Summer means little girls in swimsuits. Tanlines, bare bellies, and fun with water that leaves t-shirts clinging to skin. It's a time I'd normally be spending out and about, prowling the beaches for kids to ogle and use to fuel my fantasies. This summer is different though. I don't have to leave on such frivolous excursions anymore. These days I can have all the fun I want from the comfort of my home.

It's time for dinner. I'm enjoying a quiet evening in my kitchen loading up a tray with tonight's meal: a big tasty sandwich and a tall glass of lemonade. It's been a good day. With a calm smile, I take the tray and make my usual trip down the stairs of the basement.

The stairs lead into a short hallway. Several doors line each side of the hall, but there's only one I'm interested in this evening. I stop in front of that door, setting the tray down to fish the key out of my pocket. I unlock the door and put the key away before picking up the tray and letting myself inside.

The room is dark, so I step in and flick the switch on the wall. A bulb overhead clicks on and my heart melts with the usual joy as the girl's eyes blink at me.

Her name is Juliana. Twelve years old. Short dark brown hair, fair skin. She's currently in bed, groaning as she shakes her head from side to side. Having spent most of the day in the pitch black of her room, she squints in discomfort as she struggles to adjust to the light. It's so cute how her face scrunches up, and so I just stand there for a minute and watch her. I notice her body shifting under her covers. I think she's trying to reach out and block the light with her hands out of reflex, but she quickly realizes that it's not possible and gives up with a whine. She can't do anything about her predicament when she's trapped under the blankets. The best she can do is turn her face away, but that's about it. She's known defeat like this countless times since the day we met and it's as amusing as ever. I can't help but chuckle.

"Dinnertime, kiddo." I grin as I approach her bedside. I set the tray down on the nightstand and grab a nearby stool. I sit down next to her bed. Before anything else, I need to get a look at her. I reach for the blanket and pull it down, exposing Juliana's entire body from underneath. It's a simple effort, one made even quicker given that there's not much of her left to expose. I amputated Juiliana's arms and legs six months ago, so I only need to pull the blanket about halfway down the length of the bed before her body just ends. I removed all four of her limbs completely from their socket, so the fleshy pads of flesh that remain where they used to be don't even stick out at all her torso. I smile down on her as I look at them, admiring the shape of her tiny limbless form.

With her body exposed to the open air, Juliana shivers as goosebumps raise on her naked flesh. The only clothes she's wearing are a small pair of plain white panties and they look really cute over her legless hips. The leg holes don't have any legs sticking out of them, so I can look directly at the thick pink scars of the amputation sites where I cut them off all that time ago. It's always an arousing sight and as usual I'm struck with the urge to touch her.

I lay my hand on Juliana without any hesitation. After all, she's my sex toy. I kidnapped her myself and made her this way, so it's my right to play with her however I want, whenever I feel like it. I start off rubbing her stomach, enjoying the pleasant sensation of her baby fat beneath my palm. She tenses up a bit, but lets me do so without complaint. Not that complaining would do her any good in her state. She has some good reactions though.

Tummy rubbing is good fun, but I'm an old perv and I'm hungry for more than simple petting. My hand slides down under the waistband of her panties. My fingers tease her mound, basking in the smoothness of the skin hidden beneath the fabric. No pubes here, just soft, silky young flesh. I'm becoming excited from this act alone and before I continue exploring, I look at Juliana and smirk.

"I'm hard already. Looks like we're going to have to postpone dinner for a little longer. You're just too sexy for your own good." I'm staring directly at her face as I say this, but Juliana doesn't meet my gaze. She just bites her lip with a frown, her cheeks red as she tries to focus on anything other than my touch. She's always been so shy about intimacy, even back when she still had limbs. Back when I first abducted her, she'd try to push my hand away whenever I played with her. She still tries to even now, but with her lack of arms, all that does is makes her shoulders shake and tense. Isn't it adorable how pathetic that is? It's so cute that I just have to get a rise out of her now.

My fingers travel further into her panties, dancing along her immature folds. I trace the fleshy lips with my fingertips, lavishing in their unique, pillowy texture. This is the feeling of a labia too young to consent and it's arousing me like nothing else. An older man like me should never be anywhere near a girl this young, and yet here I am rubbing my fingers all over her kid pussy like I own it and it's amazing. It's a perverse privilege only I can enjoy thanks to my efforts turning Juliana into my captive sex object.

The best part is that I can tell she's feeling the thrill too, her brow crinkling as the stimulation affects her young body in unwelcome ways. Her small chest rises and falls as her breathing picks up and her voice leaks out in squeaks and whimpers the more firmly I press my fingers over her sensitive little clit. She doesn't want to feel this, but she has to. Her amputations leave her totally unable to fend off the sensations I'm forcing on her. She literally can't not get aroused as long as I'm touching her like this; she can't move away without her limbs no matter how much she wants to resist. That's what makes her such a fun a toy and I love her for it.

"Enough, I'm ready." Juliana lets out a whine and looks at me with pleading eyes. She knows she can't stop me from touching her, so she has no choice but to speak up and tell me when she's wet enough for sex in hopes that I get this over with sooner. It's a desperate move, one that doesn't even try to prevent her rape, but we've been together long enough that she knows not to protest anymore. We're both aware there's no point to trying to deny me. She's just a living fucktoy. Nothing she could say would ever dissuade me from having my fill of her tight hot cunny. At least by encouraging me, her suffering ends quicker. That's just how hopeless her situation has become ever since her limbs were taken from her.

Well, I'm convinced. Let's dive in. I take my hand out of her panties and step away for a moment to undress myself. I throw my clothes off into a corner and once I'm nude, I walk up to Juliana. Even after all the time we've been together, it's still amazing how I can get a cute girl like her to check out my naked bod. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist. I stand there with a grin, my penis throbbing as I wait for her to turn my way. Her eyes flick over my member and she frowns. She doesn't vocalize her disgust, but I can see it in the way her brow wrinkles and it's lovely. There's so much awareness in that glare. She can't escape my cock and she knows it. It's going inside her. Her body writhes in discomfort, but she has nothing to defend herself with. A limbless girl can't run. A limbless girl can't fight. Trapped in a body without agency, she only exists to get raped and it terrifies her. It's the best. As I watch her, I drink in her reactions with sadistic glee. She's just so perfect. My precious little fuckdoll.

I can tell Juliana doesn't want to be here. She can't move though. Too bad for her. I climb onto the bed and pull her panties off. There's no legs to wrestle with which makes it really easy, like taking off a hat. They slide right off her little ass. She can't do anything to hold onto them or cover herself. Her pussy is naked and she shivers, but she can't curl up and hide either. She just lays there whimpering. That's all she can do. That's all she'll ever do because I stole her arms and legs and made her into this unresisting slab of young fuckmeat. And just like that, she's ready for me. My manhood throbs and I descend upon the pitiful thing.

I shove myself into Juliana's pussy and she cries. It's a sad, soft cry. There's no fire behind it, nor is there any distress. There's only shame. Getting raped isn't anything new for her, but she hates it all the same. Even as her pussy quivers around my meat and her young voice gasps in reluctant pleasure, the tears flow endlessly. And so begins her struggle to ignore my presence and take the pleasure for what it is. She may not like it, but this is her life. She's an amputated rape victim. There's nothing better going on for her and there never will be, not now that I've ruined her life beyond repair. If she's lucky, maybe she'll cum, but that's the best she can hope for. How far my little Juliana has fallen, how cute!

As for me, I'm living the dream here. Slowly sinking myself into her, I marvel at her incredible warmth and tightness. Now this is a real-deal cunny. You can't get this sort of mind-numbing, toe-curling pleasure from any old broad. This is the sort of dirty thrill you can only get shoving your cock where it doesn't belong. Underage pussy is a taboo delight unlike any other. It was worth the effort kidnapping this girl and cutting off her limbs. Nowadays, I can enjoy this twelve year-old body anytime I want and it's the best thing ever every time I do her.

I take ahold of Juliana's waist with both hands. I need to hold her steady so that my thrusts don't end up pushing her across the bed. She can't brace herself without limbs after all, so it falls to me to do all the work here. I drive myself into her vagina, her lack of legs giving me ample room to slide my cock in as far as it'll go. And what a tight fit it is! Her young insides squeeze me from all angles, my meat rubbing across every inch of her inner walls as I drill the head into her furthest depths. My tip mashes against the back end of her young cunt, digging in roughly as I try my damnest to feel it with all my strength and get rewarded with awesome pleasure in turn. It hurts for her and she cries out in pain, but I don't care. She's my kiddie cocksleeve. It's her job to squeeze my dick with her young pussy meat; her comfort doesn't enter the equation at all when it comes to wringing cum out of my balls. It turns me on more when she suffers anways. The more it hurts her, the harder I get. As I start to move, I even make a point to thrust more violently than usual, just to make her scream a little.

As our bodies grow hot and sweaty, I bear down on her with all my weight, slamming my hips against her tiny body in a fervor. I'm too addicted to this feeling to stop now. I chase my orgasm with everything I have. Weakly thrashing her torso beneath me, Juliana wails in agony, the muscles of her empty shoulders and hips writhing for purchase, but there's nothing she can do as I mercilessly pound her helpless torso into the mattress below. I close my eyes and let the pleasure take me.

The creaking of bedsprings. The brutal slap of flesh pounding against flesh over and over and over. Juliana's shrill shrieks of pain and misery. My own breathless moans of animalistic lust. These sounds all come together in an intoxicating symphony of noise that sends me into overdrive, my libido raging as I push myself towards the brink. My cock numb with pleasure, I buck my hips hard, hilting myself as deep as I can go.

My penis is sheathed entirely by Juliana's vagina. My tip pulses against the bump of her cervix. The entrance to her hole rings my base. My balls press up against her ass, tightening and churning in preparation for release. Her scalding heat engulfs my manhood, tightening around me from all sides and stealing my breath away. It's sweltering hot and I feel like I could ignite from the smallest spark. And then I open my eyes. I see Juliana face and it's strained with terror and ecstasy. Tears roll down her cheeks. Saliva trickles from her mouth as she pants for breath. And her eyes? They burn with a desperate plea.

'No.'

And there's the match.

My arms wrap around Juliana in a forceful embrace as I cum. My body shuddering atop her, I desperately keep her pinned in place as if holding on for dear life, muscle rippling as I unload into her immature cunt. My orgasm is full and powerful, her girlish crying rounding out this cocktail of endorphins and adrenaline that makes my head swim with ecstasy. It's an indescribable bliss and I hold her like this for the longest time as I ride this high, trembling as my cock pulses in her snatch. She has no say in how long she must endure this humiliation, she can't just leave, and so she stays there until I'm satisfied. She's a living condom stretched around me, held captive on my cock until I empty out every last drop of spunk into her young cumhole.

As I bask in the afterglow, I once again find myself admiring my Juliana. She whimpers and sniffles as usual after a good hard fuck, just how I like her. It's a far cry from how she used to be back when I first kidnapped her. She used to be quite the fireball. It wasn't unusual for her to spit and shout at me. Funny how far she's come since those days. She used to punch and kick me too, but that was an easy fix. Amputating her limbs really solved all my problems and now she's the perfectly well-behaved little angel I always wanted. Laughing as I reminisce, I give my sweet doll a kiss on the cheek, then sit up and get off of her.

I pull out and grab some tissues from the nightstand. I came a lot this time, so I left a huge mess behind. I wipe my penis off first, then help Juliana out. Even something as simple as this is impossible for her, so I do my best to scrape as much cum out of her as I can. She doesn't say anything the whole time, but I'm sure she's grateful for my help.

When Juliana's clean enough, I give her a friendly smile. This time she smiles back. Don't ask me why, I don't know. Her face is still tear-streaked and her eyes are terrified, so it really doesn't make any sense. Sometimes she's just happy for whatever reason. I don't question it anymore. If she thinks she has a reason to smile, all the better for her. It's a heartwarming sight that elevates my mood regardless. I can't stop grinning as I take my seat on the stool, lay the tray with her dinner across my lap, and begin to feed my special girl.

Only the soft sounds of chewing breaks the silence. It's here in quiet moments like these that it really sinks in just how lucky I am. I have my very own sex slave to pamper and adore. It was a lot of work to get to this point, but now I can't imagine life without her. She'll be with me always, waiting here in the basement whenever I need to let out all my pent-up stress and drain my balls. She's the cute little girl I've wanted all these years and now that I have her, I'm never letting her go. As I feed Juliana the last bite of her sandwich, I sit back and stare at her. A serene calm washes over me.

"Hey," I talk quietly, casually running my hand through the girl's brunette hair, "It's been a while since I brought you home with me, y'know? Summer's already here. I was thinking of buying a swimsuit for you. I could even drag a kiddie pool down here and we can play in the water. What do you think? Does that sound like something you'd like?"

Juliana frowns. And then she thinks. She looks down at her naked body. Her gaze falls to the scars along her amputations. They move and twitch as she moves them a little and she sighs. Then she closes her eyes.

The moment lingers. Nothing happens. And then her eyes open.

Juliana looks back at me and nods, her eyes dull with defeat.

"Yes. I'd like that Sir."

No more prowling beaches for me. I've got the best little girl in the world right here. And she looks amazing in a swimsuit.