They always start out innocent, the best ones. So fragile, so vulnerable, beautiful porcelain ready to be stained and shattered. Pure. That purity is important. Anyone can take a damaged and abused girl and churn out a vulgar slut, that’s not art. No, the art is taking something delicate and turning it into something dirty, needy, but still delicate. Still soft, with wide eyes, as they do even the most depraved of acts.

That’s how all the men saw her. Delicate. Cute, never sexy. The girl next door, ready to start college and yet, somehow still untainted. That’s what made it fun, what made it a challenge. Not that it was impossible or anything. She was desperate, for attention, for validation, for a father figure in her life. She had never been abused, but hers was a lonely life. A life ripe for a man, or men, to insert themselves into.

Loneliness drove her online. She avoided the darker areas of the internet, the mean ones, the violent ones, but the “kind” men, she was drawn to them. She hated calling them Daddy, it make her stomach twist, and she was oh so uncomfortable with the words they used for her. Babygirl, little one, and the ones that called her daughter were the worst. She would cry softly sometimes after, touching herself, ashamed in the bathroom.

Why did their words have to make her feel so wanted and loved?

She should have quit, focused on finishing the school year, but she would come home to the empty house and she had worked so hard in her classes and all she wanted to hear was words of praise. So she would load up the websites, find those rooms, and wait for the words.

And the Daddy’s were generous. One taught her how to safely set up a PO Box, he had no intention of stalking her, told her to double check everything he said. He was sincere. He just wanted to give her something. So she did as he asked. When she got the box from the post office, bringing it to her empty home, her heart thundered in her chest. She opened it and cried.

Inside the box was another box, not simple cardboard but pink, with glitter and bows. A handwritten letter made her break down. Her “Daddy” told her how proud he was of her work, her studying, and that she was the bestest girl ever. That praise was punch to her gut and she read the letter 3 more times before putting it down. Wiping her tears, her hands trembling she opened the box. On top of more boxes was an expensive webcam. A note on it simply said she was worth it. She set it aside, opening the first box. In it was the teddy bear he’d mentioned. It was so soft, and she quivered, crying again as she held it against her chest. He’d told her it was important to have a stuffy, a security blanket against the world. For the first time in a long time, as she held it tightly against her, she felt loved.

Finally getting her breathing under control, she wiped her face again, opening another box. In it was makeup, lip gloss, pink of course. Then clothes, all variations of pink, soft, sexy. Most seemed a size too small for her. A note gave her instructions of the pink top with the soft white fluff on top. She stripped down, putting it on. It was tight, too tight almost but once on, felt so slimming. A collar there with a note on it, asking her to never put it on, unless she wants it. That collars are special, and should only be worn if they are ready to make a commitment. Other things, toys, a pacifier. They made her feel anxious, nervous, happy, and scared all at once.

She got online and talked to him. When she blushed when she used the pacifier, he praised her so much. When he got her to film herself touching herself, exposing every part of her body to him, he told her she was the perfect babygirl. He invited others to watch her and she drowned in their attention. For the first time in her life, she felt valued and loved. Her grades suffered a bit, as she dove to the computer when she got home, often rushing to the shower, aching, sweaty, smelling of orgasms before her mom came home. Every time her phone dinged her heart jumped. Yes, the things they had her do were degrading, or sometimes even hurt a bit, but she would cum so hard.

Then came the day, heart racing, that she put on that first top, and nothing else. On the messaging app, she gave her real number and waited for her Daddy. Her heart was about to explode when he asked why she had done that. That doing things like that was risky and she should know better. He was right, but she didn’t care anymore.

She took a picture, just her, her stuffy, his favorite top for her, and the collar. Nothing else. Shaved clean just like he wanted. She followed that up with her address and told him she was ready. She wanted to go where she was loved. Where she could always be his little girl. She trembled, touching herself, when the phone dinged.

“I’ll see you soon babygirl, ” was all it said. She cried happily, holding her stuff, grabbing her paci, as she turned on the webcam and rubbed herself until she came, ready to go to her new home.