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The Gangster by Benny the Jetter
INTRO : Our hero of sorts, Don Wagner, has been a gangster working for one of the most depraved and vicious criminal kingpins in all of Australia, Paul Lance. When a drug deal went sour, Lance held Wagner's three pretty young blond daughters as 'collateral' to insure his payment of the money. During their brief captivity, the girls were introduced to sexuality in its rawest form, including sex with their father....
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Ok, you know the drill. Don't read this if you are under 18, and if
you have ever disagreed with anything in life, don't continue reading.
This is not a true life confession, nor am I advocating this kind of
activity wtih minors.kkkk This is a total fiction, the result of my
rather depraved and fertile imagination. I don't advocate the actions
in this story. They are illegal, wicked and anti-social, not to
mention damaging to many of the participants.
And very naughty. Doesn't mean that they're not fun to think about
though.
However don't let your kids see it. Or anyone who is not allowed to
view pornography because of censorship laws in your part of the world.
Or anyone who is offended by explicit descriptions of lewd and taboo
sex acts involving people of all ages, including children.
You have been warned. If you're one of those people, don't come crying
to me if you read it and it makes your eyes melt or your fingers fall
off. If you don't like dirty stories, then don't read it.
It's just a story ok? So dont beat up on me. It's just a story!
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The Gangster
- a cautionary tale -
"Thanks, Mr Lance, Th ... th ... th thanks," stammered the terrified
Don Wagner. He tentatively sat down on the sumptuous leather couch in
the living room of the penthouse suite.
Paul Lance was the most powerful man in the city. He had a very low
profile, and most of the ordinary citizens didn't even know his name.
But he controlled most of the drugs distribution in the state.
He was born Luigi Borowicki to a poor Polish couple living in
Wollongong and early in his teens decided that intimidation and
bullying was a better way to earn a living than wielding a pick in the
mines the way his poor stupid father had done for forty years. And
then when he'd died in the mine collapse the company had paid his
mother a lousy two grand and kicked her out of their rented company
house.
The sixteen year old Luigi was so mad he went round to the mine
owner's house to beat him up. Luigi had had a good education into the
tactics of fighting, and he was very strong. But the mine owner was
away in Sydney with his wife. Instead, his eighteen year old daughter,
Imogen was there with her boyfriend, frolicking in the pool by
themselves.
Frustrated because the target of his rage wasn't there, Luigi lashed
out at the next best thing. He beat the boyfriend to a pulp breaking
both his legs and knocking out five of his teeth, and tied him up.
Next he stripped the pretty Imogen naked, tearing her expensive
designer clothes off her shapely teenage body and fucked her
senseless, in her cunt, her virgin asshole, and then pissed into her
mouth, making her swallow the whole lot.
"Tell your daddy this is what happens to mine owners who couldn't give
a stuff about the people who work their asses off for him," he sneered
as he wiped his cock clean with the shattered girl's long glossy hair.
He walked out of the huge mansion and back to the tiny house they were
going to have to leave in a couple of days, only to find his poor
wretch of a mother breathing her last breath as the last of her blood
ebbed from the deep cuts in her wrists into the bath.
Luigi felt rage in every bone in his body at being left alone through
no fault of his own. He felt the whole world was against him, and
something snapped in him. From that moment on, he seemed bent on
teaching the world a lesson - that they couldn't mess with Luigi
Borowicki and get away with it.
He turned his back on his dead mother, walked out of the house and
apart from the funeral he never went back there again.
He walked the streets for ages that night, wondering why the world had
dealt him such a cruel blow, until he finally broke into a house on
the outskirts of Wollongong. It was a very well-to-do household and he
drew his flick knife and menaced the couple who lived there until they
gave him money. Again, he tied up the man and made him watch while
Luigi stripped his wife naked and made her masturbate for him with an
enormous candle that was on the mantlepiece.
Then, just inches from the helpless man, Luigi fucked his wife in the
ass, then in her cunt, pulling his cock out of her and spraying his
spunk over the pair of them. The woman orgasmed as Luigi rammed a
broomhandle up her ass and a coke bottle up her cunt.
He laughed as the husband showed his outrage at his wife's enjoying
the raping, and he stopped at the front door to piss on the carpet and
up the walls.
After that, Luigi changed his name to Paul Lance, to help eliminate
the background of migrant working class oppression and since so many
people could identify him.
He went to Sydney's red light area of Kings Cross and with brutal
efficiency quickly showed the underworld types there that he could be
a top class enforcer. In no time he was accepted to the personal staff
of the main drug distributor for the state of New South Wales, as
bodyguard and persuader, a job he excelled at, because the good
looking twenty year old Paul Lance enjoyed beating people senseless
and brutally raping women.
Paul's harsh command of the seedier parts of Sydney, punctuated with
the occasional disappearance of any assocates and friends who might
represent a threat to his ambition meant that within a couple of years
he was running a string of thirty prostitutes and operated four strip
clubs as an equal partner with the head of the Police Drug squad.
As a sideline business, he organised kidnappings of girls and boys in
Asia, sometimes even as young as 9 or 10 years old and sold them in
Australia Europe, and the USA as playthings or gave them to the cops
as bribes.
He ruled his growing empire with a rod of iron. No-one was ever
allowed to deviate an inch from his instructions, and even minor
transgressions were punished severely, often with the life of the
transgressor, extracted painfully and slowly.
Once, a stripper and part time prostitute refused a request of one of
the Kings Cross policemen who was Paul's employee. He had told her to
lick his ass clean after he'd had a shit and she had told him to go
and get fucked. Paul was affronted and said that disobedient behaviour
wouldn't be tolerated. He closed the strip club and brought in a bikie
gang who was part of his heroin distribution network in the western
suburbs and they stripped her naked, held her down and raped her
repeatedly for 24 hours. And they weren't at all gentle about it. By
the time they were finished with her, she was at death's door. Paul
laughed as they threw her, battered and naked into the alley behind
the Police station where she died of a heroin overdose.
So this was the charming man who offered Don Wagner a seat over
looking the harbour with the beautiful white sails gliding serenely
over the shimmering water.
"I haven't seen you for a while, Don," Paul began after they'd both
been given a large scotch by a striking 14 year old Thai girl in a
maid's uniform. "I was sorry to hear that you and your pretty wife
Branda had separated." He clicked his fingers and the girl went and
stood quietly beside the bar.
"Thank you Mr Lance, that's the way life goes sometimes. She got the
house and the girls but I'm getting by though."
"Good, good. And how are your three delightful daughters?"
"They're very well, thank you for asking, Mr Lance. Kylie started high
school last year and she's been selected for the state gymnastic team,
and the twins, Jodie and Amy just started high school this year."
"Good heavens Don how they've grown. How old are they now?" Paul
snapped his fingers again and the Thai girl walked over and stood
beside him. Without taking his eyes off Don Wagner, Paul put his hand
up the girl's short skirt and fingered her cunt, still oozing his
spunk from the fucking he'd given her an hour earlier.
"Do you like her?" Paul asked, "This is Ling Mai. I got her a few
years ago in Thailand and I've been lending her out to some people I
owe favours to. I think I'll keep her here for a while now. She's very
obliging and completely obedient. I'll let you fuck her one day if you
like."
Don thought the idea of sticking his cock up the pretty Thai girl was
about the most delicious thing he could imagine. He hadn't had any sex
at all since his wife kicked him out. He'd even started fantasising
about his own lovely daughters lately. "That's very kind of you Mr
Lance. I'd like that. My Kylie's thirteen and the twins are twelve, Mr
Lance."
"For heaven's sake," Paul was all charm and light at the moment, but
Don Wagner was under no illusions about the way the conversation was
going to turn and he wished the man would get on with it. "the next
thing you know they'll be getting married! Anyway, to get to
business." Paul Lance's face hardened. "Suppose you tell me what
happened last night, Donny baby?"
"Well you see, Mr Lance, I was ambushed. I didn't know the cops would
be there. I thought they were your cops ... "
"You lost a million dollars worth of heroin, Donny my friend, MY
heroin that I paid a lot of MY money for."
"Yes, but it wasn't my fault! They were waiting and ..."
"Shut the fuck up!!" Paul shouted. "You lost me a million dollars and
I've got commitments to satisfy. Go and get a million dollars and
bring it here by five o'clock tonight." Paul's cock was swelling with
the erotic feeling of the young girl's slippery cunt gripping his
fingers, so he signalled to another girl, a pre-pubescent dark haired
indian girl of 12 he'd bought in a deal with some heroin a year ago
who wordlessly dropped to her knees in front of him, pulled his cock
out of his pants and popped it into her practiced mouth and started
sucking him off.
"Mr Lance, I couldn't find that sort of money by five o'clock! I need
time. I'd have to sell my house."
"I don't give a fuck what you have to do. I have to meet my own
commitments. Now you fuck off and get me my money. Be back here at
five o'clock sharp or I'll send my boys to get you, and you know what
that means, don't you."
Don Wagner was absolutely petrified now. He most certainly did know
what it would mean if he didn't arrive there by five o'clock. He'd be
cut up into little pieces - slowly - and disposed of in a building
site. He'd have a lump of concrete for a grave. But if he did arrive
on time and didn't have the money he wouldn't have much better
prospects either. He was pale and quivering in fear as he rode the
lift down the building to the street. The last sight he saw as the
lift doors closed was Paul Lance lying the pretty young asian girl on
her back on the floor and prodding the head of his cock between her
smooth slick hairless cuntlips. The indian girl was squatting by his
head holding her little black maid's skirt up and offering him her
cunt to lick.
Paul pressed a button under the table just to his right and
immediately a door opened off to the far end of the room. He didn't
pause at all in his fucking of the girl as a large man dressed in a
uniform entered.
"Robert, pick Don Wagner's daughters up from school this afternoon and
bring them here. Don't take no for an answer, and you'd better take
Warren with you just in case they are reluctant. And they are not to
be harmed or interfered with in any way, is that clear?"
The chauffeur was disappointed at not being able to have any fun with
the girls, but he knew better than to say anything.
"Yes Mr Lance. Is that all? "
"Bring the older one Kylie up here and put the others in Frank's care
in the basement until I want them. Now fuck off," Paul said as he shot
his spunk up the little Thai girl's clinging slit.
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"Have you done exactly as I asked?" Paul asked his chauffeur and
persuader at ten to five that afternoon.
"The younger two are in the basement downstairs, Mr Lance. Are you
sure we can't have a little fun with them?"
"I said no, you fucking idiot. Now don't ask again. Have you prepared
them the way I told you?"
"Yes Mr Lance."
"Good. Now get out until I call you."
At five o'clock exactly the lift motor whirred and the doors opened as
Don Wagner walked into the room. He was carrying a briefcase, but he
had a very worried expression on his face. Paul was pleased at that
because he was looking forward to what he had planned for this drug
courier who had been so stupid as to let the fucking cops get their
hands on some of his stuff.
"Good evening Don, my friend," the malevolent Paul said, with a broad
pleasant smile on his face. "Come in and make yourself comfortable.
Would you like a drink?"
Don knew the smile was only to try and unnerve him, he'd seen this
show of bonhommie many times before, frequently just before the most
horrific and brutal punishment was meted out to some poor wretch. He
also knew better than to turn down any invitation of the evil Paul
Lance, even one so inoccuous as a drink. As Robert gave him his
scotch, Paul Lance continued.
"Did you manage to get the million you owe me, Donny boy?"
"Well, Mr Lance, I've got half a million here in this bag, and I've
had to mortgage my house again and the money from that won't be ready
until the morning. I can get the rest for you in full by then. Is that
OK Mr Lance?" Don Wagner's voice quavered with the fear he felt in
every bone of his body. Mr Lance was not used to people failing to do
as they were told, even such tall orders as this.
"Well, Don, I am pleased you've seen the sense of things and arranged
the million dollars. It would be a sad thing for me to have one of my
most trusted lieutenants fail me. I am glad you have acknowledged your
responsibilities." Don was immensely relieved at this and breathed a
sigh of relief. However his relief was short lived, as the crime boss
continued.
"However I am also disappointed that after all these years together
you have let me down on the aspect of punctuality. You know as well as
I do that being on time exactly is a virtue that I insist on. I will
spare your life Wagner, because you have arranged to refund me the
money you so carelessly lost, but I am afraid I must discipline you
because you have failed to meet an important deadline."
"No, NO! I beg you Mr Lance, I couldn't get the money any earlier,
I'll have it here right after the banks open in the morning, Please
you must see the reason in that. A million dollars is a lot of money
to raise in a day!"
"You should have thought of that when you lost my consignment."
"Please, Mr Lance, I beg you to reconsider, Please!! I'll give you
anything I have, just don't punish me." Wagner knew Paul Lance was
enjoying his deputy's anguish, but he didn't have any better ideas.
"You snivelling little creep!" Paul spat. "You would give me anything
you have, just to save your own skin from a hiding is that it?"
"Yes, yes, of course. Whatever you want, you name it."
"You make me sick, you spineless little prick. As it happens I have
some other matters to keep me and the boys occupied this evening, so
just this once, I'm prepared to extend you the courtesy of an
extension until ten past ten tomorrow morning. And not a second later.
Is that clear?"
"Oh yes, yes, yes, I understand, Mr Lance. I'll go to the bank as soon
as it opens tomorrow and I'll come straight here. Thank you Mr Lance,
thank you for understanding, you won't regret it I promise you."
"I accept your promise on your life, Wagner. Now fuck off out of here.
No wait, you might like to meet my friends for this evening before you
go, would you like that?"
Frankly, Don Wagner just wanted to get out of there, but he knew his
boss wanted to show him the latest acquisition in his stable of sexual
playthings. He'd had his share of Paul's girls himself from time to
time, and knew that there was no sexual diversion that Paul Lance
wasn't able to organise.
Paul Lance pressed a button under the coffee table and the door at the
end of the room opened. Robert entered looking as menacing as ever.
"Robert, bring the first of our guests in please." Robert disappeared
and closed the door behind him. "Don I've decided what I want from
you, in return for your snivelling little hide, as a fine for being
late."
"Yes Mr Lance, wh .. wh... wh... what is it?" For an answer, the door
at the end of the room opened again and Robert led Kylie Wagner into
the room, still dressed imaculately in her lightweight school uniform.
She smiled when she saw her father, then the smile faded as she
realised he wasn't all that happy to see her.
"No, Mr Lance, not Kylie, she's only 13 years old, she's my daughter!
No you can't!"
"Oh shut up for Christ's sake. You can have a crack at her tomorrow
when you bring the rest of the money. For tonight, she'll stay here
with me, just to make sure you don't change your mind."
"But I have changed my mind, Mr Lance, don't do this, punish me
instead. Oh Christ, what've I done?"
"If you keep this childish performance up I might just punish you as
well. But a bargain's a bargain, and you swapped your own comfort for
your three daughters, and I intend to hold you to it."
"You've got the twins as well!! Oh no, not that, no!" Don Wagner,
seeing the futility of begging for mercy wept and made his exit,
planning to get even with Lance for this outrage. The irony was
completely lost on him that he was happy to indulge in all sorts of
sex with other girls taken or bought from their parents as sex slaves
in the past, but now it was his own daughters who were to learn about
the lustful ways of the powerful Mr Paul Lance!
The troubled drug courier wept uncontrollably as he stood in the lift,
imagining his three pretty daughters with the nasty Paul Lance's cock
spearing their cute smooth slits. By the time he reached the car he
knew what he was going to do ...
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"Ah, Kylie, looking pretty as ever. Come over here and stand in front
of me where I can get a look at you." The sleazy vice boss was oozing
his famous charm once more - his threatening manner put back into its
box until needed later. Kylie's gingham shift dress pressed against
her slender girl's body as she walked across the huge living room
towards him. "You know that uniform is most becoming. You are starting
to develop into a woman aren't you."
Kylie, not yet realising the peril she was in, was pleased at his
compliment. She smiled and thanked him.
"Kylie dear, I think your legs are particularly nice. It's a pity your
dress covers up so much of them. Lift it up a bit for me so I can see
them." Kylie, standing three feet from Paul gripped the waist of her
dress and lifted it, raising the hem up her thighs a couple of inches.
"No, more than that, I want to see all of your pretty legs my dear."
His eyes were fixed on her hem as she lifted it further, exposing the
firm white flesh of her upper thighs to him. He followed it up her
legs until she stopped just short of her crotch.
"No, no, that won't do girl, I want to see your legs! Now lift your
dress up to your waist and stop messing about!" Kylie was so shocked
at the way he spoke so suddenly, she didn't know what to do. Luckily
for her, logic prevailed and she didn't try to protest. She lifted her
hands up under her tiny budding breasts, and her dress exposed her
white panties to her father's boss. They had ridden up into her young
hairless crack a little, so the outline was plainly visible, a sight
which fuelled Paul's lust. He could also see a little spot of yellow
in the crotch where a drop of piss had stained them.
He reached out and gently ran his hands up the outside of her legs
from her knees to the legbands of her cotton school panties. Then he
ran them down the front, then back up the inside of her smooth young
thighs. He reached the point where her thighs touched, barring his
progress towards her virginal slit, and he pressed outwards, silently
commanding her to spread her feet apart.
"Mr Lance, I don't think ... :"
"It's all right Kylie, your father said I could examine you and teach
you some of the important lessons of being a woman. You do want to be
a woman don't you?"
"Yes, Mr Lance, but ... "
"Well then, don't argue, what your father says is important. He knows
you're here, so he must want this to happen, don't you think?" Kylie
nodded and relaxed a little, although she was still very apprehensive.
He stroked her belly, feeling the way the cotton fabric clung close to
her abdomen, then ran his hands around to her bottom. The panties had
ridden up into her asscrack a little too, and touched her there
gently.
Then he put a hand right between her legs and felt her slit through
the cotton gussett of her panties. She was panting a little, betraying
the beginnings of her arousal.
"Has anyone ever touched you here before, Kylie? Now be truthful, and
you won't get into any trouble, I'm just trying to find out what you
know already."
"Well, a few times Mr Lance. Once, last christmas holidays when we
were camping on the north coast. I was swimming in the river alone and
these boys grabbed me and pulled my bikini off. They showed me their
things and held me while they touched me. But nothing else happened, I
promise. And a few times the boys from school have grabbed me in the
alley on the way home from school and put their hands up my dress and
touched me. Once they even made me hold their things."
"That's OK Kylie, believe it or not, most girls learn about life like
that. It wasn't a very pleasant experience, was it?"
"No, it made me all wet and slippery down there."
"But, that's good, it means you're a normal girl. But I mean to teach
you how to enjoy that experience, and how it can be a lot of fun.
Would you like that?" He was stroking her cunt outside her white
panties quite firmly now, and rubbing her ass with his other hand. She
was showing some signs of arousal and Paul knew she was going to
oblige him, at least until it was too late to back out.
"I think the first thing we ought to do is get rid of the school
uniform, don't you think? Lift your dress over your head and take it
off." She stood in front of him dressed in just her panties and shoes
and socks now. Paul was getting very excited and his cock threatened
to burst out of his pants. He reached for the waistband of her panties
and pulled them slowly down.
He gasped as her little split came into view. He had seen plenty of
cunts in his time, but it never failed to excite him to see a new one
for the first time, especially that of a 13 year old adolescent virgin
like Kylie.
She stepped out of the crumpled white garment as it landed on the
floor, and Paul decided he'd leave her shoes and socks on her. He
preferred her that way. He asked her to move around the room for him,
first walking, then running, then skipping, and he watched the way her
asscheeks moved and the tiny buds of her tits jiggled just enough.
"Your dad tells me you're a gymnast, Kylie, and rather good at that,
is that true?"
"I'm on the state team," she replied proudly. She felt confident now,
and wasn't trying to cover her nakedness.
"We'll clear this furniture away and you can do your floor exercise
for me then." He summoned Robert, who licked his lips as soon as he
saw the naked 13 year old standing there. The three of them quickly
moved all the furniture back to the walls, Robert copping a nice feel
of Kylie's ass in the process, and Robert retired again sporting a
huge bulge in the front of his pants.
To Paul's command, Kylie did her routine of handstands, flips, jumps,
tumbles and splits, ending up in a difficult double back somersault
and landing in the splits. She was facing away from Paul at this
point, so he had a fine view of her asshole and into her cunt, already
wet and glistening with the sweat from her exertion and from the
sexual excitement she was feeling.
"Don't you think this is a bit unfair, Mr Lance?"
"How's that, Kylie?"
"Well you have to keep all your clothes on and I'm nice and free. Why
don't you take your clothes off too?"
"My thoughts exactly!" the dirty bastard shouted as he tore at his
shirt. When he pulled his underpants down, his cock burst up hard and
hot and Kylie gasped.
"Gosh!" she said, "that's huge!"
"Yeah," said Paul, pleased as punch at the girl's reaction, "I bet
it's bigger than those little boys you've been playing with."
"You bet!.. Can I touch it?"
Paul couldn't believe his ears. Normally they were screaming and
shouting for the cops by now, but this little cunt was asking to play
with his dick.
"Why don't you do what you do with the boys?" he said, curious to see
what she'd been up to so far. He sat down on the easy chair and put
his legs over the arms. His cock, balls and asshole were all on
display for the 13 year old schoolgirl.
Kylie knelt between his outstretched legs and looked at the display in
front of her. She wrapped her little fingers around the shaft of his
cock and started to jerk him off. She was very good at it, and in no
time had him nearly ready to shoot. "Hold it, you'll have me shooting
off too soon. Why don't I look at you for a little while? Get up here
on the chair and do the same as me."
Kylie spread her legs, making her slick smooth fleshy cunt gape for
his eager hungry eyes. Paul knelt between her thighs and put his
fingers into the wet split.
"What did you mean about shooting Mr Lance?" she said, panting again
with the heat in her tiny cunt.
"Haven't you ever seen a cock shoot its cum out?"
"What's that?"
"Jesus, Kylie you really do have a lot to learn. Cum is the most
delicious juice known to humans. It's also called spunk sometimes, or
semen. I'll give you a taste of some later on. In the mean time, I'll
see how your cunt tastes." He leant forward and flicked his tongue up
her slit from her asshole to her hairless mound.
"OOooh WOW! That feels good, do that again!!"
Paul did more than that, he did more than taste her, he made a full
meal out of her. He slurped and slobbered at her genitals until she
shuddered and had her first orgasm. Her legs went straight up into the
air, toes pointed and she bit her lip. Paul felt her virginal cunt
gripping on the end of his tongue, and her asshole squeezing his
finger. When she came down from her first cum, she looked shocked.
"Bloody hell, what happened?!?!"
"I think that was an orgasm, Kylie. Haven't you ever had one of those
before?"
"No and I want to do it again. Can we do that again?"
"Yes, of course, we can do that lots of ways. But first I want you to
taste some spunk." He stood up and pointed his cock at her mouth. She
didn't need to be told, she opened her mouth and popped his prick into
it. She sucked and licked at it, as he guided her, and when he came,
she swallowed his cum, smacking her lips as though she'd eaten the
best delicacy in the world.
"That was tasty. You are right, Mr Lance, spunk is delicious. Can I
have some more?"
"Yes, but you have to give my cock some time to gather it's strength."
"Great, then you can do me again!" With the gangster's permission, she
ran across to the other side of the room, then ran back towards him
doing one of her tumbling routines, finishing up with a handstand just
inches from his feet. Without touching him, she moved so she was
facing him upside down on her hands, then spread her legs into the
splits. The invitation was plain, so Paul Lance bent down and put his
mouth onto the 13 year old cunt once more, working his agile tongue
into the folds and sucking as much of her young juices out as he could
get.
"Oh I love that. Put it in deeper, lick me, suck me, make me orgasm
again. Please do me!"
He put his hands on her hips and lifted her without taking his mouth
off her sex. He stood up straight and her own mouth came directly
opposite his growing cock. She opened her mouth and sucked him in
again.
"He carried her twice round the room like that, then reluctantly, he
pulled his mouth away from her. Her cunt was reluctant to let him go,
and tried to cling to his tongue. He laid her on the floor. "Now it's
time for you to learn about the greatest thing of all - even better
than sucking," he said as he climbed between her thighs.
"Are you going to do it to me?"
"Let's call it by its proper name, Kylie, I'm gonna fuck your hot
cunt, and fill it full of hot sticky sperm, that's what I'm going to
do. I'm going to stick my fat hard cock up your fuckhole and screw
you."
"Ooooh yes, that sounds dirty!.. Do it, fuck me, screw my hot wet cunt
with your big cock, ram it up me. NOW!"
"Jesus, she's learning fast!" he thought as he shoved his cock into
her virginal cunt. His swollen cockhead hit her hymen and she cried in
pain. He pulled back to the entrance to her cunt and rammed back into
her with all his strength. As her maidenhead burst and the big
fuckshaft surged up her twat, Kylie cried out with the pain even
louder than before. That was the part that Paul loved. He loved to
ravish virgins, the younger the better, and this hot little slut was
certainly hotter than most. He couldnt figure out how come she was
still a virgin at 13. The little slut was a natural born whore. He
couldn't wait to have a crack at her twin sisters. He fucked her
furiously until his balls exploded into her, giving her tight clinging
cunthole its first load of scum.
He enjoyed her so much, his cock stayed nice and hard. He flipped over
onto his back and told her to do the splits onto his cock. He held it
pointing skywards as she put her feet either side of his body and
gradually pushed them outwards. Her cunt descended very slowly towards
the throbbing cockhead that was waiting for it, and just as her bare
cuntlips reached the end of his prick, a drop of his spunk dripped out
of her and onto the waiting fuckshaft.
He smeared it all around the cockhead and she continued to lower
herself onto him. Down, down, she came until her smooth cuntlips
touched his belly, his cock up her to the hilt.
"I did it!" she called in triumph. "I got it all up me! Now I'm going
to fuck you, Mr Lance. You just lie there and let me do the work."
Paul was happy to do as he was told, since Kylie had the same idea as
he did. He relaxed on the thick wool carpet and watched her perform
her gymnastics with his cock up her greasy cunt. The young schoolgirl
was a natural slut, she was really letting loose. She was writhing
around, pulling on her tiny but erect nipples, tossing her head so
that her long glossy locks rippled over her back. She was speaking to
him in a manner that told Paul she knew more about fucking than she
had let on. She might well have been a virgin when his oozing prick
barged its way up her cunt for the first time but she knew all the
filthy language that the boys on the school bus must have taught her.
"YES! FUCK ME!! Fill my cunt with spunk you dirty pervert. Screw me,
fill me with cock!"
Paul was overjoyed that the young girl had turned out to be such a
willing and promising whore. He decided this was the time to go into
the next phase of her education.
The next time she spun round on his cock so her back was facing him,
he reached out and pressed the buzzer to summon Robert.
Robert had been watching on the closed curcuit TV where they were
recording the whole performance to view later on while fucking the
Thai girls. He was naked and his cock was already half hard so when he
entered the room, Kylie was in full flight and too close to orgasm to
stop fucking Paul.
"Ah Robert, so good of you to join us," Paul said rather
matter-of-factly. "I think this fucking little schoolgirl whore's
hungry. Give her your cock to suck."
"Yes sir," said Robert, holding his prick in his hand. He walked
directly to where they were screwing on the carpet, and without saying
a word to Kylie, he leered at the small lithe schoolgirl, put his
hands on the back of her head and pushed his cock into her mouth.
Kylie was having more fun than she'd ever had in her 13 years. She'd
had such a strict upbringing that to break free and be as dirty as she
liked like this was heaven for her. And now, for Christ's sake she not
only had a precious man's cock up her wet creamy slit, she had another
in her mouth about to give her a dose of spunk too! It felt wonderful
to be able to realise all of her very private fantasies under the
guise of being forced to have sex by this gangster and his heavy.
Kylie sucked and fucked happily, stopping every few minutes to give
encouragement to the two men - "Fuck me! cum in me! give me your
sperm!"
Feeling the cum rising in his cock, Paul Lance thrust upwards and the
lithe and flexible 13 year old did the splits over his groin, letting
him get the tip of his prick into the entrance to her cervix. Then it
exploded, shooting his fuckslime up into her clinging canal.
When he stopped shooting, he pushed the girl off him and climbed back
onto the couch, his cock dripping with his cum and her copious
cuntjuices.
"Robert, go and get Indira and Ling Mai. They can suck me clean while
I watch you give this little bitch a proper workout," he commanded.
Despite being near to cumming, Robert showed the discipline that had
endeared him to Paul years ago by pulling his cock out of Kylie's warm
moist sucking mouth and taking her hand off his balls and her fingers
out of his bumhole. He walked across the room with his rigid pole
waving in front of him and spoke into the intercom. Almost before
Robert had returned his dick to its welcome home in Kylie's mouth, the
outer door opened and the two young girls entered, still wearing the
maids uniforms they had been wearing when Kylie's father first saw
them earlier in the day.
They solemnly walked across the room to stand beside their master and
silently let him put his hands up their dresses to feel their smooth
cunts. As Robert had Kylie kneel on the floor in front of them so he
could fuck her tiny cunt from behind, Paul told his two young slaves
that his cock was dirty and needed cleaning. Immediately the girls
fell to their knees and started licking and sucking at his crotch,
cleaning it and worshipping it at the same time.
"Indira, I want a piss. Get your mouth over my cock and drink it."
The girl plainly didn't like to drink his piss, but that didn't
persuade Paul at all. A good slave will do everything she's told to do
without hesitation or complaint. As Ling Mai kept on licking his
balls, Paul slapped Indira very hard indeed, sending her careering
across the floor in a very undiginified fashion.
"I told you Indira, never to question my commands but to carry them
out exactly and immediately. You are lucky I am feeling very mellow or
I would punish you very severely. Do you want me to get Robert and the
boys to fuck your ass all night again?"
She was plainly terrified at this suggestion and shook her head
vigorously. "Well get over here and do as you're told!" The poor young
girl stood up shakily and returned to the couch where Paul was
reclining like an old-time potentate. Indira took his cock in her hand
and put her mouth around the head and waited for the stream of hot
piss to start.
"Ling Mai, you do my asshole," he said as he lifted his legs high into
the air to give the little Thai girl access to his rear. Kylie,
kneeling on the floor but looking over her shoulder at the scene as
the chauffeur pounded at her cunt was astounded that the girls would
do such perverted and filthy things. She had thought she was pretty
outrageous, but she'd never thought of drinking piss!
There was silence in the room now, except for the sounds of Robert's
fat cock sloshing around in Kylie's wet cunthole, and the slurping
sounds of Ling Mai lapping at Paul's asshole. Suddenly there was
another sound. It was very quiet, a tiny sound, but it was the sound
of Indira drinking as fast as she could, swallowing the piss of her
master so that not a drop spilled out onto his belly. She knew if she
let any fall out she'd probably be treated as the toilet again for the
whole household.
=========================
When she had been bought from her impoverished parents in India for
the equivalent of $100, Indira was one of a group of a dozen girls and
boys aged between seven and twelve. They were purchased by Paul's
courier to be either used in Paul Lance's network or sold into
slavery. Young girls were useful for smuggling drugs because the
theory was that customs inspectors wouldn't search little girls cunts
for contraband. Then they either became highly valuable merchandise to
sell as slaves or to work in Paul's top secret brothels for
paedophiles in Queensland and Sydney, or to join Paul's personal
retinue of sex toys. Since their cunts had to be opened up to stick
the condoms containing the heroin up, the courier had the job of
breaking them in. This was the best part of the job for Ravi. He would
have done the job for nothing just to get the chance to fuck girls all
day. He enjoyed the things he had to do, and took a pride in sorting
out the good ones from the bad ones.
He had a sadistic streak in him, and he was a little bit sad that he
couldn't really go to town on the more uppity ones, but Mr Lance
wouldn't tolerate him wasting any of his money by marking a beautiful
piece of cunt. But just once in a while Ravi used his own money to buy
a girl. He would rape and torture the poor wretch mercilessly,
eventually throwing her battered and unidentifiable body into a river
to be carried away with the dozens of other bodies found in Pakistan
each year.
He took his newly purchased children to a disused warehouse he rented
for the purpose. First, he separated the pretty girls from the plain
ones then locked the pretty ones in a cage for safe keeping. Wishing
to savour the pretty ones for later, he dealt with the plain ones
first . He would strap them all into a frame he had built in the
warehouse which rendered them immobile then he would open up their
cunts, either by fucking them if he felt like it, or more usually by
jabbing a smooth stick or a dildo up them. He ignored their pleas for
mercy, because they gave him a hard-on. Once in a while a girl would
complain too much or cry a little too loudly so just for fun and as an
example to the others he would whip her until her blood ran onto the
floor. This usually had the desired effect of terrorising the others
into being meek and obedient, even if it meant sacrificing one of his
girls. He couldn't go bringing a little girl through customs with
welts and injuries all over her, so he would have to sell her to an
Indian or Pakistani brothel. With any luck she might last a year or
maybe two of ten-times a day fucking.
The boys were saved for a party he held each trip in Rawalpindi. He
paid off the local police who kept the heroin supply lines open with
regular drunken parties in a local cafe. They would close the cafe for
the night, and Ravi's boys would be the waiters. They usually weren't
much good at serving the tables, but that didn't matter. By the time
most of the tables were into their second bottle of wine the clothes
were coming off and cocks were being played with. Sooner or later,
(usually sooner) one of the waiter boys would be grabbed by a drunken
policeman and thrown over the table where the others would all yank
his clothes off, hold him down and fuck his ass and mouth until he was
red raw. By midnight, everyone would be naked and all the boys would
have numerous loads of cum up their asses.
One highly popular game was the cum bath, where the youngest boy would
have to lie on the table so eveyone could see his stiff little cock
and fondle it when they liked. The cops would gather round him and the
boys would have to jerk them all off until the spunk showered into the
air covering the boy from head to foot. Then they'd make the boys lick
their comrade clean while they had their asses fucked.
The highlight of the evening would be the game of 'pass the parcel',
where the most popular boy would be passed round a circle, having each
cock jabbed up his ass. As each man shot his spunk he had to leave the
game, until there was only one man left. He would then be allowed to
pick two of the boys to keep for his own playthings until Ravi came
around on his next trip. Ravi never took the boys back, however
because they were almost always totally used up and worthless for his
purposes by then. That policeman would have used and abused him and
lent him out to his friends continuously for a couple of months.
While Ravi loved that part of his job, the times he relished most of
all was training the prettiest or cutest young girls. It would take a
month sometimes, because he would take one or two young girls to his
motel room, tie them to his bed naked, and rape them repeatedly for
two days. In Indira's case he had brought his local contact in - a
grubby toothless Pakistani and let him fuck her and take photographs
of her with sperm running out of her slick smooth cunt.
=========================
Once Paul saw Indira he picked her out of the group of little couriers
and he made her parade in front of him and all his friends completely
naked, showing them her private parts. They all fucked her and made
her display herself for them, and then told her that as part of her
training she was to be their little toilet girl for a few weeks.
They'd made her drink their piss, lick their assholes clean after
they'd had a shit, even drink the piss of guests while they sat at the
diner table and carried on eating their meal. . They'd made her climb
up on top of the dining table at parties and piss into a big bowl,
then they'd pissed into it themselves, and made her dip her glass into
the concoction and drink it down. Indira had hated they way she'd been
treated, but knew nothing else so it never occurred to her to rebel in
any way.
Ling Mai was the same. She had never known any other way of life
either, so she meekly did as she was told and accepted whatever
punishment Paul meted out to her as part of life. She lapped away at
his dirty asshole thankful in her naivety that she had such
comfortable surroundings and such lovely clothes. She knew nothing of
the way other people lived. She hadn't been a virgin since she was
five, when her brother sold her cherry to a German businessman for
fifty dollars. She was fucked pretty regularly after that in Bangkok -
by her brother, her father, and by the paying customers they took her
to. Normally they rented her out for a night, but sometimes she had to
go with the men on longer trips of up to a week. By the time Paul
bought her outright aged ten, she was a seasoned whore. The little she
didn't know about lust and depravity when she came to Australia, she
soon learnt at the hands of the drug boss and his cronies.
=========================
While Ling Mai, Indira and Kylie were obligingly sucking, licking and
fucking Robert and Paul upstairs in the penthouse, the twins Jodie and
Amy were taking quite a different approach downstairs in a basement
room beneath the building. The three girls had willingly got into the
LTD limousine that picked them up, because they knew Robert, and had
driven with him before. He'd told them their father had arranged for
him to pick them up because he had ben delayed in a meeting.
They'd got nervous however when they caught him leering and adjusting
his swelling cock in his pants as he looked at them in the driving
mirror. But by then it was too late, the car was zooming towards the
inner Sydney office block where Paul Lance's penthouse apartment was
located. They swooped into the private area of the underground car
park and Robert had given orders to a bodyguard that Kylie was to be
taken upstairs to wait outside the apartment until Mr Lance called for
her. The huge guard and their sister disappeared in the lift and the
twins felt very vulnerable with the leering and creepy Robert.
As though by telepathy they came to the identical conclusion
simultaneously, and turned and ran for the ramp to the street. Robert
was ready for them though and he caught them before they got twenty
paces. He held them roughly by the arm and dragged them to the boiler
room and locked the door behind them. He laughed as he walked off
jingling the keys as he went.
A few hours later, the door opened again and a filthy unkempt man came
in. "Good afternoon girls. My name's Frank. You certainly are sexy
little girls aren't you? Are you hungry? Would you like some food?"
"We want to go home!" they protested.
"Of course you do, and that's just what you'll do, but first your
father has to do something for Mr Lance, and you girls have to do
something for me. When all those things have been done, you can go
home and no harm will have been done. So don't worry. Now do you want
anything to eat or not?"
"Yes please, we're hungry!" said Amy.
"OK then I'll get some food for you, right after you've done what I
want you to do. Now take those school dresses off." The girls stood
there, open mouthed in amazement. "I SAID GET THOSE FUCKING DRESSES
OFF AND I MEAN NOW!!!" he screamed at them. He reached for Jodie's
fresh light blue gingham dress and ripped at the buttons, opening it
all down the front, then he pulled it off her and threw it into the
corner of the room. Terrified, Amy saw the sense in not angering this
maniac any more and lifted her dress over her head.
"That's better. Now turn around both of you and let me see how you're
developing. ... nice, you're both going to be very beautiful women one
day. Now pull those panties down to the middle of your thighs. ... DO
IT!" Looking at each other for inspiration in their terror, the 12
year old twins reluctantly put their thumbs into the waistbands of
their panties and pushed them downwards until their bums and slick
smooth pussies were open to the air.
"Good," the dirty man said, "now turn around again and let me look at
you. ... again, only slower this time ... great! Fucking great! You
two are truly wonderful to look at. Now get those panties off
completely and give them to me." The girls dropped their knickers to
the floor and handed them to the man who immediately held the damp
crotches to his nose and breathed deeply.
Then he disappeared through the door, locking it again behind him, and
taking the panties with him 'for his collection' he said. He left the
two girls naked except for their shoes and socks.
Amy and Jodie held each other and wept as, unknown to them but thirty
floors above them their sister was screaming in pain and ecstacy as
her hymen was split by Paul Lance's hard prick
After about an hour, the door to the dirty basement room opened again
and the leering man returned with some food.
"Are you girls hungry?" Frank asked.
"Yes!" the twins enthused.
"Well you," he said looking at Amy, "go and sit over there and wait.
You, what's your name?" "Jodie," the young schoolgirl almost
whispered.
"That's a nice name, Jodie. Well, you can have some food, and so can
your sister if she's nice and does what I tell her. Now come over here
and sit on my knee so I can touch you while you eat."
"NO!! Never, you pervert!" shouted Jodie, shocked at the suggestion.
She covered her crotch with her hands and involuntarily stepped back
into the shadows.
"OK, have it your own way, but I'll get you sooner or later. What
about you, Amy? Are you going to come over here and sit on my lap
while you eat?"
"NO! I'm jolly well not. I'll tell my father about this. He'll see
you're punished. Now give us back our clothes this minute!" Amy was
very agressive, but it didn't worry the man who had seen this many
times before and from girls sometimes even younger than these.
There was a constant procession of 10 to 18 year old runaways, whores,
schoolgirl sluts and slaves bought from overseas, so the man had his
share of fresh cunt to play with. These two were just like the rest of
the stuck-up virgin bitches he had to deal with, they thought their
cunts were for pissing through or something, and they had this old
fashioned notion that they could say who did what to them and when. He
liked changing that idea, especially if it involved a little pain and
discipline. And that's what the night looked like having in store
tonight.
He looked at Amy standing in front of him, hands on hips and an
agressive look on her face and without any warning, he belted her hard
across the face with the back of his hand. Amy reeled back in shock at
the slap, but before she could recover, he hit her again from the
other side and grabbed her arm tightly.
"Yeiow! That hurts! Let me go!" Amy screamed. Frank didn't say
anything. He was very powerful from constant weight training in the
gym upstairs, and lifted the young girl off her feet effortlessly. He
carried her to the dark side of the basement and tied her firmly to a
wooden cross that he pulled out of a cupboard.
By the time he was finished, Amy was bound hand and feet, spread wide
open and couldn't move a muscle to protect herself no matter how hard
she tried. The man left her there and went looking for Jodie. Jodie,
much to her own disgust was cowering in abject fear in the corner,
hoping the man might forget about her, but to no avail. He grabbed her
and pulled her into the middle of the room.
"See your stupid sister? Look at her. She wouldn't be nice to me and
look where it's got her. Now I can even fuck her if I like. Do you
want that to happen to you?"
Jodie quivered and shook her head. She was ashamed at the way she
hadn't come to her twin sister's aid, but frankly she was too
frightened to think straight.
"Well, if you don't want to be tied up and punished, you come and sit
on my knee and be nice to me." He sat on a dirty wooden box and patted
his knee. Reluctantly, Jodie sat down, and he put his arm round her.
"That's better. See, Amy? You could be doing this if you had any
sense, but instead you've got to be punished. Soon your sister's going
to feel terrific while you're going to be miserable. Now let that be a
lesson to you, never to say no to a man." While he spoke, he put one
hand between Jodie's thighs and pushed them apart. He slipped his
fingers into her slick young virginal crack and began to fondle her.
His other hand wandered over her back from her neck to her naked bum,
gradually working its way to her tight puckered asshole. His tongue
flicked out over her small nipples sticking out beautifully from the
budding little fleshy mounds that one day soon would be her tits.
Jodie sat quietly in full view of her sister, and let him touch her
wherever he liked. She was doubly ashamed of herself now, because in
addition to feeling bad about her sister and not coming to help her,
now she felt guilty about enjoying what was happening in her crotch.
Despite all the outrage she felt at the way she had been forced to do
this, her pussy was responding to the strange touch in ways she'd
never before experienced. The man took his fingers out of her split
and licked them. Then he reached out for the tray of food and gave a
plate of salad to Jodie.
"Here you are, you eat while I touch," he said, returning his fingers
to her 12 year old cunt and immediately detecting an increase in the
degree of wetness between her pussylips. He slipped his fingers around
in the girl's cunt and probed gently at her asshole as she ate her
meal, but following his master's orders at no stage did he let
anything actually enter her body.
By the time she finished the meal, Jodie was feeling extremely mellow,
and in fact the room seemed to be getting bigger, then smaller, then
bigger, then the walls were changing colour to appear like rainbows.
Just as she realised she'd been drugged, she passed out.
=========================
At eight minutes and forty five seconds past ten the next morning an
exhausted Don Wagner pressed the button in the foyer of the office
tower to call the private lift to Paul Lance's penthouse. He was
breathing very heavily from the sprint he'd made from the bank with
the money, but it looked like he was going to make it. The doors
opened and Robert looked out to make sure he was alone. Then the two
men rode the lift up to the penthouse, where the doors opened at nine
minutes thirty seconds past ten. Just in time! Thank God!
"Ah, Wagner my friend. How good to see you. I'm so glad you didn't let
me down," Paul greeted his underling. "You do have the money don't
you?"
"Yes Mr Lance." Don was struggling unsuccessfully to keep from showing
his anxiety, but he was regaining his breath at last.
"Good. Put it over there by the bar. I'll count it later. I don't need
to tell you what will happen if it's not all there, do I?"
"No, Mr Lance, it's all there." God, the thought of what might happen
to him if the money wasn't all there was too horrible to contemplate.
He handed the case to the pretty blonde teenage girl who was standing
behind the bar. She was completely naked except for a wide leather
belt round her middle and a black leather collar round her neck.
"Well then, let's forget all about this little incident then shall we?
Because you've been so loyal to me, I've decided to put on a little
show for you. You'll like this, but you must be absolutely silent
unless I tell you otherwise. Is that clear? Not a sound from you or
it's punishment time again."
"Sure, I understand. Not a sound Mr Lance." Don Wagner stood in the
middle of the room as Paul Lance pressed the button set into the
coffee table beside his chair.
The door at the back of the room opened and a dozen huge powerfully
built men entered. They were obviously Paul Lance's bodyguards and
ordinarily that would have sounded alarm bells in Don's brain, but
this time he knew they were unarmed - they were all completely nude.
They arranged themselves in a circle, with Don Wagner included. He
felt a bit awkward, the only one fully dressed in a circle with a lot
of men. He was wondering if they were going to have a circle jerk-off
when the door opened again and a blindfolded young girl - also naked -
stumbled in. Don was shocked as he realised that the giggling girl was
his daughter Kylie!
"Oooh Robert, what a naughty game this is!" she giggled as he led her
into the centre of the circle.
Paul, now naked like the others, was the first to speak. "Now you know
the rules of this game, Kylie. No one here will utter a sound or give
you any clue as to their identity, but you have to guess who they are
without taking off the blindfold. If you guess more than half
correctly, you get to have a holiday for two weeks on my yacht with
six of the boys to do whatever you like with no questions asked. OK?"
"Anything? I can do anything at all with them, even fuck away the
whole two weeks?"
"Yeah that's OK. You can bring some friends too if you like or have
them all to yourself." "Ooh I'm too greedy to share all that delicious
cock with anyone else. I'd want to have cock up me the whole time."
She giggled at the thought.
Don Wagner, seeing what was happening opened his mouth to speak, but
seeing the warning look from the drug boss thought better of it and
stayed silent.
He felt a slight stirring in his loins as he saw his little girl in a
new way. He had never thought of her in a sexual way before, but here
she was naked in front of a whole gang of strange men sporting
erections!
Kylie approached a man on the other side of the circle. She held her
hands out in front of her because of course she couldn't see, and her
fingers touched his hairy chest. She touched his face, then ran her
hands down his body to his growing prick. She cupped his balls in one
hand and wrapped the other one around the shaft.
"This is either Tony or Dominic," she announced. She dropped to her
knees and put her face close to his crotch, sniffing at his balls,
then she popped his cock into her mouth and sucked. Her face went
straight to his crotch sending the large cockhead into her throat,
then she stood up again. "That's Tony!" she said in triumph. Everyone
cheered and Don Wagner wondered whether it was normal for a father to
get a hard-on watching his daughter behaving like a whore.
Kylie moved to her right and guessed George correctly after sucking
his cock too. 'Great,' she thought 'two out of two.' Next was Robert,
his giant prick standing out from his belly like a flagpole.
"I know who this is, but I'd better suck him off to make sure," Kylie
said proudly, remembering the way she'd finally taken him up her ass
about midnight after trying for an hour.
"Hey, you haven't got time to make him shoot," Paul protested, getting
impatient to see what she did when she reached her father fully
dressed, "just tell us who he is and get on to the next one."
"Oh alright," Kylie pouted, "it's Robert." The cheering told her she'd
got three out of three.
She wasn't sure whether the next one was Werner or not. "I can't
really tell I'm sorry," she said after giving his prick the suck sniff
and lick test, "why don't you stick your fingers up me and see if I
can tell that way?" She spread her legs and he reached between them,
stiffened three fingers and plunged them up her cunt. As he stirred
them around in her, Don saw a couple of drops of sperm ooze out of his
young daughter's cunt, over the man's fingers and drop onto the floor.
"That feels wonderful," she announced, "and I think this is Karl." The
boss told her she'd got it wrong this time, but gave her no indication
of who it was. This unsettled her and she got the next three wrong as
well, even though she tried hard to remember. The trouble was, she'd
had nearly twenty cocks in her since she got here last evening and
they were starting to become something of a blur in her mind. If only
she could see them! Kylie sucked the next cock and had him finger her,
and was not very sure this time either. Was it Werner or not? Then she
remembered something else she'd done last night. She dropped to her
knees again and moved round behind him. She pulled his asscheeks apart
and pressed her lips to his asshole. She pushed her tongue into the
tight aromatic hole and she knew who it was. "This is Arie!" she
announced. The cheering confirmed her choice and Don Wagner adjusted
his cock in his pants as he pondered whether there was anything at all
his 13 year old girl hadn't done with these thugs last night.
"Two to go," Kylie thought, and was promptly dismayed as she got the
next two wrong.
"You better get your thoughts together, you haven't got many left,"
Robert said pulling on his cock. "You've got four out of ten right.
Two more to get and you win!"
Kylie touched Paul, smelt his aftershave and knew immediately who it
was, but was having too much fun to let on. She sucked his cock,
licked his asshole, then made him kiss her wet slimy spunk-covered
cunt before correctly naming him to the general applause of the whole
gang.
"OK, one to go, but how many more cocks are there to choose from?" she
wondered.
Kylie was surprised that the next man was dressed in a suit. She
sniffed him, and he smelled familiar. She ran her hands over him, just
as she'd done with all the others. 'Clean shaven, good muscle tone,
strong, feels like expensive clothes - silk suit!, feel his crotch -
Jesus! what a big cock, and rock hard too!' Don thought he was going
to cum in his pants when his little girl gripped his prick through his
pants.
'Kiss him, see if that gives him away!' Kylie put an arm round her
father's neck while she groped his cock and balls with the other, and
kissed him wetly, her agile tongue entering his mouth. She'd never
kissed her father like that before, so of course she didn't recognise
him. She figured she was being cheated.
"Do I know this one?" she asked, and amid raucus laughter she was
assured she did in fact know this man very well indeed. 'I'll have to
get his dick out then.' She undid his belt and his pants and pulled
his straining fuckmuscle out as the expensive imported suit pants fell
to the floor. She fondled his erection for a while, then sniffed it,
licked it, and finally opened her mouth and sucked it in. As his hands
went to the back of her head she still had no idea whose cock she was
sucking but judging by the noises all around her, everyone else was
enjoying the game as much as she was!
She stuck her index finger up the man's asshole and his ballsac
tightened, his cock swelled up and she knew he was going to cum in her
mouth. His spunk barrelled up the length of his cock and exploded into
her mouth as she suddenly worked out why she didn't know this cock.
She remembered who else was going to be here this morning! For
Christ's sake she was sucking off her Daddy!
In her shock at this realisation, she lifted her mouth off his cock
and called out, "Daddy!" just as the second burst of cum ejaculated
out of his piss-slit and hit her in the face. Another rope of sperm
shot into her hair before he pulled her mouth back over his throbbing
cock once more and plunged his dick into her throat, where the last of
his fuckslime oozed lazily down her gullet to join the litre or so
that was already there. Paul Lance took his hands off Werner's cock to
applaud Kylie's achievement.
"Well done Kylie, you are indeed a talented girl. You may remove the
blindfold now. Don't you think she's become a talented little
cocksucker Don? Did you have any idea your daughter had such a
liberated attitude to life?" Don was still thunderstruck at the images
that were burned into his brain of his 13 year old daughter sucking
the cocks and assholes of all these men. He couldn't say anything.
"Look, Kylie, your father's overcome with emotion," Paul said. Go and
keep him company while we get the next part of the show underway. Don,
we don't mind if you feel the need to release some of your energy with
Kylie during this next part, why don't you take your clothes off and
join us in the fun. I can assure you Kylie's had a lot of fun with us
all during the night, haven't you Kylie?"
Kylie ran over to her father and started pulling at his jacket and
shirt, helping him strip so she could sit on his lap before the next
part of the morning began, whatever that might be.
When he was finally naked, he sat on an easy chair and she sat on his
lap, holding on to his rigid cock and wanking it slowly.
Into his ear she whispered, "stick your fingers up me and feel me
Daddy. That would be so nice. Shove some up my cunt and some up my
ass. I like having both holes filled at once Daddy."
Don couldn't believe his ears. All these years his sexy little girl
was a latent whore and he hadn't seen it. If only he'd given way to
his secret desires years ago when he wanted to touch her and perhaps
even get her to suck his cock ... Still he'd make up for lost time if
he was given the chance. She spread her legs to give him access to her
split and he felt the oozing slime of all those loads of cum in her
cunt. His other hand slipped into her asshole just as easily,
lubricated as it was by a dozen loads of spunk there too.
Then the door at the back of the room opened again and in walked 14
year old Ling Mai and 12 year old Indira, both completely naked and
leading a huge Great Dane. The dog was so enormous his head was almost
at the same level as the girls'. Brutus padded contentedly beside them
as they strode purposefully to the centre of the room.
Brutus sat placidly on the polished floor panting, with his long
tongue hanging out as the two little girls stood patiently waiting for
a signal from Paul.
Paul sat on the couch with Robert and Werner on either side. He took
their cocks in each hand and they both held onto his rigid length and
at last Paul nodded to the girls.
Ling Mai and Indira turned to face each other and kissed erotically.
Their mouths opened and their tongues probed feverishly. They
obviously knew what each other liked and had plainly practiced it
often, because their little nipples stood up very quickly and there
were the unmistakable signs of considerable sexual arousal. As the
girls groped each other, eventually reaching between their legs and
fingering each others' cunts, they rubbed themselves against the big
dog as well, letting his fur tickle their tiny clits as they straddled
his back.
Ling Mai bent down and started to kiss the dog on the nose. She licked
around his nose and into his mouth, sucking on the hound's tongue as
though it was a man's. Knowing what was coming, the dog showed signs
of arousal as the tip of his bright red cock appeared at the opening
of its furry sheath. Indira pressed her golden body against the dog's
fur and reached underneath him to fondle his prick.
Now Ling Mai stood up and pressed the dog's nose into her crotch.
Brutus knew what to do, and his long tongue flicked out and lapped at
her cunt. She murmured encouragement to him and he lapped at her pussy
noisily, his head moving this way and that to give him a better angle
to get his tongue into the juicy honeypot he obviously loved.
Ling Mai turned around and presented her backside to the dog and
pulled her asscheeks open. Brutus didn't hesitate, he applied his long
wet nose to her asshole and licked.
As Brutus enjoyed the sexy taste sensation of the young Thai girl,
Indira prepared for the next stage at the other end of his body. She
lay on her back and spread her legs so all the men could get a good
look at her slick smooth pre- pubescent cunt and started to lick and
suck the dog's bright red cock.
Kylie slipped her Daddy's throbbing prick into her well-sperm greased
asshole as she watched the dirty show on the floor not five feet away.
Brutus was getting very excited now, and was fucking Indira's mouth
madly as he slobbered away at Ling Mai's crotch.
As he felt his daughter's slick hole slide down his cock, Don Wagner
wondered at the filthy perverted lives these two young asian girls
must have led. 'How must they have been treated to be doing all this
without any shame in front of all these men?' he thought.
All the men were playing with their cocks now and Paul stood up.
"That's enough for now. It's time for Brutus to get his reward for
being a good boy." He pulled his asscheeks apart and guided Robert's
cock into his asshole as he sat down on his chauffeur's lap. Werner
bent down and put his mouth over Paul's fat hard cock as the door
opened once more.
Don watched in horror as his darling Jodie, just approaching puberty
and until yesterday an innocent schoolgirl. But now, naked and clearly
drugged she was led in.
"Hey! I want to fuck that! I want that cunt sliding down my cock now!"
called out Karl. Paul, near to cumming, panted, "No, she's a virgin
you can wait until I give you the word."
"She's fucking not a virgin! Not after spending all night with that
bastard downstairs, surely?"
"She is a fucking virgin I tell you, and you'll have to make do with
your hand on your cock until I tell you. Now shut up and let's get on
with it."
Indira reluctantly let go of Brutus and guided Jodie to the centre of
the room. Don realised what was going to happen and shouted, "NO! NOT
THAT! She's only a baby. She's still a virgin for Christ's sake!" Paul
was quick to react. "You shut the fuck up! I'll tell you when you can
speak. You just get back to fucking the ass off that slut daughter of
yours and watch as your next daughter gets educated."
Ling Mai and Indira laid Jodie on the floor on her back and pulled her
legs apart. In her drugged stupor, Jodie offered no resistance as they
stretched her legs wide enough to make her virgin split gape. Don
Wagner, his cock near to bursting in his eldest daughter's
sperm-filled asshole was looking right into the cunt of his second
daughter.
As Indira pulled Jodie's cuntlips open, Ling Mai led Brutus's nose to
the new split. He was a little puzzled at first, Jodie smelling
different to the cunts he'd licked before, but he soon got the message
and started to lap away at Jodie's cunt vigorously. Frank, the dirty
pervert who had the job of preparing the girls for their performance,
had spent a happy fifteen minutes rubbing fillet steak in Jodie's cunt
and ass and had stuck a few little bits of liver up her cunt, being
careful not to damage her hymen. Once Brutus got a whiff of the liver
and steak he was licking and sucking away at Jodie just like he did
with Ling Mai and Indira and all the others.
Jodie was freaking out. She couldn't believe the intensity of the
pleasure she was feeling. She didn't know quite what was happening in
her drugged stupor; all she knew was it felt great and she didn't want
it to stop.
Ling Mai turned her attention to Brutus' cock, making sure it was nice
and hard and wet for the difficult task it had before it. Indira
squatted over Jodie's face and lowered her cunt for Jodie to lick. As
the young virgin ate her first cunt, Indira held Jodie's cunt open for
the Great Dane to get every trace of meat out.
Then it was time. They disengaged, much to the disappointment of the
dog, and helped Jodie to her knees. Brutus at last understood what was
happening and tried to mount the 12 year old. Ling Mai and Indira
struggled with him but finally got his cock lined up on Jodie's vagina
and let him go.
He thrust furiously, slipping freely in Jodie's well- lubricated split
and after a few mis-guided lunges managed to pound at the membrane
that made Jodie a virgin. If he hadn't been such a powerful animal, he
wouldn't have been able to go any further, but with the urging of his
two friends Indira and Ling Mai he broke Jodie's hymen and his cock
burst into her cunt to the hilt. She bellowed at the pain as her
maidenhead tore and at the same instant Paul Lance bellowed as he shot
his cum into his bodyguard's mouth.
Jodie's pain was quickly followed by pleasure however as Brutus fucked
her madly. His cock slithered excitedly in and out of her cunt and
when the dirty little Ling Mai stuck her finger up the dog's asshole,
that was all he needed. He licked Jodie's face as his balls spewed
forth their seed into her cunt.
Again and again the Great Dane's cock spat semen into the girl's
pussy, until it oozed out onto the floor, mixed with her virginal
blood.
At the same instant, Jodie's father shot his spunk up Kylie's asshole,
mixing with the large quantity of the other guys' semen that was
already there.
Brutus, his own satisfaction reached, pulled out of Jodie's pussy and
loped off to the rug by the window to lick his cock clean and go to
sleep.
"Hey, I want to fuck her now," complained Karl. "Why can't I have a
turn on her?"
"Because the show's not over yet, there's still one more to go, then
you can do her if you want to."
Don was afraid to think of what unspeakable things they had in store
for his last daughter. He looked at Jodie wondering how he was going
to explain what had happened, when he saw the fire of lust in her
eyes.
Kylie saw it too. 'Fuck she's only little, but look what they've done
to her! She's a dirty whore now just like me and those other two' she
thought as she dipped her finger into her cunt and scooped out a
dollop of sperm which she fed to her father.
At a signal from Paul one of the men went to the door at the back of
the room again and returned wheeling a large trolley with a big wooden
diagonal cross on it. There, bound spreadeagled and naked was Don's
third daughter, the terrified Amy. They wheeled the cross to the
centre of the room, turned it around and started taking off the wheels
so it would stay put during the games to come. For the first time Amy
saw who else was in the room with her.
The look of horror on her face was complete, as she saw her father in
the easy chair, naked, with his cock buried in the asshole of her
sister Kylie. Then she saw all the other men in the room too, also
naked and most sporting big erections, and all leering at her
lecherously. Amy struggled, trying to escape her fate, but it was no
good - she was bound just as securely as she had been for all those
hours since Frank had tied her up. He had been coming back every half
hour or so and fingering her cunt and pinching her nipples and showing
her his cock as he masturbated in front of her. At one stage he even
put his mouth on her cunt and licked her! It tickled nicely, but she
thought it was dirty and told him to stop. It didn't do any good
though, he just laughed and spat at her cunt before going back to
licking her.
Now here she was suddenly in front of all these strangers, open and
vulnerable. At least there were a few familiar faces - there was Mr
Lance and Robert, but that puzzled the young girl too, they were naked
and it looked like Robert was sitting on Mr Lance's lap. Amy looked in
amazement as Robert moved slightly and she saw that Mr Lance had his
stiff cock right up Robert's ass! And Robert seemed to be enjoying it
too.
Robert called to Indira who bent down and started sucking on his huge
rigid organ. Indira's upraised ass was too much for Tony who stood
behind her and stuffed his prick into her cunt and started fucking.
In the middle of all this activity, Paul Lance, his cock up his
bodyguards bum and a cock in each hand, said, "Amy, I'm told you have
been disobedient. I cannot allow disobedience to go unpunished, so
Arie here will administer a dozen strokes of the cane."
Arie, a powerful man like the others picked up a long bamboo cane and
walked to where the young girl was tied to the big wooden cross. "This
won't take long," he whispered to her, and let her have it. He hit her
on the tops of her legs a couple of times, bringing up large red welts
and making her scream and sob. He lashed her across her chest,
striking her flat tits and making her nipples stand up stiff and
inviting. He made sure he didn't hit her twice in the same place, and
the last stroke landed fairly and squarely on her wet tickling
cuntlips, bringing forth a bloodcurdling scream from the poor little
wretch. The terrified girl didn't understand why but it made her
experience her first orgasm. She screamed loudly and shuddered.
Amy's father was embarassed beyond belief - he had got a huge hard-on
after watching his naked daughter beaten and had shot another load of
spunk up Kylie - in her sloppy sperm- filled cunt this time.
Paul told Don Wagner to go and fuck Amy.
"NO! NO!" Amy protested loudly, and her father's face said the same
thing silently.
"Fucking well do what you're told Wagner. I'm sick of your whingeing.
You gave me your daughters to save your skin and you're lucky I'm
letting you break her in yourself. Would you rather I let the boys at
her? Or perhaps Brutus?"
"No, Mr Lance, not that. I'll do it. Just give me a little time to get
a hard on. I've only just cum."
"We can't wait for that. Ling Mai, go and suck him up again." The
young Thai expertly had Don's cock hard as a tent pole in a few
moments. Then she went back to being fucked by George while she licked
Tony's asshole. She would have preferred to suck his cock, but that
was buried in the asshole of Werner.
Don stood beside his young daughter, running his hands over her smooth
delicate skin.
"It's OK Daddy, I know you have to do it. I might like it. Just be
gentle with me," she said lovingly. She saw reluctance in her father's
eyes and wanted to encourage him. She knew that the alternative would
have been too horrible to imagine. What she didn't realise was the
burning lust that was boiling in her father's loins. He hated himself
for it, but there was no mistaking his desire. He wanted to fuck his
daughter badly.
He stood close to her and touched the head of his cock against her
side, and as he reached for her cunt with his hand, he leant over to
kiss her. It wasn't like any kiss she'd ever had before, not even the
exciting ones from Justin Davidson the other day after school when
she'd let him put his hand up her dress and feel her cunt in return
for doing her maths homework. This was a real KISS, and she felt a
thrill that made her tingle from her toes to her eybrows.
He pressed his lips to hers and his tongue worked its way into her
mouth. At the same time his fingers worked their way between her wet
juicy cuntlips and immediately Amy was bitten by the same bug as her
two sisters had been. She was instantly converted into a slutty whore
and couldn't wait for her father to stick his cock into her.
"Do it, Daddy, do me now. Don't wait, please," she whispered.
Don moved round between the other legs of the frame that held Amy
spreadeagled. From here he could look straight up into her cunt and he
could see the wetness of her juices as she waited for a cock to fill
her. He saw her cunthole spasm as she clenched and unclenched her
pelvic muscles and he just knew she was going to be as good a fuck as
the rest of her family.
He pulled her cuntlips as far apart as he could get them and placed
the head of his prick at the entrance to her fuckchannel. He put his
hands on his daughter's shoulders to get leverage and thrust into her
with all his strength.
In a single stroke, her hymen burst and he was in her. His cock surged
up her split and Amy bit her lip hard, trying not to give her captors
the pleasure of seeing she was in pain. Don paused for a long while,
letting his cock soak in the juices of Amy's young cunt. He stood
motionless feeling her vagina squeezing his organ deliciously.
The magic of the moment was broken when he felt some fingers pulling
at his asscheeks and he looked behind to see Kylie opening his ass so
she could lick him. Then Jodie was at his side, taking his hand and
putting it between her legs.
Don couldn't take any more of that without reacting, so he started to
fuck. His cock slithered greasily in and out of Amy's freshly opened
cunt and Kylie played with his balls. He hadn't been fucking for more
than a minute before he filled Amy's cunt with the seed that had given
her life in the first place. He collapsed on top of the young girl as
Kylie and Jodie licked their joined genitals.
When Don pulled out of Amy's wet cunt, the two girls quickly got in
and sucked his sperm out of their sister. They didn't have much time
though, because Paul gave the order for a free-for-all and the men
grabbed all the girls, threw them on their backs on the floor and took
turns fucking them.
All except for Amy of course, who was still bound immobile on the
cross and was fucked over and over again as the men lined up for a go
up her.
While the orgy raged, Paul Lance called Don over to the bar.
"Don," he said, "you really want to get out of this business, don't
you."
"Well, I don't know..."
"You don't need to deny it, I know you do. You've wanted to get out
for a long time. Well you know you can never get out. But you've been
very loyal to me, especially over this last episode, so here's what
I'm going to do. Kylie's earned her orgy on the boat, don't you think?
Well you go too. Take Indira and Ling Mai with you, and a few of the
boys and have a good time. Go anywhere in the world you like and take
your time getting back. Then we'll talk about a new role for you
perhaps running a couple of my brothels. Oh, just in case you think
I'm starting a charity here, you can do some business for me. Meet our
contact on the Tunyasuti Maru off Lowd Howe Island and pick up next
week's consignment."
"Won't you need to have Ling Mai and Indira here with you?"
"No, I have a consignment of young Philipino girls coming in in the
next few days and I'm going to have fun breaking them in. If you're
going outside the twelve mile limit, you might need to prove you have
the right to use the boat, so here's a document I've prepared giving
you title to it. Don't get all sentimental. I'm not giving her to you.
I want that document back when you return. OK?"
"Thank you very much, Mr Lance, that's very generous indeed. Would it
be all right with you if the girls and I went home soon, we've got a
lot to do."
"Yeah, I've got a boring High School board meeting in half an hour
anyway. Hey everyone! Get your cocks out of those cunts and get
dressed. Don here's got to go and he's taking some of you with him."
Don Wagner not believing his luck, dressed as quickly as he could and
gathered up his girls - he untied Amy, then joined Jodie Kylie, Indira
and Ling Mai in the lift to go down to the underground car park where
the limousine would be waiting. The girls were still naked and covered
in cum from head to foot but they walked like women now instead of
girls.
They squeezed into the huge car, touching and feeling each other
indecently and giggling at each other. The limousine slinked up the
ramp out of the office building into the street and headed towards the
Wagner home so they could clean up and pack for their voyage.
In an hour they had all showered, packed a few clothes and were on
board the enormous ocean-going motor cruiser heading for Sydney heads.
As they passed North Head, Don Wagner, feeling like the owner of the
yacht with the title deeds and a half a million dollars in the ship's
safe and another fifty million dollars of Lance's money salted away in
a Swiss bank account, pulled off his speedos and called to Jodie,
"Hey Jodie, come here girl, you're the only one here I haven't had a
chance to fuck, so get your gear off and spread'em!"
The girls all screeched in excitement and threw off their bikinis.
Jodie lay on her back on the deck, spread her legs and pulled her cunt
lips apart.
"Here it is, Daddy, come and get it. Fuck me as hard as you can and
then Ling Mai can suck all your sperm out of me."
Don fell on top of his lovely daughter and speared her with his prick,
thanking his lucky stars for the education the evil drug boss had
given his pretty daughters.
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At the very instant Don was fucking Jodie for the first time, Paul
Lance was being sucked off at the bar by Robert the chauffeur. He
reached for the briefcase containing the half-million dollars brought
earlier by Don Wagner. He thought he'd better check it was all there,
just to be on the safe side. He called to Tony to come and get his
dick up his ass. There was nothing he liked better than to fuck while
he was counting money.
Tony stood behind him jerking on his cock to keep it hard while Paul
pulled his asscheeks open. Paul felt Tony's cock touch his sphincter
and he relaxed to let the fleshy rod in. Tony pushed his dick up his
Boss until his pubic hair brushed Paul's back, then he started to
fuck.
As he did so, Robert was sucking on Paul's cock and squeezing his
balls. Paul waited to open the case until he felt his nuts ready to
explode. He was nothing if not fanatical about money. He wanted to
time his orgasm exactly to the time when he first saw all those lovely
banknotes.
Robert pulled on his own cock as he sucked his Boss's. He came a
little too early and his spunk splattered over Paul's legs. Next was
Tony, who filled Paul's ass with spunk just as Paul himself felt the
sperm rising in his cock to burst into Robert's mouth.
At that moment he opened the case. As his spunk splattered the back of
Robert's mouth, Paul's brains splattered over the ceiling - or they
would have if the ceiling was still there. The bomb was set to go off
when the lid of case was six inches open. Don knew that Paul would be
looking eagerly at the money, so he wanted him to know he was going to
die before the bomb went off. But as it happened, Paul Lance, the
brutal drug boss was so intent on his orgasm he didn't notice the trip
wire in the lid.
The police never did establish the cause of the explosion that ripped
apart the penthouse and the top three office floors of the office
block and caused a fire which destroyed another six floors. They had
no idea how many people died in the blast, because there weren't
enough pieces of body to put them all together.
The papers said that Don Wagner and his three daughters were killed
while attending a meeting of the High School board in the office below
the penthouse. No funeral was held but a memorial service was held in
the cathedral in the centre of the city.
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A year later, a huge ocean-going yacht pulled into Cannes. It aroused
little curiosity in the locals because of all the other yachts there
for the film festival. This yacht was different though. On board were
twenty Chinese and Thai girls aged between 12 and 15, plus the owner
and his three daughters, their two maids - a stunning indian girl and
a gorgeous Thai girl and their two Great Danes.
For the entire duration of the film festival, the yacht was host to a
wild party by invitation only, and the remarkable part of the party
was the number of giant film stars, movie directors, politicians,
police chiefs and judges that visited the yacht late at night ...
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