifying himself and that he considered me a sexually promiscuous girl who charged money for such services.

I needed just a little more life's experience to fully grasp his true intent.

I was about to get it.

I felt cold steel against my flesh and instinctively pulled away until I realized it was a large pair of scissors and he was cutting my clothes off. Ok, well given a choice, I would always choose being naked in front of a monster over being stabed. I was actually releaved to learn that was all he was going to do with that large sharp tool. Once naked I felt a slight chill but since it was kind of warm inside what I presumed was his house I actually didn't mind. Had this been our trailer at this temperature I would have been stripped down to my undies anywhere. Naked was going too far but still beats being stabbed.

"So little missy, you got two choices, get raped now or join me in the shower"

Well that I was not expecting. I had resigned myself to being raped. I had a pretty good idea at this point what that might entail as far as mechanics are concerned but not in any particular detail. I was also pretty sure that while the physical sensations of being raped was going to be unpleasant, the proximity of his filthy stench would be far worse. I readily agreed to the joint shower. Yes it would stink in the shower too but that stench would wash away quickly. Who knows how long he would be on me smelly like a rotten septic tank.

He untied me leaving the blind fold on. He led me to the bathroom and from the sounds he was making I gathered he was getting naked. He drew a bath. I thought he was going to have a shower with me but I wasn't going to question him about it. He said "get in" so I felt around and climbed into the tub. I wasn't sure what to expect. He just said, "sit there and don't move a muscle missy."

So I sat there in the warm water actually feeling a little bit calm induced by the water.

I heard him in the shower, he spent about 20 minutes in there. He must have had a really nice hot water heater to get all that hot water without running out. We had about 10 minutes worth of hot water in our trailer and then we had to wait about 3 hours for more.

He finished his shower, made some noises then came over.

"That's better missy, I bet you can stand my smell a bit better now that I've washed up. I got to apologize for the smell, I happen to work for a living and I had just got home from 12 hours in the hot sun when I caught you."

"OK your turn missy"

Next thing I felt his hands on my body. He started with my feet. He washed his way around down there. Not rough like I expected. I actually don't know what I expected. I certainly didn't expect such a gruff, rough, crude monster to be that gentle. The fact is he very tenderly caressed the soap into my flesh up and down and I started to get a delightful tingling sensation coursing through my body. I felt it between my legs and in my nipples and radiating from everywhere he touched me. He caressed his way up between my legs and I peed a stream of urine, a small arc into the air as he caressed the soap onto my pussy lips. I was embarrassed that I was peeing in front of a strange man but considering that I was already naked and he was making me feel delicious I honestly didn't care. What was he going to do?? Rape me??

"Oh look what I made you do! I'm sorry missy, I didn't mean to make you pee in the bath like that."

HE was apologizine to ME! Ok yes he owed me an apology in general for kidnapping and molesting me but I was the one who peed in HIS bathtub. I thought it ironic and I had just recently learned what Ironic meant. This was definitely ironic.

Without missing a beat he continued up my body making my belly quiver as he dragged his soapy fingers up over my torso and onto my little erect nipples. He flicked them back and forth with his thumbs. They burned painfully from the friction and insanely I didn't want him to stop. They hurt and I liked the way they hurt and I started to forgive him for kidnapping me. I was beyond forgiving him for molesting me.

He slipped his hands under my arms and lifted me out of the bath and carried me into the shower. He turned it on. There was still hot water and he held me against him hugging me affectionately. The warm tingling water felt wonderful. His hands felt even more wonderful.

All this time I still had the blindfold on so I had no idea what he looked like.

After the shower he carried me to a bed which I could smell had freshly laundered sheets that were soft and pleasant to feel on my naked slightly damp body. They felt like they were made out of giant T-shirts.

"Lest see what you taste like Missy"

I was scared again, I didn't know people licked each others genitals. I thought he was going to eat me and not in a good way. I thought me might be a cannibal. But after a few minutes of him licking my pussy and asshole I relaxed and really got into the sensations of being licked by his big soft warm wet tongue. It reminded me a little of a puppy licking your hand or face. I was now beginning to understand some of the expressions some of the older kids used like "eat me"

He must have licked me for a couple of hours all over me but mostly my asshole and pussy. My pussy was a little sensitive and every time he got to my clit it felt awesome but at the same time it was a little too much to take so it was a relief each time he moved back to my asshole which he could have licked for a year and I would never have gotten tired of. I was so grateful that most of his licking was on my asshole. At one point I had to pee and told him so and he just put his mouth around my peephole and licked my pee hole and I warned him several times I was going to pee and then finally did right into his mouth and down his throat and he guzzled down every drop. By then I had to pee really bad. He swallowed the last of it and licked me clean and told me it was the most delicious drink he had ever had.

He kept me over night. My parents must have been frantic at that point. I was in a bit of a daze. I was a combination of scared and sexually awoken. I wanted to escape but I wanted to remain kidnapped and find out what he was going to do next. We had spaghetti and meatballs, pretty good actually, he said he made them from scratch. Better than the stuff my mom gets from a jar. Fudge brownies for desert with milk. All in all a satisfying meal. I had never eaten naked before much less in front of an audience but I figured he had been kind enough to make me feel so wonderful between the legs with his tongue what was the point of clothes now. After dinner I asked why the blind fold. I thought I knew the answer. You see it on TV on cop shows. Blindfolds hide the identity of kidnappers so I figured he was going to tell me it was so I couldn't identify him. "It's so you can't see how ugly I am." I was not expecting that answer. I dropped the subject. I tried to imagine what sort of disfigurement would cause someone to fear their appearance to the point that they would blindfold their lover. ( I had stopped thinking of myself as a kidnap victim by this point and more as a lover).

We slept naked with his penis erect and against my back and his arms around me. Sometime in the night I woke up and thought about escaping which I was pretty sure I could with him asleep. But I chose not to. I sat up carefully extracting myself from his arms as he snored on obliviously. I pulled off my blindfold and waited a moment for my eyes to adjust. I turned around and looked back and the first thing I noticed was he was enourmous. I don't mean he was fat thought he was a bit overweight, not like my fat math teacher was the previous year in 4th grade but more like he was built like a professional wrestler. I would describe him as big, muscular with some padding on those muscles. His penis did not match his body size. Now back then I knew nothing about penis sizes nor their significance. I had seen a baby's penis on a couple of occasions but never an adult's. His was maybe about 2 inches long soft. I was actually surprised. My friend Kathy told me that her dad's penis was as big as her arm. Maybe that was an exaduration. It just was not as gigantuant as I thought it would be given his size. I was also a bit releaved as I figured at some point he was going to rape me and whilie I was kind of starting to like the old man and loved the way he touched and licked me, I also even at that young age knew it always hurt the first time a virgin was fucked and I was a little scared of that. So I got up some courage and glanced up at his face fearing the worst. I was actually kind of surprised. He didn't look all that bad. It was a somewhat normal looking face, normal features, he was about 35 or so. In fact if he was slightly younger and slightly more slender he might even have entered into some of my recently acquired sexual fantasies. I was curious why he thought he was ugly. So I explored him a little more with my eyes and I noticed something on his other cheek. It was on the side facing down on the pillow. I leaned down for a better angle and view and realized it was a scar. I went for an even better view and angle nearly liying down on the pillow myself and I gasped. the other side of his face was burned. I recognized the kind of scar because my little cousin was burned on his face like that. My uncle (by marriage) had poured kerosene on him and lit him on fire and his face on one side got burned up. I looked at the man and wondered if his dad had done that to him when he was a kid. I began to tear up. I layed back down and put my head on the pillow and kissed him on the mouth as he slept and put my arm around him and went back to sleep without the blindfold.

I woke up sometime later to find the blindfold had been put back on me and that I was alone in bed. What awoke me was the delicious smell of bacon and eggs. I got up, took of the silly blindfold and strutted naked to the table and sat their with his back to me and got a first look around. It was a huge old building like a factory or warehouse and he had set up a makeshift kitchen and bedroom inside and I could even see the shower, tub and toilet from the table, there were no interior walls. I guess you don't really need interior walls when your alone. He turned with a plate of food, saw me at the table and quickly turned and said "go put your blindfold back on I don't want you to see how ugly I am"

I told him politely "No, and you're not ugly, I saw what you look like last night and I kissed you when you were asleep. Stop being silly I'm hungry and that smells good."

Well he certainly had a surprised look on his face as he slowly and hesitantly turned giving me his good side first. In fact he walked over to the table keeping his burned side turned away as much as possible. When he got over to where I was sitting with the plate full of breakfast I hopped out of the chair and walked over to his "ugly" side and looked up at him, threw my arms around him and started to kiss his scars. He was NOT ugly! He just had a bad burn scar that covered half his left cheek, part of his jaw and a tiny amount of his forhead. His eyebrow in that side was burned away but it also was all healed up as though it all happened a very long time ago. He sat down visibly shocked and relieved and dug in.

"so how did it happen??"

"I was in a house fire when I was about your age"

That was it. That was all the information I cared for or needed or that he cared to give me. It explained everything. My little cousin was always self conscious around other people. So I figured that since he thought he was ugly and had this burn which was not nearly as bad as my cousins he was very much alone in life. But I think his prison of loneliness was mostly of his own making. Yes his face was disfigured but the other 90% of his face was actually pretty attractive and over all he was not too bad looking for a man his age. I'd do him.

So I noticed after a while his little penis get erect. I figured talking to a naked and if I do say so myself, good looking 11 year old girl was making him horny. Before we finished he was fully hard and a respectable 3 inches long and maybe a little over half inch thick. I did not know at the time that he also had a condition known as microphalia.