Smith woke up just after 6:00 am. Elena had already gotten up and had put out clothes for him and started a pot of coffee. Now, he could hear the water running as she showered. He was amazed at the little girl. Ramirez had trained her wonderfully. Smith lay back on the bed remembering the past evening. His cock was beginning to stir as he replayed the past night's events over in his mind.
Elena stepped from the shower and wrapped herself in a large bath towel. She quickly toweled her hair and walked into the bedroom. Seeing Smith was awake, she gave him a smile. Seeing her standing there, soaking wet sent a jolt through him. Wrapped in the big pink towel, she looked like a little doll. Smith's cock stood fully erect, as he looked her over. She stood there in front of him.
"Good morning, Mr. Smith." Elena said.
"Hi, Baby!" Smith replied. He sat up on the bed. "Drop the towel."
Elena let the front of the towel fall from her hand. She gave her shoulders a roll and the towel fell to the floor with a damp thud. She gave him a shy smile and a struck a little pose for him.
As almost always happened in the presence of a beautiful child, Smith went on autopilot. Without even thinking, he sprang from the bed and was on Elena in a flash. He grabbed her and pulled her to him. His hands were everywhere and his mouth was on her face, kissing and licking her hungrily. He lifted her onto the bed and mounted her quickly. Her face had no fear and her body didn't resist him, but when she spoke her voice was stern.
"No, Mr. Smith. Don't fuck me," she admonished him. "You have to work now. You must be in top condition. You may fuck me tonight when you return from work."
Smith lay on top of Elena with his cock pressing against her pussy. He wanted her desperately but he knew she was right. It was his first day on the job and they expected him to be fresh. Slowly, he lifted himself off her and went to the shower. Elena hopped off the bed and called to him.
"What color are you in the mood for, Mr. Smith?" she asked.
"I don't know, Baby," Smith replied. "Red, I guess."
From the top drawer of the dresser, Elena pulled a crimson red g-string and placed it on top of Smith's sweat pants and muscle T-shirt. Her own things had been brought up late last night, and she dressed much like yesterday. It was her standard outfit, the spandex mini dress and platform pumps; the only thing Ramirez had let her wear. Only the colors were different. Instead of a thong, today she wore a royal blue high cut bikini panty. There was a knock on the door and Elena hopped up from the sofa.
When Smith emerged from his shower, Elena was already gone. He poured himself a cup of coffee and prepared to get dressed. Smith picked a copy of the day's schedule from the table and saw the name of his partner for the day. Next to his name, it read:
Esperanza Diaz: Bogota, Colombia: 8 years old.
That was all the information that Smith had. He wouldn't even know what she looked like until he met her. He was guessing that in order to make his initiation into the facility as easy as possible, she was probably very pretty. Just in case, Smith figured he would make some preparations to ensure a good performance.
From the box labeled "ALPROSTADIL", Smith pulled a syringe and removed the plastic sheath covering the sharp end, taking hold of his cock with the other hand. Carefully, Smith inserted the tip of the needle into his cock about a half-inch from the base and just to the right of center, and slowly injected the contents. In a few seconds, Smith felt the chemical begin rushing through his bloodstream. A smile slowly spread across his face and he pounded his fist against his chest twice in he-man fashion. Looking down, Smith noticed that his cock was standing bolt upright, ready for action.
As Smith continued getting dressed, he was struck by an incredible irony. The name of his partner was Esperanza Diaz. Smith suddenly realized that "esperanza" was the Spanish word for "hope." He laughed out loud. Hope? HOPE?! Every time he said it, his cock grew harder. Hope? This little bitch didn't have a prayer!
In the boardroom, the staff was gathered for Escobar's daily address. Some of the night crew was still hanging around. Smith didn't know any of them but a couple of them looked vaguely familiar. The mood around the table was much more tense than it had been yesterday. At this time of the morning, most of the staff was anxious to get to work. Ramirez was not joking this morning, and Bianca Navarro's soft perfume contrasted with the serious look on her face. Milovic rubbed his hands together nervously. Raul Palma sat slouched in his seat with a cigarette dangling from his lips. Smith could see him discretely rubbing his cock through his pants.
Even Smith had his game-face on. The Alpro was roaring through his system now, and he was nearly rocking in his seat in anticipation of the girl who awaited him. Finally, Escobar finished her comments and sent them off to their assignments. She escorted Smith down a hallway with five rooms on each site. Each door was numbered. Smith would be working in Room 3 today.
"Mr. Smith, I want to remind you. We realize that this is your first day with us. Please relax and do not feel you have to impress us. Just do what comes natural." Escobar reassured him.
"Thank you, Captain." Smith snapped, annoyed at her patronizing tone. "I'll be just fine."
Escobar raised her hand to her face to shield a grin. It didn't bother her that Smith was sharp with her. To the contrary, it excited her. She loved the intensity that Smith brought to his work and the results that intensity brought.
"Of course, Mr. Smith," She said. "No offense meant."
Smith yanked off his sweats and T-shirt and tossed them aside just to the left of the door of Room 3. As he turned the door handle, Smith replied over his shoulder.
"None taken, Captain." Turning back to her, he let out a smile. "Watch and learn."
He disappeared into Room 3.
Marco Diaz slowly started to come around from the drug that had felled him the evening before. He noticed that he was seated upright and could not move his arms or legs. As he became more alert, he realized that he was bound to a chair. His head was held in a harness so that he was forced to face forward, toward a window opening on a darkened room. An attractive young woman was checking his restraints and repositioning him to within inches of the window. Moving quickly with an expert's hand, the woman inserted spring props under his eyelids, allowing him to blink but not to keep his eyes closed for more than a second. She inserted a rather large rubber ball into his mouth and then covered the ball and his mouth with duct tape. Having securely fastened him, the woman took a seat next to him. She spoke to him in a hushed tone.
"Welcome to our facility, Mr. Diaz. You are about to be greatly honored. You are about to meet a very important man. You are about to meet Mr. Smith. Do you understand what that means, Mr. Diaz?"
Actually, Diaz had no idea what she meant. He was no fool, however. He did realize that whoever he was, this Mr. Smith was probably the last person on earth he wanted to meet. He had no idea how correct that assumption would soon prove to be. The young woman continued softly, inches from his ear.
"Mr. Smith is new to our staff from America. Today is his first day here, Mr. Diaz. Today you will watch Mr. Smith at work and you will learn what many people in America already know, Mr. Diaz. Once you meet Mr. Smith, your life and the lives of those you love are forever changed."
Her words chilled Diaz. The woman pressed a button on the arm of her chair and the lights went on suddenly in the room in front of them. Diaz was momentarily blinded, but he could see that there was someone in the room. As his eyes slowly adjusted, it became clear that it was a little girl and she was cowering in a corner. Little by little he recognized her until the image filled his mind with horror. Behind the ball in his mouth, he let out a scream and pulled at his restraints. Her voice now nearly a whisper, the woman spoke once more.
"Congratulations, Mr. Diaz. Esperanza has been chosen as Mr. Smith's first partner."
Diaz saw the outer door to the room open. His heart pounded in his chest. The woman sounded short of breath.
"Prepare yourself, Mr. Diaz!" she panted. "Prepare to meet Mr. Smith!"
Smith walked into Room 3 and shut the door behind him. The room was 7 feet square. The floor and three walls were lightly padded with small windows about six feet up. The outer parts of the fourth wall were also padded, with the middle four feet dominated by a floor-to-ceiling window. The glass was smoked dark and had a slight mirror effect to it, making it impossible to see through to the other side.
Diaz went frantic as soon as he saw the scantily dressed Smith enter the room with his daughter. Six foot plus and 200 pounds of muscle, Smith dwarfed the child. He was a rather attractive young man, and yet Diaz could feel the sinister vibes pouring from Smith as he set his sights on the little girl. Seeing the nearly naked man, Diaz knew immediately what was about to happen to his baby.
Any concerns Smith may have had about performance anxiety instantly evaporated the moment he saw Esperanza Diaz. Smith was instantly smitten with her. She was just over four feet tall and about 70 pounds. She had the olive-tanned skin that Smith loved in the little Hispanic girls. Her features were soft, with big round eyes, smooth cheeks and a small dimple in her chin. Her dark hair was long and wavy, spilling over her shoulders and running halfway down her back. She wore only the nightgown she had on when Lt. Aybar's men took her from her home, which fell to just above her knees.
Esperanza was terrified at the sight of Smith entering the room. She realized immediately that he was nearly naked and, although she was only 8 years old, she instinctively knew what that meant. As Smith approached her, she shrank into the corner. She braced herself as Smith reached for her.
Smith slid his hand along Esperanza's chin and around the back of her head, gently lifting her upright by her hair. He stared at the girl's face for a moment and then lowered his face to hers. Their lips met and Esperanza snapped upright. She instinctively raised her arms and shoved her hands into his chest, trying to push him back. Smith pulled the child's face to his and slid his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, he reached his other hand down between her knees and tried to get into the nightgown from below.
Esperanza managed to twist herself free of Smith, but she had nowhere to go. She snapped upright and angrily wiped the kiss from her mouth. Facing him, she stood up on her toes and spit in his face, the saliva hitting him full in both eyes. Smith wiped his eyes and before he could stop himself he swung his right hand out in an arc. His palm caught Esperanza flush across the cheek, sending her flying across the room. She let out a loud squeak as she was hit and bounced full force off the glass, landing on the floor with a heavy thud. Smith was on her almost as soon as she hit the floor.
Marco Diaz sat inches from the assault of his daughter. He cried out when Smith slapped Esperanza's face. His eyes kept going back and forth from Esperanza crawling on the floor to Smith looming over her, taunting her. When he next looked at Smith, Diaz saw the big grin across the American's face and his hand cupped over his crotch. Smith knew exactly where Diaz would be sitting. Looking him almost directly in the eye, Smith took hold of his crotch and pulled off his g-string. His eight-inch cock leapt from the garment and climbed upward, bouncing twice as it sprung free. Smith flexed and posed naked for him, thrusting his hips out forward, and presenting to Diaz what would be the instrument of his daughter's destruction. The size of Smith's cock and its obvious state of excitement caused Diaz to nearly hyperventilate as he saw Smith pump his cock a half dozen times and then turn back to his baby.
Smith grabbed a handful of Esperanza's hair and yanked her roughly to her feet. He slapped her again, and again she flew into the glass. This time, he caught her before she fell. Smith held Esperanza up by the shoulders, her knees buckling, her head bobbing and her hair hanging in her face.
Even after two slaps and having her head impact the glass twice, Esperanza still resisted. Even as she rocked back and forth unsteadily, she reached up and slapped Smith across the face. The sting of her slap excited Smith even more and he toyed with her, pushing her around. Again, Esperanza slapped Smith and he answered with a half-strength slap of his own across her cheek. Esperanza did a pirouette and then went down again.
Once again, Smith reached down and lifted Esperanza to her feet by her hair, the pain in her scalp making her cry out. With his left hand, Smith took hold of Esperanza's right shoulder. With his right hand, he grabbed the front collar of her nightgown. Quickly, Smith pulled outward and then down in one hard motion, tearing Esperanza's nightie clean off her with a loud rip. Smith grunted out a loud "YEAH!" as the garment disappeared.
Esperanza's mouth dropped open in shock and anger as she stood naked in front of Smith. She reached up and slapped him again, but this time Smith grabbed her wrists and yanked her arms high in the air, pinning both wrists over her head with one hand. He knelt down, reached his free arm around her waist and pulled her against him. Hugging her tight, he stood up and Esperanza's feet left the floor as she was held eye level with Smith.
Esperanza's feet dangled two feet off the floor as Smith held her tight. He kissed her and groped at her, and Esperanza could feel his huge cock rubbing against her leg as she struggled against him. Smith had one hand around her waist and the other against the back of her head, pulling her face against his. He licked her all over. His tongue traveled her forehead, cheeks, nose, and chin. His tongue slid between her lips and xylophone across her teeth as he embraced her, letting her fists pound at his chest and shoulders while he romanced her.
Smith was wild with lust now. Her tanned skin was soft and smooth. Esperanza was 8 years old, but her curves made her look like a miniature woman. The feel of her legs against his cock drove him mad. He licked and kissed her wildly. He slid his hands under her armpits and lifted her even higher so that her tiny tits were directly in front of his face. She was completely flat-chested, but she had quarter sized, dark red nipples that stood rock hard with the combination of terror and sudden exposure to the cool air of Room 3. Smith put his mouth over Esperanza's left tit and sucked the nipple deeply into his mouth.
Marco Diaz was frantic. He nearly swallowed the ball in his mouth watching his daughter undressed so violently and suddenly. He tried desperately to break free of his bonds as Smith kissed her face. A microphone in Room 3 allowed him to hear Esperanza screaming and crying as Smith's tongue played over her nipples and to hear Smith's loud sucking noises as he took each tit in his mouth. Seeing Smith slowly lowering her to the floor, he knew that his baby's true horror was about to begin.
Smith sank to his knees, dragging Esperanza to the floor. He laid her on her back and grabbed her left ankle, pinning her right ankle between his legs. He kissed the arch of her pretty left foot, dragging his tongue along the bottom of her foot and biting at her heel, arch and the ball of her foot. He bit her Achilles tendon and licked his way down the top of her foot. Looking into the glass where he knew her father's eyes would be, Smith slowly sucked Esperanza's big toe into his mouth. He sucked it in and out as if he was giving head to it, licking in between her toes. Smith slowly sucked each of her small, sexy toes until they ran wet with his saliva.
After Smith finished on Esperanza's left foot he turned his attention to her right foot. He attacked this one just as eagerly, biting and licking it passionately and sucking all five little toes one at a time so deeply that they ached with the suction of his mouth. Esperanza desperately tried to pull her foot loose of Smith's marauding mouth. She tried to kick him a few times but she couldn't get her ankle free of his grip. She was horrified when Smith rubbed the length of his cock along the bottom of her foot before starting slowly up her calves with his tongue.
Esperanza's legs were smooth as silk, and Smith's tongue glided effortlessly over the contours of her calves. He slowly worked his way up to her knees, forcing her legs apart a bit at a time as he climbed higher. Smith playfully bit her kneecaps and continued up to Esperanza's shapely thighs, all the while keeping her free leg pinned to avoid being kicked.
At her thighs, Smith opened her. Esperanza was suddenly spread wide as Smith pulled her legs apart. He nuzzled against the sexy legs, kissing them passionately. He worked Esperanza's thighs around his shoulders so that her legs were draped over his back. He worked the last few inches of her thighs until his face was directly in front of her crotch. He spread her wide and stared at Esperanza's pussy. It was little more than a slit and Smith could detect the wonderful little girl smell that always made him hungry. He had to eat her. Smith took Esperanza by the hips and turned her so that her crotch was facing the glass and smiled at her father. Then, he stuck his tongue out as far as he could and lowered his face to her crotch.
Esperanza let out a tortured squeal and bucked her hips furiously as Smith's tongue violated her. She felt his mouth surround her pussy and his rough, wet tongue slip deep inside her. His teeth nibbled at her labia and his tongue took long licks that started at the flesh between her ass and pussy and glided all the way up to her pubic area where someday she would have hair, but now was only a bald mound of smooth flesh.
Marco Diaz was a desperate man. His only daughter was being devoured from head to toes, and he could do nothing but watch. From just a few inches away, he could see Esperanza squirming and struggling desperately and the speakers near his head crackled with her cries and squeals as well as the obscene sounds of licking and sucking as Smith ate her. He saw Smith spit into Esperanza's pussy twice and then begin to climb up her body, slowly mounting her.
Smith kissed Esperanza's stomach about a dozen times, licking her belly button, and climbed on top of her, mounting her. His cock was pinned against Esperanza's belly, its weight and hardness pressing into her, with his balls resting on her pubic bone. Her legs were hung up on his hips and were practically wrapped around him. He coiled his hips back and his cock slid along her belly and then her pelvis until it slipped into position with the tip resting against the opening of her cunt.
Esperanza was in sheer terror as Smith mounted her. She was no longer fighting him, but watching him and trying to prepare herself for what was about to happen to her. While he lay on top of her kissing her she was trying to steel herself for the inevitable. As she felt him line up his cock against her pussy, she gripped his biceps and tried to brace herself. She felt the head of Smith's cock barely breach her, the sudden stretching causing her to suck in a quick breath in pain. Smith spoke to her as he readied himself.
"C'mon baby," he said. "Give it up, baby. Give up the pussy."
The feel of her pussy against the tip of his cock was magical. He gave her a bit of the tip and he felt her stiffen underneath him. He heard her suck in breath and try to brace for it, feeling her latch onto his biceps. Before she could gather herself, Smith brought his weight forward. With only his spit for lubrication, he entered her.
Two loud cries arose from Room 3 as Smith's cock muscled its way into Esperanza's tight pussy. On the first stroke, he sank in nearly 4 inches and let out a loud cry of pleasure, yelling out her name as he breached her. Esperanza tried to will her vagina to resist him, but she never had a chance. After a few seconds of intense pressure against the outer walls, Smith broke her. She let out a horrible high-pitched squeal as her hymen burst and the soft inner flesh of her pussy was rudely introduced to the first half of Smith's cock.
Esperanza's pussy was pure heaven. The sweet flesh was soft, warm and wonderfully tight, squeezing Smith's cock as it strained into her inch by inch. Smith's progress stopped at 4 inches and he lay there for a moment with half his cock buried inside of Esperanza's little cunt, crying out and gasping in ecstasy while the little girl squirmed underneath him. Her head was thrown back, her mouth and eyes both open wide in shock and pain. Her tiny fingers dug into Smith's biceps so hard that she dug grooves into them. She tried desperately to scream, but all she could manage was tortured panting and high-pitched squeaking noises.
Smith slowly withdrew until only the tip remained, and then he came forward again, even harder this time. This time, he barely slowed down at the halfway mark. Esperanza's pussy again resisted for a moment, and then Smith felt a bit more of her vagina give way and he sank into her to five inches...and then six. Esperanza let out a loud "Uhhh!" as Smith took his second stroke. Smith yelled out loud as his cock continued to grind her. With each inch, the feeling intensified until every nerve stood on end and his entire body was covered with goose bumps.
He kept steady pressure against Esperanza's crotch and at about 6 inches, Smith hit Esperanza's cervix. He gave another push forward and found the area that every little girl has. Smith referred to it as The Spot. As Smith tunneled into her, Esperanza was in terrible pain, but up to this point, she mostly squirmed underneath him and hung onto him as he invaded her. The minute he hit The Spot, everything changed.
At 6 1/2 inches, Esperanza's whole body snapped tight. Her eyes squinted and hardened and she looked Smith directly in the face. Her face was twisted in pain and her teeth were nearly clamped together with her lips curled back in a grimace. She let go of his biceps and began beating her hands against his chest. Esperanza's pain had gone to an entirely new level and she struggled to deal with it. Her whining was replaced with a gasping for air and occasional outbursts of "Uhhnnn, uhhnnn, uhhnnn..."
Smith kept steady at 6 1/2 inches, studying the pain masked across the little girl's face. He pulled back about an inch and Esperanza seemed to relax a bit. Then he took the inch back and once again she tensed and struggled against him. It was like flicking a switch. Each time he let off The Spot, she relaxed. Each time he pressed against The Spot, she snapped tight again. He was hurting her now and he knew it. He began slowly stroking her in and out, giving her a little extra on each stroke when he reached The Spot and enjoying the feel of her soft little hands pounding and slapping his chest.
Tears poured down Marco Diaz's face. That bastard! That fucking bastard! That animal was raping his only daughter, and Diaz could only watch as his hopes for the future were laid waist by the business end of Smith's cock. The animal's voice filled his ears as he grunted and cried out in pleasure, and his eyes were unable to leave his baby's face. Her agony tore at Diaz's heart and he cried uncontrollably, his sobs muffled by the rubber ball in his mouth. Smith and Esperanza were lying no more than 6 inches from the window and if not for the glass and his binds, Diaz could have reached out and touched them without leaving his seat. He had a perfect view of Smith's large cock tearing his baby's pussy and the small trickle of blood running down her crotch. A warm, wet stain began spreading along the legs of his pants as Marco Diaz's bladder betrayed him and he pissed himself.
Smith's found a rhythm inside Esperanza, his hips sliding back slowly and then gliding forward more quickly. His cock was taking full strokes, withdrawing out until only the tip was inside her and then coming forward until it pressed up against her cervix. He pressed himself against her as he fucked her, rubbing his body against hers. He bent his neck so that he could kiss her face. His licked her passionately, his tongue dragging over her chin and cheeks, gliding up over the bridge of her nose and across her forehead. Each time Esperanza turned her face from him, Smith worked on whichever little ear she left exposed, sucking her earlobe and driving his tongue deeply into her ear while she screamed and squirmed.
From time to time, Smith would turn towards the glass so that he could watch himself have sex with the beautiful girl. It excited him to see his large, muscular body intertwined with the soft, tiny frame underneath him. Marco Diaz watched Smith watching himself, disgusted at the pedophile's enjoyment of his daughter's destruction. They were so close to him that every once in a while, one of them would brush up against the glass. Now as he watched them, with Esperanza's legs spread wide by Smith's hips, her foot was pressed up against the glass three inches from her father's face.
After a few minutes, Smith was beginning to feel his cock swell up in anticipation of orgasm. He was crying out each stroke and calling out her name over and over.
"Esperanza! Esperanza! Yeah, baby! Oh, yeah, baby! Fuck me, baby. Come on...give it up, baby. Give it to me. Fuck me, baby. Fuck me!"
Smith was getting very close. It would only be another minute. For ten minutes, he had been abusing her and calling her terrible names. Now, Smith knew the words that would completely ruin Marco Diaz and he said them to Diaz's little girl.
"Esperanza! I love you! I love you! My beautiful little doll. I love you, baby!" Smith cried out as the end drew near.
Diaz' mind screamed out the words his mouth could not say. No! For God's sake! Don't say that! You animal son of a bitch. Don't tell her you love her. How dare you! How dare you tell my Espe that you love her. Images flooded his mind from his baby's childhood, a childhood that was being brutally torn from her stroke by terrible stroke. He slumped in the chair, no longer fighting. He was finished and completely broken. All he hoped now was that they would kill him quickly.
For the time being, Diaz still had Smith to deal with. Smith was really humping it to Esperanza now. With each stroke she was jarred back and forth underneath him in complete agony. She was certain that she was being torn clean in half by the giant thing in her pussy. She was crying and screaming in his face. He was grunting and moaning in hers. He had already passed the point of no return and now he gave her a few last strokes. He sank his cock into the furthest reaches of her little cunt and left himself buried completely within her as the first wave struck.
Smith's entire body jerked and he let out a loud "Uhhhh!" as the first blast launched from his cock and exploded into Esperanza's vagina. A second blast followed quickly, followed by a third. All three were full, wet shots and very quickly, Esperanza's tiny pussy was filled with his hot sperm.
Smith thought he might pass out as a fourth blast uncoiled from his cock. A fifth shot followed a few seconds later. Smith's cum flowed up into Esperanza's uterus and ovaries until her immature reproductive system became flooded and thick wads of sperm spilled out of her cunt and flowed down the crack of her ass, pooling on the floor underneath her. After two final shots, Smith fell on top of Esperanza, his strength momentarily spent.
Smith kissed Esperanza gently and ran his hands over her face and through her hair, watching her sob underneath him. He struggled to his feet and stood above her, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He turned toward the glass and looked toward Marco Diaz. Smith nearly collapsed and fell forward. His cock bounced off the window, leaving a pinkish smear of blood and sperm on the glass in front of Diaz. Smith straightened himself up and smiled at the grieving father. Already, his cock was beginning to return to life as the chemical in his system did its trick. Behind him, Smith heard a noise. He turned to find that Esperanza had crawled across the floor and was turning at the door handle trying to escape. Smith gave Diaz another smile and then went to Esperanza.
By the time Smith reached Esperanza, his cock was fully erect. He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her across the room placing her directly in front of the glass. Esperanza shivered on her hands and knees as she faced the window, still trying to crawl free. Smith swung in behind her and knelt between her legs. He laid his cock on her tailbone and ran his hands up her back and over her shoulders. Smith put the tip of his cock against Esperanza's tiny ass.
"Where are you going, baby?" Smith asked her. "What's wrong? You didn't like fucking me?"
He readied himself to spear the little kid.
"What?," he asked her. "You didn't like that? Well, then, you're really gonna hate this!"
Smith came forward. With one smooth stroke, he broke Esperanza's ass and sank in full length. As her rectum was violated, Esperanza's eyes popped open and her mouth flew open wide in a scream, but no sound came out. She was so traumatized that she couldn't take in any breath for her scream. The impact of Smith's hips against her butt jarred Esperanza forward, bouncing her face off the glass and causing a bruise on her forehead.
Esperanza's ass never stood a chance against Smith's eight-inch cock. He took a second stroke and then a third. Smith felt Esperanza's anus give way as he stroked her. He hoped that her colon was empty because by the spasming of her rectum, Smith was sure that she had lost control of her bowels. It was a stroke of good luck for him that she was empty and didn't shit on his cock.
Smith assumed a hands and knees position over Esperanza and pounded her with his face buried in her hair. He pressed his face into the glass eye level to Marco Diaz while he said horrible things to his daughter. Smith had sodomized an 8-year-old once before, and from experience he knew he couldn't last more than a few minutes.
Smith sent a powerful shot up Esperanza's ass before he could pull out of her. His cock was covered with blood and it made a wet slap against Esperanza's tailbone. A second shot sent cum streaming onto her back and into her hair. A third and fourth shot poured out over her back while the sperm from the first shot leaked out of her ass and mingled with the cum from her pussy, dripping down her right thigh.
Empty now, Smith fell back on his knees and let Esperanza slump to the floor. The scream she couldn't manage during sodomy finally came and she howled the most horrible scream Smith had ever heard. Another scream followed. Smith closed his eyes and listened to her screams, music to his ears. He slowly made it to his feet and picked up Esperanza's tattered nightgown, wiping off his cock and tossing the nightie aside. Naked, Smith stumbled to the door and looked over the wounded child. He needed a break. Opening the door, he lurched into the hallway and headed for an observation position to watch some of the others at work.
Smith would return soon. He would stay with the pretty child for several hours, raping and sodomizing her until the floor Room 3 was a nauseating mixture of sperm and blood. When his shift was over, Smith emerged from Room 3 to the applause of his new coworkers. His performance with the child had more than lived up to his advance billing, and his effect on Marco Diaz was more profound than even Captain Escobar could have hoped. Showered and dressed, Smith headed home for the evening where Elena would be waiting for him.
All in all, not a bad first day on the job.
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