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Lloyd Forger struggled against the handcuffs binding him to the bedhead. Handcuffs he recognised as being his, from his own spy toolkit.
He'd woken moments ago with a jolt, finding himself cuffed and tied to his own bed, in his own damn apartment. His head was pounding, a confusing up-and-down cocktail he could only guess to be the lingering effect of sleeping drugs, and his own current adrenaline.
Aside from Lloyd there was nobody else in the room, but he didn't expect it would stay that way for long. "Fuck!" he thought to himself, angry at his complacency. He should never have let his guard down, not even in his own home. He yanked at the ropes tying his feet to the bed, hoping something would come loose, but it only made them tighter.
"Who's after me? Ostania? What do they want? Think Lloyd, think!"
On inspection of the facts, the answer to that seemed worryingly obvious. If they wanted him dead, he'd be dead, so they wanted something else. He'd noticed straight away that he was stripped completely naked; a common interrogation technique to intimidate the victim. And even with the pounding in his head, and his bone-dry mouth, there was another taste he recognised; a faint bitterness at the back of his tongue. A drug to make him more susceptible to telling the truth. They wanted information.
The door creaked open and Lloyd steeled himself. But who came through wasn't the foreign agents he expected. It was Anya.
"Quick Anya, untie me!" Lloyd called, nodding with his head towards the ropes.
"Untie you, Daddy?" she asked, letting out a little laugh. But if I untie you, then you won't be tied up anymore!"
"Yes Anya! That's the point! You have to untie me before they come back! This isn't time for any of your silly games!"
Anya didn't say anything, but instead closed the door behind her with a soft click of the latch.
That's when the realisation hit him. His own handcuffs. His own sleeping powder. There never was any 'they'. There weren't any foreign agents. It had been Anya all along.
"Did you have a nice sleep?" asked the six-year-old, giving him a sweet smile.
Lloyd watched with a sense of growing unease as Anya approached. It was certainly her; the same short pink hair and green eyes, the same black dress she always wore. But something about the girl was different. Her voice was cute and childish like always, but somehow calmer, her eyes purposeful. This wasn't the excitable and clumsy little peanut-of-a-child he'd adopted as his own, and grown to love. This felt like someone else entirely.
"Why did you handcuff me, Anya?" asked Lloyd, testing the cuffs again. They wouldn't budge, and neither would the bed-frame.
"I just knew you'd like it, Daddy!" she said.
"Like it? I don't like it Anya!" said Lloyd. "Un-cuff me, sweetie, and we'll talk."
Lloyd thought about his options. If he dislocated his thumb, there was a pretty good chance he'd be able to slip a hand free of the cuffs. Oldest trick in the spy book, but Anya wouldn't know it. He kept his expression a practiced poker face, not looking away as he slowly twisted his hand into the right position to snap his thumb from its socket.
"Uh-oh!" said Anya. She quickly hopped up onto the bed, and ratcheted the cuffs another notch, tight now around his wrists. "You're super-duper clever Daddy, but I can tell when you're being sneaky!"
Lloyd was taken aback. There were times where Anya had been almost uncannily perceptive, but this was something else. It was like she was actually reading his mind. Impossible.
Lloyds head was still pounding, but his training told him to keep a cool appearance, and try a different approach. "Okay Anya, you caught me, ha-ha! Well done! Can you untie me now sweetie?"
Anya kneeled down at Lloyd's side on the bed, her bare feet tucked under her bottom. She ran a hand gently down his bare chest, exploring.
"I know what you think about when you look at me sometimes, Daddy." she said, quite plainly. "The things you want to do with me. I know what you think about when you go in your room and you're all alone. When you think nobody can see."
With both hands, the little girl lifted the hem of her dress, high up to her chest. She wasn't wearing any panties, and her naked peach was plain for Lloyd to see. "I know you want to touch me here," she said. "You want to put your thingy inside me too even! I know."
Lloyd tried to keep the shock from his face, but he couldn't. It was true he had... certain thoughts about the little girl. More than once when jerking off he'd imagined her tiny fingers on his hard cock, or her little cunny stretched wide as he fucked her... but those feelings were a secret he'd planned on taking to the grave. He would never tell another soul, Anya least of all.
"A-Anya, listen!" Lloyd stammered, "I don't know where you got any of these ideas, but that's not true! Those sort of things are... um.. they're something special that only grown-ups should do. You're just a little girl, and I would never do that!"
"You're a liar Daddy!" she yelled, suddenly angry. "You're big fat liar even if you don't think you are!"
"A-Anya!"
The child jumped from the bed, letting her dress back down. "Grown-ups are always like that!" she screamed, stomping. "Grown-ups always say one thing, and then inside their head it's totally different! I hate it! I hate it!"
Lloyd was stunned by Anya's outburst. He'd never seen the little girl so upset before. "Anya, listen, sweetie," he said, trying to calm the situation. "I know there must have been some bad men at the orphanage who said some bad things, but I'm not like that. Just untie me, and let's talk about it."
"No!" she screamed."You're lying Daddy, I won't untie you 'till you stop lying!"
Anya pounded around the room. She was angry but she was also almost crying. Drops of wetness were beginning to well up in the little girl's eyes, and it seemed like she could burst into tears at any moment. Suddenly, however, she stopped pacing. With a sniffle, she rubbed the tears from her eyes, and breathed out, a long and deep sigh.
"It's okay," she said, abruptly calm. "I know what to do."
Anya climbed onto the bed again. Lloyd's feet were still tied to the bedposts, and she crawled over his thigh to plop herself down in the space between his spread legs. She smiled and reached out a hand, gently stroking her fingers along his flaccid penis.
"It's gonna feel good Daddy, I promise!" she said, her voice sweet again.
Whatever she was planning, Lloyd couldn't let it happen. "Anya, stop that! No! Please no!" he pleaded, begging the little girl to stop.
"Sssssh! It's okay! You'll be honest soon, I know it."
Lloyd tried to wriggle away, but he couldn't hide from Anya's hand. She slowly stroked his flaccid cock as if she was petting a kitten, humming a meaningless little tune to herself. Her tiny fingers felt incredibly soft on his cock, and each stroke sent a tingle shooting up his spine. Lloyd knew the drugs she'd given him had a side effect. They were also a powerful aphrodisiac, and against his better judgement he was starting to get aroused, each tender stroke of the six-year-olds warm fingers sending more blood pumping to his member.
Anya kept on stroking, and Lloyd's cock continued to stiffen. As his cock grew it began to rise from his stomach like a slowly opening bridge, until it was pointing up in the air, hard and proud.
"Wow Daddy!" said Anya, eyes comically wide. "It's bigger than I thought it was gonna!"
She shuffled around on the bed, making herself comfortable, and reached out again for his cock. Her small fingers could barely encircle half his shaft, and so she put both hands on him instead, wrapping her little fingers and thumbs around his width, fingertip-to-tiny-fingertip. She started to fellate him up and down, both hands squeezing his cock.
Lloyd thought about resisting. Maybe there was still some way out of this? But... did he really want to be out of this? The forbidden sight of little Anya with her hands on his cock was like a fever-dream, and he could barely believe it was real. And on top of everything, the little girl's touches were starting to feel really damn good. If this was the first time she'd touched a cock before she was doing surprisingly well; slow and sensual, pulling long and tight on the down-stroke, not quite painful but still hard. Just the way he liked it. He let a moan escape his lips, purring at the touch of his adopted child.
"Does it feel good?" she asked, stroking.
He thought about saying no. He could do. The drugs Anya had slipped him weren't strong enough to make lying impossible, they just made the truth... much more pleasant. "It feels.. good..." he admitted, the weight of the words so illicit on his lips. "It feels good."
Anya smiled. "That's nice Daddy. It's good you're telling the truth."
Lloyd watched with fascination as the little girl continued her two-handed masturbation. He purred at the feeling, and knowledge that this was actually real. It was happening. Anya's hands were amazing on his cock, and he felt his imagination beginning to slip into increasingly erotic thoughts. Spies had few opportunities for intimacy, and over the years Lloyd's solo playtimes had become pretty intense. He had a collection of urethral sounds, and recently he'd often thought about little Anya while he was using them, imagining it was the pink-haired little girl sliding the rod deep into his pee-hole, rubbing his cock from the inside.
Anya cocked her head to the side, like a dog hearing a silent whistle. "Oh? You want to play with your special toys, Daddy?"
Lloyd shivered. There was no way this could be chance. It was impossible, but the little girl was in his damn head.
Anya didn't wait for an answer. She slid down from the bed and went to the chest of drawers where the toys were kept. "I remember... they're in... here!" she said, fetching out a black leather wallet. She put it on the side of the bed, climbing up after it with a little heave. The wallet opened like a book in two halves, and she laid it open across Lloyd's stomach and chest, as if he was a conveniently placed human table.
The wallet contained a variety of shiny metal rods, each held in place by loops of elastic. The sounds were arranged in order of size from small to large. "I wonder which one we should use...." pondered Anya.
Lloyd watched as she slowly ran a finger along the row of toys laid out on his tummy, one by one. She reached the size he normally used, and as if by magic her finger stopped, right on it.
"This one?" she asked, as if speaking to herself... or maybe...."
She moved her finger to the next size up. "Oh wow" thought Lloyd. That would be a stretch, but he could take it.
Anya tilted her head to the side again, and moved her finger further, two more sizes up, almost the biggest in the whole set. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!" thought Lloyd. That was big. Would it even fit? The thought of that toy being forced into his hole was slightly terrifying, but the thought of little Anya being the one to do it...
The girl took the shiny rod from the case, feeling its weight and size. It was smooth in places and bumpy in others, some of the length made up of little spheres all joined together into a long shaft. It was thick too, easily as wide of two of the six-year-old's fingers put together.
"Anya no, please!" Lloyd pleaded. "There's no way that can fit, it won't! Please Anya, don't!"
"You're really super bad at being honest, Daddy." said the little girl with a smile.
She moved the folder of toys from Lloyd's stomach, and sat herself back down in the space between his legs. His cock was still incredibly hard, pointing to the ceiling. Anya wet an index finger in her mouth, and put the tip against the opening of his pee-hole. She pushed downward, and with a little wiggle her finger slipped easily inside.
"Ooh, it's so warm!" she giggled, surprised.
Lloyd watched as the child began to fuck his pee-hole with her finger. Her finger felt warm to him too, and he started to purr and gasp as she moved her hand up and down, stroking him from the inside. She pushed her little finger as deep as it would go, pressing her knuckles against the squishy head of his cock. He'd fantasised about this so many times, and it seemed like Anya knew exactly what to do. The movement of her finger inside him felt amazing, and he shivered with animal arousal. Was she really reading his mind? He didn't know, and right now he didn't care.
Anya got the toy wet while she fingered him. She stuck her tongue out and licked it like it was an ice-cream, then tried bringing some saliva to the front of her mouth and spitting onto the metal, letting it run down in drippy rivulets. Finally happy it was wet enough she took out her finger, and brought the toy to his tip.
Lloyd thought about begging her to stop, but his arousal wouldn't let him. The tip of the toy was spherical, but smaller than the other bumps. Anya lined it up, and with a push from the little girl that first bump popped inside his hole. The next several inches of the toy were a smooth shaft, and he moaned as Anya let the toy slide deeper into his penis, almost under its own weight, feeling himself being filled up from the inside. The toy stopped sinking at the next bump. Anya stroked her fingers down his cock, tracing the thick shaft of the toy inside his pee-hole. She rubbed on the spherical tip where it bulged his urethra from the inside.
"Woah, I can feel it right here!" she cooed, wide-eyed in a moment of childish playfulness. She slid the rod up and down inside him, feeling it shift. "That's cool!"
The toy was inside him a long way, but there was still much further to go, and a lot more toy. Anya grasped the end of the metal rod again and started to push. Each of the remaining bumps got progressively bigger, and the next forced its way into Lloyd's hole with another pop, making him shiver. With her free hand Anya grasped the base of his cock as best her tiny fingers could, squeezing him firmly. Lloyd purred at the feeling of her soft hand on his cock, and moaned again as she pushed a little harder on the toy, another ball slipping inside his stretched pee-hole.
Lloyd shivered as more of the bumps slid into his hole. For every bump Anya had to push a little harder, and he could feel his urethra stretching wider with every one. There were only two bumps left now, and the tip of the toy was deep inside him, starting to rub against somewhere magical. Anya pushed hard, and Lloyd groaned as his hole stretched, resisting the intruder. She pushed harder still and the second-to-last bump forced its way inside, making him moan and whimper. He was so full and stretched it was painful, but it was a good pain. There was just one more bump, and he needed it. He wanted to reach down and take the toy himself, push it in, but his hands were bound and he tugged against the cuffs, squirming with anticipation.
"Do you like it, Daddy?" asked Anya.
"I like it Anya! It's so good! Push it in all the way!"
"Say please!"
"P-please Anya! Please!"
The little girl pushed hard, and Lloyd squealed as the final bump slipped inside his pee-hole, stretching him obscenely. With the last bump inside there was a bit more free-play, and Anya started to rub the toy up and down, masturbating him from the inside. He could feel the bead at the very tip of the toy deep inside him, rubbing his prostate, and he shivered in delight. "Oh fuck, that feels so good!" he thought. He watched Anya as she fucked his hole, barely believing the cute girl could do such a lewd thing. He suddenly had a thought, a crazy and perverse thought. It was only fleeting, but it was too late; the thought had already been had.
Anya looked at him. "You have some very funny ideas Daddy," she said. "But okay!"
She let go of Lloyd's cock. It stood straight up, rock hard, the metal tip of the toy sticking out from his hole like a pretty jewel.
"A-Anya... y-you don't need to do that," said Lloyd, "It was just a thought sweetie, you don't need to..."
"That's okay Daddy! " she smiled. "I don't want you to lie anymore."
The girl spat into her hand. "Oh, but whoops tho'! I better take this off! Don't wanna get messy."
She pulled her dress up over her head, turning it inside-out as she struggled free from it. With no underwear beneath she was naked now, and Lloyd felt his cock jump in arousal, without her even touching it. Anya spat into her hand again, doing her best to make it nice and wet, fingers glistening with saliva. She reached down between his legs, searching for the right place.
"Here? Here?"
Lloyd felt a little finger squish against his asshole.
"Okay... there!"
Anya pushed forward, and her finger slipped easily into his ass. She joined it quickly with a second and a third and a fourth, Lloyd's asshole stretching easily to accommodate her dainty digits. Her thumb joined in too, and she pushed slowly but forcefully against his asshole with all her fingers, stretching it wide. Lloyd gasped at the feeling of Anya's hand spreading him open. He couldn't believe what was happening. He'd only imagined this scene for a second, but that had been enough for the little girl, and she'd snatched it right out of his mind. Made it real.
She pulled her fingers back out and spat onto her hand again, making it wetter. This time. the child closed her hand into a fist. She pushed slowly against Lloyd's ass, his hole stretching wider and wider as his muscles relaxed, almost at the widest point of her fist.
Lloyd moaned and gasped as the little girl pushed her whole hand inside him. "Oh! Oh! Oh fuck, Anya!" he whimpered, cock bouncing helplessly in the air as her fist slipped inside. Anya gasped too as her hand slipped inside, amazed. She watched the union of her hand and her Daddy intently, transfixed. Slowly she started to move her hand, pushing and pulling gently as his asshole stretched around her wrist. Lloyd shivered, and pulled at the ropes and cuffs that bound him.
Anya looked up at him. "Do you like it, Daddy?" she asked.
The thought of lying didn't cross his mind. "I like it Anya!" he purred, "It feels good, it feels so good!"
She smiled, and started to push.
Lloyd could feel Anya's whole hand, warm and big inside him. She began to move in and out, pulling her arm back to the wrist and then slowly pushing deeper in long, un-hurried strokes. Every push sent her fist further than before, each forcing a moan from his lips as she slipped into his deepest insides. Lloyd wriggled in his bounds, and the heavy rod in his cock bounced, the metal spheres rubbing his urethra from the inside, while the base of the toy bounced on his prostate. His cock was begging for the release of touch, but all he could do was whimper and writhe helplessly.
Anya pushed her hand even deeper still, until she was up to the elbow. Lloyd shivered from the stimulation, and the perverse sight of his naked little six-year-old fisting him deep, her whole forearm in his asshole. Her hand was massaging his prostate from the inside too now, and together with the stimulation of the toy he could feel more and more pre-cum welling up inside him. Despite the plug in his cock stretching his pee-hole tight, the pressure was still finding somewhere to go. A river of clear pre-cum was leaking around the toy from the tip of his bouncing cock, running down his hard cock in wet rivulets. Every push of Anya's fist sent a wave of pleasure rushing through his deepest insides, and he moaned like a girl as more and more pre-cum dripped from his hole. The little girl was milking her daddy like a cow.
"Do you love me, Daddy?" Anya asked, her fist deep in his bowels.
"Yes, I love you Anya!" Lloyd moaned, lost in ecstasy.
She pushed her hand deeper. "Even more than Mama Yor?"
"Even more than Yor! More than anyone!"
"You like to see me all naked don't you, Daddy?" she asked next, rubbing his prostate.
Lloyd whimpered and tugged at his ropes, cock bouncing. "Yes! Yes Anya, I love it!"
"You want to put your thingy inside me too, don't you?"
"Yesssss! Oh God Anya! Oh fuck yes! I want it so bad!"
The little girl doubled her efforts, and Lloyd bucked and writhed in his bondage. He couldn't even touch himself, but even so he could feel an incredible pleasure welling up deep inside, building higher and higher. Anya's fist rubbed him from the inside, so deep and big. He shivered and moaned, bucking his hips, tugging at the ropes, cock bouncing. His ass was full and his cock was full too, the hard rod bulging the whole length of this urethra, right down to his prostate, clear milk gushing from his stretched pee-hole. He "Oh fuck Anya! Oh fuck! I'm gonna come!" he moaned, writhing again.
Anya gave one last squeeze, and Lloyd went over the edge, coming completely hands-free. He squealed in pleasure, bucking his hips as the river of pre-cum turned white, stretching his abused pee-hole even wider as the pressure forced itself around the toy, flowing from his tip and running down his bouncing shaft. "Oh fuck! oh fuck!" he moaned, pulling on the ropes as he came again and again, his balls and prostate both shivering and pulsing in wave after wave of pleasure.
Finally his orgasm subsided, and he collapsed into the pillows. Anya pulled her arm slowly from his ass, wet with spit and juices, but happily not messy.
"Eeew!" said Anya, wondering what to do with her sticky arm. It was incredible the little girl had taken this long to find something icky.
She pulled the urethral sound slowly from Lloyd's cock too, the beads popping as they slipped past the tightest point at the tip of his gaping piss-hole.
"See Daddy, I knew you could be honest!" she said, smiling.
"Will you untie me now, Anya?" Lloyd gasped, breathing heavy but trying to regain some composure.
"Mmn-hmmn! But have a drink first Daddy, I bet you're thirsty!"
Lloyd nodded, too exhausted to object. And he was thirsty. His mouth had been dry from the moment he woke up.
Anya fetched a glass of water from the bedside, and tipped it to his mouth. "Here Daddy!"
The water was cool and refreshing, and he was so thirsty he gulped it down without question. It was only after he'd drained the glass that he felt a strange taste in the back of his mouth.
"Anya...."
"Heh heh," she said, a smug smile across her face. "Have a nice sleep, Daddy."
The little girl picked up her dress and left the room, closing the door behind her. Lloyd let his head fall back into the pillow, staring up at the ceiling. This kid was more dangerous than he could have imagined.
Several minutes passed and he felt his eyelids growing heavy. He could try and fight it, but what was the point? And besides, he genuinely was tired. He closed his eyes, and let the blackness of sleep take him.
When Lloyd awoke, he could tell it must be late afternoon. The light filtering through the blinds was a warm orange, and a pleasant breeze blew in from the open window. He was still in his bed and still naked, but no longer bound, and the blankets had been pulled up to cover him. Happily, he was feeling a lot better. The drugs had worn off and his head felt much clearer. It had been a good sleep.
He slipped out of the bed and pulled a set of clothes from his dresser, putting on his usual pressed trousers and white shirt, leaving the top collar button undone. He went to the door, not sure what to expect. He could hear the sounds of television from the next room, and opened the door carefully.
Anya was on the couch, watching TV. Her favourite cartoon was on, the sounds of action coming from the tinny speakers.
"It's Spy Wars Daddy!" she said, bouncing happily. "The baddie came and then they were all like KACHOW!" she said, gesturing wildly with her arms. "And then he got a gun and it was like BABABABA!! and the goodie nearly got dead but he did like a super WOOOAH flip and then POW!"
Lloyd breathed a silent sigh of relief. This was his Anya, the crazy little peanut he loved.
"You really like Spy Wars, huh?" he asked, sitting down next to her on the couch.
"Yeah! The TV is fun 'cause I can't tell what it's thinking."
He looked at the little girl, unsure whether that was on purpose or not. He was starting to second guess whether anything the child did was truly an accident.
"So... you really can read minds, then?"
"Mmn-hmmn," she said, matter of factly.
It was a simple statement, but the significance of it wasn't lost on Lloyd. He knew that must have taken a lot of courage from the little girl, more than he could know. He could only imagine the pain it must have caused her, to hear so many things other people were never meant to hear. No wonder she'd hidden her abilities for all this time.
"That's okay," he said, hugging her. "I don't care if you can read my mind, you're still my special Anya."
She hugged him back, squeezing tight.
"There are some things I need to say, though," said Lloyd, letting her go. "It might be a bit difficult now, but you'll understand when you grow up, trust me."
Anya didn't want one of her Daddy's lectures, but she listened.
"Sometimes people do say things that aren't the same as what's in their head, and that's not always a bad thing. Especially grown-ups. Sometimes we need to lie a little, and sometimes that can be the kindest thing to do even." he said. "So it's okay to listen to what people think in their head, but you also need to listen to what people say, too. That's important. Does that make sense, Anya?"
Anya looked puzzled. "Does that mean you don't wanna put your thingy in me?" she asked.
Lloyd sighed and rubbed his temple in despair. The subtleties of this topic might be a little lost on her for the moment. But despite that, he was done with lying. At least to Anya.
"Actually, you were right about that at least. I do want to, very much!"
She giggled, "That's good, 'cause I do too!"
The little girl tilted her head. Lloyd knew what that meant by now. "But maybe in her butt because her pussy is too small???" she said, her face a look of utter disgust as she read his thoughts.
"Hey, cut that out!" said Lloyd, playfully bopping Anya on the head and sending her bouncing from the couch with a squeal.
He smiled. There would be plenty of time for all of that. Just not today.