I battled the feelings of lust I had for Helen at first. I would watch her socializing in court and fantasize about how tight and pink her young pussy...must be, and how those full, bow lips would feel wrapped around my cock. Still, I thought that she was virginal, too pure and high born for me to soil so recklessly. I battled my feelings, that is, until the day I saw the little whore in the Imperial Garden, sucking off a lowly gardener.I caught them through the bushes, hidden in an alcove and. She fell forwards. I fell on top of her. I sat on her arse and pulled her hair, jerking her head back."Make one sound and I'll gag you and then really hurt you," I said.But before she could reply my neck was grabbed from behind and squeezed in a vice-like grip."Police! Get up, slowly! Don't turn around!"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit."Hands behind your back!"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!He or she - it was one of those voices that could have been either - snapped a set of handcuffs on me. Diane hauled. After that she rearranged her hair to make it look more child-like, and put a small pair of ankle socks on it, before holding it up to her auntie again."There, she's a little girl now, and she's just like the real Sophie" she beamed.* * * * * * *Margaret put the phone down and went to the cocktail cabinet to pour herself a drink. She had decided that she needed something more than tea at this moment, but didn't want to offer one to Martin until they could figure out what was wrong with him.. "Oh god do I," I agreed, Oh my god, she had facial piercings, eyebrows and nose, in addition to her nipples and clit hood, which went septic one after another and she had lacquered spiky blonde hair dyed red in places, bright red, vermillion, not the rust colour of real red heads, and clad in a cut off denim jacket and leather boots and collared leashed and gagged and mad as a march hare but beautiful, she stared at me as if challenging me to a battle of wills.The actual reason I bought her so.