CHAPTER 11: HUMBLE BEGINNINGS

GINA'S POV

It was the Saturday of our first week of school.

I was done with my homework and came to Lance's room to find out if he needed any help with his.

Turns out it was a mistake as he had finished his homework on Friday and was sleeping naked.

I walked over to him and gazed at his young body. He laid on his back so I could see his dick. I waved my hand in front of him to see if he would react and he didn't.

'he must be fast asleep I thought to myself

I looked at his dick again and was starting to get turned on. I let my left hand into my shorts and started playing with my pussy. Using my right hand, I covered my mouth to suppress my moans.

"When you're done masturbating, join me on the bed," Lance said shocking me.

"Oh OK," I said with my cheeks flushed.

I took off my clothes and laid beside him.

We just laid there saying nothing. And sadly, doing nothing.

"How did you become a BDSM person?" Lance asked breaking the silence.

"Huh?"

"BDSM, you know Bondage, Discipline Sa..."

"I know what it means," I said cutting him off, "I'm just surprised that you want to know"

He didn't say anything.

I sighed and began narrating my story;

My parents didn't die when I was born. I lived with them until I was 12.

They were loving and kind people especially my dad. He worked as an accountant in a newly established bank. As for mom, she was a nurse in a private hospital.

Life was pretty good for all of us. No quarrels no fighting just peaceful coexistence.

I was the only child, mom couldn't conceive again after me. Daddy was satisfied with only me but mommy wanted to at least bear a male child for my dad.

She tried many things, she quit her job and walked around for the fruit of the womb. She took different drugs and concoctions all in the name of getting another child.

At this time, I was 10 years old and I was getting worried about the whole thing.

One day I asked my dad, "Daddy doesn't mommy love me?"

"Sweetie, mommy loves you. She just wants you to have a little brother to play with" he replied

"But, I don't want a brother. Glory says boys are disgusting and rough"

"Hey, I'm a boy," my dad said teasingly

"No daddy you're a man" I replied happily.

Daddy always didn't want me to worry about it. A few months later, mommy overdosed and died. Daddy also lost his job and he was pretty down about it.

I was only 12 when all this happened. During that time dad would often come back home late, drunk and sometimes unable to recognize me. I knew he was upset about mom's death but I didn't know how to cheer him up.

I would cook for him but he never ate anything I prepared. I felt sad about his worsening conditions.

One day he came back home drunk as usual, he called out for me

"Gina! Where the hell are you?!" he yelled

"Coming daddy!" I said

When I got to his room he was half-naked and also half asleep. It was a lot to take in for little me. He wasn't properly covered and I could catch a glimpse of his bare ass.

I walked over to him and tried covering him up when he held my hand and tossed me on the bed. Then... He kissed me.

My daddy kissed me...

I was too shocked to move. That and he had me pinned down.

He kissed me again and again until I started tasting the beer in his mouth.

"Daddy stop. Please... " I pleaded with him.

It was like he couldn't hear me at all.

Using his right hand, he pinned both my arms above my head and using the other hand, he pulled up my T-shirt and started fondling my breasts.

I was wearing some boxer shorts and he wasted no time in taking them off.

Using his fingers, he violated me. I moaned with pain.

"Ow, daddy stop it! It hurts! " I yelled

"You make me so happy Sarah," He said

'He just called me mommy's name and he said that I made him happy'

It was too much for me to take but, if it made him feel better then I was ready to do anything.

I stopped resisting and laid still as he unbuckled his belt and tied it around my hands. When he was done, he slept with me.

And it continued for many days. Binding me to do his bidding.

He would always tie me up in the most uncomfortable way possible but I enjoyed it. I was willing to do anything to make him happy.

2 months later he died in a car crash. The police said he was driving under the influence and over sped resulting in the terrifying incident.

My mother's younger sister decided to take me in but she was mean and terrible!

She would make me wash and clean the entire house. If it wasn't clean enough, I would be forced to redo it again.

My punishments were too extreme. She would apply fresh pepper in my private part, flog me mercilessly and insult my dad.

One day, I had had enough and decided to leave the house that day. I packed up my things and left the house immediately after she went for her date.

I wandered the streets aimlessly for three days. I didn't pack anything to eat so I was starving.

The urge to swallow my pride and go back to my aunt's place was starting to eat at me. I was about to give up when I noticed a hand holding out a loaf of bread to me.

The hand belonged to a young girl who looked 14 years old and possessed dark eyes and a smile that gave off a dangerous aura.

"Take it," she said with a voice that demanded no argument.

I received it and wolfed it down and my energy began to return.

"Thank... " I turned and noticed she was gone.

"Hey are you OK? " a man said

"I'm fine thank you"

"My name is Freddy Richman, what's yours?"

"My name is Gina George"

"Tell you what? How about you stay with me for a while?"

I nodded and he smiled softly as he lifted me off the ground.

That's how I met Freddy Richman.

As for the BDSM, I didn't have the thirst anymore until I met you