Juliana floats along on her back in the inflatable kiddie pool. She's been trying to swim, but since she doesn't have arms or legs anymore, her torso just sort of wiggles on the water. It's a little pitiful to watch, but she's cute and she looks sexy doing it at least. Since she has to roll her hips and chest to push through the water, her muscles ripple as she struggles. It's pretty hot. Reminds me of the way she moves when she's getting fucked. I guess that's just how it is when you're just a torso. Whether you're trying to swim, or writhing around on the end of a cock, it's all the same muscles since that's all you got. At this rate, she's going to be fucking ripped in a year or two. I watch her from a nearby lounge chair and touch myself while imagining just how tight that core is going to get. Hell yeah, teenage abs.

We're both wearing swimsuits today. Being the exhibitionist I am, I went for a speedo. It fits me nice and snug, making my boner bulge out obscenely as I fondle myself. As for Juliana, she's in the skimpy string bikini I picked out for her. It's definitely not the sort of swimsuit a kid her age should be wearing and it's kind of awesome. The satiny blue fabric barely covers her naughty bits, so there's plenty of soft, tantalizing skin peeking out on the edges of it. Even though I see her naked all the time, the way the outfit hides those parts of her makes her even lewder than normal somehow. It's a mysterious phenomenon, but I'm happy with the results, the tease of it all turning me on more and more the longer I watch her. She seems to have noticed as well. I catch her trying to avoid meeting my gaze, her cheeks red as she shuts her eyes. I smile at that.

I think back to the look on Juliana's face when I first showed her the swimsuit this morning. Her eyes were so wide when I held it up, dangling it from those tiny strings. She definitely wasn't expecting something so risque. When a girl her age thinks of swimsuits, they think of sleek one-pieces or those frilly, childish ones you see in department stores. To her, what I had in my hands might as well have been shreds of scrap cloth held together by threads. She stared at me incredulously back then, convinced that I must have made some sort of mistake, but then I pulled her out of bed and stripped off her panties. That was when she remembered what kind of man she was dealing with here.

I touched Juliana a lot while I helped her into the swimsuit. It was a fun novelty, much more intimate that sliding on a boring ol' pair of panties like I normally do. She blushed so hard while I did so, painfully aware of just how much perverse glee I was taking from the affair. That sure was a treat. There's a certain high to knowing that I have free reign to slip my little girl into any naughty outfit I want no matter how humiliating it might be for her. It's even better knowing that she doesn't even get the dignity of putting them on herself. I could leave her naked in a room with all the clothes in the world and come back to find her just as naked as I left her since she needs my help to wear them. And there's the rub, the hard truth about her condition that she can't ever deny. There's no way around the limits the amputations have left her with. She's my dream dress-up doll and that's just something she'll have to live with for the rest of her life.

So yeah, that got to her a bit. She knew there was no point complaining, so she didn't even waste any effort crying about it, but she was frowning and mopey the entire time while I was putting the bikini on her. It didn't take long, but I did have to manually raise and tilt her body around to reach behind her and wrap the strings into place. It was more like tying up a ham than dressing a person. The thought made me laugh and I grinned at her in amusement. She didn't like that when I told her what was so funny. Her eyes downcast, she looked away with a sad pout. My little girl doll is so cute.

As I finished knotting the strings, I happened to notice Juliana fidgeting in place, trying to cover herself with missing arms. It was such a subtle movement that I almost missed it. Her bare shoulders twitched, but that was all that happened. I felt lucky catching her in the act. Her attempts to stop my gaze were completely ineffective, and knowing that she wanted to but couldn't made it all the more exciting for me as I ogled her young body in that hot little swimsuit. She was totally exposed and there was nothing she could do to change that. Her humiliation was only just beginning. As the one who put her into this position, I alone held the power to dictate when it ended. All it took was a cocky smirk from me to spell that out to the girl and she understood immediately. Her face red with shame, her whole torso went limp as she gave up completely, visibly deflating under the assault of my lecherous stare. And so I reveled in my absolute victory, a lustful smile creeping onto my face as I enjoyed the view.

It's the same smile I wear now as I watch her swim. The swimsuit does a fantastic job of emphasizing Juliana's amputations. After all, it's not normal for a limbless person to be wearing a skimpy bikini like that. The sight is abnormal and strange no matter how you look at it. The pill-like shape of her limbless torso fails to fill out the silhouette expected of a girl in a swimsuit and my mind subconsciously recognizes this. People wearing that kind of bikini should have the curves to go with it. That's what my brain expects to see, but her body-lines drop off so suddenly where her body just ends and it feels so wrong. And yet, despite the disturbing impression left by Juliana's alien form, her raw sexuality radiates off of her young body regardless. It's taboo after taboo with this girl, the thrill compounding upon itself into something magical and arousing in a way never seen before. It's a secret surreal beauty only I get to enjoy; a special privilege for my eyes alone as the one who took her and turned into this. The gravity of this is not lost on me.

By covering the areas my male gaze would normally get drawn to, the bikini also frees my eyes to wander elsewhere, and there's nowhere else on her body more attention-grabbing than her scars. The heavy pink scarring stand out obscenely on her pale skin, acting as a constant reminder of the irreparable damage I've done to her. It's glorious. The deep lines criss-crossing her shoulders and hips flatten and tense repeatedly as she bobs on the water. It looks like the muscles beneath them are moving reflexively. She's never swam without limbs before and it shows. Her body is still trying to use what's left to propel herself, but there's nothing there. Slivers of the limbs mapped out in her muscle memory still remain on her body, but they're totally useless in their current form. Those flaps of flesh were sewn together with each other and fused into the tight planes of meat and skin covering her amputation sites. They certainly can't be called appendages anymore. Those lovely, hideous scars. I'm transfixed by their grotesqueness and as I stare and I can't help but sigh in awe of my own handiwork.

"They don't hurt as much anymore, right? Your amputations, I mean." I call out to Juliana from my chair. At the sound of my voice, she stops her gyrations, laying still and floating. Her body keeps drifting with no way to stop herself and she slowly collides with the side of the pool. What an awkward thing she's become. She opens her eyes and blinks, then closes them again.

"No, they don't." Juliana finally replies. Her youthful voice is neutral. "They ache most of the time, but there's no pain when I move them." She isn't happy to talk about this, but she's not sad to talk about it either. It's all a part of her new normal. She's lived with these amputations for around six months now. She's come a long way from breaking out into tears at the merest mention of her scars. I'm a little proud of her growth.

"That's good. It's more fun to see you move around now. It makes you look like a sexy girl worm or something. This freak show is getting me really hard." She doesn't respond to that. She's heard it all before and her expression is dead. Juliana just opens her eyes again and shoves against the side of the pool with her head. This pushes her upper body away from the wall and gives her space to move around again. Her short brown hair sticks to the side of her face from that, so she shakes her head to get it off, then goes back to swimming. So pathetic. Smiling, I slip a hand into my swimsuit and stroke myself to the show. She really does look sexy when she's all wet and splashing around like that.

We should do this more often. She looks like she's enjoying being able to move around on her own even if it's confined to that small pool. She's not smiling, but I can tell. She just keeps going. And going. Around and around and around. Going nowhere, but happy to be going at all.

Just like how my pet hamster used to run around in his wheel. Trapped in his cage until the day he died. Some days I still miss that little guy. My new pet is much cuter though. As soon as she's done swimming, I'm going to rape the shit out of her. While still wearing our swimsuits of course. The summer fun never ends, not until I say so.