The signs went up in the poorer regions of the South western Siberian city of Barnaul, roughly mid-point between Novosibirsk and the Kazakhstan border, about 200 miles further south. They read, "Models sought, 9-12 yrs, female." They created quite a stir amongst the young girls who dreamed of escape from the drudgery that they were forced to endure in the new Russia. Their parents had difficulty in feeding the family, even finding work. There was a line of parents & girls around the block on the day the casting was held in the hastily rented space, where the girls were asked to parade and pout.

Of the hundreds of hopefuls, thirty reached or exceeded the bar of slimness, grace & beauty and were asked to stay so we could interview their parents. I was accompanied by Lydia, whom I had met online in a forum dedicated to the worship of young girls. Lydia, who was wardrobe/make-up/interpreter/den-mother. was from Moscow and I had flown in especially for this exercise from my home in Oxfordshire. I am James Wilson, a semi retired businessman with a love of photography. We had - or Lydia had - hired some local security and a girl to man the front desk. This was all part of my despicable plan to ensure a steady supply of beautiful young things to satisfy me in every way possible. It was frankly worth the expense, I concluded, upon looking out over the thirty totally gorgeous little things with their poorly dressed parents.

We had a series of questions for the parents that became increasingly pointed as the interviews went on. Lydia and I whittled them down to a core cadre of ten of the girls that had my eyes rolling, with parents most desperate and poor, before starting with the crucial interviews to select our final girls. I detail one here to indicate how the winning applicants were selected.

"Mr & Mrs Yaraslav, please come in and sit down," invited Lydia, with a gentle smile. Their daughter Anastaysia was waiting outside the office with hope in her 9 year old eyes. "The pay is 100,000 Rubles in cash paid before we leave for you parents & 100,000 Rubles for Anastaysia locked in a bank account for her future. Please tell me how important this would be for your daughter, understanding that we would take her to a location dacha in eastern Siberia, where she would do some modelling - decently dressed. She would also spend the time outside of her modelling duties by learning conversational English in a classroom situation along with the other successful applicants. She would also spend time with Mr James, learning other types of interaction - he is a very gentle & kind man."

This was the first key indicator as to whether the girl would be suitable. Many a father realised what was being said and stormed out, dragging his wife and collecting his bemused daughter on the way. In the cases where the families situation was so desperate that the father & mother were able to gloss over the implication of what was being said, the following was accepted by them in the case of a small number of the girls. "Naturally, as a kind and gentle man, Mr James would not want any hurt or pain for Anastaysia, so in the next week you will have to ensure that she has already lost her hymen - a hairbrush handle would do, or perhaps her father would want to? Also these would need to be gotten used to by her," Lydia said, showing a range of buttplugs in ascending size, "also, you may wish to instruct her in fellatio, Mrs Yaraslav." The parents looked down sadly, but then looked up and nodded with conviction, the father with a faraway smile passing his lips.

Three girls passed this audition process and were booked for the week away, leaving the following Saturday. Their parents taking their buttplugs and a conviction to prepare their daughters physically and mentally for their week away - and planning together what to do with the substantial sum of money.

Cute little redhead Anastaysia - with her barely there little girl breast bumps. She was very slim, with a lovely 1 inch gap between the top of her thighs that outlined her mons perfectly when she pulled her jeans down to show her legs to Mr James & Lydia and the cutest little bum as she turned to show them. Anastaysia's mother wouldn't let her husband near her little baby and did the deed with her hairbrush handle, patiently teaching her the art of eating a banana without using teeth, whilst Anastaysia became comfortable with first the smallest plug and building up to the largest by the day before departure day.

Perky, half-peach breasted 11 year old brunette, Gallina, proved to be an avid model, naturally showing her best angle of face and line of her body. As she had no mother, her father took her as soon as they got home, forcing her to her knees before him as he sat in his favourite chair. He undid his jeans and put his hand on the back of her head, pulling her forward into his crutch, telling her to open her mouth and sliding his cock in between her succulent little lips. She felt uncomfortable with him filling her mouth and then he came. She tried to pull back but he had his hand grabbing her hair and she found herself swallowing. He pulled her onto his lap and slid his hand under her skirt and up her inner thigh, cupping her little panties as she struggled. He angrily pushed her beside him and roughly pulled her panties down her legs and then pushing her knees apart, put his mouth over her labia and started sucking and licking. Gallina became breathless as her body betrayed her and her legs fell completely open. Her dad's dick had hardly got any softer since he spurted in her mouth - he had stopped himself from doing this for some time and now, it seemed that all bets were off - he was sending her off to get royally fucked by some Englishman and it was his turn NOW! He grabbed his dick and rubbed it up and down her 11 year old slit and then pushed hard at the entrance to her vagina, sliding in to the hilt after the initial resistance as she screamed to accompany her virginal blood on his raging cock, forcing him to put his hand over her mouth. Later, as she cried, her little prepubescent body huddled in the foetal position in her bed, he took some cooking oil and smeared it all over her little virgin arsehole before sliding his rigid dick into her anus; tight to start as his head pushed through, then easier as his shaft followed deep, into her well lubricated, tightly puckered anus. The picture of his cock pistoning in and out of his little girl guaranteed to stay with him until he died. Pushing her face into her pillow, he slid into her as far as he could as she screamed into the pillow, with his balls slapping on her little bald cunt each stroke. He fucked her tight arse for a good 10 minutes before cumming hard in his baby girl's bum;

And the tall 12 year old blonde beauty, Nadia, with her beautiful a-cup gymnasts body had already lost her hymen to the vaulting horse with a mistimed jump, had a loving time with her daddy when her mother discretely left to spend some of the cash fee. She had always had a serious crush on her daddy who had been a gymnast himself and still was one of the best in the district on the parallel bars. She went to him and said, "please teach me daddy?" She was still in her leotards and he ran his hand from her cheek down over her beautiful bourgeoning young breast, across her tummy and down to her beautiful curve. Sliding his finger down the well defined line between her labia he could feel the dampness through the thin fabric. She moved her feet apart and he slid his other hand around her hip and down to the edge of her leotard, sliding under it and moving his finger between her cheeks to massage across her little arsehole; he could feel it reacting to his touch like a kiss. Given the relative positions of his two hands, she didn't know whether to push back or forward.

The girls were all more than excited as they went to the small airport, having been picked up by Lydia & Mr James in a taxi and got into the Rysachok 10-seater that Mr James had hired. To be flying to a modelling assignment, learning some English and having a week of good food in a warm and comfortable dacha, meant they were all, in their own ways, quite sanguine about the other things they understood that they would do. In fact the eldest, Nadia was quite looking forward to the week and fulfilling her obligation, Gallina was feeling dread of a repeat of her father's rough handling, and the littlest Anastaysia, to learning in a romantic, childish way how she would become a woman. On arrival, Lydia took the girls up to their room and settled them in. On each of the beds were shiny black, new strap-over school shoes, knee-high white socks, quality underwear & training bra and a typically chaste school uniform of blue plaid, almost-knee-length/mid thigh skirt & white, button-up blouse, with tie, which was to be their standard outfit when not on a shoot, as the bulk of the rest of the time would be in class. The girls quickly changed. The outfits were of a greater quality than anything they had yet worn. They looked simply stunning, if little girls in school uniform were your thing.

The day began and they trooped downstairs to the classroom and looked around at the maps, four little desks and teacher's desk in front of the large blackboard. The girls gingerly sat down; all three girls were wearing their buttplugs. Miss Lydia came into the room, announcing, "Mr James will speak to you now, girls; I will translate until you start to pick it up."

On cue, I strode into the room, "Good morning, ladies. This is going to be a good week for all of us. At the end of it, you will all be able to hold your own in light conversation in English. You will also have a photo portfolio that will enable you each to further your modelling careers. If you are good girls, we may allow you to keep some of the fashion that you particularly like." At this the girls all shared an excited glance. It was interesting watching their positive reactions to Lydia's translation some seconds after I spoke.

"Also, if you are very good - the best of you... I will send you home with an extra 50,000 Rubles for yourself to do with what you wish. I could be sending you all home with that extra money... or none of you. It depends on you. You will have to excel; be obedient - do everything either Lydia or I tell you... with a smile, be happy and the very best at what you are doing. You will have to be inventive, learn everything as we go through the week and don't complain about anything - not that there will be any reason to."

As Lydia finished translating this I saw the glances between the girls as they all individually decided on the spot that there was nothing they wouldn't do to earn that extra money. Gallina had a determined look that I learned later was her intent to move to her mother's sister's home to be shot of her dad, Little Anastaysia was thinking of unicorns and keeping a little before giving the bulk to her parents and Nadia thought only of a Lada for her dad. They were all resolved that they would earn that bonus, whatever it took. "Thank you, ladies. Enjoy your first day in class and I will see you each during the course of your lessons, today."

Lydia spoke to the girls, "Anastaysia, you are first to see Mr James." She waited until the little girl had excitedly jumped up and was level with her at her teacher's desk before motioning her to bring her ear closer, "Just slip upstairs darling and put your plug away in your bathroom before you go to Mr James' study." Anastasya skipped out and up the stairs. A couple of minutes later the diminutive beauty was at the study door tapping gently. Come in, little one, she heard through the door in passable Russian.

The door opened and a vision of preteen loveliness slipped in to stand in the centre of the room with her shiny shoes touching at the toes, a gentle smile on her pretty face, as she pushed a wisp of hair over her ear. I stepped out of my chair and walked around to her, kindly towering over her less than 5 feet from toe to crown. I sat on the settee close to her and put my hand on her cheek, sliding my fingertips softly across her lips to the other side, turning her head to me. She turned her little body towards me as my hand slipped down her neck and down her arm to grasp her fingers softly. She gave a slight pressure back and her smile grew, reinforcing to me that this was one beautiful child. My hand bridged the gap between her fingers and her hip and I rubbed her flank softly up to her waist, sliding it around to the small of her back over her blouse and under her little jacket. She just smiled her winning smile at me. We were eyeball to eyeball, not a foot away from each other. I could smell her little girl smell and it was intoxicating. Of it's own volition, my hand slid down to caress her palm sized bottom which was the nicest thing I had felt in months. My other hand went to her throat and slid down her neck and onto her blouse, feeling her heartbeat quicken. I slid further down to gently cup her budding little breast before undoing the button there and sliding my hand under her blouse and into her bra cup to fondle her nipple between my fingers. I was gratified that it hardened immediately. I slipped it out and keeping a firm proprietorial grasp of her soft little bottom, I slid my hand down her tummy over her skirt to her beautiful little mons as she took a gasping breath, feeling for the first time a man's hand tracing her little slit.

"I'm afraid, my dear, you must understand that discipline is vital here. I'm sure you understand." I gave her my little speech that I had practiced so the girls will have no misunderstanding. I then whisked her over my knee before she even had the chance to cry out. I slid my hand up her thighs pushing up her skirt to her waist, revealing her beautiful little bum encased in her small, tight little 'good girl' undies, which prominently showed her little mound between her thighs. I returned my hand to her lower thighs whilst holding her stationary with my other hand at her waist. Slowly I slid it up her thigh sliding it between her thighs and firmly touching her sweet little peach shape, lingering to familiarise myself with it's soft and delightful tactility. My fingers lingering to fully investigate the furrow in her panties that was nirvana to me.

After tarrying for time enough to acquaint myself with her beauteous bits whilst she gently moved her little hips in untrained natural sensuality, I slid my hand with more speed up over her perfect bum to grasp the top of her undies and wrench them down her thighs baring her glorious bum and mons. Her gorgeous little bumhole tightened in surprise in a snapshot that will live with me forever. Quickly, on the upswing I hit her a glancing blow on her cheeks adjacent to her beautiful little cunt. This caused her to spasm in shock and I had to press down on her back to keep her in place. These things caused me to lose control of my erection, which had been vaguely under control to this point. Her little cunt, winking arsehole, involuntary spasms and my pressing her down on my dick all made the following smacks to her bottom one of the best experiences of my life. I'm a softie so I couldn't hit her hard, just enough to make a noise and for her to know she had been spanked, but to also know deep down, that she wasn't at risk of physical injury - that she was safe.

I crooned in her ear, "good girl," rubbing her glorious little bottom as she slipped into some Stockholm syndrome wriggle with her abuser (that'd be me), exacerbated when I leant down and kissed her bottom, angled my head to kiss the lips on what was probably the best looking cunt I had ever seen. I licked it and licked it, then took her clitoris between my lips and squeezed and rolled until she completely lost it feeding me with her unexpected emissions. I then lifted a bit as I felt an urgent need to then lick her gorgeous little pink freckle, which I consequently had the enormous pleasure in doing. I took my time over it, which increased her wriggle's velocity. My dick did not complain at her movement and was overjoyed at my next idea.

I pulled up her undies to be all neat & proper, then smoothed her skirt back down appropriately, helping her up on her feet into the picture perfect 9 year old schoolgirl again. She smiled at me in a way that made my heart sing and I moved her between my knees. I slid my hands down her arms and pulled her hands towards my belt, which she - the intuitive little sweetheart, started unbuckling. She then slid my zip down revealing my dick that she had been feeling on her thigh & hip when I was spanking her. Her eyes flared as she sighted her first dick, an angry one or otherwise. He was rigid, red and ready for action. Anastaysia reached her little hand to him and wrapped her fingers around inquisitively; I put my hand on top of her head, applied gentle downward pressure and she sank to her knees, her other hand steadying her on my knee then sliding up my thigh making a bee line to my balls. A drop of clear fluid appeared on the tip as she started to bring her face closer - I wasn't pulling her to me, her tiny pink tongue extending through her incredibly sexy little lips as she came close to lick it up for her to test the taste. I saw in her eyes that it wasn't objectionable to her which made my heart sing away to itself. I decided to give her no instructions, just to see how she dealt with it. She was the youngest and I had a bit of time to train her up. Her tongue darted out again and she attacked it like an ice-cream, starting at the base and lapping with the flat of her tongue up to the head where she pushed the head into her little mouth, sucking and rubbing her tongue on the bottom of my glans in what was a perfect technique. You have to imagine just how good this little slip of a girl in school uniform was in dealing with my dick in her mouth. I put my hand on her head - not fiercely but because I love my hand on the head of a little girl sucking my dick and pushed my hips up to gently fuck her little mouth. Being the softie I am, makes me disinclined to want to force my cock into a young girl's throat as, apart from being predatory behaviour, I think it's unattractive for them to be gagging & drooling, particularly when the sight of my dick going into a beautiful little girl's mouth as she looks at me with adoration just prior to me cumming in her, is one of the three sexiest sights ever, full stop, in the world.

I don't know how well she was taught or whether she was a born natural, but she gave me one of the most memorable blowjobs of my life and very soon, with her gently squeezing my balls as her other hand firmly gripped the base of my cock and her gorgeous little mouth sucked me in and out quite deeply, well suddenly I was tensing up as I came into her strongly sucking mouth looking into her beautiful eyes as she swallowed and swallowed.

When Anastaysia finished licking, sucking and swallowing, I picked her up off her knees and put her on my knee where we fell quite naturally into a close and comfortable hug. I could fall for this girl. I turned to her and said, "I am going to do such fabulous photographs of you my dear girl." We hugged even harder.