He told her "You felt so good. I want to fuck you again." And he did. He fucked her twice more. Then for the next three days he kept her naked and fuc...ed her and used her body till she wanted him more and more. During that time he fucked her mouth, her cunt and her ass. He stuffed his cock down her throat and watched her swallow his cream. On the fourth day he took her shopping and bought her clothes that made her blush. They were tight, low cut and perfect style for a whore. Soon she would be. I just smiled back and headed upstairs to the shower and I started to get undressed and as I looked up into the mirror in the wall I caught site of kit standing in the doorway just staring at me. I suppose it could be down to the fact that I was wearing my sisters underwear. I looked round and asked what she was doing and her eyes lit up with shock and she tried to say something but no words came out.I went over to her and pulled her into the shower room and closed the door. She was still too. Shortly thereafter, I had him staked out with his arms tied above his head and his legs spread so that I could easily access his crotch.I cut away his loin cloth so that he was fully naked. Indians were not likely to give up their secrets easily, but I had learned from some Crow scouts that I had worked with, so I knew the short way to the cache of secrets. I told my captive, "I had some Crow friends who taught me well how to extract the truth from even the most stubborn man. I have been away. Sure, there was extra fat there too, but that couldn’t be all of it. Her bulging paunch arced outward from her sternum and swooped all the way down to her cunning, bare, little girl mound. If she hadn’t been nine, I’d have wondered who knocked her up. Which was a problem. I’m crazy for pot-bellied girls. (I’d never seen a real one naked, but by 1992 the primitive internet at least had alt-sex groups with a couple of BBW and preggo sites.) But on an eight year old child? God help me, I was.